Arthur pushes the door to the bathroom open gently and walked towards the urinal. A few moments later and Eames swaggers in and pushes the door loudly against the adjacent wall.
Everyone stares.
"Ops," Eames said apologetically and walked towards the urinal.
Arthur buttons up and walks towards the row of sinks. He washes his hands orderly, between his fingers, the back of hs palm and soaping it twice. By the time he is done. Eames is standing beside him already throwing away the paper towel and proceeded to whip out a tube of clear something. At a closer glance, it was lip gloss.
Without paying any attention to Arthur, Eames unscrews the lid and leans forward towards the mirror, with this left hand on his chin and using his right hand apply the gloss.
Arthur stood transfixed as he stared at the real Eames and the Eames reflected in the mirror. It was almost in slow motion to Arthur, the way he applied the top lip from left to right and then the bottom lip from right to left. Arthur was wiping his hands on his well tailored pants before taking a few steps back. At this distance, both Eames's ass and lips were in good view. Arthur started to lick his dried lips when a loud smack echoed in the now empty men's room. Eames had finished putting on his lip gloss and was staring straight forward at the mirror. He even had a glossy gleeful smile on.
"Staring at something dear?" Eames asked ever so innocently while still facing the mirror. He had a full view of Arthur frozen-in-action, it was quite amusing.
"Um, you put on lip gloss," was the only thing that Arthur could say while trying to maintain his dignity. He wasn't sure if he was attracted or found it arousing; he only knew that the lip gloss made Eames's lips look more prominent.
"So, you were staring at me eh?" By now, Eames standing in front of Arthur with a distance Arthur could touch.
"I was not staring at you, don't flatter yourself. Its just a bit surprising that you put on lip gloss," Arthur could not look Eames in the eyes. He was too concentrated at his lips.
"Well, it moisturizes and-" Eames paused to take a more closer look at Arthur who had his hands clenching the sides of his pants. Eames took a small step closer and took a hold of Arthur's arm gently through the fancy suit fabric and said in his left ear "because you like it,"