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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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"No. You're sexy. Therefor the details you give me are sexy. Details on their own aren't sexy," he said, smirking at him. They could do this, and maybe it would make this job less stressful than it had been.

"It's all he'll do after I punch him."

When it came straight down to it, at the end of the day and if they finally managed to complete Inception, Arthur could only imagine Dom walking away to whoever would be picking him up at the airport to take him back to his kids. Truthfully, he was one hundred percent convinced that even if Arthur hadn't given the man his, for lack of better term, notice - there probably wouldn't be even so much as a 'thank you' from Cobb for putting their lives on the line for a job this risky.

"That and then walk off," he said, perhaps a little more serious than their conversation had been thus far. But it was the truth, wasn't it?

He rolled his eyes to himself before stepping in closer to the forger and wiping the wash cloth over his shoulders, attempting to distract himself from this shit hole of a job again. They both knew the risks inherent in this job -- that it was possible and yet also exceptionally difficult and they had a lot of factors riding on it.

Turning to lean against the wall, arms up and folded before him and his brow resting on his arms. Presenting his back to Arthur with a crooked grin that could be heard in his tones. "You can keep doing that, if you want."

Because it was these things they were going to hold to. The moments they shared that they could both talk about having later but couldn't guarantee would come. They could die. Worse, there was limbo. Then there was that fear Eames had held since he got the call. The fear of losing his mind enough that even if he came back, he wouldn't ever be able to tell reality from the dreams again. Like Mal.

"And he's been in our bedroom, and now shower, enough. Let's talk about us."

Arthur allowed a little smirk to curl on his lips before stepping in closer and pressing a kiss to Eames' shoulder blade then sliding the wash cloth over his back. It was these small moments that Arthur would hold on to and remember to keep him going through this job. He had no doubt about that one bit.

He felt the smirk curl into a smile as Eames called it 'our' bedroom. He liked that. "Yeah, he has," he agreed, washing over his back then down over his arse. "Like...what we're going to do come Monday or what we should do for the rest of the weekend?" He was mostly teasing with the comment about Monday. This was a 'no work' zone for the weekend, or so they had originally planned.

Fairly purring, enjoying that sensation, the way Arthur touched him. The sound was soft and contented, eyes closing as he settled in just for the comfort of that touch.

"Monday? Monday we pretend to be grownups and hate one another so that no one knows that beautiful ass is quickly becoming mine," he said, words soft and lazy, lilting with his accent. "This weekend though, I plan on making that quickly into a definite."

He hummed and flicked his tongue over his bottom lip.

"Ah, back to the real world," he mused, his voice soft. He knew it, they both knew that it was how it would have to be for the time being so it wasn't a surprise for either of them.

He squeezed Eames' ass with a little smile. "We do have time to make up for."

The real world waited. They had a job to do. They had a job to survive. This though, what they have forged beyond that, it is what gives Eames the true drive to make sure they get through it all to emerge victorious on the other side.

"Until then, you and me. Find my place. Settle it in and work out how this continues even when we go back to the real world," he said, making it sound like the vow it was.

Arthur nodded and sat the wash cloth aside before sliding his hands up and down the expanse of his sides. They'd find him a hotel room to stay in, one preferably closer to the flat so neither of them would have to go far if they stayed over.

"We'll figure it out," he said, having absolutely no doubt about it. He pressed a nuzzling kiss to his back.

One hand reached back, sliding over Arthur's hip. "I like this. Like us together like this," he murmured softly. It was a lot of honesty, telling more than he should about his emotions. He was almost quiet, his voice soft. Nervous he was revealing too much.

Arthur would give him that. It was a lot of honesty but given how they've been while he'd been away, Arthur wasn't surprised. In fact, he was if just a little bit pleased.

"I do too," he said, his voice a quiet murmur as his arms wrapped around Eames from behind. Just taking in the intimacy of them together like this.

He breathed slow, evenly, deep breaths as he savored this moment. Then, because he was Eames, he said something that could very well ruin it as well.

"Of course, I plan to keep making your life miserable, because I like that too," he admitted, though with the intimacy they now shared, how close they were and how the teasing has changed, he realized that Arthur might already know this. Or he knows it now.

Of course he had to go and say something like that.

Not that it shocked Arthur at all and in fact, it made the corner of his lips tug up.

He was more than aware about this affinity that Eames had in making his life difficult. Besides, it wasn't as though he wasn't equally aware of how their relationship had changed and how much he himself made Eames' life difficult. "Of course," he said, nipping on his shoulder. "Just like I plan to keep making remarks about your fashion sense or lack thereof and being a pain in your ass," he said.

Arthur figured it was just part of the understanding and relationship that the two of them had together.

"You are in love with my fashion sense, and you know it," he said, sniffing softly. "I'm charming and adorable and you can't help yourself."

