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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Inception_(2010)
  Relationship:
      Arthur/Eames_(Inception)
  Character:
      Arthur_(Inception), Eames_(Inception)
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe, Underage_Sex, Power_Imbalance, First_Time, Oral_Sex,
      Safer_Sex, Hedonism, Anal_Sex, Fingering, Prostate_Massage, lalala_over
      tagging
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-06-02 Words: 2185
****** Weaknesses ******
by bottledminx_(photoclerk)
Summary
     Arthur is the photography teacher, Eames gets made fun of for his
     lips, none of that is really relevant.
     Porn! Mostly unedited porn!
     Sharing is caring.
     \o/
Notes
     An exercise in Porn Yelling
     Written for Rena via gchat because she needed cheering up. (I just
     know these things, and like Grandma always said, “Porn fixes nearly
     everything.”)
     I’m sharing it because I officially feel bad writing porn and not
     sharing it with you all. ^^;
     Nearly no editing. Be kind. ^^;
 Eames is pissed.
Everyone teases him for his cocksucker mouth-
but he's never... and he figures, if he's going to catch shit for it anyway...

Arthur is the photography teacher.
He sees Eames get picked on.
He knows what it’s like to be bullied, so he tries to be all "hello not-sexy-
as-fuck kid. I am here for you in an entirely school-appropriate way."
Eames is all big eyes and, could I maybe, if it's okay, I mean, you can say no,
but it would make me feel better if I could come over and maybe talk about it
some time...
Arthur says yes, because of course he does. How could he, in all good conscious
not?

They get to Arthur's place and Eames makes big eyes some more and says, "You
know, they all say- well, you know what they say... And I've never- I mean-
it's not like I don't want to.
And he leans closer,
and those big eyes turn darker, more cunning,
and he leans in, puts his hand on Arthur's thigh just hesitantly enough to not
appear premeditated, calculated.
And Arthur says, “You know this is wrong.
You  know .”
Eames nods,
and looks  sure .

"Not today. You have a week. You’ll give it a week. If you still- well- you
know where I live.”
He says this to make himself feel less like he’s “taking advantage”- to give
Eames an easy out, because  fuck  if he can resist Eames, if he can tell him
no.
A week goes by, and there's Eames.
Waiting at his door.
Looking hopeful, but not at all unsure.
In the end, Eames soothes Arthur a little, saying things like “I know what I
want Arthur,” and “I didn’t even have to think about it, I just had to wait you
out.”
And Eames says,
"Just kiss me.
Kiss me and see."
Things tumble rapidly towards the bed.
Arthur gave him his chance.
Twice.
And if Eames doesn't get his mouth around arthur's cock tonight, it won't be
any fault of his own
Arthur guides him with fingers on his chin, a hand in his hair, stops him
before he comes, looks down at Eames looking up at him with his mouth all slick
and red, eyes a little blown and dark, and so, so pleased.
He flicks his tongue out once, just to tease.
"I like the taste of you."
Arthur shudders a little, bites his lip and lets out a shaky breath. “Eames,
you can finish me off, and I can return the favour, or you can let me undress
you and get the lube-”
Before he's done telling Eames his plans, Eames is on his feet and has his
shirt off, is kissing Arthur, is pleading “Please, please, yes, Arthur,  fuck
,” in between kisses, and arthur didn't think things could feel *hotter*, but
he's awash now, flooded with heat. He pushes Eames back on the bed after
getting his pants off too.
He’s demanding-
"Bend over, ass in the air,"
He’s awed, gobstruck-
"Fuck- just  look  at you.”
He’s possessive, claiming,  pleased -

“...Shameless."

Eames gets on the bed, ass in the air, legs spread, head turned to watch Arthur
- Arthur is, well, Arthur is  gone .
His eyes are staring, eating him up, almost a physical touch.
Eames is thrilled, shots of pleasure spiking through him watching Arthur's eyes
slide over his thighs, his bent and spread knees, down his calves and back
up,centering, licking his lips, his mouth left open, chest rising and falling
quickly, eyes like ovens.

Arthur finally  looks  at Eames, Eames says "Arthur" with a pleading little
lilt in his voice.
Arthur grins, wolfish,
"God. You're perfect, just like that."
He slides his palm up the outside of Eames' thigh, letting each fingertip catch
and drag and caress up over the curve of his ass, stopping to rest just above
as he reaches over to pull the nightstand drawer open and grab the lube.

