[ Laptop left behind in their country home, Arthur has his phone in hand and is clicking away on the buttons of the device, replying to e-mails as he tries to gather leads and updates on their current situation, though he tries to make it appear as if he's playing one of the games, iPod resting to the side with the earphones loosely in place.
He mouths the words here and there, constantly glancing down to the other end of the bed where Eames lies in close contact, and hiding the smile when he feels his eyes on him when he's focusing on the words on the screen. Eames hasn't suggested anywhere to go or anything he wants to do, and Arthur doesn't mind staying in for a while, relaxing, and trying to keep as cool as possible.
He stops what he's doing when the book drops, though, an amused quirk of the eyebrow staring down, and it takes everything he has not to pay attention to where the water makes the skin of his hip glisten, or the fact that Eames is half-naked in general. ] You alive down there?
[ His smile flickers more fully into place as he gives a long, lazy, almost feline stretch, body curving for a moment before he flops back, hands loose against the sheets. ] Mmm.
[ Drawing a hand up Arthur's calve to his knee and back down again. ] Can't concentrate. What are you up to, love? Apart from the silent disco which, by the way, is really adorable.
[ Laughing with the tiniest hint of colour creeping in. ] Shut up. It wasn't all that long ago you were encouraging me to loosen up.
[ Watching the action, Arthur has to bite down on his lip to stop a moan from slipping out, the firm contact sending shivers up his body, which he's certain has nothing to do with the weather. He quickly closes the e-mail screen and loads up the Sherlock Holmes game, turning it around and waving it for Eames to see. ] Nothing for you to worry about. [ He chucks the phone down onto the mattress soundlessly, removing one of the earphones and offering it out to Eames, Bon Jovi's 'I Want You' playing as he drops down onto his front, crawling in close to shift the water bottle and flick his tongue where the water's been pooling around Eames' hip bone. ] Thinking about doing that.
[ He's just managed to get one earphone in, lips curling at the sound filtering through when Arthur's warm tongue laps at him. Eames makes a noise, half gasp, half growl, one hand hooking around Arthur's waist. He pushes up on his elbow and meets Arthur half way, sealing their mouths together.
The kiss isn't sweet, it's as hot as the sun outside, Eames biting down on Arthur's lip until he gasps, sliding his tongue in and tangling it against the others. His breath is already hitched, desire melting through his system, because it's been so long since they've kissed and it's felt blissful and dangerous like it used to. Pulling away a little, gaze naughty. ] Bon Jovi? Really? [ Arthur's earphones are still hooked to the both of them and he's huffing out a laugh, letting his breath hit his cheek. ] Closet mullet rock?
[ Flushed from the effort of the intense kiss, Arthur hangs his head, groaning around a grin, and he makes a grab for the iPod, quickly sliding a finger over the touch pad until he finds what he's looking for, Kylie's 'Locomotion' filtering through the earphones instead as a subtle hint. ] I can neither confirm nor deny that. [ Sheepishly, but with a dangerous edge. ] If you tell anyone...
[ Forgetting the heat and how horrid it is to move in it, Arthur makes the effort to crawl further up, throwing a leg over Eames and straddling his thighs, a wry smile appearing as he places his hands down on his chest and letting them roam up and down. ] Do you have a problem with mullet rock now? Because I can always leave.
Your iPod is almost as horrible as mine, you can't leave me. [ Hands at his waist, Eames grins up at him, hair loose because it's so hot. Pushing his hands up underneath the fabric of Arthur's shirt, his fingertips trace loosely over the smooth patch of skin just above his boxer shorts. ] You have Kylie, darling. If you leave me now we can never get drunk on alcopops listening to her greatest hits. I'd give you a blow job to Can't Get You Out Of My Head for irony's sake.
[ Grinning wide so that his smile is that loose kind of crooked. ] You look good up there.
[ Torn between being so horrified running away is the only option and filling up every space he can around Eames, Arthur decides on staring down at him, an awkward pause lingering between them. ] ...You scary bastard. And when did you become so camp? If you tell me you love Jason Donovan, I might have no option but to leave you right now.
[ Smirking, he trails fingertips down over Eames' stomach and curls them around the waistband of his jeans. ] Bet I'd look better down there, though, huh?
