Almost Without Expectation: | NC-17| 20k | Complete | (Part 6)

[1lostone]

He pulled up with a few minutes to spare, grinning at the little sticky note Mal had left on the door. “4got the coffee. Everything u need is in the basement. Be back asap!”

Eames took the steps two at a time, carefully locking and setting the alarm behind him. Not that they were in a particularly dangerous neighborhood, but he’d been caught once with some overly exuberant fans, and didn’t care to repeat the experience.

The basement was set up with a door on both ends of the stairway. Mal insisted that she needed the privacy. The basement office was completely Mal’s domain. It was furnished, and had everything from a futon to a small kitchen and bathroom. Usually it was kept locked, so that no one would stumble upon anything particularly confidential, such as financial records or client names.

Eames slowly opened the door. There was hardly any warning: a shift of air and a scrape of a footstep on the concrete stair, before he was shoved hard in the middle of his back. Eames fell forward, stumbling and landing hard on his knee. He heard the slam of the door and the unmistakable sound of it being locked and deadbolted before he could turn, shock making him stupid and slow.

“Sorry, pet.”

Mal?! What the fuck? “What the fuck, Mal?”

“It’s for your own good. I’ve given everyone tomorrow off, and I’ll let you two connard têtue out sometime tomorrow. You have everything you need on the desk. Make sure you read the folder, yes? Oh, and I’ve jammed your cell signal. Ta-ta, dearheart.”

“Mal! You crazy bint, are you… Mal? Mal!!” He pounded on the door, and kicked it, cursing when his flip-flop didn’t protect his foot. “Fuck!” Eames grabbed his foot and hopped in place for a second, glaring at the door. Pure contrariness made him check his cell phone, and sure enough, he had no network coverage. Eames could only gnash his teeth as he turned and looked around the room. He could see a grocery sack full of what he assumed to be food. It pissed him off even more to see that the laptops and phone that Mal usually kept here were gone. There were two windows high on the basement walls, but since it was dark, and since he wasn’t a built like a second-grader, there’d be no luck getting out of there.

Eames heard a small sound and froze, turning to the futon in the corner. She’d called him a stubborn--- no. Wait. She’d called them stubborn shitheads. With a sinking heart, Eames realized exactly who was curled up, sound asleep on the futon. He sucked in his breath, staring stupidly at the long, lithe frame curled up in a little ball on the sheets.

Arthur yawned, and Eames’ heart gave a funny sort of wiggle when he saw him scrub the sleep out of his eyes with his curled-up forefingers. Arthur yawned again, and gave him a sleepy sort of smile. “Hey, Eam—“ Arthur’s brain must have caught up with his mouth, because Eames could clearly see the horrified look on Arthur’s face. Arthur jumped up and looked around wildly before mumbling something and walking to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. There were three muffled thunks as though someone had hit their head repeatedly against a hard surface.

“Perfect. Just fucking perfect,” Eames muttered, stomping over to Mal’s desk.By the food were two manila envelopes, both clearly marked with their names. Eames had half a second where he thought that he could quickly scan the contents of Arthur’s before he got a hold of himself. Inside were two pieces of paper. One looked like a letter, and had Mal’s clearly identifiable block writing on it. The other looked to be a receipt. Eames heard the door unlock and he glanced up to see Arthur come walking out, looking much more composed.

“Here.”

Arthur gave him an odd look as he reached out to take the envelope. Eames ignored him in favor of the receipt. At first glance, it didn’t make any sense. He looked at the note from Mal and snorted.

You are a complete and utter idiot.
This might help you get your head
out of your ass.
Moron.
-Mal

Eames blinked, looking at the receipt a lot more carefully. When he realized what he was looking at, Eames felt as though he had been punched in the gut. He raised his stunned gaze to Arthur’s, who was looking at him warily.

“Mal said she drugged me. That she was sorry, but I deserved it.”

Eames just blinked. It said a lot about his day that that wasn’t even the most shocking thing that had happened to him today.

“And that we’re locked in here? Oh, and she gave you something to read. I guess it must be pretty good since you look like you just got hit across the back of the head with a board.” Arthur rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

Things were clicking into place. But that meant… but why…? Eames blinked again, nodding. He handed the receipt to Arthur, noticing the faint tremor of his shaking hands. Eames watched as Arthur winced before a bright red flush covered his face. “Ah... that’s. Jesus, that’s pretty awkward. So much for client confidentiality. I should sue.”

“You…?” Eames couldn’t quite make himself believe it. “But…?”

