Disclaimer: I do not own Inception. This makes ME sad, but is probably a good thing.
Warnings: Slash, Implied sexy times.
Another job, another hotel room. Hotel rooms with stupid keycards that hated Arthur, taunting with the promise of a hot shower and a clean bed, only to make him jam the stupid thing in three times before he opened the door. He sat on the side of the bed, pulling his shoes off and sliding them under the bed. He shed his vest and tie, not bothering to fold them and put them away, and fell back, rubbing his temples.
"Arthur," Eames stepped into the frame of the bathroom, clad in his boxers, shirt unbuttoned, "what's bothering you?" Arthur stared at the other man, starting to reply before being cut off, "Do not say 'It's nothing, I'm fine' I shall have to come over there and beat you severely."
"'m just tired, Eames. It was a long day," Arthur mumbled.
"Darling, if you ever had a short day of work, you wouldn't know what to do with yourself." Arthur felt the bed shift as Eames sat beside him. The older man picked up the discarded tie and began to fold it before it was snatched from his hand and he found himself alone on the bed as the fully clad man stormed to the dresser.
"I don't feel like—"Arthur stopped, folding his tie and putting with the rest of the clothes in need of washing. He watched the Forger's careful movements as he retrieved the vest, brushing off before folding it and handing it to Arthur. Certain the Point Man had gotten the rare outburst out of his system, Eames placed his hands on Arthur's shoulders, squeezing between his lover and the dresser.
"You've been like this since we arrived here. Is it the job?" Eames voice appeared to have the desired, soothing effect on Arthur, who shook his head and sighed.
"It's just…this is my home town, and my family doesn't know what I do. I don't want to just leave town without seeing them, but I couldn't lie to their face."
"I wish had some advice, but my mum is the only one my family who will still talk to me." Eames rubbed Arthur's shoulders through his shirt, as though he was desperate to comfort the other in any way possible. He cupped the other man's clean shaven face before adding, "Whatever you decide, just know you're taking me with you."
Arthur groaned, "I can hear that conversation. 'Hi, Mom. Did you know I never finished school? No, really I ran off to steal people's secrets through their dreams. Also met the man who buttf-'" Eames clamped his hand over Arthur mouth, suppressing his own laughter.
"No need to get so riled up, darling. Or kill your mother prematurely. I'd be going as a friend." As Arthur relaxed, Eames moved his hand to the back of the Point Man's neck, rubbing gently. He kissed the corner of Arthur's mouth, before abandoning his shirt and entered the bathroom. "I did plan on getting a shower, dearest," he informed Arthur, who took off his belt and untucked his shirt, contemplating fetching a book from his things while he waited. Then his lover's underwear went flying across the room. Arthur moved towards them before Eames shouted to him.
"Don't you dare take the time to pick them up and fold them."