Inception Fic - Something In My Eye (Arthur/Eames)
Title: Something In My Eye
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 302
Summary: Written for this prompt on the kink meme. Arthur cries after (consensual) sex with Eames.
It’s after he’s shuddered through the last of his orgasm that he feels it, the familiar prick at the corners of his eyes, the feeling like his heart has dropped away somewhere. He squeezes his pillow as his throat constricts and makes it hard to breathe. Behind him, Eames has also finished and settled against him, one well-muscled arm come around to hold Arthur at the waist. Arthur will not let him see, or hear, his weakness. He bites his tongue to keep from gasping as the first tear slides down his cheek.
“Mmm… Darling,” Eames murmurs, rubbing his nose against the back of Arthur’s neck. Arthur squeezes his eyes shut and concentrates on short, normal inhalations. Eames kisses his shoulder. “Arthur…” Eames pauses in his ministrations, suddenly aware of the tension in Arthur’s coiled frame. “Are you all right? What is it?”
Arthur exhales. “Nothing,” he says, but the word is shaky. His next breath turns into a quiet sob, and he presses a hand to his mouth. “I’m sorry,” he manages, shoulders shaking.
“For what?” Eames pushes himself up and turns Arthur onto his back so they can see each other face to face. “Arthur?” Eames looks horrified. “Did I hurt you?”
Mutely, Arthur shakes his head no, blinking up at his lover through the tears.
“I did something wrong,” Eames says, the bitter comment aimed inwardly.
“No, Eames,” Arthur says. “It’s n-not you. I always j-just get like this…” He would be embarrassed by the stuttering, but he sobs again, this time wrapping his arms around Eames’s waist and pulling him down to bury his face in Eames’s brawny shoulder.
Eames doesn’t know how to explain that, so he doesn’t. Instead he just rubs Arthur’s back and kisses his face and does his best to be there for him.
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Enjoy! Comments and crits appreciated!
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 302
Summary: Written for this prompt on the kink meme. Arthur cries after (consensual) sex with Eames.
It’s after he’s shuddered through the last of his orgasm that he feels it, the familiar prick at the corners of his eyes, the feeling like his heart has dropped away somewhere. He squeezes his pillow as his throat constricts and makes it hard to breathe. Behind him, Eames has also finished and settled against him, one well-muscled arm come around to hold Arthur at the waist. Arthur will not let him see, or hear, his weakness. He bites his tongue to keep from gasping as the first tear slides down his cheek.
“Mmm… Darling,” Eames murmurs, rubbing his nose against the back of Arthur’s neck. Arthur squeezes his eyes shut and concentrates on short, normal inhalations. Eames kisses his shoulder. “Arthur…” Eames pauses in his ministrations, suddenly aware of the tension in Arthur’s coiled frame. “Are you all right? What is it?”
Arthur exhales. “Nothing,” he says, but the word is shaky. His next breath turns into a quiet sob, and he presses a hand to his mouth. “I’m sorry,” he manages, shoulders shaking.
“For what?” Eames pushes himself up and turns Arthur onto his back so they can see each other face to face. “Arthur?” Eames looks horrified. “Did I hurt you?”
Mutely, Arthur shakes his head no, blinking up at his lover through the tears.
“I did something wrong,” Eames says, the bitter comment aimed inwardly.
“No, Eames,” Arthur says. “It’s n-not you. I always j-just get like this…” He would be embarrassed by the stuttering, but he sobs again, this time wrapping his arms around Eames’s waist and pulling him down to bury his face in Eames’s brawny shoulder.
Eames doesn’t know how to explain that, so he doesn’t. Instead he just rubs Arthur’s back and kisses his face and does his best to be there for him.
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Enjoy! Comments and crits appreciated!