Title: Something To Remember You By
Author: ElleKnowsNot
Fandom: Inception
Pairing: Arthur/OMC
Rating: M, for dirty underage sex, teacher/student kink
Summary: He first notices the effect he has on people when he is a junior in high school, normally he adopted his 'shy virgin' way of looking at the world but he needs to get laid. And fast.
Author's note: My first Inception fiction. I have been reading fics on Arthur/Eames for what feels like a billion years. But was nervous to step into uncharted territory. But the muse is being generous lately.
Author's note#2: I have a thing for Arthur. Well, firstly for Joseph Gordon-Levitt. But Arthur is just intriguing to me. So well put together yet easily frayed around the edges. I won't even get started about Eames…so many feels.
Author's note#3: Inception has a dream app for iOS if you are interested. You should listen to the Still Dream while reading this chapter, it's a doozy.
He first notices the effect he has on people when he is a junior in high school, normally he adopted his 'shy virgin' way of looking at the world but he needs to get laid. And fast. While in Physics, he watches the expression on his teacher's face when he completes an equation on the chalk board. Arthur stands back looking at his work, places the chalk back on the groove under the green board and wipes his hands. Out of the corner of his eye he can see Mr. Earles watching and studying him.
Earles isn't disgustingly old. He's in his late thirties, Arthur guesses. A thick mop of Auburn hair frames his face, metal-rimmed glasses poking through the hair falling on his face. He is of average build, but if he were to work out a little more, he could have the body of a god. Able to lift Arthur and throw him right over his shoulder.
He studies every line and sinew of Arthur's body. Arthur is surprised the other students don't notice how blatantly obvious he is about it.
"So do you like what you see?" Arthur seethes, not sure if he should be flattered or disgusted.
"Unh…what?" Mr. Earles sputters, catching spit in his throat.
"The equation. It's right. Isn't it?" Arthur replies, hands moving to the pockets of his khakis as he leans on the teacher's desk, eyeing him smugly.
Earles moves to the board, studying Arthur's work. "Very good, Arthur. At least I know someone is paying attention in this class."
"Of course," Arthur mumbles, raising off of the desk and moving to saunter back to his seat, sure that Earles watches his ass as he moves.
Arthur then starts to slack off in class, on purpose to make sure Mr. Earles will offer to tutor him. Arthur is very proficient in physics and mathematics, he is a straight-A student all the way. But Mr. Earles believes Arthur when he suggests he needs more help this term. He offers to tutor him a couple days a week.
However, Arthur just isn't getting the material so Mr. Earles offers to tutor him after school everyday. And then he offers to meet Arthur in the public library around the corner from the school on weekends. Pretty soon, they are in each other's presence daily.
On the third week of tutoring, Arthur feigns realization of a certain equation and beams at Mr. Earles who returns the smile. "If it weren't for you helping me, I don't know what I would do. I'd be lost without you," Arthur says, his hand going to the teacher's bicep innocently, then he grips his hand around the firm muscle. "Wow, do you work out? Your arms are huge."
Mr. Earles chuckles and blushes. "Well, I go to the gym a few times a week. Nothing major, just lifting and running mostly."
"Well, its working. Your body looks amazing." Arthur let's his hand slip down to rest on the teacher's hand. "Oh, you're married?" Arthur's ability to fake innocent sadness is a feat.
"Yes. For ten years now. You seem sad about that fact, Arthur. Why is that?" Earles moves to fold his arms across his chest.
"I've seen the way you look at me. You spend so much time with me. I thought maybe my stupid crush was being validated. Guess not." Arthur rakes a hand through his hair, looking away from him.
"Arthur…" Earles starts but hesitates.
"Let me guess, you're going to give me some speech about the importance of maintaining an appropriate teacher/student relationship?" He seethes, sitting down at a desk in the physics lab.
"No. I was going to ask you if you're certain you want this. Because if we make this step, there is no going back." Earles reasons with Arthur and it's all Arthur can do to not kiss him right there.