At that first touch, Eames' head hangs down, eyes open, but not seeing.
He’s lost.
The peaks of his shoulder blades casting shadows from the light of the bedside
lamp.
There's the click of the bottle, and Arthur's hands aren't soothing him,
exactly. It's more like they can't stop wanting to be in contact. Petting
constant circles onto his spine and hips, stroking over his ass as he slides in
a finger, just to get everything started, make it slick. Pulls out and adds
another, leans down to kiss the dip between Eames’ shoulder blades, his hip,
his ass. Arthur’s full attention is palpable, like suffocating and flying at
the same time. It’s almost too much. Almost, but isn’t.
Eames is breathless but smiling, preening under Arthur’s gaze.
A little wiggle of his ass, teasing, "Want me, do you?"
Arthur's breath almost hisses on the inhale "Yes. I fucking do."
"Good,” Eames smiles, smug, full of the knowledge of being wanted, “Get in me
then."
Arthur curls his fingers in, holds them there for a moment.
"Grab me a condom, Eames."
Arthur's fingers move with Eames as he reaches up and fishes around, coming up
with foil packet and passes it back. Arthur takes it, rips it open with his
teeth and sets it on the sheets.
"Head down Eames."
Eames lets his weight off his arms, resting his head on the pillow.
Arthur's curled fingers  draaag  out, pressing against something he’s purposely
been missing.
Eames takes in a shocked gasp of air-

"Again."

Arthur’s grin grows, and he  does , again, fucks him properly with two fingers,
then three, dragging against Eames' prostate with each press.
"Want you to come for me first. Do you want to come for me Eames?"
Eames nods, not enough air left between his moans and heavy breaths to respond
properly. Arthur gets a hand around his cock, never stopping the drag-press-
drag of his fingers
"Ffffffuck!"
Eames comes, tightening around Arthur's fingers, and  christ  Arthur wants to
feel this heat around his cock Right Fucking Now.
Arthur pulls his fingers out, still taking care, still mindful of a body unused
to these motions
((Still thinking about spitting him on his cock, fucking him so deeply and so
well he'll feel it for days.) (Everyone has their weaknesses.))
Arthur fists his cock, still thinking about the pulsing, tense heat around his
fingers a moment before, thinking about the sound he pulled from Eames' throat.
Looking at this still shuddering, panting mess of a boy spread out in front of
him.
"Eames, I'm going to fuck you now. It'll be easier this first time if you're
relaxed already."
Eames nods, smiling a little hazily, a little stoned- and  there's  an idea for
another day (What? He’s a photography teacher. You think he never got high?)-
but he  nods , and lifts his ass up ever so helpfully, presenting himself, all
slick and open from Arthur's fingers and Arthur needs to be in him yesterday.
He rolls on the condom, kneels behind Eames, "If you'd like, you can turn over
in a bit. It's usually easier this way at first, but I want to see your face
when I make you come again,” he hesitates minutely, “If you want."
"Arthur- fuck. Yes." Eames presses his ass back, greedy. "I'm gonna feel so
good Arthur. I bet I'm still tight."
Arthur's desire to let Eames catch his breath vanishes.
"Breathe in deep, breathe out and bear down on me okay?"
Arthur's hand on one hip, braced around the other, Eames does. Arthur pushes
in, firmly, all the way, deep and smooth Eames' controlled breath out turns
into a gust and a helpless moan. It takes everything Arthur has not to just
fuck .
"Okay?"
Eames takes a deep breath, "Christ you feel huge."
Arthur laughs, "Yeah, that'll happen. Are you ready Eames? Because I really,
really want to fuck you now."
Eames smiles a little, "Yeah, do it."
Arthur glides nearly all the way out, watching the crown of his cock catch at
the rim of Eames' tight little hole, and fucks back into him. Long, deep
thrusts, rocking Eames' entire body, fucking him smoothly.
"So good for me- christ you look amazing. So fucking tight Eames. That's it.
Rock your hips back, just like that- fuck- yes."
Eames mouth hangs open, panting, fucking himself back as well as he can,
already starting to harden now that the sensation's not so unfamiliar. He
reaches up to get a hand around himself and Arthur asks, "Ready to turn over?"
"Yes."
Arthur slides out, guides Eames onto his back, pulls him so his ass is nearly
hanging off the bed. Arthur stands between his legs, hooks Eames' legs over his
shoulders, positions himself so he's not *quite* pressing in. He grips Eames'
hips and Eames is smiling up at Arthur, trusting shining off his cheeks and
showing in the relaxed sprawl of his limbs. Arthur isn't a good enough man to
feel any pangs. No guilt, only anticipation
"Fuck me."
Arthur's thrust is deep and quick and the angle is  right  and Eames' smile is
lost, blanked away by lust and need. Arthur leans down to kiss him, thumb on
his cheek bone. The kiss is dirty, filled with promises of a filthy proper
fuck, but sweet, like showering together and maybe staying the night with
coffee and breakfast in the morning.
Arthur sits back, pulls back, and *fucks* him. Snapping hips, the smacks of
skin hitting skin. Bitten off moans and gasps from them both.
"Touch yourself."
Sweat beading them both, worlds focused down to where they're connected. To
Eames' hand on his cock, to Arthur's cock pressing and stroking against Eames'
prostate over and over, fucking him just right.
To Eames tightening, tensing, pleading, gasping, coming again all over his hand
and chest.
To Arthur's hips and cock and balls and fuck fuck fuck he's *there* and he's
gone to the rhythmic pulsing of Eames coming down through his aftershocks.
Arthur's grip on one of Eames thighs releases, hand falling down next to Eames'
head, supporting himself as he pants and breaths and begins to return to
himself.
"Jesus fuck Eames. I think you may have killed me." Arthur laughs out against
the side of Eames' face. Eames laughs, "’Jesus’ is right. Fuck."
They kiss, barely, it's mostly breathing heavily with occasional touches of
lips and tongue.
"So, we're definitely doing that again."
"Yeah, just as soon as I stop dying Eames. And get a shower. And sleep."
"So morning sex then. I can get behind that."
Arthur grins and lets his weight fall onto Eames.
"Yeah. Me too."

