Arthur opened the door to the London townhouse he shared with Eames when he heard Eames' signature knock. "Yes?"
"Darling, your carriage has arrived," Eames replied with a cheeky grin. He waved a tuxedo clad arm at the black Triumph parked behind him mindless of the freshly lit cigarette that dangled precariously from his hand.
Arthur regarded the motorbike with a skeptical eyebrow. He didn't want to go to Eames' cousin's wedding since he had a great deal of research to do to prepare for their next job, and therefore was being more obstinate than usual. "You expect me to ride that lethal contraption dressed in this monkey suit through the streets of London?" he sarcastically inquired.
"Arthur," Eames huffed in mild annoyance as he returned to casually lean against the Triumph he had borrowed from his twin brother. "I'm sorry that I couldn't get anyone else to go with me tonight, but I did promise to make it up to you."
Arthur pursed his lips recalling Eames' promise and silently praying that he wasn't blushing. He always blushed when he thought about Eames' luscious mouth wrapped around his cock as Eames treated him to a mind expanding blow job.
"Well, darling?" Eames asked between drags of his cigarette. He had caught sight of the touch of pink that Arthur's ears turned when he contemplated sex, but refrained from teasing Arthur about it.
Arthur closed and locked the door of the townhouse. He walked over to Eames and relieved him of his cigarette. He finished it off, dropped the butt on the ground and crushed it under the heel of his shiny loafer before saying, "What are we waiting for?"
Eames stood up and pulled Arthur close giving him a quick peck on the lips. "For you to get your skinny arse on my lethal contraption."
"As you wish, Jack," Arthur replied, and then did as Eames requested.