Description: Eames is a high-class male prostitute; Arthur buys him for two weeks. But will Arthur see Eames as just a male hooker, or something more?
Warnings: Payment for sex, M/M sex, nothing else for the first chapter. (I'll add warnings to others, if there are any.)
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: This is my first Inception fic, and I don't know if the characters are slightly OOC, or not; so if they are, bear with me, please. Also, I know that Tom Hardy's eyes are green, not green-blue, so don't bitch at me for it, please.
Arthur walked into the building, the sound of his shoes echoing throughout the room and somehow becoming magnified. He had been waiting for this night for months; finally, he got to choose what man he wanted for his company. The man Arthur had met up with told the Point Man that it was called 'male companionship,' but Arthur knew better; he was buying a male prostitute, a high-class one at that.
Stopping suddenly, Arthur slipped his hands into his pockets, listening to footsteps as they approached him. He turned, meeting gazes with a man in a business suit - the man wouldn't speak his name, and Arthur liked it that way. Instead, the Point Man just called him 'J,' for 'John,' or a slew of possible other names, and J didn't seem to mind his nickname.
"Are you ready?" J asked, his voice happy; jovial, almost, and Arthur nodded, turning his attention back to the middle of the room. As Arthur waited, he heard the businessman snap his fingers, before hearing a door creak open. Standing still, the Point Man kept his eyes straight in front of him, listening to the sound of a dozen, he guessed, pairs of shoes hitting the concrete floor.
The footsteps stopped and Arthur allowed his eyes to fall on the men standing in front of him; they were lined up neatly, and ranged from a variety of height, weight, and race. He let his eyes gaze over the men; some of them were taller than Arthur himself, but others were shorter, and one was the same height. The Point Man couldn't decide what he wanted, whether he preferred a taller man, or a shorter one.
Then his eyes fell on a man shorter than he was, with brown hair and blue-green eyes. He was dressed in a charcoal-colored suit, with a lavender shirt underneath, and no tie. The moment Arthur's eyes fell on him, the Point Man knew he was the one; knew that this man, who's name he would learn later, was going to be his.
"That one." Arthur's voice was soft as he turned toward J, lifting a hand from his pocket to point at the man he'd been staring at. The businessman in front of him smiled and called out, in a language Arthur was only slightly familiar with, before pointing at Arthur's choice.
The man look stunned as he took a step forward, then another, and another until he was standing in front of his bidder. Arthur turned and smiled at the man, before putting his hand back into his pocket.
"Let's go into my office and discuss price," J put a hand on Arthur's arm, and the Point Man nodded, motioning for his purchase to go first. The man smiled softly and nodded, walking behind J to a door, just off to their left. Arthur followed suit, watching, in his peripheral vision, the rest of the men file out of the room. In that moment, Arthur could have changed his mind, could have thought he made a mistake, or even walk out, without a man on his arm. But he didn't; he knew that this man was the right choice, and he was happy about it.
"Okay, Mr. Arthur," J started as he sank into a chair, motioning for both men to sit down, and they did so; Arthur sitting as close to his purchase as possible.
"Mr. Arthur, this is Eames; your male companion." Arthur turned his head, flashing Eames a brilliant smile as he held a hand out. Eames took it gently in his own, despite the size of his hands, and shook it. J kept talking, but Arthur could barely hear him, nor pay attention; his eyes were surveying Eames slowly.
"Now, the price of Mr. Eames.." J cleared his throat, noticing that Arthur's attention was else where and the Point Man's head snapped back, eyes on the businessman.
"Price is no issue, J." Arthur gave Eames a side-glance and grinned, before his attention was on J again, fully. "I'll pay whatever it is; you name it." J nodded as Arthur spoke and leaned back against his chair.
"Five grand, for two weeks." J's voice took on a hard tone, and Arthur nodded, the smile never leaving his face.
"Not a problem," Arthur replied softly, slipping his hand into his dress jacket, before retrieving a small, black book from his pocket. He opened it, counted out two-thousand and five hundred dollars, before throwing it onto the desk.
"That's half, J," Arthur shut the book and slipped it back into his pocket, smiling at the man behind the desk, "you'll get the rest when my two weeks are up." J looked at Arthur and narrowed his eyes, glaring at him before nodding and taking the cash, counting it carefully.
"It was a pleasure, J," Arthur stood and straightened his clothes before turning to Eames, "but we need to be going." The Point Man turned to J, nodded, before walking to the door, hearing Eames' footsteps falling in line behind him. The two men walked through the door and back into the foyer and Arthur turned to Eames.
