ofvanity

Third of three. I promise, my next updates will have actual plot and storyline. Monster baby, guys. Almost there.

Title: Chandelier Shudder
Author:

ofvanity
Pairings: Arthur/Eames
Word Count: 1100~
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Exhibitionism.
Disclaimers: I claim no ownership of the bountiful Inception kingdom nor of it's beautiful rulers, (i.e., King Nolan, Prince Arthur, etc, etc.). I am merely a peasant.
Author's Note: See? Light fixtures. This is literally, sex on a ferris wheel. The Navy Pier Ferris Wheel in Chicago to be exact. The ride is seven minutes long and as a Chicagoan, there was no way I couldn't not do it. Loyalties, y'all. Another fic sent over the course of a day through text messages for

everhaunting. All her fault. Mostly.

Summary: Arthur teaches Eames to relax. Kind of.

Arthur scowled, turning his best bitch glare at Eames, “We don’t have time for this. We’re supposed--”

“Oh, hush up, Arthur, it will only take a few minutes. Then you can run along and do something angst-ridden and fun sucking with Cobb.” He hands their tickets to the attendant and clambers into the seat.

Arthur gives a long suffering sigh and climbs aboard. “I’ll have you know that Cobb and I do fun stuff all the time.”

“Mmm,” Eames nods sarcastically, “Was this before or after you became world class fugitives?”

Arthur rolls his eyes as the Ferris wheel starts moving, the attendants are loading other people into the cars. Eames continues, “C’mon, love, look at that skyline. From up top it’ll be brilliant. Relax a little.”

Arthur barely spares a glance at the skyscrapers extending over Lake Michigan, leveling a glare at Eames. The wheel keeps climbing, high and higher. “I can relax on my own, Eames. I don’t need tourist attractions to do it, I’ve lived in this city my whole life.”

Eames is looking out over the horizon, uninterested, “Mmhm, sure you can, dear.”

“You know I can.”

“Mmm, look at that tower. Isn’t it lovely?”

“Eames,” Arthur complains, exasperated.

Eames turns, as if hearing him for the first time, “Sorry, love, where you saying something?”

Arthur scowls, a sudden anger flaring in his belly. He moves forward, acting on his first impulse. “I’ll show you to relax.” He slides to the floor, on his knees and the compartment rocks in protest. Eames grips the sides, raising an eyebrow, even though he already knows what’s coming. He planned it.

“Relax,” Arthur replies condescendingly.

He rides his hands up Eames’ powerful thighs, pulling his legs apart. The Ferris wheel climbs the sky but the compartment walls are tall and intimate. Perfect. He rushes his hands to the center of Eames’ waist where his cock twitches. Arthur rubs the palm of his hands into him for a second before replacing his mouth. Eames quickly starts hardening, hisssing breaths through his mouth.

Arthur works the clinking belt open and rushes to get to Eames’ skin, flushing red with need. Eames’ cock springs free from his boxers and he bites his lip in anticipation. Arthur tongues the slit, pressing lightly and Eames throws his head back, thunking against the metal. The car rocks in protest, rusty metal squeaking. Arthur reaches out, fondling Eames’ balls with the finger touches, teasing. Eames spreads his legs in response, suddenly aching for Arthur’s touch.

Arthur wraps his lips around the head, humming deeply and taking him further. Eames bucks up, breathing roughly“Arthur, Arthur, what a large filthy mouth you have.”

Arthur laughs, talking around Eames’ length, “All the better to suck cock with.”

Eames bucks up, moaning in response. Arthur pulls off and laps around it, broad strokes of tongue, from the slit to the base, breathing in the hot air of Eames’ body. Eames is keening now, rocking up messily to reach the warm wet cave of Arthur’s mouth, “Arthur,” Eames punctuates his breathy moans with a thrust of his hips.

Arthur complies, taking Eames all the way down, bobbing so he hits the back of Arthur’s throat every couple of thrusts and the compartment is shaking with encouragement. Eames is close now, he can feel it and the next hissing breath and rock of hips is a warning. He threads his fingers in Arthur’s hair, tugging, “Arthur, Arthur stop.”

Arthur hums around his cock, pulling back to stroke the rest of his length. Wrapped around the first few inches, Arthur works his tongue on the underside, lapping slowly and hollows his cheeks, sucking. Eames breathes in and arches out of the seat, coming in short hot spurts down Arthur’s throat. Arthur sucks the last of Eames’ orgasm down until Eames gently pulls him off. Tucking himself in, Eames’ breathing is shattered, chest heaving.

Arthur fixes the knot of his tie and looks over the compartment wall, the Ferris wheel is moving towards the bottom now, the ride hasn’t even finished loading people in. Eames glances over the edge and grins, “Arthur, I think you’ll have to call Cobb and tell him we’re going to be late.”

Arthur licks his lips and then wipes them with the back of his hand. His cheeks are wet with some tears in effort to take Eames in, but he wipes those off just as quickly. “Why?”

The compartment swings again as Eames crosses and sits next to him, his palm is hot against the press of Arthur’s slack where his erection has effectively ruined the lining. Arthur’s body betrays him, arching into Eames’ hands as he strokes his length through the clothing. Eames moves into him again, then claiming his mouth and licking it open. Their tongues meet in a wet slide and Arthur’s breath hitches, hips rocking to the touch of Eames’ hands, working quicker. A bare need pulses through Arthur suddenly and he moans into Eames’ mouth. Eames undoes his belt and reaches inside, wrapping cold fingers around his cock, precome leaking onto his hand. Arthur rocks into his hand, eyes fluttering.

Eames leaves his mouth, breathing hot open mouthed kisses along his jaw. When he talks, he strokes Arthur slowly, twisted awkwardly inside the trousers, “Because I am going to make you come in your pants. And then we’ll have to go back to the hotel and change. And when I see the bed, I’ll have to fuck you into the mattress. I’ll have to fuck you until you see stairs, sugar. Until you’re begging me to come. I’ll pound into you until neither of us can breathe and then come in your sweet arse and you’ll come all over me. Then I’ll have to fuck you again.”

Arthur shudders, pushing himself faster into Eames’ hand, “Eames, fuck.”

“Yes, Arthur, I’ll fuck you. But you better let Cobb know.”

“Fuck that.”

Arthur turns and kisses Eames’ again, sliding his fevered tongue inside. Eames’ hand strokes around him, pulling faster and tighter, dragging precome all over his cock. His tongue touches Arthur’s and they slide together and Arthur’s hand reaches Eames’ hair, pulling as he comes in long shudders. Eames strokes him a few more times then removes his hand, licking come off the tips of his fingers and mostly smearing it all over what he can reach of Arthur’s skin.

Arthur watches through half-lidded eyes and rosy cheeks, then kisses Eames with just as much vigor as before. “I better call Cobb then.” his voice is hoarse, sex mussed and it goes straight to Eames’ cock.