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Ships Passing: The fallout of falling in to bed - For Arthur

Eames had roused when Arthur started moving, though he wasn't even close to ready to get out of bed. The beauty of things was, it wasn't as if he could be seen going in at the same time as the point man, so he merely dragged the blanket half over his head and pretended to sleep.

He lay there, listening to Arthur move around the room, crawling out long enough to kiss him and mumble about seeing him later in the day.

Except Eames never came in. No call. Just a text saying all was good, explain later. He said nothing though when he came in the day after, two days worth of stubble and looking downright worn and weary as he dropped down at his desk.

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“You even admit my place,” he said, glad they could turn it into a bit of a joke that easily. If only because they’d had enough tension on their own without adding to it from the past. “But you’re going to argue with me? What is this,” he asked, leaning his brow against Arthur’s with a soft sigh. “Seeing you in that bed killed me,” he admitted. “I was cursing myself for days.”

He made a face, leaning back then to meet Arthur’s gaze. “MacIntosh,” he admitted, making a face. “You know how he was. Paranoid git through and through. I got through it though and then never worked with him again. Ungrateful bastard stiffed me too.” He shook his head, feeling a small flair of anger at something so old.

"What can I say, I'm a man full of surprises," Arthur said, his lips quirking up as he rested his brow against Eames' with a soft sigh. He was glad they could play around with it that easily and to be honest, it probably helped that he had an amazing orgasm not too long ago and still felt sated. "I lived though with only a scar to tell," he said. He didn't regret what he did and if given the option to do it all over, he'd do it again. Arthur slid a hand down to cover the spot where he still had a faint scar from that day.

He looked at him and frowned. He never liked Maclntosh and from what he heard, through the dream share grapevine, the man hadn't been seen or heard from in the last year. Perhaps that paranoia finally came and bit him in the ass. "Always hated that bastard," he said, frankly. "No one has seen or heard from him in the last year from what I've come to understand."

"Yeah and if you hadn't, then what?" But he didn't want to know what, and that showed as he leaned in to kiss Arthur. It was an easy way not to talk about it or think about it. He didn't want to do any of those things. He just wanted to think about the future, not the past where he'd nearly lost Arthur.

He nodded at that. "Heard the same. I keep thinking he's locked away pissing into jars," he admitted.

Arthur didn't exactly want to think about that either and instead, leaned into Eames' kiss. It was easier to do than to talk about the past where he had been shot. He didn't like to think too long on the fact that he could have nearly died then. He hadn't and that's what the most important part was. Arthur was alive and sitting on Eames' lap now with their lips pressed together.

He chuckled and licked his lips. "Probably is," he said and leaned in, sliding his lips over Eames' slowly. In all likelihood, he lost track of reality like so many of their kind did.

Holding Arthur close, he thought about it even as he tried not to. He would have been hurt if it had happened then. Now and he'd be just broken. It had been so long since he'd allowed himself to be this close to anyone and it could fall apart.

"So, does this mean if Cobb gets you hurt, I can shoot him?"

"So long as you wait until after the job is completed," Arthur said with an amused smile. He slid his hand along Eames' neck slowly before looking at him. "Let's lay down," he suggested and made to move from Eames' arms so they could lay down properly on the bed.

As far as he was concerned, he wasn't going to allow himself or Eames to be shot again. But as much as you can prepare for things like that, there was always going to be something you can't prepare for. As such, he wasn't going to completely rule anything out but he would take precautions.

It was probably a good idea because he was having a hard time reconciling anything that Cobb did, and what he could cause to happen to Arthur, and staying calm. It just wasn’t happening, so he moved as Arthur did so that he could stretch out. Kicking back the sheets some, he laid out his arm and offered the crook of his arm to Arthur.

“Come here, baby boy,” he murmured, reaching for the other man.

Arthur's lips curled up as he moved in closer and wrapped an arm around Eames, tangling their legs together. "Probably should have turned out the lights as well," he murmured, having half the mind to get up and do all of that but the warmth of Eames' arms and the bed was too much. If anyone else had called him anything remotely like 'baby boy', Arthur would have shot them or broken their hand but it wasn't just anyone, it was Eames and he felt a wave of affection slide through him in response to the softly spoken words.

"Or we can pull the blanket over our heads and ignore the lights," he offered as he wrapped both arms around Arthur. He definitely wasn't ready to let him go. "Lights can be ignored, you can't," he said, nuzzling and whispering the words against the top of Arthur's head.

