My disclaimer is that this is SO not an official part of the Steinway!verse. This is, in fact, the sort of thing my editor Lately and I get up to on chat now and then. See, we are seven hours apart time zone wise. I was up late late and she was up early early and she was writing an essay for school and I was cheering her on with...well, with this.
me: write your paper yo
Maybe I will tell you about how Arthur greets Eames this one time
Lately: greets him?
me: Eames has just gotten back from somewhere
Late at night
jet lagged as fuck
Lately: mtg at airport?
me: no
Eames just slips in
Lately: ♥
me: Took a cab prolly
Maybe he's only been away for a weekend or something
Anyway
doesn't want to wake Arthur
It's like 3:30 a.m.
brb
Lately: ok
so tempted to make another cup of tea
me: Make tea then
tea is great
so
Lately: I literally just finished a cup
me: Eames slips into bed
Lately: might give it five mins
me: careful to not shift the mattress too much
because he doesn't want to wake Arthur
Lately: oh eames
me: Maybe some little tiny voice inside is head is like
it's sad that this is so routine now
we don't do the joyful reunion thing anymore
Lately: AW.
me: But the rest of Eames is like
oh shut up
and goes to sleep
not snuggling into Arthur even though he really really wants to
The next morning Eames sleeps late -- late for him anyway
like 10 a.m. or so
On the edges of his consciousness, he's sort of aware that Arthur has gotten up
the sounds are comingled with dreams
The toilet flushing, the shush of water into the kettle
the flap of the newspaper
eventually, the shower and the thumping of Arthur's feet in the tub
Arthur's not being noisy at all
Not enough to really push Eames fully awake
it's actually kind of soporific because Eames knows all these sounds
Lately: awww
me: Finally Arthur comes quietly into the bedroom
Eames shifts a little, becoming aware of the light slanting in the window, of all the little places his body has been too still, things he needs to stretch out but not quite yet, not quite yet.
Eames cracks open his eyelids a little because he's pretty sure Arthur is coming in to get dressed which means he's probably either naked or just wearing a towel
and it's always good to get a nice peek in
Jackpot
Naked Arthur bum
Lately: ♥
me: Arthur isn't going into the closet for clothes though.
He's just carefully hanging his robe up on the back of the door.
When he turns around Eames realizes Arthur is hard
For a second he's like
hey
no fair
I had nothing to do with that
and then his brain wakes up a little more and he realizes that it doesn't make sense -- if Arthur was going to deal with that problem, he'd've done it in the shower just now.
Lately: \o/
me: "You up?" Arthur asks gently, probably seeing Eames moving a little, craning his head for a better view
"I would ask you the same but the answer's clear," Eames returns.
Pointedly, if you'll excuse the pun.
Lately: :FD
lkjdf;lk
me: Arthur doesn't look embarrassed in the least
this is not the Arthur of yesteryear
Instead he just lifts one corner of his mouth.
"You done sleeping, is what I meant," he clarifies.
"Now I am," Eames says. "Bring that over here."
Lately: hell to the yeah.
me: Arthur brings it over with alacrity, kneeing onto the bed and settling with thighs splayed over Eames' chest
Eames strokes up and down those thighs a few times
he likes the dragging feeling when he rubs the hair the wrong way
Arthur is less impressed
He kneels up a little and paints the head of his cock (wet) over Eames' mouth
It's not subtle as hints go
Lately: not so much, no
me: Eames refrains from making this observation though
What he really wants to know is how Arthur got himself into this state
But now doesn't seem the moment
Besides, Eames' mouth is full
In a moment, his hands are full too
He slides them back to hold Arthur's arse steady
Arthur is bracing himself with his hand flat on the wall over the bed
he's probably just moisturized or something, Eames thinks
Arthur is a demon with the skincare regimen
Anyway, Arthur doesn't seem to notice it
but his palm is leaving very lightly sheened marks on the painted wall over the headboard.
Eames will not point these out later
He will lie in bed and grin up at them
Lately: ♥
awwwwww
handprints should not be adorbs and yet
me: Arthur's strong elegant fingers splayed wide like an echo
of this morning
Lately: (ps i love this but don't forget to sleep, ms sore throat)
me: I am nearly done
hahaha
Lately: ♥
me: You are still writing?
Lately: yes
me: okay, just checking
hahaha
Lately: 743
me: Halfway ftw!
Lately: SLOW PROGRESS.
me: You are great
♥
Okay, so
handprint
Eames is distracted by it
He's sort of craning up to look at it, which is making Arthur's cock slip a little out of his mouth, which is in turn making Arthur a little impatient with him
Eames settles back down in apology and readjusts his grip on Arthur's butt
butt is such a gross word
make that bum
hahaha
Lately: bum bum bum bum
I should c/p this into the essay
no one'll notice, right?
me: Anyway, one of Eames' hands misses its mark a little and suddenly his fingers are sliding over the slippery cleft of Arthur's bum bum bum bum
Slippery?
