Fic: "Timing" (Arthur/Eames) NC-17
Title: "Timing"
Fandom: Inception
Word Count: 3,901
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Eames
Disclaimer: Wish I did but I own nothing Inception wise
Summary: Written as a birthday fic for the super awesome: indybree Sorry it's a little late but at least it's still January! Beta'd by the wonderful: writteninhaste
Thanks also to:writteninhaste for the read through and validating for me that this wasn't a stupid story idea.
Eames positions all the important questions to Arthur while they are in the throes of passion...
Hope you enjoy it, sweets and Happy Birthday!
Please don't forget to comment. Thanks muchly.
Timing
Arthur braces his trembling arms behind him on the bed, his head thrown back, eyes closed and his fingers tightly gripping the comforter. Arthur’s thighs twitch and quiver as Eames’ mouth tugs at his erection. His nerves and muscles have a mind of their own as they react to Eames’ tongue following his erection from balls to tip leaving behind a hot trail. A low moan escapes Arthur’s lips. He arches his back driving his cock in deeper and Eames takes it gratefully. Eames runs his fingers over the sensitive area on Arthur’s thighs moving inward to the skin around his groin and then running his thumbs over his sharp hip bones as he continues to suck. Eames is radiating heat as he kneels on the floor between Arthur’s stretched open legs. Arthur grips the comforter tighter, imagining his knuckles turning white as he arches up and fucks back into Eames’ mouth. Eames’ mouth is hot, wet and needy and Arthur can hear him groan deep from the back of his throat. Arthur thrusts hard and finds that area in Eames’ throat, feeding him his cock.
Arthur draws his legs closer to Eames’ head wanting closer contact. Eames’ hands snake around to Arthur’s knees, his fingers resting there protectively as he takes him deeper. All Arthur can hear is his own heart pounding behind his ears, the nonsensical noises tumbling his mouth, his broken breathing and the sounds Eames’ mouth makes as he devours him as Eames meets Arthur’s thrusts.
Arthur isn’t gentle and it’s rough. They’ve both got too much adrenaline and after job steam to blow off. They need this. The headboard slaps against the wall angrily, the bed moving with Arthur’s thrusts into Eames’ hot mouth.
Arthur lolls his head back. He’s close. His pre come dribbles down Eames’ throat and Eames swallows everything up. Eames runs his tongue over the underside of his cock as his lips move over his swollen head; Eames’ name is on Arthur’s lips. Arthur’s eyes are still closed, his body storming to release but he feels movement and sudden coolness. He doesn’t open his eyes. His whole body is trembling and he thrusts again but there isn’t a warm cavity meeting him this time. Arthur would feel alarmed but his head is dizzy with lust and the need for release. He feels Eames’ large warm hands on his thighs. “I want to be exclusive.” Arthur feels Eames’ warm breath so close on his sensitive dripping cock making it twitch with longing.
Arthur struggles to open his eyes, the room is spinning but his breathing is something closer to normal again. He’s very warm and Eames’ hot hands on his thighs are not helping.
“Wha…what?” he manages to choke out.
Eames nuzzles his stubbly cheek to Arthur’s thigh and Arthur throws his head back, arching his hips for contact, wanting that heat and wet and fucking Eames’ mouth. Arthur’s body is crackling and misfiring from the loss of contact.
“I can’t stand the thought of someone else touching you…fucking you. I just can’t, Arthur,” he plants a warm kiss to his thigh and Arthur can feel how wet his lips are from Arthur’s cock.
Rational thoughts still haven’t managed to worm their way in as Arthur’s erection is pulsing, standing erect and red against the stark white of the bed and still so close to Eames’ mouth. If Arthur could only get it there again…
But Eames is looking up at him with half lidded, almost sad, eyes and Arthur really just wants to come deep back in Eames’ throat and fall asleep next to him, escape into the miles of warm skin. It had been a hell of a month.
“Yes, yes…sure,” Arthur pushes the words out, his cock aching for that mouth to take him in again. A slow smile appears on Eames’ glistening mouth and he plants another slow tease of a kiss to Arthur’s quivering thigh.
