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]

[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

[interpunct]

[Arthur's breath catches in his throat as he starts to feel his stomach tighten and sparks shoot up his spine. He slips a hand between them just to undo his pants and give himself a bit of room, grinding his hips against Eames with intent now.]

[prethief]

[Now Eames is tugging at Arthur's hair, grabbing Arthur's ass to pull him closer as he grinds against him. Flushed down to his chest and moaning loudly now, holding on to Arthur like it's of the utmost importance right now.]

[interpunct]

[Arthur's rolling his hips with a purpose, half hard already. He's still pressing his hand flat against Eames' skin, up his side and any part of his chest he can touch, up to his jaw so he can kiss him that much harder, and down to his hip so he can grind against him with just a little more leverage. He feels so good beneath him and Arthur makes all the complimentary sounds he can.]

[prethief]

[Eames has never been shy about saying what works for him, and this time he does so with a variety of noises every time Arthur bears down on him just right or his fingers trip over somewhere especially sensitive. Not that Arthur needs the help, but Eames can't think of much other than that and how fucking turned on he is by Arthur right now.]

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[By the time Arthur's hard, he has made the executive decision that he is not going to come in his pants, so he reaches between them again just to get everything mostly in the open. He assumes Eames doesn't want that either, and besides he kind of wants to be able to feel him without any clothes in the way, so he fumbles with Eames pants to get them mostly out of the way as well before he doubles down on his efforts to grind his way to bliss between Eames' legs.]

[prethief]

[Well he has no objections to this, lifting his hips a little to make pushing his pants out of the way easier, and the lack of layers between them really only makes it better. He swears against Arthur's lips, mumbling some vague compliment in between groans and messy kisses.]

[interpunct]

[He continues on, rocking his hips with as much pressure he can manage to get as much friction between them as possible. It feels amazing and after a while he warns Eames that he's going to come soon, moaning between kisses that he can barely focus on anymore.]

[prethief]

[Eames arches his back and drops his head back, pressing his head and the heels of his feet into the mattress in tandem. He can feel himself practically twitching under Arthur, stomach tight and every noise he makes is embarrassingly desperate until he's coming loudly and shuddering against Arthur with the flood of warmth through him.]