Eames asks
Well, not literally
because as previously mentioned
mouth full
But he asks with his eyebrows
It probably is kind of a funny face, he reflects later
and is glad that Arthur isn't one to carry a camera on his naked person for just such occasions
Arthur's response is, instead, a quirk of the lips
"Oh really?" Eames asks, again employing his eyebrows and tossing in a questioning hum that makes Arthur buck a little
Eames slips a finger in once Arthur settles down
Definitely slick, and relaxed, open and ready
This is what Arthur was up to in the shower, Eames realizes
While Eames was sleeping, or maybe only half-sleeping
Lately: mmmmmm
me: Arthur was -- after his morning coffee and paper and probably a bowl of all bran (Arthur is so boring sometimes Eames can't believe they're married) -- Arthur was standing in the shower with his leg up and his fingers pushing lube into his arse
he was thinking about this, about Eames
Other times Arthur is so surprising Eames can't believe he's the same person with the All Bran fetish and the moisturizing regimen
Lately: mmmmmmmmmmmmm
me: There is a thought
Arthur, coming out the shower
reflex hard
Arse lubed
standing in the bathroom and scooping out his fucking blueberry body butter.
Taking the time to rehydrate his skin
He probably painted that green avocado shit on his fucking T zone
Lately: hahah
♥
me: Standing in front of the steam-fogged mirror
Slippery arsed and hard as a rock
but dabbing on his light daytime sunscreen.
Arthur.
Eames pulls off and chivvies Arthur back
Arthur goes, all smiles and knobby knees (Eames loves him, he does, but Arthur has got knobby knees)
Lately: ♥♥♥ knees
me: Anyway, Arthur gets his delightful lovely yet knobby knees settled again and sinks down onto Eames
it
it's not as slick as it would be if Arthur had bloody waited a moment to lube Eames up too
but it's good this way too, Eames thinks a little faintly
It's rawer, it's a little rougher
It's immediate
Lately: mmmmmmmm
me: Arthur scritches Eames' belly hair
smiles
Lately: hahah
♥
me: and lifts up
"I like it when you do all the work," Eames tells him, very honestly
"The walk needs shovelling later," Arthur says.
"Deal," says Eames, and lies back to let Arthur fuck him senseless.
THE END
Lately: ahahahaha
♥
BOYS.
so RIDIC.
(And yes, she was writing her paper this whole time. I DON'T KNOW HOW SHE MULTITASKS LIKE THIS, FRIENDS, I JUST PROVIDE THE IMPETUS.)
me: write your paper yo
Maybe I will tell you about how Arthur greets Eames this one time
Lately: greets him?
me: Eames has just gotten back from somewhere
Late at night
jet lagged as fuck
Lately: mtg at airport?
me: no
Eames just slips in
Lately: ♥
me: Took a cab prolly
Maybe he's only been away for a weekend or something
Anyway
doesn't want to wake Arthur
It's like 3:30 a.m.
brb
Lately: ok
so tempted to make another cup of tea
me: Make tea then
tea is great
so
Lately: I literally just finished a cup
me: Eames slips into bed
Lately: might give it five mins
me: careful to not shift the mattress too much
because he doesn't want to wake Arthur
Lately: oh eames
me: Maybe some little tiny voice inside is head is like
it's sad that this is so routine now
we don't do the joyful reunion thing anymore
Lately: AW.
me: But the rest of Eames is like
oh shut up
and goes to sleep
not snuggling into Arthur even though he really really wants to
The next morning Eames sleeps late -- late for him anyway
like 10 a.m. or so
On the edges of his consciousness, he's sort of aware that Arthur has gotten up
the sounds are comingled with dreams
The toilet flushing, the shush of water into the kettle
the flap of the newspaper
eventually, the shower and the thumping of Arthur's feet in the tub
Arthur's not being noisy at all
Not enough to really push Eames fully awake
it's actually kind of soporific because Eames knows all these sounds
Lately: awww
me: Finally Arthur comes quietly into the bedroom
Eames shifts a little, becoming aware of the light slanting in the window, of all the little places his body has been too still, things he needs to stretch out but not quite yet, not quite yet.
Eames cracks open his eyelids a little because he's pretty sure Arthur is coming in to get dressed which means he's probably either naked or just wearing a towel
and it's always good to get a nice peek in
Jackpot
Naked Arthur bum
Lately: ♥
me: Arthur isn't going into the closet for clothes though.
He's just carefully hanging his robe up on the back of the door.
