[fic] A photo in the mail
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shannys_cornerTitle: A photo in the mail
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kiyala
Word Count: 462
Fandom: Inception
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Crack, mentions of masturbation
Disclaimer: Inception is the wonderful brainchild of Christopher Nolan
Notes: Saw a photo of Tom Hardy that made me suddenly want to write. Picture is included at the end.
Arthur let the door fall shut behind him, too tired to care about the fact that it would disturb his neighbours. It was three in the morning and he'd just finished the research he needed to do for a job. Things were always that much more difficult without a constant architect and it made him miss the days when he, Dom and Mal were the formidable team they once were.
Running a hand through his hair and not caring that it fell out of place, he sat down at his table and opened up his laptop, mechanically entering his password and preparing to do one final review of his work before finally allowing himself to sleep.
There was a note in the email account he used for work, from Cobb, telling him that he'd sent a document to Arthur's personal account, just to be safe. Not that he needed to, considering how strict Arthur was with his security, but the sentiment was appreciated all the same.
Logging into his personal account, he found two emails; one he was expecting and another that made him frown.
It was from Eames, with the subject IN CASE U MISS ME ;) and had an attachment.
He clicked it very warily .
HELLO ARTHUR,
I'M IN MOMBASA AND I'M MAKING LOTS OF MONEY GAMBLING.
DO YOU MISS ME.
I MISS YOU.
FOUND A PHOTO OF YOU FROM LAST YEAR. JERKED OFF TO IT LAST NIGHT.
TALK TO YOU SOON, YEAH?
XX EAMES.
The picture loaded and Arthur sighed, covering his face with both of his hands and counting to ten. The photo quality was poor; Arthur guessed it was either from Eames' phone, or a second-rate point and shoot that Eames had most probably stolen from a tourist. Eames was standing on what Arthur assumed was the terrace of a building, and the horizon was tilted at an angle that screamed spontaneous self-portrait. More notably, Eames was shirtless, and had added to his collection of tattoos since Arthur had last seen him naked—
Not that it had happened on purpose. Or in a bed. At all.
He was too tired to reason with himself, so instead of listening to the voice saying just close the goddamn tab, this is a bad idea, Arthur hit reply.
Eames.
Your personal activities are your own business and I have absolutely no interest in reading about them.
(Seriously. A photo?)
- Arthur.
PS: Find your caps lock button. Turn it off.
Realising he was too tired to deal with work for the rest of the night, Arthur decided he was going to bed.
But not before he had another good look at the picture Eames had sent him.
"Hypocrite," he muttered to himself as he walked to his bedroom.
x
from http://tomhardy.org/
Author:
kiyalaWord Count: 462
Fandom: Inception
Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Crack, mentions of masturbation
Disclaimer: Inception is the wonderful brainchild of Christopher Nolan
Notes: Saw a photo of Tom Hardy that made me suddenly want to write. Picture is included at the end.
Arthur let the door fall shut behind him, too tired to care about the fact that it would disturb his neighbours. It was three in the morning and he'd just finished the research he needed to do for a job. Things were always that much more difficult without a constant architect and it made him miss the days when he, Dom and Mal were the formidable team they once were.
Running a hand through his hair and not caring that it fell out of place, he sat down at his table and opened up his laptop, mechanically entering his password and preparing to do one final review of his work before finally allowing himself to sleep.
There was a note in the email account he used for work, from Cobb, telling him that he'd sent a document to Arthur's personal account, just to be safe. Not that he needed to, considering how strict Arthur was with his security, but the sentiment was appreciated all the same.
Logging into his personal account, he found two emails; one he was expecting and another that made him frown.
It was from Eames, with the subject IN CASE U MISS ME ;) and had an attachment.
He clicked it very warily .
HELLO ARTHUR,
I'M IN MOMBASA AND I'M MAKING LOTS OF MONEY GAMBLING.
DO YOU MISS ME.
I MISS YOU.
FOUND A PHOTO OF YOU FROM LAST YEAR. JERKED OFF TO IT LAST NIGHT.
TALK TO YOU SOON, YEAH?
XX EAMES.
The picture loaded and Arthur sighed, covering his face with both of his hands and counting to ten. The photo quality was poor; Arthur guessed it was either from Eames' phone, or a second-rate point and shoot that Eames had most probably stolen from a tourist. Eames was standing on what Arthur assumed was the terrace of a building, and the horizon was tilted at an angle that screamed spontaneous self-portrait. More notably, Eames was shirtless, and had added to his collection of tattoos since Arthur had last seen him naked—
Not that it had happened on purpose. Or in a bed. At all.
He was too tired to reason with himself, so instead of listening to the voice saying just close the goddamn tab, this is a bad idea, Arthur hit reply.
Eames.
Your personal activities are your own business and I have absolutely no interest in reading about them.
(Seriously. A photo?)
- Arthur.
PS: Find your caps lock button. Turn it off.
Realising he was too tired to deal with work for the rest of the night, Arthur decided he was going to bed.
But not before he had another good look at the picture Eames had sent him.
"Hypocrite," he muttered to himself as he walked to his bedroom.
from http://tomhardy.org/
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Date: 2010-08-27 02:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-27 02:56 pm (UTC)<3
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Date: 2010-08-27 03:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-27 03:34 pm (UTC)HELLO ARTHUR,
I'M IN MOMBASA AND I'M MAKING LOTS OF MONEY GAMBLING.
DO YOU MISS ME.
I MISS YOU.
FOUND A PHOTO OF YOU FROM LAST YEAR. JERKED OFF TO IT LAST NIGHT.
TALK TO YOU SOON, YEAH?
XX EAMES.
CAN I SAY HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU FOR WRITING THIS (^_^)
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Date: 2010-08-27 03:52 pm (UTC)okay, now i want lots more of this where they start sending each other pictures back and forth (arthur doing so only because eames begs him to over and over, and even then arthur just snaps a sullen shot of himself in a three-piece suit, possibly with an overcoat for good measure), and their pictures and emails get more and more... flirtatious? teasing? HOT?
write that. :D
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Date: 2010-08-27 06:16 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-08-28 02:47 pm (UTC)God, I can't stop laughing. :D
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Date: 2010-08-28 04:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-29 05:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-29 11:40 am (UTC)AND THEN HE'D GO TO HIS ROOM. AND COME BACK. AND LOOK AT IT AGAIN.
OH, ARTHUR, WE KNOW YOU LOVE THESE EGOTISTICAL SELF-PORTRAITS AS MUCH AS WE DO <3
... ALSO.
AT THE RISK OF SOUNDING REALLY LAME, TRY READING THIS WHILE LISTENING TO "MON MANEGE A MOI" BY EDITH PAIF. THE LAWL FACTOR JUST WENT THROUGH THE ROOF AND INTO STRATOSPHERE.
http://ooltra.com/Lyrics.php?a=EdithPiaf&s=MonManegeAMoi
SERIOUSLY JUST PLAY IT AND READ.
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Date: 2010-08-29 06:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-30 05:03 am (UTC)