Arthur was eating an orange.
Actually, it was a common orange and common boring Arthur in a suit, but… the way his teeth were sinking into juicy pulp, and his perfect lips were stretching, and his beautiful mouth sucking – all that made Eames' knees go weak. He thought little bastard was doing that on purpose, when no one watched.
- Hey, darling, - said Eames, appearing in Arthur's line of view.
- What? – the point man asked angrily, - Don't you know I'm working?!
- Shh, I've just thought you missed some company… - suddenly the forger noticed a small drop of orange juice on Arthur's bottom lip, and felt tight in his pants.
- Go. Away. – Arthur said looking into his papers.
- Look, you have something… - Eames leaned forward and wiped the drop away, caressing point man's lips and chin with his thumb.
- Where?.. – asked Arthur belatedly.
- Nowhere, - grinned Eames and leaned closer, - Did you do it for me, darling?..
Point man gave him a sly look and suddenly put his own index finger into his mouth and licked it.
Eames' heart made a loop and crashed somewhere in his heels.
- I bet you'll be much more tasty today than you've been yesterday… - the forger whispered.
- You'll lick your fingers, - Arthur promised, his hand travelling down Eames' chest.
- First you'll lick my… totem, - the forger's grin widened when the point man's cheeks became beautifully pink.
- You… - Arthur didn't finish, because Eames pulled him closer and kissed his lips passionately.
Some time later they were lying on the table, Arthur flat on his back, legs still apart, and Eames above him, buried in the tight heat of Arthur's body, strong arms set against the table to support his weight.
- Could you just pull out before somebody comes and sees us? – Arthur asked weakly, squirming a little to make his lean form feel more comfortable under such a bigger frame.
- Wait, darling, - the forger murmured, - You're still so tight… purrrfectly…
The point man hemmed and stayed silent.
But Eames couldn't keep silence. After a couple of minutes he asked, nuzzling Arthur's neck:
- You know what, love?..
- What? – Arthur's hand came to rest on Eames' spine.
- You should try a peach!
- Oh, shut up, Eames!