Fic: my inner demons compel me to be here
Title: My inner demons compel me to be here Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Ariadne/Eames/Arthur As I wrote this, the Ariadne in my head became a slash fan, and this ended up being kind of a dirty ode to fan girls. Girls who think about boys being together. Yay, fan girls.
Written for this prompt "Eames, as usual, is lusting after Arthur. He's pining more than he publicly lets on, though, and when he reveals this to someone (in my mind it's Ariadne, because who else?), s/he talks + physically gets Eames off while crafting a hypothetical sexual act with Arthur in explicit detail. "And as you slick your hand up and down his cock -- because he's so wet, you know? absolutely dripping -- he bites his lip, holding back a groan as though it's the last remnant of his dignity." And etc."
Disclaimer: please don't be alarmed at Ariadne's run-on sentences.I was in a long-distance relationship for a while, and this was how I did it. You just keep talking when you're trying to get someone off. Oh, and all mistakes are mine, no beta. Whew! Ok, enjoy.
“Eames. Hey.” He spun the bar stool around to face her, a little too fast. The drink in his hand sloshed a little, but did not spill. He stopped himself from a full rotation by gripping the bar with his free hand, grinning widely. Her breath caught in her throat, but she managed what she thought was an appropriately pleasant smile in return.
She had been working up the courage all night. She was going to ask him.
“Ari!“ He was genuinely pleased to see her. “Have a drink, hmm?” He spun back around, a bit more sensibly this time. He smiled back at her, patting the seat next to him. At this moment, it was possible that Eames had the most pleasant and adorable looking face she’d seen in her entire life.
“Jesus christ.” Ariadne thought to herself. He was so goddamn charming. And handsome. And……when did he possibly find the time to work out? The sleeves of his plain blue dress shirt were rolled up. His tie was hanging out of the back pocket of his slacks. She tried not to look at the veins on his arms.
“I don’t feel like having a drink, thanks. I couldn’t sleep. I thought I might find you here.” She sat down, crossed her legs and angled herself towards him.
“Quite nice that you have me pegged as a lush, Ar, but I just got down here myself. I’ll have you know that this is my first and last drink of the evening. We do have a flight to catch in the morning. I find that natural sleep escapes me when I desire it most.” He took a long, slow sip. “Funny, that.“ He said softly, gazing straight ahead at nothing in particular.
It was time. She’d been rehearsing this in her head for days. “Eames, I wanted to ask you….I am really not trying to be nosy, so stop me if I am, seriously, but I have been noticing some things lately and uhh…..are you… okay? You seem different , sad or something.”
He exhaled forcefully and set his glass down. He was avoiding eye contact. Well, Eames always seemed to avoid eye contact, but this was a little more exaggerated than usual. Interesting. “I’m tired. Jet-lagged. That’s it, really. Your concern is appreciated, love, but I’m fine.” His eyes flitted around like they always did, but with a darkness in them she hadn’t seen before.
He gathered himself, forced a dazzling smile out, and threw out a little faux punch to her shoulder, as he was known to do. Eames was well versed in the art of faking emotion. Forging someone in a dream and actually having the mark believe it was 99% acting, after all.
“Eames, it’s..it’s Arthur, isn‘t it?”. It was almost a whisper.
“Christ almighty, is it that bloody obvious?”
His brow wrinkled. Something dark and heavy flashed in his eyes. Anger. Or was it frustration? She instantly regretted bringing it up. He rested both of his elbows on the bar. He made a fist with his right hand, then relaxed his fingers and ran them across his hair. He was tense.
“Eames, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m just gonna go. I hope you aren‘t mad at me.”
She hadn’t expected him to just come out and admit it like that. She stood up. He fixed his gaze on the bar, on nothing in particular. He looked lost. He stirred his drink and finished the last of it in one gulp, as if he was doing a shot. He slammed it back down onto the dark wood. His silence made her feel awkward.
Incredibly fucking awkward.
“Eames, I don’t think anyone else knows anything. I’m here for you if you want to talk about it. I know we don’t know each other very well, but I’m here for you. I want you to know that.”
His eyes met hers. “Hmm.” It was barely audible. He was considering. He stood up abruptly, pulled his money clip out and slapped a bill down on the bar. Unwrapped a toothpick and placed it in his mouth. Let the wrapper fall to the floor. Eames smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder.
“I appreciate that, Ariadne. Very much. Your room or mine?”
She hadn’t expected him to say that, either.
****
Eames unlocked the door and led her into the living area of his suite. He used any excuse to take his shirt off, but she hadn’t quite gotten used to it yet. His body was pretty damn impressive. Three steps in and he was already unbuttoning his shirt. He took it off and tossed it onto an arm chair. He sank down onto the couch, rubbing his eyes.
She sat next to him.
