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

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.

"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."

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.

"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."

"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?"

“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.”

Arthur had to admit, he was enjoying this between them. He always did and now, it was less heated than it might have been only weeks ago. "You've known me for how long," he asked. "Hope you would know me better by now." He made a soft sound when Eames lightly slapped the side of his leg. It did keep that edge, that sharpness to his senses and he liked that.

He nodded silently then chuckled. "I'm not the only one who's a dick, Mr. Eames" he smirked and bit on his jaw before sucking on the skin soothingly.

That was a good point, and it confounded Eames if he was honest. "I'm still trying to work out how I never knew what a needy boy you are," he said, slightly emphasizing the word boy. "Were all those fights you wanting me to take a firm hand with you, Love," he asked, smiling because he knew it wasn't likely to be true, but teasing Arthur would always be fun for him.

"Is that I am a dick, or you want my dick," he asked as if he hadn't understood him.

When Eames said the word 'boy' Arthur couldn't suppress his shiver fast enough. Oh, but he liked it when Eames called him that. It was weird and it confused him still but he liked knowing he could trust Eames enough to take the reigns and let him take care of him. It was something he was still getting used to but didn't want to change. "Now there's an idea," he said with a smile. They hadn't been, not intentionally but now he couldn't deny the fact that that sounded like fun.

"Both," Arthur said with a smirk.

"So if you'd bent over a desk sooner after handing me a ruler, you would have what you wanted sooner." He stole a quick kiss though. "You don't need to believe that. I won't stop teasing you about it though," he admitted, because that was what he was going to do. NO matter what.

"Well, I should have seen that coming."

"If you didn't tease me and I didn't respond in kind, I would think there was something wrong with us." He didn't want that to go away just because they were doing this. Arthur enjoyed what they had, including their banter, their teasing, their snark - he liked knowing that while Eames had his back that neither of them were afraid of speaking their minds. Just because he enjoyed calling Eames 'daddy (or Mr. Eames)' and liked sitting on his lap didn't mean that had changed and it wouldn't change as far as he could help it.

"Course you should have." Arthur pinched his thigh playfully. He sat up and reached around for a wash cloth that was next to Eames and grabbed the soap before lathering up the cloth.

That’s a promise I will make to you Arthur.” He wasn’t big on promises, if he was honest. They were too easy to break, too easily broken. But this he would give to the other man. “A lot between us is changing, but that doesn’t. If you think I’m letting up giving you hell on the job, you’re sadly mistaken,” he said with a chuckle, trying to ensure Arthur knew all was good between them.

“Hey now!” He laughed more though, grabbing the back of Arthur’s neck and pulling him in for a rough, sudden kiss as if that was punishment.

Arthur knew Eames wasn't normally one to make promises. Neither of them had ever made promises to each other at least but things were, as always, changing between them. He felt his lips tug up into a smile. "No, I agree - just so long as you know I won't give up on giving you shit either."

He released the wash cloth when Eames pulled him in for a rough kiss but groaned into his mouth, returning it. Oh, now this was definitely not punishment - not at all and as far as Arthur saw it, he could keep on doing it.

He was needful in that kiss, tongue lashing and feeling his teeth against Arthur's. Moaning, even that sound rough as he barely broke the kiss yet kept his mouth against the point man's.

"And don't think I won't use every safe chance I have to do exactly that," he whispered, using those words careful.

Always safe. Never taking a chance of being caught.

Arthur's hand cupped Eames' jaw and groaned. It was a rough, possessive and needing kiss and Arthur was greedy for more - least of Eames' kisses. He breathed heavily between their lips and allowed one side of his mouth to quirk up. "Good," he whispered. He knew Eames would be careful just as much as Arthur would be.

He bit down on Eames' bottom lip before he sucked on it with a moan.

“Needy thing,” he teased, smiling as Arthur made it clear he was willing. Deep down, Eames wasn’t sure. He was one to blur the lines between work and play, now more than he might have ever done in the past. Arthur though was another story. He’d always been one to have definitive lines that Eames had never known to be cross. Maybe Arthur had crossed them but he was circumspect enough no one knew. Now though it was so blurred and Eames loved it.

Course he could barely think when Arthur was doing things like that. Whining softly under his breath as he rocked his hips, moving against the other man.

Normally, while at work, Arthur had clear cut lines. Lines he wouldn't cross throughout the entirety of the job and only after the job would he relax. This whole situation, however, was different. Eames was different from the normal people Arthur slept with and the job was very different. Arthur found all of his lines blurred and it didn't make him nearly as antsy as he had thought it would. He figured it had to do with Eames' and his understanding about how each of them worked. He trusted that Eames would keep things secret and hush-hush as they had discussed.

