And You In My Bed, The Sweet Present of The Present, by canyousayhot (PG)

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Fandom: INCEPTION
Title: And You In My Bed, The Sweet Present of The Present
Pairing: Eames/Yusuf
Length: 1,300
Author on LJ: canyousayhot
Author Website: masterlist of fics on author's journal
Why this must be read: This short fic manages to be packed full of UST. It's subtle and sexy while also serving as a great depiction of Eames and Yusuf and their friendship. Eames' pov is rich and nuanced but full of longing, and the descriptions of the highway at night, the surreal ways companionship can manifest at unexpected moments, are familiar and fresh all at once.

How many roads have they traveled down like this? Where are they? Would Yusuf be angry with him if he kept driving until the roads ceased and it was just the two of them? He swallows the orange and the urge to lean his weight into the gas pedal. Yusuf presses another slice to his lips.

“No thanks, mate,” Eames declines.

Yusuf drags the fruit across his bottom lip, tempting, “I know you want it.”

His hands tighten on the steering wheel because this feels like a dream but they’ve done this too often for Eames to forget that this is reality. Yusuf presses the slice to his lips again and Eames accepts it because Yusuf is right, he’s always right- Eames does want it.

Eames drives and Yusuf slips orange slices between his lips and they taste, to Eames, like sweet tokens of affection.

The night is theirs and Eames imagines giving it to the man sitting in his passenger seat. Turning to him and telling him he can have it all, or they can share it like the fruit they split between them. It’s a feeling, deep in his bones that wells up within him as sure as the tide. There is nothing Yusuf couldn’t do, nowhere he couldn’t leave his mark and yet, he stays here, settled and comfortable in Mombasa.

He has no desire to leave and Eames has all this desire within him.

They drive without a compass, without a destination, and Eames feels words crowd behind his lips. Sweet words that taste like oranges and heat and rich, bronze skin.

It feels right.

And You In My Bed, The Sweet Present of The Present