"I'm not a demanding man, Eames; I'm fairly simple, and you'll catch on quickly." Arthur smiled at Eames and clapped a hand on his shoulder, gripping it tightly. Eames was a fairly well-built man, and Arthur suppressed a sigh as he imagined him naked, and let his hand fall from Eames' shoulder.
They began walking again, out into the cold Paris weather, before making their way to Arthur's car. Once the doors were unlocked, both men got into the car and Arthur could see Eames looking at him and he swallowed hard. Usually Arthur was more in control, more collected than he was in that moment, but all he wanted to do was take Eames home and get his five grand's worth out of him.
The drive home was quiet, neither man saying a word; just filled with Eames' constant stares, and Arthur's nervous lip biting. As soon as they arrived at Arthur's apartment, the Point Man jumped out of the car and went around to the passenger side - opening the door for Eames.
"Thank you, darling," Eames smiled at Arthur, and he felt his knees grow weak - both from the other man's smile, and his thick, British accent. Composing himself, Arthur nodded and swallowed hard, shutting the door before leading Eames into the building, and to the elevator.
"So, what do you do for a living?" Arthur heard Eames' voice again and he groaned within himself and shut his eyes, listening to the ping of the elevator. The doors opened and Arthur's eyes snapped open and he motioned for Eames to go before him, smiling softly.
"I have a complicated job, actually," Arthur explained as he unlocked his front door and pushed it open, holding it for Eames. Once the other man was in, Arthur followed and shut the door, tossing his keys on a small table by the door.
"I'm excellent with complicated, love," Eames turned to grin and wink at Arthur, before removing his jacket. Arthur watched, eyes glued on Eames with every move he made, the lump in his throat suddenly growing larger.
"I, well.." Arthur sighed and walked to the couch, shedding his own jacket and laying it on the cushions as he sat down. "I work with dreams; the subconscious, and delving into them. It's for extracting purposes, when someone has an idea that another wants, or needs to know but has no other—" Arthur stopped and looked at Eames, who was leaning against the back of the couch, eyes fixed on Arthur.
"Keep going, darling," Eames encouraged, smiling earnestly at Arthur, who was staring back at the Brit with his mouth hanging open. Chuckling, Eames walked around the couch and sank onto it, dangerously close to Arthur. "Close your mouth, love; I'm the one who will have his mouth open later."
Arthur's jaw snapped shut as he continued staring at Eames; he was perfect, both physically, and in a way that made Arthur's heart throb. Shaking his head, Arthur leaned back against the couch, finally tearing his eyes away from Eames.
"Nothing more to tell, really; I work with a man, named Cobb, and the job can be stressful, especially working with him." Arthur sighed and turned his head, eyes falling on Eames once more. He wanted to reach out, grab Eames by the neck, and kiss him, but he restrained himself. Arthur allowed his eyes to go over Eames once again; skimming over the slight scruff on the man's face and neck, and soon his gaze fell upon Eames' hands. They were large, like every other physical attribute Arthur had seen, so far, and the Point Man couldn't stop thinking about those hands pressed to his body.
Eames nodded and crossed his legs, folding his hands onto his knees, eyes still locked on Arthur's. He smiled, watching Arthur's eyes move across his body and stop at his hands, which made him move them teasingly. Shutting his eyes, Arthur groaned and leaned his head back against the couch, breathing deeply while Eames watched him, grinning.
Arthur barely noticed the cushions move as Eames stood up, but when he felt the Brit straddle his lap, his eyes snapped open. Eames was sitting on his legs, hands resting on the back of the couch, on either side of Arthur's head, and he was grinning. Staring up at Eames, Arthur didn't know what to do; didn't know whether to pull the Brit down for a kiss, or place his hands on Eames' hips.
"You know love," Eames whispered, dropping his head to press his lips against Arthur's ear, causing the Point Man to shudder softly. "You are gorgeous, and I've never been bought by someone as handsome." Eames' voice was soft, seductive, as his lips moved along Arthur's ear, before dropping to his neck.
"I'll make you very happy, darling," Eames was still whispering, but now it was low, seductive, and husky. Arthur groaned softly and lifted his hands to Eames' hips, gripping them tightly while the Brit bite down on his neck, causing Arthur to moan out.
"I'm sure you will." Arthur's voice wavered slightly as he felt Eames' teeth drag up and down his skin, biting it every so often. He hadn't expected to be doing this as soon as they were; he figured Eames and himself would talk for a while, maybe get dinner.. not talk, then jump straight to the one thing Eames was required to do.
