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that’s the attitude
“I should choke you with that apron,” Arthur said as soon as he entered his kitchen and saw Eames preparing dinner, looking perfectly comfortable, using his kitchenware and humming to himself. “What the fuck are you doing in my house?”
Eames, who had been anxiously waiting for Arthur to return for hours, partly fearing being shot and partly feeling excited at the prospect of surprising Arthur, smiled.
“Pasta.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Yeah. Yeah, I do. So, you were dreaming on your own, then?”
“That’s right. Just some recreational stuff, for the most part.”
Arthur nods. Recreational dreaming doesn’t hold any appeal to him, given his history, but he doesn’t begrudge those who turn to it. So long as Eames doesn’t get addicted, Arthur has no problem with Eames going under, and he says as much.
“No, I know. It’s not the dreaming, rather the dream that I feel the need to confess.”
“Eames, I’ve seen you giving a priest a hand job in an alley behind a pet store. And that wasn’t even a dream.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Next to Eames’ desk is Ariadne’s, and he can hear her discussion with Arthur from his seat at his desk.
“This building isn’t bad, but this part with the garden needs work. The bridge looks so weak my grandma could kick it over.”
Eames can faintly hear Ariadne’s muttered, “I could kick your face.”
“I heard that, and even though I try to be a gentleman, I am not above inflicting physical harm if you don’t take care of this shitty bridge,” Arthur replies pleasantly.
“Your face is a shitty bridge,” Ariadne says darkly, then, “Fine.”
Arthur gives him a very faint smile when he walks by Eames to get back to his desk. Eames feels a rush of feelings he does not want to identify and Googles “romantic fruit baskets” in a fit of desperation. Dear God he has no idea what he’s doing.
— Enumeration by trololoception
“Eames sounds faintly hysterical, and Arthur has to work at not tossing his cup aside, grabbing Eames’ face in his hands, and ordering him to fucking talk already. They have rules about these sorts of things. They can keep secrets if they need to, although over the years the need for secrets has grown less and less, and Arthur can’t exactly shine a light in Eames’ face and interrogate him, no matter how much he might want to.”
— The Habit of Countless Years by laceymcbain
"Your come?" Arthur teases. "Because I don't think you really need me for that."
"But of course I do. I prefer my ejaculate warmed and deposited directly into my gaping maw like a baby bird."
Arthur laughs against Eames' mouth. "Okay, that's actually pretty foul."
"Foul or fowl?" Eames asks with a waggle of his eyebrows while Arthur continues to laugh."
— Number One Recreational Dreamshare Agency by bauble
“So is this how it goes? I propose marriage, and you propose a blowjob?”
“I think that’s a good summary of how this marriage is going to work.”
“How romantic.”
— Under The Weather by squilf
"Monday. Who goes out on a date on a Monday? Oh, that's right. This was Eames' idea."
— The Gold that Stays by deinvati
"Instead of celebrating with Arthur, Eames clutches his head in a truly melodramatic manner and moans, "I can't believe I had to ask those arsemongers for a favor. What's worse: they now all know that I'm seeking gainful employment as an entrepreneur. Like some bloody French fish merchant."
"I'm sensing a lot of class and cultural baggage that I don't really get." Arthur holds out the champagne bottle. "Alcohol?"
— Number One Recreational Dreamshare Agency by bauble
"Which is precisely when a sniper takes them both out with one well-placed shot through the window, splattering their brains all over the door.
Eames wakes up randy and pissed off. He can only imagine that the same happens to Arthur, judging from the annoyed exhale that comes from beside him.
“I don’t think that was what you had in mind when you said this was going to be ‘beyond our wildest dreams’,” Arthur says, after a long stretch of silence."
— Dream Away (And Better Way) by rudimentaryfldair
Eames: Do you think I could fit fifteen marshmallows in my mouth?
Cobb: You're a hazard to society.
Arthur: And a coward. Do twenty.
“Fuck off. I don’t have that kind of self-control,” says Eames, and picks him up, bridal-style.
“What the fuck? Eames!”
“Well, you have to let me carry you over the threshold, darling,” says Eames, taking him upstairs.
“Not until we’re married!”
“This is good practice. I need to get used to hefting you around.”
“Are you saying I’m fat?”
“No, you just weigh a bloody ton.”
“Eames!”
— Under The Weather by @squilf
"Arthur slammed the cast list on Miles’ desk. “What is the meaning of this?”
Miles grinned broadly and slid his glasses farther down his nose so he could peer at Arthur. “I am very glad to hear you are already practicing your lines, Arthur, but Washington says that, not Burr.”
Arthur rolled his eyes. “Why did you cast Eames as Hamilton?” he snarled. "He isn't even American!"
— A New Kind of Stupid by flosculatory, IAmANonnieMouse
"Arthur sits back, his expression thoughtful. “I didn’t think anyone could be as good as my friend claimed. And I was right—except for you.”
“My my, you do know how to make a girl feel special.” Eames leans forward, offering an excellent view of the cleavage of the Persian 30-something woman he’s wearing."
— Chimera by bauble
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