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Arthur watched him look him over and allowed his lips to curl up a little on the side. "Available and free until Monday," he confirmed. "Told him that if he called and it wasn't life or death (in other words, the job wasn't compromised), I may have to hurt him myself. That I was going to have a couple of days off since I've worked more than many others over the last few weeks."

If Cobb called though and the job was going up in smoke, Arthur wouldn't hesitate to drop things and get the job done. He was just that kind of point man. Of course, this didn't mean he wouldn't check in on the situation over the weekend regarding Fischer and Fischer Jr.

Arthur felt his pulse quicken and nodded. "Lets see what we can find then," he said, knowing just what that meant and what that look meant.

There was a part of him that wasn't sure that Arthur would go along with this. Not with time alone for them, though he'd planned for a Friday return just for the chance they could get more than a few hours before they needed sleep and then work the next morning. Yet to hear that he had made that time for him, was willing to give him time, that meant more to Eames than he was sure how to express.

Then when he agreed to his next comment, didn't try and back out of their sexual talks, he felt himself harden just at the thought. He looked at Arthur and then raised his gaze, looking for the signs.

"Over this way then," he said, giving a jerk of his head. He wouldn't hit the first loo he found though, seeking one more off the beaten path if that was possible.

Eames didn't have to verbally say anything, Arthur could tell by his expression how much he liked the idea of enjoying the weekend together. To catch up. He was going to enjoy the time off that he had earned.

Arthur nodded and walked with him, looking him over slowly out of the corner of his eye. "Like what you have going on on your face," he mused with a little quirk of his lips. He had to admit, the scruff made Eames look just that much more rugged and fuck was that hot. Least...on Eames it was.

He chuckled at that, glancing sidelong at Arthur. He didn't say a word, though his free hand came up and rubbed at his jaw. It was mostly work and then not wanting to deal with razor burn from shaving on the plane when he realized he hadn't shaved. Now though, hearing that from Arthur, he was glad he didn't.

"Tell me if you still feel that way after feeling it on your dick," he muttered softly, smirking as he spoke so softly, just for Arthur's ears. He was playing games and he knew it. Hell, he loved it.

To his credit, Arthur held in his groan at the thought of feeling it on his dick and the words that came from Eames' mouth - so low so only he could hear him. He just looked over at him with a heated glance. "That better wait until after we get to one of our places," he muttered softly. As much as he wanted Eames' mouth or his hand on his ass - he wanted Eames fucking him just a little bit more right now.

Near a quieter portion of the airport, which was still fairly busy considering it was the de Gaulle airport, Arthur found a men's restroom and raised his eyebrows at Eames in silent question.

"Oh no worries, Boy. I know just what I promised you when I arrived. May make it hard for you to ride back to wherever we're staying tonight." So many assumptions made, watching Arthur as he did.

The assumption he'd be spanking his ass. Not to mention the one that they'd be spending tonight together. He suspected that Arthur would go along, but he knew that assumptions did no one any good.

Smiling though, he stepped forward and pushed open the door. "After you," he said, voice having dropped slightly, rumbling.

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."

Eames leaned his back against the wall, turning to the lock on the door. It was intended to be done by key only, an attempt to ensure that no one did what they were just about to do. That didn’t stop or slow down Eames though. He kept the leather bound kit in his breast pocket, just keeping it as close to him as he did his gun.

It didn’t take long, a few quick twists of his tools, and the door was locked. Sliding it back in his pocket, he turned to face Arthur.

“Well then. I do recall we had a discussion about this,” he teased, sliding out of his jacket and moving to hang it from the handle of his bag. “I admit though, I forget what it was we talked about.” He was pushing buttons and he knew they both knew it. “Tell me, Boy, what was that?”

Arthur watched him work and allowed his lips to curl up. It was always impressive to watch Eames do the things he did best. Once the door was properly locked and Eames was facing him, Arthur allowed himself to unabashedly look him over.

