crack_van | Nothing Comes as Easy as You, by Deepsix

Fandom: INCEPTION
Title: Nothing Comes as Easy as You - NC-17
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Length: 3,780
Author on LJ:

deepsix
Author Website: fic tag on author's LJ; AO3 profile
Why this must be read: I had a minor crisis over which deepsix fic to rec, because i've been reliably informed that i've not recced NEARLY enough porn this month, and all V's fics are so amazing and hot and satisfying and full of intimacy that trying to actually choose one sent me into some kind of anxiety spiral. So just pretend I recced them all. But I picked this one because it's so quintessential (which is a quality I love my crack_van recs to have)--first time A/E kisses, in the warehouse, after hours, and the frenzied fucking afterwards that can only come from love. Also, barebacking. Gnughhhh.

"What are you doing?" Arthur asks, when Eames pulls away. It's not far enough -- he can see the flecks of color in Eames' irises, can still feel Eames' breath on his mouth, and it's embarrassing how badly Arthur wants him. He doesn't even know what the fuck this is -- doesn't know what Eames is doing, kissing him, or even what he's missed that's been leading to this moment.
"Do you not want me to?" Eames asks.
"I didn't say that," says Arthur.
Eames licks into his mouth this time, tongue sliding against Arthur's lower lip, his teeth, slick against Arthur's own, and it's so fucking hot the way Eames opens for him. He slots their mouths together, and Arthur kisses him, helplessly, breathlessly, and he can't stop reaching for Eames, his palms sliding over the thick muscle of Eames' shoulders.
Eames is tense under his touch, but he doesn't stop kissing him, sucking at Arthur's lips, biting at his mouth, damp and hot and dirty, and Arthur moans, suddenly and unbearably turned on. He's hard already, cock pressing against the seam of his pants, and the taste of Eames' mouth is too much, too distracting. Eames hasn't even touched him, but Arthur melts into it, hot and shivering with the soft slick suck of Eames' lips on his own.
Arthur's breathing is ragged when they break apart. His mouth feels swollen, and he can't even imagine how it must look when --
"God, I want you," Eames says --
"We have to stop," says Arthur. And: "What?"
Because Eames looks fucking wrecked. His eyes are wide and dark and glossy, his lips parted, shiny, and Arthur can't look away. He fucking wants, and Eames just looks back at him.
"What do you want to do?" Arthur asks, careful and quiet and breathless.
"Get out of here," says Eames.
They do.

Nothing Comes as Easy as You