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Ficlet: untitled shower/hustler drabble
A friend posted a picture to inspire drabbles a week ago, and boy, was I inspired...
Title: untitled
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salixbabylon
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 141
Disclaimer: Credit goes to Christopher Nolan. I just like making them do naughty things.
Notes:Okay, I don't know where this is going, but suddenly, I want write a whole case-fic where one of them has to play a hustler, and Eames simply refuses to let Arthur even try... (un-beated, un-proofed, un-everything)
Arthur slowly teased the wet material up and over his head, letting it catch on his face as he arched his back, eyes closing in a parody of modesty.
Eames was watching through the door, he knew, and Eames knew that he knew, but they were both enjoying the show anyway.
The water had made his usually slicked-back hair go curly, and the prim tie, sweater-vest, and button-down shirt had been discarded, along with his shoes and socks, long before Eames had pushed him into the bathroom and told him to cool down.
Arthur licked his lips, letting the shirt fall to the tiles with a splat. "Still think I couldn't have made a convincing twink hustler?"
Eames chuckled, shaking his head. "You've missed the point entirely, darling; You're so lovely no one could ever afford to pay what you're worth."
Title: untitled
Author:
salixbabylonPairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 141
Disclaimer: Credit goes to Christopher Nolan. I just like making them do naughty things.
Notes:Okay, I don't know where this is going, but suddenly, I want write a whole case-fic where one of them has to play a hustler, and Eames simply refuses to let Arthur even try... (un-beated, un-proofed, un-everything)
Arthur slowly teased the wet material up and over his head, letting it catch on his face as he arched his back, eyes closing in a parody of modesty.
Eames was watching through the door, he knew, and Eames knew that he knew, but they were both enjoying the show anyway.
The water had made his usually slicked-back hair go curly, and the prim tie, sweater-vest, and button-down shirt had been discarded, along with his shoes and socks, long before Eames had pushed him into the bathroom and told him to cool down.
Arthur licked his lips, letting the shirt fall to the tiles with a splat. "Still think I couldn't have made a convincing twink hustler?"
Eames chuckled, shaking his head. "You've missed the point entirely, darling; You're so lovely no one could ever afford to pay what you're worth."
