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strokeof_genie) wrote2010-08-15 01:23 pm
strokeof_genie) wrote2010-08-15 01:23 pm
Entry tags:
Inception slash; Arthur/Cobb; hard R
Title: Prompt: Cobb/Arthur, grown up sexting, tie!kink
Rating: Hard R, light NC17?
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Cobb
Word Count: 1,165
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Summary: Get-together fic where Cobb cares about Arthur, his ties, and his attention to grammar and punctuation.
Author Notes: Another lengthened fill for the kink meme. I'm sure you guys can guess who the "A" is, in here.
***
I miss grown-up clothes. Arthur reads off his phone, and double-checks to see that Cobb really is the one who sent it. He tries to figure it out, but before he can, another text comes. I thought that I would like to wear a suit and tie to Phillipa's recital just to indulge myself, but it would probably be a mistake.
Why a mistake? Arthur texts back, sipping his coffee, setting the cup down next to the Sunday paper. Suits are sharp, professional, and make people stand to attention.
Last time I wore a tie I used it to jerk off later, pretending it was yours. Arthur stops there, rereading the first line of the text over and over and over again. His phone creaks a little from his tightened grip on it, and his cock is hardening, but he refuses to reach under the table to palm himself until he finishes the rest of the text. I don't want the associated memories causing trouble for me, you know?
Arthur really doesn't know, but he really wants to find out. He types out, I can see how that would be a problem. He has to erase and retype a couple of times; his hand is shaking, and the other one is busy under the table with his dick, rubbing through his clothes. But now every time I wear a tie, I'll be thinking about you doing that. Arthur hits send, and waits.
And waits. He waits five minutes , hating that it feels like fifteen, and is sure his long silence in between texts scared Cobb off. He's not sure why Cobb started this in the first place, but he's about to buy plane tickets to see him, to see Phillipa's recital, to blow Cobb while the man holds onto his tie to keep him close and choking on his dick.
That thought makes Arthur's cock spurt a little, sticky and wet in his slacks, under his hand. His phone vibrates, indicating a new text, and the display tells him he has a new text from Cobb. Arthur's palm presses down harder, and he comes hard, the friction of his clothes and his thighs and his hand helping to finish him off just as much as Cobb's text, saying, Check your email for ticket confirmation, because your flight leaves in 2 hrs. Tying your hands together with the tie you're wearing and fucking you when we get home.
Arthur groans, and winces when his sensitive and still half-hard cock jumps. What about with your tie? He texts, his fingers shaky and uncoordinated.
I think you'll wrap it around your dick and jerk off with it, on our way from the airport. Cobb's text reads, and Arthur lets out a low moan. He thumbs the call button, wanting to talk to Cobb, to ask how long he's staying or how much the tickets were or if it's all right to sleep in his bed, with the kids down the hall. He doesn't, because he isn't sure about what answers he'll get.
Suddenly Cobb is calling him, and when Arthur says hello he's surprised by how fucked out he sounds, and he's painfully aware now of the mess he's left in his clothes.
"Tell me this is all right," Cobb says, his breathing uneven. There's rustling that Arthur can hear, and he hopes Cobb is doing what he just did. The thought makes him moan. "Oh," Cobb groans, hearing him.
"Yes, it's all right, it's," Arthur says, and trails off, because Cobb's low groan, his shuddering breath, are all telling Arthur that he just heard Cobb come. "God, Cobb," Arthur moans, refusing to do anything other than press the heel of his hand down onto his growing bugle. "I want to suck you off," Arthur can't stop himself from saying it, now that he can, and has a good reason to. "I can't wait," Arthur confesses, biting his lip.
"Arthur," Cobb moans, sounding pained. "You should probably start packing," Cobb suggests a few moments later, his breathing still off. He doesn't add it, but Arthur knows he'll be packing his softest, most expensive ties. Cobb will but him new ones for every one they destroy.
***
When Arthur gets to California, Cobb makes good on all of his promises. He adds a few of his ideas to Arthur's fantasies, and Arthur's knees are bruised from first hitting them on the glove compartment box in Cobb's sedan, and then from kneeling at the foot of Cobb's bed, and then from when they decided to take a shower but got distracted on the tiled floor before they made it past the glass doors.
