In States of Metamorphosis
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: PG-13
Warning: College tomfollery
Summary: Eames decides that the idea of showing up at Arthur's dorm is an extremely good idea.
Word Count: 539
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“It’s just like magic,” Arthur greets Eames dryly “I mention my roommate’s gone for the night and you show up within minutes.”
“Aren’t you happy to see me, Arthur?” Eames was out of place in the residence hall. Eames worked in the city and he and Arthur had met off campus, and hadn’t realized their eight year age difference until after some drunken tumbling.
Now Eames never missed an opportunity to boast about his ‘young, sexy, nubile, undergraduate boyfriend’. He normally chose to announce it in public settings, and in a voice that Arthur generally didn’t deem to be an ‘inside voice’.
“Delighted.” Arthur opened the door all the way so that he could glare more effectively at Eames. He tapped the pen he was still holding loosely in his hand against his thigh. “How did you even get in here?”
Eames was leaning against the concrete wall with a particularly smug grin on his face “Dormitory security is subpar as far as I’m concerned.”
“Clearly,” Arthur rolled his eyes, slouching into his doorway and idly eyeing his RA’s door down the hall. “I take it they’re hoping that theft, harassment and sexual assault magically disappear on their own.”
Eames seemed delighted at Arthur’s retort and herded forward into the undergraduate’s doorway “I’ll show you sexual assault,” he mutters, placing his hands possessively on Arthur’s waist.
“Mrmph,” Arthur stumbled back a bit when their lips met in an embrace a bit more heated then he had expected. His socks weren’t doing much as far as grip was concerned. Arthur was breathing raggedly by the time they broke apart and was hoping that Cobb, the RA, wasn’t around the hall. “That’s certainly not the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
“If you want me to be romantic,” Eames began, tugging Arthur’s t-shirt and bringing them close together again “Then I’m certainly amenable to pulling out the bloody poetry if need be.”
Arthur knew it wasn’t an idle threat. He’d once made a similar statement and then been forced to endure Eames reciting Samuel Taylor Coleridge mid-coitus.
Arthur got distracted by the kissing again, which he definitely wasn’t protesting, but when Eames began shuffling them into Arthur’s room and towards the bed Arthur shoved at Eames and demanded “Close my door.”
“Are we not feeling adventurous this evening? You are a demonstration I would love to show.”
“Eames, shut the damn door or leave. Without sex.”
Eames huffed out a put upon sigh and travelled back the five feet that was necessary to shove the door closed. “It’s not like they haven’t heard everything we’ve said anyway. Concrete’s not exactly the most soundproof material, darling.”
“I don’t care,” Arthur reached back out to wrap his arms around Eames again. “They can hear us fuck from behind a closed door, not an open one.”
“Ah, so there is a little exhibitionist in you, pet.”
“You can stop sounding so delighted anytime.”
Eames grinned “Mm, guess I’ll get down to business then.”
Arthur just rolled his eyes. Sometimes, with older British boyfriends in particular, it was easier to just shut a person up than to waste time telling them to shut up. Eames was particularly responsive to this type of approach.
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Other ficlets of mine (Unrelated to each other):
Ariadne asks Dom a question she doesn't immediately understand the importance of. Gen.
Arthur wonders why he just noticed that he and Eames live together, A/E
"It will eat you up," Miles tells her. Ariadne-centric
Eames slides the platinum band onto Arthur's finger while the other man sleeps beside him. A/E
Rating: PG-13
Warning: College tomfollery
Summary: Eames decides that the idea of showing up at Arthur's dorm is an extremely good idea.
Word Count: 539
X-_X-_X
“It’s just like magic,” Arthur greets Eames dryly “I mention my roommate’s gone for the night and you show up within minutes.”
“Aren’t you happy to see me, Arthur?” Eames was out of place in the residence hall. Eames worked in the city and he and Arthur had met off campus, and hadn’t realized their eight year age difference until after some drunken tumbling.
Now Eames never missed an opportunity to boast about his ‘young, sexy, nubile, undergraduate boyfriend’. He normally chose to announce it in public settings, and in a voice that Arthur generally didn’t deem to be an ‘inside voice’.
“Delighted.” Arthur opened the door all the way so that he could glare more effectively at Eames. He tapped the pen he was still holding loosely in his hand against his thigh. “How did you even get in here?”
Eames was leaning against the concrete wall with a particularly smug grin on his face “Dormitory security is subpar as far as I’m concerned.”
“Clearly,” Arthur rolled his eyes, slouching into his doorway and idly eyeing his RA’s door down the hall. “I take it they’re hoping that theft, harassment and sexual assault magically disappear on their own.”
Eames seemed delighted at Arthur’s retort and herded forward into the undergraduate’s doorway “I’ll show you sexual assault,” he mutters, placing his hands possessively on Arthur’s waist.
“Mrmph,” Arthur stumbled back a bit when their lips met in an embrace a bit more heated then he had expected. His socks weren’t doing much as far as grip was concerned. Arthur was breathing raggedly by the time they broke apart and was hoping that Cobb, the RA, wasn’t around the hall. “That’s certainly not the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
“If you want me to be romantic,” Eames began, tugging Arthur’s t-shirt and bringing them close together again “Then I’m certainly amenable to pulling out the bloody poetry if need be.”
Arthur knew it wasn’t an idle threat. He’d once made a similar statement and then been forced to endure Eames reciting Samuel Taylor Coleridge mid-coitus.
Arthur got distracted by the kissing again, which he definitely wasn’t protesting, but when Eames began shuffling them into Arthur’s room and towards the bed Arthur shoved at Eames and demanded “Close my door.”
“Are we not feeling adventurous this evening? You are a demonstration I would love to show.”
“Eames, shut the damn door or leave. Without sex.”
Eames huffed out a put upon sigh and travelled back the five feet that was necessary to shove the door closed. “It’s not like they haven’t heard everything we’ve said anyway. Concrete’s not exactly the most soundproof material, darling.”
“I don’t care,” Arthur reached back out to wrap his arms around Eames again. “They can hear us fuck from behind a closed door, not an open one.”
“Ah, so there is a little exhibitionist in you, pet.”
“You can stop sounding so delighted anytime.”
Eames grinned “Mm, guess I’ll get down to business then.”
Arthur just rolled his eyes. Sometimes, with older British boyfriends in particular, it was easier to just shut a person up than to waste time telling them to shut up. Eames was particularly responsive to this type of approach.
X-_X-_X
Other ficlets of mine (Unrelated to each other):
Ariadne asks Dom a question she doesn't immediately understand the importance of. Gen.
Arthur wonders why he just noticed that he and Eames live together, A/E
"It will eat you up," Miles tells her. Ariadne-centric
Eames slides the platinum band onto Arthur's finger while the other man sleeps beside him. A/E