The smile curled into a smirk. "We did," he agreed and shrugged out of his jacket and hung it with Eames'. "I think we discussed that we would kiss and hug," he said with a teasing tone, also pushing buttons. He had to admit, he liked the intense look on Eames' face and wanted to see what he would do.

He didn't move away from the door, even as he undid the top two buttons on his shirt. His eyes narrowed and he shook his head.

"Oh no. Well, that's not true. I do plan to do both of those things," he admitted. "As often as you let me."

Slowly his expression changed, darkening a bit though his smile was suddenly a bit more wicked, cruelly wicked.

"Well, I suppose if that's all you want," he said, moving forward. "I mean, if you just want hugs and kisses, I can do that," he said, acting as if nothing else was on the table for that moment.

Arthur's eyes were drawn to the patch of skin revealed after Eames had unbuttoned the two buttons and allowed himself a little hum. It was interesting to see the play of emotions scatter over Eames' face and watched as his smile became devilishly wicked. Oh, now that was a good look on him. "Mm, who said that was all I wanted," he asked, standing in front of him as Eames walked in closer.

His eyes were considerably darker though and they both knew that wasn't just what they wanted out of this. They wanted something more. Much more than just a hug or kiss though those weren't unwanted either.

"I asked what we discussed and that was all you said, wasn't it," he asked, playing innocent despite that impish smile. It didn't seem ready to fade as he reached out. Not for Arthur's shirt, but for the buckle of his belt.

"Figure I can undress you later," he growled. "All I have to do now is get you naked enough I can bend you over that sink over there and make you watch while I remind that beautiful ass that it belongs to me."

Arthur returned his impish smile with an impish grin of his own before he licked his lips and watched Eames reach for his belt. "As if you don't know what we discussed, Mr. Eames," he said and bit on his bottom lip. Fuck, but he was already half hard thinking about what was in store and wanting Eames to do as he said he would.

He stepped in closer to Eames' body and leaned in to press a slow and deep kiss to his lips. "Mm, good," he mumbled, having missed him while he was gone. "No one else, daddy," he reaffirmed, looking at him.

In some ways he knew this was madness. They were on the roughest job of their careers. There was a good chance they were going to live out the rest of their lives in limbo and he was about to bang the best pointman in the business over a sink in a busy airport in Paris. Somewhere along the line his life had gone spiraling out of control.

And he loved it.

Giving another tug, undoing the belt fully before reaching to pop the button and draw down his fly. “Guess it’s a good thing I remembered lube then, isn’t it?” Asked as he leaned in, kissing him soundly “Why don’t you get bent over that mirror, let me see that ass,” he murmured, voice already low and husky with desire. “Show me what a good boy you are.”

God, he would never get tired of hearing Arthur say that word. Never.

For the next few hours, Arthur was not going to think about the job that had lead them to this point. He was only going to think about Eames and them -- and this bathroom in one of the busiest airports in Paris (if not the busiest). He allowed his tongue to flick over his bottom lip before Eames took them in a deep and sound kiss.

He hummed as the forger pulled away and nodded. "If you hadn't remembered the lube, think we would have had to manage another way," he sent him a little smirk before he backed up toward the mirror and sink, his fingers hooking into the belt loops of his slacks. "Mm, I dont' know - I think sometime, I want to be a pain just to see what you would do," he couldn't help but tease him but they both loved this. That much was obvious and it was rewarding to see the heat that flared into Eames' eyes every time he said 'Daddy'. Fuck but he had missed him.

He pushed down his slacks and boxers to his feet and rest his hands on either side of the sink - watching Eames through the mirrored reflection.

It was this that meant the most to Eames. Not just the trust of being Arthur's daddy, not that they shared this together with the wicked and inventive ways they wanted one another. It was that Arthur was willing to drop everything in the middle of Cobb's most fucked up scheme and be here with him, taking this chance because it was something they both wanted.

And then Arthur was bent over, pants around his ankles and for a moment Eames wasn't sure he'd make it. How could he when Arthur looked that damn good?

"Now that's a sexy boy," he groaned, digging in his pocket for the packet of lube. He didn't use it yet though as he came up behind Arthur, giving one cheek a sharp tap. "Can you get your legs wide enough like that," he asked, worried for his lover's sake.

