Mpreg fluff
Title: Mpreg fluff
Pairing: Eames/Arthur [Inception]
Rating: R
Word Count: 2,611
Warnings: MPREG
Not typically my cup of tea but I'd been dying to write some fluff.
Summary: Arthur is pregnant and bitchy. Eames is excited to be a father and loves taking care of his cranky pants.
The original prompt at the inception_kink
Eames paused as he pushed his way through the front door, both hands full of groceries. All of the lights were off and the blinds closed. This was not good... It was nightfall in the apartment despite the sun-drenched evening still prevailing outside. Eames dropped the groceries in the hallway and went to find Arthur.
The point man was exactly where Eames had left him that morning, hours ago. The couch was starting to get an Arthur shaped dent in the cushions from the lack of movement the cranky man did these days. ...Not that Eames was going to point that out to him.
"He~y...how's my-" he started as he moved in to kiss Arthur's forehead when the point man moved his head away.
"Piss off," he snapped. Eames knelt behind the couch, eyeing the sight before him. His pregnant husband basking in the television glow, a tub of ice cream on his growing belly and wrappers and remnants of half eaten meals surrounding him. It was turning into one of those weeks. Arthur was pretty good most of the time in doing his prenatal activities but some weeks... Some weeks were like this. Eames eyed the empty food cartons. At least he was eating the healthy meals he had premade for days like these.
"Anything interesting on today?" Eames tried again, poking Arthur's cheek and earning an irritated glare.
"Same answer as yesterday and you know it," Arthur snapped. Eames sighed and pushed himself up. "Can you give me the chicken you made yesterday?" Arthur didn't look away from the screen as he continued to dig into the green tea ice cream tub; it made the forger's stomach turn. Eames looked around.
"You sure you aren't eating too..." he trailed off when Arthur turned to him.
"What?"
Eames smiled, knowing that look. His brain screamed, 'RUN. RUN! RUN!'
"Ok, pet," he replied and ruffled his hair. As he left the room he risked injury by calling back, "You mind cleaning up the mess you got in there while I get it?"
"Bite me." Yep. It was worth the try.
Eames went back to the front door and looked around the groceries. He was hoping to make a meal with Arthur. It was a good excuse to touch his husband, which was slim pickings these days. It didn't help deal with Arthur's cycle of temper tantrums and miserable weeping. All he wanted to do was push Arthur's hair back, touch his bulging belly, have intimate touches but ever since Arthur had started to show, the point man had lost all interest in being touched. With the exceptions being the hysterical breakdowns that came out of nowhere...but that wasn't quite the romantic touches Eames was hoping for.
Eames' thoughts were interrupted by a grunt behind him. He turned to see Arthur trudging in slowly with various containers and junk from the couch. Eames smiled at him but Arthur went out of his way to avoid his gaze.
"You still want the chicken or wait a couple minutes until dinner is ready?" Arthur dumped everything in the trash...even the non-trash items. Eames sighed. Cranky Arthur was always barely tolerable. Arthur waddled up to Eames and overlooked all the groceries.
"What you making?"
"Thinking pasta? Maybe with some chicken?" Arthur sighed.
"I want sushi..." Eames pressed his hand to Arthur's cheek and nudged him toward a kiss. Arthur let him this time.
"I know, love. I know."
"And coffee."
"I know."
"And at least a beer, if not a martini."
"I can make you something that doesn't include any of those?" Eames tried then reached behind him to touch Arthur's butt but miscalculated and brushed his side. Arthur looked down and stared at his belly and sighed.
"This sucks..."
"I know."
"Stop saying that," Arthur snapped and slapped Eames' hand away. "You don't know what this feels like at all!" Eames turned and grinned.
"I know that my lovely husband is pregnant with my first child," Eames stated. Arthur glared at him. "I know that that's why he's being more of a pain in the ass than usual." Arthur glowered but Eames continued. "And why he's getting so fat." Arthur frowned then turned away.
"Go jump off a bridge." He made his way to the fridge but Eames stopped him. His hands cupped the bottom of Arthur's belly and lifted it gently.