“Pet, you’ve made me very happy…”
“Eames, please, fuck,” Arthur chokes out, his cock throbbing painfully, dribbling pre come to the floor and he needs it. Arthur closes his eyes again, his arms braced behind his back on the bed, thrusting up to where he hopes is near Eames’ mouth. Arthur swears he feels Eames nod a little before he’s enveloping him again, his hot mouth forming and molding around him and Arthur drives himself further into him.
Eames takes him there swallowing up every drop that Arthur deposits when he comes quickly, rocking his sweat-drenched ass back onto the comforter on top of the bed, as he comes deep in the back of Eames’ throat. His release travels hot and sticky down Eames’ throat, his body left trembling and hot as Eames strokes his thighs lazily. This is how they come to be exclusive.
+ + +
“Fuck.”
Eames sweeps his tongue slowly over Arthur’s over-sensitive, fucked-open hole. Shivers rack Arthur’s naked body as he lies on his stomach on the hot sheets. It shouldn’t feel this good. Eames had just fucked him open with his fingers and then his cock, filling him up until he was spilling over. But now Eames wanted to clean him and Arthur was too tired to protest. It was their first night together after three months of working separate jobs. Arthur could allow him this but it still shouldn’t feel this good.
Eames’ tongue laps at his stretched-open hole and Arthur finds himself rutting into the sheets like a bitch in heat; like he hadn’t already come over the same sheets only minutes ago. Arthur closes his eyes and buries his heated cheeks into the sheets, mouthing incoherent words around the fabric as Eames’ tongue dips into his slippery hole. It pushes in easily and Arthur can feel come and lube oozing out, dribbling down his thighs as Eames enters him with his tongue. Eames pushes in further, his tongue exploring, warm lube and come making a mess of everything. Arthur groans needily and he’s half hard already, white sparks dancing in front of his vision as Eames moans around him, his nose buried into his ass, his tongue thrusting into his already fucked-open hole.
It’s hot and delicious, Eames moving around inside him, pushing around the things he filled Arthur up with earlier. Eames probes with his tongue, urging lube and come out. Arthur feels it exit but he’s pushing back into Eames’ face moaning for more. He feels Eames’ breath tickle his over-sensitized skin. “You like that don’t you?” Eames purrs as he licks a stripe from Arthur’s hole down his ass cheeks to his thighs. Arthur trembles and he’s begging for Eames’ tongue again like a child, almost not recognizing his own strained voice: “Please, more…God…Eames your tongue. I want it again. I want it inside,” he’s achingly hard in anticipation. As if to further prove his point Arthur gets up on shaky legs and moves into position so he’s on all fours, arching his ass up into Eames’ face, wanting that hot tongue sliding in and out and eating him out again. Arthur closes his eyes, his limbs trembling for it. Arthur wants Eames to see how hard he is for him, how much he needs it, Arthur’s erection pushing into his stomach almost painfully and still slicked up with lube from their earlier endeavor.
He hears Eames shift behind him on the bed. Eames places his warm hands on either side of Arthur’s hips and gloriously Arthur feels Eames’ breath on his dripping asshole.
“Marry me.”
Arthur sways a little on the bed like gravity decides it’s not playing by the rules. Arthur swallows hard, his mouth suddenly gone impossibly dry. The room spins and he continues to feel Eames’ warm breath expelling on his fucked open hole.
Arthur releases some noises of frustration and need and maybe a: “What?” as he rocks back on the bed trying to coax Eames’ mouth to him. Eames’ hands are still on his hips anchoring him and keeping him still.
“I love you. I don’t want anyone else. Marry me,” Eames’ thumbs massage Arthur’s hips, his nose nuzzling his slicked up ass cheek. The touch sends fireworks through Arthur’s body but it isn’t enough. He wants that probing tongue deep inside, coaxing things out; pushing deeper to hit nerves and muscles until Arthur comes again in his own hands.
“What?” the question seems to fill up the heavily saturated room that smells of sex, sweat and semen.
“I want to be with you forever. Don’t you think three years is long enough to commit? I need you, Arthur. I want to come home to you every night not just after we’re done with a job.” Eames’ words are filling Arthur up just like his tongue had earlier and Arthur can’t think straight.
He just needs him. Arthur nods, his head hanging low between his arms, his eyes closed and he struggles for breath. “Yes. Ok.”
