Almost Without Expectation: | NC-17| 20k | Complete| (Part 4a)

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Eames heard a Arthur’s footstep and tensed for just a moment, before letting out what he thought was a fairly convincing snore. There was a count of four heartbeats before he heard Arthur’s soft inhalation of breath. Eames didn’t know if the cameras would pick it up, but it sure as fuck did things for him.

“Look at you....”

Eames was glad for the trucker hat. His eyes popped open in surprise at Arthur’s low, gravelly tone, then quickly squeezed shut. Asleep. he was supposed to be asleep.

He heard Arthur walk closer to the bed, heard his, “God Eames, you’re so fucking hot.” Eames wasn’t sure if he breathed. They hadn’t really discussed whose names to use, and the fact that Arthur was saying his at all made Eames’ stomach clench. It made everything seem more ... real. He shifted slightly, as though starting to wake up when the bed dipped, settling under Arthur’s weight.

He felt Arthur’s warm hand, slightly damp from his shower as he coasted it down Eames’ spine, moving so that he could rest his pointed chin on Eames’ tailbone. He felt the smallest of kisses on the dimples on his arse, and squeezed his eyes shut. The kiss was so tender, sweet, like a lover would give.

He almost stopped everything right there. It seemed cruel to have Arthur’s tenderness, especially after Eames’ realization in the car. Fuck. Fuck, could he really do this? Yeah. Of course he could. The job hadn’t changed for Arthur. Eames would not let it change for him. He could play this.

He could, damnit.

Eames shifted, stretching. “Good morning, love.”

Eames watched Arthur’s reflection in the mirror through half-slitted eyes. Arthur was still wet from his shower, beads of water sliding down his body. He had wrapped a bright red towel around his thin frame, but it looked as though the knot was losing its struggle to remain tied. Eames watched as he climbed onto the bed. Arthur’s hair was pushed back out of his face, and he lay, curled slightly over to the left of Eames’ legs, still resting his cheek against the dip of the very base of Eames’ spine. Arthur’s smile was one he’d never seen before: cheeky and sleepy and happy all at once.

“Mornin’ Did you actually fall asleep in that hat?”

Eames licked his lips and took it off, tossing it back towards Arthur, who made a face, picking it up with two fingers as though he couldn’t bear to touch it. “You look like you’re doing a centerfold for gay truckers.”

Eames laughed before he could help himself, crossing his arms and pillowing his head on them, still lazily watching Arthur in the mirror. He was careful not to look directly at any of the three cameras. Arthur wrinkled his nose in the most adorable way and tossed the hat onto the floor, bending to kiss at the globe of Eames’ arse. Eames’ breath caught at the way Arthur rubbed his cheek against him again, the slight bit of stubble a stark contrast to the smoothness of Arthur’s hands.

“I missed you. I could hardly wait to get home. If I had known that you’d be naked and waiting on me, I would have hurried up even more.” Arthur turned his head, brushing his lips over the space between Eames’ arsecheeks, and Eames couldn’t help the involuntary shiver, not entirely sure if it was from the kiss or from how much he wished that Arthur wasn’t acting, pulled into the fantasy of Arthur hurrying home to him.

Eames didn’t know which of them was more surprised when Eames spread his legs just the slightest bit more. “Yeah?” He felt Arthur’s chin, his stubble rubbing against his skin, the slight drip of a stray droplet of water as it rolled off of Arthur’s ear and onto Eames’ thigh. Eames could feel the heat of Arthur’s breath and shifted again, tilting his arse up just the slightest bit. Arthur met his eyes once in the mirror, a flash of a question in his dark gaze, silently asking Eames if he was really okay with this. Eames didn’t let people fuck him. His reasons were his own, and Mal had never pushed, but he didn’t even do ass play on camera. As the receiver, anyway. Whenever anyone questioned him, he would just grin and joke about having trust issues.

“Arthur, petal, if you want me to beg to have you rim my arse, I will do it.”

Eames wiggled a little as his cock began to harden, the once-cool sheets warming from the sensation of his body.

Arthur’s laugh, the cool puff of air against his balls made Eames jump a little. “Mmmm, I’m just surprised is all. You don’t usually let me do this. The last time ... I think it was our anniversary.”

“Well, you know. The gift that keeps on-- ohh..!”

Eames didn’t even have to embellish his sudden shout. Arthur didn’t waste any time, spreading him open and licking him from tailbone down to his perineum with one wet push of his tongue. Eames froze as he did it again, unable to control the way his skin broke out in gooseflesh. He caught a glimpse of his own face in the mirror and turned his neck so that he could hide the utter shock on his face, not wanting the cameras to see how utterly wrecked he was by one simple movement.

