it's really not that bad

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[Sometimes jobs go wrong, that's just a fact of life. No amount of planning can account for random strokes of luck, little things in life that just happen. Eames may not be the most stringent when it comes to these things, but he doubts any amount of forethought could plan for a security guard getting milk in his coffee instead of soy and sticking around an extra fifteen minutes. It's kind of amazing how some random guy being lactose intolerant can undo a week's work.]

[Maybe it's his own fault, maybe he got too cocky, too sure he could handle a job like this on his own. Eames would say he's probably one of the best, but even the best out there has problems when it comes to a guard coming out of the bathroom unexpectedly and alerting every other guard in the building before Eames manages to knock him out.]

[At least he had the foresight to wear a mask.]

[The protocol for this kind of thing is always the same at least. Get out, get gone, make sure you're not being tailed before you go to ground. Eames makes it out through a window and hops the fence, in the back of his mind it reminds him of when he was young, and with the adrenaline rush it's actually a little fun.]

[When he was young he didn't have the money or the experience to be able to dump his car and switch to another once he's confident he's not being followed. Guards like that don't tend to leave the premises, but one can never be too sure. He sits at the wheel for a little bit, ostensibly to get his head together, but he's in a bit of a state. He knows he needs to get somewhere he feels safe enough to regroup, and that's how he ends up letting himself in Arthur's bedroom window and passing out on his bed as soon as the adrenaline wears off. There's a little blood, he probably looks like a mess, but it's all superficial. Mostly he's just exhausted.]

Comments

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[Arthur checks Eames out with absolutely no subtlety at all.]

Like what?

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[Eames stretches his back and takes a deep breath like that's something he has to think about at all.]

Well, I've got some emails to write.

[He doesn't have any emails to write.]

[specifiercity]

Oh, really?

[He says that like he doesn't believe him at all, turning towards him and putting his hand on Eames's stomach.]

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Mmhm.

[He smiles over the lip of his bottle as he takes a sip.]

I'm a busy man, you know.

[specifiercity]

I never doubted that.

[He slips his hand into Eames' underwear and starts lazily pumping his hand.]

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[Eames hums softly at Arthur's touch, taking another drink of his beer before he leans over to put it on the nightstand.]

I see you've got something else in mind though.

[specifiercity]

[He shrugs, continuing at a lazy pace.]

I haven't landed on anything specific yet.

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[Eames laughs softly and reaches out to pull Arthur closer.]

Well, you've got thirty to forty minutes to make up your mind.

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[Arthur smiles and leans in to kiss Eames, everything very slow and relaxed while he works on getting Eames a bit harder. It's nice to just slow down and pay attention sometimes.]

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[It's not going to take long, it's only been a little bit since the blowjob after all. He moans softly and lifts his hands to cup Arthur's face.]

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[When he's satisfied with how hard Eames is, he pulls his hand out of Eames' underwear and sits up to take a sip of beer. He still hasn't fully decided what he wants but he definitely thinks he'd like to get Eames' butt involved, so he grabs the lube from his top drawer and shows it to Eames with an eyebrow raised.]

Is this alright?

[y/n on butt stuff Eames]

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[Eames looks at the lube and almost laughs, amusement clear in his expression when he raises an eyebrow right back.]

It's always alright.

[specifiercity]

[Arthur laughs and shuffles up close to give Eames a kiss, hooking his fingers in the waistband of Eames' underwear and tugging gently.]

Well get these off then.

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[Eames huffs a laugh and lifts his hips to get his underwear down to his thighs. And then the rest of the way off.]

[specifiercity]

[Arthur waits for all that to happen and then makes himself comfortable between Eames' legs, grinning as he uncaps the lube and gets some on his fingers. As much as he wants to watch Eames' face and listen to his noises it's also really irresistable to lean in for a kiss as he puts his hand down between Eames' legs to start teasing his entrance, rubbing circles to get him to relax.]

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[Eames hooks an arm around the back of Arthur's neck and moans softly, shifting his hips and spreading his legs to give Arthur easier access.]

[specifiercity]

[Arthur pulls out of the kiss but stays close, nosing at Eames' face as he finally presses his middle finger into him. It's slow and thoughtful, like this is the first time he's properly done this and he's trying to figure out what exactly feels good. When he's buried to the knuckle he starts gently rocking his hand and massaging with his finger.]

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[Eames gasps softly and rocks his hips a little on Arthur's hand, letting out another soft moan. Something about the gentleness here sets off that need Eames has been ignoring since he woke up, and he puts his free hand on Arthur's back in some need to at least be touching him as much as possible.]

[specifiercity]

[Arthur rubs slow circles around the spot that seems to get a reaction, leaning in to peck Eames's jaw as he works on getting another moan or two out of him.]

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[He breathes out a curse, arching just slightly and clutching at Arthur's back.]

[specifiercity]

[Arthur murmurs a soft "you okay?" under his breath, checking in to make sure he's not rushing Eames along here.]

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[He nods emphatically and tips his head to try and pull Arthur in for another kiss.]

[specifiercity]

[Arhur obliges him, but only for a moment, since he wants to hear Eames' reaction when he pulls his finger out and slowly presses back in with two. This time he pumps his fingers in and out a little more, still slow but looking for a little more pressure and friction.]

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[Eames moans louder at that, arching and digging his fingers in where he's holding Arthur's back.]

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[Arthur picks up his hand from the bed and puts it on Eames' thigh, fingers digging in as he holds in a soft moan. Everything Eames does sends shivers down his spine, making him harder. He curls his fingers a little harder and rocks his hand into him with a desparate hum that betrays how turned on he's getting.]