[ 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?
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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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