Ficlet: Favorite Fantasies
Yeah, I'm just writing this fic straight into LJ. I was in the midst of writing a clichefic when distracterisey gave me this really weird and detailed PWP prompt. Whyy?
I did my best. ;___; And I'm terribly embarrassed now. This was written in 30 mins, which is way longer than a PWP ficlet should take.
Fic: Favorite Fantasies
Author: J
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: Unknown, it's a ficlet. can't be bothered checking in MS Word.
Warning: Profanity, suit!porn, fantasy sex, unbetaed
Summary: Arthur is in bed. Fantasizing. About who? Or what?
Arthur palmed himself through his pajamas pants. He had started out just thinking that it would be nice to have a wank, now that he had the privacy of his own room and there was a locked door between himself and Eames. So he started out just wanting to get off fast but his mind kept straying to how his latest bespoke Dunhill suit had felt, fitting perfectly around his body.
The pants of his suit molded so comfortingly close to his skin and the gray waistcoat buttoned up comfortably and just right around his waist. The finest of silk pinstripes shot through the waistcoat, echoed on the dark mauve tie wrapped and tied with exquisite precision under his collar.
He sighed and gripped his dick through the cotton material of his pajamas. He imagined what it would be like if he was sitting in the warehouse, wearing that lovely, sleek suit. But with a hard-on.
Just sitting in the middle of the room, all on his own, the perfect lines of his Dunhill ruined by the shameless bulge in his pants. What if he palmed himself right there, sunlight streaming across his face from the warehouse's wide open windows? What if he couldn't help himself, especially after his hand could feel the pulsing heat of his dick through the soft material of his pants, with the finest of weaving in the fabric scraping against his palm.
He squeezed his dick harder, groaning as he swiped the head of his cock through his pants. The almost-rough feel against his sensitive, overly aroused glands was glorious. He pressed his feet flat against his bed, spreading his legs wider.
What if, what if Eames walked in on him like that in the warehouse? Ohh, just the thought made him arch, as if to show off his indecent arousal. After all the flirting and verbal foreplay, surely Eames wouldn't be able to stand it any longer. Surely Eames would stride over, fast, eyes burning with lust.
Surely he would take over.
Arthur jerked himself off harder at the idea of Eames putting a hand on his erection that was straining through perfectly tailored pants. He started panting, imagining those clever hands feeling out the shape of his hard cock, moving back to grope his balls and press at them.
He was leaking so much at this point that the front of his pajamas was getting wet. He bit his lip and moved his hand faster. Because that's what Eames would do. Oh, the bastard would tease him but that was for later. Maybe later Eames would take it slow, feel him up at a glacial, blood-burning pace. But now, they were in a wide open warehouse and he had to be fast. Already, Arthur was leaking through his oh so expensive pants.
So Eames would drop to his knees and fit those plump, gorgeous lips around the wet patch on Arthur's pants. He would fit those cock-sucking lips around the head of Arthur's dick, and Arthur was just moaning non-stop now, and Eames would purse those lips of his and suck. He would mouth and suck indecently through the fine fabric, moaning as if he couldn't get enough of the faint taste of semen and the hard shape of Arthur's cock stretched under fabric and his lips...
Arthur stuck a hand down his pants, brushed the head of his cock once as he imagined Eames' lips and came in his pants.
He grunted as he tugged a few more times, milking himself out slowly, shuddering through the aftershocks.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
That felt fantastic.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Waitaminute, that wasn't him-
His eyes snapped open, his body stiffening from its languorous sprawl. Striking fast, he reached for the nearest thing on his bedside table and threw it unerringly at the intruder.
Since the intruder was only standing a few feet away from the bed, his iPhone connected with a loud thump and said intruder's head jerked backwards.
"Fuck, Arthur!" snapped out Eames, pressing a hand to his forehead in shock.
He pulled his hand away to stare at it because...it looked wet. Fucking hell, Arthur had used his hand which had spunk all over it to throw his phone at Eames. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he wanted to crawl under his bed from embarrassment. Who the fuck threw a phone at an intruder??
