Leap of Faith ~ Arthur/Cobb
Title: Leap of Faith
Pairing: Arthur Cobb
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None, really, unless rimming counts? Also, spoilers (obviously) and it's horribly unbeta'd, written in a couple of hours while sleep deprived, so I apologise for any mistakes.
Disclaimer: I do not own the movie, otherwise Leonardo DiCaprio, Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Ellen Page would have been naked.
Summary: Cobb is wallowing in guilt over Mal's death and needs Arthur to help him forget.
“It’s time I talked to you about what happened to Mal.”
The words might have sounded almost like a casual observation to someone else, but Arthur could hear the pain beneath Dom’s carefully controlled speech.
It had been nearly a year since Mal’s death. Arthur was slightly surprised by Dom’s words, not entirely sure what had prompted them. But he wasn’t about to question it; this was the first bit of progress, the first time Dom had so much as acknowledged Mal’s existence since the day she died. Every time Arthur had attempted to comfort him, Dom had insisted that he was perfectly fine and pushed Arthur away until he gave up.
Arthur stood and slowly approached the blond man, who was standing out on the balcony of their hotel. Dom was wearing black slacks and a white button-up. His cuffs and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone, exposing a few tantalizing inches of creamy skin. Arthur noted that Dom was shivering slightly in the cool night air, but didn’t appear to notice the cold.
Arthur hovered, uncertain of exactly what to do. Dom had kept his hurt to himself for so long that Arthur was sure it would take only the slightest misstep to scare him back into his shell. Eventually he settled on placing a gentle hand on Dom’s shoulder and whispering, “I’m listening.”
Dom tensed for a moment as if he was going to shrug Arthur’s hand off, but instead he sighed and relaxed again.
A long moment of silence passed, and then, “I killed her.”
The words were so low Arthur wasn’t sure if he’d heard correctly.
“I killed her. It was my fault,” Dom repeated, louder.
“What? No, of course it wasn’t! You-“
Arthur began but was cut off by Dom’s insistent “Yes. It was. I put the idea in her head. I made her think her world wasn’t real. I made her kill herself.”
Arthur stared in shock for a few moments before saying “You mean you...you performed an inception on Mal?”
Dom nodded slowly, then continued so softly the wind almost carried his words away and Arthur had to lean closer to hear.
“I was tired of living in a dream. I wanted to go home. To be with my real children, in the real world. So I gave her the idea that her world was a dream. I didn’t know that she’d continue to believe it even after she woke up.”
Arthur took a few moments to absorb that.
“It wasn’t your fault. You said it yourself: you didn’t know. You couldn’t have known what would happen.” Arthur replied, also whispering.
It just didn’t seem right to speak any louder.
“I still shouldn’t have done it. I betrayed her trust. I invaded her mind.”
Arthur couldn’t think of anything to say to contradict that that didn’t sound pathetically false, so he said nothing.
“I killed her. I killed her. I killed her.” Dom repeats it like a mantra and his voice is shaking and he’s clutching, white-knuckled at the railing of the balcony.
Arthur can’t stand the agony in Dom’s voice. He gropes blindly for something to say that will ease the hurt and comes up with nothing. Dom’s still whispering his broken confession and Arthur grabs him by the shoulders and shakes, trying to snap him out of it. It works, to some extent. Dom trails off, looking dazed for a moment, as though he had forgotten what he was saying. For a few seconds, there is utter silence. Then, without warning, Dom breaks. Sobs wrack his body and Arthur instinctively pulls him into an awkward embrace because he doesn’t know what else to do. He’s never seen Dom like this before and it shakes him. Dom struggles against him for a few seconds, but Arthur refuses to let him go, refuses to leave him adrift with no company but guilt and pain.
Arthur’ s thoughts are jumbled; he still hasn’t completely wrapped his head around Dom’s confession, so he hasn’t decided whether he thinks what Dom did was right or wrong, but he does know that Dom is his closest friend and he doesn’t deserve to suffer like this, regardless of past transgressions. So Arthur holds him close and hopes his actions offer some modicum of comfort.
Suddenly, the will to resist leaves Dom and he sags against Arthur, clinging tightly to his shirt and burying sobs into his neck. Arthur’s arms immediately wrap around Dom, rubbing soothing circles against the tense muscles of his back.
“It wasn’t your fault.” Arthur whispers into Dom’s ear. Dom doesn’t react.
“Please don’t blame yourself.” Gentle fingers comb through Dom’s hair. Dom just sobs harder.
“There’s no one else to blame.” He gasps out with a rawness that squeezes at Arthur’s heart and makes him want nothing more than to take away the hurt.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He murmurs uselessly.
Abruptly, Dom pulls away from him and Arthur can’t help but feel a surge of disappointment. But Dom is now looking at him with a spark of something in his eyes that Arthur had never expected to be reciprocated.