Arthur pulled away, gasping for breath. “Fuck, Eames you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to taste you. C’mon... I can right? You’ll let me? You want me to?” Arthur dove back down, just licking up and down, until Eames was dripping wet. His cock jumped, thickening to full hardness, as Eames nodded, moaning as much as from the desperation in Arthur’s voice as from the words themselves.

“Eames?”

Realizing that Arthur couldn’t hear his head nod, Eames rocked up, shifting a little so he was on his knees and elbows, pushing his arse towards Arthur’s mouth in answer. Eames felt the bed dip again as Arthur arranged himself behind him, and couldn’t help the strangled, “Fuck, Fuck, Arthur, your fucking mouth!” that fell from his throat.

“I want to suck on you, I wanna fill you with so much come that it’s dribbling out of your ass for fucking hours, Eames.” Arthur rubbed the bristles of his chin against Eames, hungry, winking hole and used his spread hand to push Eames further down onto the bed so that his ass was tilted up perfectly for Arthur’s mouth.

He felt Arthur dribble some more slick between his arsecheeks, and shivered when Arthur started to finger just the rim of his hole, pushing the tiniest bit of lube into him with each pass of the tip of his finger. Eames wasn’t acting when he pushed back, rocking closer to Arthur’s finger. “Quit teasing me, you sodding little bastard,” Eames hissed, all at once furious at how easily Arthur was making him fall apart. It was laughable.

Only Arthur wasn’t laughing. Eames could feel Arthur’s wet tongue spearing into him with the slightest dip of his finger, opening him up further with each careful flick of his tongue. He heard himself, panting and cursing as he shoved his face into the pillow, only to pull back so that he could suck in a breath, knowing his face was sweaty and flushed, that he had to look like he was completely gagging for it.

Well, not to put too fine a point upon it, he was.

Eames moaned, finding it difficult to bloody focus on anything but what he was feeling; the shivers and sparks that lit up his spine seemed to go directly to his dick. He finally jerked away from Arthur’s mouth with a groan, turning on his knees, wincing a little when the sheets balled up uncomfortably as he pulled them from the bed.

Arthur grinned up at him his face still shiny from the slick and the saliva that dripped down his chin. Eames couldn’t believe how much he was turned on by Arthur’s ministrations. Was it because the two of them were so completely depraved? It almost seemed as though they were ignoring the cameras completely, playing at being real lovers. Or was Arthur just that excellent of an actor?

Whatever. Eames breathed hard. He felt like he was gonna pop like a goddamn amateur if he didn’t take a second to get his shit together. Eames shivered as the cool mirror touched his hot and sweaty back, ignoring the way his cock bobbed impatiently as he moved. He watched as Arthur bent over on the bed, stretching out slightly to lick at just the tip of his wet and leaking cock. Eames jerked away with a moan, his hands coming up to cup Arthur’s shoulders. He heard his head hit the glass with a muffled thunk as he pulled away, breathing heavily.

“Come here.”

Eames watched as Arthur’s dark eyes went even darker at the gravelly sound of his voice. Eames bent, jerking Arthur up the line of his body with a quick tug that sent the smaller man off-balance. Eames moved his hands down Arthur’s sweatslick back, using his fingernails on just this side of too much to pull scrape over each separate bump of Arthur’s spine, then even more slowly as he moved back up. He jerked Arthur’s head back by his hair and kissed him, feeding at his mouth like they had done in the studio.

Eames had always thought that it would be kind of disgusting, considering that Arthur’s talented tongue had been eating him out a few minutes ago. He was shocked to find that he wanted that; he loved the extremely naughty, completely filthy feeling of licking at Arthur’s mouth, his own lips sliding over Arthur’s from the slipperiness of the slick they’d used. From the sound of Arthur’s half-breathless moans, he didn’t mind either.

Eames shifted, one hand on the back of Arthur’s neck, the other on the base of Arthur’s spine. Arthur gasped when Eames arranged him so that he was straddling Eames thicker leg. Arthur brushed his own hardness against the tight muscles of Eames’ stomach, still making the half-desperate sounds in the back of his throat, like it was killing him not to get closer.

