A/N-I don't know why but I love torturing Arthur XD
2 am
New drinks in tow they moved to the living room finally.
Eames marveled at the younger man's cleverness and skill. He never ceased to amaze him which was half of the attraction and appeal he found.
They always had a healthy competition going ever since they first met and that competitiveness often found its way on the home front as well. But never like this.
Eames felt his control waver as he was lost in thought as to what Arthur had going on in his pretty little head. He wouldn't let the other man's scheming ruin his fun though.
"Sit on my lap."
Arthur was stoking the fire, looking cold as usual. As with most things Eames blurted out without thinking the younger man didn't even flinch.
When he was done stoking the flames he turned to him looking tired and smug.
"I'm not allowed to ask why?"
"You're always complaining you're cold and I've always wanted you to. Now that you agreed to my deal you can at least entertain the idea without sneering at it. It might even help you stay awake." He was bouncing his leg that was crossed at his ankle, tapping the sofa.
Arthur crossed his arms, looking far too serious.
"If this turns out to be a trick then I'm going to be very angry."
"I love you angry," he turned his attention to his drink letting the new warmth flood his system.
He heard Arthur take a sip of his own and when he placed his own glass down on the end table and looked up he saw that Arthur was right before him. The younger man pushed his leg down so it wasn't crossed. Eames marveled at how the simple act made him incredible horny and had to suppress a smile. Arthur looked uncomfortable and wary which Eames loved. He carefully lowered himself so that he was sitting on Eames' thighs like he was a chair, back to him. Well, that wouldn't do. He sensed that Arthur wasn't putting his full weight on him either which was ridiculous as well-he weighed less than nothing in Eames' opinion. He instructed Arthur to sit on his lap sideways so that his legs were stretched out on the couch, he would be more comfortable and Eames could see him better.
The younger man begrudgingly obliged, repositioning himself with Eames' help. He put a warm hand around his back, his other rested on his lower leg; Arthur kept his hands clasped together in his lap. He loved feeling his tight ass on his legs, too close to his crotch and it took a lot to will his hard on to go down. He wanted to lay him on the couch right there and fuck him.
"No funny business," he muttered as if he heard his thoughts.
Eames stroked his leg affectionately, pulling his pant leg down. "Never."
"So you devised this evening to play out all your fantasies?"
Eames reached over to take a long gulp of his drink, trying not to like the feeling of Arthur's weight on him.
"You forgot about the ploy to get you in bed," he drained his glass, cursing himself for drinking it too fast yet again.
Arthur laughed to Eames delight. He again had to suppress the urge to wrestle him so he was on top, pinning him down and ripping his clothes off.
Arthur settled his head in the crook of Eames' neck, putting an arm around his stomach in a half hug, deepening their contact.
"At least you admitted it, I can admire the truth, however bizarre it is." He felt Arthur inhale deeply.
Eames would tell him the real reasons later, no reason to spoil the moment or the ideas the other man had with figuring him out.
Eames repressed closing his eyes; to do that would be suicide and possibly lose the first deal. The act was so comforting though and he loved feeling him so close, he stroked his head and heard Arthur release a sigh which brought about another wave of horniness. He realized as Arthur gave him a kiss on the cheek that his original plan of getting Arthur horny was crumbling, he was the one that was getting too tipsy and turned on. Eames cursed the other man silently. He wanted him to move but didn't at the same time.
He had day dreamed about him in his lap many times before, however stupid as it was. He never thought to ask him to actually do it; he thought Arthur would dismiss it right away as something too childish.
"Am I supposed to tell you what I want for Christmas? Is this some kind of Santa themed fantasy?" He breathed into his shirt, giving it a kiss.
Eames was full blown hard now and didn't care if Arthur felt it. It was something about the way he was teasing him and kissing him but not kissing him that was driving him crazy. This was playfully sexy Arthur that he didn't get to see too much anymore. That was the real fantasy.
He felt like a Zen master and willed all his desires down into a little ball he imagined, tucking it away into a dark corner.
"I thought you said no funny business," he didn't like how shaky his voice was.
Arthur was moving to his neck now breathing into it, making Eames squirm.
"For you, not me. I want to torture you."
He licked his neck slowly releasing a heavy moan from Eames.
He couldn't take it anymore. He had to at least taste him for all the insane madness he brought upon them.
He brought Arthur's face to him and kissed him fiercely loving that Arthur was reciprocating, exploring him with his tongue. Hands were gliding over this and that but it was over way too soon, Arthur was breaking away with a breath, wiping at his mouth, a smile on his lips.
"Santa would never do that," he adjusted his waistcoat, pulling his sleeves down.
He got up before Eames could protest. He liked the way Arthur stumbled and tried to hide his own hard on. Eames was good at catching things too, Arthur just underestimated him. Eames wanted to point it out but didn't, still sticking to his original plan. He wanted Arthur so eager and pent up that he would practically beg for it.
Arthur drained his drink, wiping at his brow. At least Eames was able to give him a little heat.
"What's next?" Arthur fanned himself and moved to the kitchen, presumably to fix himself another drink, hopefully wine.
If Eames didn't know better he was beginning to think that he was enjoying this.
Eames moved to join him in the kitchen.
"Dress up."
