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 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.

[prethief]

[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.]

[prethief]

[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.]