Arthur and Cobb enjoy Phillipa's ballet recital, and neither wear ties. Arthur's wrist cuffs stay buttoned the entire night due to the chafed skin under them; he forgets himself during sex, sometimes, and reaches for Cobb with no way to actually touch. Cobb's fingertips stray under the cuffs sometimes throughout the recital, and Arthur isn't sure if it helped any, that they didn't wear ties.
Arthur stays a week before he gets a call, in front of Cobb, about a business proposal. The woman is contacting him because she got his number from Eames, she says, and thinks that this case would be right up his alley. Arthur doesn't think about it for more than five seconds, and he's proud of that. "I'm not taking any new work right now, but thank Mr. Eames for his consideration," he says, and knows that while he never has to work again, he will eventually. Just not while Cobb isn't.
"Eames, hmm?" Cobb asks, and Arthur watches as he pulls out his own phone. They're sitting at the counter, Arthur having made a more complicated breakfast for himself and Cobb than the simple omelets he has made the children since his arrival. Eggs Benedict was a favorite of Cobb's before, and he smiled when he saw the plates Arthur was finishing as he walked into the kitchen, so Arthur counted it as a victory.
"Cobb, what are you doing?" Arthur asks, amused as he watches Cobb pull up Eames' number. He's reading over Cobb's shoulder, and he knows it's impolite. Cobb listened to his conversation, though, so Arthur is willing to continue with the boundaries Cobb sets.
"Warning him off my point man," Cobb says, and Arthur's eyebrows rise. Did u just get some girl 2 call arthur away from my house 4 a job? Cobb asks via text, and Arthur's eyebrows can't possibly go any higher. "What?" Cobb asks, looking at the text before sending it. "Oh, well. You wouldn't have taken me seriously if I'd texted you like that, would you?"
"I'm honored that you will obey the rules of grammar and punctuation for me, Cobb," Arthur says, and lets Cobb kiss him. He smiles a little when Eames texts them, U 2 should come coz A's in, and when Cobb looks a little tempted. They both decline, but it's a matter of time.
Rating: Hard R, light NC17?
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Cobb
Word Count: 1,165
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Summary: Get-together fic where Cobb cares about Arthur, his ties, and his attention to grammar and punctuation.
Author Notes: Another lengthened fill for the kink meme. I'm sure you guys can guess who the "A" is, in here.
***
I miss grown-up clothes. Arthur reads off his phone, and double-checks to see that Cobb really is the one who sent it. He tries to figure it out, but before he can, another text comes. I thought that I would like to wear a suit and tie to Phillipa's recital just to indulge myself, but it would probably be a mistake.
Why a mistake? Arthur texts back, sipping his coffee, setting the cup down next to the Sunday paper. Suits are sharp, professional, and make people stand to attention.
Last time I wore a tie I used it to jerk off later, pretending it was yours. Arthur stops there, rereading the first line of the text over and over and over again. His phone creaks a little from his tightened grip on it, and his cock is hardening, but he refuses to reach under the table to palm himself until he finishes the rest of the text. I don't want the associated memories causing trouble for me, you know?
Arthur really doesn't know, but he really wants to find out. He types out, I can see how that would be a problem. He has to erase and retype a couple of times; his hand is shaking, and the other one is busy under the table with his dick, rubbing through his clothes. But now every time I wear a tie, I'll be thinking about you doing that. Arthur hits send, and waits.
And waits. He waits five minutes , hating that it feels like fifteen, and is sure his long silence in between texts scared Cobb off. He's not sure why Cobb started this in the first place, but he's about to buy plane tickets to see him, to see Phillipa's recital, to blow Cobb while the man holds onto his tie to keep him close and choking on his dick.
That thought makes Arthur's cock spurt a little, sticky and wet in his slacks, under his hand. His phone vibrates, indicating a new text, and the display tells him he has a new text from Cobb. Arthur's palm presses down harder, and he comes hard, the friction of his clothes and his thighs and his hand helping to finish him off just as much as Cobb's text, saying, Check your email for ticket confirmation, because your flight leaves in 2 hrs. Tying your hands together with the tie you're wearing and fucking you when we get home.
Arthur groans, and winces when his sensitive and still half-hard cock jumps. What about with your tie? He texts, his fingers shaky and uncoordinated.
I think you'll wrap it around your dick and jerk off with it, on our way from the airport. Cobb's text reads, and Arthur lets out a low moan. He thumbs the call button, wanting to talk to Cobb, to ask how long he's staying or how much the tickets were or if it's all right to sleep in his bed, with the kids down the hall. He doesn't, because he isn't sure about what answers he'll get.
