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Arthur/Eames as jellicles. Posted by request of OneWhoSitsWithTheTurtles. UvU
I’m just looking at it…it’s so ooooooold *sobs*
First of all, I’m looking at this drawing and I LOVE IT TO DEATH. Second, to continue my day’s obsession with Arthur!Mr. Mistoffelees/Eames!Rum Tum Tugger, I decided to write this story. I wanted to try a new style so let me know what you think :)
Kiss Me Through My Makeup (Arthur!Mr. Mistoffelees/Eames!Rum Tum Tugger)
On the first day they were told “no dating co-workers.”
They knew that was just wishful thinking on the part of the director and choreographer.
The first time they worked together Eames sent Arthur a smirk and Arthur elbowed the air out of his lungs.
Their characters had a few scenes together; singing, acting and dancing. This meant that they had a lot of rehearsal time together.
It was the first time someone had to tell Arthur to pay attention in rehearsal.
To Eames it was business as usual.
Both were professional and determined. They began practicing together outside of scheduled rehearsal hours.
With increasing frequency they began grabbing dinner and drinks together afterward.
Practicing lifts became Arthur’s favourite exercise, feeling Eames’ strong hands on his hips and thighs. Eames was grateful for an opportunity to touch and hold Arthur while avoiding their choreographer’s disapproving scrutiny.
The first time they practiced on stage, they could feel eyes on them as they danced and sang together. They knew everyone saw their fluidity and heard their voices blend and resonate together.
It made them smile.
The first time Arthur saw Eames in his Rum Tum Tugger costume he laughed so hard he felt tears streaming down his cheeks.
The first time Eames saw Arthur dressed up as Mr. Mistoffelees he got a scolding from the makeup department after pinning Arthur to the wall and smearing the makeup with his questing lips.
The night before their opening performance they were told to rest their bodies and their voices.
Arthur found himself curled up on Eames’ couch, their lips sweet from strawberries as they slid together.
On opening night when Rum Tum Tugger danced close to Mr. Mistoffelees, audience members in the first few rows might have noticed the caress Rum Tum Tugger brushed along a pale jaw and Mr. Mistoffelees’ soft returning smile before dancing away.
They had two weeks left of performances and they were both growing impatient.
“I want to fuck you.” Eames nipped Arthur’s neck, hard. Makeup would not be pleased.
“How about I fuck you and you can try dancing on Broadway with a sore ass?” Arthur growled, though he didn’t shove Eames off his back.
Eames relented and slid his cock between Arthur’s clenched-together thighs instead. His hand wound around Arthur’s waist to stroke him at the same time as they moved together.
They were loud enough that Eames’ upstairs neighbour knocked something against the ceiling warningly, but that did nothing to quieten them as they came.
At the end of the final show when everyone was taking their bows, Eames dipped Arthur and kissed him full on the mouth in front of the entire theatre.
“Are you coming to the cast party?”
“We’ll meet you there!” Eames shouted back before Arthur sealed their lips together again. The next person who asked through the locked dressing room door got a less friendly response.
Their costumes lay discarded on the floor in a trail towards the room’s sole couch. Mr. Mistoffelees’ suit and Rum Tum Tugger’s spandex and mane of fur. Arthur didn’t have a wig since makeup had just styled his hair into shape, though his cat ears had been lost thanks to Eames’ eager fingers.
Eames’ hands returned to Arthur’s hips as Arthur rose and fell. Their movements showed a familiar rhythm despite the novelty of the encounter. Arthur panted warm air against Eames’ neck and neither of them worried about straining their voices when their bodies arched and shuddered.
Arthur collapsed against Eames and they toppled over.
Arthur nodded and sucked at salty skin.
“What now?” Eames asked against Arthur’s hair, shy.
Arthur rolled them over. Eames’ back rested against the couch and Arthur sat above him. Arthur leaned down until their lips barely touched, their breath mingling. “More,” he said, and then descended.
I’m reblogging this again because I want it to be at the top of my blog. This is what I was excited about today. FFnet took a pretty good swing at my mood today, but I still like this art and this drawing, so I want it visible.