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relationships are a tricky business

[Eames perhaps doesn't give things the amount of thought they deserve all the time. To one degree or another, he's always been at least a little impulsive, but his habit of looking at things in terms of what's practical instead of what they mean is an oversight that seems to be specific to dealing with Arthur.]

[Case in point: Arthur has a change of clothes at his place, because it only makes sense. If he's going to spend the night so regularly, he should have clean clothes to leave in the next day. The fact that Eames spent a good while rearranging his drawers when he got back to clear one out for Arthur is obviously only a logical continuation of that. Who really wants their only choice of clothing to be "whatever I wore when I was here last"? It doesn't mean anything except that Eames is wonderfully considerate and deserves a gift for his altruism.]

[Either way, it's done now and Eames is busying himself heating some leftover chilli for dinner. Arthur's supposed to be over at some point, but he has no idea when and he is a hungry man who missed lunch because of business reasons.]

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[Eames hums softly and puts a hand on Arthur's hip, thumb brushing light circles as he shakes his head.]

I want you to be comfortable when you're here.

[Arthur regards Eames softly as he raises an eyebrow.]

Comfortable enough to stay longer and more often?

If you want.

[He shrugs a shoulder. It certainly wasn't at the forefront of his mind, but he can't say he'd object either.]

[Arthur nods, falling into silence for a beat or so and looking down at his hand on Eames' chest. It always feels really nice to just be in Eames' presence like this and he doesn't want to pull away despite the fact that he still needs a better handle on the situation right now. He gets the sense that Eames really didn't think much of clearing out this drawer for Arthur but that leads to another set of questions entirely - questions that they've done a really good job dancing around.]

What do you mean when you say we're not most people?

[Eames is busy putting his glass on the dresser so he can put both hands on Arthur's hips, so the question catches him by surprise. Eames frowns and furrows his brow as he considers the question.]

Most people are boring, not too smart. Do things because they're "supposed to" instead of because it's what they want.

[He raises an eyebrow and tilts his head a little.]

You're better than that.

[and so is he]

[Arthur smiles and tilts his head with Eames, happy for the flattery but...]

I think it's still fair for me to wonder what it means when you make room for me in your house. Would it be wrong for me to assume you don't do that very often?

[Eames bows his head a little, slightly bashful at the question and what it's forcing him to consider. It's not something he does often, Arthur's right. Letting someone leave a change of clothes is a lot less significant than making a space for them in your home. Eames has only been considering it practically, but it begs the question of why it felt like the sensible thing to do to begin with.]

[He doesn't look up at Arthur when he speaks, a little hesitant in tone.]

It's... It's been a while.

[That's what he expected to hear. Arthur keeps studying Eames' face, and after a moment he shrugs and shakes his head.]

I get that it's just a drawer but I want to make sure you know what you're doing here.

[Despite himself, Eames makes a bit of a face — he almost feels like he's being spoken to like a child — but after a moment he sighs and looks up at Arthur again.]

What I know is that I wouldn't make this offer if I didn't want you here. I'm not trying to make some grand gesture, or pave the way to you moving in. But I feel like you've long since stopped being just a guest in my home.

Yeah, I guess I just need to know that you're thinking about it when you do stuff like this.

[He brings his hand up to Eames' face to brush his thumb along his jaw affectionately.]

I don't want to you to let me fall farther and farther into your life with us pretending it's just as casual as we started.

[Eames lifts his hand to take Arthur's wrist gently, turning his head to press a kiss to Arthur's palm. He doesn't know what it is that makes this part so difficult with Arthur, some idea that a desire to be closer, to be something to eachother is ridiculous. He doesn't think he's ever had a relationship this averse to talking before.]

[He elects not to comment on how casual or not they are, because he's 50% of the problem, and sighs.]

It's good that you questioned me. [he raises his eyebrows with a small smirk.] Annoying, but good.

Well, at least I know I'm good at annoying you.

[It's a little tongue in cheek, and Arthur clearly isn't interested in going down that particular road since he puts his wine glass down and leans in for a kiss.]

[He breathes a small laugh through his nose and leans in to meet Arthur for that kiss. The hand still on Arthur's hip slips around to his lower back, and his other he lifts to cup Arthur's cheek. Eames takes a step closer while he's at it, moving so he can press himself flush against Arthur.]

[Arthur grins and wraps his arm around Eames' shoulders, humming happily as he kisses him and takes a small step toward the bed.]

[Eames makes a pleased noise and drops his hands to Arthur's waist. It's not exactly the most elegant way to do this, but his magic makes up for the awkward positioning as he lifts Arthur to carry him across the room to his bed.]

[Arthur makes a noise against Eames' lips, slightly surprised but definitely in favour of this development. He transfers most of his weight onto Eames' shoulders and brings his thighs up to Eames' hips.]

[That is exactly the reaction he was hoping for, and Eames moves his hands to Arthur's thighs to hold him up. When he reaches the bed, Eames is careful about getting down onto it, he puts a knee down first and carefully lowers Arthur back against it. Keen to stay exactly where he is and keep kissing him as he does.]

[Arthur kisses Eames hungrily, pushing one hand into his hair as soon as he's laying back on the bed and tugging the back of his shirt up with the other. He didn't think he was this ready for Eames to fuck him but he's very ready for Eames to fuck him.]

[Eames puts his weight down on an arm so he can use his other hand to start undoung Arthur's shirt as patiently as he can manage. It's just very important to him right now that Arthur be as naked as possible as soon as possible.]

[Once Arthur has Eames' shirt tugged up far enough he presses his hand to the bare skin there just to appreciate how warm and good Eames feels. He arches his back and hums urgently, scratching at the base of Eames' neck as he tries to get their hips flush so he can grind against him.]

[Eames groans softly, back tensing under Arthur's fingers and he shifts his hips to roll down against Arthur with another groan.]

You have no idea how hard it is not to just tear your clothes off.

[There's a touch of frustration in his voice, because one-handedly undoing a shirt is a tedious affair, but Eames finally has it and puts his hand down on Arthur's chest with an approving hum.]

[Arthur gives Eames an empathetic hum, wishing he could just tell Eames to go ahead, but he likes these pants and doesn't want to have to get new ones tailored so that's too bad. He'll have to get Eames wound up enough to do it one day when he's wearing something he doesn't care about.]

[Those are too many thoughts for right now, though, so instead of saying anything out loud Arthur just starts to undo Eames' shirt with both hands for maximum speed.]

[It's fine, he'll live with being slightly inconvenienced by Arthur's clothes. Getting Arthur's belt and pants undone is easier at least, and he slips his hand inside to palm Arthur over his underwear, ducking his head to kiss down Arthur's neck at the same time.]

[Arthur makes a sound that's almost relieved - with Eames' hand on him he'll have no problem getting hard ASAP.]

[With Eames' shirt undone Arthur can move his hands freely over Eames' chest and back, which he does with a moan.]

[Eames moans in response and massages Arthur intently, enjoying Arthur’s hands on him with a few more groans for emphasis. He's already thinking about how he's gonna have to get up to take his pants off sooner or later, but for the moment he's just gonna enjoy this.]

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