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.]

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[Ah-- It's almost comical how much that does the trick immediately. He sighs and shuffles back against Arthur and reaches for Arthur's arm to pull it a little tighter around him.]

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[Okay. This is weird, but it is comfortable so Arthur snuggles in a little more and sighs happily as he settles in once again to finally commit to this nap.]

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[Eames decides not to think about this too much, it feels good. It feels really good. He just... Lets himself drift to sleep.]

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[Arthur can probably sleep through the night, comfortable against Eames' back. It's been a while since he got to really enjoy this kind of closeness and he sleeps deeply until morning.]

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[Eames sleeps extremely peacefully once he manages to stops thinking about everything. He stays with his back pressed against Arthur's chest the whole night, and he's almost stunned when he wakes up and realises he's here... Like this. He almost contemplates trying to rouse Arthur with sex just to diffuse the situation he's decided exists, but instead just... sighs and tries to enjoy it.]

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[Arthur is fast asleep. He is so comfortable right now.]

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[Well fine.]

[Eames stays as he is a little longer, and then he starts rocking his hips just slightly to see if that gets a reaction.]

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[Arthur's asleep but he does hum and snuggle in a little closer.]

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[That's nice, but it's not the same as having somebody pay direct attention to him. Eames sighs and shifts on the bed so he can push his ass back a little more firmly against Arthur.]

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[Arthur groans softly and frowns, mumbling some vague approximation of the question "what are you doing?" into the back of Eames' neck. He is not necessarily against this chain of events, particularly in his half-awake state, but he has the wherewithal to confirm that it is on purpose.]

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[Eames hums, giving it a moment before he answers, mostly checking that Arthur's actually waking up and his efforts aren't going to waste.]

You awake?

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Almost.

[Maybe Eames doesn't know it by now, but Arthur's brain is all but useless for the first half hour of the day, or at least until the caffeine really hits. He's definitely awake at the moment but he's going to have an exceptionally hard time operating heavy machinery or doing complex math problems.]

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[Eames is more than happy to do most of the work here, so long as Arthur's on board. He keeps on rolling his hips, absolutely intent to keep this up until he gets some kind of response from Arthur.]

This helping?

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[Arthur hums happily and shifts his hips a little closer, already feeling a little bit of movement down there. He tightens his arm around Eames a little and and noses at the back of his neck as he starts to get hard.]

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[Eames grins and moves his hand to rest on Arthur's arm. Seeing as he's on board with this, Eames is entirely happy to keep going until Arthur's ready]

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[Arthur moans softly and kisses Eames' neck as his dick gets hard against Eames' ass. His brain still isn't functioning at full capacity so all he can think is that this feels good and that he hopes it goes a little further. His dick would like to be inside something ideally.]

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[Eames is getting to it, especially now it feels like Arthur's getting hard enough to be useful. He lifts his hand to his mouth, quickly getting a couple of fingers good and wet before he reaches behind himself, making a gently apologetic noise to Arthur as he slips his hand into his underwear and carefully presses those fingers into himself.]

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[Arthur's eyes follow Eames' hand, and he leans back a bit to watch what happens. It's not like it's the best angle to see everything, but it's a great show nonetheless.]

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[It's not like Eames is bothering to make much of a show of it either, he just wants to make sure he can take Arthur without much fuss. He pumps his fingers a few times, and slips them out to pull his underwear down.]

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[Arthur takes that as a cue to pull his own underwear down. It doesn't even really occur to him to sacrifice a moment of this to roll away and grab a condom, so without much fanfare he grabs Eames' ass gently to spread his cheeks. It takes a little bit of shifting and a little bit of help from his hand to finally slip into him, but once he does he lets out a soft groan of relief and presses himself flush to Eames' back, kissing his shoulder as he rocks his hips.]

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[Eames curses and groans when Arthur presses into him, a deep sense of pleasure that's more than just the satisfaction of a dick in his ass. He murmurs Arthur's name in encouragement and takes himself in his hand, rocking his hips gently along with him.]

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[The pace of his hips is automatic and comfortable. It's too early in the morning for anything particularly hard or fast and the position doesn't really allow for it, so he just keeps on rocking his hips as he kisses up Eames's neck and groans softly.]

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[That's what Eames wants right now anyway, something casual and easy. Plus, the position might not allow for much in terms of movement, but it makes up for it with the way he feels squeezed around Arthur and the angle of it, something he communicates with a low groan as he turns his head to press is face into the pillow.]

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[Arthur murmurs something about how hot Eames is and how good he feels, hand resting on Eames' hip as he seeks out more of those groans. It's not going to take him long to come and he's not actively trying to draw it out either, so when he starts to feel the tightness and warmth in the pit of his stomach he moans louder and asks:]

You want me to pull out?

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[Eames shakes his head and turns his head to look over his shoulder at Arthur with a lazy smirk.]

I'll have to shower either way.