Arthur rolled his eyes. “Okay, I admit it was stupid. And kind of sneaky. And I will point out that you agreed to everything, so it’s not like you were coerced or anything.” Clearly needing space between them, Arthur crossed over to the kitchen counter and leaned against it, staring at Eames as though he was bored. Arthur crossed his arms over his chest. “Look, if you want an apology, you have it. It was stupid of me to think…. Well. It doesn’t matter what I thought. You made it perfectly clear that we were operating on two very different wavelengths.” Arthur’s lips narrowed. “Besides, you spent the money quickly enough.”

Eames felt his throat tighten again. “Why would you just… I mean… Let me get this straight. You paid for the job. For me and you to fuck. You paid for me to fuck you. You set … set all this up?” The shocked feeling was spreading, turning to real, acute pain. He’d been so stupid to think that Arthur wanted... wanted anything… Eames swallowed hard, staring down at the words blurring on the paper. It had been quite awhile since anything he’d done in or out of Dreamshare had made him feel like a whore. Before, when it was just a job for a client, no problem. No worries. He was proud of his job. Now though? Knowing that Arthur had basically paid... paid for Eames’ dick? He let out a shaky breath, looking down at the floor.

Arthur began fiddling with his phone. “Look. I’m sorry. That was a cheap shot. And don’t get me wrong- it was a lot of fun and all. But then… then I thought that maybe… maybe you weren’t acting. You told me ages ago: don’t fall for your co-stars.”

Eames was clearly missing something here. Maybe several somethings. Several, several somethings. One thing was clear, though: Arthur had set this up. Had set him up.

“Well, that explains why you fucked off before I even got up.”

“What are you talking about?” Arthur’s gaze was direct. Too intense.

Eames turned to rummage in the grocery bag, feeling horribly confused, almost overwhelmed by everything. Eames rolled his eyes. “It’s not that difficult, darling. It’s my own fault for expecting anything different.” This was going to be rather embarrassing, but better to have it all out in the open. He took a deep breath and mirrored Arthur’s pose, standing with his arse against Mal’s desk. “I admit I… I thought that maybe a couple of times you weren’t acting. That you were really there with me, and not just there for the cameras. And I… admit that I didn’t take my own advice. But it’s okay, Arthur. I won’t cause a scene or anything. You made your feelings, or lack thereof, perfectly clear when you were gone before I woke up.”

“Wait just a damn minute! You make it sound like I just took off!”

Eames gave Arthur his best withering stare out from under his eyelashes. He found some Doritos in the bag and made a face, setting them carefully on the desk. Eames jumped when he felt Arthur’s hand on his arm.

“Eames,” he said gently, “I didn’t just take off. I left you a note, on the bed. I went out for breakfast since I didn’t have anything in the house. When I got back, you were gone.”

Eames blinked, head jerking up quickly enough that his vertebra cracked.

“Bullshit.”

“No bullshit. I went down to the store. I was gone maybe... maybe an hour. I thought for sure you’d still be asleep when I got back. Then I got back and ... no texts.. no emails, nothing. The shower was still wet and steamy. I figured that you woke and took off because I was being so.. uh. clingy. I know how you hate that shit. So, I was trying to respect your boundaries. I felt... I feel guilty enough for ... tricking you into ... that night.”

Eames caught his breath. “I.” He had to clear his throat. “I liked you being clingy. And kinky, Jesus fuck Arthur.” He took a step forward, brushing his body slightly against Arthur’s.

“You... you did?” Eames watched as Arthur blinked in surprise, trying to process what he had said. “But. But you thought. That means that you. That I... That. Oh my God. “

“Arthur. I woke up alone. Saw the empty house. Thought you’d taken off; I mean it was clear that you were moving. You quit your job. Why would I think you’d stay arou--” Eames broke off when Arthur kissed him, freezing almost completely in surprise.

“Mal is right. We are both such fucking idiots. You never asked me the reason I’m quitting Dreamshare.” Arthur pulled back so that he could look up into Eames’ eyes. “I. uh. I fell in love with someone. And it was driving me crazy to see them fuck someone else. I got to where I would lose my hard-on whenever I saw him... you with one of the others, Eames.”

Eames literally could not speak.

“Mal made a comment when I told her that I was quitting. I think she knew why before I did. When I placed the order, I think she thought it was funny at first. Then you were out sick, and I guess she was worried that you wouldn’t be well enough. Wanted me to cancel it. But... But I couldn’t. I thought that if that was going to be my only time to be truly intimate with you, then I wanted it. Even if it was pretend. Then you were gone. Poof. I thought you were done. So I went to my mother’s early for her birthday. Couldn’t stand being here and not.. and knowing that you didn’t want me the same way that I wanted you. Saw you on TMZ and holy shit, I was so jealous. Came back to try one last time to tell you all this and... shit. Please tell me to stop talking.”