He feels Eames’ smile on his thigh and Eames exhales a slow shaky breath, his warm breath tickling Arthur’s skin.
“I love you.”
“Eames,” Arthur whimpers helplessly, his erection heavy and leaking. Eames kisses his way into Arthur’s asshole, his lips replaced with tongue. Eames pushes his face in deeper into his ass, licking into his hole, his tongue exploring through slippery heat. Arthur fists his already slicked up cock, feeling Eames lick out his come, humming around him. Eames licks a trail down his ass and thighs, the come and lube replaced by his saliva. He works his way back up again into his pulsing hole, coaxing lube out as Arthur jacks himself.
Arthur comes hot in his fingers as Eames fucks his tongue feverishly into his hole. Arthur can hear the broken noises Eames is making as he’s wanking himself off as well. They collapse into a sweaty, filthy heap on the bed a short time later, Eames’ fingers still probing Arthur’s sensitive hole as he cradles Arthur back against his chest, murmuring endearments and praise into his hair. This is how they come to be engaged.
+ + +
Eames drapes himself over Arthur’s naked skin. Arthur is on his knees facing the headboard of the bed. He places his hands on the headboard. Eames moves in impossibly closer behind him, his warm naked skin pressing into Arthur. Eames is on his knees as well and intertwines their fingers on the headboard. Their wedding bands tap against each other as Eames mouths a hickey onto Arthur’s already bruised neck. Arthur can feel Eames’ erection dig into his back and Arthur moans low and deep as Eames’ tongue sweeps over a sensitive area near his jaw.
Eames moves his hands away from Arthur’s and trails them down Arthur’s arms; moves them down the length of his back, slowly - all the way down to his hips and until they are finally resting on his ass. Arthur closes his eyes and shudders as he feels Eames massage his hot hands into his buttocks, spreading them and clenching them, making Arthur’s erection throb and his breath hitch in his throat. Eames’ thumbs massage near Arthur’s hole and Arthur finds himself arching into Eames’ touch.
Arthur hears Eames opening a bottle which only can be lube he thinks. Arthur feels some of it dribble warmly on his ass. Arthur’s body breaks out in shivers with anticipation. They haven’t had sex this way for a long time. Arthur likes that they’re taking their time and experimenting. Usually it’s quick and fast but this was good. With Arthur faced away from him, trying to anticipate Eames’ moves, Arthur could feel him but not see him. Arthur smiles. They haven’t had sex like this since they were first dating and that was a long time ago.
Eames’ dripping hands slick up Arthur’s ass and it jolts Arthur’s system. Eames’ hands snake around Arthur’s front and he slicks up his cock. Arthur lolls his head back into Eames as Eames takes his time enveloping Arthur’s cock in his dribbling fingers, stroking and tugging and tonguing his ear at the same time. Arthur finds himself rocking back into Eames’ skin behind him and then into his touch, his hands still on the headboard, in front of him: Eames’ leaking cock at his back and Eames’ hand jacking him slowly.
“Eames…”
Arthur whimpers when Eames releases his hold on him. Arthur’s cock twitches painfully, dripping pre come and lube onto the sheets as he hears Eames opening the bottle and depositing more onto his fingers. Arthur clutches the head board, his arms shaking as he hears Eames rub his hands together getting them nice and full of lube.
Eames always did like to use a lot of lube so everyone was nice and slicked up. Despite the mess, Arthur had to admit he likes it too. Eames’ fingers splay over Arthur’s ass but move down slowly. Arthur arches into him instinctively and then Eames is pushing in a slicked up finger. Arthur starts moving with him almost at once as if on impulse. Eames moans as he explores Arthur with his finger, Arthur fucking back on it. Eames leans over and kisses at Arthur’s neck, his one dripping hand on Arthur’s hip as he plunges his finger in to the knuckle, twisting, the lube oozing out of Arthur’s ass hole and running down his thighs. Arthur feels himself stretching and opening up for Eames more. Eames removes his dripping finger and enters him with two. Arthur grips the headboard, his body breaking out in sweat and a slight crackling of pain, but it’s replaced with warm pleasure as Eames works him, rocking into him, kissing his collarbone and shoulder.