Eames purred against Arthur's skin as he pressed their hips together, grinding roughly against the man underneath him. The action gained him a loud moan and fingers digging into his hips even harder, and Eames smiled, pulling away from Arthur's neck. It wasn't long after Eames' lips were on Arthur's neck, that they were pressed against his mouth; kissing the Point Man softly.
Inhaling deeply, Arthur moved a hand to Eames' hair, fingers tangling in it as he pulled him closer, kissing the Brit harder than before. Eames wrapped his arms around Arthur's neck, hand resting on the back of his head as they kissed; the Point Man's tongue grazing over Eames' lips slowly. Closing his eyes, Eames opened his mouth slightly, allowing Arthur's tongue to slip in and press against his own, causing the Brit to push his hips roughly against Arthur's.
Arthur's hands slipped to Eames' stomach, fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt as the two of them kissed; tongues colliding and pressing roughly against one another. Groaning, Arthur pulled away, biting Eames' tongue and bottom lip before looking down, focusing on undoing all the buttons on the Brit's shirt. Once Eames' shirt was unbuttoned, Arthur pulled it away from his body and ran his hands along the white, ribbed tank-top the man was wearing.
As he ran his hands along Eames' stomach and chest, Arthur could feel how muscular and toned the man was, and he bit his bottom lip, eyes immediately snapping to Eames'. The Brit was smiling at him, his fingers running through Arthur's hair slowly, and the Point Man could feel Eames' chest rising and falling slowly. Resting his hands on Eames' shoulders, Arthur just stared at him, and into his eyes, his bottom lip pressed roughly between his teeth.
"Yes, darling?" Eames' voice was still quiet, but the seduction was completely drained from it as he smiled softly at Arthur. As he watched the Point Man, Eames ran his fingers through Arthur's hair slowly, before dropping them to the back of his neck, gently grazing his fingertips against the sensitive skin.
"You're..." Arthur bit back the words he really wanted to say - 'perfect,' 'amazing,' 'gorgeous,' 'sexy,' and 'beautiful' were just a select few. As he thought of the right words to say, Arthur felt Eames' fingers on the side of his neck, brushing lightly over his skin before stopping at the collar of his shirt. "You're sexy," Arthur finally spat out, smiling at Eames before leaning up, pressing his lips to the Eames' stubble-laced jaw.
"Thank you, love," Eames whispered as he titled his head to the side, digging his fingertips into Arthur's throat softly. He could feel Arthur's breath against his cheek, could feel his teeth scraping along his jaw, and he whined in the back of his throat, pushing himself down on Arthur harder. As Eames pressed against him, Arthur bit his jaw softly, running his hands down Eames' sides slowly, gathering the thin tank-top between his fingers. Pushing it up, Arthur made his way down Eames' neck, placing small, sloppy kisses along his throat while his fingers brushed up his sides.
Eames breathed out sharply, shutting his eyes as he felt Arthur's lips against his skin, slipping his hands back into his hair. He tugged slightly, causing Arthur to bite his neck, and he loosened his grip, fingers intertwined in the short, black locks. Eames pulled his hands away and leaned back, allowing Arthur to remove his dress shirt, along with the tank top, watching as the Point Man dropped them to the floor.
He opened his mouth to protest, but quickly shut it once he felt Arthur's lips against his chest; biting and sucking at Eames' skin, making him bite his lip and close his eyes. Smiling, Arthur slipped his hands up Eames' back, dragging his fingernails up and down the man's back as he took one of the Brit's nipples between his teeth, tugging it gently.
"Oh fuck." Eames moaned out, his accent slightly thicker as Arthur continued biting and sucking and licking his nipples, while he shoved his hands under Eames' ass. Grabbing his ass roughly, Arthur moved to Eames' other nipple, giving it the same attention as the other; taking it between his teeth and biting it gently.
Arthur pushed Eames back onto the couch and moved up, locking his lips with the Brit once more, pressing their hips together roughly. He could feel Eames growing hard against his own cock and he growled softly, kissing the Brit harder than before. As they kissed, Eames moved his hands to the middle of Arthur's back, resting them there and pulling at the Point Man's shirt.
Pulling away, Arthur dipped his head to kiss Eames' neck but when he heard the doorbell chime, he stopped. He remained that way for a moment, waiting to hear the doorbell again, and groaned when it rang a second time. Pulling away from Eames, Arthur smiled timidly down at him before dropping his head again, catching the Brit's lips and kissing him softly.
