artfulforger | Presents

Although they had been texting and calling off and on, Arthur started to get restless closer and closer to the date he decided to leave Portland. Phone calls, texting (sexting) and photos only did so much. That wasn't to say when they had to, he wouldn't make due of course. But now, after a long couple of weeks, he was finally going to be able to see Eames again.

And? He'd be find out what this present was that the forger had hinted at. Before Inception? He didn't think he'd be as excited for a present as he... well, as he was now.

Arthur hadn't planned for just a weekend. So long as Eames wasn't planning on suddenly leaving, he wasn't going anywhere. Least, not for a little while. He didn't have a job lined up yet so an extended vacation was just what he needed.

Especially after Inception.

Arthur stepped off the plane in what he would deem as more than casual - fitted jeans and a button down top. As he made his way down the concourse with his shoulder bag, he looked around for the man who promised to be waiting then felt himself smile when he saw him.

It only took him a fraction of a second longer to notice just how he was dressed. Oh. God, the man looked good. Fucking good. His hands clenched at his sides as he made his way over to him and smiled. "You're a sight for sore eyes."

He smiled, watching as Arthur approached. He let him come to him, not saying a word to him. Not at first. Then he leaned in close, nuzzling at Arthur's ear. "You are a beautiful boy," he whispered. "Those jeans look amazing."

Straightening, he took Arthur by the front of his shirt, pulling him in for a kiss. He didn't give a rat's ass who might see them. Kissing him was too important.

The man was wicked. Simply wicked.

It was one of the things Arthur enjoyed most, if he were honest.

"I thought you may like them, Mr. Eames," he whispered, admitting it with a slow smile.

It had been too damn long until Arthur felt Eames' mouth on his own and because of that, he couldn't find it in himself to truly care who might see them. He just wanted this. He stepped in so he was flushed against him as he returned the kiss, bringing both hands up to the other man's shirt and clenching it in his hands.

"Mm, you miss me," he murmured against his mouth with a tiny smirk.

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"Love how they make those legs look like they go on forever," he pointed out. And they did. "Love them wrapped around me," he admitted with a grin.

Someone cleared their throat, and another giggled. Maybe one day it wouldn't be like that, wouldn't keep being a way for people to giggle and laugh about but until then, Eames didn't care. He had Arthur back, so he didn't care.

"I missed you more than I have words for," he admitted. It was Eames and words, it likely said a lot that he worded it that way.

Arthur grinned. "I especially like them wrapped around you too," he grinned, sliding his hand over Eames' shirt. He heard the giggling and the other clearing their throat but at that moment? He couldn't find it in himself to care. Not in the least bit.

The grinned turned into a warmer smile when Eames admitted to how much he had missed him. "I missed you too," Arthur admitted before leaning in to press another kiss to his mouth.

Fuck, he was really glad to be here. Finally.

It was in Eames' mind to put on a bit of a show. Had it just been some boy he was with, he might well have done so. This was Arthur though, and respecting the man in his arms was more important than being a bit of an arse to others.

"Good. Hate to think I was the only one," he teased, stealing that kiss. "I would know better though, even if you said so," he added, knowing that it was mutual in so many things they were sharing.

"Do you have bags we should get?"

"I'd hope you would know better," Arthur admitted with a little grin then licked at his bottom lip. He took one of Eames' hands in his and gave it a squeeze.

"Yeah, I have a couple of bags to grab before we leave," he nodded. "Then you can show me this paradise."

Not to mention this present that Eames kept teasing him with.

Nodding, he kept Arthur's hand, even as he led him through the airport. If the pointman wanted to pull away, he could, but Eames wasn't going to voluntarily let go of his hand. He wanted this more than he cared about the looks they might get.

"Well, I will tell you this. It's smaller than a breadbox. Does that help?"

After the few weeks they spent a part, he was just fine with his hand in Eames'. He gave it a squeeze and walked with him toward baggage claim and leaned against him a little. Besides, he knew that he didn't have any warrants for him here and the only one that he knew in the immediate area was Eames.

His mouth curled up as he thought about everything it could be. "Smaller than a breadbox and something I'm obviously going to be wearing. So that makes it one of a few things... jewelry of some kind or some kind of clothing...," he grinned.