"I'm really excited about this," he whispered. Arthur looked down at Eames' hands. "Think about all the things I can teach her..." Arthur rolled his eyes.
"At least you would be able to do something in this process," he snapped. Eames ignored him and nipped at his neck.
"If she has your check bones, I'll definitely need to get more practice with blush." Eames' hand slowly untwined and touched Arthur's cheekbone. "And little curled pigtails..."
"And if it's a boy?" Arthur inquired.
"Eh...you can take care of that," Eames replied and pulled away. Arthur stood in front of the fridge and put his hands over where Eames' had his then turned to his husband. He knew he was joking. He had seen some of the toys Eames thought he had skillfully hid. There were just as many girly pinks as there were baby blues in the bags. It had sent Arthur into tears for nearly half an hour after he found them. Plush lions and teddy bears. Little onesies with baby lambs and playful dolphins. Bibs with smart-ass remarks about the unborn child's daddy...even some about the child's mommy. Arthur hadn't been too pleased with those.
"So dinner?" Eames asked again.
"I don't care. I just want to eat something," Arthur complained and took a seat at the breakfast nook. Eames started cooking under Arthur's watchful eye. Regardless what Arthur said about trusting Eames in the kitchen, he always stayed close, constantly thinking how the fire extinguisher and first aid could easily be obtained in case of the inevitable disaster.
"So tell me, love, how many of the dinners did you eat today alone?" Eames teased.
"You're an asshole." Eames grinned but waited silently as he cooked. "Five..."
"No wonder you're getting fat." Arthur pouted. "I'll make you more then. You know how much I like your belly." Arthur made a face.
"You're gross." Eames just shrugged.
"I can't help what gets me bothered."
"It makes me feel like you're just going to keep me knocked up so you can live your perverted fetishisms."
"Weeeeeell, it's not a horrible idea." Arthur threw an orange at him. It nearly knocked the saucepan over. "Hey, hey! There's no room for orange in this!" Eames looked at his dish. "Unless you want it...I can't understand your weird cravings, love."
"I'm going to shove it down your throat if you add orange-Don't you even say it!" Arthur quickly snapped as Eames opened his mouth to say something smart. A slight blush tinged the tops of Arthur's ears. Eames always found it most endearing. He continued to cook in silence, occasionally stealing glances at Arthur.
"What are you thinking, love?" Arthur looked up from his belly
"What?"
"You look...pensive."
"Don't strain yourself." Eames chuckled. "Just thinking about the baby. Like whether this was a good idea. Should we have found out the sex last time we saw the doctor? Anything and everything."
"Well that's easy. Yes, no and definitely."
"What?"
"I know what you're thinking. You're wondering am I the right weight for this point and the answer is definitely."
"You know, the more you make jokes about loving my weight the more it becomes disturbing than anything else."
"I know but you love it. Makes you feel sexy." Arthur rolled his eyes. "And tonight after dinner I'll make you feel sexier."
"God!" Arthur moaned and stood up quickly. "You're obstreperous. Call me when dinner's ready."
"I'm what?" Eames called to Arthur's retreating back then grinned and returned to dinner.
Arthur sat back in his couch indentation and waited for Eames to bring him his meal.
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Arthur lay on his side. He missed sleeping on his back and stomach. He felt the bed bend under Eames' weight and waited expectantly for the forger to try to make a move on him. Eames leaned over him and lifted Arthur's head by his chin.
"Hey, love," he whispered and kissed him. Arthur turned onto his back to return the kiss. Eames was dressed for bed in his boxers. Arthur reached up and touched Eames' tattooed skin. "How's your back?"
"Fine." Eames turned him onto his side anyway. He rested his hand on Arthur's belly. Arthur closed his eyes at the soft rubbing of Eames' thumb against his engorged belly.
"You look gorgeous," he whispered.
"Shut up." Eames kissed his forehead and eyelids.
"Just imagine how not sexy you'll look once you drop this kid."
"That's a great way to put it, Eames." Eames rubbed Arthur's stomach with spread fingers. "I'll be able to wear my suits again." Arthur sighed nostalgically.
"I can't wait..." Eames groaned. "Just think...we'll be too exhausted to even give each other head."
