Luke, Reid and Arthur.
Luke and Reid + Inception + Sex = This fic right here.
Rated R.
Reid rubs his palms together, contentment settling deep inside of him.
Something about Luke’s mussed up blonde hair and bedroom eyes never fail to make him weak in the knees.
He crawls up into the warm body and kisses Luke’s slightly stubbled chin.
For a split-second, everything feels like paradise on earth.
Until the cheeky smile grows wide on Luke’s face.
Reid immediately knows what’s coming.
“No.”
“Please. Just once more.”
“Luke. We did it twice already. Today’s my day off.”
“Baby, please. It won’t take long.”
“Two and half hours. That’s too long.”
“Please. Or - or would you rather I call Noah?”
“You think that old trick is going to work? Get this. He told me you’re driving him crazy.”
“What? That bastard! I thought he liked it!”
“Yeah the first time, maybe. But three times? Even a film buff like him has got a limit.”
“You know I’m going to bug you until you agree to it, right?”
Reid scoots off the bed resignedly.
“I know. I’m making three batches of popcorn. For myself. Maybe you can dream up your own.”
As Reid heads into the kitchen, he hears Luke yell.
“That’s your worst Inception pun ever!”
…
Reid hugs his bowl of popcorn to himself. He pops the kernels in his mouth, a little annoyed that Luke’s already so engrossed in the film.
He wishes, a little childishly, that Luke would lean in a bit closer.
More popcorn flies into his mouth when Luke clutches the pillow hard as Cobb catches sight of Mal.
Whenever the beautifully deranged woman’s onscreen, Luke positively tingles.
Reid lays his head back on the sofa, wondering if he could possibly get away with a snooze.
“Reid.”
“What?”
“You know what’s going to happen if you fall asleep, right?”
“You’re going to steal all my popcorn?”
“I’m restarting the movie.”
“Fuck.”
“Yep.”
…
Okay, so Reid’s got to admit. Arthur is sexy.
Whenever he watches the film - by force of an iron fist - he only pays real attention when the straight-laced snug-suited young man appears onscreen.
There’s something about a clean-shaven man in well-fitting clothes that makes Reid’s mind wander to the gutter.
Maybe it’s a doctor thing.
Luke teases him mercilessly, often watching - no, leering - at the way he looks at Arthur.
Today is no exception.
Luke wiggles his eyebrows knowingly.
“Like what you see?”
This time, Reid bites the bait. Hard.
“Oh yes. I would very much like to lick Arthur from the tips of his sexy toes to the shell of his perfectly clean ears.”
Luke blinks. Reid thinks he sees Luke’s mouth water.
Reid realizes that this is brilliant.
“Have you ever noticed how well his suits fit on his body, Luke? Even when he’s floating on air and fighting off bad guys, damn.”
Reid watches Luke’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallows.
“You know what I wish I could do?”
“Tell me.”
“I want to mess Arthur’s tie a bit, undo his top button and lick the skin underneath.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah, I think that would undo him. Completely. Then? I want to unzip his pants, pull his dick out and jack him off until he comes all over his suit.”
Reid grins at Luke’s utter shift of attention. He feels Luke’s warm body almost begging to be touched.
He decides to be kind.
“Want me to show you what I mean?”
He takes Luke’s mewl of a whine as consent.
The bowl of popcorn falls to the floor, making a mess, but fuck that.
Reid licks the skin on Luke’s collarbone as his hand finds Luke’s dick hot and hard for him.
This Inception re-watch is proving to be a win-win situation after all.
…
When the credits finally roll, the floor is a buttery, popcorn mess.
Luke’s swollen lips curl into a smile.
“I can’t believe we had Inception sex.”
Reid smirks at him.
“You know you’re cleaning the floor after this, right?”
“Don’t even dream about it.”
“That’s your worst Inception pun ever.”
“Whatever. I’m not cleaning the floor.”
Rated R.
Reid rubs his palms together, contentment settling deep inside of him.
Something about Luke’s mussed up blonde hair and bedroom eyes never fail to make him weak in the knees.
He crawls up into the warm body and kisses Luke’s slightly stubbled chin.
For a split-second, everything feels like paradise on earth.
Until the cheeky smile grows wide on Luke’s face.
Reid immediately knows what’s coming.
“No.”
“Please. Just once more.”
“Luke. We did it twice already. Today’s my day off.”
“Baby, please. It won’t take long.”
“Two and half hours. That’s too long.”
“Please. Or - or would you rather I call Noah?”
“You think that old trick is going to work? Get this. He told me you’re driving him crazy.”
“What? That bastard! I thought he liked it!”
“Yeah the first time, maybe. But three times? Even a film buff like him has got a limit.”
“You know I’m going to bug you until you agree to it, right?”
Reid scoots off the bed resignedly.
“I know. I’m making three batches of popcorn. For myself. Maybe you can dream up your own.”
As Reid heads into the kitchen, he hears Luke yell.
“That’s your worst Inception pun ever!”
…
Reid hugs his bowl of popcorn to himself. He pops the kernels in his mouth, a little annoyed that Luke’s already so engrossed in the film.
He wishes, a little childishly, that Luke would lean in a bit closer.
More popcorn flies into his mouth when Luke clutches the pillow hard as Cobb catches sight of Mal.
Whenever the beautifully deranged woman’s onscreen, Luke positively tingles.
Reid lays his head back on the sofa, wondering if he could possibly get away with a snooze.
“Reid.”
“What?”
“You know what’s going to happen if you fall asleep, right?”
“You’re going to steal all my popcorn?”
“I’m restarting the movie.”
“Fuck.”
“Yep.”
…
Okay, so Reid’s got to admit. Arthur is sexy.
Whenever he watches the film - by force of an iron fist - he only pays real attention when the straight-laced snug-suited young man appears onscreen.
There’s something about a clean-shaven man in well-fitting clothes that makes Reid’s mind wander to the gutter.
Maybe it’s a doctor thing.
Luke teases him mercilessly, often watching - no, leering - at the way he looks at Arthur.
Today is no exception.
Luke wiggles his eyebrows knowingly.
“Like what you see?”
This time, Reid bites the bait. Hard.
“Oh yes. I would very much like to lick Arthur from the tips of his sexy toes to the shell of his perfectly clean ears.”
Luke blinks. Reid thinks he sees Luke’s mouth water.
Reid realizes that this is brilliant.
“Have you ever noticed how well his suits fit on his body, Luke? Even when he’s floating on air and fighting off bad guys, damn.”
Reid watches Luke’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallows.
“You know what I wish I could do?”
“Tell me.”
“I want to mess Arthur’s tie a bit, undo his top button and lick the skin underneath.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah, I think that would undo him. Completely. Then? I want to unzip his pants, pull his dick out and jack him off until he comes all over his suit.”
Reid grins at Luke’s utter shift of attention. He feels Luke’s warm body almost begging to be touched.
He decides to be kind.
“Want me to show you what I mean?”
He takes Luke’s mewl of a whine as consent.
The bowl of popcorn falls to the floor, making a mess, but fuck that.
Reid licks the skin on Luke’s collarbone as his hand finds Luke’s dick hot and hard for him.
This Inception re-watch is proving to be a win-win situation after all.
…
When the credits finally roll, the floor is a buttery, popcorn mess.
Luke’s swollen lips curl into a smile.
“I can’t believe we had Inception sex.”
Reid smirks at him.
“You know you’re cleaning the floor after this, right?”
“Don’t even dream about it.”
“That’s your worst Inception pun ever.”
“Whatever. I’m not cleaning the floor.”