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[artfulforger]

Australia seemed to go on forever with surveillance and research and ensuring that he not only had every needed mannerism down to a tee but that Eames had made enough notes that if Arthur had any questions, he could answer them. He had everything they needed and he was ready to go home. Ready to get back to a job that excited him as much as he feared just where it was going. Ready to get back to a pointman who was really turning his world upside down, and he was realizing how much he loved it.

Waiting until he was on his last layover and he was sure that the flights would be on time, he sent Arthur a message just before boarding his flight.

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Eames had shipped ahead everything else he needed, not that it had been much, so as he came down the walk to the terminal, all he had was a single rolling carry on. Dressed in fawn colored slacks and a dark burgundy coat over a paisley shirt, he looked like a tourist with a heavy shadow of hair growth along his jaws and a bright light in his eyes as he looked around for the man that should be waiting for him.

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[bamf_pointman]

It was better than everything Arthur had imagined over the last few weeks. It wasn't even the act itself that rang out in his mind, it was the emotion and those intense and heated looks they shared throughout the entire time. It was the intimacy between them that he would remember the longest.

As he worked on catching his breath, he watched Eames through the mirror and made a soft sound when he stopped deep inside of him. "Course you did," he said with a little smile before he continued, "I missed you too."

[artfulforger]

Shifting slowly, groaning as he slipped free from his lover. Yet it allowed him to wrap his arms around Arthur's waist and draw him slowly back to him as he nuzzled the back of his neck.

"Thank you," he whispered, kissing time and again. "I've always wanted this and now with you, it was right." He'd wanted this for so long and hadn't realized it. Not the sex in the bathroom but Arthur, in his arms. His for as long as it lasted. Or until they hit limbo and never made it out. That fear haunted him but he wouldn't let it stop him.

[bamf_pointman]

Arthur groaned when Eames slipped free from him and felt himself clench down trying to keep in his come. He straightened slowly and allowed himself to leans back against him with a soft sigh.

He was surprised a little by the whispered 'thank you' and waited for Eames to continue. When he did, he couldn't surpress his little smile. "It was right," he agreed, softly and tilted his head to press a kiss to Eames' jaw. As much as they should be straightening their clothes and leaving, Arthur couldn't find the energy to move from Eames' arms just yet - wanting to stay for another long moment.

"I'm glad you're back," he admitted in a soft whisper.

[artfulforger]

Kissing the back of his neck, the curve of his jaw and then the shell of his ear with a sigh. "Oh Darling, I make no promises not to keep my hands off you at work. I don't think I can do that," he admitted. "Not now."

Not after he'd been without him, wanting to be near him and hold him and just work and have him near.

[bamf_pointman]

Watches him from half lowered eyelashes through the mirror as he rests his body against Eames's. "Think you can hold off until we're alone at work," he asked with a teasing little smile but in reality, he knew the feeling. He knew it very well having gone through what they had over the last few weeks.

[artfulforger]

The truth was, they both knew he would be a professional when it came to it, but in that moment holding one another, he truly had to think about how professional he could be.

"I'll try," he said with a chuckle. "But there's no promises for that."

[bamf_pointman]

That was the thing about Eames, Arthur knew him enough to know that Eames could be just as professional as anyone else when the situation called for it. He chuckled and tilted his head to nuzzle at his jaw with a soft breath.

"Mm, I'll take that." Only because it was Eames and Arthur could and would put a stop to anything if he thought they were going to get caught.

He reached around and squeezed Eames's thigh. "Come on, we should get out of here," he said after finally getting his bearings together. "Want to go to your place or mine?"

[artfulforger]

He kissed the back of his neck once more before he nodded, pushing to straighten a bit. He took a deep breath and then made himself step back before he pulled Arthur to him once more.

"Come on then, Darling. You're still mine but let's get somewhere more comfortable."

[bamf_pointman]

He nodded and walked in closer to the sink, grabbed a couple of paper towels before he cleaned himself up a bit. After throwing away the paper towels, he brought up his boxers and pants and fastened them. He then straightened his shirt before turning to face Eames. "Let's go. My place?"

[artfulforger]

Yeah, Eames was so hitting the shower when they got back but wasn't worrying about that now. Not for the time being. He was just wanting to be able to pull Arthur to him again.

So he did, needing one more kiss. It was slow, deep, all those emotions that had been in his eyes in that reflection.

"Yeah. Yours. You're still mine for the weekend, Boy."

[bamf_pointman]

Arthur went in closer to him willingly and returned the slow and deep kiss. He slid his hand along his neck and licked along his bottom lip with a soft sound from the back of his throat.

He nodded as they parted. "Yours, daddy," he said, looking at him with a little grin. "Stocked up on some groceries in case we needed anything and didn't want to go out."

[artfulforger]

Maybe one day his stomach wouldn't flutter at that word from that beautiful mouth. Today was not that day. Taking a breath, he stepped back and glanced to the mirror to make sure he was all put together.

He glanced over Arthur, knowing he would be perfectly done. "Time to head to your place then. Let's go."

