Prompt Post No. 18
Welcome to Round 18 of the Inception Kink Meme.
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Tony shook his head and put his hands on the table “Okay, I’m going to pointedly ignore the criminal associate that followed you to a club where you’re meeting your federal agent cousin.”
“Well to be fair,” said Arthur, feigning a bored tone “I told him that he would have to shower alone because I was going to meet an attractive man at a semi-romantic location.”
Tony was glad he hadn’t been drinking, it would have been spat all over the table “Er, what?”
Arthur just grinned and shrugged. Tony grimaced, okay, when had his cousin found an appreciation for humor? And when had it been decided that Arthur was the one that got to tease him?
“Is that…” Tony struggled for a moment to bring a slip of information to the forefront of him mind. The long day and the whisky weren’t helping. “Mr. Eames?”
“Is it.”
“He’s not good enough for you,” Tony said instantly.
Arthur rolled his eyes, a movement that Tony was all too familiar with “It’s sweet when you try, and fail, at being protective. Please remember I’m only seven months younger than you, asshole.”
“Backhanded compliments, they’re truly your forte,” Tony muttered under his breath. Louder he said “And he looks half a decade older than us.”
“Four years, actually.”
Before Tony could say much else, the man at the bar suddenly stood from his barstool, picked up his drink, and then made his way towards the table.
“Your boyfriend’s coming this way.”
“Ignore him and he just might go away.”
“You know, Arthur darling,” the man announced as he reached the table, and Tony was a little caught off guard by the British accent “I can read lips quite efficiently.”
“I know,” Arthur replied, not moving to make room for the man to sit down “I simply choose to not acknowledge.”
The Englishman made a humming noise low in his throat, smirking and raking his eyes over Arthur’s frame. Tony managed to feel dirty just witnessing the exchange.
This Mr. Eames began to speak again, his tone was purposefully quiet and unconcerned even though his words weren’t “Of course you’re aware of all the abilities I have with lips, Arthur.”
Tony coughed and stood. Immediately. “Anthony DiNozzo!” he said, probably too loud, sticking his hand out. “Arthur’s cousin.”
“You can call me Eames, mate,” Eames replied, shaking Tony’s hand, amused.
Arthur didn’t even appear to be nonplussed by his partner’s words. Tony figured the overtly lewd comments must be a regular thing in that case. Arthur did slide further into the booth, though, so that Eames could sit beside him.
“Well,” Arthur raised an eyebrow in Tony’s direction and put a hand on Eames’ thigh “Don’t ever say family coming to town wasn’t an event.”
“We sure aren’t the Tannenbaums,” Tony agreed. He had to laugh down into his glass, avoiding the way that this Eames was curling a relaxed arm around Arthur’s shoulders. He could admit that he didn’t feel nearly so bad about his day anymore.
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I don't know how to link to Pheyne's profile (new to LJ, lol!) but the link to the story is here: http://pheyne.livejournal.com/3068.html#cutid1
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I love your Arthur and Tony. ♥
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