In Which Eames Finally Gets to Use the Emergency Key Card with a Sexy Result
Title: In Which Eames Finally Gets to Use the Emergency Key Card with a Sexy Result
Author: zoetrope13
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Fandom: Inception
Warnings: Unbeta'ed pwp
Words: 834
Disclaimer: I do not own Inception, nor do I claim to.
Summary: Eames walks in on Arthur fucking himself on his fingers, moaning out Eames's name. Written for this prompt on the Inception Kink Meme.
Eames had had a long tiring day of working with people who had an extremely limited concept of the dream world. Luckily Arthur had been there with his condescending expression and cutting remarks.
That was where Eames was currently headed, Arthur’s hotel room. He could use a stiff drink with a friend. Plus they needed to have a conversation about what they were going to do about this shit job. Well, perhaps in the morning.
Arthur had let Eames get away with an awful lot of touching that day, a hand on the shoulder when handing him papers, he even let Eames nudge him into position for practice shooting in a dream. Eames wanted to see if perhaps Arthur would let him put his hands on that body some more. He doubted Arthur would turn down a massage.
When Eames came upon Arthur’s suite he fished the extra key card out of his pocket. He and Arthur always left their extra key cards with the other in case of an emergency. Unfortunately they hadn’t the chance to use them for anything fun or sexy yet.
And no, Eames did not count having to call Arthur to unlock him from the headboard as fun and sexy. Well it actually had led to all sorts of fun and sexy fantasies when Arthur had to straddle him and stretch his long lean body up over Eames to get to the cuffs. Namely the fantasy of Arthur tying down Eames and riding him tortuously slow until Eames broke and used all the leverage he could to thrust up into that tight body. Not that Eames wanked to fantasies of Arthur at least once a day or anything.
Eames opened the door, hoping that Arthur was still up. The living room and kitchenette area was pitch black, so perhaps he was too late. Sometimes Arthur turned in early.
Eames turned to go but froze when he heard a noise from the bedroom. A sexy noise. A sexy noise that sounded like Arthur was making it.
Eames bit his lip. Now he had to chose between staying a bit and hearing what Arthur sounded like when he came or leaving to avoid getting caught by an irate Arthur and whoever was in there with him. Whoever who was unfortunately not Eames.
Eames was going to do the moral thing and leave when his brain was short-circuited by the wet sound of flesh on flesh accompanied by ragged breathing and a low moan. Soon breathy gasps, moans, little hitching sighs and those wet flesh sounds were all that Eames could hear as he moved his hand down and began stroking himself through his pants. Soon Eames was biting back a few groans of his own.
When Arthur’s delicious little vocalizations remained unaccompanied Eames began to wonder if Arthur was in there alone. He thought about going in there and offering a helping hand-or mouth or cock. Really Eames could be quite accommodating.
Then Eames heard the most amazing thing ever. His name. Arthur was moaning out his name. Fuck. He was getting off on imagining Eames fucking him open. Eames practically shivered at the spike of lust and desire that shot through him.
He pulled his hand out of his pants and strode quickly over to the bedroom.
The door was open and a bedside lamp was on. Arthur was lying on his back. His eyes were squeezed shut, his head thrown back and lips parted. His cock was hard and flushed, smearing precome on his stomach. His legs were spread wide and lube glistened on his fingers where they disappeared into his body. Arthur was practically shaking with it.
Eames moved carefully into the room. He walked right up to the edge of the bed. He had an amazing view of Arthur all spread out before him.
“Eames,” Arthur panted out, eyes still shut tight, sounding perfectly desperate and needy.
“Yes, Arthur?” Eames asked wrapping his hand loosely around Arthur’s ankle.
Arthur’s eyes snapped open. He flushed, very prettily Eames thought, but he didn’t care for the way Arthur looked embarrassed and a little scared.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
“Hush, pet,” Eames said, stroking his hand up Arthur’s calve, noting the fine tremors it caused. “I’m here to take care of you now.” He slid his hand under Arthur leg and lifted it, moving up and between Arthur’s spread legs. He pressed a kiss to Arthur’s knee.
“Eames,” Arthur breathed out, and Eames noticed that his fingers were still working away. Eames ran his lips down Arthur’s inner thighs, before running his fingers over Arthur’s where they were stretching him open.
Eames gently pulled Arthur’s fingers out, stroking his hand over Arthur’s stomach, petting him through it. “It was lovely of you to get all nice and wet for me, but I’ll take it from here, darling.”
“Please do,” said Arthur, need apparent in his voice.
Eames chuckled at the way Arthur practically tired to shove himself down onto Eames when he brushed his cock teasingly over Arthur’s hole.
