Inception Fic: Hit List
I received a request almost two months ago for jealous!Cobb/Arthur and just now found the time and inspiration to fill it.
threepiecesuits, THIS IS FOR YOU AND I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG. ♥ I hope this makes up for me breaking you during my Arthur and Cobb habits-fic!
Title: Hit List
Pairing: Arthur/Cobb; PG
Prompt: Arthur and Cobb walking around town being giddy and happy and everyone is just staring at how GQ Arthur is and Cobb's just staring daggers at them and marking them down a mental hit-list.
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Cobb was keeping a mental list.
The woman in the short black dress, who had lowered her designer sunglasses just to peer. The slim man in the navy blazer, who had actually stopped in his tracks to follow them with leering eyes. The pair of old ladies who had whispered and pointed and dimpled from a bench.
Cobb remembered them all.
But as long as he was the one walking alongside the object of their admiration, there was not much he could do about it, because said object would probably shoot him in the face if he showed the slightest hint of wrath on the object’s behalf.
“You okay?” Arthur asked as they strode along the Parisian boulevard.
“Fine,” Cobb said. He glared at a woman wearing a floral scarf and boots and she scurried away after a mere five-second stare.
“You seem distracted,” Arthur said.
Cobb glanced at his point man from the corner of his eye. He saw what everyone was looking at: the sleek dark hair, the crisp white shirtsleeves, rolled up in the late evening warmth, the unbuttoned collar, the slim lines of the waistcoat, the tie hanging loosely around his neck. Somehow Arthur managed to look like he belonged in an issue of GQ without even trying. He looked downright rumpled and still the pedestrians could not keep their eyes off of him and, in all honesty, neither could Cobb.
“I’m thinking,” Cobb half-lied. He was thinking, after all. Just not about anything he would vocalize to Arthur.
Arthur hummed in his throat and closed his eyes, leaning back into the sun, and Cobb silently cursed him as a pair of young girls stared and giggled their way past. Did he not know the effect he had on people? The mere thought that he was completely oblivious was ridiculous, and dangerously endearing. Cobb forced himself to look away from the exposed pale column of Arthur’s throat and went back to his mental hit list.
“What are you thinking about?” Arthur asked suddenly.
“Um,” Cobb said. “My to-do list.”
Arthur’s brow furrowed. “Cobb, we just finished a three-month long job. Don’t tell me you already have another one lined up.”
“Not exactly.” Cobb scowled at a stout man who was staring at them from a sidewalk café. The man jumped, jowls bouncing, and hid himself behind his newspaper.
Arthur sighed and stopped walking, grabbing Cobb’s arm to stop him, as well.
“Tell me what’s bothering you, or I won’t be able to properly enjoy my first night of freedom.”
And even though his tone was serious, there was a smile on Arthur’s face, and God, he had to know what he did to people. Cobb thought maybe he should say something but his mouth stayed stubbornly shut.
“Cobb.” Arthur raised an eyebrow at him, a sure sign of imminent irritation and possible violence.
Cobb really wanted to tell him. He wanted to tell Arthur that he was beautiful and that his beauty made people stare and for every person that stared Cobb wanted to break something. He wanted to tell Arthur that he should not be so careless as to leave his collar unbuttoned and his forearms bare, revealing pale expanses of skin that made people want to touch, to stroke, to taste. He wanted to warn him against smiling and showing off those dimples on that surprisingly young face, to warn him against getting that fierce expression in his eyes that made him absolutely irresistible.
Cobb wanted to say all of this.
Instead he smiled, took Arthur’s arm, and said, “Let’s just get a drink, okay?”
And the secret list kept growing.
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Not much else to say, really, except that I should be writing essays and instead spent the night writing this little fic and watching Chopped Champions, which MADE ME CRY, YOU GUYS. WHAT IS THIS.
Also, my throat hurts a little. I need more tea!
So. How are you all? :D
threepiecesuits, THIS IS FOR YOU AND I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG. ♥ I hope this makes up for me breaking you during my Arthur and Cobb habits-fic!
Title: Hit List
Pairing: Arthur/Cobb; PG
Prompt: Arthur and Cobb walking around town being giddy and happy and everyone is just staring at how GQ Arthur is and Cobb's just staring daggers at them and marking them down a mental hit-list.
- - -
Cobb was keeping a mental list.
The woman in the short black dress, who had lowered her designer sunglasses just to peer. The slim man in the navy blazer, who had actually stopped in his tracks to follow them with leering eyes. The pair of old ladies who had whispered and pointed and dimpled from a bench.
Cobb remembered them all.
But as long as he was the one walking alongside the object of their admiration, there was not much he could do about it, because said object would probably shoot him in the face if he showed the slightest hint of wrath on the object’s behalf.
“You okay?” Arthur asked as they strode along the Parisian boulevard.
“Fine,” Cobb said. He glared at a woman wearing a floral scarf and boots and she scurried away after a mere five-second stare.
“You seem distracted,” Arthur said.
Cobb glanced at his point man from the corner of his eye. He saw what everyone was looking at: the sleek dark hair, the crisp white shirtsleeves, rolled up in the late evening warmth, the unbuttoned collar, the slim lines of the waistcoat, the tie hanging loosely around his neck. Somehow Arthur managed to look like he belonged in an issue of GQ without even trying. He looked downright rumpled and still the pedestrians could not keep their eyes off of him and, in all honesty, neither could Cobb.
“I’m thinking,” Cobb half-lied. He was thinking, after all. Just not about anything he would vocalize to Arthur.
Arthur hummed in his throat and closed his eyes, leaning back into the sun, and Cobb silently cursed him as a pair of young girls stared and giggled their way past. Did he not know the effect he had on people? The mere thought that he was completely oblivious was ridiculous, and dangerously endearing. Cobb forced himself to look away from the exposed pale column of Arthur’s throat and went back to his mental hit list.
“What are you thinking about?” Arthur asked suddenly.
“Um,” Cobb said. “My to-do list.”
Arthur’s brow furrowed. “Cobb, we just finished a three-month long job. Don’t tell me you already have another one lined up.”
“Not exactly.” Cobb scowled at a stout man who was staring at them from a sidewalk café. The man jumped, jowls bouncing, and hid himself behind his newspaper.
Arthur sighed and stopped walking, grabbing Cobb’s arm to stop him, as well.
“Tell me what’s bothering you, or I won’t be able to properly enjoy my first night of freedom.”
And even though his tone was serious, there was a smile on Arthur’s face, and God, he had to know what he did to people. Cobb thought maybe he should say something but his mouth stayed stubbornly shut.
“Cobb.” Arthur raised an eyebrow at him, a sure sign of imminent irritation and possible violence.
Cobb really wanted to tell him. He wanted to tell Arthur that he was beautiful and that his beauty made people stare and for every person that stared Cobb wanted to break something. He wanted to tell Arthur that he should not be so careless as to leave his collar unbuttoned and his forearms bare, revealing pale expanses of skin that made people want to touch, to stroke, to taste. He wanted to warn him against smiling and showing off those dimples on that surprisingly young face, to warn him against getting that fierce expression in his eyes that made him absolutely irresistible.
Cobb wanted to say all of this.
Instead he smiled, took Arthur’s arm, and said, “Let’s just get a drink, okay?”
And the secret list kept growing.
- - -
Not much else to say, really, except that I should be writing essays and instead spent the night writing this little fic and watching Chopped Champions, which MADE ME CRY, YOU GUYS. WHAT IS THIS.
Also, my throat hurts a little. I need more tea!
So. How are you all? :D