"I can imagine the horror," Arthur whispered flatly.
"But we'll have a beautiful child," Eames whispered softly against Arthur's temple. "Our child..." He bumped his nose against Arthur's forehead. Arthur opened his mouth and was pleased that Eames met it.
"Then you better hope it doesn't get your genes," Arthur muttered against Eames' lips. They chuckled.
"You too tired?" Eames' hands drifted under Arthur's belly. The point man groaned into the touch.
"No." Eames pulled back Arthur's boxers and down to his knees. He kissed Arthur's belly. Leaving gentle kisses down to his half hard erection. Suddenly Arthur's hands were over Eames' face and pulling him up.
"What? What's wrong?" Eames asked. His gaze scanned Arthur's face nervously.
"I...I just want to be able to kiss you," Arthur admitted and his cheeks grew flushed at the admission. Eames grinned.
"Anything my little tubbers wants." Arthur's grip grew hard on his face. "Ow ow ow ow ow." Arthur didn't say anything but glared. "Sorry." Eames kissed Arthur's lips again. He rubbed his hand against the nape of Arthur's neck. "Sorry."
Eames shifted so that he spooned Arthur. His large hands brushed Arthur's hips, his protruding belly then rested against his shoulders. Arthur reached back and pulled him closer, feeling Eames' erection through his boxers, the forger's much larger body pressed against Arthur's compact one.
"You ok?" Eames asked again. He toed Arthur's boxers off one leg and rested his husband's leg over his, spreading him wide. His gaze looked from Arthur's legs to his belly then his face. Arthur could easily read his thoughts. Eames' doting was almost stifling at times. At times, when his hormones got the best of him, he worried that it was just because this child was Eames' first born. How that was even possible boggled-
"Arthur?" Eames asked again. Arthur looked at him.
"What? You're putting me to sleep." Eames grinned and pulled his own boxers down.
"I get it, my impatient pet..." He bit Arthur's neck and the point man leaned back into his touch. "You have no idea how hard I'm going to fuck you after our kid is born," he whispered and pushed in slowly. Arthur groaned, his hands griped at Eames' on his shoulders. "No more of this slooow," Eames pulled out slowly, "leisurely," he pushed in, "fucking." Arthur choked as Eames held him tightly by the shoulders and pushed in and out in an almost sedated state.
"What...what happened to no sex after...after the birth?" Arthur whimpered.
"I said no blow jobs..." Arthur moaned at the slow pace. "I'm not going..." Arthur whimpered. "fucking celibate. God, Arthur." Eames kissed Arthur full on the lips. Arthur pulled away and leaned forward. Eames' hips pushed in and out at a fast pace but nothing to what they had come to expect out of a hard fuck, not even close.
"Arthur...darling..."
"Ah...what?" Arthur whimpered.
"Climb up." Arthur didn't move but didn't protest so Eames helped him climb on him. Arthur was heavy on his hips but the look on the point man's face always made it worth it. Plus at this speed the quickest way to get Arthur off was in this position.
Eames thrusted up and Arthur made a delicious noise.
"You like that?" Eames grinned.
"Shut up," Arthur whimpered, his hands bracing himself up. Eames scanned Arthur's body and groaned. He pushed Arthur's shirt up and Arthur groaned at the touch against his hips and stomach. "I...I..."
"Arthur," Eames groaned as he thrusted up again and again, so close. His grip dug into Arthur's hips. Arthur looked down and Eames closed his eyes. The point man's expression was too much. Too wanton. Too shameless. "Fuck-"
It was Arthur's moan that made Eames came. Eames' first name moaned in a moment of relinquish. The forger quickly reached for Arthur's erection and jerked him to orgasm, opening his eyes to watch Arthur come. To see his face go slack with pure abandonment.
When Arthur's breathing evened and his vision steadied, he was already being laid on his side again by Eames' large hands.
"Hold on," Eames whispered against Arthur's temple and kissed it before going to the bathroom. Arthur pulled down his shirt over his stomach and waited for the bed to dip when Eames returned. "You ok?" One hand pushed under Arthur's shirt; the forger's fingertips and wedding band felt cold and wet against the point man's skin.