When he turns around Eames realizes Arthur is hard
For a second he's like
hey
no fair
I had nothing to do with that
and then his brain wakes up a little more and he realizes that it doesn't make sense -- if Arthur was going to deal with that problem, he'd've done it in the shower just now.
Lately: \o/
me: "You up?" Arthur asks gently, probably seeing Eames moving a little, craning his head for a better view
"I would ask you the same but the answer's clear," Eames returns.
Pointedly, if you'll excuse the pun.
Lately: :FD
lkjdf;lk
me: Arthur doesn't look embarrassed in the least
this is not the Arthur of yesteryear
Instead he just lifts one corner of his mouth.
"You done sleeping, is what I meant," he clarifies.
"Now I am," Eames says. "Bring that over here."
Lately: hell to the yeah.
me: Arthur brings it over with alacrity, kneeing onto the bed and settling with thighs splayed over Eames' chest
Eames strokes up and down those thighs a few times
he likes the dragging feeling when he rubs the hair the wrong way
Arthur is less impressed
He kneels up a little and paints the head of his cock (wet) over Eames' mouth
It's not subtle as hints go
Lately: not so much, no
me: Eames refrains from making this observation though
What he really wants to know is how Arthur got himself into this state
But now doesn't seem the moment
Besides, Eames' mouth is full
In a moment, his hands are full too
He slides them back to hold Arthur's arse steady
Arthur is bracing himself with his hand flat on the wall over the bed
he's probably just moisturized or something, Eames thinks
Arthur is a demon with the skincare regimen
Anyway, Arthur doesn't seem to notice it
but his palm is leaving very lightly sheened marks on the painted wall over the headboard.
Eames will not point these out later
He will lie in bed and grin up at them
Lately: ♥
awwwwww
handprints should not be adorbs and yet
me: Arthur's strong elegant fingers splayed wide like an echo
of this morning
Lately: (ps i love this but don't forget to sleep, ms sore throat)
me: I am nearly done
hahaha
Lately: ♥
me: You are still writing?
Lately: yes
me: okay, just checking
hahaha
Lately: 743
me: Halfway ftw!
Lately: SLOW PROGRESS.
me: You are great
♥
Okay, so
handprint
Eames is distracted by it
He's sort of craning up to look at it, which is making Arthur's cock slip a little out of his mouth, which is in turn making Arthur a little impatient with him
Eames settles back down in apology and readjusts his grip on Arthur's butt
butt is such a gross word
make that bum
hahaha
Lately: bum bum bum bum
I should c/p this into the essay
no one'll notice, right?
me: Anyway, one of Eames' hands misses its mark a little and suddenly his fingers are sliding over the slippery cleft of Arthur's bum bum bum bum
Slippery?
Eames asks
Well, not literally
because as previously mentioned
mouth full
But he asks with his eyebrows
It probably is kind of a funny face, he reflects later
and is glad that Arthur isn't one to carry a camera on his naked person for just such occasions
Arthur's response is, instead, a quirk of the lips
"Oh really?" Eames asks, again employing his eyebrows and tossing in a questioning hum that makes Arthur buck a little
Eames slips a finger in once Arthur settles down
Definitely slick, and relaxed, open and ready
This is what Arthur was up to in the shower, Eames realizes
While Eames was sleeping, or maybe only half-sleeping
Lately: mmmmmm
me: Arthur was -- after his morning coffee and paper and probably a bowl of all bran (Arthur is so boring sometimes Eames can't believe they're married) -- Arthur was standing in the shower with his leg up and his fingers pushing lube into his arse
he was thinking about this, about Eames
Other times Arthur is so surprising Eames can't believe he's the same person with the All Bran fetish and the moisturizing regimen
Lately: mmmmmmmmmmmmm
me: There is a thought
Arthur, coming out the shower
reflex hard
Arse lubed
standing in the bathroom and scooping out his fucking blueberry body butter.
Taking the time to rehydrate his skin
He probably painted that green avocado shit on his fucking T zone
Lately: hahah
♥
me: Standing in front of the steam-fogged mirror
Slippery arsed and hard as a rock
but dabbing on his light daytime sunscreen.
Arthur.
Eames pulls off and chivvies Arthur back
Arthur goes, all smiles and knobby knees (Eames loves him, he does, but Arthur has got knobby knees)
Lately: ♥♥♥ knees
me: Anyway, Arthur gets his delightful lovely yet knobby knees settled again and sinks down onto Eames
it
it's not as slick as it would be if Arthur had bloody waited a moment to lube Eames up too
but it's good this way too, Eames thinks a little faintly
It's rawer, it's a little rougher
It's immediate
Lately: mmmmmmmm
me: Arthur scritches Eames' belly hair
smiles
Lately: hahah
♥
me: and lifts up
"I like it when you do all the work," Eames tells him, very honestly
"The walk needs shovelling later," Arthur says.
