It was one thing to hear Eames call him 'boy' over the phone and yet it was a completely different thing to have him standing there calling him 'boy'.

He did not blush.

But fuck, the assumptions and insinuations that Eames was making with his comments. He allowed his tongue to peak out and lick along his bottom lip quickly. "I figured you would," he said, his voice low as to not be over heard. Only, his assumption was that Eames would wait until they got somewhere more private to spank him.

To be honest, he had expected for them to spend the night together. It was one of the many reasons why he was glad it was Friday and that tomorrow, he had no where to go. Whether Eames did, that was his thing but Arthur didn't and that meant he could lounge around in sweats, or nothing at all if he wanted.

Arthur walked into the bathroom and checked each the stalls to see if anyone else was in there before turning to look at him. "We're good."