"Yeah..." Arthur muttered, only vaguely acknowledging the damp cloth against his legs and tender nether regions. He groaned but this time out of discomfort.
"Sorry."
"Hm..." Eames turned to throw the rag on the floor. "Don't you even dare," Arthur threatened. Eames groaned but followed Arthur's instruction. When he came back, he helped Arthur back into his boxers and spooned silently.
"Love?"
"Hm?" Arthur muttered sleepily.
"I'm excited for this kid."
"I know." Eames was silent for a moment then Arthur felt his husband's arms wrap around him under his stomach.
"For our kid."
"Hm."
"Then I'm going to knock you up again."
"No, you fucking aren't."
"Cause I love you carrying my kid."
"And that will be the day I castrate you." Eames chuckled.
"You're so mean."
"Hm."
"Good night, love."
"Hm." Eames kissed Arthur's neck.
"Good night, darling."
"Go to fucking sleep already."
"I'm definitely not going to miss this crankiness." Arthur turned to face Eames and pulled him close until their stomachs pressed against each other.
"And I'm not going to miss this fat fetishism you've developed." Eames smiled and kissed his husband's temple. Arthur returned the kiss to Eames' lips then closed his eyes. "I love you," he muttered.
"Love you too," Eames yawned then closed his eyes. They laid in silence.
"Eames?" Arthur whispered. Eames blinked, having drifted into a light sleep.
"Yeah, love?"
"I'm hungry." Eames was silent. "Will you make me something?" Eames groaned then sat up.
"I changed my mind. I think this kid is going to be an only child." Arthur pushed him and whined. "I'm going. I'm going."
Eames walked to the kitchen, stared at the silent emptiness then smiled. In a couple months the three of them were going to be eating here. Maybe in a couple of years there might be even more, if he was lucky. He thought of braiding little pigtails and bandaging banged up knees. Tea parties and baseball meets.
"What are you doing?" Arthur grumbled as he waddled in, rubbing his eye and his hair tousled. He took his spot at the breakfast nook, first eyeing the first aid kit then the fire extinguisher.
"Getting on it," Eames replied and started cooking.
Pairing: Eames/Arthur [Inception]
Rating: R
Word Count: 2,611
Warnings: MPREG
Not typically my cup of tea but I'd been dying to write some fluff.
Summary: Arthur is pregnant and bitchy. Eames is excited to be a father and loves taking care of his cranky pants.
The original prompt at the inception_kink
Eames paused as he pushed his way through the front door, both hands full of groceries. All of the lights were off and the blinds closed. This was not good... It was nightfall in the apartment despite the sun-drenched evening still prevailing outside. Eames dropped the groceries in the hallway and went to find Arthur.
The point man was exactly where Eames had left him that morning, hours ago. The couch was starting to get an Arthur shaped dent in the cushions from the lack of movement the cranky man did these days. ...Not that Eames was going to point that out to him.
"He~y...how's my-" he started as he moved in to kiss Arthur's forehead when the point man moved his head away.
"Piss off," he snapped. Eames knelt behind the couch, eyeing the sight before him. His pregnant husband basking in the television glow, a tub of ice cream on his growing belly and wrappers and remnants of half eaten meals surrounding him. It was turning into one of those weeks. Arthur was pretty good most of the time in doing his prenatal activities but some weeks... Some weeks were like this. Eames eyed the empty food cartons. At least he was eating the healthy meals he had premade for days like these.
"Anything interesting on today?" Eames tried again, poking Arthur's cheek and earning an irritated glare.
"Same answer as yesterday and you know it," Arthur snapped. Eames sighed and pushed himself up. "Can you give me the chicken you made yesterday?" Arthur didn't look away from the screen as he continued to dig into the green tea ice cream tub; it made the forger's stomach turn. Eames looked around.
"You sure you aren't eating too..." he trailed off when Arthur turned to him.
"What?"
Eames smiled, knowing that look. His brain screamed, 'RUN. RUN! RUN!'
"Ok, pet," he replied and ruffled his hair. As he left the room he risked injury by calling back, "You mind cleaning up the mess you got in there while I get it?"
"Bite me." Yep. It was worth the try.