Which he believes to be true, holding it dear to his heart. Now more than ever.

"Come on, Arthur," he said, saying his name like an endearment. "Let's take this somewhere else."

"I think I said it worked for you," Arthur said, his tone taking on a fond tone however. "Not that I was particularly in love with it." Which meant that Arthur was in agreement with the rest of Eames' statement regarding his charm and adorableness.

He hummed and kissed his shoulder blade. "Mm, let me wash my hair real quick then we can get out."

He stepped away from the heat of Eames' body and stood underneath the water, sliding his fingers through his hair that undoubtedly would curl at the ends once it started to dry.

He didn't argue that, smiling at Arthur though he stepped back. Letting him have the full spray of the water as he stood there in the steamy air, cool though not cold. Warmed more by this, what they have, and watching the water sluice over Arthur's body. That view definitely didn't hurt with staying warm, that was for sure.

He smiles, feeling the sprinkles of water against his chest as Arthur washed his hair. "I love your hair when there's no product in it," he admitted.

"You're biased," Arthur teased with a little curl of his lips, opening his eyes to look at the man before him. He closed his eyes again as tilted his head back to allow the spray to wash over his head. Not only had their evening been so far active, what with both the airport and the spanking on the couch, but the day in general had been tiring. Being here in the shower with Eames was definitely a way to decompress from all of that.

"I am. I'm entirely and one hundred percent biased towards your stunning good looks and brilliant mind," he agrees, smiling at Arthur. He wouldn't deny it. There's a lot he might lie about but there's nothing to be gained from a lie now.

Reaching behind the curtain, he moved to get a towel, groping blindly because he wasn't willing or eager to look away from Arthur. Getting the towel, he kept it behind him until Arthur was done, having it ready for him. He liked the spanking, the rough sex, and he also understood having to take care of him as well.

"Knew it," Arthur said with a pleased smile.

A few minutes passed before Arthur turned off the water and moved over to the forger. "Are you ready to get out?"

He already felt a lot better after the shower. He'd be more sore tomorrow, he knew that, but he also felt pleasantly content for now.

He nodded, moving to drape the towel around Arthur with much aplomb. "Definitely ready to get out. I'm starting to prune, and I can't have that," he murmured, tsking playfully.

His eyebrows rose a little as Eames draped the towel around him and clutched the sides together between one hand. "No, we can't have that," he said before he lifted a hand up to slide it over the heavy shadow of hair along his jaw. He'd seen Eames with stubble before but he was sure that this was among the first time's that he's seen the forger with more than a few days of stubble.

"Come on," Arthur said before stepping out of the bath and pulling off a second towel to hand over to Eames.

He leaned in to that touch, closing his eyes with a soft sound of contentment. He enjoyed being this close to Arthur. Not only physically but the mental nearness that their new relationship has given them. It's letting Arthur in when he's never let another person get this close to him in longer than he can remember.

Taking the towel, he slid it around his waist and tied it off. Mostly dry from waiting for Arthur, watching him, he smiled as he ran a hand over his hair and flicked it at Arthur.

Arthur made an indignant sound and scrunched his nose up with a laugh. "Charming," he said, giving him an amused look before doing the same thing minutes later after sliding a hand through his hair. He adjusted the towel before using it to dry his body off.

Eames was the first man Arthur had over to his flat for more than a night's time. The first person in an exceptionally long time that he had willingly gotten this close to and shared as much as he had with. Maybe it had always been leading up to this. All those years they pushed and backed away, they poked and prodded until one of them reacted and the other backed off. And now, they weren't running. They were in this.

That and Eames being here to stay was something he was getting used to. That he was patient was another.

Laughing, liking that playful side of Arthur's he's learned about so recently. It was something he cherished, knowing how few got to see the point man in that light, all because he kept it from them.

He reached out, pulling Arthur to him. His mouth came down on his, hard but not rough. It was more about the emotions than the kiss, things he couldn't say but needed Arthur to know at the same time.

With one hand, Arthur held onto the towel wrapped around his body while the other found itself to one side of Eames' neck with a low sound.

They weren't the type to openly talk about emotions or feelings unless push came to shove. This though, this they were good at. Using actions to convey everything that they couldn't speak of out loud.

It was because of that that Arthur returned the hard kiss and stepped in closer to the forger.

They were men of action. It showed in their businesses outside of the dreamshare. It showed even more in the ones they did within. The battles they fought, the games they won, and the lives they led. And kept living. It was that action that kept them alive, Eames felt, and it was what brought them to this moment as well.

It was easier for him to show. Kisses. Affection. The car he showed the point man because he mattered enough to show those things to. Wrapping both arms around him, pulling him close as he groaned into the kiss, a soft sound of contentment as much as lust.

Welcome home - For bamf-pointman - Ships Passing

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