Side-wise, headlong, by ineptshieldmaid (NC-17)

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Fandom: INCEPTION
Title: Side-wise, headlong - NC-17
Pairing: Arthur/Eames, casual Ariadne/Eames
Length: 8,000
Author on LJ: ineptshieldmaid
Author Website: author's AO3 profile
Why this must be read: There are several really well-done fics in the fandom where either Arthur or Eames is asexual, and he and Eames navigate their relationship accordingly. And then there are fics where Arthur's very sexual, but something of a slow-burner. This fic falls somewhere in-between, and I like how smoothly it presents fluid sexuality while still being smoking hot and retaining all kinds of intimacy between Eames and an Arthur whose interest is keen, but whose libido is somewhat... lackadasical. :D

He does, in fact, want to suck Eames’ cock. Arthur knows this because he was thinking it all the way through the how-many-rooms conversation. Eames had his feet up on the desk and Arthur did, in fact, want to go over there, remove said feet from the desk, place himself between Eames knees, and suck Eames off.

Arthur’s not entirely sure why he wants to suck Eames’ cock, although part of the appeal is certainly his expectation that it would shut Eames up. Eames wouldn’t shut up easily, of course: but he would shut up eventually, because eventually, he wouldn’t be able to string two words together.

Arthur has exactly no experience in the art of fellatio, and he’s not particularly well-versed in any other forms of intercourse, but that doesn’t phase him. He picks things up well, it’s what makes him good at his job.

Some mornings, when Ariadne comes into their workspace, or the cafe in his hotel in Mombasa, and she’s pink-cheeked and glowing as people seem to be when satisfied with their sex lives, Arthur wonders about sucking Eames’ cock. He wonders if she enjoys it, or if she thinks of it as a chore, as some women do. Maybe she doesn’t suck cock at all. Maybe she sucks cock like it’s going out of style.

Arthur’s never thought this much about cocks in his life. He’s never thought this much about genitalia of any description in his life. He’s even tried wanking and thinking about Eames’ cock at the same time, and it was... odd. But not unpleasant. He tries thinking about Eames sucking his cock, and that doesn’t work at all. Unsurprising: getting head has never been on his priority list, even when he was in college and reasonably interested in the whole business.

‘So, you and Eames,’ Arthur says one morning. Ariadne cuddles her coffee and looks pained. She comes over here almost every morning, complaining that Eames isn’t fit company until at least midday, preferably mid-afternoon. Sometimes she talks about going back to school, but mostly, they talk about dreaming, and design, and the kinds of environments they’d build if they had all the time in the world and no one to rob with it.

‘Me and Eames?’

‘You and Eames,’ Arthur confirms. ‘Your... thing.’

‘Ongoing, mutually beneficial non-exclusive sexual relationship?’ Ariadne supplies, sounding like she’s selling an insurance plan.

‘You’re living together, aren’t you?’

Ariadne shrugs. ‘Only when we’re in Mombasa. Well. We’re together all the time when we’re working, we’re used to each other.’ She stirs the foam in her coffee with the tip of her finger. ‘Doesn’t make us a couple or anything. Why do you care, anyway?’

‘Just curious,’ Arthur says.

Side-wise, headlong