Summary: Based on the prompt of Strawberries. Eames is in the warehouse sucking the everloving fuck out of them, making obscene sounds and it's driving Arthur crazy.
Rating/warnings: NC-17 for semi-public sex, dirty oral, and uh, doing obscene things to a piece of fruit.
Word count: ~1100
Spoilers: None, just porn.
A/N: Thanks to shes_gone for everything she does! ♥ Title from Chairlift's Bruises.
He did this on purpose.
Eames sat at the opposite end of the work table, feet propped up on the chair next to him, eating from a box of strawberries in his lap. Ariadne had dragged him to the farmer’s market that morning, and they’d come back with more fruits and vegetables than they knew what to do with. Eames had claimed the strawberries for himself and was eating them straight from the box, making obscene slurping noises as he bit into the fruit. After each berry, he sucked each finger into his mouth one by one, licking the juice from his fingers.
"Could you please eat somewhere else?" said Arthur, trying to sound less exasperated than he felt.
Eames looked up as if surprised, but of course Arthur knew better. "Oh, I’m sorry. Am I making too much noise?"
"I’m trying to work," Arthur said, indicating the laptop in front of him.
"Sorry," said Eames, choosing another berry from the box. "I’ll be more quiet then."
But it wasn’t just the noise he was making. Eames ate strawberries like they were his last meal on earth, like he’d never tasted anything so brilliant in his entire life and couldn’t get enough. His lips were red and wet, and every once in a while his tongue would dart out to collect a drop of juice from the corner of his mouth.
But Arthur refused to give in to distraction. Eames continued molesting his box of strawberries, making light smacking noises every time he licked his lips, and Arthur stared at his computer screen, covering Eames’s noises with angry tapping at his keyboard.
Arthur worked this way for a few minutes until he noticed that Eames had almost gone silent. He looked up just in time to see Eames swallow deeply, eyes fluttering closed in bliss, then groan, a gutteral, low-pitched sound that went straight to Arthur’s cock.
He could have killed him.
Eames selected another strawberry and mouthed it obscenely, swirling his tongue over the tip before sliding the entire thing into his mouth. When he finally bit into the fruit, Arthur snapped his laptop shut and stood from his chair.
"All right?" asked Eames innocently, taking another strawberry from the box and stroking it idly with the pad of his thumb.
"I need some coffee," Arthur lied.
The warehouse had one bathroom with just a toilet and a sink with a mirror above it. The lock on the door was broken and had been for weeks, but everyone knew to knock first, and Arthur was too worked up to worry about it. Swiftly, he stood over the toilet, unzipped his trousers and shoved his briefs down to mid-thigh, and wrapped a hand around his cock. He was completely hard, briefs spotted with pre-come, and Arthur knew it wouldn’t take long, particularly with the images flashing through his mind. A few strokes and he was already biting his lower lip, pushing into his own hand--
"Need a little help with that?"
Arthur looked up, panicked, to see Eames standing with the doorway, his red-stained lips curled into a devilish smirk. Arthur sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Jesus, do you ever knock?"
Eames closed the door behind him. "Well, I knew you were in here," he said reasonably. "And I knew what you were doing. Didn’t see much point."
"You’re such an asshole," said Arthur, without feeling.
Eames grinned. "Well, go on then. Don’t let me stop you," he said, nodding at Arthur’s hand, which was still wrapped firmly around his cock. "Unless you’d rather I..."
Arthur tried to glare at him, but instead felt his shoulders slump in defeat. Eames stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and crowded Arthur against the tile wall next to the toilet. Arthur rested his hand on Eames’s shoulder as Eames slithered down to his knees.
Eames’s mouth was warm and sticky, and when his lips closed over the head of Arthur’s cock, Arthur sighed and let his head fall back against the wall behind him. His fingers found the side of Eames’s face, holding him there as gently as he could manage. Eames tugged Arthur’s trousers and briefs down to his ankles and pushed his legs open.
Eames knew how to get Arthur off quickly, knew all the places that made him writhe and buck and groan. He licked a stripe down the underside of Arthur’s cock, then swirled his tongue over Arthur’s sac, and Arthur had to hold his breath to keep from moaning out loud. Eames’s hand was wrapped around Arthur’s cock, pumping him slowly, as he took one of Arthur’s balls into his mouth.
"Oh, fuck," Arthur babbled, his fingers finding the back of Eames’s head and pulling him closer. "God, oh--" His hips were jerking, and he realized that he was attempting to fuck Eames’s mouth, or his hand, or whatever, and Eames was letting him. He swiped a calloused thumb over the tip of Arthur’s cock, and Arthur made an unintelligible noise at the back of his throat.
"Gonna--" he said quickly, and Eames slid Arthur’s cock back into his mouth, sucking hard on the tip. Arthur came in a blind rush, bucking into Eames’s mouth and twisting his fingers into Eames’s hair. Eames kept sucking until Arthur was slumped bonelessly against the wall, hand resting on top of Eames’s head like a dead weight. Arthur watched through hooded eyelids as Eames tucked him back into his trousers and rose to his feet.
"A bit worked up, were we?" said Eames, and Arthur tugged him forward by the collar of his shirt and kissed him. He could taste himself on Eames’s tongue, along with a faint sweetness from the strawberries. Eames pressed him against the wall, hand splayed against the tile, and returned the kiss hungrily.
"I’ll get you back for this later," Arthur murmured against his mouth. He kissed him once more, then ducked under Eames’s arm and walked out of the bathroom.
"Looking forward to it!" Eames called after him.
That afternoon, Arthur claimed all of the bananas.