“I haven’t told anyone else about this, you know.” “What about Arthur? Does he know?” “He knows. I quite wish he didn’t. He sort of holds it over my head, uses it as leverage. Weaponry. Every day I spend with him, I want him more. It was fun at first. Now it’s just torture. I thought we were building up to something with our bickering and flirting, we would reach our climax, as it were, but nothing. I have come to the conclusion that he won‘t let me “win“, that he thinks of it that way. Competitive fucker, our Arthur. He‘s being very……..distant. Cold. I don‘t know why.”
“Are you…..” She hesitated. Her brow wrinkled a little bit, questioning. She tilted her head and leaned in. “…in love with him?”
He sighed, placed his head in his hands.
“I don’t know what to call it. I hardly know him, truth be told, but I want to. I want to know him.” “He’s a very private person.”
It was true. She’d tried to strike up conversations with Arthur about non-work related things. No such luck. All he would give her were tiny slivers like “Yeah, I live in the states.” and “Nope, never been in the military.” followed by an artfully executed subject change.
“The thing is..I…feel so strongly about him that it……it scares me. There you have it. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I’m afraid it’s an obsession. Its like he was fucking custom made for me in a laboratory. God, I want him. Everything about him is perfect. Physically, it‘s very hard for me to deal with. I’m used to getting any man I want. I feel like I might be the first person in history to die of unresolved sexual tension.”
He formed a weak smile. His eyes met hers for a sliver of a second, then broke again. He couldn’t look at her while he talked about Arthur. It was too much. He had never told anyone.
“Have you ever fucked him in a dream? His projection, I mean.”
“Ariadne, you said fuck.”
Mock surprise. He’d never heard her swear, not that he could recall.
“Yeah, I say fuck. I say it all the time. I didn’t just escape from a convent, you know. Really, Eames, you know nothing about me. You haven’t really bothered.”
He grimaced, then wiped it from his face with a beatific smile.
“I regret that.”
Clearly he’d misjudged her. He had not been overly inclined to listen to her before, but now he felt he had to give in to the distinct possibility that his lust for Arthur really had fogged his vision. After all, she knew, didn’t she? He found himself immensely more interested in what she had to say on the subject.
“This is you making up for it. Answer my question. Have you ever fucked his projection?”
“Hah. Pushy girl. This really interests you?”
“More than you know, Eames.”
He smirked. She was relieved. He seemed amused by her curiosity. And he wanted to talk. He couldn’t believe how easily it was all pouring out of him. He’d kept it bottled up long enough.
“Naughty. And to think that I truly believed you were an innocent schoolgirl. Ahh, well, the answer is no. If only. Arthur showing up unequivocally means that my dream is over. He kills me. Every time. If I could fuck his projection, I would. God, maybe then I would get over him. Punch him in the face after I’ve had him and get it all out of my system.”
Something else had crossed her mind, the first time she'd noticed that Eames looking at Arthur like that. “Have you ever forged him? When you’re alone, and you know, practicing?”
“I have.” He nodded enthusiastically. “Of course I bloody have.” It bordered on a shout. “Many times.”
”Does that….help any?” He leaned back, sunk lower on the couch. His eyes quickly flicked to hers and away just as fast.
“No. Definitely not. In many ways it just makes things worse. It’s dangerous territory, really. Makes me want to study him. I spot a new freckle and I can’t wait to go and forge it. Not healthy to spend as much time as I have forging him.”
“A few weeks ago when you had the PASIV in your room for practice. That’s the week I noticed. You were eye-fucking him more than usual so you could forge him later, right?”
“God, yes. Eye-fucking. That really is the word for it. You really do see right through me. I shall have to watch myself around you from now on.” He sighed.
“Tell me about forging him.” “What are you, my bloody fucking therapist?” He laughed. “Fuck, maybe we should have you do the interrogations from now on. You’re extracting very personal information from me and we aren’t even dreaming. Who’s payroll are you on?”
She laughed with him, feeling slightly embarrassed. “God, I’m sorry. I guess I should mention that both of my parents are psychiatrists. Dinner time growing up was all about sharing feelings and being open and honest with each other. Now I’m an adult and I can’t mind my own fucking business. Curiosity tends to be my downfall. Thats why I went with Cobb the day I met him. It‘s actually not a very smart idea to follow a strange man you just met into a big empty warehouse……but I was too curious.”
He reached over and squeezed her arm. The familiarity of the gesture made her feel warm. “I’m glad you did.” He closed his eyes, lay his head back.
“Okay, Doctor A. I shall tell you everything. My apologies in advance. It is quite pathetic and you will surely be bored to tears.” He opened one eye into a slit to gauge her reaction. She shook her head.
“Eames, nothing about you is pathetic.”
“You are too kind.”
“This is what friends do for each other. They listen. We can talk about whatever you want.”
