cool ways to handle feelings

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[It's not necessarily that he's unaware of his feelings — Eames has spent enough time actively avoiding them that he has some awareness of the things he thinks and feels and would rather not deal with — it's just that if he was about to say something he had zero intention of ever saying out loud? There's ways he'd vastly prefer to have it fall out of his mouth than during sex without his express permission.]

[Of course, he didn't exactly deal with it well either. But when it just slips out between comments about how gorgeous and attractive Arthur is, and then they both kinda freeze up? It's a little hard to ignore that intense and sudden desire to not be there anymore. Especially when he'd pegged that uncertainty on Arthur's face and ended up babbling some apology and excuse about how he forgot something and hastily pulled his pants back on and left.]

[And then he just ends up pacing the hall outside Arthur's apartment, already embarrassed and frustrated with himself, but being shirtless and shoeless with an erection that stubbornly refuses to leave doesn't help. Eames pushes his hands through his hair with a frustrated groan, thinking over all the ways he's finally ruined this friendship with his dumb, stupid emotions and it was fine until he said anything and now it's going to be awkward at best but let's be honest it's ruined it's over he should just pack his stuff and go stay with his mother.]

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[Arthur doesn't respond. He just wriggles a little bit to get himself in a good position to lean in for a kiss, because Eames is just too cute and tempting right now. There's no way Arthur's falling asleep any time soon anyway, so may as well make out for a bit.]

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[He'd protest being called cute if Arthur said it out loud, but thankfully he's being kissed instead and he practically melts into it, wrapping his arms tightly around Arthur with a sigh.]

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[Arthur hums happily, wrapping his arm around Eames' neck. He'd press himself closer if they weren't already as close as can be, but his intention to get closer is definitely evident in the intensity that he kisses Eames with.]

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[Eames makes a desperate noise in the back of his throat, definitely feeling similarly, and he arches against Arthur. He feels so fucking overwhelmed and he makes another one of those noises, fingers curled tight in the back of Arthur's shirt, and where Arthur strives to get closer, Eames pulls away just a little so he can breathe.]

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[Arthur echoes the desperate noise back at Eames, kissing him a little while longer with a growing hunger. When he pulls away to speak his tone is rought and a little rushed.]

If you wanted we could...

[He intends to finish that with "pick up where we left off" but it catches in his throat and the shift of his hips should make it somewhat obvious where he's going with it.]

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[Eames wriggles his hips in response, but he's not 100% sure if he's up to it. He has a lot going on in his head and part of him is still honestly terrified that Arthur's going turn around and decide he doesn't want him.]

[He bites his lip and lifts his head to nose at Arthur's face.]

Do you want to?

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I do, yeah.

[Arthur rubs the part of Eames' back that he can touch, feeling his face and chest heat up with the weird mix of emotions he's feeling.]

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[Well, this is what they're doing then. Not that he has any complaints, and he'll probably manage to be a less anxious once things are really moving, but Eames would really rather start without any anxieties.]

[Eames is just gonna make the executive decision not to think about any of that until tomorrow and focus on this-- on Arthur for now, pressing a palm to the small of his back and putting an elbow down to take his weight as he moves to turn them and get Arthur on his back.]

You're not worried I might blurt out any other unexpected confessions?

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[Arthur bites his lip as he looks up at Eames, wanting him so badly right now.]

As long as you don't run out on me again.

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[Eames feels his face heat up a little in embarrassment (though really it's his own fault for making the joke) and he slips a hand down between them to get straight into Arthur's pants and see how long it's gonna take Arthur to get it back up.]

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[Arthur may have gone soft but he still feels pretty sensitive from being worked up earlier, and the hand in his pants is met with a gasp and a tilt of his hips as he digs his fingers into Eames' skin.]

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[Eames leans down to nose at Arthur's face for a kiss, shifting a little to roll his hips down against Arthur's thigh while he works his hand down Arthur's pants.]

[He's losing a little of that concern he might not be able to perform under the duress of his emotions, in fact it seems like his dick and his head are on very different wavelengths where that's concerned. It's almost certainly not going to take him long to get it back up at all.]

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[Arthur's not going to take long either, already moaning against Eames' mouth at his touch. He knows he doesn't really need any preparation either - it's not like the lube just dried up or went away during Eames' outburst - but this is really nice. It's nice to kind of start from the beginning again with this new knowledge that he has and he spreads his legs for Eames and presses his thigh up between Eames' legs, moaning again.]