The two men sat in the taxi silently, the tension nearly choking them both. Eames couldn't help but be pleased that he had an excuse to give Christopher a visit. He wondered what the wealthy man would say when he arrived. He found himself chewing on his lower lip as he thought.
When they finally arrived Arthur couldn't help but raise a brow at the expensive looking apartments that loomed over them. He seemed not to be able to fathom why Eames would have been there of all places. They approached the gate and Eames pressed the buzzer for the top floor. At first, he was skeptical that anyone would answer, however, a familiar voice sounded in his ears.
"Hello?" He sounded sleepy.
"Ello Love," Eames smiled. Damn he sounds sexy when he is tired…
"Come on up," suddenly Christopher sounded much more awake, and happy.
There was a soft buzz and a mechanical clink as the gate was unlocked. They stepped inside and entered the apartment building.
Arthur could not help but notice how expensive everything looked. The granite floors were shining with cleanliness and everything looked as though they had never seen a speck of dust in their time. Beautiful landscape pictures painted with rich colours and artful hands decorated the white walls, adding just the perfect accents to the otherwise colourless room. When they stepped into the elevator, Eames pressed the button for the top floor, where the penthouses resided. Whoever was up there was rich.
Finally they reached the top floor which was a hallway with two doors on either side. Eames knocked on one, his lower lip pressed firmly between his teeth. Arthur noticed a slight flush met his cheeks and he was trying to suppress a smile but ultimately failing.
Suddenly, the door flew open.
Arthur was shocked to see who stood in the doorway. He was shirtless, wearing nothing but jeans. His golden blonde hair was a total mess but somehow looked stylish all the same. He had a broad chest, toned arms, and very sharp defined facial features. He towered over his visitors with a clean perfect smile on his face. His smile was undoubtedly directed at Eames, not giving Arthur so much as a glance.
"Well, well, well, I didn't expect to see you again," he said in a deep rugged voice.
"You and me both, Love, but I'm afraid I left something here last night,"
"Well come in," he gestured for Eames to come in, turning to acknowledge Arthur for the first time. His eyes scanned over the finely dressed man and a smile twitched his lips.
"Didn't see you there! My name is Christopher, it's a pleasure to meet you," he held out a hand. Arthur took it with reluctance, forcing a smile to return.
"Arthur, pleasure's all mine,"
The apartment was just as grand as the building itself was. It was entirely spotless and beautifully organized. Everything was black and white with small splashes of colours from arranged plants, paintings, and decorative small statues.
"So, how do you two know each other?" Christopher asked, plopping down onto his couch and gesturing for them to sit on the second couch directly across from him.
"We work together," Arthur said quickly, accepting the seat next to Eames.
"What do you do?"
"Private Investigators of sorts," this time it was Eames's turn to answer.
"Really? I can believe that with you, