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Welcome home - For bamf-pointman - Ships Passing

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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"But could you," he mused. "That would be the question, wouldn't it," he murmured. "Because if you can, then we have a problem," he teased, grinning widely. "I'm not working hard enough if you can."

Sighing at that nuzzling, cuddling Arthur to him. "So we have the weekend, right?"

Arthur chuckled softly and shifted a little to get more comfortable. "Ask me tomorrow, I probably won't be able to sit tomorrow," he said with an amused smirk. For now, his ass just hurt but tomorrow he would most definitely feel it. It was like most things - you didn't get the brunt of the pain until the day afterward. Then it was like every nerve finally caught on that fuck they didn't like that so much.

He hummed and cuddled in closer to him, resting a hand on his chest. "The weekend -- two whole days to ourselves."

"I plan to do it again Sunday night," he promised in a soft voice. "I mean, what's the fun in things for me if you go to work and can sit down," he asked, likely going to make true on that promise if Arthur didn't outright tell him no. Now a direct no was another story, but without it, he would do what he felt like.

"All for us," he sighed, leaning in to kiss Arthur's temple. "Good. I would harass you at work otherwise," he teased, though he likely meant it.

"Do you now," he asked in a soft voice. "Who says by Monday, I'll be able to sit comfortably?" Still, there was a little smile on his lips as he teased him. Arthur considered Eames' words and knowing that if he had anything against it and said as much, Eames wouldn't. He'd see how his ass was feeling Sunday. Maybe, just maybe he'd let Eames spank him again just so he could feel that ache the next day to last him until they could do it again.

Arthur's eyes closed a little as he relaxed into Eames and slowly returned to his proper head space. "You say that as if you don't already," he teased, pinching him playfully on his side.

"I, for one, am thankful for the days away from the warehouse."

He grinned, looking happy and perky and enjoying himself as his hands slid along Arthur's back, stroking the length of his spine.

"I guess I'll just have to test that ass daily, see how it's doing. Not that I plan to keep it always red," he teased. "Can't have you getting used to it, can I," he asked, hand sliding down, rubbing one reddened cheek.

"What? You think I'll keep harassing you," he asked, knowing he would... and knowing that Arthur knew the truth. He wouldn't let up. it was too much fun pushing his buttons, now more than ever.

For the first time in a while, at the very least since Eames left, Arthur was content, right here. "Looks like you will, Mr. Eames," he teased him in return, looking at him before pressing a nuzzling kiss to his jaw. "Can't have that - wouldn't do to just get used to it and it become sta --," a soft hiss escaped his lips when Eames rubbed one of his cheeks, shifting a bit.

He chuckled and bit on his lip. "You and I both know for a fact you will. You enjoy it." And Arthur personally joyed the banter they dished back and forth to each other.

That sound, the hiss that Arthur gave, made him smile. He did enjoy this. Not just because of the sexual pleasure but because of what Arthur offered. Trust. Faith. Companionship. It was more than Eames had ever thought he would have. So much that he needed and hadn't realized until he had it.

"I already am," he whispered, leaning in to steal a kiss. "I was the moment I saw you there at the airport."

Arthur felt a smile curl on his lips as he returned Eames' kiss, his hand sliding up and down over Eames' chest. He dragged his nails lightly over the skin. "Me too," he said, voice soft as he glanced at Eames. This warm, pliant - practically, god forbid, cuddly side of him was a side he didn't show to anyone but Eames.

"Glad I didn't have to fruit you," he whispered, leaning in and pressing another kiss to his lips.

Eames laughed at that, chuckling against his lips as they kissed.

"I think you did. Once. I ignored that as I recall," he pointed out, remembering that time they had phone sex when Arthur had been working.

"So, eventually we should move this to the bedroom. Or get food," he said with a grin.

He pulled back with a chuckle and licked at his bottom lip. "Yeah, you did," he said, giving him a faux firm look. But that had been absolutely amazing.

"We should," he nodded. "I should also clean the couch real quick -- are you hungry?" Whether Eames was hungry or not was a deciding factor in what they do next.

"And you loved it. I want to make you remember that as well," he teased, fingers still stroking over his back, the lines of his side, the sharp ridge of a rib beneath satiny skin. Loving the way he could just touch Arthur, marvel in him and his body.

That made him laugh. He couldn't help himself. "I was wondering how long before that bothered you. Get up and I'll check the fridge and you can clean up," he offered.

"How could I forget something like that," he asked with an amused smile. "It was a much different way of spending my morning." And he didn't regret it, if in part because they hadn't been caught.

He felt a grin tug on his lips in response to Eames' laugh. "Not allowed to judge," he muttered playfully before slowly shifting and standing from his lap. Arthur stood there for a long moment as he allowed his legs to get used to standing again and feeling the heat and ache from his ass. "There might be some cold curry in the fridge if you're interested." As he says it, he looks around for his boxers to pull on while he worked on the couch.

"I'm not judging," he assured him, fingers trailing in little skips down the length of Arthur's spine. "I just know you as well as anyone might,' he pointed out. "Maybe better than anyone else."

At least anyone living. Mal always knew about them. Even when they thought they were hiding it all.

"Are you hungry," he asked, rising and not caring he was naked.