“Friends. Right, then.” He lay back and let his eyelids fall. “Okay, well……I saw him. In the locker room of the hotel gym in Prague. And, well, since then I‘ve felt…mad. I just…I think about it constantly.” She scooted a little bit closer. “What happened?” “I finished my workout, went to the shower and turned the water on. I was exhausted. I let the water run down my face for a few minutes, and then….Arthur walked in.”
“Oh.” was all she could muster. Holy shit. She had pictured the two of them together many times before. But this……this was fucking hot.
“Wow, okay. Go on.”
“He did not acknowledge my presence. Of course he made a concerted effort to act like he hadn’t seen me at all, like I didn’t exist and we weren’t both naked and alone in a shower in Prague.“
Arthur and Eames alone in a locker room shower. Holy. Fucking. Shit. To say his story had her riveted would be a massive understatement. “He was facing the wall to my left. And I looked. I bloody looked. God, his arse, Ariadne.” “It’s perfect.” She said. “Yeah. It’s….” Another sigh. Heavier than the last.
“Then what happened?” “He finished his shower rather quickly and left.” “So you watched him…walking out?” “Yes. God…it was….I just..”
“Ooh, so you saw his cock?”
“Yeah……his cock. It’s thick. Long.”
“No shit, I could have told you that. I’m pretty sure he goes commando most of the time. It’s fucking distracting!”
“Distracting, yes, but I don’t think you ever get hard and have to race back to your room in the middle of the day so you can jerk off to thoughts of it, hmm? Or maybe you do?”
“Okay, you’ve got me there.” He laughed. It was fun to talk about Arthur like this. “So, did he look at you at all, as he was walking out?”
“Yes. He said “Eames.“ and nodded his head quite politely but he had traces of that scowl on his face. The one that forms arrows in his forehead. The face he makes when he‘s shooting projections, or driving fast, or when things aren‘t going as he planned, or ……..god, I want him.”
He sighed again, stuttered and slow.
“So, you were hard then. Alone in the shower.”
“Of course I was.” He ventured a smile, eyes still closed.
“What if he‘s been thinking about you as much as you‘ve been thinking about him?” “Doubtful. He’s barely spoken two words to me since this job started. Professional courtesy, I suppose. Nothing like last time. He practically read me a bedtime story when he was hooking me up to the PASIV on the Fischer job, then we were in Prague, then nothing.”
“What if he’s mad at himself? For wanting you. For wishing he had gotten down on his knees right there in the shower. Wishing he’d sucked your cock.” She touched his arm lightly.
“Oh..I….” He shifted uncomfortably, adjusted the crotch of his pants. His dick was rock hard, visible through the thin fabric of his trousers. Suddenly he felt awkward.
“Ariadne, you should go. I’m very sorry but talking about Arthur is something that makes me react physically and I very much appreciate you being a shoulder to cry on and all but…” She cut him off, mid-stream.
“You’re hard.”
“You should go.”
He didn’t stand up. He couldn’t.
“No. Let me help you.” She placed her hand on him, lightly. “I don’t think this is a good....” “Just listen. Relax.”
“Ariadne, I. This……You’re lovely, really, but I‘m not..”
“Straight? I know. I want to do this for you.” She traced her fingers lightly over his hardness. He tensed, looking at her sharply, questioning but saying nothing. He stared into her eyes, searching. She did not move her hand. “Trust me.”
He nodded and closed his eyes. She traced the thick line of his cock down his left pant leg. He wasn’t wearing underwear. She got down on the floor, pushing his legs farther apart so she could kneel there. She spoke softly, brushing her fingertips up and down his length.
“What I haven’t told you yet is that I know Arthur wants you. Without a doubt. Badly. He stares at your mouth while you dream in the warehouse. Once, I saw him reach over and run his finger down your chest, all the way down to your belt. I know he was thinking about doing filthy things to you. He thinks no one is paying attention, of course, but I am. I always am.”
“God, I didn’t think…..Why doesn‘t he do something then?” “Why don’t you do something? Jesus Christ, if that’s what you’re both thinking then it‘s no wonder….” “Fuck, okay, point taken. Please, keep talking. Please.”
“Okay. He wants to fuck you. When he saw you in that shower he couldn’t help but think about walking over to you, grabbing you by the shoulders and slamming you up against the wall. Kissing you with water dripping down your faces. Biting your lips with your cock in his hand. He was mad at himself for wanting to do it. He was mad at himself for not doing it.”
“Fuck.” She was rubbing his cock through the fabric of his slacks with just a little more pressure now. He groaned softly, almost a whine as she took her hand away to unbuckle his belt. He lifted up and pulled his pants down just far enough to free his dick. God, it was big. She pictured it in Arthur’s mouth and felt inspired. Dirty talk requires inspiration. She licked her hand and started stroking his cock slowly.