Dom brings one hand up to Arthur’s face, cool fingers trailing over his cheek. Arthur’s eyelids flutter shut for a moment as he tries to get his bearings, but it’s no use because the next thing he knows Dom’s lips are brushing softly against his. They’re gone a split second later, so that Arthur almost thinks he imagined it. He opens his eyes to find Dom’s eyes are searching his. Arthur’s scared of what he might find.
A few agonizing heartbeats later Dom leans in again, kissing him slightly more forcefully. Dom’s lips are soft and warm and full and Arthur can’t help but sigh and kiss back. It’s over all too soon and Arthur dimly realizes he’s still frozen in shock and Dom is saying something to him. He tugs his world back into focus in time to hear Dom beg: “Please, Arthur. Make me forget.”
And there’s no way he can refuse, not when his best friend is looking at him so desperately. Even though these are hardly the best circumstances for their mutual lust/love: no, not thinking about that right now to be resolved, he’ll take what he can get. And besides, he couldn’t be so selfish as to refuse when he has been presented with a way to ease some of Dom’s suffering.
Without giving himself any more time to dwell on the decision, he surges forward and captures Dom’s lips. Dom makes a little noise at the back of his throat and returns the kiss hungrily. He wraps one arm around Dom’s waist, his hand fitting comfortably into the small of his back, while the other hand cards though Dom’s hair. One of Dom’s hands is still resting on his cheek, the other gripping his bicep almost too tightly as though frightened he will disappear if he lets go.
Dom runs his tongue along the seam of Arthur’s lips almost hesitantly. Arthur immediately opens his mouth and their tongues twine together. The taste is intoxicating and Arthur thinks he could very easily get addicted to it.
Unfortunately, the inconvenient need for air forces them to separate far sooner than either of them would have liked. For a few moments they just look at each while they catch their breath. Then Dom kisses him again, a little more gently before taking a step back. Arthur swallows heavily, not entirely sure where to go from here. Dom is looking at him searchingly, perhaps assessing how far he can push this until something breaks. What seems like an eternity later, Dom apparently gets his answer because the next thing Arthur knows he is being tugged by his collar back inside the hotel and then Dom’s lips are claiming his again.
Arthur untucks Dom’s shirt and slides his hands underneath, slowly, giving him a chance to stop this if he wants to. Dom just nips at his lower lip and starts tugging impatiently at Arthur’s tie. Encouraged, Arthur explores more of the smooth, warm skin beneath his hands. The muscles of his back shift and ripple under Arthur’s hands as Dom continues to divest him of his clothes.
“Dammit Arthur. Do you really need to wear so many layers?” Dom breaks the kiss momentarily to grumble.
Arthur starts to answer, but trails off with a breathless gasp as Dom starts nibbling and sucking at his throat, leaving faint red marks. Arthur finally gets the Dom’s shirt undone and slips it off his shoulders. He pulls back for a moment to admire the view, raking first his eyes then his nails down Dom’s chest and abs. Dom lets out a soft groan before continuing with his attempts to free Arthur of his clothing. One or two buttons pop off in the process but Arthur can’t bring himself to care, not when Dom is looking at him with lust in his eyes. Arthur growls under his breath and roughly yanks Dom forward into a hard kiss. Arthur slides his hands down over Dom’s ass and grinds their hips together.
They moan in unison as their hard lengths press together. Suddenly there is too much fabric, far too much fabric in the way.
“Bed.” Dom gasps out and Arthur nods in agreement.
They fumble at each other’s belts as they awkwardly make their way towards the bedroom. Deciding that it’s ultimately easier, they reluctantly break apart to remove the rest of their clothing themselves.
As soon as this is accomplished Dom practically pounces on Arthur, pressing him down against the bed and kissing him senseless. Their hips rock together frantically and their both panting and fuck this will be over too soon if they keep this up. Regretfully, Arthur pushes Dom off of him. He sees confusion, hurt and a hint of panic cross Dom’s face and he quickly reassures him with, “S’ok. I just don’t want this to be over yet.”
Dom visibly relaxes and nods. “Yeah, we were getting a little too carried away.”
Their lips meet again, less feverishly this time. Arthur flips them so he is on top. He pins Dom’s arms at his sides and sucks a bruise against Dom’s neck. Dom seems to appreciate the slight pain and change in control because he arches and shakily moans out “Fuck, Arthur yes.”
Arthur continues his path downwards, stopping to lick and suck at each rosy nipple until they’re hard and Dom is panting and writhing. Slowly he moves further down, kissing and nuzzling the softness of Dom’s belly until he reaches the man’s straining cock. Dom whimpers as Arthur’s tongue swirls around the head of his swollen erection. With a smirk, Arthur pulls back and blows a stream of cool air onto the damp flesh. Dom gasps and his hips jerk upwards involuntarily. Then Arthur wraps his lips around Dom’s cock and slowly (it’s been a while since he’s done this) sinks down on him until the tip is touching the back of his throat. Dom moans incoherently and twines his fingers though Arthur’s hair. Arthur swallows around him, at the same time bringing one hand up to cradle Dom’s balls.
