Arthur licked at his bottom lip out of habit and cleared his throat a little. God, he hadn't even realized just how close Eames was standing - not that he didn't love it because he did. Especially after the long couple of weeks it took for them to get here.

He glanced at the sign and nodded. "Watch for my bags," he said then stepped away to walk toward the bathroom.

Arthur was going to do this with confidence because for him, there was no other way.

Besides, he had always been curious.

It took him a good few minutes to undress, remove his boxers then slide the red lace panties up. He adjusted himself, sucked in a breath then pulled his slacks back up. God, he was already getting hard, simply by feeling the lace on his cock. It was a tight fit but he'd make it work. Besides, Eames was going to have to drive, knowing what Arthur was wearing - he wasn't the only one in a tight spot.

Afterward, Arthur tucked his boxers into the envelope and walked out of the bathroom, coming to stand next to the forger.