Eugh, no. I think I like my gay Disco to be mostly the greats. There's nothing wrong with mixing the Spice Girls to the Smiths. [ Teasing. ] I turn myself into a woman at every available opportunity, what more did you expect? I'm serious about the getting drunk thing though. Relive our awkward youth by having really lazy sex? I'll feed you candy-floss.
[ He makes a quiet noise at the fingers pressing against him, nudges his hips up slightly. He's already half hard, flush starting to spread across his slightly tanned skin. But it doesn't stop the mischievous smile. ] I have something to show you.
Awkward youth? I never experienced such a thing. But I'd be more than happy to oblige indulging you in your fantasy. [ Leaning down to press a kiss to Eames' lips. ] I think you'll find you mean cotton candy, but you had me at lazy sex.
[ Already working on unbuckling Eames' belt, Arthur rolls his eyes, drawing a hand over the hardening bulge at the front of his trousers accidentally-on-purpose. ] Your pick-up lines need working on, darling. [ Pouting as he fights with the belt that isn't coming away as quickly as he wants it to, he sighs with frustration. ] You can show me just as soon as I get you out of these.
[ Laughing a little breathlessly when Arthur presses down against his erection, Eames wriggles, pushes his hips up and grabs the belt for Arthur. It ends up being tossed to the floor before Eames' fingers curl in his shirt and tug him forward a little. His jeans sit low on his hips and it's very clear he's not wearing anything else underneath them. But his expression is innocent. ] My dick is a constant gift to bestow upon you, my dear, but no. That's not what I want to show you.
Always so cock-sure. [ With an evil little smirk, he helps himself to sliding a hand inside Eames' jeans, fingers curling around his hard cock, thumb teasing the head of. Suspiciously. ] I'll brace myself, shall I?
[ Groaning. ] Well, I can't get to it if you keep touching me like that. [ Lips parted, mouth red. ] It's under the bed, so either you get it yourself or you be patient for a minute.
[ A low whine leaves him, the thought of taking Eames into his mouth making him achingly hard, skin hotter than he can bear, but he behaves himself and releases him, rolling off and dropping down onto the bed on his back. ] Hurry up, I want you. And it better be worth it.
[ He shifts on to his knees for a moment so he can hang over the side of the bed, jeans perilously close to falling off, the waistband dipping now against the curve of his arse. Eames makes a noise, tugging free a long, pink box. He pulls it to the bed and sits with his legs crossed, regarding Arthur thoughtfully. ]
Okay. So. If you want to beat me up for this feel free, just please not the face. [ With a little grin, he nudges it closer. ] But I thought maybe this'd be fun.
[ He doesn't open the box, chooses to let Arthur do so for himself, but when he does it'll look like Eames has gone on a spree in a sex store. Not of it is particularly terrifying, in fact, he's very carefully chosen everything that looks like a toy, neon little gadgets that vibrate, beads that happen to be lime green. Underneath it all is even miscellaneous bits of costumes. The man himself is currently fidgeting, like he's waiting to see if he's in trouble or if this were in fact a stroke of genius. ]
Anyone ever tell you that you've got a great ass? [ Still too hot to do anything other than lie there unless it involves getting to the exciting part, he folds his arms above his head and uses them as a pillow, propping him up enough to watch Eames. ]
Idiot. Why the hell would I want to hit you? [ He eyes the box with a wary sort of wonder, and when Eames doesn't make to open it, he sighs heavily and pushes himself into a sitting position, legs bent out to one side where he turns to reach for the box, lifting the lid with a uncertain glance at Eames. In in an instant he realises what's in it, and a part of him, one he thinks he should probably avoid releasing, wants to laugh, to remove the toys and do immature things with them, but instead he turns away, forcing down the grin, and tries to look serious when he turns to Eames, expression unreadable. ] Someone's been busy.
We don't have to! [ Usually, Eames is very comfortable in himself, but there's just a flare of slight panic in his expression for the moment, as though he's sure he's offended Arthur somehow. ] There's nothing wrong with what we do together. I mean - it's fantastic, I didn't mean - . [ Swearing. ] Okay. Um. I thought it'd be fun. And if you don't like the idea I will throw the box out of the window.
He mouths the words here and there, constantly glancing down to the other end of the bed where Eames lies in close contact, and hiding the smile when he feels his eyes on him when he's focusing on the words on the screen. Eames hasn't suggested anywhere to go or anything he wants to do, and Arthur doesn't mind staying in for a while, relaxing, and trying to keep as cool as possible.