“Oh God... ah, Arthur, fuck!” Dom grits out as he tries to keep his hips still and his fingers from clutching too tightly at Arthur’s hair.
Dom lets himself get lost in pleasure for a minute or so, but he has other things in mind so he forces himself to pull Arthur away.
Arthur is confused for a moment until Dom whispers against his ear “Want you to fuck me.”
A surge of arousal runs through Arthur at these words and he kisses Dom fiercely whispering “yes, God yes” into his mouth.
Arthur then climbs off of the bed and retrieves his wallet from his pants pocket and begins searching through it for a condom. He finds it and looks up to see that Dom has found lube in the form of hand lotion in one of the bathroom drawers.
Dom passes the lube to Arthur before turning over onto his stomach. Arthur notices a look of nervousness, and wonders if Dom had ever been fucked before. Experimentally he runs his hands up the backs of Dom’s thighs and over his ass, noting the obvious tension in the muscles.
“You’re gonna have to relax or this will hurt and the last thing I want to do is cause you any pain.”
“I’m fine. Just do it.”
Arthur squirts the lotion into his hand and rubs it for a few seconds to warm it. He gently presses one against Dom’s hole. The man immediately tenses up. Arthur massages gently, trying to ease his finger past the tight ring of muscle. He barely gets past the first knuckle before Dom’s body instinctively tries to expel the invasion. After a minute Arthur gives up and removes his finger.
“Don’t stop. Please. I need this.”
Arthur can hear desperation in Dom’s voice and he presses a reassuring kiss against the back of his neck.
“I know. And I’ll give it to you. Just need to make sure you relax first.”
Arthur begins to gently knead the tight muscles of Dom’s neck.
“Arthur-“
“Shh. Just let me take care of you.” Arthur whispers against Dom’s ear, sucking at his earlobe for emphasis.
Dom sighs and nods slightly. Arthur resumes his ministrations until he can feel Dom starting to loosen up. He follows the path of his hands with gentle kisses, murmuring against the smooth skin.
“Mmm, that’s it, relax. Gonna make you feel so good.”
Arthur moves further down Dom’s back, still peppering the soft flesh with kisses and caresses.
“Gonna open you up with my tongue first. You’ll love that.”
Dom makes a startled noise at that and Arthur smirks. It’s far from the first time someone has underestimated him in bed.
“Then I’m gonna slide my fingers into you.”
His mouth and hands continue their journey lower, mapping the shape of each vertebra, inhaling the sweet scent of Dom’s skin.
“Has anyone ever played with that gorgeous ass before, Dom?”
He punctuates his words with a light smack against one rounded cheek.
“N-no.” Dom says, sounding slightly strangled.
“Oh God, you can’t imagine how good it’s going to feel. My fingers filling you, stretching you, stroking your sweet spot until you see stars.
“Fuck.” Dom whimpers.
“Getting to that.” Arthur chuckles.
“After I’ve got you writhing against my fingers, begging me to take you, I’ll fill you up with my cock.”
Dom is breathing hard, almost trembling with anticipation.
“God, you’re gonna be so hot. So tight.”
Arthur has nearly reached Dom’s ass now. He presses a kiss against Dom’s tailbone and he shudders.
“Gonna make you scream. Make you come so hard you can’t remember your own name.”
“Arthur! Arthur please!” Dom moans anxiously, spreading his legs wider in invitation.
Arthur, also through with waiting, spreads Dom’s cheeks and runs his tongue over the pucker in one long swipe. Dom jerks and whines low in his throat. At first Arthur alternates between long slow strokes over and rapid darts in. Then he switches his technique, working his tongue in deep and slow, broken by occasional quick flicks around the edges of the fluttering, clenching hole. Before long Dom is moaning continuously, fingers curled tight in the sheets and hips bucking helplessly against Arthur’s mouth.
After a minute, Arthur pulls away, prompting a disappointed whine from Dom. Arthur squeezes out some more lotion and presses one slick finger against Dom’s entrance. It slips in easily this time. Arthur moves the finger in and out slowly, letting Dom get used to sensation. When Dom squirms impatiently and widens his legs further, Arthur slides in a second finger. He twists his fingers to brush lightly against Dom’s prostate. The reaction is instantaneous and spectacular. Dom makes a strangled, high pitched noise that’s somewhere between a scream and a whimper and arches so desperately against Arthur’s fingers he’s almost levitating off the bed.
“OhGodohGodohGodmorepleasemoreArthurplease!” Dom babbles almost incoherently.
