i think i'm losing my grip

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[Eames is not unaware of the pattern that's started emerging over these last months. The way the tension and the anger in him starts to build like a pressure cooker left unattended until he's ready to fight with anyone at the drop of a hat. It's almost easy to forget he's not like this after a couple of weeks pass, he's never been an angry person. Never been particularly combative outside specific situations. As the time ticks over, it's about all he can do not to start a fistfight with anyone who looks at him.]

[But then they do a job, and Eames gets an outlet for that violence coiled up inside him, and when they get back he's calm again. Serene. Back to himself. It's not something Eames is oblivious to, he just feels like at this point it's a state of being he has to accept. Every conversation he and Arthur have had gets filed away in his mind as something else to be ashamed of, something else that's off-limits, so this is just what it is now until Arthur gets sick of putting up with him and they part ways.]

[At least they're at the good part of things right now, a few days out from a successful job. Eames, at least, is pretty relaxed. Idly going over a few law enforcement transcripts while he eats to check if there's anything out here they should be aware of.]

Comments

[specifiercity]

[Oh he loves that. Arthur grins.]

Maybe you should stop thinking and start doing.

[falsify]

[He makes a pleased noise and noses at Arthur's face a little, right up until he remembers he was looking for Arthur for a reason and frowns.]

Wait-- I wanted to talk to you about something, but you're so handsome it distracted me.

[specifiercity]

[That's slightly disappointing, but Arthur just raises his eyebrows at Eames, curious.]

What is it?

[falsify]

It's, uh...

[Why is this so hard. Eames frowns and pulls a bit of a face, looking for the right way to describe it.]

My... Situation?

[Love to speak dozens of languages and not find a single word.]

[specifiercity]

[Um.]

Your... situation?

[falsify]

[Eames huffs and drops his head to Arthur's shoulder for a moment.]

When I need the, ah. The rough sex. The rougher sex.

[Please don't make fun of him he's trying so hard.]

[specifiercity]

Oh.

[Arthur's not going to make fun of him. He's far too confused.]

You... you need that now, or...?

[This isn't how Eames usually acts when he's feeling like that, so Arthur's completely thrown off.]

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No, I--

[He's so annoyed with himself right now, but look. Maybe it's just this whole standing in the kitchen like this making him awkward.]

Can we sit down?

[specifiercity]

Yeah, of course.

[He unfortunately needs to be let go of first, but as soon as Eames does that he'll head for a chair to sit down. He doesn't really know what's going on right now and would love for Eames to explain.]

[falsify]

[Honestly, sitting down makes a world of difference. Eames sighs and rubs his face, leaning forward on his elbows, immediately at least 20% more relaxed than he was a few moments ago.]

I was just thinking, maybe we should try it when I'm not, you know. In a mood.

[He swallows, still uncomfortable, but he's barreled through the most difficult parts already.]

I just know I won't exactly be in a state to tell you much when we're there next time.

[specifiercity]

[Arthur doesn't know what he thought was going to happen, but this is a relief to the point where he almost laughs. He doesn't, but he does smile.]

So you want to... practice?

[falsify]

Yeah.

[Way to make it sound simple Arthur.]

[specifiercity]

[Arthur nods, and he can’t help the smile on his face.]

Yeah, we can do that.

[falsify]

[why is he smiling what happened]

What?

[specifiercity]

[Arthur shakes his head.]

I just had no idea what was coming.

[He pats Eames’ shoulder and stands up.]

I’m glad we’re still gonna have sex.

[falsify]

[Eames snorts and looks up at Arthur.]

We'll see if you still feel that way after I start critiquing you.

[specifiercity]

[Arthur lets out a laugh and starts heading toward their bedroom.]

Might not be a bad tactic if you want me to be rough.

[falsify]

[He laughs and stands to follow him.]

I'll keep that in mind.

[specifiercity]

[Arthur gets to their bedroom and pulls off his shirt, tossing it aside as he turns to Eames.]

So how do you want to get started?

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[Eames puts his hands on his hips and looks around with a frown.]

I guess we just... Dive right in?

[specifiercity]

[Arthur takes a deep breath.]

Dive in, yeah.

[He looks around as well, like something will give him a clue as to how to act. Nothing appears.]

You want me to... push you, or...?

[falsify]

Yeah.

[Eames steps up close to Arthur and puts a hand on his chest, glancing down between them for a moment. Dropping his voice a little.]

Think... Aggressive. Like you want to restrain someone dangerous but you also want to fuck them.

[specifiercity]

Well, at least that last part is always true.

[Arthur takes another deep breath, scanning Eames quickly as he thinks about what to do. After a moment, he lifts one hand to Eames' shoulder and the other to the hand on his chest, tender for just a second. He turns Eames with a firm shove and twists his arm behind his back — not enough to hurt, but enough to pin it between them as he presses his hips to Eames' ass.]

Something like this?

[falsify]

Oh-- [He's not in the state where that would get him riled up immediately, but it definitely shoots through him in a way that gets a positive noise out of him and he presses his ass back against Arthur with a soft laugh.]

Yeah. Something like this.

[specifiercity]

[Arthur noses at the side of Eames' neck, humming a note of approval. His free hand goes to Eames' belt to start getting it undone, his hips swaying a little bit to get his own blood pumping.]