"Aren't you glad it's smaller than a breadbox?" He grinned. "I mean, if you have to wear it." Which was the truth. It would be painful to wear something that big, right?

"Let's write off jewelry," Eames noted. "How about this."

He tugged Arthur to the side, out of traffic, moving to pull something out of his pocket. It was a small envelope, bulging with whatever soft thing was within.

Arthur's mouth curled up into a little smirk. "Very glad," he said. After all, if it was bigger, sometimes that meant it was heavier and that would not be attractive.

His eyebrow arched as Eames took out a small envelope that looked squishy. He reached out for the envelope so he could peak. Arthur glanced at him with an amused smile. "Did you buy me a new pair of boxers, Mr. Eames?" He wasn't exactly making the connection yet but he felt like he was getting closer and closer.

The other option, one that he didn't exactly allow himself to consider, was also probable.

Knowing Eames?

Very probable. He felt heat creep up his neck at the thought.

Eames watched Arthur, considering the options they had in this moment. He knew that the point man was thinking about what could be in the package, and when he asked that question, Eames coudln't help but smile. Wide and wicked and amused.

"No, no that isn't what I bought, but you're getting closer," he admitted, tapping the package. "Why don't you open it, see what you find within," he encouraged, giving a wink.

Inside was a small pair of red lace panties. Damn but he couldn't help but want to see them on Arthur. "Just a little something," he said, gaze intent.

His eyebrows rose when he took the envelope them opened it so he could peek inside. Arthur's cheeks flushed. Oh.

They had spoke about it once or twice before in passing but oh, he had actually bought him a pair of panties.

Red panties.

Arthur felt his cheeks flush a little and looked at him then licked at his bottom lip.

"Yeah, just a little something," he said with a little grin. Literally. They were little but he knew they would fit. "Now the question is... when should I put on your little gift."

Eames watched his lover closely, loving the way his cheeks changed, and the look on his face. He loved that reaction, knowing what he thought of that item. Stepping in a tiny bit closer to him, smiling as his fingers brushed over the back of his lover's hand.

"Very. Little." He murmured softly. "And I think it's going to be very tight to wear that home on the drive," he said, glancing from Arthur to the sign nearby for a men's restroom. "Well?"

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.

Letting Arthur walk into the loo and not following him was one of the most difficult things that Eames had ever done. He wanted to follow him, to pull Arthur to him and fuck the point man then and there, right in the bathroom with anyone coming in knowing just what they were doing.

And it was those thoughts in his mind when Arthur came out, the other man's bags at Eames' feet.

Watching him walk closer, considering what the tighteness might change and knowing that his own trousers were so much tigether than they might have otherwise been.

"Well? What do you think, Love? How does it feel? Do tell me, in detail,' he growled, almost as if giving a command.

Arthur had been a little surprised when Eames hadn't followed him into the bathroom (it hadn't stopped them before) but it would make what they did back at the villa all the better. Or, make the trip there more drug out.

He licked at his bottom lip as he walked over to him and cleared his throat just a little, loud enough for Eames to hear. God, his pants felt tighter and he couldn't get over the feel of the silk against his cock like this.

Arthur could feel a flush creeping up his neck as he looked at Eames. "I think you chose well," he said, his voice taking on a huskier edge. "Feels...decadent and sinful. I can't wait to show you," he said, his mouth curling up into a teasing smirk.

You can bet Arthur was going to tease Eames with them.

He liked it though. They were the only two to know what he was wearing underneath his jeans and it felt like their little secret.

Eames watched the point man intently. The way he moved, the expression on his face. He most certainly caught that flush to his cheeks and he couldn't help but rock on the balls of his feet, fighting the urge to adjust himself because his slacks suddenly felt about three sizes too small.

Shifting in closer, his hand ran along Arthur's hip, stroking lightly there.

"That's because you are decadent and sinful, Darling. You're my wicked boy, I'm just making sure you remember that during the drive... and perhaps for the whole time we're here," he said, not admitting he had other types and styles, just waiting and wanting to see him in them.

Ever the pointman, Arthur noticed the way Eames rocked on the balls of his feet, resisting the urge to adjust. He licked at his bottom lip and stepped in closer to the forger, feeling the hand over his hip.