He stops what he's doing when the book drops, though, an amused quirk of the eyebrow staring down, and it takes everything he has not to pay attention to where the water makes the skin of his hip glisten, or the fact that Eames is half-naked in general. ] You alive down there?
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[ Drawing a hand up Arthur's calve to his knee and back down again. ] Can't concentrate. What are you up to, love? Apart from the silent disco which, by the way, is really adorable.
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[ Watching the action, Arthur has to bite down on his lip to stop a moan from slipping out, the firm contact sending shivers up his body, which he's certain has nothing to do with the weather. He quickly closes the e-mail screen and loads up the Sherlock Holmes game, turning it around and waving it for Eames to see. ] Nothing for you to worry about. [ He chucks the phone down onto the mattress soundlessly, removing one of the earphones and offering it out to Eames, Bon Jovi's 'I Want You' playing as he drops down onto his front, crawling in close to shift the water bottle and flick his tongue where the water's been pooling around Eames' hip bone. ] Thinking about doing that.
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The kiss isn't sweet, it's as hot as the sun outside, Eames biting down on Arthur's lip until he gasps, sliding his tongue in and tangling it against the others. His breath is already hitched, desire melting through his system, because it's been so long since they've kissed and it's felt blissful and dangerous like it used to. Pulling away a little, gaze naughty. ] Bon Jovi? Really? [ Arthur's earphones are still hooked to the both of them and he's huffing out a laugh, letting his breath hit his cheek. ] Closet mullet rock?
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[ Forgetting the heat and how horrid it is to move in it, Arthur makes the effort to crawl further up, throwing a leg over Eames and straddling his thighs, a wry smile appearing as he places his hands down on his chest and letting them roam up and down. ] Do you have a problem with mullet rock now? Because I can always leave.
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[ Grinning wide so that his smile is that loose kind of crooked. ] You look good up there.
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[ Smirking, he trails fingertips down over Eames' stomach and curls them around the waistband of his jeans. ] Bet I'd look better down there, though, huh?
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[ He makes a quiet noise at the fingers pressing against him, nudges his hips up slightly. He's already half hard, flush starting to spread across his slightly tanned skin. But it doesn't stop the mischievous smile. ] I have something to show you.
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[ Already working on unbuckling Eames' belt, Arthur rolls his eyes, drawing a hand over the hardening bulge at the front of his trousers accidentally-on-purpose. ] Your pick-up lines need working on, darling. [ Pouting as he fights with the belt that isn't coming away as quickly as he wants it to, he sighs with frustration. ] You can show me just as soon as I get you out of these.
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[ Laughing a little breathlessly when Arthur presses down against his erection, Eames wriggles, pushes his hips up and grabs the belt for Arthur. It ends up being tossed to the floor before Eames' fingers curl in his shirt and tug him forward a little. His jeans sit low on his hips and it's very clear he's not wearing anything else underneath them. But his expression is innocent. ] My dick is a constant gift to bestow upon you, my dear, but no. That's not what I want to show you.
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Okay. So. If you want to beat me up for this feel free, just please not the face. [ With a little grin, he nudges it closer. ] But I thought maybe this'd be fun.
[ He doesn't open the box, chooses to let Arthur do so for himself, but when he does it'll look like Eames has gone on a spree in a sex store. Not of it is particularly terrifying, in fact, he's very carefully chosen everything that looks like a toy, neon little gadgets that vibrate, beads that happen to be lime green. Underneath it all is even miscellaneous bits of costumes. The man himself is currently fidgeting, like he's waiting to see if he's in trouble or if this were in fact a stroke of genius. ]
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Idiot. Why the hell would I want to hit you? [ He eyes the box with a wary sort of wonder, and when Eames doesn't make to open it, he sighs heavily and pushes himself into a sitting position, legs bent out to one side where he turns to reach for the box, lifting the lid with a uncertain glance at Eames. In in an instant he realises what's in it, and a part of him, one he thinks he should probably avoid releasing, wants to laugh, to remove the toys and do immature things with them, but instead he turns away, forcing down the grin, and tries to look serious when he turns to Eames, expression unreadable. ] Someone's been busy.
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