[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.]
[Watching Eames whimper just spurs Arthur on, grip tightening just a little bit more as he fucks Eames a little deeper. His singular goal right now is to see Eames come right now, breath catching on the edges of moans as he holds on long enough to see it.]
[Eames arches when Arthur picks up, head falling back with loud, desperate moans. His thighs tense and shake in Arthur's grip and he tugs harder at the sheets under him, it's pretty much all the warning either of them get before he comes. He comes hard, crying out when it hits him and whimpers softly through it, pretty much a wreck for it.]
[As soon as sees Eames start to come, Arthur follows with a couple quick snaps of his hips, moaning loudly as he rides through it. He doesn't let go of Eames' thighs, trying to keep him still despite the trembling so that he can really fuck as much of this orgasm out of Eames as he can while he's still got the energy, even pushing through some of the aftershocks until it really seems like he's had enough.]
[It's only when he's finally slowed to a stop and let go of Eames' legs that he even finds the time to be smug, smirking down at Eames even as his chest heaves while he tries to catch his breath.]
[Eames is so overwhelmed, it takes him a long while to be aware of anything except the stillness when Arthur stops moving. He's just a wreck, physically and emotionally, but for the moment at least he has the warm afterglow to focus on. Just laying there breathless and warm with his eyes closed and a deep flush down to his chest.]
[Arthur decides he’s not going to get much from Eames at the moment so he pulls out and throws the condom away. He’s back quickly, tenderly leaning down and pressing kisses to the side of Eames’ face.]
[Arthur grins and gives Eames a couple more kisses before he flops down on the bed with a sigh. He’s happy to just lay here basking in a job well done while Eames recovers, resting his hand on Eames’ chest.]
[Eames sighs softly, taking a few moments to catch his breath before he turns on his side to get in Arthur's space and ideally coax him into some kissing. He's very desperate for some affection after all that, and they probably have some time before the food arrives.]
[Eames hums and drapes an arm over Arthur, mostly trying not to act as needy as he feels right now. It's hard not to just demand more affection but he thinks he can manage. At least until after they've eaten anyway.]
[Arthur’s a little amused at how much affection Eames seems to want considering how exhausted he was, but he’s happy to oblige. He makes a soft sound if faux disgust as he pulls himself flush against Eames and feels the come on Eames’ stomach, but it doesn’t stop him from nipping at Eames’ lip and kissing him hungrily.]
[Despite himself, Eames lets out a soft noise - almost a whine - and pulls himself closer to Arthur, just soaking up what attention he can get for now.]
[Arthur laughs softly against Eames’ lips and slips him a little tongue since he seems so receptive to all of that right now. They’ve got time before the food arrives and Eames is fucking hot, so Arthur’s happy to be pressed against him.]
[Eames laughs softly, a little bashfully, and ducks his head to nuzzle at Arthur's jaw. He has to take a moment to consider his response, but it's easy to pass that off as just general affection until he does.]
[Arthur settles right in and rubs Eames' back idly, relaxing for a while until he decides to check his phone again with a sigh. He murmurs some reluctant warning to Eames before he extricates himself and heads to the bathroom. Time to get decent for the pizza guy.]
[Eames makes a soft noise of complaint, but if he's going to eat then he has to live with Arthur getting out of bed. Honestly Eames should clean up too, but right now he's committed to bein miserable about not being held anymore.]
[Arthur comes back into the bedroom once he's all cleaned up (admittedly a bit of a rush job - he wasn't about to take a full shower or anything but he's clean enough) and finds some sweatpants and a t-shirt (emblazoned with his precinct number and the department crest) to throw on for when the buzzer goes off. Once that's all taken care of he finds a safe spot on the bed to sit down and check his phone while he waits.]
[Eames lays there for a bit longer, and then gets up to go clean himself up too. It only takes him a minute, he's not bothering with clothes or anything, and he comes back and sits on the bed behind Arthur and presses a kiss to the back of his neck.]
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[It's only when he's finally slowed to a stop and let go of Eames' legs that he even finds the time to be smug, smirking down at Eames even as his chest heaves while he tries to catch his breath.]
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You can’t want to go again already.
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I'm just enjoying this until the food gets here.
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[Arthur’s satisfied with that answer, nosing at Eames’ hair.]
But one of us is going to have to be decent enough to answer the door.
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[he refuses to move]
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We’ve got another twenty minutes, looks like.
[Which means he’s not moving for at least another ten.]
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