Arthur obliges, curling his fingers and stroking over that spot in little circles. Dom descends back into unintelligible cries of pleasure. It’s just about the hottest thing Arthur has ever heard and he wishes he could see Dom’s face. Pretty soon he’s able to work in a third finger and Dom barely notices, too lost in bliss.
When Arthur thinks Dom is stretched enough he removes his fingers, earning an impatient grunt from Dom. Arthur tears open the condom and slides in on, and then slicks himself up with more lotion.
“Turn over.” Arthur whispers huskily. “Wanna see your face.”
After a moment’s hesitation Dom complies. Arthur groans at how debauched he looks; lips swollen and red from being bitten, hair mussed, body slick with sweat and cock rock-hard and leaking pre-come. Dom brings his knees up to his chest and Arthur moves forward so that he can sling one of Dom’s legs over his shoulder.
Then he grips Dom’s hips and positions himself at his slick entrance. Slowly he begins to push forward until the just the tip is inside Dom.
Fuck. Fuck.
Reminding himself that it’s Dom first time, he forces himself to pause.
“Come on, Arthur. Hurry up, damn you.” Dom growls, shifting restlessly beneath him.
Arthur resists the urge to roll his eyes.
“Fine, if that’s how you want it,” he mutters and sheathes the rest of his length in Dom in one sharp thrust.
“Oh sweet Jesus!” Dom gasps, tossing his head back and arching up.
“Fuck, Dom fuck,” Arthur moans. “So good.”
God, he feels so much better that he’d ever imagined.
“Yeah,” Dom agrees breathlessly. “More.”
Arthur withdraws and rocks back in slowly, rolling his hips in an effort to hit Dom’s prostate. He succeeds on his third thrust, if Dom clenching deliciously around him and hissing “fuck, yes there!” is anything to go by. Keeping the same angle, Arthur speeds up his thrusts because, God he’s waited too long for this to take it slow. Fortunately Dom also appears to appreciate the quick pace, as he’s whimpering and thrashing and biting at his bottom lip. This sight is too tempting and Arthur leans forward, bending Dom in half and kissing him roughly, tongue plundering and claiming, teeth nipping and grazing. Dom groans and returns the kiss with equal fervor.
Arthur turns his attention to Dom’s neck, biting, renewing fading marks. Dom mewls and wraps his free leg around Arthur’s waist, urging him to move faster. Arthur obliges and soon Dom is panting, “fuck! So close...touch me, please,” which is good because Arthur can’t last much longer and he wants Dom to come together with him.
Arthur moves one hand from Dom’s hip and grips his straining cock. It only takes a few strokes before Dom is clenching around him, screaming and raking his nails down Arthur’s back as he comes over his fist in hot spurts. Arthur cries out as his own orgasm overwhelms him with ecstasy so intense his vision whites out.
He collapses on top of Dom, panting. When he regains some semblance of reality, he becomes vaguely aware of Dom whispering “thank you.” He murmurs noncommittally in response, because “you’re welcome” would sound ridiculous and “my pleasure” would just be too cheesy. Dom seems to get the message.
After a minute it occurs to Arthur that he really should move because he’s probably crushing Dom and with a tremendous effort he rolls off to the side, but keeps an arm flung across Dom’s chest. He’s not really sure where to go from here. He doesn’t know what Dom wants from this, and hell, he doesn’t know what he wants either. One thing he’s sure of is that he doesn’t want to analyze what this means for their friendship because whatever happens, he’s certain that things can’t go back to the way they were.
Arthur looks up to find Dom watching him and he can see his doubts and questions mirrored in his friend’s (maybe more?) face. They stare at each other in silence for a long moment.
Then Dom sighs and strokes his fingers over Arthur’s cheek and says with a sad smile: “Things aren’t gonna go back to the way they were, are they?”
Arthur returns the smile and simply says “no.”
They both knew what their options were. Either they parted ways as soon as this job was over and never saw each other again or... they took a leap of faith.
Dom breaks the long silence.
“Listen, I don’t know how to say this so I’ll just say it and I apologise if it makes no sense. I-“ he paused and took a deep breath,
“I don’t know if I can do this. Us. Whatever ‘us’ is, or could be. I’m a mess. I can already see a hundred different ways I could screw it up. But I know I’m already too broken to survive losing you. I want to give this a chance. I-if you want of course.” He trails off quietly, holding his breath for a response.
Arthur swallows heavily and tries to order his thoughts.
“I want this. I always have. I know it won’t be easy but I’ve never given up on you and I’m not about to start now. And don’t say you’re going to screw it up. You don’t have a monopoly on screwing things up. I can screw things up quite proficiently all by myself.”
That gets a wry smile from Dom, which Arthur returns, before continuing, “like it or not, you’re stuck with me.”
Dom’s smile widened and he leant forward to kiss Arthur tenderly. “I think I can live with that.”
