[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.]
[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:]
[Arthur smiles and groans as he starts to push through to the finish. He rocks his hips a little bit deeper and moans against Eames' neck and shoulder, wrapping his arm around Eames' waist just before he starts coming. He rocks his hips right through it, letting out shaky moans.]
[Eames curses again and arches against Arthur, pumping his hand in time with Arthur's movement. He moans when he feels Arthur come, easily pushed over into his own orgasm by it, and lets out no shortage of groans the whole way through.]
[Arthur gives him some encouraging moans, brushing his hand over Eames' stomach and chest as he relaxes behind him. He's not showing any intention of moving for the time being, snuggling up and staying right where he is.]
[That's fine by Eames. He hums happily and lays his head down, this is pretty much what he needed to feel like himself again and he's very happy about it.]
[Arthur's got like 20 to 30 minutes of rest left in him, especially after that effort, and he's literally not going to move and might even doze off a bit. Eames luckily decided to fail a heist the day before Arthur's day off so there's no alarm that's going to force him out of bed (or out of Eames).]
[Eames isn't really tired, but he's not in any rush, so he just snuggles back against Arthur and sighs, totally content to see if he'll get bored or if Arthur will get up first.]
[Arthur fully dozes off for another half hour and when he finally wakes up again he's still in that morning fog and it doesn't help that he's so comfortable right now. Eames is warm but there is an awareness that he should get up and there is a desire for coffee that is getting ever louder as he stays conscious longer.]
[He finally decides that it's time and gently pulls out and sits up, leaning down to give Eames a clumsy kiss before he rolls off the bed and heads to the bathroom.]
[Eames has himself a light snooze too, woken by Arthur's movement as he pulls out, left a little uncomfortable but he smiles into the kiss and turns over to watch Arthur leave the room, calling after him as he leaves the room:] Are you making me coffee?
[Arthur responds with a wordless hum that sounds like it might be a yes but also might be an automatic response as if he didn't hear the request at all. It does, however, make him redirect and set up the coffee to brew before he gets into the shower.]
[He'll be in there a good ten minutes and when he comes out he goes straight to the coffee to pour a couple mugs and then head to the bedroom.]
[Eames assumes it means "yes, coffee" because he learned very quickly how much and how soon Arthur needs coffee after waking, and curls up under the covers. He contemplates getting his phone, but he'd have to get out of bed and there are several reasons he doesn't want to.]
[When Arthur comes back with the coffee, Eames immediately perks up and smiles at Arthur.]
[Eames is a little hesitant to actually sit up, but honestly they've been in this situation enough times Arthur should be used to the messy sheets, and he really wants that coffee. So he sits up carefully and leans back against the headboard with a pleased noise, cupping the mug in both hands.]
[The sheets don't even occur to him, and he was gonna have to clean them anyway. His brain is just focused on the coffee right now and he feels nice sitting beside Eames, which he shows with a smile.]
[Arthur takes a little while to let the coffee wake up his brain. When he finally speaks, it's a soft, still a little sleepy tone. Pure curiousity, no real expectation in his voice.]
[Arthur enjoys this until his coffee is gone, and then he excuses himself to go put on some clothes and head out to the kitchen to get some breakfast going.]
[Eames stays put a little longer, and then elects to grab his pants and his underwear and go get a shower. It's probably gonna take a little bit longer than Arthur's though.]
[Arthur's in no big rush - it's just bacon, eggs, and toast but he's taking his time to get it right. He's making his way through another cup of coffee as he cooks.]
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You want me to pull out?
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I'll have to shower either way.
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[He finally decides that it's time and gently pulls out and sits up, leaning down to give Eames a clumsy kiss before he rolls off the bed and heads to the bathroom.]
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[He'll be in there a good ten minutes and when he comes out he goes straight to the coffee to pour a couple mugs and then head to the bedroom.]
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[When Arthur comes back with the coffee, Eames immediately perks up and smiles at Arthur.]
Thank you.
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You have somewhere to be this morning?
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[He cants his head in thought.]
I've got stuff to do, but I'm not in a rush.
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I'll make some breakfast if you want.
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I'd love that.
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Okay, in a bit.
[He means after his first cup of coffee has fully hit his bloodstream.]
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