“So he’s kissing you, biting at you, and you’re biting him back and sucking on his tongue and scratching down his back and it’s almost violent, almost like a fight because there’s so much built up tension. You’re strong, you’re definitely bigger than him, but he’s the one who’s got you pressed up against the wall right now, owning you.”
“Unhh. God, yes.” “He’s got one hand on your shoulder, holding you against the wall. His other hand is wrapped around your cock, squeezing it hard and then stroking it softly, and he’s biting your neck and he’s been wanting to touch you for so long and now he’s finally getting to do it so he licks and sucks his way down your neck, onto your chest and he rubs his face there and bites all the way down your stomach like an animal and it’s driving you mad so you get a little leverage and grab his wrists and turn him around and slam him up against the wall.”
“Nnnhh. Jesus. Christ.”
“The shower is still on and you aren’t directly in it but it’s misting all over you both. You grab Arthur’s cock and you pin one of his arms against the wall. His cock is so big and so hard and the lines of the muscles in his arm are the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen and you bite down on it. He moans and one side of his mouth curls up a little bit and it’s so distracting you can‘t do anything but kiss him hard for a few more minutes. He grabs for your cock and you slap his hand away and get down on your knees.”
“Mmmm……God. Arthur. I want to taste him so badly. I would suck his cock like I was starving for it.”
His voice was low and deep. He was lost in pleasure, his whole body dizzy and tingling. She looked up at him, muscled and breathing hard, gorgeous mouth slightly parted, gripping the armrest with white knuckles. The fingers of his other hand were digging into his thigh.
“Mmm, yes, I know you would, Eames. You are starving for it. So you are on your knees now, and you open your mouth slightly and brush the underside of his cock with your lips, teasing him all the way down to his balls , and you work your way back up to the head of his dick and lick around the head. And he’s just staring down at you with his arms at his sides. His cock is so wet with pre-cum its leaking out, almost dripping with it and you want to taste him, it’s all you’ve ever wanted but you don’t. You just stare back up at him, and you want him to feel as desperate as you do so you take your mouth a few inches away, teasing him, and slick your hand up and down his cock. Slowly.
It was like Eames had forgotten she was there. His dick throbbed in her hand and it felt even harder now, if that was possible. His moans were gravelly, breathy, his eyes screwed shut in concentration.
“And he’s wanted to fuck your mouth for so long that he can’t bear not fucking it a second longer and bites his lip and he groans and you see it then, his desperation. And you know that the last shred of dignity has left him so you slowly take him in. Slowly because you are tasting him for the first time and you want to savor it.”
“But he has no patience for that so he grabs you by your hair with one hand and the back of your neck with the other and thrusts his cock into your mouth. Hard.” Eames was thrusting a little into her hand now.
“God, Arthur. Fuck.”
“And it makes you gag when he slams it in, and he likes it. His mouth turns up at the corner into a little smirk, and you stare into his eyes as he fucks your throat. And the noises he’s making, the groans, they’re driving you insane. His voice is so deep and it’s low and it’s the most delicious thing you’ve ever heard.”
“Nnhh.” She quickened her pace, jerking him off hard and fast, her eyes fixed on his face. She could tell he was close. And she was wet. Soaking wet. But this wasn’t about her.
“And he pulls his cock out and cums, jerks it off all over your mouth, and you open wide and taste him and he’s got that scowl on his face and he’s coming so hard he grabs the back of your neck and grips it and bruises you with his fingertips.”
“God, Arthur. Arthur. I’ve wanted this for so long …nnnnhhhh. Fuckkkkk.”
Now Eames was dripping pre-cum, it made his cock slippery and she jerked his dick faster, harder.
“And he drops to his knees and straddles you, kissing you hard, tasting himself in your mouth. And he pushes you down on the floor and waters running all over it and he moves down your body slowly, his hair is still wet and it falls in his face and he slicks it back, he looks innocent and boyish and he’s smiling and he has his own cum all over his face.”
Eames moaned, deep and breathy.
“Oh god. Arthurrrrrr. Fuckkkkkk. Fuck.”
“He starts sucking your cock, and you see his lips wrapped around it and his tongue swirls around the head and he takes it all down his throat and he moans on it. He moans hard with your cock in his mouth and you can‘t take it.”
Eames was ragged, thrusting into her hand desperately. She moved up and took his cock in her mouth, still jerking it with one hand. He came hard.
“Arthurrrrrohgodfuckarthurrrrrrrrrrrnnnnhhh.”
His come filled her mouth, and she swallowed all of it. His body spasmed and twitched, and it took him a few seconds to catch his breath. He regarded her with awe, in disbelief over what had just happened. What she’d done for him. She was pleased.
“Ariadne, thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Eames.” “You made it seem so..so real. I got lost in it.”