Eames just shook his head. He felt like his skin was too hot, but he wanted to shiver with the sensation of having Arthur’s body so close to him. If his knees didn’t still sting from when Mal pushed him onto the bloody floor, Eames would think that he was dreaming.

Instead of telling him to stop talking, Eames leaned forward, kissing Arthur like he’d forgotten how. Their lips brushed together once, twice before Eames licked at Arthur’s bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth. Their mouths opened as they kissed, Eames, licking into Arthur’s mouth like he was trying to map his flavor with his tongue. Arthur wrapped his arms around him, leaning into him and kissing him back. He shifted so that his leg pressed between Arthur’s, giving him something to grind against. Eames walked Arthur back to the wall, groaning when it caused their bodies to press together even more tightly.

Eames wanted to say something else, and knew that they should probably talk properly, but God, it seemed impossible that he could miss this so much. Miss Arthur so much. He couldn’t quite believe that Arthur would still want him, after everything. Arthur’s long fingers slid down Eames’ back to cup his arse. Eames pulled back and smirked when he heard Arthur’s breath catch.

The sound Arthur made deep in his throat put Eames right back in Arthur’s bedroom. He kept Arthur against the wall with his body, pulling away only to stare down at him through half-lidded eyes. Arthur broke off the kiss to drag his teeth against the stubble on Eames’ jaw. The heavy sound made Eames’ cock jerk in his trousers. Arthur’s carefully styled hair was standing out in all directions, with the bulk of his bangs falling over his forehead. Two bright red spots of color stood out high on his cheekbones, bright against the normal paleness of his skin. Arthur’s lips were swollen and wet from Eames’ mouth, parted slightly as he breathed heavily. Even his eyes looked like Arthur was completely wrecked, the brown iris almost obliterated by pupils gone wide with want.

“That’s a good look on you, darling.” Eames smirked when Arthur shivered. Eames tilted his pelvis forward teasingly, brushing Arthur’s cock with his own. Arthur made a keening sound and tightened his hands on Eames’ broad shoulders, wrapping one leg around Eames’ waist, in effect climbing up his body until he was exactly where he needed to be- rubbing thickly against Eames’ cock.

Eames moved his hands so that he cupped Arthur’s arse, bracing himself with one arm against the wall. Arthur arched his back, grinding down onto Eames’ dick, head thrown back, completely lost in his own pleasure. Eames held on tightly, letting Arthur take what he wanted. “God, look at you, desperate for it. You look so goddamn beautiful like this, Arthur.” Eames’ low mutter in Arthur’s ear made him buck wildly, his nails digging into the meat of Eames’ thick neck. “Hmm, you like this? Like me talking to you? Not surprising, yeah? You always did take direction well. Come on, now. Like that. Just like that. Fuck….. yeah, you gorgeous thing.”

Arthur tensed, his eyes snapping open for a second. Eames bent down, kissing Arthur hard enough that their teeth clicked together before they lined up properly- Arthur’s needy little cries loud in Eames’ mouth. Eames moaned when Arthur came hard enough that his head snapped back against the wall. It was silent in the basement for a few moments, before Arthur began snickering softly into Eames’ shoulder.

“I haven’t come in my pants like that since I was about twelve.”

Eames smiled, squeezing Arthur’s arse. “God, please say I can fuck you.”

Arthur licked his lips, letting his legs drop so that he was supporting his own weight. Eames grabbed his left wrist, turning so that he could kiss the inside of the soft skin there, feeling like he needed to say something. The pulse beat wildly in Arthur’s wrist, and Eames was overwhelmed for a moment, unsure exactly what he should do.

Which was rather surprising, considering.

Arthur’s answering smile was only a little come-happy as went up on tiptoe to nip at Eames’ lower lip. Arthur made quick work of stripping himself down. Eames made to take off his shirt, but Arthur stopped him with a quick kiss. “No, wait. Can I just…” He trailed off, sliding his hands over Eames’ thickly muscled biceps, down his forearms and back up and down over the thin material of his t-shirt. Arthur brought his hands down past Eames’ waist, cupping the clearly outlined length of his rock hard cock as it lay, trapped against his leg by the tightness of his jeans.

“You know, that night there was only one thing that I wanted, that we didn’t do.” Arthur rubbed at the head of Eames’ material-covered dick, causing Eames to hiss, his hands tightening into fists at his side.

