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

Dec 12, 2011 14:13

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 ( Read more... )

oh fuck cuteness, emotionally stunted boys, i rike hurtan eamesy, !warnings: prostitution, call boy verse

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littlspecificty December 12 2011, 23:05:57 UTC

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 ( ... )

littlspecificty December 13 2011, 07:52:55 UTC

Feeling something in his chest finally unclench, he moves forward, gently taking Eames' face in his hands, thumbs brushing against the other's temples, "I can promise you that as long as you give me a chance to make you happier than you are now..."

Because, really, that's all he wants to do for the younger boy.

phoen tqaags triedinception December 13 2011, 07:58:05 UTC

He drops his hands, resting them on Arthur's chest. He still feels nervous and tense, but Arthur in front of him asking for a chance, to make him happy and take care of him... he wants to believe it. So badly.

"Only if I can make you happy too," he says softly, tilting his head up into Arthur's hands.

X3 littlspecificty December 13 2011, 19:07:26 UTC

Arthur presses his forehead to Eames', fingers sliding into the younger man's hair, "You do make me happy already. If you didn't I wouldn't be asking you to come live with me..." To choose me and leave behind everything else you know and have.

There was a risk in doing this, of course; but Arthur was hoping - letting himself hope in a way he rarely did - that this was one of those risks worth taking. And that they could actually be happy together.

triedinception December 14 2011, 00:14:33 UTC

Eames felt the sting in his eyes again, and he blinked. "I don't understand how I do that, but I'll try." He slid his hands up to cup Arthur's face, fingers stroking over his cheeks.

There was so much risk for Eames, but he didn't want - if this worked, he knew he didn't want to lose it.

littlspecificty December 14 2011, 00:31:47 UTC

Arthur moves his arms to wrap around Eames' waist, pulling him closer in the embrace, allowing himself to nuzzle the younger man's face.

Hands rubbing Eames' back soothingly, "When do you want to move in?" Arthur would be helping, of course, but setting a date would be good for both of them he felt.

triedinception December 14 2011, 00:55:31 UTC

Eames wraps his arms around Arthur's neck, resting them on his shoulders.

"... When would be okay?" He asked softly. "My apartment is paid up for a few months but the way I get money to eat is... well, I have enough to last for a few days before I would have to work again," he confides.

littlspecificty December 14 2011, 00:58:05 UTC

A small shrug, "I'm fine with you moving in this week if you want..."

triedinception December 14 2011, 01:03:02 UTC

"I don't have much," he finds himself saying. "Some books and clothes, my bed and the stuff for my bathroom, a telly and a couch. I don't know if I should even bring all of it," he blurted out.

littlspecificty December 14 2011, 01:07:03 UTC

Arthur smiles, pressing another kiss to Eames' cheek, giving his waist a little squeeze, "You can leave the couch and bed, unless you want to keep them. We can find a place for everything else, though."

(And Arthur was never against having more books in his home.)

triedinception December 14 2011, 01:26:49 UTC

"No, no I... I don't want to keep them." If he didn't need them - if he got to fall asleep with Arthur every night and never have to worry about going to his old worn bed again - he didn't need them.

He presses closer to Arthur, tentatively asking. "I can.. .can I stay here tonight? I'll get my stuff together tomorrow. And I'll need to cancel my appointments, but I didn't make any tonight."

littlspecificty December 14 2011, 02:56:47 UTC

Arthur's smile grows wider, nodding, "Of course you can." He was so happy by Eames saying yes, relieved that he was staying, that it wasn't even all processing for him yet.

He wouldn't be with anyone else tomorrow. He'd be with Arthur. Only Arthur.

He then kisses the younger man on his lips, soft and sweet, hand cupping a cheek and just... this was really going to happen. Eames was going to be with him and Arthur was going to be able to take care of him, make him happier.

triedinception December 14 2011, 07:14:33 UTC

Eames tilts his head up for that kiss, trembling slightly. It's soft and sweet and things he's only ever allowed himself to dream about. And now they'll be his, with Arthur.

God, he won't ever have to sleep with some old or greasy fuck again for cash. Just Arthur.

( There was still, of course, his drugs... Eames didn't know how to ask or explain about that so he didn't. He still liked the opiates, the feeling they gave him. The sense of not caring, of floating. )

He presses closer nonetheless, curling his fingers in the back of Arthur's shirt.

littlspecificty December 14 2011, 07:47:55 UTC

The next day, after Eames stayed the night, with both waking up together in the morning, Arthur drove them over to his apartment with some boxes ready to be filled after the younger man had made breakfast for them.

He knew the adjustment wasn't going to be as easy as he was hoping it would be but, this was a start and Arthur knew as he followed Eames up to his soon-to-be old apartment that he was ready and willing to make this work.

triedinception December 14 2011, 08:15:03 UTC

Eames had made his phone calls from his cell the night before, even having a few verbal arguments and hanging up on some people. It was good he was moving almost immediately. Some of them knew where he lived (but not Arthur) and he didn't want angry clients - ex-clients he thought with glee - at his door ( ... )

littlspecificty December 14 2011, 08:45:55 UTC

Arthur had tried not to listen in on those conversations while he was in the other room, ordering them dinner and working on a few things while waiting for it to arrive, but what little bit he had heard (along with what sounded like a voice yelling from the other line of the connection) had made Arthur only more glad that he had asked Eames to come live with him and quit his job ( ... )

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