“It was pretty good for me, too. Goodnight, Eames. If you need me, I‘ll be in my bunk.”
Written for this prompt "Eames, as usual, is lusting after Arthur. He's pining more than he publicly lets on, though, and when he reveals this to someone (in my mind it's Ariadne, because who else?), s/he talks + physically gets Eames off while crafting a hypothetical sexual act with Arthur in explicit detail. "And as you slick your hand up and down his cock -- because he's so wet, you know? absolutely dripping -- he bites his lip, holding back a groan as though it's the last remnant of his dignity." And etc."
Disclaimer: please don't be alarmed at Ariadne's run-on sentences.I was in a long-distance relationship for a while, and this was how I did it. You just keep talking when you're trying to get someone off. Oh, and all mistakes are mine, no beta. Whew! Ok, enjoy.
“Eames. Hey.” He spun the bar stool around to face her, a little too fast. The drink in his hand sloshed a little, but did not spill. He stopped himself from a full rotation by gripping the bar with his free hand, grinning widely. Her breath caught in her throat, but she managed what she thought was an appropriately pleasant smile in return.
She had been working up the courage all night. She was going to ask him.
“Ari!“ He was genuinely pleased to see her. “Have a drink, hmm?” He spun back around, a bit more sensibly this time. He smiled back at her, patting the seat next to him. At this moment, it was possible that Eames had the most pleasant and adorable looking face she’d seen in her entire life.
“Jesus christ.” Ariadne thought to herself. He was so goddamn charming. And handsome. And……when did he possibly find the time to work out? The sleeves of his plain blue dress shirt were rolled up. His tie was hanging out of the back pocket of his slacks. She tried not to look at the veins on his arms.
“I don’t feel like having a drink, thanks. I couldn’t sleep. I thought I might find you here.” She sat down, crossed her legs and angled herself towards him.
“Quite nice that you have me pegged as a lush, Ar, but I just got down here myself. I’ll have you know that this is my first and last drink of the evening. We do have a flight to catch in the morning. I find that natural sleep escapes me when I desire it most.” He took a long, slow sip. “Funny, that.“ He said softly, gazing straight ahead at nothing in particular.
It was time. She’d been rehearsing this in her head for days. “Eames, I wanted to ask you….I am really not trying to be nosy, so stop me if I am, seriously, but I have been noticing some things lately and uhh…..are you… okay? You seem different , sad or something.”
He exhaled forcefully and set his glass down. He was avoiding eye contact. Well, Eames always seemed to avoid eye contact, but this was a little more exaggerated than usual. Interesting. “I’m tired. Jet-lagged. That’s it, really. Your concern is appreciated, love, but I’m fine.” His eyes flitted around like they always did, but with a darkness in them she hadn’t seen before.
He gathered himself, forced a dazzling smile out, and threw out a little faux punch to her shoulder, as he was known to do. Eames was well versed in the art of faking emotion. Forging someone in a dream and actually having the mark believe it was 99% acting, after all.
“Eames, it’s..it’s Arthur, isn‘t it?”. It was almost a whisper.
“Christ almighty, is it that bloody obvious?”
His brow wrinkled. Something dark and heavy flashed in his eyes. Anger. Or was it frustration? She instantly regretted bringing it up. He rested both of his elbows on the bar. He made a fist with his right hand, then relaxed his fingers and ran them across his hair. He was tense.
“Eames, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m just gonna go. I hope you aren‘t mad at me.”
She hadn’t expected him to just come out and admit it like that. She stood up. He fixed his gaze on the bar, on nothing in particular. He looked lost. He stirred his drink and finished the last of it in one gulp, as if he was doing a shot. He slammed it back down onto the dark wood. His silence made her feel awkward.
Incredibly fucking awkward.
“Eames, I don’t think anyone else knows anything. I’m here for you if you want to talk about it. I know we don’t know each other very well, but I’m here for you. I want you to know that.”
His eyes met hers. “Hmm.” It was barely audible. He was considering. He stood up abruptly, pulled his money clip out and slapped a bill down on the bar. Unwrapped a toothpick and placed it in his mouth. Let the wrapper fall to the floor. Eames smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder.
“I appreciate that, Ariadne. Very much. Your room or mine?”
She hadn’t expected him to say that, either.
****
Eames unlocked the door and led her into the living area of his suite. He used any excuse to take his shirt off, but she hadn’t quite gotten used to it yet. His body was pretty damn impressive. Three steps in and he was already unbuttoning his shirt. He took it off and tossed it onto an arm chair. He sank down onto the couch, rubbing his eyes.
She sat next to him.