"Sorry, I'll send them away," Arthur muttered as he stood up, straightening himself as he made it to the door. He stopped, turned to look at Eames for a split second, before turning his attention back to the door. Twisting the knob, Arthur pulled the door open two inches, barely enough to see the person standing on the other side.
"Hey, you busy?" Cobb was standing in the hallway with Ariadne, hands shoved into his coat pockets and his eyes locked on Arthur. Turning back to look at Eames, Arthur swallowed hard as he ran through a list of lies he could tell Cobb to make him go away. When none of those lies seemed good enough, Arthur turned his attention back to Cobb and Ariadne.
"Yeah, just let me straighten up; I'll only take a minute." And with that, Arthur shut the door, locked it for good measure and to keep his associates out, before walking over to Eames. "My co-workers are here," he muttered quietly as he bent, picking up Eames' clothes and handing them back to their owner.
"Can you get dressed? They don't kn-" Arthur was cut short by Eames' lips against his own, and he felt the Brit smile. When they pulled away, Eames smiled up at the Point Man and stood, putting his clothes back on, and making sure he looked tidy.
"They don't know you're gay, and that you bought a male prostitute; I get it, love." Eames reached a hand up, brushing his fingertips along Arthur's jaw slowly, the smile never leaving his face. "Tonight, in front of your associates, I will be nothing but a friend, darling," Eames whispered, leaning in once more to kiss Arthur before pulling away, his hand dropping at his side.
"Thank you," Arthur barely whispered, licking his bottom lip before taking it between his teeth and biting it softly. "I'll make it up to you later, I promise." He smiled at Eames before walking back to the door. Unlocking it, Arthur threw another glance back at Eames, who was standing in the middle of the living room, clothes almost perfect, smiling softly.
Arthur took a deep breath and opened the door, smiling at his guests and motioning for them to enter. Cobb walked in, flanked by Ariadne and Arthur shut the door behind them, turning around to look at Eames once more.
"Oh, you have company," Ariadne mumbled, turning back to look at Arthur, then at Cobb. She smacked him on the arm and glared at him, muttering, "I told you we should have called." Cobb looked down at the Architect and raised a brow, shaking his head slowly. Before he could get a word out, Eames was walking toward them, hand extended and a brilliant smile on his face.
"It's no worries, darling; I was just stopping by, visiting Arthur - it's nothing too important." Eames' voice was smooth, calm, and Arthur found it sexier than before. The Brit took Ariadne's hand, shook it, and then turned to Cobb, his smile never faltering.
"Nice to meet both of you, I'm Eames." The Brit's eyes moved from Arthur's co-workers to the Point Man himself, and his smile grew wider. For some reason, that smile, that look that Eames gave him, caused Arthur's heart to beat faster and he leaned against the door, watching Eames carefully.
"Arthur, you never told us about Eames." It was Cobb's voice that pulled Arthur's eyes away from Eames, pulling him into reality. He shrugged casually as he walked to the front of the couch, sitting and pulling Eames down with him, suddenly hoping neither Cobb nor Ariadne had seen it.
"He's an old friend, Dom," Arthur motioned for his associates to sit down, while trying to wiggle further away from Eames, almost reluctantly. When there was enough space between the two of them, Arthur smiled at his co-workers and crossed one leg over the other, resting his hand on his ankle.
"What are you guys up to?" Arthur's eyes flickered between Cobb and Ariadne; his question really meaning, 'Why are you guys here, and why are you trying to ruin the first night I'm with Eames?' The Extractor looked at the Architect and they both shrugged, their eyes falling back on Arthur and Eames.
"We have a job, or a possible one," Cobb started, leaning forward and placing his hands on both of his knees. "It's simple - a business man who runs a male brothel, of sorts.. Well, a man came up to me today, asking if I could extract some important information from him." Cobb's eyes fell on Eames, who was listening carefully, while watching Arthur from the corner of his eye.
"Perhaps we should finish this conversation tomorrow... That wasn't all Ariadne and I were here for," Cobb shifted his gaze to Arthur, smiling softly. "We wanted to know if you'd like to come to dinner, like a late celebration for our last job?" The Extractor winked and Arthur and chuckled, leaning back against the chair, throwing one of his legs over the other.
