Written for the Inception Kink Meme on Live Journal. Original Prompt: I can't find it, but it something along these lines – Arthur wears one of Eames most garish shirts, it is typically adorable on him. And sexy.
I'm Too Sexy For My Shirt (but even sexier in yours)
Eames snorted in his sleep, rubbing his head into the pillow. He felt cold and a little unbalanced, a frown creased his face as he realised what was wrong and reached over with a heavy arm to pull Arthur closer to him.
He was missing.
Eames jerked awake, memories of dreams and Arthur being shot and tortured and attacked and oh my God! He might be with somebody else!
The slow sound of page turning made him realise how much of an idiot he was being, he brushed it all aside, lazily turning onto his front and towards the sound, unconsciously thrusting his hips. He knew Arthur secretly loved him sexy movements. He opened his mouth to say Arthur, darling, come back to bed but no sound came out. He was still, as he watched Arthur.
He understood the primal attraction to this sort of thing, but he had never realised how fucking hot Arthur was in his clothes.
Arthur's lean, pale body was almost swamped in one of his most garish shirts. His pale moonlit skin, his curves and his sharp angles were made more obvious by the green and blue pattern of his shirt. And oh fuck, his thin shoulders seemed almost feminine in the broad shouldered shirt. His thin fingered hands flipping through a book Eames could see was French. Oh god, he was hot.
Fuck, now he was hard.
Then Arthur looked up, his brown eyes narrowing slightly in a smile that barely showed (although Eames was smug, he knew it was more than anyone else got). Eames grinned when he saw Arthur's eyes darken when he noticed Eames's ... condition. The Point man stood and the shirt fell to mid thigh. Was he really that tiny? He looked so delicate, with tiny, tiny hips that Eames knew fitted perfectly in his hands.
And his wrists were like porcelain. But he knew they could take being tied up for hours whilst their owner was tortured by a dildo and Eames's mouth on his cock. Oh, good times, good times.
His cock stiffened as Arthur neared. He moved as if to take of the shirt, but Eames stopped him, with a hand around each of those delicate pretty wrists,
"Darling, has anyone ever told you how delectable you look in my clothes?"