“I haven’t told anyone else about this, you know.” “What about Arthur? Does he know?” “He knows. I quite wish he didn’t. He sort of holds it over my head, uses it as leverage. Weaponry. Every day I spend with him, I want him more. It was fun at first. Now it’s just torture. I thought we were building up to something with our bickering and flirting, we would reach our climax, as it were, but nothing. I have come to the conclusion that he won‘t let me “win“, that he thinks of it that way. Competitive fucker, our Arthur. He‘s being very……..distant. Cold. I don‘t know why.”
“Are you…..” She hesitated. Her brow wrinkled a little bit, questioning. She tilted her head and leaned in. “…in love with him?”
He sighed, placed his head in his hands.
“I don’t know what to call it. I hardly know him, truth be told, but I want to. I want to know him.” “He’s a very private person.”
It was true. She’d tried to strike up conversations with Arthur about non-work related things. No such luck. All he would give her were tiny slivers like “Yeah, I live in the states.” and “Nope, never been in the military.” followed by an artfully executed subject change.
“The thing is..I…feel so strongly about him that it……it scares me. There you have it. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I’m afraid it’s an obsession. Its like he was fucking custom made for me in a laboratory. God, I want him. Everything about him is perfect. Physically, it‘s very hard for me to deal with. I’m used to getting any man I want. I feel like I might be the first person in history to die of unresolved sexual tension.”
He formed a weak smile. His eyes met hers for a sliver of a second, then broke again. He couldn’t look at her while he talked about Arthur. It was too much. He had never told anyone.
“Have you ever fucked him in a dream? His projection, I mean.”
“Ariadne, you said fuck.”
Mock surprise. He’d never heard her swear, not that he could recall.
“Yeah, I say fuck. I say it all the time. I didn’t just escape from a convent, you know. Really, Eames, you know nothing about me. You haven’t really bothered.”
He grimaced, then wiped it from his face with a beatific smile.
“I regret that.”
Clearly he’d misjudged her. He had not been overly inclined to listen to her before, but now he felt he had to give in to the distinct possibility that his lust for Arthur really had fogged his vision. After all, she knew, didn’t she? He found himself immensely more interested in what she had to say on the subject.
“This is you making up for it. Answer my question. Have you ever fucked his projection?”
“Hah. Pushy girl. This really interests you?”
“More than you know, Eames.”
He smirked. She was relieved. He seemed amused by her curiosity. And he wanted to talk. He couldn’t believe how easily it was all pouring out of him. He’d kept it bottled up long enough.
“Naughty. And to think that I truly believed you were an innocent schoolgirl. Ahh, well, the answer is no. If only. Arthur showing up unequivocally means that my dream is over. He kills me. Every time. If I could fuck his projection, I would. God, maybe then I would get over him. Punch him in the face after I’ve had him and get it all out of my system.”
Something else had crossed her mind, the first time she'd noticed that Eames looking at Arthur like that. “Have you ever forged him? When you’re alone, and you know, practicing?”
“I have.” He nodded enthusiastically. “Of course I bloody have.” It bordered on a shout. “Many times.”
”Does that….help any?” He leaned back, sunk lower on the couch. His eyes quickly flicked to hers and away just as fast.
“No. Definitely not. In many ways it just makes things worse. It’s dangerous territory, really. Makes me want to study him. I spot a new freckle and I can’t wait to go and forge it. Not healthy to spend as much time as I have forging him.”
“A few weeks ago when you had the PASIV in your room for practice. That’s the week I noticed. You were eye-fucking him more than usual so you could forge him later, right?”
“God, yes. Eye-fucking. That really is the word for it. You really do see right through me. I shall have to watch myself around you from now on.” He sighed.
“Tell me about forging him.” “What are you, my bloody fucking therapist?” He laughed. “Fuck, maybe we should have you do the interrogations from now on. You’re extracting very personal information from me and we aren’t even dreaming. Who’s payroll are you on?”
She laughed with him, feeling slightly embarrassed. “God, I’m sorry. I guess I should mention that both of my parents are psychiatrists. Dinner time growing up was all about sharing feelings and being open and honest with each other. Now I’m an adult and I can’t mind my own fucking business. Curiosity tends to be my downfall. Thats why I went with Cobb the day I met him. It‘s actually not a very smart idea to follow a strange man you just met into a big empty warehouse……but I was too curious.”
He reached over and squeezed her arm. The familiarity of the gesture made her feel warm. “I’m glad you did.” He closed his eyes, lay his head back.
“Okay, Doctor A. I shall tell you everything. My apologies in advance. It is quite pathetic and you will surely be bored to tears.” He opened one eye into a slit to gauge her reaction. She shook her head.
“Eames, nothing about you is pathetic.”
“You are too kind.”
“This is what friends do for each other. They listen. We can talk about whatever you want.”
