artfulforger | Ships Passing: The fallout of falling in to bed

"That's right, Boy. That's right," he groaned, shuddering. "Fuck, baby. I'm close," he said, losing his rhythm. Just hard and fast and rough, jerking along Arthur's length. "Come on, Baby. I need it. I want to know I got you."

Arthur practically cried Eames' name out at the rough thrust and jerk of his hand and whimpered as he came over Eames' hand and his chest (a little even making its way onto the back of the couch). "Eames -- daddy," he panted, breathing heavily.

"That's my boy. God, sweet boy," he moaned, hand slowing but still gripping Arthur as he slammed into him, whimpering - actually whimpering - as he came off deep in the man that had gone from coworker to friend to lover.

Body jerking and then slumping slightly over Arthur. "My God, so sexy," he groaned.

Arthur could only lay there against the couch, breathing heavily and trying to catch his breath. Anything he might have said, would have said, wanted to say was lost between his brain to his vocal cords. Christ.

Shuddering breaths rumbled through Eames until he slumped in against Arthur. Closing his eyes as he grunted and withdrew. A second later he dropped onto the bench and then reached for Arthur to pull him into his arms.

"You okay, love?"

Arthur groaned when Eames withdrew and allowed the forger to pull him over and into his arms. He returned to Eames' lap and pressed his forehead against his neck with a silent nod. He was fantastic -- sore but fantastic. It wasn't exactly every day that he was reduced speechless.

He pressed his nose against Eames' neck and inhaled slowly before pressing his lips to that same skin.

It wasn't what he wanted to do, but he knew that with time he would have just collapsed. Instead he held Arthur close, sighing at the way he nuzzled in close. He wanted nothing more than this. At least for a time.

"Do remember to breathe, Love."

Arthur curled in close to him and allowed his breathing to calm down and do as Eames suggested. "I am," he murmured and closed his eyes some. He probably should clean the spots that were streaked with his come off of the couch but he couldn't bring himself to move from Eames' arms. He just felt...completely relaxed right now. Like nothing else mattered but being in his arms.

The couch was the least of Eames' worries. He had an arm full of panting, beautiful, spent Arthur, and after all he'd been through in the last two days, this was all that mattered. The job, Fischer, Saito... it all could go to hell in that moment.

Which, that very thought, scared the hell out of him.

"So why can't I hold you like this while working," he teased suddenly.

The mere fact that Arthur wasn't concerned about the job, about Fischer, Saito and any of the others was a shock in of itself. He knew, once he was laying in bed with his thoughts, trying to sleep, all of that and what he needed to do tomorrow, and the next would come rushing back. For now, he was just going to enjoy the sated feeling he had and revel in not worrying about anything or anyone else.

He chuckled at the question and looked up at him. "Because that wouldn't be telling at all," he teased. "And, we have to get some kind of work done."

"While I can agree with the arguments, I just don't like them," he said, heading dipping to nibble along Arthur's shoulder. "And I'm sure you think they're good arguments too. Just... Don't like them."

But he knew he would let them lead them. They had to. For both their sakes.

Arthur tilted his head with a soft sound. "Mm, I think they are, yes," he murmured with a grin. "But, doesn't mean we can't do this after work is all said and done for the day." So long as they didn't get cocky and think people weren't noticing. People...especially the type they worked with, were always bound to notice something different than the norm. But, they were also way past waiting until the job was completely over for anything to happen and how he was feeling in general, he was glad.

He was quiet, thinking about that as he nuzzled and nipped softly. Just basking in that moment, of having something he’d thought about for years and yet never thought he might actually have. “I can be circumspect. Despite your comments, you know I can.” He wouldn’t be there that moment if he hadn’t been just the day before, after all. “I figure we have to be careful or Cobb might accidently put two and two together and get right.” And he wasn’t sure if he trusted Cobb with that knowledge. Maybe he wasn’t a bad man but Eames just figured that before this he trusted one man in the business. Now Yusuf and Arthur.

"I know you can," Arthur agreed. He might not have years ago but now he knew and until further notice, being circumspect was the best course of option for them. "Cobb or Ariadne," he said, sliding his hand over Eames' chest slowly. "She's bright and sharp -- she'd probably see something before Dom did. He's focused on just getting home, nothing else." Or at least, that's how it appeared to Arthur.

"Think I might have to work standing up for part of the day tomorrow," he mused, pressing a kiss to Eames' neck.

"She's got eyes for you," he noted. "I've caught her more than once staring at you. He paused, frowning a bit. "You were aware of that, right?" He assumed he was but then it hit Eames that Arthur might not know.