Eames gripped Arthur’s tight arse, gasping himself when he felt the thickness of the protruding end of the toy. He let go of Arthur in surprise, then allowed both hands to drift back down, pulling Arthur’s cheeks apart glancing to the left to use the mirror to see what Arthur had done to himself. “Look at you, you kinky little bugger.” Eames lightly touched the end of the plug, slowly tracing his finger around the rim of the stretched hole that held it in place. Arthur cried out, sucking in breath like he’d been punched, resting his sweaty forehead against Eames’ shoulder. Eames pushed hard on the black toy with his first and middle fingers, smirking when Arthur bit at his shoulder to stifle his moan. “None of that now, darling. When did you do this? Was it in your shower?” Eames slowly pulled the plug out, so slowly that Arthur jerked with each slow, teasing movement.

“Y—ye--ngh, ye-ssss.” Arthur’s hiss made Eames smile wickedly.

“And?” Eames pushed it back in, watching Arthur’s eyes. He pressed his leg up against Arthur’s balls, feeling the slick slide of Arthur’s dick against him.

“And--- god, Eames, I didn’t… I...!” Arthur’s mouth fell open, his eyes fluttering shut as Eames began to fuck him with the plug, moving it in tiny circles as he shoved it through that tight ring of muscle, feeling his own arse clench in sympathy.

“You didn’t…. come on, Arthur. A little specificity, please. You didn’t, what?”

Arthur’s glare made Eames grin. Eames reached down and gripped Eames’ cock, sliding over his thick shaft with his tightened fist, jerking him, slightly faster than what Eames was doing with the toy, as though to encourage him. “I didn’t want… to wait. For your… fuck. Fuck , Eames, I couldn’t wait for your … ahhh!” Arthur screamed when Eames held the plug, pressing it into Arthur’s prostate. Arthur’s whole body vibrated like a harpstring, but Eames was holding him too tightly for him to break away.

“Yeah? Come on, Arthur. Come on now… I’ve got you, darling…” It was as though Arthur couldn’t help himself. Eames was shocked to realize how greedy he was for everything that Arthur had to give him. Eames pulled out the plug with a wet squelch, shoving in three fingers and twisting them, alternating his gaze between Arthur’s wrecked, shocked face and Arthur’s dick as it jerked, thick jets of come splashing on Eames’ chest, over Arthur’s tightened fingers on his cock, and on his chin.

Eames gave Arthur a moment to recover, bending a little so that he could slowly slide the plug back in. Arthur shivered, kissing at Eames’ neck with a little whine of sound.

“Shh. I know you’re sensitive. Does it hurt?”

Arthur shook his head, and Eames had to swallow hard at the way Arthur was still hiding his face, He couldn’t say why he did it, but he kissed Arthur’s forehead, his eyelids, even the tip of his nose, until Arthur pushed him away, with a tetchy little frown on his face. Eames tapped the plug again with his first two fingers and smirked at Arthur’s full body shiver.

Clearly remembering the cameras, Arthur kissed him lazily, moving down over Eames’ full lips, over his jawline and down his chest. It belatedly occurred to Eames that this was one of the script suggestions, and he tried to rack his brain to remember what the fuck he was supposed to say. It was a lot harder than he’d ever dreamed it would be as Arthur’s mouth licked and sucked at him, lazily lapping up his own come and the sweat from their bodies.

“You should get comfortable. I have something else I want to try.”

Oh, balls. That was it. The cockring.

“I am comfortable, darling, but if you keep that up, I’m afraid that tonight’s activities will be over a lot sooner than you think.”

“Oh?” Arthur grinned down at him, licking his shiny lips. “I have something to help with that.”

Eames forced himself to look mildly curious, when he really wanted to curse at Arthur to hurry right the fuck up. The cockring was one that Eames had worn before of course. Arthur was a complete tease, trailing the thick leather strap down the shaft of Eames’ dick, fastening it around the base of his balls, then twisting it around his cock with a muffled little snap. Eames bit his lip. Arthur had a talent for head that was damn near divine. This whole thing was way too much like sex, and not enough like work. It was too fucking easy to lose himself in this. Way too easy.

Eames’ cock wasn’t so long that his partners generally had a problem going down on him, but it was thick enough that they had to be careful, usually going slowly enough so that they got used to the girth and feel of Eames in their mouth. Arthur moved for a moment, grabbing a couple of pillows so that Eames could easily watch their reflections in the mirror. Eames shifted, holding himself up on his elbows, putting one leg over Arthur’s rather bony shoulder. The other leg he stretched out so that the camera had quite the view of Arthur as he grinned down at him. He looked absolutely wicked, flushed and sweaty and eager to begin, and all at once Eames was rather grateful for the cockring, otherwise he’d probably go off on the first feel of Arthur’s mouth tightening around him.

“I can’t believe you made me come already.” Arthur was perfectly poised as he spoke. His tone of voice wouldn’t be out of place at a dinner table, asking for the salt.