"Deal," says Eames, and lies back to let Arthur fuck him senseless.
THE END
Lately: ahahahaha
♥
BOYS.
so RIDIC.
(And yes, she was writing her paper this whole time. I DON'T KNOW HOW SHE MULTITASKS LIKE THIS, FRIENDS, I JUST PROVIDE THE IMPETUS.)

Comments
I laughed and laughed at this--oh, ARTHUR--and then I got to that green avocado shit on his fucking T zone, and I laughed even harder. oh, EAMES.
♥, you crazy loon.
If I could get away with it, I'd definitely start using "lovely like Arthur's bum" in everyday conversation. <3
In other news, I have now graduated from listening obsessively to Winterreise to raiding my local library for the Fischer-Dieskau/Brendel 1979 recording DVD and the Pears/Britten one for comparison, and also Moore's Am I too Loud? Er.
And after watching the F-D/Brendel filmed rehearsal, I am now filled with longing for Far in the future!Steinway fic, where Eames and Arthur are old, old, old, and revisiting beloved repertoire together and just being too awesome for words.
Also, I've just realized that my mental image of Steinway!Eames has slowly been morphing into a Tom Hardy/Fischer-Dieskau hybrid, but like, I can't bring myself to care, because that is one seriously attractive combo, I think you'll agree.
Edited (TYPO! I'm sorry Peter!) 2011-03-05 02:54 am (UTC)
I wholeheartedly approve of this! And your research, too. Maybe I should put you to work helping me plot. *g*
Like, I wasn't kidding about the l'Enfant et les Sortilèges thing AND ALSO, did you know that Fischer-Dieskau's little finger on his right hand is a little fucked-up? Like, it's set at a weird angle and it keeps coming up over his other fingers when he sings. And Tom Hardy has a fucked-up right pinky too! And you know BB!Eames was all self-conscious about it until he learned about F-D and now he's like, secretly stupidly pleased at the connection. And like, he thinks know one noticed that he plays with that little finger just before going on stage, but Arthur is totally onto him and finds it heartbreakingly adorable and, and, and.
Oh God, what have you done to me, woman? *hands*
OMG PINKY WTF. That is srsly so great, oh my god.
You guys, if you can't find it, I will rip and upload you the rehearsal thing. It is the greatest.
:D!
Der Leiermann just kills me every time. The thing is, we had the 1963 version with Gerald Moore at home, and I've been listening to it again recently, and his Leiermann is like, BB!Fischer-Dieskau, singing it all fast and almost forceful. The '79 DVD version is so weighted and weary and tragic and I just love the evolution there and just, his face. *dies*
SO LOOKING FORWARD TO MORE F-D IN MY LIFE OMG. :D:D:D:D
♥!
(Also, Janelle is SO GREAT. I thought it must be her, with the hair and the shoes and the badass midair pose... :D)
EamesTHardFischer-Dieskau's Weirdass Pinky of Awesome:now I'm in love with THard's curly pinky and it's all your fault. :)
And I cannot believe that it took so long for fandom to discover the awesome of THard's magic pinky. How is this not a fic trope already? How?
Isn't it fun? In all fairness, somehow this actually *helps* Lately with productivity. We have been known to do a sentence swap in the past where I am miserly and count every academic sentence she pastes to me and carefully mete out the exact same number of sentences of porn.
Late at night
jet lagged as fuck
Lately: mtg at airport?
me: no
Eames just slips in
And I was all, like: ...to Arthur? Being woken up like that would be a surprise. Sleep sleep sleep: SURPRISE SODOMY!
*snert* He has probably tried it, let's be honest.
me: There is a thought
Arthur, coming out the shower
reflex hard
Arse lubed
standing in the bathroom and scooping out his fucking blueberry body butter.
Taking the time to rehydrate his skin
He probably painted that green avocado shit on his fucking T zone
this image... THIS IMAGE! thank you for making my dreams, it's a good thing to read before going to sleep.
And big WOW for Lately. I can write papers while reading my friends fic in my communicator window, but not something like this, with this specific mental image *___*
And big WOW for Lately
IKR! One more way she is made of rainbows and win. I can't even begin to imagine how she does it.
Btw. I hadn't have time to comment, this week was crazy, but I did read your high school!au fic. Just wanted to let you know I think it's perfect, too. And boys were so so so sweet <3
(THEY ARE MARRIED???????? Have I missed something??)
Arthur, what a minx! ♥
(THEY ARE MARRIED???????? Have I missed something??)
I think there is some small (very small) reference to the fact in the later fics (Fever Pitch, I think?) but it's probably of the blink-and-you'll-miss-it variety.
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