Closetscapades
Summary: Arthur/Eames oneshot written for the prompt 'Sex in Arthur's walk in closet' on livejournal kink. Very mild smuttiness ;) x
"What if someone catches us...?" Arthur says, anxiously shutting the door behind him.
"If, on the offchance, someone was to walk in, we've got about three thousand suits to hide in pet," Eames giggles, gesturing to the countless rows of Armani jackets, pants, waistcoats, shirts and ties.
"Are you saying I've got too many suits?" Arthur hisses loudly, smacking Eames and forgetting his own fear of someone coming in.
Eames just laughs raucously and Arthur slams a hand against his mouth, trying to silence the idiot.
"If the boot fits," Eames stage-whispers when Arthur finally releases him. To emphasise this he points to an anally arranged row of black, brown and tan shoes.
Arthur has the decency to blush. So what if he has a little OCD? It's not his fault. Things look better neater.
"You're so adorable when you turn red," Eames whispers in his ear and begins to twine his fingers through Arthur's neatly slicked back hair.
"Gunna mess it up," The point man mumbles but it doesn't come out very coherently as Eames is kissing him with passion and fervour, his tongue sliding into the unprotesting mouth.
His hands slide down to Arthur's crotch and he starts rubbing, cherishing the feel of Arthur moaning into his mouth.
Suddenly they hear footsteps outside the closet and freeze, locked in a compromising tangle of arms and legs and body.
Arthur just has time to shoot Eames an angry I-fucking-told-you-so look. Eames simply shrugs cheekily and yanks Arthur behind one of the clothes rails. They crouch and Eames stifles a giggle. This is just like being a kid again, hide-and-go-seek.
Only when he was a kid, Eames wasn't sporting a quite so impressive boner.
They hear a voice outsise. It's Cobb. Arthur sighs in relief, he's sure Cobb'll be gone soon. He's wrong.
"Arthur?" Cobb calls loudly. When he doesn't get a response, the door to the closet opens very slowly and Cobb walks in, looking shifty.
The team leader performs a quick surveillance of the room as Arthur and Eames hold their breath, trying as hard as they can not to give themselves away. Squinting hard, Cobb checks once more that there's definitely no one there before, with the skill of a well-practised thief, he grabs two silk ties and a fedora and dashes back out, shutting the door behind him.
"That prick!" Is the first thing Arthur says once the amazement leaves him.
Eames just shakes his head in amusement and tries to kiss Arthur again but is rudely pushed away. Tease.
"Seriously what a douchebag," Arthur says, turning red, "I can't believe it was Cobb!"
Eames clambers out of the painstakingly ironed pants, and notices something about the door he didn't realise before.
"You saucy devil, you! This door has a lock! You just wanted to get..."
Eames stops. He's impressed. So, he thinks, this has all been a set-up.
To discover who's been stealing Arthur's clothes no less. And for once, it's Eames being used.
He walks over slowly to the now sheepish looking Arthur, who attempts to give him a sorry little smile but the shark-like look of hunger in Eames' eyes is pretty powerful and Arthur finds the apologetic grin coming out as a suggestive smirk.
Eames grabs him by the collar, kissing his way up Arthur's jawbone towards his ear, whispering.
"You know, I was going to go gentle on you..." he grins and bites Arthur's earlobe hard which earns him a satisfying squeak, "But you're just as depraved as I am, aren't you?"
Arthur grins cheekily. This is going to be fun, he thinks as Eames pulls him back into the cover of the clothes rail.
Neither of them remembers to lock the door.
Reviews anyone? :) xxx