Pairing: Arthur Cobb
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None, really, unless rimming counts? Also, spoilers (obviously) and it's horribly unbeta'd, written in a couple of hours while sleep deprived, so I apologise for any mistakes.
Disclaimer: I do not own the movie, otherwise Leonardo DiCaprio, Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Ellen Page would have been naked.
Summary: Cobb is wallowing in guilt over Mal's death and needs Arthur to help him forget.
“It’s time I talked to you about what happened to Mal.”
The words might have sounded almost like a casual observation to someone else, but Arthur could hear the pain beneath Dom’s carefully controlled speech.
It had been nearly a year since Mal’s death. Arthur was slightly surprised by Dom’s words, not entirely sure what had prompted them. But he wasn’t about to question it; this was the first bit of progress, the first time Dom had so much as acknowledged Mal’s existence since the day she died. Every time Arthur had attempted to comfort him, Dom had insisted that he was perfectly fine and pushed Arthur away until he gave up.
Arthur stood and slowly approached the blond man, who was standing out on the balcony of their hotel. Dom was wearing black slacks and a white button-up. His cuffs and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone, exposing a few tantalizing inches of creamy skin. Arthur noted that Dom was shivering slightly in the cool night air, but didn’t appear to notice the cold.
Arthur hovered, uncertain of exactly what to do. Dom had kept his hurt to himself for so long that Arthur was sure it would take only the slightest misstep to scare him back into his shell. Eventually he settled on placing a gentle hand on Dom’s shoulder and whispering, “I’m listening.”
Dom tensed for a moment as if he was going to shrug Arthur’s hand off, but instead he sighed and relaxed again.
A long moment of silence passed, and then, “I killed her.”
The words were so low Arthur wasn’t sure if he’d heard correctly.
“I killed her. It was my fault,” Dom repeated, louder.
“What? No, of course it wasn’t! You-“
Arthur began but was cut off by Dom’s insistent “Yes. It was. I put the idea in her head. I made her think her world wasn’t real. I made her kill herself.”
Arthur stared in shock for a few moments before saying “You mean you...you performed an inception on Mal?”
Dom nodded slowly, then continued so softly the wind almost carried his words away and Arthur had to lean closer to hear.
“I was tired of living in a dream. I wanted to go home. To be with my real children, in the real world. So I gave her the idea that her world was a dream. I didn’t know that she’d continue to believe it even after she woke up.”
Arthur took a few moments to absorb that.
“It wasn’t your fault. You said it yourself: you didn’t know. You couldn’t have known what would happen.” Arthur replied, also whispering.
It just didn’t seem right to speak any louder.
“I still shouldn’t have done it. I betrayed her trust. I invaded her mind.”
Arthur couldn’t think of anything to say to contradict that that didn’t sound pathetically false, so he said nothing.
“I killed her. I killed her. I killed her.” Dom repeats it like a mantra and his voice is shaking and he’s clutching, white-knuckled at the railing of the balcony.
Arthur can’t stand the agony in Dom’s voice. He gropes blindly for something to say that will ease the hurt and comes up with nothing. Dom’s still whispering his broken confession and Arthur grabs him by the shoulders and shakes, trying to snap him out of it. It works, to some extent. Dom trails off, looking dazed for a moment, as though he had forgotten what he was saying. For a few seconds, there is utter silence. Then, without warning, Dom breaks. Sobs wrack his body and Arthur instinctively pulls him into an awkward embrace because he doesn’t know what else to do. He’s never seen Dom like this before and it shakes him. Dom struggles against him for a few seconds, but Arthur refuses to let him go, refuses to leave him adrift with no company but guilt and pain.
Arthur’ s thoughts are jumbled; he still hasn’t completely wrapped his head around Dom’s confession, so he hasn’t decided whether he thinks what Dom did was right or wrong, but he does know that Dom is his closest friend and he doesn’t deserve to suffer like this, regardless of past transgressions. So Arthur holds him close and hopes his actions offer some modicum of comfort.
Suddenly, the will to resist leaves Dom and he sags against Arthur, clinging tightly to his shirt and burying sobs into his neck. Arthur’s arms immediately wrap around Dom, rubbing soothing circles against the tense muscles of his back.
“It wasn’t your fault.” Arthur whispers into Dom’s ear. Dom doesn’t react.
“Please don’t blame yourself.” Gentle fingers comb through Dom’s hair. Dom just sobs harder.
“There’s no one else to blame.” He gasps out with a rawness that squeezes at Arthur’s heart and makes him want nothing more than to take away the hurt.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He murmurs uselessly.
Abruptly, Dom pulls away from him and Arthur can’t help but feel a surge of disappointment. But Dom is now looking at him with a spark of something in his eyes that Arthur had never expected to be reciprocated.
