Fic: One
Title: One
Author: sky_so_blu
Fandom: Inception
Pairing: Cobb/Arthur
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 685
Summary: It’s four months after inception and maybe, he’s more than a little glad to be seeing his team again.
A/N: New to this fandom, but I couldn’t resist. Unbeta-ed.
It’s four months after inception and Cobb misses his kids, but this is a favour he owes. And maybe, he’s more than a little glad to be seeing his team again. Half an hour in and Eames and Ariadne are still bickering over something, he swears he sees money being exchanged between Yusuf and Saito, and Arthur is sitting quietly at a desk, buried underneath the data he’d already pulled up.
Cobb tries to ignore the involuntary clench of his jaw when Eames reached out and spins their point man on his chair to face him, and Cobb really, really does try not to twitch when a hand goes up to rest on the back of Arthur’s neck, before falling back down. They’re all laughing at something now and Dom’s glad everyone is still okay.
---
They’re at a hotel for the night and in the morning, it’s Cobb’s job to shake everyone awake. Araidne protests from behind the door, Eames gives him the finger but gets up anyway, and Yusuf and Saito are already down eating breakfast. The last room is Arthur’s and he’s pretty sure they’re familiar enough for him to just walk in. Nevertheless, he knocks before pushing the door open.
The words on the tip of Dom’s tongue instantly shrivel up and die because all he can focus on is skin and Arthur and the way the waistband of those ridiculously expensive slacks wrap snugly around that tiny, tiny waist.
Arthur looks up in surprise, but then dips his head in acknowledgement. “Dom,” he greets in their quiet language of nods and gestures. “Are we ready to go?”
Cobb vaguely realizes he’s staring when Arthur’s hands bring a perfectly pressed white shirt up and over to cover the tease of skin underneath the singlet.
“Dom?”
He feels his face forcing a slight grin of acquiescence as Arthur’s voice penetrates his stupor. Dom looks up and his point man is almost all buttoned up, fingers flicking buttons and creases into place. He always thought Arthur was far too concerned about his appearance - it’s professionalism, he’d said - but admittedly, he cut a damn fine figure.
Cobb feels his feet moving forward, one step at a time, and he pauses by the hotel room table to set the top spinning. He can sense Arthur’s eyes on him, but he doesn’t look up until he hears the knock of metal against wood.
Two more steps and he’s right in his point man’s space, and Dom shuts up the silent, inquisitive look with a kiss. His hands stay at Arthur’s hips, going no further, because he’s not sure that there won’t be a fist in his face right about now.
Arthur’s lips are shiny and pouting at him when he draws back.
“What the hell?”
But nobody moves.
Dom just curls a hand to cup that sharp, sharp jawline and leans in again, more confident this time. “You haven’t come to see the kids.” And it’s true, though he never thought about it quite as much as he was thinking about it now.
There’s a long pause Arthur hesitates, eyes cast anywhere but his, and Cobb is suddenly afraid that he’s stepped over some untouchable boundary. The single word dries up in his throat as he tries to choke it out. “Eames?”
Surprise flickers over Arthur’s face and Dom tries not to think about how suddenly relieved he feels.
“You should come after this job,” I’ve missed you, is what he says and what he doesn’t have to say. His hands tentatively pop those irritating buttons on the waistcoat back open. He doesn’t stop till a hand reaches up to pause his motions.
Warm brown eyes meet his and Dom knows he can’t have weaknesses, especially not when a job is waiting in two hours, so he tries to restrain the urge to touch.
When the words, “We’ve got ten minutes”, slips from those gorgeous lips, they’re late to breakfast and Arthur is wearing yesterday’s clothes. There’s a rather explicit projection in the first level that has the rest of the team looking at them funny.
Author: sky_so_blu
Fandom: Inception
Pairing: Cobb/Arthur
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 685
Summary: It’s four months after inception and maybe, he’s more than a little glad to be seeing his team again.
A/N: New to this fandom, but I couldn’t resist. Unbeta-ed.
It’s four months after inception and Cobb misses his kids, but this is a favour he owes. And maybe, he’s more than a little glad to be seeing his team again. Half an hour in and Eames and Ariadne are still bickering over something, he swears he sees money being exchanged between Yusuf and Saito, and Arthur is sitting quietly at a desk, buried underneath the data he’d already pulled up.
Cobb tries to ignore the involuntary clench of his jaw when Eames reached out and spins their point man on his chair to face him, and Cobb really, really does try not to twitch when a hand goes up to rest on the back of Arthur’s neck, before falling back down. They’re all laughing at something now and Dom’s glad everyone is still okay.
---
They’re at a hotel for the night and in the morning, it’s Cobb’s job to shake everyone awake. Araidne protests from behind the door, Eames gives him the finger but gets up anyway, and Yusuf and Saito are already down eating breakfast. The last room is Arthur’s and he’s pretty sure they’re familiar enough for him to just walk in. Nevertheless, he knocks before pushing the door open.
The words on the tip of Dom’s tongue instantly shrivel up and die because all he can focus on is skin and Arthur and the way the waistband of those ridiculously expensive slacks wrap snugly around that tiny, tiny waist.
Arthur looks up in surprise, but then dips his head in acknowledgement. “Dom,” he greets in their quiet language of nods and gestures. “Are we ready to go?”
Cobb vaguely realizes he’s staring when Arthur’s hands bring a perfectly pressed white shirt up and over to cover the tease of skin underneath the singlet.
“Dom?”
He feels his face forcing a slight grin of acquiescence as Arthur’s voice penetrates his stupor. Dom looks up and his point man is almost all buttoned up, fingers flicking buttons and creases into place. He always thought Arthur was far too concerned about his appearance - it’s professionalism, he’d said - but admittedly, he cut a damn fine figure.
Cobb feels his feet moving forward, one step at a time, and he pauses by the hotel room table to set the top spinning. He can sense Arthur’s eyes on him, but he doesn’t look up until he hears the knock of metal against wood.
Two more steps and he’s right in his point man’s space, and Dom shuts up the silent, inquisitive look with a kiss. His hands stay at Arthur’s hips, going no further, because he’s not sure that there won’t be a fist in his face right about now.
Arthur’s lips are shiny and pouting at him when he draws back.
“What the hell?”
But nobody moves.
Dom just curls a hand to cup that sharp, sharp jawline and leans in again, more confident this time. “You haven’t come to see the kids.” And it’s true, though he never thought about it quite as much as he was thinking about it now.
There’s a long pause Arthur hesitates, eyes cast anywhere but his, and Cobb is suddenly afraid that he’s stepped over some untouchable boundary. The single word dries up in his throat as he tries to choke it out. “Eames?”
Surprise flickers over Arthur’s face and Dom tries not to think about how suddenly relieved he feels.
“You should come after this job,” I’ve missed you, is what he says and what he doesn’t have to say. His hands tentatively pop those irritating buttons on the waistcoat back open. He doesn’t stop till a hand reaches up to pause his motions.
Warm brown eyes meet his and Dom knows he can’t have weaknesses, especially not when a job is waiting in two hours, so he tries to restrain the urge to touch.
When the words, “We’ve got ten minutes”, slips from those gorgeous lips, they’re late to breakfast and Arthur is wearing yesterday’s clothes. There’s a rather explicit projection in the first level that has the rest of the team looking at them funny.