Christ, he felt overheated.

He smiled at Eames' murmured words and looked at him. "Trust me, I remember," he said, leaning in to press a kiss to his mouth. "Let's get out of here."

He needed to be alone with Eames. Needed to indulge himself in the other man in a way they hadn't been able to since Inception weeks ago.

Oh but Eames' smile was positively wicked, dark, twisted even in ways that were not normal for him. Ways that had everything to do with the hand sliding over the curve of Arthur's arse, loving the way the fabric of his trousers moved against the silken fabric.

"What? No dinner on the way? You're not a bit peakish?"

Now he was teasing, pushing, wanting to see the way Arthur reacted.

Oh he knew Eames would do that and would take the moment indulge himself.

Fuck.

He closed his eyes for a moment to clear his head of just how good that felt and lifted his gaze to Eames' again, his eyes darkening.

"Mm, I figure I'll have plenty to sate my appetite on the way," he whispered in his ear before giving him a wicked and teasing look. Subtle? Nah.

Eames though was a shownman and a bastard. So when Arthur said that, he gasped, grasping that sweet ass as he did.

"Arthur. Oh. My. Are you offering to..."

He leaned in close, making it so he could whisper, his lips moving against Arthur's ear.

"Are you offering to suck me off on the ride home? Naughty boy, if you are."

Normally, Arthur was guarded and didn't allow much show. Except that when he was with Eames and he did something like that, he couldn't not respond. Arthur's mouth opened for a moment when Eames' hand grabbed his ass then smirked in response.

He leaned in and whispered into Eames' ear. "I am and I'm planning on showing you just how well these fit." Arthur nipped at Eames' earlobe before pulling his mouth back.

"We should probably go before someone calls the law," he said with a wink.

Oh but damn this was suddenly taking a turn and one that Eames wasn't willing or eager to back down from. Excited about the idea of where this would go, and just what he might receive from Arthur. On so many levels.

"Oh fucking hell, Arthur. Yes. I want that," he admitted. "Anything to see the straight laced pointman at all torn apart and broken down. So much of it was delicious and he couldn't resist wanting to see more and more of that.

"Lead on then, Love. I'd hate to be bound and held by anyone but you."

While Eames may have his own plans for the vacation they were going to spend together, Arthur knew he would do all he could to make it likewise memorable for Eames. Not that he doubted that they would enjoy it because they were already starting off on a good foot.

Fuck, he could feel his hard cock pressing tight against the lace and silk panties. He couldn't wait to show Eames when they were out on the road.

"I thought you may," he said with a slow grin and licked at his bottom lip. He knelt down to grab one of his bags and lift the handle of his rolling suitcase, trusting Eames to grab the PASIV. "Where'd you park?"

He'd been excited for this, wanting to have Arthur there and some time between the two of them. The panties had been a challenge. This though, this was beyond that. This was Arthur most certainly turning the tables on him, and he loved it.

Carrying the machine almost felt like second nature, something he was used to and part of the comfort in their life.

"Just down on the first floor," he said, giving a nod. "One level down. Follow me."

It had felt like too much time had passed since they were last together in Los Angeles after Inception. They had of course communicated through text, email and phone calls but that was hardly the same as being in the same room (or place) with the forger. Normally, he wasn't the sort to think about those things but after all they've been through, Arthur felt he was allowed it.

As with everything in their lives, Arthur enjoyed turning the tables on the Forger. The push and pull of their relationship was rather normal if he was honest. As with everything else that had changed, the tone changed in their relationship. It was no longer the heated (perhaps slightly bitter) exchange. Now, it was heated in a much different way.

Arthur nodded and followed him down the hall. "Actually looking forward to this vacation," he said with a smile.

Thankfully the world gave them so many options for keeping in touch, but it was nothing like this. Nothing like having one another together, to have some time they could be with one another without work and all else that came with it.

This, even still in a public place, felt so much more intimate than the calls and texts. Arthur was here, and wearing those panties, and damn Eames couldn't even find words for how happy he was in that moment.

'I'd be disappointed if you weren't," Eames said with a snort, moving to pat Arthur on the ass. "But I'm glad you're here, Darling."