"I only mention it because she'll be watching you so..." It might mean seeing things others might not.

Oh but he chuckled at that. "Should I feel bad," he asked, his voice making it obvious he didn't. Not at all.

It was Arthur's job to noticed details and no, he hadn't missed the fact that Ariadne seemed to look at him a few times here or there. "I know," he said, looking at him with a nod. He understood what Eames was getting at though and so when he voiced what Arthur had been thinking in regards to perhaps noticing more things that others perhaps would over look, he just nodded. "So we'll have to watch what we're doing and acting if we don't want her to see something we don't want her to see."

Ariadne was talented, intelligent and sweet but he was, and had been, far more interested in the man sitting right here than anyone else.

"Mm, no -- no, you definitely shouldn't," he said with a chuckle.

He nodded. “We’ll have to watch the texting too,” he admitted. “I worry they’ll notice the pings and the back and forth with time.”

Of course, that wasn’t his only concern. The other is one he isn’t sure about voicing and wasn’t even certain if he should bring it up but, in the end, he knew that he couldn’t let it come between them either way.

“You and her… You weren’t planning on hooking up with her, were you? I mean, if you were… I don’t want to get between that if you were planning on it,” he said, not quite rushing through the words, or tensing up, but it was obvious he was worried. “I mean, not like I’ve got a claim on you or anything, right?”

He nodded - it made sense of course. Just meant that they'd have to be sneaky about it.

Arthur's eyebrows drew together at the question. He could tell that it was something that was worrying Eames and that wasn't what Arthur wanted. He didn't want Eames to worry about something like that. "Eames, we wouldn't be here, doing this right now if she was what I wanted," he said, his voice firm. "She's cute but she's not what I want."

That furrow on Arthur’s brow made Eames wince. He hadn’t meant to cause that.

“Look, I didn’t mean that to come off as sounding as much as a dick as I probably did. I just figure I have to accept that you might just be happy with things and…” And he knew he was fucking this up and he knew it.

“Just… making sure, I guess. And if you want to get ticked and hit me, I accept that,” he said, slumping a little bit he couldn’t have handled that worse if he’d even wanted to try.

"You didn't come off sounding like a dick, Eames," Arthur said, looking at him. "You sounded as though you were almost worried that I had wanted to run off with our architect after this was said and done." He shook his head and flicked Eames' chest with his middle finger.

"I'm just telling you now that if she's what I wanted, we wouldn't be here, right now, naked on my couch." Arthur looked at him and gave him a stern look that was equal parts playful and serious. "Do I need to make it any more clear?"

He opened his mouth, closed it, taking a deep breath. "I shouldn't be thinking that though, worrying about it. You're here. You were there for me when I got back. Besides, if that was what was going on here, I wouldn't be here now, he pointed out.

"No. You don't have to. I get it," he said with a nod. "You and me, we have this thing right here and us and it doesn't have shit to do with her. Or anyone else."

Arthur watched him and nodded his head silently. "Exactly," he said. "We wouldn't be here now, having done what we did if that's what was going to happen. I'm not that kind of man." Truth be told, the majority of Arthur's morals were in the shades of gray range but when it came to relationships, that was a different subject all together. He wasn't above one night stands or flings but this was different and they both knew it. Had known it since the other night...and most definitely this morning.

He slid his hand along Eames' neck and pulled his mouth in for a slow and soft kiss. After a minute, he pulled back and smiled. "It's just us," he agreed.

"And now I'm the dick that brought it up," he said, slumping slightly. Yet even as he slumped, his arms tightened around Arthur as if afraid, in that moment, Arthur might move away. "You know I trust you, right? I didn't mean to sound like an ass," he sighed, sighing as he leaned into that kiss.

Trust was something he was learning but if he was going to have it with anyone, it would be with Arthur. "Just us," he agreed barely breaking the kiss.

Arthur smacked Eames' shoulder but didn't make a move to leave Eames' lap at all. He was...in some way, glad that it wasn't only him who had thought too much about these sort of things. After all, just this morning, he thought Eames hadn't called yesterday because of him.

"Stop," he said. "I mean, I questioned you this morning. Obviously, this is new for the both of us," he said, his voice soft against Eames' mouth.

He nuzzled and kissed, nodding at that. He hadn't thought about how both sprung from the same uncertainty, that moment of not being sure about something that was so new. Not only new but by its very nature slightly unstable.

"So, what? Two days and we're exclusive," he asked. The way he asked didn't make it sound like that was a bad thing.

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