“Yeah?” Eames didn’t even recognize the sound of his voice. It sounded like he’d been gargling glass.

Arthur nodded, leaning forward to nuzzle into Eames’ armpit, breathing him in. Eames felt Arthur’s half-hard cock against his hip and swallowed thickly, his breath drying up in his throat. Arthur reached around towards the desk and picked up the lube Mal had left there, not so discreetly in the center of her desk blotter. “Yeah.” He leaned over and carefully undid Eames’ fly, unbuttoning the jeans and folding the edges in. He reached in and lifted out Eames’ thick cock, testing the weight of it in his hand. “I want to feel you.”

Eames sucked in his breath when Arthur slowly traced his thumb over the head of Eames’ dick. In the dim light of the basement, he could see how swollen he was. Arthur took a step back so that his back was against the wall again, and slowly lifted his leg so that it was back up on Eames’ hip. Arthur reached into the container and scooped out some of the viscous gel. The smell of vanilla caused both of their eyes to roll, too tense to laugh at the idea of Mal finding scented lube for them. She’d always said that it was important to use the good stuff when you wanted more than just a quick fuck. Mal was not known for her subtlety.

Eames felt his jeans slide down to his knees as Arthur moved. Arthur quickly spread some of the lube on his own arsehole, his eyes fluttering shut. Eames found himself bracing one hand against Arthur’s knee, using the other to cup Arthur’s face. The kiss this time was softer, Eames pulling away only to pick Arthur up, his hands cupping Arthur’s arse again as he lifted his weight. He didn’t miss the catch of Arthur’s breath in his throat, hiding his grin by kissing the strong line of Arthur’s neck. Arthur dipped out some more lube and coated the head of Eames’ dick with it, the sensation almost causing Eames’ knees to buckle. Arthur gripped Eames’ cock, hiking himself up a little higher with his hand braced on Eames’ shoulder.

Years of professional fucking caused alarms to blare in Eames’ head.

“Wait--- you didn’t…”

“I know. I’m good. I want you like this. God, fuck, exactly like this.” Arthur shimmied so that the head of Eames’ cock bumped against the tight little pucker of muscle. “I told you, I want to feel it. C’mon… ”

Eames had to bite his lip, trusting that the sharp pain would keep him from coming on the spot. Eames adjusted Arthur against the wall, watching for any trace of pain on Arthur’s flushed face as he slowly pressed the head of his cock against Arthur’s hole.

Arthur was incredibly tight like this.

Eames had the rather optimistic idea that he’d move slowly, not letting Arthur buck down onto his cock. He thought that he would be able to hold Arthur in place and slowly give him inch after inch to keep from hurting him.

Arthur clearly had other ideas. His fingers clenched on the t-shirt, rucking it up slightly as he hung on, pushing into him so that Eames took all of Arthur’s weight at once. They both cried out as Arthur’s quick move caused him to slide down, completely taking the entire thick length of Eames’ cock inside of him with one movement.

Arthur tightened his thighs, and Eames steadied him with one hand, his nails digging into the sharp hipbone. He took his finger out of Arthur’s arse, and wrapped both palms around each globe of Arthur’s arse, helping to lift him, grunting when Arthur sank down on his cock, gravity assuring that there was no space left.

Arthur’s own cock was wet, pressed tightly against their stomachs.   “Eames... Eames... <i> Eames</i>!”

“You gonna come again?” Eames bit at Arthur’s ear, panting a little as he pulled Arthur up, and down, fucking him down onto his cock. His thighs strained with the sensation of holding him up, but he’d be fucked if he would be the first to let go.

“I... You feel so... “

“I feel so what?”

“God, so deep in me. I can’t...” Arthur tipped his head back, his fingers sliding up Eames’ shoulders, fluttering against his neck to cup his ears, anchor themselves in Eames’ sweaty hair.

“Yeah. You can. Come on, love. You love me dragging you around like this, yeah?” Eames took a careful step, slamming Arthur against the wall. Arthur was so slick from sweat that he slid easily. Eames grabbed his hips, held him to the wall, and fucked him as hard as he could, knowing from long practice that Arthur could take it. From this position, he was able to angle himself so that the head of his cock slid over Arthur’s prostate every time he thrust in, and slid out.

Eames couldn’t say how long he held off. He was determined to make Arthur go first, and with the wall able to take the brunt of his weight, Eames could fuck him with his finger, causing Arthur to stretch just on this side of painful. When Eames began moving the finger in counterpoint with his cock, Arthur screamed out something that had Eames’ name in it somewhere and came, spurting over Eames’ abs and chest. Eames couldn’t make himself last past the tight clench of

Arthur’s arse, and drove himself in as far as he could before coming.