Eames went back to the front door and looked around the groceries. He was hoping to make a meal with Arthur. It was a good excuse to touch his husband, which was slim pickings these days. It didn't help deal with Arthur's cycle of temper tantrums and miserable weeping. All he wanted to do was push Arthur's hair back, touch his bulging belly, have intimate touches but ever since Arthur had started to show, the point man had lost all interest in being touched. With the exceptions being the hysterical breakdowns that came out of nowhere...but that wasn't quite the romantic touches Eames was hoping for.
Eames' thoughts were interrupted by a grunt behind him. He turned to see Arthur trudging in slowly with various containers and junk from the couch. Eames smiled at him but Arthur went out of his way to avoid his gaze.
"You still want the chicken or wait a couple minutes until dinner is ready?" Arthur dumped everything in the trash...even the non-trash items. Eames sighed. Cranky Arthur was always barely tolerable. Arthur waddled up to Eames and overlooked all the groceries.
"What you making?"
"Thinking pasta? Maybe with some chicken?" Arthur sighed.
"I want sushi..." Eames pressed his hand to Arthur's cheek and nudged him toward a kiss. Arthur let him this time.
"I know, love. I know."
"And coffee."
"I know."
"And at least a beer, if not a martini."
"I can make you something that doesn't include any of those?" Eames tried then reached behind him to touch Arthur's butt but miscalculated and brushed his side. Arthur looked down and stared at his belly and sighed.
"This sucks..."
"I know."
"Stop saying that," Arthur snapped and slapped Eames' hand away. "You don't know what this feels like at all!" Eames turned and grinned.
"I know that my lovely husband is pregnant with my first child," Eames stated. Arthur glared at him. "I know that that's why he's being more of a pain in the ass than usual." Arthur glowered but Eames continued. "And why he's getting so fat." Arthur frowned then turned away.
"Go jump off a bridge." He made his way to the fridge but Eames stopped him. His hands cupped the bottom of Arthur's belly and lifted it gently.
"I'm really excited about this," he whispered. Arthur looked down at Eames' hands. "Think about all the things I can teach her..." Arthur rolled his eyes.
"At least you would be able to do something in this process," he snapped. Eames ignored him and nipped at his neck.
"If she has your check bones, I'll definitely need to get more practice with blush." Eames' hand slowly untwined and touched Arthur's cheekbone. "And little curled pigtails..."
"And if it's a boy?" Arthur inquired.
"Eh...you can take care of that," Eames replied and pulled away. Arthur stood in front of the fridge and put his hands over where Eames' had his then turned to his husband. He knew he was joking. He had seen some of the toys Eames thought he had skillfully hid. There were just as many girly pinks as there were baby blues in the bags. It had sent Arthur into tears for nearly half an hour after he found them. Plush lions and teddy bears. Little onesies with baby lambs and playful dolphins. Bibs with smart-ass remarks about the unborn child's daddy...even some about the child's mommy. Arthur hadn't been too pleased with those.
"So dinner?" Eames asked again.
"I don't care. I just want to eat something," Arthur complained and took a seat at the breakfast nook. Eames started cooking under Arthur's watchful eye. Regardless what Arthur said about trusting Eames in the kitchen, he always stayed close, constantly thinking how the fire extinguisher and first aid could easily be obtained in case of the inevitable disaster.
"So tell me, love, how many of the dinners did you eat today alone?" Eames teased.
"You're an asshole." Eames grinned but waited silently as he cooked. "Five..."
"No wonder you're getting fat." Arthur pouted. "I'll make you more then. You know how much I like your belly." Arthur made a face.
"You're gross." Eames just shrugged.
"I can't help what gets me bothered."
"It makes me feel like you're just going to keep me knocked up so you can live your perverted fetishisms."
"Weeeeeell, it's not a horrible idea." Arthur threw an orange at him. It nearly knocked the saucepan over. "Hey, hey! There's no room for orange in this!" Eames looked at his dish. "Unless you want it...I can't understand your weird cravings, love."
"I'm going to shove it down your throat if you add orange-Don't you even say it!" Arthur quickly snapped as Eames opened his mouth to say something smart. A slight blush tinged the tops of Arthur's ears. Eames always found it most endearing. He continued to cook in silence, occasionally stealing glances at Arthur.
