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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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[Arthur grunts and groans and when Eames digs his heels into the bed it gives him just that extra little bit to push him over the edge with a loud moan. He rocks down against Eames as he rides through it, moaning desperately. He's out of breath by the time he finally stops, dropping his head to rest his forehead on the bed beside Eames.]

Oh my god.

[prethief]

[He laughs, breathless, and toys with the ends of Arthur's hair.]

Yeah.

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[Arthur slips off Eames to his side, getting most of his weight off him, but he keeps an arm draped across his chest.]

That was good.

[prethief]

[Oh he kind of misses Arthur being on top of him already. Oh well. He smiles sunnily at Arthur.]

You sure you have to go home? I could always stand to do that again.

[He's joking. Mostly.]

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[Arthur grins.]

I told my mom I'd be home.

[And he sighs.]

But now that you're talking to me again we can hang out as much as you want this week.

[prethief]

[Eames grins back and brushes some hair away from Arthur's face, leaning over to give him a quick kiss before he also decides to shove him lightly.]

Alright, well. You'd better fuck off.

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[No wait there's more kissing to do. Arthur kisses him a few times and then finally pushes himself up off the bed. He has to take care of the situation on his stomach before he leaves so he slips out of Eames' bedroom and into the bathroom.]

[prethief]

[Well while Arthur does that, Eames just cleans off his whole... front... Situation with his shirt and tucks himself away and does up his pants.]

[And now it is time to relax. Stretching out on his bed all comfy and whatnot.]

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[Arthur pokes his head in the door on his way out.]

I'll talk to you later?

[prethief]

Yeah.

[salute]