Dom brings one hand up to Arthur’s face, cool fingers trailing over his cheek. Arthur’s eyelids flutter shut for a moment as he tries to get his bearings, but it’s no use because the next thing he knows Dom’s lips are brushing softly against his. They’re gone a split second later, so that Arthur almost thinks he imagined it. He opens his eyes to find Dom’s eyes are searching his. Arthur’s scared of what he might find.
A few agonizing heartbeats later Dom leans in again, kissing him slightly more forcefully. Dom’s lips are soft and warm and full and Arthur can’t help but sigh and kiss back. It’s over all too soon and Arthur dimly realizes he’s still frozen in shock and Dom is saying something to him. He tugs his world back into focus in time to hear Dom beg: “Please, Arthur. Make me forget.”
And there’s no way he can refuse, not when his best friend is looking at him so desperately. Even though these are hardly the best circumstances for their mutual lust/love: no, not thinking about that right now to be resolved, he’ll take what he can get. And besides, he couldn’t be so selfish as to refuse when he has been presented with a way to ease some of Dom’s suffering.
Without giving himself any more time to dwell on the decision, he surges forward and captures Dom’s lips. Dom makes a little noise at the back of his throat and returns the kiss hungrily. He wraps one arm around Dom’s waist, his hand fitting comfortably into the small of his back, while the other hand cards though Dom’s hair. One of Dom’s hands is still resting on his cheek, the other gripping his bicep almost too tightly as though frightened he will disappear if he lets go.
Dom runs his tongue along the seam of Arthur’s lips almost hesitantly. Arthur immediately opens his mouth and their tongues twine together. The taste is intoxicating and Arthur thinks he could very easily get addicted to it.
Unfortunately, the inconvenient need for air forces them to separate far sooner than either of them would have liked. For a few moments they just look at each while they catch their breath. Then Dom kisses him again, a little more gently before taking a step back. Arthur swallows heavily, not entirely sure where to go from here. Dom is looking at him searchingly, perhaps assessing how far he can push this until something breaks. What seems like an eternity later, Dom apparently gets his answer because the next thing Arthur knows he is being tugged by his collar back inside the hotel and then Dom’s lips are claiming his again.
Arthur untucks Dom’s shirt and slides his hands underneath, slowly, giving him a chance to stop this if he wants to. Dom just nips at his lower lip and starts tugging impatiently at Arthur’s tie. Encouraged, Arthur explores more of the smooth, warm skin beneath his hands. The muscles of his back shift and ripple under Arthur’s hands as Dom continues to divest him of his clothes.
“Dammit Arthur. Do you really need to wear so many layers?” Dom breaks the kiss momentarily to grumble.
Arthur starts to answer, but trails off with a breathless gasp as Dom starts nibbling and sucking at his throat, leaving faint red marks. Arthur finally gets the Dom’s shirt undone and slips it off his shoulders. He pulls back for a moment to admire the view, raking first his eyes then his nails down Dom’s chest and abs. Dom lets out a soft groan before continuing with his attempts to free Arthur of his clothing. One or two buttons pop off in the process but Arthur can’t bring himself to care, not when Dom is looking at him with lust in his eyes. Arthur growls under his breath and roughly yanks Dom forward into a hard kiss. Arthur slides his hands down over Dom’s ass and grinds their hips together.
They moan in unison as their hard lengths press together. Suddenly there is too much fabric, far too much fabric in the way.
“Bed.” Dom gasps out and Arthur nods in agreement.
They fumble at each other’s belts as they awkwardly make their way towards the bedroom. Deciding that it’s ultimately easier, they reluctantly break apart to remove the rest of their clothing themselves.
As soon as this is accomplished Dom practically pounces on Arthur, pressing him down against the bed and kissing him senseless. Their hips rock together frantically and their both panting and fuck this will be over too soon if they keep this up. Regretfully, Arthur pushes Dom off of him. He sees confusion, hurt and a hint of panic cross Dom’s face and he quickly reassures him with, “S’ok. I just don’t want this to be over yet.”
Dom visibly relaxes and nods. “Yeah, we were getting a little too carried away.”
Their lips meet again, less feverishly this time. Arthur flips them so he is on top. He pins Dom’s arms at his sides and sucks a bruise against Dom’s neck. Dom seems to appreciate the slight pain and change in control because he arches and shakily moans out “Fuck, Arthur yes.”
Arthur continues his path downwards, stopping to lick and suck at each rosy nipple until they’re hard and Dom is panting and writhing. Slowly he moves further down, kissing and nuzzling the softness of Dom’s belly until he reaches the man’s straining cock. Dom whimpers as Arthur’s tongue swirls around the head of his swollen erection. With a smirk, Arthur pulls back and blows a stream of cool air onto the damp flesh. Dom gasps and his hips jerk upwards involuntarily. Then Arthur wraps his lips around Dom’s cock and slowly (it’s been a while since he’s done this) sinks down on him until the tip is touching the back of his throat. Dom moans incoherently and twines his fingers though Arthur’s hair. Arthur swallows around him, at the same time bringing one hand up to cradle Dom’s balls.
