[ call me 00? ] and it only hurts when I breathe

[triedinception]

This had to end.

Eames had made his living ever since high school by walking the streets, canting his hips and smiling prettily at older men, boys; anyone who could pay them for his time. As he got older he got wiser, choice to walk around places where there were businessmen and women away from their partners, who would see him or have an itch to

Comments

[littlspecificty]

Arthur had experienced the difficult life of living on the streets at one point in his life and that time was more than enough to keep him working to never end up like that again. He had even very nearly drunken himself to death at one point with alcohol he had managed to steal only to have been saved in time and wake up in a hospital bed, not knowing how the hell he had gotten there.

When a hit woman named Sylvia had offered him a means to travel, get out of the dead-end life he had found himself in, as well as find a way to give his anger and outlet and make more money than he could possibly imagine... He had to take the chance. He couldn't see any other alternative if he wanted to survive, wanted better for himself while he could still obtain it

[triedinception]

He was early. He didn't know why, it wasn't as if he was eager to do this. He actually didn't want to, but if he wanted to keep working, if he didn't want to break his own heart or Arthur's any more than he already had to, he needed to do this. He had no choice.

Still, he let Arthur pull him in, his fingers twitching and wanting to curl into that touch. The kiss made something in his chest tighten, something that only got tighter at the sound of the lock.

"I have something to tell you," he said quickly, drawing his hand away. He hesitated there, trying to find the best words to tell Arthur, fingers picking at a thread on his jacket.

"I can't - you can't hire me again," he finally rushed out.

[littlspecificty]

Arthur, as far as he knew, thought Eames had been enjoying their time together. So, to not only have Eames pull away from him (when the young man had always seemed to crave his touch) but then say that...

He couldn't help looking a little hurt but, more than that, very confused, "Excuse me? Wh--what are you saying, Eames?" Why would you say that?

[triedinception]

Eames had learned very early on that he hated certain expressions on Arthur's face. He had a way of looking disappointed, or sad, or hurt and confused, that made Eames want to be better. Or, in this case, take back what he'd said and insist on forgetting about it.

But he couldn't.

He looked away, off towards the other room, pulling hard on that thread in his jacket.

"I'm asking you not to hire me again," Eames repeated, feeling his cheeks get warm. "Meaning you wouldn't see me anymore."