"Eames" Arthur stresses his words as he attempts to kick the brit clinging to his legs.
"Arthur~" Eames coo's as he starts to trail kisses up and down Arthur's pale, bare legs.
"Eames. I have to catch the plane. I cannot be late." Arthur said, falling forward onto the soft hotel comforters. He groaned as Eames' fingers started to massage the inside of Arthur's thigh. Arthur's face sank down into the blankets; he could feel Eames starting to hover over him now. He could feel warm, rough lips gracing over his spine.
"Darling, Is it really that important?" Eames asked. He knew it was, he just couldn't remember what said important thing was.
Arthur writhed a bit at the feeling of Eames' hands on his sides. "Yes. I have to go home."
"Why?" Eames was totally ignoring Arthur now, well his talking at least. He certainly was not ignoring Arthur's body with the way he was rolling the man over and sliding between his legs.
"Ugh. 'ames~ I have to go… go see my mother." Arthur started to try and wiggle away. Eames' iron tight grasp on his hips, however, stopped him from getting very far.
"Can't it wait?"
Arthur was about to object. Eames had wiggled his way down and was starting to lift Arthur's already tired legs. A few kisses to the inside of Arthur's already bruised thigh and the man relaxed. The brit smirked and watched as Arthur's head fell back against the bed, eyes shutting.
"Yeah- I guess…"
"That's what I thought." Arthur felt the chuckle up against his leg.
"Oh shut up and fuck me already."
I DO NOT KNOW WHERE THIS CAME FROM. I AM IN THE HOTEL. IM GOING TO SHIP OUT TOMORROW. I WILL BE IN THE NAVY.
*cough* so yeah... idk where this all came from... but thats OK.
I HOPE IT TIDES YOU OVER UNTIL I GET BACK. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Inception or any of the characters.
I LOVE YOU,
SILAS DARK