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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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[Eames hums as he works, bobbing and tilting his head to take as much of Arthur as he can. He takes a deep breath, going slow and relaxing his throat with another pleased noise as he goes.]

[Arthur groans loudly like he's feeling a whole new level of pleasure entirely. It feels so fucking good and he manages a few words to let Eames know that as he keeps arching his back.]

[He'd smile if he could, so Eames settles for rubbing his hand affectionately over the outside of Arthur's thigh, at this point mostly encouraging Arthur to come with soft hums and moans as he moves.]

[His moaning gets a little louder and more desparate as he comes, shortly after forcing out a few words to warn Eames that it's happening. The release never feels quite as intense when it's like this but it does feel different in a really good way - it's more straightforward somehow, like the whole experience is more palpable, closer to the surface. It doesn't last long and when it's over he relaxes against the bed, breathing hard and trying to catch his breath.]

[Eames lifts his head slowly when he's sure Arthur's done, smiling up at him a moment before he rests his head down on Arthur's hip with a deep breath.]

[Arthur brings his hand up to his forehead, wiping sweat away as he keeps trying to catch his breath.]

Have I explained how glad I am you came over last night?

[Eames laughs tiredly and rests a hand lightly on Arthur's thigh.]

You haven't, actually, no.

I am.

[He lifts his head up to look at Eames with a worn out smile.]

And not only because you just made me come down your throat.

Helps though, right?

[He punctuates this by lifting his head to look back at Arthur with a wink.]

It doesn't hurt.

[He reaches down to affectionately run his fingers through Eames' hair.]

[Eames smiles and pushes himself up to crawl up the bed and curl up at Arthur's side again. He's got half a boner happening, but that'll go away on its own, right now he just wants to curl up and spend a lazy morning in with his boyfriend and then drag him back home.]

[Eames doesn't seem like he really wants some reciprocation, as willing as Arthur is to give him whatever he wants, so Arthur just wraps an arm around him and sighs. He looks at him with a tired but thoughtful smile.]

I would have come back, but I'm glad it happened this way.

I needed to apologise.

[He cuddles in a little tighter as he speaks, because that's what he wants right now. Just to be held for a little while.]

I didn't want you to go on thinking that's what I really thought of you.

Yeah.

[Arthur noses at Eames' face. He doesn't really feel like hashing out all the details right now - last night was draining enough.]

Let's just get out of here after breakfast, okay?

[Eames hums in agreement, happy to leave that where it is, and tilts his head up for a kiss.]

Let's stay like this for a while.

[Arthur hums in agreement with this plan, lingering on Eames' lips for a few soft kisses as he rests his hand on Eames' cheek. The bruise on his wrist catches his eye but he doesn't pause to inspect it - it's par for the course, especially after an emotionally taxing night.]

[Eames' eyes fall closed and he smiles, nuzzling into Arthur's cheek after the kisses.]

You know, I couldn't stand you when we met.

[He says it softly, pressing a kiss to Arthur's cheek.]

I remember how often I'd think, "he's so rude and patronising and boring, but he's smart as fuck and willing to to work with you so just deal with it."

Really?

[Arthur's voice is drier than dirt.]

I wanted to get into your pants right away.

[Eames snorts a laugh and shakes his head, still with his face pressed against Arthur's cheek.]

You know I hate it when you lie.

I have to be allowed some sarcasm.

[He digresses.]

I remember thinking, "I can't believe this guy thinks he's charming enough to get whatever he wants."

[Arthur's thumb brushes back and forth on Eames' back.]

I was pretty determined not to let you pull any of that on me.

Seeing as I can still taste you, let's call that a mixed success.

[See, he's so charming.]

[Arthur brushes his knuckles affectionately across Eames' cheek.]

It didn't happen all on your terms.

That's why it's mixed.

[He shakes his head again.]

Not just anyone could get me to kowtow to their spice organising tyranny.

[Arthur won't dignify that with a response because how are you even supposed to find things quickly when you need them if they don't have a specific place? Ugh.]

[This moment is not about that.]

I'm glad I let myself want you.

We'd never have gotten here if you didn't.

[He's never thought about it like that before, that if Arthur hadn't gone for it that time none of this would've happened. He feels a rush of... Not exactly gratitude, but something not far off. Something that makes him incredibly glad for Arthur's unfortunate attraction to danger.]

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