Then he noticed that behind Eames, their connecting door stood open. The connecting door to their individual hotel rooms which Arthur very distinctly remembered locking.
"Eames," he growled out. "Did you fucking pick the door lock?"
Eames seemed too distracted to answer. He was still staring at his semi-wet hand, apparently not noticing that his forehead must hurt what with the red patch on it from where the phone had connected. Also, he didn't notice the smear of spunk high on his head, touching his hair.
Then, Eames looked at Arthur and very deliberately sucked his fingers clean.
Arthur felt a twitch below the waist which should be impossible after the orgasm he just had. There wasn't even a fitted suit in sight. At this thought, he noticed Eames' obvious - and impressive - arousal in his badly fitted pants. He realized he was staring as the pants-covered arousal came closer.
He looked up to see Eames standing at the foot of his bed now. Uncomfortably and belatedly, Arthur realized that he was shirtless, in a pajamas pants that had a wet stain down its front.
"Darling, you make an irresistible sight," murmured Eames.
Then Eames was crawling onto the bed shamelessly, leaning one arm on the bed above Arthur while he groped Arthur through his wet pants with an agile, sure hand.
Oooh, Arthur was definitely getting another orgasm tonight.
But first, he pulled Eames close and said right against those sinful lips, "We are going to finally put this mouth of yours to good use tonight, Mr. Eames."
"The mouth is yours to command." Eames' voice was a low, dark purr.
Arthur continued in a murmur, "And then tomorrow, I'm going to put on a fucking expensive suit and enjoy this mouth again."
Then he kissed Eames breathless, who seemed to be whole-heartedly agreeing with the plan.
END
Note: I FEEL SO EMBARRASSED AND ASHAMED AND KINDA DIRTY. ;___; distracterisey's prompt was: 2 hotel rooms, a connecting door, Eames picking the door, Arthur jerking off to Dunhill, Arthur throws a phone at Eames, poor Eames has come on his face without having sex. But with porn.
Note2: SORRY ABOUT THE 30 SECONDS OF LJ-CUT FAIL! ;___;
I did my best. ;___; And I'm terribly embarrassed now. This was written in 30 mins, which is way longer than a PWP ficlet should take.
Fic: Favorite Fantasies
Author: J
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: Unknown, it's a ficlet. can't be bothered checking in MS Word.
Warning: Profanity, suit!porn, fantasy sex, unbetaed
Summary: Arthur is in bed. Fantasizing. About who? Or what?
Arthur palmed himself through his pajamas pants. He had started out just thinking that it would be nice to have a wank, now that he had the privacy of his own room and there was a locked door between himself and Eames. So he started out just wanting to get off fast but his mind kept straying to how his latest bespoke Dunhill suit had felt, fitting perfectly around his body.
The pants of his suit molded so comfortingly close to his skin and the gray waistcoat buttoned up comfortably and just right around his waist. The finest of silk pinstripes shot through the waistcoat, echoed on the dark mauve tie wrapped and tied with exquisite precision under his collar.
He sighed and gripped his dick through the cotton material of his pajamas. He imagined what it would be like if he was sitting in the warehouse, wearing that lovely, sleek suit. But with a hard-on.
Just sitting in the middle of the room, all on his own, the perfect lines of his Dunhill ruined by the shameless bulge in his pants. What if he palmed himself right there, sunlight streaming across his face from the warehouse's wide open windows? What if he couldn't help himself, especially after his hand could feel the pulsing heat of his dick through the soft material of his pants, with the finest of weaving in the fabric scraping against his palm.
He squeezed his dick harder, groaning as he swiped the head of his cock through his pants. The almost-rough feel against his sensitive, overly aroused glands was glorious. He pressed his feet flat against his bed, spreading his legs wider.
What if, what if Eames walked in on him like that in the warehouse? Ohh, just the thought made him arch, as if to show off his indecent arousal. After all the flirting and verbal foreplay, surely Eames wouldn't be able to stand it any longer. Surely Eames would stride over, fast, eyes burning with lust.