Suddenly Cobb is calling him, and when Arthur says hello he's surprised by how fucked out he sounds, and he's painfully aware now of the mess he's left in his clothes.
"Tell me this is all right," Cobb says, his breathing uneven. There's rustling that Arthur can hear, and he hopes Cobb is doing what he just did. The thought makes him moan. "Oh," Cobb groans, hearing him.
"Yes, it's all right, it's," Arthur says, and trails off, because Cobb's low groan, his shuddering breath, are all telling Arthur that he just heard Cobb come. "God, Cobb," Arthur moans, refusing to do anything other than press the heel of his hand down onto his growing bugle. "I want to suck you off," Arthur can't stop himself from saying it, now that he can, and has a good reason to. "I can't wait," Arthur confesses, biting his lip.
"Arthur," Cobb moans, sounding pained. "You should probably start packing," Cobb suggests a few moments later, his breathing still off. He doesn't add it, but Arthur knows he'll be packing his softest, most expensive ties. Cobb will but him new ones for every one they destroy.
***
When Arthur gets to California, Cobb makes good on all of his promises. He adds a few of his ideas to Arthur's fantasies, and Arthur's knees are bruised from first hitting them on the glove compartment box in Cobb's sedan, and then from kneeling at the foot of Cobb's bed, and then from when they decided to take a shower but got distracted on the tiled floor before they made it past the glass doors.
Arthur and Cobb enjoy Phillipa's ballet recital, and neither wear ties. Arthur's wrist cuffs stay buttoned the entire night due to the chafed skin under them; he forgets himself during sex, sometimes, and reaches for Cobb with no way to actually touch. Cobb's fingertips stray under the cuffs sometimes throughout the recital, and Arthur isn't sure if it helped any, that they didn't wear ties.
Arthur stays a week before he gets a call, in front of Cobb, about a business proposal. The woman is contacting him because she got his number from Eames, she says, and thinks that this case would be right up his alley. Arthur doesn't think about it for more than five seconds, and he's proud of that. "I'm not taking any new work right now, but thank Mr. Eames for his consideration," he says, and knows that while he never has to work again, he will eventually. Just not while Cobb isn't.
"Eames, hmm?" Cobb asks, and Arthur watches as he pulls out his own phone. They're sitting at the counter, Arthur having made a more complicated breakfast for himself and Cobb than the simple omelets he has made the children since his arrival. Eggs Benedict was a favorite of Cobb's before, and he smiled when he saw the plates Arthur was finishing as he walked into the kitchen, so Arthur counted it as a victory.
"Cobb, what are you doing?" Arthur asks, amused as he watches Cobb pull up Eames' number. He's reading over Cobb's shoulder, and he knows it's impolite. Cobb listened to his conversation, though, so Arthur is willing to continue with the boundaries Cobb sets.
"Warning him off my point man," Cobb says, and Arthur's eyebrows rise. Did u just get some girl 2 call arthur away from my house 4 a job? Cobb asks via text, and Arthur's eyebrows can't possibly go any higher. "What?" Cobb asks, looking at the text before sending it. "Oh, well. You wouldn't have taken me seriously if I'd texted you like that, would you?"
"I'm honored that you will obey the rules of grammar and punctuation for me, Cobb," Arthur says, and lets Cobb kiss him. He smiles a little when Eames texts them, U 2 should come coz A's in, and when Cobb looks a little tempted. They both decline, but it's a matter of time.
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This pairing needs more love.
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Yes it does need more love! It's kind of obvious that it's my otp, but I wish I could read more of it instead of writing it. :/ I haven't looked at any communities recently, maybe there's more.
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Although I have to admit, my favorite part was probably the last two paragraphs. Hilarious but somehow so believable. xD
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Hahaha, I'm glad you liked those two paragraphs, because I added those on a whim, lol.
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"I think you'll wrap it around your dick and jerk off with it, on our way from the airport. "
HNNNGH brb, bed.
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♥ :D
I am going to friend you, oka
y? :)
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"Warning him off my point man," This is adorable. (:
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And it is an underrated pairing! :( Arthur's loyalty to Cobb, Cobb's need for Arthur, it's all in the movie!
♥
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"I'm honored that you will obey the rules of grammar and punctuation for me,
Heh, loved that. :D
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Hahaha, I'm glad you liked that part.