Arthur watched as Eames came closer to him through the mirror and allowed his hands to tighten on the sink, licking at his bottom lip. He pressed back against his hand with just a hitch in his breathing. Fuck, but he could feel his heart speeding up at the look Eames gave him.

Arthur spread his legs as far as his slacks would allow him to and looked at Eames through the mirror. "As wide as they'll let me," he said. "Want them wider?"

Calloused, nimble fingers ran over the curve of Arthur's ass. He'd missed that tight curve, the beauty of the man before him. He'd had his voice, the memories and urgings but this, this was different. This was them together, not naked but that was sure to come soon enough.

Leaning back, he looked him over before raising his gaze to Arthur's reflection in the mirror. "No, that's good. More than good. God, you look so sexy like this," he groaned, not having to come up with good words, just being honest with him. He looked insanely sexy like this.

His fingers caressed the cleft of Arthur ass before he opened the lube, carefully slicking his fingers.

"Later I will take my time using you," he promised. "But for now I am reminding us both what we've been without," he said, carefully sliding a finger into him.

If anything, Arthur's eyes darkened further at the low rumbling praise that came from Eames' mouth. He didn't bother to mention that the mirror and sink had probably seen more things than either of them would ever want to think about because that would just ruin the atmosphere of what they had here. Still, he liked to hear how good Eames thought he looked.

He hummed throatily and shifted his stance a little as he nodded in agreement. "As you should," he said, agreeing before groaning at the careful finger working inside of him. Arthur forced himself to relax so he could take that finger easier and exhaled a breathy groan. "It's been too fucking long," he muttered, not that he or his body had necessarily forgotten but just too long since they had done this.

"Damn right it has," he said, staring at Arthur in the mirror as he worked that finger against his body. Stepping in close, just wanting to be near him as he worked a second finger into him.

"Tell me. Did you play with yourself while I was gone," he asked, arching a brow.

Arthur kept his gaze on Eames' through the mirror while he clenched and unclenched his hands on the sink with hitching moans. He could feel the stretch from his fingers and reveled in it - fuck but it felt good, decadent.

He nodded his head. "Mm, yeah -- yeah, I did, daddy," he said, looking down for a moment before lifting his gaze back up.

God but he was lost in how amazingly sexy and sensual Arthur could be. If someone had told him that a year ago, he never would have believed it. Not until now. Not until he saw him in these positions.

"That's a good boy. You kept yourself ready for me," he groaned, working a second finger into him at that. It was enough to encourage him, make him want so much more with him.

"God, how can you look so bloody good like this?"

It was one of the things that Arthur kept close to the chest about. Those that he slept with normally didn't know things about him but Eames -- probably knew more about him than anyone and he had no regrets about sharing this with him either. Especially not with that look in his eyes.

Arthur groaned and pressed back against his fingers, clenching around them. "Mm, kept myself as ready as I could," he said, licking his lips.

His lips curled up. "It's a gift."

“My gift,” he murmured, liking how that sounded as well. Leaning down, he kissed the back of Arthur’s neck, nipping lightly at the skin at the base of those soft, short hairs. “That’s my boy,” he groaned, working him with a scissoring of fingers, working hard to get him open. He wanted him. Bad. Desperately bad. The closer he was to him, the more he had, the more he needed. There was something about Arthur he was learning he craved.

“Tell me when you’re ready,” he groaned, not willing to rush and hurt him but desperate to have all he could, as soon as he could.

Arthur liked how that sounded coming from Eames' mouth. Liked how that mouth felt on the back of his neck and how he nipped at his skin. Christ, Eames goes away for a few weeks and suddenly, Arthur couldn't get enough of his touch, his lips on his skin, the feel of his fingers inside of him - he felt needy and wanting of everything Eames gave him. His fingers clenched and unclenched around the edges of the sink and pressed back against his fingers with a groan.

"Ready -- I'm ready," Arthur nodded with a panting breath a long minute or what seemed like minutes later.

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