"What are you thinking, love?" Arthur looked up from his belly
"What?"
"You look...pensive."
"Don't strain yourself." Eames chuckled. "Just thinking about the baby. Like whether this was a good idea. Should we have found out the sex last time we saw the doctor? Anything and everything."
"Well that's easy. Yes, no and definitely."
"What?"
"I know what you're thinking. You're wondering am I the right weight for this point and the answer is definitely."
"You know, the more you make jokes about loving my weight the more it becomes disturbing than anything else."
"I know but you love it. Makes you feel sexy." Arthur rolled his eyes. "And tonight after dinner I'll make you feel sexier."
"God!" Arthur moaned and stood up quickly. "You're obstreperous. Call me when dinner's ready."
"I'm what?" Eames called to Arthur's retreating back then grinned and returned to dinner.
Arthur sat back in his couch indentation and waited for Eames to bring him his meal.
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Arthur lay on his side. He missed sleeping on his back and stomach. He felt the bed bend under Eames' weight and waited expectantly for the forger to try to make a move on him. Eames leaned over him and lifted Arthur's head by his chin.
"Hey, love," he whispered and kissed him. Arthur turned onto his back to return the kiss. Eames was dressed for bed in his boxers. Arthur reached up and touched Eames' tattooed skin. "How's your back?"
"Fine." Eames turned him onto his side anyway. He rested his hand on Arthur's belly. Arthur closed his eyes at the soft rubbing of Eames' thumb against his engorged belly.
"You look gorgeous," he whispered.
"Shut up." Eames kissed his forehead and eyelids.
"Just imagine how not sexy you'll look once you drop this kid."
"That's a great way to put it, Eames." Eames rubbed Arthur's stomach with spread fingers. "I'll be able to wear my suits again." Arthur sighed nostalgically.
"I can't wait..." Eames groaned. "Just think...we'll be too exhausted to even give each other head."
"I can imagine the horror," Arthur whispered flatly.
"But we'll have a beautiful child," Eames whispered softly against Arthur's temple. "Our child..." He bumped his nose against Arthur's forehead. Arthur opened his mouth and was pleased that Eames met it.
"Then you better hope it doesn't get your genes," Arthur muttered against Eames' lips. They chuckled.
"You too tired?" Eames' hands drifted under Arthur's belly. The point man groaned into the touch.
"No." Eames pulled back Arthur's boxers and down to his knees. He kissed Arthur's belly. Leaving gentle kisses down to his half hard erection. Suddenly Arthur's hands were over Eames' face and pulling him up.
"What? What's wrong?" Eames asked. His gaze scanned Arthur's face nervously.
"I...I just want to be able to kiss you," Arthur admitted and his cheeks grew flushed at the admission. Eames grinned.
"Anything my little tubbers wants." Arthur's grip grew hard on his face. "Ow ow ow ow ow." Arthur didn't say anything but glared. "Sorry." Eames kissed Arthur's lips again. He rubbed his hand against the nape of Arthur's neck. "Sorry."
Eames shifted so that he spooned Arthur. His large hands brushed Arthur's hips, his protruding belly then rested against his shoulders. Arthur reached back and pulled him closer, feeling Eames' erection through his boxers, the forger's much larger body pressed against Arthur's compact one.
"You ok?" Eames asked again. He toed Arthur's boxers off one leg and rested his husband's leg over his, spreading him wide. His gaze looked from Arthur's legs to his belly then his face. Arthur could easily read his thoughts. Eames' doting was almost stifling at times. At times, when his hormones got the best of him, he worried that it was just because this child was Eames' first born. How that was even possible boggled-
"Arthur?" Eames asked again. Arthur looked at him.
"What? You're putting me to sleep." Eames grinned and pulled his own boxers down.
"I get it, my impatient pet..." He bit Arthur's neck and the point man leaned back into his touch. "You have no idea how hard I'm going to fuck you after our kid is born," he whispered and pushed in slowly. Arthur groaned, his hands griped at Eames' on his shoulders. "No more of this slooow," Eames pulled out slowly, "leisurely," he pushed in, "fucking." Arthur choked as Eames held him tightly by the shoulders and pushed in and out in an almost sedated state.
