Fic: You Blew Me Away
This has been sitting on my shelf for reasons for the shortest while. The title is worth it.
Title: You Blew Me Away
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1118
Warnings: porn with plot, bjs all around
Summary: Eames wants to suck Arthur off. When he finally lets him, feelings get involved.
Notes: Because bjs can simply be so much more than the other sex. And pwp shall return. Just a little something, if any mistakes please let me know.
"I want to suck your dick."
Arthur stares openmouthed at Eames who just told him the most absurd idea. Arthur knows from the team that the forger likes him and maybe too much at times but never to such extent. He can say he's never thought of Eames like that despite the faint attraction Arthur feels for him as well. They're colleagues, companions at best if at all.
"What?" He speaks, finally getting the words out of his dried mouth.
Eames looks back with a gleam of something like madness in his eyes. "You heard me right. Please."
Arthur shakes the uncomfortable moment off with a smile of ridicule. "What the fuck, Eames? No."
Arthur spends the next two days awkwardly moving away from wherever Eames is heading to. He denies that they ever had a brief conversation about sucking dick - although Arthur isn't sure if they've had a long chat about it in the drunkest hours of their occasional bar visits.
He starts to observe Eames and look at him in a whole new light - a terribly wrong light at that.
Eames takes out a sandwich and Arthur sits lower on his chair. He thinks how talented Eames would be with that luscious mouth if he ever let him - 'What the fuck?' Arthur sits up and pretends to do some work for a minute.
When he looks again, Eames is licking the crumbs of the bread off his lips. Arthur clenches his hand around his pen hard enough to break it. "Fuck."
Arthur takes Eames and pulls him into the storage room.
He doesn't need to explain when he leans against the wall and Eames gets down to his knees in front of him fast. For a moment Arthur thinks he's imagining things.
Eames licks his lips as he waits for Arthur to take his cock out and shifts impatiently, adjusting the feel of his knees against the hard floor.
Arthur doesn't know how to take the sight of him like that.
He takes out his surprisingly hard length and presses it on Eames' lips. Eames licks his lips again as he takes the cock and tastes it, kissing the shaft carefully.
"Eames." Arthur groans out, resting his head back against the wall, trying to maintain the sense of focus. He can't stop watching though so he looks down. The sight is beautiful.
Eames sucks him in deep and Arthur resists the urge to gag. It feels overwhelming. He breathes out heavily, shaking, and Eames laughs around his cock.
---
It's been two days designing the dream. Two days of overtime - two days of not a single touch of the other man.
When they look at each other, Eames lets Arthur know how much he wants him. It gets harder and harder to get through the day for both of them. Arthur squirms and squirms behind his desk until Eames walks over to him and smiles.
"Hi.". He leaves to the restroom and Arthur follows.
Eames takes good time licking, kissing and nibbling on Arthur's cock. Arthur bites his lip in agony and pulls Eames' hair, trying to make him obey.
He doesn’t, but moves on to stroke Arthur’s skin under his beige collar shirt with his hand and wets the nipple he finds hardened.
'Stop', Arthur almost lets out a yelp of despair. Eames hums against his cock and licks around it.
Arthur strokes Eames’ hair and tries to reason why they still do it but he can’t think of anything else, anyone else. His breathing is incoherent, he starts to lose his sight and he stutters for Eames has licked him until his dick is aching, sore and throbbing against his stomach.
Eames finally swallows him in and when Arthur comes, he grips Eames' hair tight and feels his tongue still working on him. Eames trembles in the feel of it.
---
The team hasn't gathered yet and it makes the perfect timing for Eames to strip down Arthur's pants in the shine of early sunrise.
Eames’ lips are just right around his cock. Arthur thinks that he doesn’t even care about him sucking him, but just seeing him looking at him like that, touching him like Eames wants to give him everything he has.
Eames isn’t as active as other times but he’s engaged into pleasing Arthur and pleasing himself by doing that, and Arthur groans out at his dedication.
Eames licks the vein of Arthur's length and looks at him in the eyes as he reaches the crown. Arthur's eyes water and he comes right on the spot, heaving a stutter. "Fucking fuck."
Arthur lets his cock slip out, leaving Eames panting openmouthed and moving close to take him in his mouth again.
Arthur watches him lick his lips, Eames’ eyes still dark with want.
"Jesus Christ, Eames." Arthur whimpers as the older man laps at his sensitive skin like once isn't enough.
There's cum all over Eames' face and he doesn't seem to care. They laugh at each other and at the entire situation.
---
Sucking Arthur off has become a necessity for Eames, and Arthur adores the sight of him; Eames is greedy for his cock. He takes it deep, his eyes water at times but he only moans and groans for more around Arthur's cock and bobs his head faster as if he's the one having the high.
Eames licks the slit of his cock, joy visible on his face as he cups Arthur’s balls and swallows his cock in deep down his throat. Arthur always chokes out at the feel of it and he wonders why the forger is so good at it. But it’s not why he keeps his eyes fixed on Eames.
Arthur enjoys the view more than anything in his life, but it's not why he likes it so. He's fallen in love with the way Eames gives himself to him; Eames opens up, shows how he really is.
Arthur smiles faintly at the thought, mouth twitching as the pleasure takes over him. Just a few more days until they might separate ways. Arthur doesn’t want to, though.
---
They get through the job. When everyone else has gone home to their respective hotel rooms, Eames looks at Arthur, who has already taken a seat on one of the armchairs in the warehouse, and drops down to his knees in front of him.
"Why me, Mr. Eames?"
Eames looks up with a look in his eyes and it's everything that Arthur hasn’t expected.
He stops Eames from opening up his pants and pulls him up and closer, and leans in. Arthur kisses Eames for the first time, and Eames kisses him back.