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

[artfulforger]

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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[artfulforger]

"That's because you're a better man than most," he pointed out. "You don't let yourself get too deep into the dreams, either."

"I don't plan on telling anyone. I'm a greedy bastard and only plan on sharing you when I have to," he added. "Especially not sharing that ass. Definitely not on the job," he added, snickering.

[bamf_pointman]

"No, that is certainly true," he said. He had seen where getting too lost in dreams had lead to and it wasn't anywhere he wanted to ever be.

Arthur chuckled and pressed his nose against Eames' neck before lifting his head and resting it on his shoulder. "Good, I'm pretty greedy myself," he admitted. "Only you are allowed to see that side of me."

[artfulforger]

He paused, realizing what he'd said and how it could have sound. "Baby, shit. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up..."

Her. Mallorie. Part of the reason they were all sucked up on this job. No, the only reasons they were all trying inception.

He wrapped his arms around him, holding him tight. "Glad that's settled then. Don't think I won't torture you with reminders of it at the worst times though."

[bamf_pointman]

Arthur shook his head and shifted so he can look at him. "No, I know you didn't," he said. Eames wouldn't, he was usually very conscious about what he said when it came to Mallorie and what happened. Arthur knew that and understood that better than most.

He was the same way.

"I couldn't imagine a thing like that from you," he said dryly but teasingly, not even bothering to hide his smirk. "I know I'll be reminded of it tomorrow every time I sit down."

[artfulforger]

For Eames there were times he worked hard to forget. The problem with that was that you forgot when it meant making the worst possible comment.

"You know you look forward to it. Maybe," he said, wondering how this side of them would mesh with the professional that Arthur was and always would be.

[bamf_pointman]

He chuckled and ducked his head a fraction. "Perhaps I am -- a reminder," he said and gave him a half smile. He was a professional first and foremost outside of his home and he would remain so. Still, he couldn't help but remember yesterday and how it was something he knew but no one else did (unless they were closely observing him and noticed the straighter back and shifting he did in his seat every once in a while).

[artfulforger]

"So then you accept that I can do this to you and watch and enjoy," he teased. Leaning in, he kissed the curve of his ear. "And then, when I head to the loo to get off thinking about you, I'll let you know."

[bamf_pointman]

Arthur made a soft sound from the back of his throat and licked his lips. "Mm, I suppose I do," he teased, closing his eyes some. He knew Eames was the only one who could do this to him and that he allowed to do this to him.

"Will you? You know what they say, pictures or it doesn't count," he murmured, completely teasing. They both knew better than anyone how easily a phone could be hacked, stolen and lost.

[artfulforger]

Oh but that was it. Eames tilted back his head, laughing harder than he had in days. "Really? Did Arthur really just encourage me to send him a picture of me jacking off thinking about his red ass," he asked. "Wicked, dangerous boy."

[bamf_pointman]

Now that was a good sound to hear if Arthur did say so. He chuckled and shifted back against him, rubbing his back against Eames' chest. "Perhaps a tiny bit," he teased. He turned his head and looked at him with as much of an innocent look as he possibly could muster. "I don't know what you mean, Mr. Eames. Me? Wicked?" Of course, the look was thrown off by a wicked little spark in his eyes.

[artfulforger]

He grinned at that, considering. "Done right, assuring that location and identifying marks aren't seen... I could manage this," he noted, smirking. 'Not as if anyone on this job has seen it."

Yusuf maaaaybe and that was more a same loo kind of thing and not a lover he'd had in the past.

[bamf_pointman]

Arthur felt a smirk quirk on his lips. "In that case, yes, I think you should," he said. "I know that I for one will be thinking about it as I sit there and feel my ass throb and know how amazing you fucked me tonight." It was blunt and forthright but he was more than okay with that. Arthur could honestly say that he had never felt this amazingly good and sated after sex in a long time.

[artfulforger]

God, just hearing Arthur say it like that made Eames' cock jerk, shivering at that mental image that left him fairly aching at the thought. "You talk like that and you may find me driving you to the closet tomorrow," he admitted. "And not just to talk."

