baby come back

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[It's been some time since Eames has made the trip to Arthur's place, he's forgotten how long the walk from the station is. He kind of regrets not getting a cab or at least waiting for a bus because it is pissing it down with rain and Eames doesn't typically feel the cold that much, but he's soaked to the bone and his clothes are sticking to him and the wind cuts through him something awful. His hair is plastered to his forehead and he's pretty sure these shoes are ruined, to the point he doesn't even think about walking through puddles because it's not like his feet can get any more cold and wet at this point.]

[It's awful. He feels awful. He's cold and soaked and he can't feel his fingers and he just feels so guilty that it's almost scary. It's not like Eames has never been rude or said something uncalled for, but sometimes Eames is cruel and he's never been like that toward Arthur before. At first because he never cared enough, and then because he cared too much, and it's easy to forget how fucking easy it is for him. How he can target what upsets someone so easily and just twist it like a knife, make it into a weapon because he's angry and someone else is a convenient target to take it out on.]

[The worst part, maybe, is that Arthur was trying to help. He was just trying to be helpful and there's a million ways Eames could've told him he couldn't without being an asshole about it, but instead he pushed and he pushed and Arthur left and god he hates it. He's so fucking mad at himself. Spent days alone in the house waiting like it was just gonna blow over and Arthur would just come home as if it was some dumb little spat he needed an hour to cool off from.]

[Arthur's not gone forever, he's relatively sure. At some point he'd come home and be the bigger man about it, but wouldn't that just be another insult on top of everything? To make Arthur be the one to make the peace when Eames is the one who fucked things up to begin with? So here he is, sodden and freezing and miserable, knocking on Arthur's door like he basically never did before.]

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[Arthur suggests laying down between kisses, giving Eames a moment to process the information before he starts to pull away and shuffle up the bed, pulling back the covers so they won't be on top of them.]

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[He goes with, laying half on top of Arthur so he can put a hand on his hip, fingers digging in a little in that need to be close and to keep him there as he leans in for another kiss.]

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[Arthur hums desperately again, putting his hand on the back of Eames' neck so he can kiss him hungrily. He may just be a little more aggressive in an attempt to drown out all the thoughts he has floating around in his head but that's fine as long as he's honest with himself later, right?]

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[It's a little startling, but Eames is fine with it, he thinks. Kissing Arthur back with the same intensity to try and match him, still holding his hip tightly and using that grip to pull himself up against Arthur a little more.]

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[Arthur's hand finds its way under Eames' waistband again, pushing his pants down a few inches in the process. He knows he still wants his hands all over Eames, so he plans to keep pursuing that and they'll just have to see where it gets them.]

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[Eames groans softly, hand dragging up from Arthur's hip over his stomach. He's trying really hard not to push Arthur and let him figure out what he's up to right now on his own, but god he wants Arthur inside him and being touched like this only amplifies that need.]

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[Arthur rolls his hips, maybe a little insistently, and brings one leg up to hook behind Eames' leg as his fingers dig into Eames' ass. Part of him really wishes Eames would stop being hesitant and just go for it so they can fuck hard enough that his brain stops working for a few minutes, but he appreciates it at the same time. He'd just rather not say out loud what he wants.]

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[Eames groans softly, rocking back against him thoughtlessly. He's trying, but Arthur's really pushing his restraint and it's making it hard to think about much else. He wishes Arthur would just tell him what he wants, but experience dictates the times when he wants that are also the ones where Arthur's most reluctant to just come out and say it, so he's just going to have to be the one to make that step.]

[He's a little breathless when he stops kissing Arthur long enough to speak, voice low and a little hushed and despite himself, the worry is there in his tone. That for whatever reason he won't want this-- want him right now and ask him to leave.]

I need you.

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[Arthur pauses like he has to think about, slowly catching his breath as he looks up at Eames like he's just now realizing how excellent every detail of his face is. After a moment he nods and responds with the same tone as Eames.]

Okay.

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[He lets out a breath, at once relieved and a little anxious all over again. He's not used to reconciling after a fight like this, especially not going out on a limb to be the one to do it himself. He's more worried than he thought he could be that this isn't okay, that Arthur's not interested in forgiving him.]

You sure?

[god that might be the dumbest question he's ever asked Arthur]

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[Arthur makes a sound that's halfway between a wince and a laugh, looking away for a second. He's had to work a lot on being completely honest with Eames, especially when he asks follow up questions like that, so this comes easier than it may have a few years ago. A few years ago he'd just say yes and get on with it. It's not like that with Eames.]

Honestly, I think we both need each other right now.

[He frowns in sympathy.]

What I really want is just to shut my brain off for a few minutes.

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[Eames nods, thankful for the honesty, and he moves so he's straddling Arthur properly, still laying against him otherwise ]

Maybe we can find a middle ground.

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[Arthur puts his hands on Eames' sides and sighs.]

You have anything in mind?

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What if I hold you down and ride your cock?

[The sex talk is bringing his confidence back, he's got a bit of that teasing lilt in his voice, the kind that's usually accompanied by an awful smirk because he knows he's going to get some good sex out of it.]

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[That genuinely takes Arthur by surprise and he stares up at Eames with his mouth open just a little bit until he swallows and nods.]

Yeah. That-- that sounds good.

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Yeah?

[He leans down to nose at Arthur's face, rolling his hips down with a little purpose.]

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Yeah.

[Arthur's hands slide down to Eames' hips and he digs his fingers in again.]

It just needs to be hard and fast.

[He's sure that's a given but it doesn't hurt to say.]

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[He slips a hand between them, pressing his palm to Arthur to massage him and get him hard ASAP now they're both on board with this. He's not even bothered about his own dick, he just needs Arthur inside him and everything with be perfect.]

I can do that.

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[Arthur hums agreeably at this development, arching his back a little to push up against Eames' hand. He's not going to be bothered trying to remove Eames' pants so he slips his hands inside them instead, digging his fingers into Eames' ass.]

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[Eames groans, pressing back a little against Arthur's hands. He dips his head to kiss up Arthur's neck, up and around his ear, and hastily fumbles his pants open so he can get a proper hand on Arthur's dick.]

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[Arthur's breath catches in his throat and he drags one hand up to Eames' back as he turns his head. He feels like he needs this right this minute.]

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[Eames smiles a little as he turns his head to kiss Arthur, almost indulgent with the way he works his hand over Arthur's dick. Savouring the feel of him and feeling him get hard in his hand. It's perfect.]

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[As he gets harder he gasps more, letting out soft moans as he rolls his hips into Eames' hand. Eames' solid form on top of him feels so familiar and welcome and it's partly why Arthur gets turned on so quickly.]

Fuck, I missed this.

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[Eames almost laughs, nosing a little at Arthur's face when he stops to speak.]

Hard to believe it's only been a few days.

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Felt like way too long.

[He's not really thinking 100% straight right now, what with he hand on his dick and all. He turns to look at his nightstand, where all the supplies are, but he doesn't want to take his hands off of Eames to get any of it.]