Arthur gets up from his seat and walks over to where Earles is leaning against the teacher's lab table. He takes the glasses off of Earles' face, placing them on the desk and then rakes the fingers of one hand through Earles' hair, squeezing the hair at the nape of his neck. He leans forward and kisses him, languid and wet, slipping his tongue into his mouth and denying him of air until Earles has to break away from him panting and sweaty.
"Arthur…need you. What do you want me to do to you?" Earles asks, breath fighting for a place in his lungs.
Arthur pulls his hand out of Earles' hair and moves to undo his belt buckle, he unbuttons and unzips his khakis and pulls out his half-hard cock. For a teen, he has immense girth, as if it is his secret weapon. As of yet, he has been the only one to touch his cock. Never had anyone so much as bump up against him accidentally. He strokes himself slowly and watches as Earles cups himself tight and squeezes.
"Suck me," Arthur hisses, his thumb moving over his slit painfully slow.
Earles get down to his knees quickly and moves until he is a centimeter away from Arthur's cock, his hot breath ghosting over him in gentle puffs. Arthur moves his cock into Earles' mouth, marveling at the wet heat enveloping him. His hands are in the teacher's hair, and he is fucking his mouth and surprised at how good this feels. He can feel his cock hitting the back of his throat and it's not long before Arthur's hips are sputtering and he's painting his teacher's mouth with his hot seed.
He collapses to the floor, half on top of Earles, half laying on the floor. Earles moves on top of his student and begins kissing his neck, marking him. Then licks a line from his adam's apple over his chin and licks across his lips before kissing him soft and slowly. A few moments more of kissing and Arthur's cock stirs again, with Earles' erection pressing against his hip.
"Can I fuck you, Arthur? Please let me fuck you…" Earles trails off and begins to unzip and unbutton his corduroy pants before pulling Arthur's pants down his legs and pulls them off.
"Yes," Arthur keens and lets Earles open his legs obscenely and spits in his hand, then lubes up his cock. He positions himself at the puckered opening and slides in quickly, as if Arthur was welcoming him in with loving arms.
Arthur arches his back and gasps, trying to get used to his impressive length and girth. Earles leans over Arthur, watching him fall apart and he pulls almost all of the way out and then slams back in and his balls slap against Arthur's porcelain cheeks. Arthur wraps his legs around the teacher's waist, holding against him tightly, his eyes shut painfully closed.
Earles adopts a steady, rhythmic pace, caught up in the tight heat of Arthur. He bites his neck, nipping and suckling at the fire-hot flesh, continuing to mark him. Arthur's opening tightens against him as he climaxes for the second time, and he follows right after. Whispering "beautiful" in Arthur's ear before filling him with what seems like gallons of his seed. He collapses on his student for a few moments before moving off of him to fix himself and hand Arthur his pants.
Arthur doesn't quite know how to feel, part of him is tired and his bones and limbs ache like he has just finished a 5K marathon. Part of him feels like a cockslut, in heat and wanton. Part of him finally feels like he knows what it is to be a man, finally shedding the virgin persona. And the final part of him feels disgusted and guilty for using Earles as a means to an end of virginity. He also feels guilty towards Earles' wife as well, but that fades quickly once he eyes the teacher raking his fingers through his hair, his cheeks flushed and his pupils blown.
"I'd better get going, my mom will be expecting me home pretty soon," Arthur says as he finishes getting dressed and packs his book bag. He throws it over one shoulder and then moves to take off Earles' tie and stuffs it into his bag.
At Earles' questioning gaze, Arthur smiles. "Something to remember you by."
Arthur straightens himself and exit's the classroom, but not before winking at his teacher who waves awkwardly as he watches him disappear.
Arthur uses the long walk home to emotionally stabilize himself. The left side of his brain falls hard for Earles, wanting to wake up next to him in the mornings and make dinner and raise children with him…or someone. The right side of his brain is being logical. He can't be stupid enough to think a married man would leave his wife for his student, his male student at that.
In that moment, Arthur decides pining for anyone's affection is a useless waste of time. He decides love is a pathetic emotion used to disguise the need for a physical release. He also decides he doesn't want to face Earles at all. Not after he just lost his virginity to him.