Arthur fists his cock but Eames shoves his fingers away as he slides in and out of Arthur with greater ease. Arthur mumbles things under his breath and hangs his head as Eames shifts his fingers, going deeper and hitting his prostate.
“Fuck. Eames, I need you.”
“What do you want?” Eames mouths around Arthur’s shoulder shoving his fingers up into his tight slippery hole.
A string of incoherent things tumble from Arthur’s mouth but he manages to choke out: “I want your cock inside me.” Eames shifts behind him, dragging his skin lower and Arthur can feel his erection on his ass circling it.
“Eames.”
Eames removes his dripping fingers from inside of Arthur. Arthur can hear Eames doing something with the lube, maybe with his hands, as Arthur can hear the liquid, squishing sound it makes. Eames circles Arthur’s asshole with his dripping cock, aggravatingly slowly; his warm length, all slicked up, teases Arthur as he strokes under and over his ass, but never lingering long enough near his hole. Arthur groans in frustration as he ruts up against the headboard, his erection becoming too much. Arthur feels warm skin at his back again and feels slicked up fingers around his cock.
“I want to start a family with you,” Eames breathes lowly in Arthur’s ear as he strokes him slowly.
Arthur groans at the touch but also with frustration. He was beginning to see a pattern here. As if Eames understands Arthur’s silence he moves in closer, his erection hot and dripping at Arthur’s back, definitely not close enough to his hole.
“I want a child with you, Arthur. We’re not getting any younger and I think we should slow down a little. We don’t have to stop completely but…” he mouths a hot kiss into his shoulder. “I just need a child with you,” Eames runs his other slicked up hand down to Arthur’s sensitive ass and probes his hole with a finger, his other hand still jacking him too slowly. Arthur can only struggle for breath at his fingers all around him and inside him, his warm naked skin all around him and his weighty proposition.
“Say yes,” Eames breathes into his ear again before kisses it sloppily.
The whole thing is ridiculous and Arthur’s reminded of the times before when Eames and he were in throes of passion and Eames had dropped huge bombs and heavy decisions on Arthur, but not this time. Arthur was going to put his foot down.
“Arthur,” Eames moans huskily, his talented fingers pushing in deeper, his other fingers dutifully stroking, starting a rhythm and Arthur can’t think like this: with the air in the room seeming to disappear and Eames’ naked skin all around him and his lungs and heart moving too rapidly in his chest. Arthur needs him off of him but he needs him inside him and there’s only one way.
“Yes, fine, damnit…just…oh God,” Eames twists his fingers up to hit a sensitive area inside, pushing out all coherent thoughts. Eames mumbles some gratitude into Arthur’s shoulder and removes his fingers swiftly, entering him with his cock instead. He enters easily up to the hilt with all slicked up heat. Eames jacks Arthur as he moves. Arthur arches his ass up to meet him and they start a steady rhythm of slicked up sensitive parts. Eames crushes his pelvis into him and he’s barely a few strokes in when Arthur feels Eames grip his hip with his one hand. Arthur feels Eames’ whole body shudder as he fucks Arthur through his release, filling and slicking him up, his name on his lips. Arthur is close behind, coming to Eames’ hand and cock deep inside.
What seems like hours later they lay together on the ruined sheets, looking up at the ceiling. Arthur’s body is achy, over sensitive, and humming with good sex. Sleep is tugging at him but he feels some coherent thoughts flooding his system. Arthur turns on his side, facing Eames and studies the other man until Eames rolls over on his side of the bed and faces Arthur, eyeing him warmly, scooting right up to him until they’re inches away and kisses Arthur’s eyelids.
“I’m so happy, love,” Eames tucks some hair affectionately behind Arthur’s ear and he’s glowing, practically glowing and Arthur isn’t sure if it’s from the excellent sex or the idea that Eames has that they’re starting a family.
Arthur frowns a bit and stifles back a yawn. “Eames, we need to talk.”
Eames is grinning from ear to ear. He caresses Arthur’s cheek and continues to regard him warmly. “I know, pet. But that can wait. We can look into adoption or surrogates tomorrow…”
“Eames,” Arthur gently removes his warm fingers from his face, not wanting anymore distractions.
