Title: we gotta keep on running till we see the sun (1/3)
Fandom/Pairing: Inception & This Means War crossover, Tuck/Arthur
Summary: There’s a young man in a waistcoat waving a file in Collins’ face and when he turns around, Tuck has to stop himself from admiring the man’s ass.
A/N: For this prompt on inception_kink. For anyone who hasn’t seen This Means War, a quick youtube clip of the trailer should give you all the background you need or you can check out the Wikipedia page here. I don’t even know what I’m thinking right now, all I know is that this needs to be written and since no one else is stepping up to the plate…
Two weeks after the fiasco with FDR, Lauren and Heinrich, Collins calls a meeting in the conference room. Meetings in the conference room are serious.
Tuck and FDR share a suspicious look across the space between their desks before following Collins to the conference room. Things are good between them now that everything with Lauren has been figured out. Tuck’s still feels a little awkward when he sees them together, but FDR is his best friend and it isn’t his fault that Lauren chose him.
The conference room is full of familiar faces, except for one and Tuck has no idea what’s going on but from the numerous higher ups and stern faces, something is going on.
There’s a young man in a waistcoat waving a file in Collins’ face and when he turns around, Tuck has to stop himself from admiring the man’s ass.
Tuck has always been a bit indiscriminate when it comes to his sexuality and FDR has always mocked him for it. That’s your problem Tuck, you fall in love with every attractive person you see.
Tuck thinks it’s true to an extent, but he can’t help if he’s a little on the sensitive side.
The meeting is long and fairly boring but by the end of it, Tuck knows some very important things. There’s a very bad member of the Russian mob entering the country soon, the man in the waistcoat is an expert on this particular hit man, and he’s therefore running point on this op.
FDR and Tuck aren’t used to having someone else calling the shots and after the meeting, they speak in hushed tones at FDR’s desk.
“What do you think about this bloke on loan from…where the bloody hell is from again anyway?” Even if this man has the nicest ass in the world, Tuck isn’t a fan of anyone who thinks they’re going to tell him and FDR how to do their jobs.
“No idea. I was too busy hoping we’ll get to use the grappling hook on this one.”
Tucks laughs a little at that, “Are you even capable of completing a mission without making a scene?”
“I should certainly hope so.” The voice is unfamiliar, and when they look up, it’s to find the man from the meeting in the waistcoat.
He greets them both with handshakes and introduces himself as Arthur, no surname. He calls Tuck ‘Eames’ and FDR ‘Foster’ and neither of them bother to correct him. Tuck is used to answering to Eames, only FDR and Nana ever call him by his first name.
Arthur looks so young, even with his slicked back hair and fitted trousers, but as soon as he starts in with intell, it’s clear that he knows exactly what he’s talking about.
The first time Arthur orders Tuck around, Tuck feels blindsided. He doesn’t know if he should feel insulted because he’s taking orders, or if he should drop to his knees and beg to suck cock because Arthur is the one barking the orders.
It only takes FDR three days to figure it out. They’re having dinner in his apartment and there’s take out containers all around them, littering the floor.
“So you and Arthur huh?” FDR looks particularly smug, and Tuck wonders if there’s anything they don’t know about each other.
“Arthur and I what?” Tuck fiddles with his chopsticks, hoping this conversation won’t be as bizarre as he’s sure it will be.
“Oh come on Tuck, you think everyone with eyes can’t see you two drooling over each other?” FDR just looks so damn smug and it makes Tuck want to punch him. So he does.
“What the fuck man?”
“Look, can you just be serious for a moment, Franklin? Just a moment, please?”
“Yeah, yeah. Me serious? No problem.” FDR looks intently at Tuck and Tuck knows it’s a complete crock of shit.
“Seriously.” Tuck looks at FDR with a straight face and he can’t help but wonder how anyone ever thought this man was mature enough to handle a weapon.
“Look, I just don’t think I can do this mate. I mean after what happened with Lauren and Katie…I have a son Franklin. I can’t be pulling shit like this. I just want…”
FDR at least has the sensitivity to look a little apologetic, “About Lauren—“
Tuck cuts him off, “God darling, I didn’t mean it like that. I don’t blame you. I just meant that I can’t keeping doing nonsense like that. I need to start doing what’s best for Joe.”
“Maybe what’s best for Joe is also what’s best for you…”
Tuck laughs, “That’s probably the deepest thought you’ve ever had. I’m honored you chose to share it with me.”
Tuck fakes a dramatically emotional face with a hand on FDR’s arm and then they’re laughing and back to themselves.
“Move the bloody hell over Franklin, I can’t even see the telly!”
“The telly? Where do you even come from?”
Arthur has policy about workplace relationships. He doesn’t do them. Ever.
So when he meets Tuck Eames, with his dark tattoos and ridiculous lips, he tries to distance himself as much as possible. He calls the man by his last name. He doesn’t get cozy and go for drinks with the rest of the team after the mission is completed.
He just crosses his fingers and is immensely thankful that now that the job is over, he can go back home. He won’t have to avoid Eames in the office or pretend that he doesn’t get hard when he watches the other man break bones with his bare hands.
When Collins tell him that he isn’t going home quite so soon, life gets a little bit more complicated. She throws around phrases like “new taskforce” and “special position” but Arthur is too busy trying to figure out how the hell this is going to work to bother listening.
He moves out of his hotel room that night and into the Los Angeles apartment he almost forgot he had. It’s not that he would rather live in a hotel, but he had been hoping he’d only be in the city for a week or two. Now it’s looking more like a month or two.
So Arthur moves all his suits into his apartment, walks to a deli and tries to figure out how he’s going to avoid Eames for however long he’s here.