plot twist: teenagers are bad at feelings

[prethief]

[So. He said a lot of things he'd never planned to say at all ever. That's fine. Eames can live with that. He's said a lot of dumb shit in his life so far and he hasn't died yet.]

[Of course, previous instances of 'dumb shit' weren't an incomplete baring of his surprisingly complicated feelings surrounding anal sex. Which, well. He's never thought about it at any great length, so it leaves him feeling deeply embarrassed and angry about being embarrassed in the first place. Eames elects to spend the weekend with some other friends to blow off steam, any texts from Arthur getting a quick "sorry, busy" in response so he doesn't have to think about what a fucking moron he is.]

[It's harder to ignore him come Monday, but Eames thinks the fact that he's turned up hungover as fuck and mainlining energy drinks to get through the day does a lot to stop anyone from talking to him. And the one class he has with Arthur that day, he spends the time sleeping in his car instead. And the one after that. And basically the rest of the school day. Still there once people start filtering out for the end of the day.]

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[prethief]

[Why is he being asked. Eames pulls a face at that, because he is not the arbiter of Arthur's schedule, and shrugs broadly.]

I don't know? Will you?

[interpunct]

[Arthur rolls his eyes, not sure what he was expecting, then tells his mother he will indeed be home for dinner and that he'll see her shortly. After he's hung up he comes back to the bed and sits down on the edge.]

I have to leave in half an hour.

[And he raises his eyebrow at Eames as if he's asking what he wants to do.]

[prethief]

[Half an hour is plenty of time for makeouts right.]

[Eames sits up on his knees behind Arthur and bows his head to kiss his neck with a soft hum.]

[interpunct]

[Arthur hums happily, tilting his head to encourage more of that kind of contact. He always feels weird initiating stuff unless he's absolutely sure Eames is in the mood, always a little bit anxious that Eames suddenly won't want him anymore. It's pretty irrational, he knows, but it's enough to make him hesitate.]

[So this is nice.]

[prethief]

[It's funny, because Eames operates in exactly the opposite way, always assuming Arthur wants him until given evidence otherwise. It's a kind of confidence that serves him well.]

[He sighs softly and leans in closer to Arthur, kissing up the side of his neck with a smile, and lightly pulling a hand up under his shirt to rest on his stomach and pull Arthur back against him.]

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[Arthur makes a sound like a soft moan from the back of his throat, going easily and putting his hand on Eames' thigh behind him. It's as much as he can do from here, other than trying to turn his head to catch Eames in a real kiss.]

[prethief]

[Eames kisses Arthur when he turns his head, tilting Arthur's chin up toward him with his free hand so as to slip his tongue right in his mouth when he kisses him. He's clearly not planning on moving anytime soon to make it easier for Arthur.]

[interpunct]

[Arthur's pleased with this turn of events regardless, pressing his palm into Eames' thigh and rubbing up and down as much as he can. He tries to lift his own shirt up with his other hand, hoping Eames' hand will take it as an invitation to go exploring a bit.]

[prethief]

[Eames makes a pleased noise in the back of his throat and moves his hand up further under Arthur's shirt, scraping his nails lightly over Arthur's skin as he moves up to caress his chest. He'd really like to get that shirt off him, but then they'd have to stop kissing. What a dilemma.]

[interpunct]

[Arthur feels an immediate need to get his shirt off and also to get at a better angle for making out, so he takes care of the shirt as much as he can without separating and then pulls away briefly to get it off all the way. When that's been thrown on the floor he twists a little where he's sitting so he can kiss Eames more effectively, putting a hand on the back of his neck to pull him in.]

[prethief]

[Well there's that problem solved. Eames grins and kisses Arthur eagerly, putting one hand back where it was on Arthur's chest and draping the other over his shoulder.]

[interpunct]

[Arthur arches his back into Eames' hand. Eames' hands are always so warm and Arthur has so many hormones going on all the time so hands on his bare chest are always welcome. He grabs Eames' shirt with his free hand and pulls him closer as if that would get him any more tongue action.]

[He's already engaging in a lot of tongue action.]

[prethief]

[Eames huffs a small laugh at how eager Arthur is, he doesn't think there can even be more tongue action, but he can be closer. He sits up a little higher on his knees, shuffling forward and slipping his arm around to Arthur's back so he can seat himself in his lap and press himself flush up against Arthur's chest.]

[interpunct]

[Arthur is delighted by this, and he repays Eames by pushing both hands up under his shirt and up his back. Eames has such a good back, among all his other good things.]

[prethief]

[Eames shudders slightly at the first touch of Arthur's hands on his back and he hums, pleased and encouraging, pressing himself against Arthur like it's even possible to be any closer.]

[interpunct]

[Arthur murmurs Eames' name and pushes his shirt up even further, putting his hands on Eames' shoulder blades and humming happily. He doesn't know how far Eames meant to take this but he's definitely thinking about getting into his pants at this point. He won't act on it just yet, content to kiss for a little while longer, but the idea is there.]

[prethief]

[Eames grunts in frustration, kissing Arthur in protest until he can't take it anymore and pulls back so he can pull his shirt off and toss it aside, a brief interlude before he's back to kissing Arthur and pressing himself close with a pleased sigh through his nose. He doesn't have a whole lot going through his head right now except that he's too fucking hot for clothes and that Arthur's skin against his feels amazing.]

[interpunct]

[Arthur puts his hands on Eames' lower back and his neck, pressing against him desperately, just focusing on kissing him for a little while until he decides he'd like the assistance of gravity. He starts to turn, trying to roll Eames onto his back, going slowly so they don't bump into any walls or fall off or something equally as mood-killing.]

[prethief]

[Eames can't really see or do much to help, though the thought that it'd be hilarious if they fell off the bed flits through his mind, so he just holds on to Arthur for the moment. One arm around his waist and the other around Arthur's shoulders until he feels gravity taking over and puts an arm down on the bed to help get him there without him just falling back.]

[interpunct]

[Arthur follows him, trying not to break the kiss as they go down. He gets himself situated so he's lying between Eames' legs, all the weight of his upper body on Eames' as he runs his hand up his side like he's trying to map every muscle in his body.]

[prethief]

[Eames moans quietly, less aroused and more wanting of all of this; Arthur's hands and Arthur's body on his. He lays back carefully, and threads his fingers through Arthur's hair, arching against him.]

[interpunct]

[Arthur tries to move his body to complement Eames, shifting some of his weight to his elbow when he reaches down to put his hand on Eames' hip. He murmurs something about how hot Eames is against his lips, just enjoying getting his hands all over him right now.]

[prethief]

[He lets out another one of those moans and curls his fingers in Arthur's hair, stopping just short of actually pulling it. His other hand he drags down Arthur's back, fingers trailing the length of his spine before he seems to decide that Arthur's ass is a much better place for his hand to be.]

[interpunct]

[Arthur moans in response and rolls his hips down against Eames' hips. He's at the point where he could probably get it up pretty quickly if they made the decision to go in that direction, but for now the pants are on and he's just testing the waters.]

[prethief]

[Regardless of what his intent was when he started kissing Arthur, Eames responds to that pretty favourably, making a slightly more desperate noise against Arthur's lips and he lifts a leg just a little to brace against Arthur's hip for a slightly better angle to rock up against him.]