Day 1: Mind in the Gutter (Inception, Arthur/Eames, PG-13)
Title: Mind in the Gutter
Author: fides
Fandom: Inception
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Spoilers/Episode References: None
Warnings: None
"Go on," Eames urged in the face of all available evidence and good sense, "you can tell me!"
Arthur looked at him, the type of look that he gave a mystery discolouration on his suits to determine if it was an annoyance to be brushed off our something that needed to be dealt with more extensively.
"You do, don't you! All that bollocks about security and you just want to take the PASIV home every night to get your kinky little rocks off!"
"Really, Mr Eames," Arthur's tone could have etched metal, "don't judge everybody by your standards - there just isn't enough space down there in the gutter, what with you and your ego taking up so much room."
Eames' shit-eating grin didn't dim in the slightest - if anything it expanded slightly. "Well if you ever fancied a threesome, darling, my ego and I are there waiting for you."
"I wouldn't want to get between you," Arthur sad with mock regret. "Good night Eames. You and your ego have a lovely time."
Eames waggled his fingers in lazy toodle-oo. "We will."
--
"Shut up," was the first thing Arthur said when Eames opened his hotel door some few hours later. "Just shut up."
Eames stepped back and let Arthur in. He made it until the door was closed before he said, amused, "I hope you aren't just here to stroke my ego."
Author: fides
Fandom: Inception
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Spoilers/Episode References: None
Warnings: None
"Go on," Eames urged in the face of all available evidence and good sense, "you can tell me!"
Arthur looked at him, the type of look that he gave a mystery discolouration on his suits to determine if it was an annoyance to be brushed off our something that needed to be dealt with more extensively.
"You do, don't you! All that bollocks about security and you just want to take the PASIV home every night to get your kinky little rocks off!"
"Really, Mr Eames," Arthur's tone could have etched metal, "don't judge everybody by your standards - there just isn't enough space down there in the gutter, what with you and your ego taking up so much room."
Eames' shit-eating grin didn't dim in the slightest - if anything it expanded slightly. "Well if you ever fancied a threesome, darling, my ego and I are there waiting for you."
"I wouldn't want to get between you," Arthur sad with mock regret. "Good night Eames. You and your ego have a lovely time."
Eames waggled his fingers in lazy toodle-oo. "We will."
--
"Shut up," was the first thing Arthur said when Eames opened his hotel door some few hours later. "Just shut up."
Eames stepped back and let Arthur in. He made it until the door was closed before he said, amused, "I hope you aren't just here to stroke my ego."