[bamf_pointman]

He nodded and walked toward the door, waited for Eames to unlock it then poked his head out to make sure no one was around before stepping out. It didn't take too long to make it over to Arthur's place. The car ride was a little uncomfortable if only because he could feel Eames's come slowly leak out of him. He would definitely have to take a shower when they get in but there were no regrets to be had.

Finally, they were alone in his flat, unfollowed, with the door shut behind them and locked. "Are you hungry," he asked, removing his suit jacket and hanging it up on a hanger before turning to face him. They were finally, 100% alone and Arthur didn't resist the urge to step forward, closer to the forger.

[artfulforger]

He waited until they were in the cab, then he reached over for Arthur's hand. Appearances had to be maintained but he was going to take advantage of what he could, when he could. Yet the moment it stopped, he let go, professional as always. There was no telling who might see them and if they worst they saw was them together, they could explain that. Anything more was another story.

And his arms went around Arthur, pulling him close. "Missed you," he murmured, not answering the question. Not yet. Food was not as important as a kiss.

[bamf_pointman]

Though he may never admit it just yet, Arthur liked it that Eames wanted that physical touch as much as he did, that he wanted to hold his hand during the cab ride back to his place. When they arrived, it was back to the professional facade they both worked and mastered to suit their needs.

Arthur stepped in closer and wrapped both arms around Eames in return, returning his kiss. "Missed you too," he murmured in response, sliding a hand up and into his hair, cupping the back of his head so he could press a deeper kiss to his lips.

[artfulforger]

Letting himself sink into that kiss, Eames was content to have just that. It was enough after what they had shared in the airport to just have that for the moment.

Not that he would admit that, admit to them becoming something that meant a lot to him.

Not until his job was done and then look for something more. Inception was too dangerous to look to the future. He had to just hope there was any kind of life after inception.

[bamf_pointman]

Arthur pressed Eames up against the nearest wall as he deepened the kiss further with him, pressing in closer. He was just taking his time, kissing and licking into his mouth.

No one knew where this job would take them. All they could and would do is prepare for the worst but after this - he was going on a fucking vacation two years in the making.

[artfulforger]

He liked when Arthur did that though he'd never admitted it. Arthur taking charge was, in his mind, a good thing. Sometimes even on the job though that he would definitely never, ever admit. This though, this was good as he kissed back, groaning and wrapping his arms snugly around him.

"I like you can't keep your hands off me," he said as he broke the kiss.

[bamf_pointman]

Arthur made a soft sound in the back of his throat and licked at his bottom lip. "I like that you apparently can't do the same - keep your hands off of me," he clarified with a little smirk. He slid his hands to the coat and pushed it off of his shoulders. "You will stay awhile, won't you," he asked with a cheeky little grin. They both knew that Eames would stay the weekend or as long as Arthur would let him.

[artfulforger]

"I'm a man of instinct and a hedonist to boot. I want something I do what I can for it. You are part of what I want. Have been for a bit, Boy. "

He smiled then, leaning in to nip him softly. "That you haven't realized that isn't a bad thing, just something I kept from you for as long as I could. At least until I knew you were interested," he admitted.

[bamf_pointman]

A low and content hum slipped from his mouth when Eames leaned in to nip at his lips. "Now I know," he mused with a little smirk, opening his eyes to look at him with dark eyes.

"Now that we're all alone, Mr. Eames - what are you going to do with me? I think, I mentioned sucking you off at one point," he said, moving his hand down to cup Eames through his pants.

[artfulforger]

"You do. I get I should have told you sooner," he admitted, shrugging though. "This is what I want from you, and it was worth the wait," he admitted softly.

He arched a brow. "I do think you need to do that. Soon. Hard. Before I fuck that mouth hard."

[bamf_pointman]

Arthur shook his head and smoothed his hand over Eames' chest. "Don't think either of us were really ready for this when we were in Monaco. Weren't ready for what it could turn into." But now they were and as Eames said, it was well worth the wait.

"Which do you want more right now? Want my mouth sucking you down or do you want to spank me, daddy," he asked, raising his gaze to look at Eames with darkening eyes. They had the whole weekend -- there was absolutely no rush.

Wasn't sure which one you wanted me to use.

[artfulforger]

"And now," he asked, arching a brow. "Are you ready now?"

He knew he was. He was ready and he wasn't going to walk away from this. Not unless Arthur walked away from him.

"Because if you're ready, I want my boy. Over my knee, begging for it," he admitted, growling with the desire for so much more than the physical of it.

I was totally good with either! <3 Arthur loves it.

[bamf_pointman]

"And now," Arthur started, looking at him. "Now, I'm ready. Wouldn't be here, wouldn't have come to the airport if I wasn't," he admitted. He wasn't planning on walking away now. Not when they had so much starting to go for them, even with Inception over their heads.

His eyes darkened, his tongue slipping out to lick at his bottom lip. "Naked, daddy," he asked, his hand sliding over Eames' chest slowly. After three weeks of not having Eames here with him, he was giving himself this. Allowing Eames, in his own way, to take him and take the reigns for the weekend. Trusting him to do so.