Before Inception, he might have argued that but things were much different now. "There's no question about it, you do know me better than anyone else," he admitted, giving him a little look. Mallorie had known him, of course. She always had but he'd put money on Eames knowing him just a little bit better than she would.

He tugged on his boxers before grabbing the cleaning supplies he needed and got to work on the couch. "I could probably eat," he said, looking over at him with a grin.

"That's because I know what a needy boy you are," he said, fairly purring the words. He just liked how they sounded, and how Arthur took them and the reaction he had. It was entirely worth so much.

Glancing back at Arthur, he smiled. "Love, never change," he said, heading for the kitchen to scrounge and put together what he could.

Arthur didn't suppress the shiver that slid down his spine in response to Eames' words. Not now - not after how they spent their reunion and the next two days within reach. "And, you know just how to give it to me."

He glanced over at Eames with a raised eyebrow and a little amused smile. "I don't plan to. You just will have to take me as I am," he said, returning to the couch. He stood after he thought he had gotten it all and put the cleaning supplies away. Afterward, he walked into the kitchen to see what Eames had scrounged up.

For the last few weeks, he'd admit that he had primarily lived off of take out when he wasn't focusing on the job.

Eames hummed at that, thinking about how he gave it to Arthur. He liked that they were compatible like this, realizing that they might not have gotten this far if they weren't that compatible sexually. Beyond sexually but that was something they gave to each other that they likely couldn't get from others.

In the kitchen he had found the curry, a few leftover veggies from another meal, and steak medallions in a foil swan. He had put them together and was sauteing it up.

"I'm suddenly starving," he admitted.

He knew for a fact that there wouldn't be many, if any that Arthur trusted enough to give what they give each other in their sexual relationship. To trust Eames to be this open with him. Fact was, he was thankful that they had it as amazing as they did. While sex wasn't an end all or be all of relationships, having it helped him and Eames realize just what was missing.

Damnit, Mal had been right. And she probably knew it too. Underneath all those barbed words was a heat that was undeniable. Attraction.

Arthur's stomach made an embarrassing sound as he inhaled the scent of cooking curry. "I am too," he admitted, needlessly. "And there's enough for two it looks like," he said, watching Eames saute the curry, veggies and steak together.

Working to put things together, getting everything set up as a meal. He didn't cook much, just made the efforts he could to make sure he ate better than take away, but he did know the rudimentaries of it all.

He glanced back at him. "I wanted to make sure you ate. I watch you enough to know you don't always eat like you should," he admitted.

Despite himself, Arthur felt a hint of a smile tug on his lips. "I would disagree with that," he started, stepping around Eames as he grabbed two bowls from the cupboard and setting them down near Eames. He probably didn't have to continue on with that statement. they both knew it was more or less true - especially these days with Cobb and Inception.

He sat out two spoons and a couple of forks for the steaks before leaning against the counter and taking his time looking Eames over as he cooked. Cooked naked in his kitchen, mind you. He was pretty certain this kitchen hadn't seen this much action in as long as he knew.

Smiling as Arthur got things out, making sure it was all done. Assuring himself it was, he turned with skillet in hand to evenly distribute the food between the two bowls.

"And you can assure me you eat and all, but I know you. It's work. Work consumes you, especially during something like this."

It was part of who Arthur was, and that was good enough for him. That didn't mean he wouldn't work hard to take care of him though.

He watched as the two bowls were filled up and felt his stomach growl again. "I do eat," he said, giving Eames a little amused look. "But, I won't deny that work consumes me," he admitted with a little shrug.

He moved over to the fridge and opened it up. "Want anything to drink," he asked, taking out a bottle of water for himself. Eames knew him though, knew him better than anyone and knew just what he was like.

"Your stomach is saying otherwise," he pointed out. "So keep making that argument, Boy," he growled, though there was no heat to his words. Just affection for the other man.

"Water's fine. Thanks. And no worries, love. I'll watch over you and make sure you don't work too hard."

"My stomach is a traitor," he said, more amused than anything. Not to mention hungry. Arthur bit on his lip when Eames called him 'boy' and allowed himself a little hum. He didn't hear any heat behind his words. By now, he knew the difference between heated exchanges between the two of them and was starting to become more in-tune with the affectionate tones too. Arthur remembered having a salad sitting on his desk but what happened after that, he wasn't aware -- no, that wasn't true. He was asked over to test something out with Yusuf.

"Will you," he asked, taking out the second bottle of water before shutting the fridge and walking over to Eames again with a little smile. "Make sure I remember to get in a meal, you mean?" Arthur wasn't upset -- it had been a long time since anyone took notice of how he worked and how buried he could get in his job. For that matter, it had been a long time since anyone cared to notice. Not that he gave them much of a reason to.

“It sides with me,” he said with a grin. “I call that a friend. Least for me,” he said, smirking as he took the skillet to the sink, rinsing it out well. Later he would wash it out better but for now nothing would bake on. Arthur as his boy meant a lot, not just for sex. For him that was the difference, and he worried Arthur wouldn’t like it. It was one thing being submissive sexually, another being seen as someone’s submissive more than just when you were about to have sex.

He nodded, reaching out to stroke his thumb over Arthur’s cheek. “You’re mine to take care of now,” he murmured softly. “And I plan to do so. Not just sexually.” He paused, satring into Arthur’s eyes. “I hope that’s okay, because it’s how I feel about you. You’re mine and I’m going to take care of you.”

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