Arthur twists his wedding band around his finger nervously as he often does when he doesn’t know what to say or when he knows he’s going to hurt Eames’ feelings.
“I don’t think it’s a good time for… you know,” Arthur can’t meet his eyes as the air in the room seems to have shifted a bit: no longer charged with longing, sex and lust. Eames is unusually quiet and when Arthur chances looking to him Arthur’s stomach drops at his crushed expression.
“You said yes,” Eames mumbles dejectedly, his eyes downcast.
Arthur sighs deeply and represses the urge to draw the forger into his arms and hold him close. He can’t stand the thought of hurting him, but he needs to stay strong and prove that he can stand up for himself.
“I did, but you tricked me: withholding sex - just like with all the other important questions you’ve asked me.”
Eames’ eyes snap up to that, a slow blush blooming over his cheeks and he blinks at Arthur rapidly.
“You regret it then?”
Arthur appreciates that Eames doesn’t deny it and he feels his breath whistle slowly out of his lungs. Arthur shakes his head adamantly.
“You know I don’t I just…I don’t know if it’s the best way to ask someone.”
Eames smiles. “Not for most people but for you, yes. I think if I hadn’t asked you in those ways we’d still only be shagging every once in a blue moon in some random hotel room in between jobs.”
Arthur opens his mouth to counter that but finds his retort dies on his tongue. He can’t think of anything as Arthur finds Eames’ words have a ring of truth to them.
“Have I steered us wrong before?” Eames’ deep eyes search Arthur’s in their close proximity, his voice low and gentle.
Again Arthur opens his mouth to protest only to snap it shut a few seconds later.
Eames’ hand is gently stroking Arthur’s arm. “Arthur, I love you. I’m not going to force you into anything but just think of where I’ve gotten us already,” he smiles. “Just imagine how much happier we’ll be,” his fingers skate over Arthur’s chest dipping lower and resting on his hip.
Through Arthur’s misgivings, he’s felt Eames has a point. Although Arthur doesn’t agree with the tactics and Eames’ way of catapulting them into their now happy life, it had worked. Eames takes advantage of Arthur’s pause and confusion to draw Arthur to him, his one arm around his back, their legs tangled together on the sheets. He brushes his nose to Arthur’s. “Well? Will you at least think about it?” He kisses Arthur lightly before Arthur has a chance to respond. After all these years it amazes Arthur that Eames’ mouth can still make him go crazy. He never tires of it. Arthur finds himself leaning into Eames, opening his mouth wider and deepening the kiss. Eames groans lightly against him, drawing him in even closer, their bodies crushed together and their tongues tangling against each other’s.
Eames moves to sucking gently on Arthur’s bottom lip while his hand is busy exploring Arthur’s already half-hard cock twitching against his leg. “Yes,” Arthur breathes out because he can’t think with Eames doing this to him yet again. He’s frustrated but surprisingly happy and as Eames and he move onto round two he feels flutterings of being absolutely overjoyed at the prospect of having a child. Arthur silently curses his partner’s way of getting Arthur to realize what he wants before he even knows it yet.
They switch it up and Arthur sits back on Eames’s chest with Eames lying on his back staring up at him. Arthur reaches back between Eames’ legs and strokes him, Eames’ hard-on growing in his fingers. When Arthur is satisfied that Eames is irreparably turned on: his flushed face turned to the side on the sheets, his body writing beneath him, his lungs working fast and Arthur’s name on his lips, Arthur removes his fingers.
“I want a Porsche.”
Eames’ breathing slows and he slowly blinks his eyes open to look at Arthur.
“What?”
Arthur smiles, running his fingers up and down Eames’ chest. “I want a new car and a bigger house if we’re doing this. I also want that new AK-47 I pointed out to you…”
“Ok, ok,” Eames hisses between his teeth, a sloppy smile on his lips. He squeezes Arthur’s hand. “You can have whatever you want; I just need you.” Arthur smirks and gives Eames what he wants feeling extremely vindicated as he rides Eames’ cock until they’re both satisfied.
This is how Arthur comes to having his new Porsche that he uses to drive his daughter to school and a bigger house that houses his secure closet with nice new shiny guns. With his loving yet impossible husband at his side and Arthur’s never been happier.