[ barroom blitz 00? ] we break up and then we make up

[triedinception]

(( continued from the hurt/comfort meme. ))

"I need you to fuck me. Please."Those words hissed into his ear made him groan, especially considering he had Arthur all but in his lap. But he agreed; this moment was for him and Arthur, and not for any onlookers. It would never be for anyone else but them again

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[littlspecificty]

Arthur nodded silently and somehow managed to pull himself up from off the sidewalk, not using Eames completely as support but not able to stand completely on his own. His legs ached slightly from sitting on them like he had been, but keeping his face pressed to Eames' shoulder as they walked, his smell filling Arthur's nostrils, it made it easier to ignore the minor discomfort in his body.

As they walked he used his free arm - his other one around Eames' waist - to wipe at his face. The tears and snot were an annoying reminder that he had given into his own weakness and cried, something he had sworn to himself nearly four years ago he would never do again.

[triedinception]

Eames held Arthur's bag in one hand, his other arm wrapped similarly around Arthur's waist to hold him to him. He didn't want to stop touching Arthur, didn't think he could have if he had been asked.

Eames didn't know a great deal about Arthur's past; only the nightmares he had and the importance to not touch Arthur after such, and though it killed him to do that, he had managed it the last two years.

Right now that wasn't a worry, and he opened the car door for Arthur, tossing the bag in the back. He paused before Arthur could get in to cup his face and kiss him again, coax his mouth open and lick into him, a silent I love you.

[littlspecificty]

After going so many days without the other's touch and having been so close to giving it up, losing it completely... There was no way Arthur was going to tell him to stop touching him. No. He wanted Eames all over him by the time the day was out. Remembering how he smelled and how he felt and recommit it all to memory.

And Arthur opened his mouth easily to the kiss, returning the silent statement, his hands going down the front of Eames' chest and stomach, gentle but firm (already trying to recommit the shape of the other to his memory).

[triedinception]

Eames hands still fit over Arthur's hips easily, and he slid them down the other boy's sides until they settled there. He kissed Arthur for long moments before he drew away, pressing a kiss to the corner of Arthur's mouth.

He gave him a heated look, one that promised Arthur that Eames would be all over him by the end of the day, would have left his mark all over him, before he pushed him gently towards the inside of the car, so that Eames could get in himself.

[littlspecificty]

Arthur pushed his hips into the other's grip before moving into the car willingly, letting his touch on the other's shirt linger with tugging gently at the fabric before letting it go as he sat in the familiar seat.

Already he was so glad he hadn't left, that he had hesitated (and maybe even, subconsciously, waited for Eames to catch up to him and make him stay - because that was what Arthur had needed to know all this time, that the other boy wanted him near for more than just the physical).

[triedinception]

Eames slid into the drivers side of the car easily, glancing over to Arthur before he started the car, eager to get home and relieve the tension between them.

The bus stop wasn't actually that far from their house, but it felt like forever to Eames.

[littlspecificty]

It had been more than difficult to keep his hands to himself during the drive but he had to - especially if he wanted Eames to get them back home safely.

And it was "home"; wherever Eames was, that was his home. He knew that now with a new, wonderful kind of certainty.

He closed his eyes and let that feeling settle inside of him. His hands clenched a little more tightly at the end of his shirt, resisting the urge to rest his head on his lover's shoulder while he drove.

[triedinception]

Arthur would always be Eames' home, to the other man now. It didn't matter where they went or what they were doing; if Arthur was with him, it would be home enough.

That was why he wanted to touch Arthur, now, but he resisted until he was pulling into the driveway of their apartment.

As soon as Eames had hit the parking brake and turned the car off, he was turning, cupping Arthur's cheek and pulling him closer, kissing him again. It was fervent but affectionate, tasting Arthur.

[littlspecificty]

Arthur opened his eyes at the car stopping completely and didn't resist being pulled into that kiss, returning it with just as much enthusiasm and affection.

He did break away, however, to grab his bag from the back and arch his brows at the other, "I think we might need to race upstairs at this rate." He was already opening his door to emphasize his point.

[triedinception]

"Yes, I don't know how long I can keep from tearing those clothes off of you, and I'd rather not give our neighbors a show."

Though he bet they would be giving them quite the musical production soon enough, Eames let Arthur slip out of his grip and then got out of the car himself, already digging in his pocket for his keys as he moved to the front entrance.

[littlspecificty]

Arthur had smirked at Eames' words, feeling his whole body flush and followed right behind his lover after making sure the doors were locked to their car.

While Eames was busy unlocking the door to the front entrance, Arthur, with his bag slung over one shoulder, wickedly pressed himself up close behind the other young man, making sure to press his hips up against the other's ass.

[triedinception]

Eames made a low noise, a growl of arousal, as Arthur pressed up against him - Eames was usually the one on top, but had made no secret of the fact that he had eventually bottomed for Arthur and would only bottom for Arthur - and curved his spine to rub his arse back against Arthur's hips, even as the key slipped into the lock and the door opened.

Eames only glanced over his shoulder to shoot Arthur a dark look before he was heading inside, towards the stairwell.

[littlspecificty]

Arthur had returned that dark look with a mischievous smirk all his own, hands having gone to Eames' hips for a brief moment before Arthur was following after him, the door of the front entrance slamming shut and locking automatically behind them.

And Arthur, slim as he was naturally, used that to his advantage to slip past Eames and run up the stairs ahead of him (even managing to avoid one of Yusuf's stray cats as it dodged across the hallway as he got to the top of the stairs and gained more speed). It was one of those moments he was glad he took the added precaution of adding an extra key to their shared apartment - and taped it underneath the very door itself (it was a tight fit to reach under and grab but it was a good place to put it when no one was looking and he used good tape).

[triedinception]

Arthur would have barely gotten the door open by the time Eames was arriving up the stairs after him - just as fast as the other young man, he could be, but he was letting him have a head start on their stairs.

(And maybe the cat had tripped him up a bit.)

He let out another growling, possessive noise as he approached.

[littlspecificty]

(Arthur knew the cat had tripped him up by that colorful curse he usually reserved for Yusuf's cats in particular.)

But at the growl, Arthur couldn't hold back his grin (feeling his pants grow even more tight in the front) as he tried to get the door unlocked before Eames could get to him.

He managed to slip in right as Eames was behind him and he carelessly tossed his bag somewhere in the living room, not really caring about where it went for now, and tugging his hooded jacket off and shirt following it.

Yes, he was needing this tangible connection with Eames just as badly as the other boy was feeling it.

[triedinception]

Eames followed Arthur in and shut the door behind him, slate eyes tracking Arthur's movements and licking his lips as he saw him stripping his shirt off. Eames' own sweater and jacket were quick to follow Arthur, tossing them towards a chair and not caring if they landed, and then he was moving forward, catching Arthur around the waist.

His hands slid over that pale bare skin and he let out a shuddery sigh, leaning to press a kiss to Arthur's mouth as his fingers traced over the other boy's body.

Yes, he wanted Arthur now but that didn't mean he wasn't going to reacquaint his hands with the feel of Arthur's body, which included palming his arse to grind their hips together, both their chests brushing.