He musses up his hair and skews his uniform tie. He then scratches at his neck and pinches the skin to raise blood to the surface. He rips the button off of his jeans and then pulls at a few stray hairs in his nose to make his eyes water before walking into the house.
His mother jumps at the sight of his disheveled appearance and tear-soaked face. 'I could be an Oscar-winner,' Arthur thinks to himself as he see his mother's horrified face.
"Arthur?! What happened to you? Are you alright?" She asks, looking over her tall son's body.
"No…" Arthur starts, sobbing shaking him as he spoke, "Mr. Earles…he…he…I couldn't stop him…he was so strong…"
"Mr. Earles did this to you? I'm calling the police right now." She ran to the phone dialing 911 and while her back was to Arthur, he smiled to himself and then sat on the couch a bit too fast and squirms at the unease in his stomach as he feels slight pain at his used-up entrance.
The police arrive at their doorstep in less than a half an hour. One of the officers examine Arthur's body and administers a rape kit. They ask him a series of questions which all ramble into each other.
They tell him to go to school as usual in the morning and go to the principal's office. He watches from the glass doors as Mr. Earles is escorted out of school grounds in handcuffs by two police officers, but not before shooting Arthur a sidelong glance that, to Arthur, seems like it lasts an hour.
Bile rises up into his stomach and he dry heaves into a trashcan outside the principal's office before running outside the door of the school and watches Mr. Earles being loaded into a squad car and carted off.
A little piece of Arthur dies that day, the piece of him that yearns to love someone, the piece of him that yearns to be loved. Arthur tells himself he doesn't deserve to have love and he doesn't deserve to be anything more than an acquaintance or fuck-buddy to anyone, to spare them the pain he was sure to inflict upon them.
He graduates high school third in his class because he didn't want the recognition that came with being valedictorian or salutatorian. He attends college with a full scholarship in Physics. He has nameless sexual encounters with men and women, and a professor whose class he drops after the encounter. He graduates summa cum laude, his major in Physics and minor in Psychology, specifically dream studies is what brings him to meet Dominic and Malorie Cobb.
Dom and Mal are fascinated by Arthur's intelligence and knowledge of the inner-workings of dreams. They are also intrigued by his tidy physical appearance and quiet nature. Dom introduces Arthur to the world of dream sharing one night over coffee and pie. Dom slips in a sedative along with sugar into their coffee and while they are sleeping, Mal connects them to the PASIV.
Arthur's thoughts are the exact opposite to his normal everyday appearance. It is dark, scary and confusing. Arthur's memories of high school are shown to Cobb, while Arthur is watching his teacher being dragged off, music plays in the distance and gets louder. He jolts awake, sweaty and panting.
"The hell was that?" Arthur sputters, knocking over his cold, and ignored coffee on the rug and scrambling to pull the needle from his wrist.
"Arthur, calm down. It was a dream, you were dreaming. I saw what happened to you, I'm not judging you at all." Dom says, holding his arms out as to not startle Arthur.
"It was like it was all so real. Like it was happening all over again. I was sixteen and terrified all over again." Arthur says breathlessly, before letting himself fall back against the couch.
"You have to learn that you can control these dreams, Arthur. You can make things change in the dream, you can remove and add people…your own projections. You can escape your mind in your dreams. Live a whole new life. Live out your fantasies." Cobb says, calm and care seeping through his words.
Arthur adapts to dream sharing quickly, his authoritative nature helps him find his role as a point man for the team and joins Cobb working at Cobol Engineering. He's more subdued these days, only really coming alive in the dream world, as Cobb suspected would happen. He's not very good with meeting new people and he isn't very social except with Cobb and Mal.
When Mal dies, a piece of Arthur dies with her. She reminds him of his mother, believing his lies and caring about him even if he feels he doesn't deserve it. He gets used to being with Cobb for extended periods of time and develops a small yet close bond with him. He trusts Cobb, he is his only friend and he knows the most about him, more than anyone else knows.
It is only when Cobb introduces him to a clever and quick-witted forger named Eames that he realizes his world is about to flipped upside-down.