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Title: Prompt: cobb/arthur, handjobs abound
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 660+
Warning: Angst, pwp
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Summary: A series of handjob fics, with an attempt to put plot in them. The first one is pre-Inception, and when it's finished, the second one will be post-Inception. And then the others will be after too, but they're only vague ideas.
Author Notes: I'm rewriting these; this one is done, and the second half (that's going to be entirely different from the one I wrote for the prompt) will be along shortly once I work out the kinks. And then I'm thinking this will be a weekly-updated thing, because I need something I can come back to that's not a thing I'm working on forever/stressing over.

Cobb isn't sure when it happens, but somewhere between one tiny bottle of mini-bar alcohol and three or five (including the Jack Daniels), Arthur's hand finds its way into his pocket. It's a little shocking, but Arthur seems to think it's normal, so Cobb lies back. He grunts a little as his point man wriggles his fingers, but then somewhere between Arthur's hand leaving one pocket and moving to the other, Cobb's dick gets ideas.

"Come on, Cobb, I asked you where your key is - oh," Arthur's breath is a warm puff on Cobb's neck, above his collar. Cobb's sprawled out on Arthur's bed, and had moved onto Arthur's mini-bar after demolishing his own. It's not only the haze of alcohol that makes him grunt again though, this time more in satisfaction, when Arthur is deliberately grazing his hardening cock. "Really?" Arthur asks, leaning even closer, even further over Cobb, his nose touching Cobb's cheek.

Cobb thinks of all the nights he's wandered into Arthur's room, sharing dinner from room service, or pizza, or dining on mini-bar candy and snacks. He thinks of the nights like this one, when he showed up more than halfway drunk at Arthur's hotel door. He thinks of the places he could be, of where he'd rather be, and decides that if he can't have this with everything else, he'll take what he can get. Until he can get home, he will take what comfort he can.

He turns his head and catches Arthur's lips in a kiss, lazy and slow on his end, because he's pretty content to lie back and let it all happen. Arthur, though - he seems to have plans. It's as if the floodgates open for him and suddenly he's everywhere on Cobb; Arthur's sitting on his legs, wrapping one hand around the back of his head to hold him still while they kiss even harder, one had pulling out of Cobb's pocket only to open his pants and cup him, gripping hard before moving in.

Right in, oh, and everything seems to blur. Arthur moves quickly, running a hand down Cobb's chest, hooking fingers around his belt and tugging his pants down the swell of his ass. Cobb decides he wants to participate during this and shifts up, helping get his pants down while grinding up into Arthur.

Arthur groans, and kisses him harder. Cobb likes the way Arthur presses him into the mattress almost as much as he likes the way Arthur only breaks the kiss to lick up his hand so he can jack Cobb's dick smoothly, quickly, thoroughly. It doesn't take long before Cobb is thrusting up hard, as far as he can get into Arthur's fist, coming and coming and it seems to go on forever.

When Cobb reciprocates he's heavy-limbed and sleepy about it. He's jerking Arthur off in a daze, barely staying awake long enough to wipe his hand on Arthur's bed after he shoots long pulsing ropes of come all over Cobb's hand. Arthur's weight is comfortable, and he smells familiar.

Cobb's awake enough to hear Arthur say, "Shit, shit, shit," and to feel him leave the bed. He reaches toward the door just as Arthur exits, closing it with a firm and final 'click.' When he wakes up the next morning and can't find the key to his room, he knows where to find Arthur, but he's strangely reluctant. The shower Cobb takes feels good, and when he does make his way to his room, they have only a moment of awkwardness before Arthur lapses into their normal routine.

It takes Cobb less than an hour before he realizes he has no idea what to do about it, and then most of the day before he decides that he will do something, without being sure what. He looks at Arthur and hates that apparently, they have to talk about what happened. Cobb decides he'll try right after they meet up with Nash.
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