There was nothing at all like being in the same place at the same time and simply spending time one on one together. Before, work had always been involved and for two years, he was on the lam going from one job to another with a small break in between until Inception happened. Now... he could actually relax with Eames and not worry about when the next job would be or what next fuckup Cobb was working on.

Arthur was getting used to this odd new feeling of freedom.

He chuckled at the pat to his ass before smirking at Eames. "Glad to be here, Mr. Eames. It's been too long." Arthur took Eames' free hand in his, lacing their fingers together. He didn't often hold hands with anyone but they'd already kissed in the airport, holding hands wouldn't be that far of a stretch.

"So, how far away is this villa you have?"

Getting away had always felt good before. Now though it was different. It was finding time instead of just heading off somewhere between jobs. It was finding time for the two of them to be together and leave the world behind. That was definitely something that Eames was glad about. He loved what he did, but he also loved the idea of ignoring it all for Arthur.

The public displays made him smile, wide, and glad for it. It was an amazing sensation.

"About a twenty minute drive. Think you can control yourself until then?" He asked, giving his hand a squeeze.

Arthur smiled at the squeeze to his hand. "Can I control myself? Yes. The more important question is, will I," he mused, giving Eames a teasing and wicked smirk. "Because I have to say, I really wanted to show you this special gift that you gave me."

And he might've mentioned a blow job or something in the meantime.

"But if you want me to control myself, I could consider it..." Arthur gave Eames' hand a squeeze as they walked out into the parking garage and took a look around them, letting Eames lead the way to the car.

"If I see that gift, I won't have control," he admitted, though they both knew the truth of that. Eames could have some amazing control but Arthur in tiny, silky panties? He knew he would have none. "That said, no one says you honestly have to behave," he noted, voice coming in a low rumble.

"I doubt I would ever ask you to control yourself," he murmured. "Unless I was using it to torment you," he admitted. "Which is amusing but not for now."

Not when they were finally back together again. Not now.

Arthur slowly grinned. It wasn't a surprise at all but he loved hearing and knowing that Eames was just as effected as Arthur was effected by Eames. Especially now after weeks of being a part after the biggest job they've ever pulled up to this point.

"Good to know," he mused and glanced at him before stopping and tugging on his hand. Arthur leaned in and pressed a slow kiss to the other man's lips. For the first time in longer than he'd admit, he felt free to just be and not worry (as much) about being found out by someone.

Pausing, leaning into that kiss, grinning at Arthur as he gave his ass a pat. His hand lingered there, not wanting to pull away though he forced himself to with a sigh.

Strolling up to the car, Eames popped the trunk for the other man's bag. "Come on then. I want you close and I need you home for that, he said. "Wishing I'd taken a cab and we'd taken that back to the villa."

He smirked when he felt Eames' hand on his ass, giving it a pat. A low sound escaped from his throat as he forced himself to step away from Eames, licking at his bottom lip.

He sat the bag down in the trunk and closed it when the PASIV was set inside. "Cab, personal driver..., any of those would have worked," Arthur teased him with a grin. Fuck but he needed that just as much as Eames did. They had waited a week... two weeks, what was another hour?

"Yes well, I wanted you alone and have time we could talk about anything we wanted to without anyone else listening in," he admitted, giving him a playful smile. "I was thinking us talking, not me stripping you down and licking you all over," he teased.

"But I like having the time alone with you as much as imagining anything else."

Arthur chuckled and leaned against the trunk of the car. "Which is why you brought me a present at the airport," he asked with a teasing little smile. It wasn't just the sex that Arthur enjoyed in their relationship. It was how... close they felt after taking this gigantic step. He enjoyed the conversations they could get into and simply just teasing each other.

"I like the time alone as well. It's much preferred than needing to mince words when in other company."

Oh with that Eames went wide eyed, innocent even. If he could keep his lips from twitching. He wasn't doing well at that. Which is why he edges in, moving to pin Arthur between himself and the trunk.

"I brought them because the thought of seeing you in that left me fucking aching for days when I saw them," he admitted in a low, rumbling voice. "But I want you to know that despite that? I want you here for you, and nothing is expected. No matter how much I want."

Presents - For Arthur

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