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

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.

Eames’ look sobered slightly. “I’m betting I know more about you than most do,” he said, not at once doubting it. Even before they had begun their affair, he would have possibly put money down on it but now, with all they were sharing and learning about one another, he would damn well bet all he had that he knew Arthur better than even Cobb. Maybe even Mallorie in the day

He considered that, liking the idea. “If I can help you, then you know I’m going to try,” he said, his comment soft and serious. He wanted to be there for Arthur, and not just because now he truly felt that Arthur was his. Because Arthur deserved it.

“But you’re my wicked boy,” he said with a wink.

Arthur didn't respond at first. His look sobered as he considered it and found that it was the truth of it. Eames probably did know more about him than anyone else did -- even Mallorie and his own parents. He nodded silently and rest his head on Eames' shoulder and closed his eyes some. "You do," he said out loud and his voice soft. He wasn't sure where they had crossed that line only that between the time they met and Morocco and even after Morocco, it had been crossed. Perhaps that's why they knew exactly which buttons to push to get a rise out of the other.

His lips curled up. Arthur wasn't used to asking for help but it was good to know, to be reminded that if he needed it, Eames would be there. "Same goes for me," he said, speaking both as a 'thank you' and an offer. He too was serious about it. If Eames needed him for anything, Arthur had his back. The man deserved that much.

"I am at that," Arthur smirked, sending him a wink in return.

Eames held Arthur close, one hand moving to cradle the back of his neck as he stroked his fingers gently over the fine hairs there. He breathed in the other man's scent, eyes closing. "I know because I care," he murmured. "I want to know everything."

Always one for details for the job, he wanted to know because he cared. Not that he cared because he needed to know for work.

"I know that too," he whispered, kissing the top of Arthur's head. "Even if we didn't need it to get through this, I know you're there." And he had faith he'd be there after this all was through as well.

The scary thing was, there was a part of Arthur that wanted Eames to know nearly everything. There were some things of course that Arthur would keep private but he did want to share with Eames and have him share in return. He smiled and tilted his head so he could press a soft kiss to Eames' jaw. "I want to know everything as well." He knew a lot about Eames as it was, perhaps a little more than either of them truly realized and yet, he still wanted to know more. Wanted to know everything - or at least as much as Eames wanted him to know.

Arthur's lips curled up. "Yeah, I am," he whispered and felt him relax further into Eames' arms. "Probably should get out," he murmured - the water starting to get lukewarm now if not a little chilly.

“Maybe I don’t want to let you go,” he said, even though he knew Arthur was right. Yet to hold him like that, to have him close and near him, to feel skin against skin and know that this was them and something so separate from the hell this job was becoming, it was almost too much to give up. Even for the few minutes it might take them to get up and dry off and move somewhere else.

“You know, we could play truth or dare. Make all the dares sexual and the truths about us and what we want to know about the others,” he said, letting his hold relax so that Arthur could move and they could get out of the tub.

"No one says you have to let me go for too long," Arthur said. He didn't exactly want Eames to move his arms either but the water was getting cold and he rather be laying in bed, naked with Eames than to stay in cold water with his sore bottom pressing against the hard porcelain. They hadn't really gotten cleaned up but that was okay - they could take a shower in the morning if they needed to.

When Eames' arms relaxed, Arthur slowly stood from the bath with a soft groan. "We could," he mused and sent him a grin. "That would be fun." And it would be - not only the sexual dares but just learning more about one another, seeing how much they already know about the other. He grabbed two towels and handed one over to Eames as he stood from the water.

Waiting until Arthur stood up, Eames surged up and out of the water. It sluiced over his body and he gave a shake, much like a dog before reaching for the towel.

"Thanks," he said, drying himself off with a quick scrubbing motion. "I don't plan on letting you go for very long at all," he admitted, smiling. "So we curl up in bed and doing some sharing? Do we believe everything is the truth," he asked. Given their jobs and lives, it was a good question, even if he was joking.

Arthur couldn't help the grin that spread across his lips as Eames gave a shake. He wrapped his towel around himself before unplugging the drain and stepping out of the tub. "I think it's a good plan," he mused. "It's either that or we play three truths and a lie and we have to decide which is the lie based on what we already know." It was a good question though, valid considering who they were.

He considered that, grinning. "We open that bottle again and we can do I never," he pointed out, unable to help but laugh. Here they were on the hardest job they had ever done and they were planning out drinking games to get to know one another like they were dating in school.

He chuckled and shook his head. "How about for tonight we stick to laying in bed and sharing?" Tomorrow night, or the next chance they got, they could play truth or dare, three truths and a lie or I never. It didn't escape his notice either that they were working a difficult, the most difficult job that they've experienced and yet they were planning drinking games.

Arthur dried off quickly before hanging up his towel. "Ready, Mr. Eames?" Oh, but now they both knew exactly what that meant between them and he couldn't hold in his grin.

“You’re just afraid I’ll win the game, aren’t you,” he asked, knowing it was possible though he also knew that he didn’t know enough about Arthur to be sure. Though that was the point of the game, wasn’t it. He looked side eyed at Arthur. “Just sit and talk,” he asked. “This madness might just work,’ He teased, giving his body another once over with the towel and then tossing it back to the bathroom floor. Leave it to him to not hang it up.

“Oh Darling, for you I’m always ready,” he said, voice a rough and rumbling purr as he stepped up to Arthur, pushing him gently to try and push him back onto the bed

"Of course not," Arthur protested. "I could drink you under the table," he said, confidently. But, he wasn't exactly sure. Arthur had only come over to Eames' hotel room the other night trashed after a fifth of tequila so there was the very real possibility that Eames would actually win. He chuckled and looked down at the towel before looking at Eames. "Pick up the towel, Mr. Eames and then you can have me," Arthur said, with a smirk, looking Eames over slowly. But he did love the sound of his voice.

“That is something we will have to test, isn’t it,” he said, snorting as he looked Arthur over. It was more critical, as if measuring him up for a fight. Except it wouldn’t be a fight but rather a game.

Course, with that command to pick up the towel, he laughed and dropped down to sit on the end of the bed. “Already trying to change me, are you, Love? It’s on the tile. Won’t ruin the floor.” Course he was almost nervous that Arthur was actually unhappy with it, but he was torn on giving in to changing who he was. Hadn’t Arthur liked him for him, warts and all? He wasn’t sure and as the smile faded from his face, he moved to get to his feet, moving past Arthur carefully and picking up the towel.

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