There are something's that should be illegal, in Eames' opinion. Young men playing awful music too loudly from their clapped out first cars. Spitting in the street. Flared trousers.
However, the sight of a certain young point man leaning back on his chair, hair a little tousled from the long days, pale skin against a black waist coated suit, the shirt sleeves rolled up, twirling a lollypop around his mouth with his eyes closed, was just-
That's…. that should be illegal, that's too fucking hot to be allowed.
Eames' mind exploded and his body reacted faster than he thought a man his age should be capable. He shifted in his chair, his pants now uncomfortably tight. He shouldn't be staring at his co-worker, shouldn't be imagining the look on Arthur's face as he sucked and licked on something else….
Oh my god. Was that a moan from the always in control Arthur?
The sound was ridiculously hot and Eames bit back a groan as Arthur made that sound again.
I wonder what sounds he makes when he's getting fucked. I bet he's loud, moaning and groaning as I thrust into him-
Woah. His brain needed to stop, now. He couldn't tear his eyes away. The heat radiated off his body and his erection was becoming painful. It took all of his (arguably not very considerable) self-control not to storm over to the point man's desk, pull him out of that chair and throw him onto the desk.
The point man hid a smirk as he hollowed out his cheeks and groaned around the lollypop. Vimto lollipops were just delicious. Although admittedly, watching Eames' unravel watching him was also delicious.
Arthur's dark eyes met Eames' grey ones. The forger was a wreck, his eyes glazed, his face flushed. Even in that awful shirt Arthur wanted him. Badly. He took the sweet out of his mouth in a move that the forger found ridiculously arousing and raised his eyebrows.
"sorry, oral fixation." The carefully chosen words earned the reward of seeing Eames shift in his chair again and seem momentarily speechless.
Well fancy that, the brit that never stops talking, driving me to distraction what that accent and that attitude…
Arthur decided enough was enough. He got up from his chair slowly, lithe like cat Eames had always thought, all lean muscle and sinew.
He advanced towards Eames' desk. They were alone, in the five years since the Fischer job the team had worked together a lot. It was supposed to only be one job but then life got in the way, as it often did.
Cobb had been out of there hours ago to Skype his kids. He hated being apart from them, but since this job was only a week and the pay-out was good he had taken it. Ariadne had gone with a smile and wave and a fond warning to Arthur not too work too hard.
Eames' eyes grew wider and his body pushed back against his chair almost as to retreat from the smaller man. Eames was affected and this gave Arthur a massive surge of confidence.
Arthur sat on the forger's desk, facing him, legs swinging, still with that damn lollypop in his mouth.
"so, the mark has too central addresses in this city, by the looks of his schedule he should be at the city apartment the night in que-im sorry Mr Eames, is something distracting you?" the last few words were said with a knowing smirk as the lollypop was licked again, the dark eyes never leaving Eames grey ones, making the tension rise and rise.
The little fucker knows exactly what he's doing. Okay Arthur, you want to play, ill play.
Faster than Arthur had ever seen Eames move, the chair was kicked back as the older man stood, leaning his arms either side of where Arthur's hands were placed, forcing his legs open with his knees and moving close into the space between them.
Their heads were less than an inch apart, each silently daring the other to make the first move.
"Oh darling, I think you know exactly what's distracting me, you little tease Arthur, who'd have known?" Eames accent was thicker as he purred out the words and it made Arthur's erection strain against his pants.
"What did you think was going to happen, sat here in front of me, sucking on that fucking lolly? Did you think I wouldn't get hard? Did you think I wouldn't take you up on what you were so nicely advertising? Did you think im just that good, Arthur?"
It was a challenge, and Arthur took it as one, breaking the distance between them and smashing his lips against Eames. It wasn't soft or sensual, it was hard and passionate and hot. It took the Brit a second to get with the programme, but when he did, mercy.
His hands were pulling at Arthur's tie and the point man had wrapped his arms around his neck as they kissed furiously, Eames taking charge to push Arthur pack onto the desk and straddle him.
They groaned simultaneously as their clothed erections bumped each other, the friction making both of them see stars. Arthur pulled his lips away and started a frantic pathway of kissing down the older man's neck, making him groan.
Then, with strength he didn't know he had, he took the shirt he had always found offensive and ripped it clean off Eames' beautifully muscled torso, sending buttons flying everywhere.
The forger actually drew his head back from the attention he was so enjoying at the hands, or better the mouth of the dark-haired beauty underneath him.
"Why Arthur, you're downright violent, aren't you gorgeous?" The rest of the speech was drowned out by guttural groans when the point man grabbed Eames' clothed arse and pulling him down.
"Shut up Mr Eames."
"Gladly darling"
The rest of the clothing was made short of work and Arthur nearly screamed when skin finally touched skin. Muscled, scarred, tattooed, and sexy as hell skin.
The sounds made when the freed manhood's grinded together were nothing short of pornographic and then the forger stood up off the desk, grabbing Arthur by the hair taking him with him.
"What the fuck-ow, EAMES!" Arthur was not amused at all.
With a growl Eames spun Arthur around and, with a muscled forearm on his back, leaned forward, pausing to rut his hips against Arthur's arse.
"Bend over darling. "The command was breathy, Eames was panting. Arthur obeyed.
"Do you have lube? This will go a lot easier for you." The arrogance and arousal dripped of the Brits tongue, rather than annoy Arthur as it normally did; he found it turned him if possible more than he already was.
"In my desk drawer." He should have said no and dealt with a rougher experience than having to explain, he just hoped that either Eames wasn't as bright as he thought, or he was so turned on he wouldn't have higher brain function.
His wish seemed granted, as Eames brought his flat hand down on Arthur's bare arse, the slap causing the younger man to jump and yelp.
"Stay where you are darling." Naked as the day he was born and confident as ever Eames swaggered across the room and opened the desk drawer and frowned at its contents, two boxes of condoms, and one nearly empty, and a half empty bottle of lube. Arthur saw his face and felt his heart stop.
"Erm, do you want to explain this darling?" his tone was angry, possessive.
Arthur couldn't lie, his morals had him immobilized into telling the very handsome naked man he ached for the truth.
"Me and cobb, occasionally. After mal, you know…" he didn't know what he hoped for, indifferent, casual. It didn't work.
Eames's face coloured dark, his eyes narrowed. He looked… upset. That frightened Arthur more than anger.
"Oh. I see. So you'd rather it is Dom here fucking you, but since he's gone, you'll make do with me?" The hurt and the jealousy registered before he could stop it.
"No, Eames, listen..." what Arthur was going to try to explain, he didn't know because before he knew it the gorgeous and very upset Brit was across the room pulling on his trousers.
"No Arthur, fuck off. This was a mistake. I'm not some …. disposable shag for you to use when Cobb isn't here. Got it?" with that he stalked out of the room, the slammed door the only sound.
He stood, naked, alone and devastated. Thinking what he should have said.
You're not the disposable shag, Cobb is. I imagine you when it's happening, just like Cobb imagines mal.
He bit his lip and started looking for clothes. He really hated vimto lollipops.