"What...what happened to no sex after...after the birth?" Arthur whimpered.
"I said no blow jobs..." Arthur moaned at the slow pace. "I'm not going..." Arthur whimpered. "fucking celibate. God, Arthur." Eames kissed Arthur full on the lips. Arthur pulled away and leaned forward. Eames' hips pushed in and out at a fast pace but nothing to what they had come to expect out of a hard fuck, not even close.
"Arthur...darling..."
"Ah...what?" Arthur whimpered.
"Climb up." Arthur didn't move but didn't protest so Eames helped him climb on him. Arthur was heavy on his hips but the look on the point man's face always made it worth it. Plus at this speed the quickest way to get Arthur off was in this position.
Eames thrusted up and Arthur made a delicious noise.
"You like that?" Eames grinned.
"Shut up," Arthur whimpered, his hands bracing himself up. Eames scanned Arthur's body and groaned. He pushed Arthur's shirt up and Arthur groaned at the touch against his hips and stomach. "I...I..."
"Arthur," Eames groaned as he thrusted up again and again, so close. His grip dug into Arthur's hips. Arthur looked down and Eames closed his eyes. The point man's expression was too much. Too wanton. Too shameless. "Fuck-"
It was Arthur's moan that made Eames came. Eames' first name moaned in a moment of relinquish. The forger quickly reached for Arthur's erection and jerked him to orgasm, opening his eyes to watch Arthur come. To see his face go slack with pure abandonment.
When Arthur's breathing evened and his vision steadied, he was already being laid on his side again by Eames' large hands.
"Hold on," Eames whispered against Arthur's temple and kissed it before going to the bathroom. Arthur pulled down his shirt over his stomach and waited for the bed to dip when Eames returned. "You ok?" One hand pushed under Arthur's shirt; the forger's fingertips and wedding band felt cold and wet against the point man's skin.
"Yeah..." Arthur muttered, only vaguely acknowledging the damp cloth against his legs and tender nether regions. He groaned but this time out of discomfort.
"Sorry."
"Hm..." Eames turned to throw the rag on the floor. "Don't you even dare," Arthur threatened. Eames groaned but followed Arthur's instruction. When he came back, he helped Arthur back into his boxers and spooned silently.
"Love?"
"Hm?" Arthur muttered sleepily.
"I'm excited for this kid."
"I know." Eames was silent for a moment then Arthur felt his husband's arms wrap around him under his stomach.
"For our kid."
"Hm."
"Then I'm going to knock you up again."
"No, you fucking aren't."
"Cause I love you carrying my kid."
"And that will be the day I castrate you." Eames chuckled.
"You're so mean."
"Hm."
"Good night, love."
"Hm." Eames kissed Arthur's neck.
"Good night, darling."
"Go to fucking sleep already."
"I'm definitely not going to miss this crankiness." Arthur turned to face Eames and pulled him close until their stomachs pressed against each other.
"And I'm not going to miss this fat fetishism you've developed." Eames smiled and kissed his husband's temple. Arthur returned the kiss to Eames' lips then closed his eyes. "I love you," he muttered.
"Love you too," Eames yawned then closed his eyes. They laid in silence.
"Eames?" Arthur whispered. Eames blinked, having drifted into a light sleep.
"Yeah, love?"
"I'm hungry." Eames was silent. "Will you make me something?" Eames groaned then sat up.
"I changed my mind. I think this kid is going to be an only child." Arthur pushed him and whined. "I'm going. I'm going."
Eames walked to the kitchen, stared at the silent emptiness then smiled. In a couple months the three of them were going to be eating here. Maybe in a couple of years there might be even more, if he was lucky. He thought of braiding little pigtails and bandaging banged up knees. Tea parties and baseball meets.
"What are you doing?" Arthur grumbled as he waddled in, rubbing his eye and his hair tousled. He took his spot at the breakfast nook, first eyeing the first aid kit then the fire extinguisher.
"Getting on it," Eames replied and started cooking.