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

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.

"That it is," Arthur agreed with a smirk. He watched Eames look him over critically as though sizing him up and couldn't help but look the forger over in return. The man had a bigger body mass so chances were, Eames would drink him under the table. It would be fun though regardless of the outcome. Arthur chuckled and followed Eames over to the bed.

"No, I don't want to change you," Arthur admitted with a smile. He wasn't exactly that uptight about it and when he noticed Eames' smile start to fade and start to stand from the bed, Arthur gently pushed him back down onto the bed. "Hey, I was teasing," he said and slipped onto his lap. The towel could stay on the floor for all he cared.

And that was how Eames was looking at it. The playful challenges were all for fun, because however the night turned out, it was them, and they would be together and right now that was all he was looking to enjoy with Arthur.

He blinked at him, stunned because he wasn’t sure what to think of it. A lot of people had expected it, from relationships to work, and he’d lost people because of it and he wasn’t ready to ruin this. Not yet. At least he wanted until the end of the job.

“You sure? About the towel? I know you tend to be a bit more put together than I am,” he pointed out, hands sliding along Arthur’s hips, loose but enjoying the closeness between them.

Of course, Arthur didn't expect them to stay stagnant as they worked on this relationship. He was expecting them both to change over time together but he wasn't going to force it - especially not after three days.

He thought about the towel and shrugged a shoulder. "I'll go pick it up later." He wasn't going to leave it until morning but it sitting there for a little bit wasn't going to do much harm. If this was a hotel room that Arthur didn't care about, it wouldn't be a worry but it wasn't and therefore, he gave a little more thought to his surroundings. "It'll be fine for a little while," he said, also enjoying the closeness between the two of them. He pressed his lips softly against Eames' before nibbling on his bottom lip. "I'm not going to force you to change for me. I expect that we will over time but that's only when we want to change."

“I know you wouldn’t.”

In his heart, he did know that. He knew that Arthur would put Eames first before a lot of things. Eames as he was, and not some ideal like his parents had done for years. Arthur knew the best and the worst of him and he was still there, sitting naked on his lap. That was more than he’d gotten from so many and it meant a lot to him.

“Just a moment there, Love. Don’t worry about it, mmmm?” He leaned in to that kiss, fingers splaying over the curve of Arthur’s ass. “Sometimes the past sneaks up and bites you on the arse, that’s all.”

Arthur inhaled shakily when Eames' hand splayed over the curve of his ass that was still red, still a little sore. "Mm, don't worry about it," he murmured in agreement.

He pulled away from his lips and nuzzled his nose against Eames' cheek. "It does," he agreed. "It doesn't mean that I think we won't change over time but it's something that we can't and shouldn't force."

"Worry about my desire to spank your arse again, Love," he murmured softly, enjoying this once more. So easy for him to slip back from panic to enjoyment to be this close to Arthur. Who knew where the job was going but it could turn on them at any time.

"So you expect me to learn to pick up towels, is that it," he teased, giving him a soft swat.

Arthur liked this - when they were back on easy ground again and just enjoying the closeness between them. The job could go to hell tomorrow but they would have had tonight and that would have been fine with Arthur. "You just love spanking my ass," Arthur murmured with a grin. But he had to admit, he loved it too.

He made a soft noise when Eames gave his ass a soft swat, pressing against Eames' chest. "Just when we're at a place where we have residence in. Hotels, I don't care about - apartments and houses on the other hand, I take more pride in."

"I do. It's a perfect ass for swatting," he pointed out, doing just that. Not a full out hit but a quick tap with his fingers mostly. "What I like more though is you close like this."

That was definitely something he wasn't ready to give up. Not any time soon. Not if he didn't have to.

He chuckled. "I wouldn't ruin your place, Arthur. Have more faith in me than that."

"Mm, I've worked hard on my ass," he admitted with an amused smile. He made a soft humming sound when Eames tapped his fingers against his ass. Arthur moved in closer and wrapped an arm around the forger's neck and rest his other hand on his chest. "I like that too."

Arthur liked being pressed close to the heat and strength of Eames' body. Being kept close like he was. He didn't want that to end, if he was completely honest. Being just like this would be just fine.

"I know you wouldn't," Arthur grinned then continued on teasingly; "I've seen your hotel room, it wasn't a complete pigsty."

"Funny. I plan to work it hard too," he admitted, unable to help himself from making that particular joke. "Course you know it's a lot more things that I like you for, though the ass is a nice touch." It was playful and teasing and he was enjoying himself, that much was obvious.

He chuckled then, fingers brushing teasingly up the length of Arthur's spine. "No, but when I'm distracted, cleaning and keeping things clean is the last thing on my mind. In case you didn't realize it, you're distracting."

Arthur chuckled. "I hope so," he admitted. He knew that there was more here than just Eames' liking of his ass. If it had only been sex, they wouldn't be here - talking about it. He pressed his ass back against Eames' hand playfully before shifting and relaxing again on his lap.

"And in case you haven't noticed, you're also distracting," Arthur said, looking at him with an amused smile.

“You know, you keep it up then you only have yourself to blame when someone figures out you got a broken ass,” he teased, leaning in to trail his tongue along the corded muscles on the side of Arthur’s neck. “No one blame but you.” Which he thought was sexy in and of its own right.

“I damn well better be. Took enough years trying to catch your attention,” he pointed out.

Arthur chuckled and tilted his head, his eyes slipping closed partway. "Mm, me and you," he teased. Though he wouldn't deny the fact that he thought it was sexy and hot.

His lips curled up. "You caught my attention years ago," he admitted. "Just took a long time for either of us to act on it and not run away from it."

"Well, you can blame me because I've taken care of that pretty arse," he teased. That they could joke like this meant so much to Eames. How had they gone from barely speaking to joking lovers so easily? Did it matter how it happened? No, all that mattered was that it had.

"Oh? When did that happen," he asked, curious now. "Tell me when I caught your eye."

"You have taken care of my ass," Arthur admitted with a chuckle and rest his said ass on Eames' knees, making a soft sound in response. He wasn't sure how or why this was so easy - why this felt so natural after being so antagonistic toward each other for so long.

"A little bit before Morocco," he admitted and looked at him. "It was the Smits job and you were wearing that tailored shirt and those slacks." Never mind the fact that the job had been shot to hell and they had banded together to get each other out of that hell hole. He had taken a bullet that day and it changed everything - for him.

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