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I wrote this a year ago and just found it in my In Progress tag. I’m posting it to clear it out, because I don’t think it’ll become anything. Title (official and the fuller version that titles this post) is a paraphrased version of a lyric from Intermittently by the Barenaked Ladies.

Rating: NC-17
Pairing:Eames/Other (implied unrequited Arthur/Eames)
Word Count: ~570
Warnings: Unsafe anonymous sex
Summary: Eames’s desire for Arthur comes out sideways.

Fucking You By Proxy

Eames assesses the man; he’s beautiful, dark, lean. He’s wearing fitted jeans and a tight grey tank with a black shirt unbuttoned over top. He’s has a small silver chain around his neck, a tiny crucifix dangling against his pale skin. He says his name is James, but Eames doesn’t care, just thinks of him as “Black Shirt”. The bar is strictly spit and sawdust, and the man is not quite right but 5 whiskies and he'll do.

Eames takes him to a motel around the corner. They kiss roughly for a few seconds until Eames can't, and shoves him down onto his back and fucks him, perpendicular to the bed. Black Shirt tries a little dirty talk, and Eames covers his mouth, then covers his whole face with one hand, then both, and drives into him hard and fast and desperate. He covers the stranger with his body, hands pushing the man’s face to the side, and gasps into his shoulder.

When he can't take that any more he pulls out, tells Black Shirt to turn over, kneel up. Eames takes him like that, gripping his hip and hooking one hand over his shoulder for leverage, fucking him raw until finally, finally Eames comes.

Afterwards Black Shirt lights a cigarette and offers one to Eames, which he accepts. Black Shirt takes this as his opportunity to talk. He says, "So who is he?"

"Who." says Eames, a reflex that doesn’t come out as a question.

"Whoever you were fucking there. It wasn't me." And at the look on Eames's face, Black Shirt holds up one hand, conciliatory. "No, it's fine. Really. I just figured, you know. It wasn't really me you wanted tonight, and I thought you might want to talk about it."

Eames frowns at him, "Are you a psychiatrist or something? Or just a weekend pop psychologist who's read one too many self-help books? Look, I don't mean to be rude, but you should go now."

"Okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry. I just thought. I don't know. Fine. Fine, I'll go," and Black Shirt pulls on his briefs and jeans, cigarette hanging from his mouth. The ash is too long and Eames itches to hand him an ashtray. "But whoever he is, I'm thinking you should probably talk to him. Because this wasn't just a fuck."

"Of course it was just a fuck."

"Oh, it was with me, I get that. That's all I was in for tonight anyway. But I got the distinct impression that if I HAD been whoever I was supposed to be for you tonight, it most definitely would not have been just a fuck. And maybe you should talk to him about it. Just sayin'," Black Shirt works on the buttons of his fly, belt buckle clanging softly.

Eames is already halfway to standing, a coiled spring of barely contained rage. He takes the cigarette from his mouth and points with it, each gesture an angry stab at the air.

"Look mate, it's none of your fucking business. I think it's in your best interest to find your way out that door as quickly as possible, don't you?"

Black Shirt doesn't bother with the rest of his clothes, just picks up his t-shirt and jacket in a bundle, and with wide eyes that can't be wrenched from this intense beast of a man, hauls his ass out the door without another word.

Date: 2012-11-02 12:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Loved it. Sequel?

Date: 2012-11-02 11:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed it! While I have a sense of who Arthur and Eames are in this verse and a few ideas about what happens, I don't think a continuation is in the cards. I have a few others on the go. I do think that Ariadne happens to see Eames at a bar one day, but seeing that he's working on some twink, she stays away. Of course she notices the more than passing resemblance to Arthur, and figures Eames has a type. Being the bold type, she likely asks Eames straight out if he's ever hit that, meaning Arthur, and Eames starts to get that perhaps he should say something already.

But that's seriously as far as I've thought in this 'verse. Anyway, thanks for reading! ♥

Date: 2012-11-03 12:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
AW This sounds amazing! Maybe when you find time, you'll continue this? *begs*

Date: 2012-11-02 03:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Awww. I liked that. Eames is just a ball of manpain here, isn't he? Can't confront his own feelings, or approach Arthur. :(

Date: 2012-11-02 11:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Yeah, and I imagine him getting really irritated that this one night stand presumes to psychoanalyse him. I honestly don't remember what my impetus was for writing this, but it's probably my first instance of an OC gaining a voice. I just like Eames being grumpy, I think. :D

Date: 2012-11-02 10:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
EEEEEEEEEAMES!! ;___________; BABY, TELL HIM!! fndakfjdsdfs

Unf. You write rough, dirty fucking so well. <3

And this is so well-written. I love that first paragraph. Also, I LOVE YOOOU!!

Date: 2012-11-02 11:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you, bb! ♥ I like to picture this random dude, perfectly aware that he's being shamelessly used, and actually totally okay with that because he's there for his own reasons. Rough stranger-sex. Mmhmm.

Date: 2012-11-04 10:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Random bar dude is more awesome than Eames deserves!

Date: 2012-11-05 04:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Right? I was actually surprised by him when I wrote this. I expected a blank slate, and he came out with a voice and I really liked him. However, in my head, he was out looking for an encounter in which he could be shamelessly used because that's his thing, and that's why he went with Eames. But you're right: better than Eames deserved in this situation.

Date: 2012-11-06 06:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh yes, that totally makes sense!

Date: 2012-11-05 09:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh, yes! I like this - the OC is really strong. I totally understand that there are snippets that never get to be more, but... eh. I love your writing so much bb xxx

Date: 2012-11-05 10:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you! <3 Sometimes I think we just have to chalk these little pieces up to practice and let them go.

Date: 2012-12-11 12:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
This was sad and beautiful. I loved it!

Date: 2012-12-11 06:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you! I do love a bit of angst sometimes. <3


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