“Hmm.” Eames forced himself to look up at the ceiling, unresponsive, repeating ‘Don’t come. Don’t bloody come,’ over and over and over to himself.

“Oh hell no, Mr. Eames. Eyes, down, please.”

Eames felt each little puff of cool air on his cock as Arthur spoke and ground his molars together, cursing to himself. He huffed out two harsh breaths, then visually steeled himself, looking down at Arthur with something very like nervousness.

Which was ridiculous. It wasn’t like Arthur hadn’t gone down on him before. The flash of amusement in Arthur’s eyes was his only warning. Arthur swallowed him down in one greedy gulp, sucking and holding him in his throat for several seconds before beginning to bob his head up and down in a rhythm that Arthur knew from long practice drove Eames mad. He loved Arthur like this, loved seeing the lines of spit that connected his dick to Arthur’s mouth, loved to feel them drip down over his balls, slide down wetly to his arse.

Eames heard the asinine sounds he was making, felt Arthur lean forward, holding his hips down when he tried to arch up, deeper into Arthur’s wicked mouth, then jerk away when it was too much, too soon. The ring kept the pressure tight enough so that he could feel his dick throbbing with the need to come, but kept him just on that knife’s edge between pain and blacking out from coming all over himself.

Arthur was relentless, sloppy with drool as he licked him, sucked what he could down his throat and tightened his throat muscles again and again, until Eames was grunting with each spasm of Arthur’s throat, a “uhh.. uhh. uhhh” that seemed to be all he could shout, voice hoarse.

When he felt the wet tip of Arthur’s finger flirting with the rim of his arsehole, all of the tension went out of Eames all at once. He snatched the pillow, trying to muffle his moans, actually a little embarrassed at how much noise he was making. Eames felt Arthur slide his fingertip inside his stretched hole, still wet and sensitive from Arthur’s mouth. Eames curled up, biting his lip hard enough that he tasted the bright, brassy taste of iron blooming across his tastebuds.

Arthur’s lips were swollen as he pulled off of Eames’ cock with a flirty little pop of sound. “Eames?”

It was a few seconds before Eames could uncurl his body enough to speak properly. Still, it took him two tries before shaking his head and sort of flopping over, goosebumps breaking out on his skin as Arthur lazily fucked him with the tip of his first finger, sliding the spit and leftover lube around and around his tight little hole.

“You’ll let me fuck you, right? You loved my mouth on your cock. I know you did. And God, listening to you go crazy when I shoved my tongue inside of you... Jesus, just thinking about it made me hard again, Eames.”

“My turn to pick, yeah?”

“Mmm, sure. I suppose that’s only fair.”

Arthur wiggled and Eames slapped his arsecheek, knowing it would jiggle the butt plug that was still inside of him. Arthur sucked in a deep breath and Eames fumbled in the drawer, pulling Arthur into another kiss as he searched blindly for the toy that had caused both of them such surprise earlier while reading over the suggestions in the studio. There had been very little direction, but the buyer had requested this particular toy, or one very much like it. It was a double vibrator, made from a hard plastic, that had circular ridges at varying points down. The vibe wasn’t too long, maybe five inches or so, with the controls in the middle so that both partners could get at them.

“Oh my God. Maybe I should get a ring too.” Arthur’s eyes were wide- as though he had no idea that the whole thing had been set up and previously staged. Eames’ smile slid away without him being fully aware of it. He bent forward to kiss Arthur again, sliding his hands over Arthur’s tight arse, removing the plug and tossing it onto the floor. Eames slipped two fingers down the cleft of Arthur’s arse,just barely playing with the stretched rim of muscle, dipping just slightly inside of him. He loved kissing Arthur, was already addicted to his mouth. Eames could taste his own precome, could smell his own clean sweat as Arthur broke the kiss with a breathless little murmur.

They moved so that Eames was braced against the mirror again, Arthur kneeling over his legs. Arthur teased him by sliding over the deep red, swollen head of Eames’ cock, letting him feel the heat of his slick arse before moving so that he could dribble lube onto the vibrator, making sure both ends were good and wet. Eames couldn’t help it- he tensed up a little as the first bump of it hit his balls, before Arthur slid it into place.

“Come on baby, just bear down a little. Let me in...”

Eames jerked his eyes up to Arthur’s, shocked at the pet name. Arthur didn’t use pet names, ever.

Arthur was so intent that he didn’t notice- or was ignoring what he had said. He moved his wrist a little and Eames tried to relax, ignoring how his heart was pounding in his chest. He gripped Arthur’s wrist to anchor himself as Arthur slid the slick plastic slowly inside of him. Arthur moved carefully, making sure that Eames was ready for more before it was positioned any deeper.