   THE END


{{{{{Later they shower and Arthur blows Eames and then there is sleeping and in
the morning Arthur insists that Eames must be sore, even though Eames is firmly
ignoring that fact in favour of being needy and slutty and begging for it
So Arthur suggests Eames fuck him instead
AND THEN THAT HAPPENS
AND IT IS AWKWARD BUT AMAZING
albeit somewhat short
and Eames comes in Arthur and Arthur jerks himself off while Eames watches in
post-orgasmic bliss
and then there is a nap and then separate showers (in the interest of ever
leaving the house clean again)
and breakfast
and Eames going back home to his mum but making plans to come over next weekend
AND THEN HE DOES RESEARCH ON THE INTERNET
and makes a most embarrassing drug store purchase
and shows up at Arthur's with the cheerful (if blushing furiously) news that
he's given himself an enema and shaved and would Arthur like to try rimming?
and then there is Arthur eating him out, laving his tongue over his hole and
his smooth balls and his hard, pink cock
sucking him for the joy of it, not with *goals*
but they reach them anyway
and then Eames rides Arthur, smoothly, a little lazily (he did just come)
mostly just keeping him fucking hot for Eames, but not *close*
until Eames gets it up again and then Arthur bends him in two
makes him come all over his own face that way
which Eames is shockingly okay with
there is talk about how Arthur wants to be able to eat his come out of Eames'
ass, to clean him out and taste how he's claimed his boy
and they're both clean, but Arthur makes them both get tested anyway
and yes.
also, the shower blowjob involves facefucking
BECAUSE THESE ARE ALL MY FAVOURITE THINGS
you know, if I can somehow figure out how to include Eames suddenly discovering
his deep, abiding love of bondage and getting punched and smacked and pinched
and flogged and caned
aaaaaand leather gloves and orgasm control and possibly figging and masses of
aftercare and so much dirty talk they’re both hoarse for a week and slut
shaming and crossdressing and bellykink and butt plugs and vibrators and
vouyerism and threesomes and Eames playing off the fact that he’s so much
younger and making Arthur be full of shaaaaaame over it while still fucking him
and daddy kink and stoned sex and drunk sex and club sex and and and
 ^^;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;  }}}}}}
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