Surely he would take over.
Arthur jerked himself off harder at the idea of Eames putting a hand on his erection that was straining through perfectly tailored pants. He started panting, imagining those clever hands feeling out the shape of his hard cock, moving back to grope his balls and press at them.
He was leaking so much at this point that the front of his pajamas was getting wet. He bit his lip and moved his hand faster. Because that's what Eames would do. Oh, the bastard would tease him but that was for later. Maybe later Eames would take it slow, feel him up at a glacial, blood-burning pace. But now, they were in a wide open warehouse and he had to be fast. Already, Arthur was leaking through his oh so expensive pants.
So Eames would drop to his knees and fit those plump, gorgeous lips around the wet patch on Arthur's pants. He would fit those cock-sucking lips around the head of Arthur's dick, and Arthur was just moaning non-stop now, and Eames would purse those lips of his and suck. He would mouth and suck indecently through the fine fabric, moaning as if he couldn't get enough of the faint taste of semen and the hard shape of Arthur's cock stretched under fabric and his lips...
Arthur stuck a hand down his pants, brushed the head of his cock once as he imagined Eames' lips and came in his pants.
He grunted as he tugged a few more times, milking himself out slowly, shuddering through the aftershocks.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
That felt fantastic.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Waitaminute, that wasn't him-
His eyes snapped open, his body stiffening from its languorous sprawl. Striking fast, he reached for the nearest thing on his bedside table and threw it unerringly at the intruder.
Since the intruder was only standing a few feet away from the bed, his iPhone connected with a loud thump and said intruder's head jerked backwards.
"Fuck, Arthur!" snapped out Eames, pressing a hand to his forehead in shock.
He pulled his hand away to stare at it because...it looked wet. Fucking hell, Arthur had used his hand which had spunk all over it to throw his phone at Eames. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he wanted to crawl under his bed from embarrassment. Who the fuck threw a phone at an intruder??
Then he noticed that behind Eames, their connecting door stood open. The connecting door to their individual hotel rooms which Arthur very distinctly remembered locking.
"Eames," he growled out. "Did you fucking pick the door lock?"
Eames seemed too distracted to answer. He was still staring at his semi-wet hand, apparently not noticing that his forehead must hurt what with the red patch on it from where the phone had connected. Also, he didn't notice the smear of spunk high on his head, touching his hair.
Then, Eames looked at Arthur and very deliberately sucked his fingers clean.
Arthur felt a twitch below the waist which should be impossible after the orgasm he just had. There wasn't even a fitted suit in sight. At this thought, he noticed Eames' obvious - and impressive - arousal in his badly fitted pants. He realized he was staring as the pants-covered arousal came closer.
He looked up to see Eames standing at the foot of his bed now. Uncomfortably and belatedly, Arthur realized that he was shirtless, in a pajamas pants that had a wet stain down its front.
"Darling, you make an irresistible sight," murmured Eames.
Then Eames was crawling onto the bed shamelessly, leaning one arm on the bed above Arthur while he groped Arthur through his wet pants with an agile, sure hand.
Oooh, Arthur was definitely getting another orgasm tonight.
But first, he pulled Eames close and said right against those sinful lips, "We are going to finally put this mouth of yours to good use tonight, Mr. Eames."
"The mouth is yours to command." Eames' voice was a low, dark purr.
Arthur continued in a murmur, "And then tomorrow, I'm going to put on a fucking expensive suit and enjoy this mouth again."
Then he kissed Eames breathless, who seemed to be whole-heartedly agreeing with the plan.
END
Note: I FEEL SO EMBARRASSED AND ASHAMED AND KINDA DIRTY. ;___; distracterisey's prompt was: 2 hotel rooms, a connecting door, Eames picking the door, Arthur jerking off to Dunhill, Arthur throws a phone at Eames, poor Eames has come on his face without having sex. But with porn.
Note2: SORRY ABOUT THE 30 SECONDS OF LJ-CUT FAIL! ;___;