FICLET: Clarity

[sibilantly]

Fandom: Inception
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Word count: 200
Prompt: helping hand
Summary: Eames likes to talk. Arthur prefers to act.

Eames breaks his fingers two days into the job.

 

It doesn't spell disaster, given that the bulk of his work is performed unconscious. But let it never be said that Eames is incapable of raising an unbelievable fuss over nothing.

 

"--however, the worst thing," Eames says, rounding off a ten-minute long litany of complaints, "is that wanking has been absolutely dismal."

 

Arthur snorts, tolerantly amused. He tosses his notebook aside, then reaches over and undoes Eames' fly, both his fingers and expression no-nonsense.

 

Eames blinks. "Erm?"

 

Arthur pauses, frowning. "...you weren't asking me to help you out?"
 

"If I wanted that, I would've said," Eames says, slowly.

 

"What?" Arthur scoffs. "No, you wouldn't have. You're the king of oblique come-ons. Last month, you invited me out for drinks, and the only thing I ended up drinking was your come." He sighs when Eames wrinkles his nose, and leans back. "So you don't want me to--?" He gestures at Eames' crotch.

 

"...I never said that." Eames spreads his legs. "But I won't be able to return the favour, sadly."

 

"That's fine." Arthur draws Eames' cock out, starts jacking him to full hardness. "Your jaw isn't broken, right?"

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[chasingriver]

Heh. (smirks) I thank a stumbled-upon eamesxarthurquotes tumblr post to realize that I was missing a good portion of your stories, and came here looking for them. I haven't been reading much of anything lately, but your stuff is always a joy.