“Friends. Right, then.” He lay back and let his eyelids fall. “Okay, well……I saw him. In the locker room of the hotel gym in Prague. And, well, since then I‘ve felt…mad. I just…I think about it constantly.” She scooted a little bit closer. “What happened?” “I finished my workout, went to the shower and turned the water on. I was exhausted. I let the water run down my face for a few minutes, and then….Arthur walked in.”
“Oh.” was all she could muster. Holy shit. She had pictured the two of them together many times before. But this……this was fucking hot.
“Wow, okay. Go on.”
“He did not acknowledge my presence. Of course he made a concerted effort to act like he hadn’t seen me at all, like I didn’t exist and we weren’t both naked and alone in a shower in Prague.“
Arthur and Eames alone in a locker room shower. Holy. Fucking. Shit. To say his story had her riveted would be a massive understatement. “He was facing the wall to my left. And I looked. I bloody looked. God, his arse, Ariadne.” “It’s perfect.” She said. “Yeah. It’s….” Another sigh. Heavier than the last.
“Then what happened?” “He finished his shower rather quickly and left.” “So you watched him…walking out?” “Yes. God…it was….I just..”
“Ooh, so you saw his cock?”
“Yeah……his cock. It’s thick. Long.”
“No shit, I could have told you that. I’m pretty sure he goes commando most of the time. It’s fucking distracting!”
“Distracting, yes, but I don’t think you ever get hard and have to race back to your room in the middle of the day so you can jerk off to thoughts of it, hmm? Or maybe you do?”
“Okay, you’ve got me there.” He laughed. It was fun to talk about Arthur like this. “So, did he look at you at all, as he was walking out?”
“Yes. He said “Eames.“ and nodded his head quite politely but he had traces of that scowl on his face. The one that forms arrows in his forehead. The face he makes when he‘s shooting projections, or driving fast, or when things aren‘t going as he planned, or ……..god, I want him.”
He sighed again, stuttered and slow.
“So, you were hard then. Alone in the shower.”
“Of course I was.” He ventured a smile, eyes still closed.
“What if he‘s been thinking about you as much as you‘ve been thinking about him?” “Doubtful. He’s barely spoken two words to me since this job started. Professional courtesy, I suppose. Nothing like last time. He practically read me a bedtime story when he was hooking me up to the PASIV on the Fischer job, then we were in Prague, then nothing.”
“What if he’s mad at himself? For wanting you. For wishing he had gotten down on his knees right there in the shower. Wishing he’d sucked your cock.” She touched his arm lightly.
“Oh..I….” He shifted uncomfortably, adjusted the crotch of his pants. His dick was rock hard, visible through the thin fabric of his trousers. Suddenly he felt awkward.
“Ariadne, you should go. I’m very sorry but talking about Arthur is something that makes me react physically and I very much appreciate you being a shoulder to cry on and all but…” She cut him off, mid-stream.
“You’re hard.”
“You should go.”
He didn’t stand up. He couldn’t.
“No. Let me help you.” She placed her hand on him, lightly. “I don’t think this is a good....” “Just listen. Relax.”
“Ariadne, I. This……You’re lovely, really, but I‘m not..”
“Straight? I know. I want to do this for you.” She traced her fingers lightly over his hardness. He tensed, looking at her sharply, questioning but saying nothing. He stared into her eyes, searching. She did not move her hand. “Trust me.”
He nodded and closed his eyes. She traced the thick line of his cock down his left pant leg. He wasn’t wearing underwear. She got down on the floor, pushing his legs farther apart so she could kneel there. She spoke softly, brushing her fingertips up and down his length.
“What I haven’t told you yet is that I know Arthur wants you. Without a doubt. Badly. He stares at your mouth while you dream in the warehouse. Once, I saw him reach over and run his finger down your chest, all the way down to your belt. I know he was thinking about doing filthy things to you. He thinks no one is paying attention, of course, but I am. I always am.”
“God, I didn’t think…..Why doesn‘t he do something then?” “Why don’t you do something? Jesus Christ, if that’s what you’re both thinking then it‘s no wonder….” “Fuck, okay, point taken. Please, keep talking. Please.”
“Okay. He wants to fuck you. When he saw you in that shower he couldn’t help but think about walking over to you, grabbing you by the shoulders and slamming you up against the wall. Kissing you with water dripping down your faces. Biting your lips with your cock in his hand. He was mad at himself for wanting to do it. He was mad at himself for not doing it.”
“Fuck.” She was rubbing his cock through the fabric of his slacks with just a little more pressure now. He groaned softly, almost a whine as she took her hand away to unbuckle his belt. He lifted up and pulled his pants down just far enough to free his dick. God, it was big. She pictured it in Arthur’s mouth and felt inspired. Dirty talk requires inspiration. She licked her hand and started stroking his cock slowly.
