sarahyyy | Drabble: with a taste of your lips I'm on a ride (Arthur/Eames)

Title: with a taste of your lips I'm on a ride
Author:

sarahyyy
Rating: NC-17
Character/Pairing: Arthur/Eames
Word Count: 400
Summary: Eames has detention with Headmaster Arthur.
Warning: Sexual under-age relationship. Headmaster/Student. (Oh yes, I went there.)
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own anything.
A/N: This was written for the prompt "High School AU + a dozen eggs" on Week Eight of

ae_ldws. This also marks the end of my LDWS journey. It was fun while it lasted and wow, I actually made it into the semis! =D

Arthur peers through the rims of his glasses to stare at Eames and sighs. “Mr. Eames, would you like to explain yourself?”

Eames shrugs. “I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about, sir.”

Arthur pinches the bridge of his nose. “You put a tray of eggs on Mr. Fischer’s seat. Mr. Fischer sat on said eggs.”

Eames gives him that wry smirk that Arthur is starting to become acquainted with. “A few of us,” Eames tells him, “were testing out a theory.”

“Is that right?”

“Mm hmm,” Eames agrees, “All in the name of Physics, Headmaster Moss. We were trying to determine how much weight a dozen eggs could stand. Mr. Fischer should be proud of us.”

Arthur stands up slowly and walks around his table until he is standing next to the chair Eames is sitting on and looking down at him. “What is this really about, Eames?”

Eames doesn’t answer but Arthur can hear his breath quicken. “You keep your promises, don’t you?”

Arthur throat dries. “Eames, we’ve talked—”

Eames stands up so quickly he almost knocks the chair behind. “Headmaster Moss,” he murmurs, coming closer to Arthur, “sir, you keep your promises, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” Arthur finally breathes, “I do.”

Eames grins and Arthur’s heart fucking skips and beat and he should be disgusted with himself because he is Eames’ fucking headmaster and there are rules and God, Eames is fucking underage and there are all kinds of wrong stamped on this situation.

But Arthur lets himself hook an arm around Eames’ waist to pull Eames flush against him, lets himself delight at the blush that sneak across Eames’ cheeks. “What do you want, Mr. Eames?”

Eames shudders against him. “Detention, sir.”

Arthur’s lips curl up. “Only detention?”

“And the spanking,” Eames adds hurriedly and grinds against Arthur. “You promised.”

“I told you the last time that I’d spank you if you got into trouble again, didn’t I?” Arthur murmurs against Eames’ jaw.

Eames nods.

“And since then all you’ve been doing was to try to rile Mr. Fischer up.”

Eames nods and Arthur holds on to him, presses feverish kisses against the line of his jaw, trailing down to his neck as Eames’ thrusts turn slightly frantic, holds on to him as Eames comes in his pants right there against him.

“Detention with me after school,” Arthur murmurs against Eames’ hair. “Don’t be late.”