Arthur's lips curled up at the whine and rocking of his hips. He hummed and released his bottom lip. "It seems like the 'needy' thing is just a 'with you' phenomena," he murmured with a smile, looking at him.

You're going to tease me, aren't you," he asked, fingers running along the crease of of Arthur's thigh, teasing just against the lower line of his stomach. "I might like that," he admitted. "You never know the things I might like besides the things I get to do to my boy," he admitted.

"And tormenting him at work. Oh how I plan to torment... Oh. So if you know your title, what can I call you so that you know exactly what I mean," he asked. "Unless you want me to call you boy in front of Cobb," he teased.

"I haven't given it much thought," he admitted with a grin, looking at him with darkened eyes. He made a soft sound when Eames' fingers ran along his thigh, causing him to lick at his lips. "But, I think we're going to start to learn a lot more about each other," he said, his lips curling up.

He chuckled and raised his eyebrows at the question. He tilted his head and thought about it. "No, no need to call me boy in front of Cobb," he said with a laugh. "But, you could call me 'darling', perhaps?" It was a term of endearment and one that Eames could potentially get away with without raising suspicion.

"And to think. I've finally found things that aren't in the infamous files that I was never sure you had or not," he admitted. Though they were often the talk of the culture.

He considered that. "I don't know. I like the idea of Cobb knowing you're mine, but I do think Darling would work,' he said, purring the word, making it sound just like when he said boy.

"Despite popular belief, I have always had a life outside of work...mostly," Arthur admitted with a chuckle. "Not so much lately but...before." It nearly felt like a whole lifetime ago since he had been that man - since he and Eames had worked on jobs together outside of the Cobb's and since they would see each other when they were both visiting or when he would just get together with friends and not worry nearly as much about being caught. It had been two years on the lam now and it nearly felt as though that man had disappeared. Though -- with Eames and being like this with him, he felt that other man reemerge slowly but surely.

Arthur's lips curled up in amusement. "I figured you would. But darling is --," he paused as a shiver slid down his spine. Fuck but it was absolutely decadent and seductive when Eames said 'boy' or 'darling' like that. "Yeah -- yeah, Darling," Arthur nodded. "Darling works."

Eames gasped, eyes going wide and round. "You... you did? When? Where? How did this happen," he asked, grinning. "As much as I stalked you, how could I not know this," he asked, knowing he was being a bit of an ass but he couldn't help himself. He seemed to catch the look in Arthur's eyes, though it hit him the same moment. He remembered that life. "Well, you quit. So you can have that again," he pointed out. He suspected Arthur needed it more than he might let on.

Smiling at that shiver, he leaned in to nuzzle at his jaw. "That's the reaction I love."

"Looks like you need to become a little better at stalking, Mr. Eames," Arthur said, his tone a little haughty as he teased the other man. "I thought better of you too - disappointing," he sighed but he couldn't resist the urge to smile.

"I quit running with Cobb but I don't quit dream share," Arthur said, wanting to make that clear. He enjoyed dream share, enjoyed point work but he wasn't going to limit himself to a somewhat unstable extractor like Cobb again. "No, but you're right - I could have that again." He paused. "I want to have that again." He needed to have it again.

Arthur smiled and tilted his head, making a soft noise of pleasure at his nuzzling. "I bet you do," he murmured.

"Keep it up and we'll see just how much I know about you," he said, fighting not to smile though the humour of it all still shone in his eyes. Definitely more than amused by the conversation, the easy teasing between them. "I may have files, you know. You have no idea what I have." Except he wasn't so sure of that.

The smile faded a bit. "I know you haven't. You should still have a life outside of the job. With or without me," he said, thinking of Arthur first and not them as a couple. Nor purely. "If I can help though, ask. I want to help."

"And then you make that noise. Such a wicked boy."

"I bet that you do," Arthur said, fighting hard not to smile but in the end chuckled. "I have no doubt that you know a good amount about me." He was sure Eames was only going to find out more and more as they continued to explore this.

He nodded. "You have helped - a lot more than you may realize," Arthur said, looking at him, his lips quirking up. "Thank you." It was, after all, Eames who had helped him come to the realization that he didn't need to be working with Cobb anymore - not after everything the man had done. Not just to Arthur but to their teammates, both past and present.

"I am at that," Arthur agreed with a wicked little smile. He liked it when Eames said that to him.

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