fiction: distraction
( distraction ) nc-17, ~500words, Cobb/Eames
Cobb distracts Eames while they're playing a team training game.
A short, slightly cracky, light-hearted, humorous fill for this prompt at inception_kink for cobb_eames ' PFF day.
“Did you hear that?” whispers Eames, panting, gripping his H&K tighter.
Cobb hums in question, making Eames shudder at the vibrations it sends through his dick. He looks down at Cobb, lips stretched around the circumference of his length, straddling one of his legs, rubbing against his calf, and swears under his breath.
Then he hears the noise again.
He looks up to make sure Arthur isn’t trying to cheat from the roof with his bloody SCAR-L rifle. But the glass ceiling is clear, not a shadow in sight. Cobb makes a wet sound, coming off, and wraps a hand around Eames, stroking.
“What’re you looking at?” asks Cobb, voice hoarse.
Eames looks back down at him, enjoying how wrecked he looks. “I keep hearing that noise, I think Arthur, Saito and Ariadne are closing in. Where’s Yusuf?”
“Didn’t you send him to keep watch outside?” Cobb leans up to kiss him, slipping his tongue into Eames’ mouth.
Eames pushes him off. “I did but- he should be keeping a look out all around.”
“He’s just one man,” laughs Cobb, grinding hard against his leg, eyes fluttering shut, “and besides, you deserve it for not being a good comrade when all you’re doing here is getting blown.” He gives a wicked grin and goes back down, bobbing his head up and down, enthusiastic.
“Oh bloody hell- well, if you hurry it up,” grits Eames, free hand fisting in Cobb’s hair, “then I can go and be a good comrade.”
Cobb hums again and he knows how much that gets to Eames. Eames slams the hand holding his gun to the floor and thrusts into Cobb’s mouth, loving the way he just gets it, hands bracketing Eames’ hips and mouth slacking open. He drives in deep, groaning when Cobb’s throat tightens over the head.
“Distracted, huh?”
Eames’ eyes fly open and Arthur is standing over him, Glock aimed right at his head. Cobb doesn’t stop though, instead he seals his mouth completely around Eames’ cock and sucks hard.
“Oh fuck,” he swears as Arthur pulls the trigger, and Eames wakes up, coming.
Seconds later Cobb is sitting up, Arthur, Ariadne, Saito and Yusuf as well, and Eames throws his hands up in the air. “What the hell was that?”
“That’s what you get for thinking about sex when we’re playing training games,” says Arthur, pulling the IV line from his wrist, smirking.
“You were what?” asks Ariadne, mouth opened.
“You said we were gonna win this one, Eames,” says Yusuf, eyes narrowed, betrayal written all over his face.
“I blame this one on Cobb, he coerced me-” Eames turns to look at Cobb, who’s grinning, accepting the roll of cash Arthur gives him. “No.”
Cobb shrugs, tucking the wad into his pocket, beside the bulge in his pants, unashamed. “Arthur strikes a good deal; distraction for cash. And now you’re paying for dinner since you’re the one who died first.”
“Traitor!” roars Eames and Cobb laughs, blows him a kiss. He turns and high fives Arthur, and it’s at times like these that Eames curses their bromantic relationship.
Cobb distracts Eames while they're playing a team training game.
A short, slightly cracky, light-hearted, humorous fill for this prompt at inception_kink for cobb_eames ' PFF day.
“Did you hear that?” whispers Eames, panting, gripping his H&K tighter.
Cobb hums in question, making Eames shudder at the vibrations it sends through his dick. He looks down at Cobb, lips stretched around the circumference of his length, straddling one of his legs, rubbing against his calf, and swears under his breath.
Then he hears the noise again.
He looks up to make sure Arthur isn’t trying to cheat from the roof with his bloody SCAR-L rifle. But the glass ceiling is clear, not a shadow in sight. Cobb makes a wet sound, coming off, and wraps a hand around Eames, stroking.
“What’re you looking at?” asks Cobb, voice hoarse.
Eames looks back down at him, enjoying how wrecked he looks. “I keep hearing that noise, I think Arthur, Saito and Ariadne are closing in. Where’s Yusuf?”
“Didn’t you send him to keep watch outside?” Cobb leans up to kiss him, slipping his tongue into Eames’ mouth.
Eames pushes him off. “I did but- he should be keeping a look out all around.”
“He’s just one man,” laughs Cobb, grinding hard against his leg, eyes fluttering shut, “and besides, you deserve it for not being a good comrade when all you’re doing here is getting blown.” He gives a wicked grin and goes back down, bobbing his head up and down, enthusiastic.
“Oh bloody hell- well, if you hurry it up,” grits Eames, free hand fisting in Cobb’s hair, “then I can go and be a good comrade.”
Cobb hums again and he knows how much that gets to Eames. Eames slams the hand holding his gun to the floor and thrusts into Cobb’s mouth, loving the way he just gets it, hands bracketing Eames’ hips and mouth slacking open. He drives in deep, groaning when Cobb’s throat tightens over the head.
“Distracted, huh?”
Eames’ eyes fly open and Arthur is standing over him, Glock aimed right at his head. Cobb doesn’t stop though, instead he seals his mouth completely around Eames’ cock and sucks hard.
“Oh fuck,” he swears as Arthur pulls the trigger, and Eames wakes up, coming.
Seconds later Cobb is sitting up, Arthur, Ariadne, Saito and Yusuf as well, and Eames throws his hands up in the air. “What the hell was that?”
“That’s what you get for thinking about sex when we’re playing training games,” says Arthur, pulling the IV line from his wrist, smirking.
“You were what?” asks Ariadne, mouth opened.
“You said we were gonna win this one, Eames,” says Yusuf, eyes narrowed, betrayal written all over his face.
“I blame this one on Cobb, he coerced me-” Eames turns to look at Cobb, who’s grinning, accepting the roll of cash Arthur gives him. “No.”
Cobb shrugs, tucking the wad into his pocket, beside the bulge in his pants, unashamed. “Arthur strikes a good deal; distraction for cash. And now you’re paying for dinner since you’re the one who died first.”
“Traitor!” roars Eames and Cobb laughs, blows him a kiss. He turns and high fives Arthur, and it’s at times like these that Eames curses their bromantic relationship.