“Oh God... ah, Arthur, fuck!” Dom grits out as he tries to keep his hips still and his fingers from clutching too tightly at Arthur’s hair.
Dom lets himself get lost in pleasure for a minute or so, but he has other things in mind so he forces himself to pull Arthur away.
Arthur is confused for a moment until Dom whispers against his ear “Want you to fuck me.”
A surge of arousal runs through Arthur at these words and he kisses Dom fiercely whispering “yes, God yes” into his mouth.
Arthur then climbs off of the bed and retrieves his wallet from his pants pocket and begins searching through it for a condom. He finds it and looks up to see that Dom has found lube in the form of hand lotion in one of the bathroom drawers.
Dom passes the lube to Arthur before turning over onto his stomach. Arthur notices a look of nervousness, and wonders if Dom had ever been fucked before. Experimentally he runs his hands up the backs of Dom’s thighs and over his ass, noting the obvious tension in the muscles.
“You’re gonna have to relax or this will hurt and the last thing I want to do is cause you any pain.”
“I’m fine. Just do it.”
Arthur squirts the lotion into his hand and rubs it for a few seconds to warm it. He gently presses one against Dom’s hole. The man immediately tenses up. Arthur massages gently, trying to ease his finger past the tight ring of muscle. He barely gets past the first knuckle before Dom’s body instinctively tries to expel the invasion. After a minute Arthur gives up and removes his finger.
“Don’t stop. Please. I need this.”
Arthur can hear desperation in Dom’s voice and he presses a reassuring kiss against the back of his neck.
“I know. And I’ll give it to you. Just need to make sure you relax first.”
Arthur begins to gently knead the tight muscles of Dom’s neck.
“Arthur-“
“Shh. Just let me take care of you.” Arthur whispers against Dom’s ear, sucking at his earlobe for emphasis.
Dom sighs and nods slightly. Arthur resumes his ministrations until he can feel Dom starting to loosen up. He follows the path of his hands with gentle kisses, murmuring against the smooth skin.
“Mmm, that’s it, relax. Gonna make you feel so good.”
Arthur moves further down Dom’s back, still peppering the soft flesh with kisses and caresses.
“Gonna open you up with my tongue first. You’ll love that.”
Dom makes a startled noise at that and Arthur smirks. It’s far from the first time someone has underestimated him in bed.
“Then I’m gonna slide my fingers into you.”
His mouth and hands continue their journey lower, mapping the shape of each vertebra, inhaling the sweet scent of Dom’s skin.
“Has anyone ever played with that gorgeous ass before, Dom?”
He punctuates his words with a light smack against one rounded cheek.
“N-no.” Dom says, sounding slightly strangled.
“Oh God, you can’t imagine how good it’s going to feel. My fingers filling you, stretching you, stroking your sweet spot until you see stars.
“Fuck.” Dom whimpers.
“Getting to that.” Arthur chuckles.
“After I’ve got you writhing against my fingers, begging me to take you, I’ll fill you up with my cock.”
Dom is breathing hard, almost trembling with anticipation.
“God, you’re gonna be so hot. So tight.”
Arthur has nearly reached Dom’s ass now. He presses a kiss against Dom’s tailbone and he shudders.
“Gonna make you scream. Make you come so hard you can’t remember your own name.”
“Arthur! Arthur please!” Dom moans anxiously, spreading his legs wider in invitation.
Arthur, also through with waiting, spreads Dom’s cheeks and runs his tongue over the pucker in one long swipe. Dom jerks and whines low in his throat. At first Arthur alternates between long slow strokes over and rapid darts in. Then he switches his technique, working his tongue in deep and slow, broken by occasional quick flicks around the edges of the fluttering, clenching hole. Before long Dom is moaning continuously, fingers curled tight in the sheets and hips bucking helplessly against Arthur’s mouth.
After a minute, Arthur pulls away, prompting a disappointed whine from Dom. Arthur squeezes out some more lotion and presses one slick finger against Dom’s entrance. It slips in easily this time. Arthur moves the finger in and out slowly, letting Dom get used to sensation. When Dom squirms impatiently and widens his legs further, Arthur slides in a second finger. He twists his fingers to brush lightly against Dom’s prostate. The reaction is instantaneous and spectacular. Dom makes a strangled, high pitched noise that’s somewhere between a scream and a whimper and arches so desperately against Arthur’s fingers he’s almost levitating off the bed.
“OhGodohGodohGodmorepleasemoreArthurplease!” Dom babbles almost incoherently.