“Oh, fuck. Look at you... god I can’t believe you’re letting me do this...” Arthur flipped it onto its lowest setting, sliding it slowly out of Eames’ arse, starting to fuck him with it faster and faster as his body adjusted, cock bobbing with each movement of Arthur's wrist as he shoved the toy in deeper.

Eames’ head fell back against the mirror with another thunk, his lungs too small for his chest as he watched Arthur watching him, looking at his handiwork with an intense little stare.

When Arthur stopped, it was sudden enough that it shocked Eames out of the hip rocking, pelvis rolling rhythm he’d been in. He jerked his gaze back to Arthur's watching as Arthur turned off the vibrator before slowly sliding himself down onto it. The angle was perfect so that when they both shifted, their cocks slid together. When Arthur used the palm of his hand on the mirror for leverage to move away, the bumps on the plastic dick dragged against what felt like every single nerve ending Eames had. It took a bit of practice to move so that they both felt it, but when Eames reached down and flipped the vibrator on, they could only clutch each other, shuddering.

“Arthur.. Arthur...Arthur!” Eames couldn’t help the moans. It felt like that was the only word that he knew. Except for ‘now,’ or ‘please.’  He had just enough presence of mind to keep those behind his teeth. They moved slowly, one thrusting into the other, then moving so that they both arched in synch, each fucking themselves with the toy.

Eames cried out again when Arthur moved with a quick jerk, flipping off the vibe and sliding it out, tossing it down to where Eames had thrown the plug. Arthur kissed his slack lips, pushing him and prodding him until Eames was back on all fours with his arse in the air. Arthur slid in with a cry, and Eames’ braced himself as Arthur fucked him, hanging onto Eames’ waist with both hands and pulling him back onto Arthur’s cock. There was a bit of stretch, when Arthur slid in, but Eames was so turned on that he hardly felt it.

Eames’ own dick was flushed red, shiny with the dripping precome that the cockring couldn’t hold back. It throbbed with every beat of his heart keeping him from coming, until he was dizzy, clutching the crooked sheets with both fists, just trying to hang on as Arthur fucked into him, turning slightly so that he hit Eames’ prostate on each thrust. “Please.. Arthur. God, please you little ... fuck, let me... I need to fucking come!”

Eames felt Arthur’s teeth on his shoulder as every muscle tensed. Arthur came again with a strangled cry, burying himself as deeply as he could.

“Eames...?”

Eames didn’t think he could move. Every muscle he had fought the cockring. If he hadn’t been clutching the sheets so hard, he would have reached down to undo the snap himself.

“Come on, Eames. Turn over for me okay? Eames?”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Arthur laughed, breathless. “I’m gonna slide out, okay? Keep my come inside of you. I want to try one more thing. You’ll let me, right?”

Eames couldn’t think straight. He was thirsty, his body felt like he had sweated gallons of water, and all of the blood in his sodding body was trapped in his throbbing cock.

“Come on now. Calm down a little. I don’t want you to shoot the second I take this thing off. If I go take care of something, do you promise not to touch yourself?”

Eames was able to muster up one extremely filthy look.

Arthur laughed again. “Yes or no? I can just finish you off now.” He gave a little push of his hips and sparks went off behind Eames’ eyes, causing him to gasp.

“Okay.. ready? Keep your ass tight. Don’t let any of my come leak out, okay?” Arthur sounded so earnest that Eames couldn’t help the fond little smile. Arthur pulled out, slowly.

Eames waved a hand in what was vaguely a ‘okay’ motion, trying all of the breathing tricks he’d ever used when fucking someone on camera to try to keep from coming. That helped make him remember that he was doing this for an audience, and that he had an image to maintain. He’d come close to the edge, and talked himself back hundreds of times before. Of course, that had been before he realized that Arthur was such a delightfully kinky little fuck, but it didn’t really matter. The results would be the same. Eames sucked in a deep breath. Another. Another, feeling his heartbeat slowing slightly. He shut his eyes, concentrating on his body.

He did as Arthur requested, going so far as to cross his legs, still breathing deeply with his arse as tight as he could make it. His cock was so heavy that it lay against his stomach, curving up slightly and leaving a wet, sticky patch where it lay. Eames balled his fists so that he wouldn’t jerk off the cockring and wank himself stupid. Good thing too. As on-edge as he was, he’d probably sprain his goddamn wrist.



part 2 of this ridiculously porny chapter.