“So he’s kissing you, biting at you, and you’re biting him back and sucking on his tongue and scratching down his back and it’s almost violent, almost like a fight because there’s so much built up tension. You’re strong, you’re definitely bigger than him, but he’s the one who’s got you pressed up against the wall right now, owning you.”
“Unhh. God, yes.” “He’s got one hand on your shoulder, holding you against the wall. His other hand is wrapped around your cock, squeezing it hard and then stroking it softly, and he’s biting your neck and he’s been wanting to touch you for so long and now he’s finally getting to do it so he licks and sucks his way down your neck, onto your chest and he rubs his face there and bites all the way down your stomach like an animal and it’s driving you mad so you get a little leverage and grab his wrists and turn him around and slam him up against the wall.”
“Nnnhh. Jesus. Christ.”
“The shower is still on and you aren’t directly in it but it’s misting all over you both. You grab Arthur’s cock and you pin one of his arms against the wall. His cock is so big and so hard and the lines of the muscles in his arm are the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen and you bite down on it. He moans and one side of his mouth curls up a little bit and it’s so distracting you can‘t do anything but kiss him hard for a few more minutes. He grabs for your cock and you slap his hand away and get down on your knees.”
“Mmmm……God. Arthur. I want to taste him so badly. I would suck his cock like I was starving for it.”
His voice was low and deep. He was lost in pleasure, his whole body dizzy and tingling. She looked up at him, muscled and breathing hard, gorgeous mouth slightly parted, gripping the armrest with white knuckles. The fingers of his other hand were digging into his thigh.
“Mmm, yes, I know you would, Eames. You are starving for it. So you are on your knees now, and you open your mouth slightly and brush the underside of his cock with your lips, teasing him all the way down to his balls , and you work your way back up to the head of his dick and lick around the head. And he’s just staring down at you with his arms at his sides. His cock is so wet with pre-cum its leaking out, almost dripping with it and you want to taste him, it’s all you’ve ever wanted but you don’t. You just stare back up at him, and you want him to feel as desperate as you do so you take your mouth a few inches away, teasing him, and slick your hand up and down his cock. Slowly.
It was like Eames had forgotten she was there. His dick throbbed in her hand and it felt even harder now, if that was possible. His moans were gravelly, breathy, his eyes screwed shut in concentration.
“And he’s wanted to fuck your mouth for so long that he can’t bear not fucking it a second longer and bites his lip and he groans and you see it then, his desperation. And you know that the last shred of dignity has left him so you slowly take him in. Slowly because you are tasting him for the first time and you want to savor it.”
“But he has no patience for that so he grabs you by your hair with one hand and the back of your neck with the other and thrusts his cock into your mouth. Hard.” Eames was thrusting a little into her hand now.
“God, Arthur. Fuck.”
“And it makes you gag when he slams it in, and he likes it. His mouth turns up at the corner into a little smirk, and you stare into his eyes as he fucks your throat. And the noises he’s making, the groans, they’re driving you insane. His voice is so deep and it’s low and it’s the most delicious thing you’ve ever heard.”
“Nnhh.” She quickened her pace, jerking him off hard and fast, her eyes fixed on his face. She could tell he was close. And she was wet. Soaking wet. But this wasn’t about her.
“And he pulls his cock out and cums, jerks it off all over your mouth, and you open wide and taste him and he’s got that scowl on his face and he’s coming so hard he grabs the back of your neck and grips it and bruises you with his fingertips.”
“God, Arthur. Arthur. I’ve wanted this for so long …nnnnhhhh. Fuckkkkk.”
Now Eames was dripping pre-cum, it made his cock slippery and she jerked his dick faster, harder.
“And he drops to his knees and straddles you, kissing you hard, tasting himself in your mouth. And he pushes you down on the floor and waters running all over it and he moves down your body slowly, his hair is still wet and it falls in his face and he slicks it back, he looks innocent and boyish and he’s smiling and he has his own cum all over his face.”
Eames moaned, deep and breathy.
“Oh god. Arthurrrrrr. Fuckkkkkk. Fuck.”
“He starts sucking your cock, and you see his lips wrapped around it and his tongue swirls around the head and he takes it all down his throat and he moans on it. He moans hard with your cock in his mouth and you can‘t take it.”
Eames was ragged, thrusting into her hand desperately. She moved up and took his cock in her mouth, still jerking it with one hand. He came hard.
“Arthurrrrrohgodfuckarthurrrrrrrrrrrnnnnhhh.”
His come filled her mouth, and she swallowed all of it. His body spasmed and twitched, and it took him a few seconds to catch his breath. He regarded her with awe, in disbelief over what had just happened. What she’d done for him. She was pleased.
“Ariadne, thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Eames.” “You made it seem so..so real. I got lost in it.”
“It was pretty good for me, too. Goodnight, Eames. If you need me, I‘ll be in my bunk.”