Arthur obliges, curling his fingers and stroking over that spot in little circles. Dom descends back into unintelligible cries of pleasure. It’s just about the hottest thing Arthur has ever heard and he wishes he could see Dom’s face. Pretty soon he’s able to work in a third finger and Dom barely notices, too lost in bliss.
When Arthur thinks Dom is stretched enough he removes his fingers, earning an impatient grunt from Dom. Arthur tears open the condom and slides in on, and then slicks himself up with more lotion.
“Turn over.” Arthur whispers huskily. “Wanna see your face.”
After a moment’s hesitation Dom complies. Arthur groans at how debauched he looks; lips swollen and red from being bitten, hair mussed, body slick with sweat and cock rock-hard and leaking pre-come. Dom brings his knees up to his chest and Arthur moves forward so that he can sling one of Dom’s legs over his shoulder.
Then he grips Dom’s hips and positions himself at his slick entrance. Slowly he begins to push forward until the just the tip is inside Dom.
Fuck. Fuck.
Reminding himself that it’s Dom first time, he forces himself to pause.
“Come on, Arthur. Hurry up, damn you.” Dom growls, shifting restlessly beneath him.
Arthur resists the urge to roll his eyes.
“Fine, if that’s how you want it,” he mutters and sheathes the rest of his length in Dom in one sharp thrust.
“Oh sweet Jesus!” Dom gasps, tossing his head back and arching up.
“Fuck, Dom fuck,” Arthur moans. “So good.”
God, he feels so much better that he’d ever imagined.
“Yeah,” Dom agrees breathlessly. “More.”
Arthur withdraws and rocks back in slowly, rolling his hips in an effort to hit Dom’s prostate. He succeeds on his third thrust, if Dom clenching deliciously around him and hissing “fuck, yes there!” is anything to go by. Keeping the same angle, Arthur speeds up his thrusts because, God he’s waited too long for this to take it slow. Fortunately Dom also appears to appreciate the quick pace, as he’s whimpering and thrashing and biting at his bottom lip. This sight is too tempting and Arthur leans forward, bending Dom in half and kissing him roughly, tongue plundering and claiming, teeth nipping and grazing. Dom groans and returns the kiss with equal fervor.
Arthur turns his attention to Dom’s neck, biting, renewing fading marks. Dom mewls and wraps his free leg around Arthur’s waist, urging him to move faster. Arthur obliges and soon Dom is panting, “fuck! So close...touch me, please,” which is good because Arthur can’t last much longer and he wants Dom to come together with him.
Arthur moves one hand from Dom’s hip and grips his straining cock. It only takes a few strokes before Dom is clenching around him, screaming and raking his nails down Arthur’s back as he comes over his fist in hot spurts. Arthur cries out as his own orgasm overwhelms him with ecstasy so intense his vision whites out.
He collapses on top of Dom, panting. When he regains some semblance of reality, he becomes vaguely aware of Dom whispering “thank you.” He murmurs noncommittally in response, because “you’re welcome” would sound ridiculous and “my pleasure” would just be too cheesy. Dom seems to get the message.
After a minute it occurs to Arthur that he really should move because he’s probably crushing Dom and with a tremendous effort he rolls off to the side, but keeps an arm flung across Dom’s chest. He’s not really sure where to go from here. He doesn’t know what Dom wants from this, and hell, he doesn’t know what he wants either. One thing he’s sure of is that he doesn’t want to analyze what this means for their friendship because whatever happens, he’s certain that things can’t go back to the way they were.
Arthur looks up to find Dom watching him and he can see his doubts and questions mirrored in his friend’s (maybe more?) face. They stare at each other in silence for a long moment.
Then Dom sighs and strokes his fingers over Arthur’s cheek and says with a sad smile: “Things aren’t gonna go back to the way they were, are they?”
Arthur returns the smile and simply says “no.”
They both knew what their options were. Either they parted ways as soon as this job was over and never saw each other again or... they took a leap of faith.
Dom breaks the long silence.
“Listen, I don’t know how to say this so I’ll just say it and I apologise if it makes no sense. I-“ he paused and took a deep breath,
“I don’t know if I can do this. Us. Whatever ‘us’ is, or could be. I’m a mess. I can already see a hundred different ways I could screw it up. But I know I’m already too broken to survive losing you. I want to give this a chance. I-if you want of course.” He trails off quietly, holding his breath for a response.
Arthur swallows heavily and tries to order his thoughts.
“I want this. I always have. I know it won’t be easy but I’ve never given up on you and I’m not about to start now. And don’t say you’re going to screw it up. You don’t have a monopoly on screwing things up. I can screw things up quite proficiently all by myself.”
That gets a wry smile from Dom, which Arthur returns, before continuing, “like it or not, you’re stuck with me.”
Dom’s smile widened and he leant forward to kiss Arthur tenderly. “I think I can live with that.”