He felt his knees give way, and they sank to the floor, both trying to catch their breath. It took him a few tries, but Eames managed to get Arthur in his arms, and three staggering steps brought them to Mal’s futon. Arthur was so out of it that he didn’t even twitch when Eames got a warm cloth, cleaning him up so that they wouldn’t stick together when they woke up. A slight spurt of trepidation caused Eames to wonder if he’d wake up alone again, but he quickly suppressed it, sighing and pulling the covers up over the both of them.

He drifted off almost before his head hit the pillow.

MORON. (6:12 am)

Eames stared down at his text, rolling his eyes. Mal must have unjammed the cell phone signal. He frowned. Those things were supposed to be illegal.

Mal, you sneaky bitch.

Ur deviousness knows no bounds. (6:15:am)

He looked down at Arthur who was sprawled over his chest, still completely out of it. The feeling of contentment surprised him. Eames didn’t know if this was love, or lust, or some strange mixture of the two, but whatever it was, he was going to do everything in his power to keep it. To keep Arthur.

You're still a complete idiot. (6:15 am)

There was definitely a lot to discuss before they made any plans, but one thing... one thing Eames wanted to take care of before Arthur awoke.

Btw, darling. I quit.  (6:17 am)

Eames smirked at his silent phone, imagining Mal’s shocked face. When the text came, it wasn’t quite what he expected.

Ridiculous. Of course you do. (6:20 am)

Why do you think I hired Dom?
It wasn't just for his lovely cock, I assure you. (6:20 am)

Already sent you severence pay. (6:20 am)  

Thank me later. WITH JEWELRY.(6:21 am)

Eames blinked, nonplussed. She really was a terribly interfering person. God, though. He couldn’t imagine not having her around. Arthur made a snuffling sound and burrowed a little further into Eames’ chest. Eames let his hand drift slowly through Arthur’s hair as he texted Mal back, one-handed.

Good. We'll b out of here in few hrs.
U mite need 2 call cleaning co tho.
We left jizz on ur wall. (6:23 am)
& showr. & bed. (6:24 am)

Arthur sat up a little, smiling up at Eames as he blinked partially awake. “What’s up?”

“Oh. Nothing. Just Mal.”

“Hmm. Don’t forget to remind her.” Arthur lightly kissed Eames’ skin, and the small, intimate gesture nearly made Eames’ heart skip a beat. This was what he had missed their last time together. The fact that tonight wouldn’t be a repeat of waking up alone made him smile. His phone buzzed with Mal’s response, but before
he read it Eames texted Mal back with a little smirk.

...and ur desk. (6:33 am)

When Eames finally drifted off, it was to the sound of Arthur’s steady heartbeat. And if he’d wrapped his arm around Arthur’s slightly bony shoulders a little tighter than what was probably normal, well. The only person who would possibly care was Arthur.

And Arthur was wrapped just as tightly around Eames.



THE END

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Comments

[secretsolitaire.livejournal.com]

Aw, very sexy and sweet. Thank goodness for Mal. :-)

[1lostone.livejournal.com]

Thanks! :D I love Mal so much lol. I don't know if she would be like this or not, but I kind of hope so!

[eva667.livejournal.com]

Jesus that was hot ! and also very sweet :-)

[1lostone.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much. :D It was a ridic amount of porn, but hey. *shrug*

Thanks very much for reading!

[sally-fw.livejournal.com]

Hngh, hot and sweet! Loved this ♥

[1lostone.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much! I'm glad you liked it!

[lapointchick.livejournal.com]

Wow, this was smoking hot and adorable, too. I'm surprised I read all of this considering the fact I haven't been into reading smut in quite a while, but your fic just drew me in. I love your Mal, and I'm happy she brought them together :)

[1lostone.livejournal.com]

Lol, I guess I kind of overdosed you on the smut. :D I'm still kind of new to this, so I'm glad you liked it!

[anne-jumps.livejournal.com]

Oh, I must have missed that this was reposted?! Awesome. I really enjoyed reading this as it went up on the meme.

[nova-parabatai.livejournal.com]

oh my god this was perfect asdfghjkl that was some of the best smut i've ever read and the feELINGSSSSSSSS ;___; i sobbed for pretty much the entire thing tbh but ashjfds it's so good. and the ending was literally perfect <333

also i love your mal so much asdfghjl

[1lostoneficspot.livejournal.com]

Wow, thanks so much! lol. I didn't know anyone was still reading this one!!!