[bamf_pointman]

Arthur felt Eames shiver and his arms tightening around him a little bit. He grinned and tilted his head around to bite at his jaw. "Mm, so long as you wait until everyone is gone," he said and returned his head to Eames' shoulder.

He slid his hands along Eames' thighs slowly, closing his eyes some. He was starting to get tired now, being in a hot bath with Eames and feeling his arms around him tight.

[artfulforger]

"I may wait to drag you in but I'll have to take care of things before then," he whispered. "You sitting there, looking so scrumptious and knowing you're probably half hard from sitting on that chair and aching for it," he purred, wanting to see how Arthur reacted. "My boy, just waiting for it."

[bamf_pointman]

A heated flush crept up his neck as his eyes opened and he shifted again. He could feel his cock jerk at Eames' words and licked his lips. Fuck, hearing Eames talk like that was arousing. "And I will be," he said, his voice thick and low. "Waiting for my daddy."

[artfulforger]

God but just that voice, those words, it was enough to make him fucking ready. Likely he could have just had him and hearing him call him daddy could send him hard and ready for another round.

"Such a needy boy," he moaned, stroking Arthur's thigh. "Do you know how damn bad I want to fuck you when you say that?"

[bamf_pointman]

Arthur groaned at the sound of his voice and bit on his lip. "Probably just as much as I want you to fuck me when you call me your boy or baby," he admitted and shifted his legs apart a little more for Eames' hands.

[artfulforger]

His fingers slid along the inside of his thigh. "You are my boy though," he said. "And you know it." he leaned down, nipping his ear. "Want daddy to show you what a good boy you are," he said, making a rumbling sound. "How could I not have known this about you?"

[bamf_pointman]

Hearing those words from Eames cause a shiver to slide down his spine. Arthur knew that he was and frankly, as of now and as far as he was concerned, he didn't want to be anyone else's. It wasn't something he had ever given much thought about but after he had let Eames take control the other night, Arthur rather liked it. A lot.

Arthur nodded and said, "Yeah, I want my daddy to show me how good I am." He bit on his bottom lip before he allowed his lips to quirk up. "I don't know, how didnt you," he asked, teasingly. He knew Eames was a good judge of character and it was good that Arthur could still surprise him.

[artfulforger]

"Smart ass. I think you're just trying to get another spanking," he said with a snort, hand stroking over Arthur's hip. "I think we should so cme up with a name for you to call me at work, and you will know that no matter what, it mans daddy no matter what the word actually is," he said, smirking at the idea.

"So you can always call me daddy, even with others around."

[bamf_pointman]

Arthur's lips curled up as he shifted. "I would never do such a thing," he said with faux shock. His eyebrows rose at Eames' words and allowed his tongue to peak out and lick at his lips.

That was certainly an idea. "So what should this name be, Mr. Eames," he asked, tilting his head to look at him, his eyes growing a little dark.

[artfulforger]

"Yeah yeah, play innocent," he teased. "see where it gets you," he said, leaning in to kiss that pert mouth once more. He really could get used to that, to kissing him, being that close to him.

"Mmmm, I do like that one, I admit," he said. "Formal. Shows respect. Could work."

[bamf_pointman]

"I know where it gets me," Arthur said smartly. "On your lap," he teased, returning his kiss. Arthur too could get used to this - could get used to Eames kissing him when he wanted and kissing Eames when he wanted. Just being close to him, talking with him...

Arthur hadn't exactly thought of that, had been calling Eames that at that moment in time but Arthur liked it. It was enough that Arthur could get away with it without anyone noticing anything but they would know. "I like it too," he admitted. "Do you have any other ideas?"

[artfulforger]

“See? Plotting. I knew it,” he said, snorting as if he had figured out Arthur’s deep dark secret. “Wicked boy keeping it from me this long,” he said, giving a light slap to the side of his leg. It wasn’t rough, wasn’t meant to hurt. Just to keep things going, keep that edge on it for the times at work when he couldn’t.

“Anything else I can think of would be suspicious. You’ve used that before,” he pointed out. “And we’ll know but others will think it’s sarcasm because you’re a dick to me.”