Inception Fic: Release (Arthur/Eames)
Title: Release
Rating: R
Word Count: 285
Beta: maja_li
Warning(s): wanking/masturbation, voyeurism, the f-word
Summary: Eames has never been so happy about forgetting his shampoo.
Author's Notes: Written for Week Seven of Round One of the Last Drabble Writer Standing competition at ae_ldws . Genre/cliche was Wanking/Masturbation and prompt was "You have issues."
"I don't know why you're so upset," Eames mutters, jacket slung over his shoulder. "It was a successful extraction."
Arthur clenches his jaw. He can't just say what has him upset. How can he possibly tell Eames his forgery of their mark's boyfriend was just a little too convincing, and it's all Arthur can do to keep a lid on his jealousy?
"Fine," Eames says as they step through the door to their shared hotel room. "You sit here and brood. I'm going to shower."
As soon as the bathroom door latches and the water starts, Arthur strips off his own jacket, loosening his collar and tie. He needs some fucking release, or he's going to snap. He has at least forty minutes. Eames takes longer in the shower than anyone Arthur's ever known.
He shoves his pants down to his ankles and reclines in one of the stuffed chairs. It's cool in here, the air conditioner blowing lightly over him. Arthur strokes himself gently, already half-hard. He strokes more roughly as he approaches climax, blood pounding through his body. When he comes, he grunts Eames' name, shuddering and going slack.
A gentle cough from behind makes Arthur jump, and he flies to cover himself. Eames leans against the wall, perfectly dry, wearing only a towel tied loosely at his waist. "Darling," he says with a curious smile, "you have issues."
Arthur's face burns, all the endorphins flowing through him so pleasantly just a moment ago gone. "Leave me the fuck alone."
Eames approaches, moving like a cat. "You know, if you'd only said something, I could have joined you," he says. Before Arthur can respond, Eames' mouth is on his, and nothing else matters.
Rating: R
Word Count: 285
Beta: maja_li
Warning(s): wanking/masturbation, voyeurism, the f-word
Summary: Eames has never been so happy about forgetting his shampoo.
Author's Notes: Written for Week Seven of Round One of the Last Drabble Writer Standing competition at ae_ldws . Genre/cliche was Wanking/Masturbation and prompt was "You have issues."
"I don't know why you're so upset," Eames mutters, jacket slung over his shoulder. "It was a successful extraction."
Arthur clenches his jaw. He can't just say what has him upset. How can he possibly tell Eames his forgery of their mark's boyfriend was just a little too convincing, and it's all Arthur can do to keep a lid on his jealousy?
"Fine," Eames says as they step through the door to their shared hotel room. "You sit here and brood. I'm going to shower."
As soon as the bathroom door latches and the water starts, Arthur strips off his own jacket, loosening his collar and tie. He needs some fucking release, or he's going to snap. He has at least forty minutes. Eames takes longer in the shower than anyone Arthur's ever known.
He shoves his pants down to his ankles and reclines in one of the stuffed chairs. It's cool in here, the air conditioner blowing lightly over him. Arthur strokes himself gently, already half-hard. He strokes more roughly as he approaches climax, blood pounding through his body. When he comes, he grunts Eames' name, shuddering and going slack.
A gentle cough from behind makes Arthur jump, and he flies to cover himself. Eames leans against the wall, perfectly dry, wearing only a towel tied loosely at his waist. "Darling," he says with a curious smile, "you have issues."
Arthur's face burns, all the endorphins flowing through him so pleasantly just a moment ago gone. "Leave me the fuck alone."
Eames approaches, moving like a cat. "You know, if you'd only said something, I could have joined you," he says. Before Arthur can respond, Eames' mouth is on his, and nothing else matters.