"I'd love to, but Eames isn't here for long.." Arthur bit the inside of his lip as he looked at Eames, who had a grin on his face, hands neatly folded on his lap. "Ah, hell; why not? If you don't mind, d- Eames," Arthur caught himself before he could call the Brit 'darling,' and felt his cheeks grow hot.
"If your co-workers don't mind, then I would love to, darling." Eames laughed softly, and Arthur bit the inside of his lip harder than before. He had only been with the man a short time; an hour tops, and he could already feel himself letting his guard down around Eames. Arthur also couldn't explain when, out of nowhere, his heart would kick into overdrive and beat wildly, just from looking at Eames..
"We don't mind," Ariadne chimed in, smiling at both Arthur and Eames before turning to Cobb, "Do we, Dom?" She glared at him when he shot a look at her and sighed, shaking his head before looking at the couple on the couch.
"No, we don't." He smiled earnestly at Arthur and Eames before standing, shoving his hands deep into his coat pockets. "We better hurry up, I'll call the restaurant from the car, tell them we need a table for four." Cobb nodded to his associate, and Eames, before walking to the door, nodding his head toward the hall, motioning for Ariadne to follow him.
She nodded, pulling a small notepad out of her jacket, pulling the pen out of the spiral before jotting down an address. Ripping the page off, Ariadne smiled at Arthur and handed him the piece of paper, returning his notepad and pen back to her jacket.
"That's the address - meet us there soon, okay?" Ariadne slipped her hands into her jacket pockets and walked out of the door, following Cobb into the hallway. When the door shut behind his guests, Arthur turned to Eames and leaned in; taking hold of the Brit's lips and kissing him slowly.
"They like you," Arthur whispered against Eames' lips before eagerly kissing him again, his hands moving to the Brit's hair, fingers tangling in the locks. Eames kissed Arthur back slowly for a minute, before pushing him away, chucking softly.
"If we don't go they might come back and check on us, love," Eames lightly caressed Arthur's jaw, eyes locked on the Point Man's as he smiled softly. "We'll go, eat dinner, and come back for dessert.." Cupping Arthur's jaw gently, Eames leaned in, brushing their lips together and feeling Arthur shiver.
"Alright, just.. don't tell them about our situation, please? Not now, at least.. Cobb is extremely judgmental.." Arthur whispered, dropping his hand from Eames' hair to his lips, brushing his fingertips along them slowly; feeling Eames' hot breath falling against his skin.
"I will let you tell them when you're ready, love. Of course, you don't have to tell them at all, if you don't want." Eames' lips moved softly against Arthur's fingertips, and he smiled against them, kissing the Point Man's skin lightly.
"Lets go, darling," Eames pulled away from Arthur and stood, pulling the Point Man up with him, smiling at him reassuringly. With a sigh, Arthur returned the smile and grabbed his jacket, pulling it on before taking Eames' hand and walking to the door, lacing their fingers together.
In that moment, walking down the hall, hand in hand with Eames, Arthur didn't feel like Eames was his temporary property; he felt almost as if they were a couple because they certainly acted like it. Arthur thought about what he was doing - taking Eames to dinner with his friends, holding the man's hand, and it suddenly became clear to him; he was dating Eames, not just paying to have him as his own personal fuck toy for two weeks.
"Eames," Arthur stopped the Brit once they were in the elevator, Eames' eyes locked on Arthur's. Swallowing hard, Arthur gave Eames' hand a squeeze and leaned in, biting his lower lip and tugging it gently. When Eames let out a groan, Arthur smirked and released his lip, pulling away and shaking his head.
Arthur decided that he would tell Eames when the time was right, and that time was not now, when they were on their way to have dinner with Arthur's co-workers, and friends. The time to tell Eames that their arrangement wasn't the same as it had been the moment he threw $2,500 on the table was later, when they were back in his apartment. Arthur thought about how to tell Eames that he no longer wanted him as a paid male companion, but a willing one, and felt his stomach twist in knots.
The elevator stopped, doors opening to let the two men out, and Arthur let Eames go first, following after him into the light drizzle. The two of them walked, hand in hand with their fingers locked together, to Arthur's car, and the Point Man reluctantly let go of Eames' hand. Climbing into the car, Eames remained quiet, his eyes darting to Arthur every few seconds and that brilliant, heart wrenching smile returning.
Arthur swallowed hard again as he turned the car on, and backed out of his parking space, then into the street. They drove quietly, save for the sound of rain hitting the car, and the occasional squeak of the windshield wipers. When Arthur stopped at a light, or a stop sign, he would glance at Eames, who was always looking back at him, a small smirk on his face.