Eames predicted lots of fun uses for their key cards in the future.
But not like that you bloody pervert.
Author: zoetrope13
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Fandom: Inception
Warnings: Unbeta'ed pwp
Words: 834
Disclaimer: I do not own Inception, nor do I claim to.
Summary: Eames walks in on Arthur fucking himself on his fingers, moaning out Eames's name. Written for this prompt on the Inception Kink Meme.
Eames had had a long tiring day of working with people who had an extremely limited concept of the dream world. Luckily Arthur had been there with his condescending expression and cutting remarks.
That was where Eames was currently headed, Arthur’s hotel room. He could use a stiff drink with a friend. Plus they needed to have a conversation about what they were going to do about this shit job. Well, perhaps in the morning.
Arthur had let Eames get away with an awful lot of touching that day, a hand on the shoulder when handing him papers, he even let Eames nudge him into position for practice shooting in a dream. Eames wanted to see if perhaps Arthur would let him put his hands on that body some more. He doubted Arthur would turn down a massage.
When Eames came upon Arthur’s suite he fished the extra key card out of his pocket. He and Arthur always left their extra key cards with the other in case of an emergency. Unfortunately they hadn’t the chance to use them for anything fun or sexy yet.
And no, Eames did not count having to call Arthur to unlock him from the headboard as fun and sexy. Well it actually had led to all sorts of fun and sexy fantasies when Arthur had to straddle him and stretch his long lean body up over Eames to get to the cuffs. Namely the fantasy of Arthur tying down Eames and riding him tortuously slow until Eames broke and used all the leverage he could to thrust up into that tight body. Not that Eames wanked to fantasies of Arthur at least once a day or anything.
Eames opened the door, hoping that Arthur was still up. The living room and kitchenette area was pitch black, so perhaps he was too late. Sometimes Arthur turned in early.
Eames turned to go but froze when he heard a noise from the bedroom. A sexy noise. A sexy noise that sounded like Arthur was making it.
Eames bit his lip. Now he had to chose between staying a bit and hearing what Arthur sounded like when he came or leaving to avoid getting caught by an irate Arthur and whoever was in there with him. Whoever who was unfortunately not Eames.
Eames was going to do the moral thing and leave when his brain was short-circuited by the wet sound of flesh on flesh accompanied by ragged breathing and a low moan. Soon breathy gasps, moans, little hitching sighs and those wet flesh sounds were all that Eames could hear as he moved his hand down and began stroking himself through his pants. Soon Eames was biting back a few groans of his own.
When Arthur’s delicious little vocalizations remained unaccompanied Eames began to wonder if Arthur was in there alone. He thought about going in there and offering a helping hand-or mouth or cock. Really Eames could be quite accommodating.
Then Eames heard the most amazing thing ever. His name. Arthur was moaning out his name. Fuck. He was getting off on imagining Eames fucking him open. Eames practically shivered at the spike of lust and desire that shot through him.
He pulled his hand out of his pants and strode quickly over to the bedroom.
The door was open and a bedside lamp was on. Arthur was lying on his back. His eyes were squeezed shut, his head thrown back and lips parted. His cock was hard and flushed, smearing precome on his stomach. His legs were spread wide and lube glistened on his fingers where they disappeared into his body. Arthur was practically shaking with it.
Eames moved carefully into the room. He walked right up to the edge of the bed. He had an amazing view of Arthur all spread out before him.
“Eames,” Arthur panted out, eyes still shut tight, sounding perfectly desperate and needy.
“Yes, Arthur?” Eames asked wrapping his hand loosely around Arthur’s ankle.
Arthur’s eyes snapped open. He flushed, very prettily Eames thought, but he didn’t care for the way Arthur looked embarrassed and a little scared.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
“Hush, pet,” Eames said, stroking his hand up Arthur’s calve, noting the fine tremors it caused. “I’m here to take care of you now.” He slid his hand under Arthur leg and lifted it, moving up and between Arthur’s spread legs. He pressed a kiss to Arthur’s knee.
“Eames,” Arthur breathed out, and Eames noticed that his fingers were still working away. Eames ran his lips down Arthur’s inner thighs, before running his fingers over Arthur’s where they were stretching him open.
Eames gently pulled Arthur’s fingers out, stroking his hand over Arthur’s stomach, petting him through it. “It was lovely of you to get all nice and wet for me, but I’ll take it from here, darling.”
“Please do,” said Arthur, need apparent in his voice.
Eames chuckled at the way Arthur practically tired to shove himself down onto Eames when he brushed his cock teasingly over Arthur’s hole.
Eames predicted lots of fun uses for their key cards in the future.
But not like that you bloody pervert.