Arthur chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to Eames' neck. "Mm, we could but I also need to plug in my phone and set my alarm so I'm not late," he murmured and lifted his head to look at Eames with a grin. "It'll take me just a minute," he said, kissing Eames' lips before reluctantly pulling himself out of Eames' embrace and moving to get off the bed.

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"Timing and alarms and schedules. Arthur, what are you doing to me," he asked with a low goan, sighing as he moved to lay back on the bed to let him get up.

"What kind of things are these," he bemoaned.

Arthur turned and gave him an amused smirk. "You know what they say about the wait making things better," he said, before slipping off the bed.

He made sure the doors were locked, the lights were off, the towel was picked up off the floor in the bathroom before he returned to bed and set his alarm for the morning. Things had to stay as normal as at all possible to everyone else. Soon enough, he crawled back into bed and slid in close to Eames.

"I know what they say about me handcuffing you to bed," he argued. "Oh wait. Only I saw that and don't think I won't," he snarked, rolling his eyes. Yet when Arthur picked up the towel, he winced.

"I would have gotten that," he said, sounding a bit nervous that Arthur had to do it.

"It's taken care of, so don't worry about it," Arthur said, giving him a grin. He had left the lamp next to the bed lit up so they could still clearly see one another. "However, I am now very interested in these handcuffs that you mentioned..."

He would, because he didn't want Arthur seeing him in a poor light. He found he was suddenly concerned about that. It was a new thing and he didn't know what to think about that.

"Oh do you now. I wouldn't have thought you the type to be cuffed," he admitted, curling his arm around Arthur. "Even if you are my boy."

Arthur's opinion of Eames hadn't changed. For this one time, it didn't bother Arthur to pick up the towel and hang it up. It was just something that he did being the man that he was.

"I'm not the type," Arthur admitted, moving in closer to him and resting his head on his shoulder. "But you would be the one to cuff me so who can say how I'd react in that situation." He didn't think he'd liked to be spanked either, or be anyone's 'boy' but here they were.

Eames curled his arm around Arthur, holding him close. Damn but he liked this. He liked how they fitted together, the way Arthur felt in his arms. He definitely wished they had gotten here sooner but what mattered was they were now.

"Well, I don't do a lot of cuffing of lovers," he admitted. "I would do anything with you because it's you, Arthur." He shifted slightly, kissing his temple. "But I don't do these kind of things with just anyone. This is with you. For you. For us."

Arthur raised his gaze to look at Eames. "I don't either, Eames," he said. He had suspected of course, remembered Eames mentioning something earlier that morning but hearing it from the forger's mouth sealed it all. "I've only ever done anything like this with you and it's because of you, that it's with you that I like it." He paused and buried his head against the crook of Eames' neck. "Couldn't imagine calling anyone else 'daddy'."

"Damn good thing too," he said, trying to sound all huffy and his chest puffing up. "You're my boy and don't think I won't defend that, even if you do end up with someone else," he said with a low chuckle, making sure it was clear he wasn't actually upset. And casually making it clear he got things could change as well.

"So, you're curious about cuffs," he asked. Oh yeah, he wasn't letting that go yet.

A smile tugged on Arthur's lips when Eames pretended to get huffy. Arthur couldn't say for sure where they would end up in the long run but for now, he was in this with Eames until they decided enough was enough. "Just yours," he chuckled, making it clear that he too wasn't upset and aware of what this was and where it could go or not go.

He felt a heat creep up his neck. "A little," he admitted then clear his throat. It didn't have to be cuffs either - ties would do the trick just as well. However, just as he thought about that, there was also a lot of risk in allowing himself to be tied up when it came to the business they ran in. He trusted Eames though or they wouldn't be here and he wouldn't have allowed Eames to spank him. "What about you? What are you curious about?"

"Damn right you are." He did love hearing it. He couldn't help himself but there was something about him saying it the way he did that really made him smile, and helped him to relax. He just liked the soft sound of it, the emotion that came with it.

"Interesting," he said, silent a moment. "I think we can try it. Maybe after this job," he added. "Just in case something goes wrong and all." Neither of them could take chances with outside stress hurting things on this job of all jobs.

"A lot of things," he admitted softly. "Public places. Being bound yeah."

Arthur smiled and moved in closer to the forger. He liked this, being wrapped up in Eames' arms and watching the rise and fall of his chest with every breath he took.

"If we tried it, definitely has to be after the job," Arthur agreed and glanced up at him. He would be damned if he let anything jeopardize this job other than what they had going on now. They didn't need any other factors slipping in unnoticed - they would have plenty of that on the job.

"Public places," he asked, his eyebrows raising - a little interested in that as well.

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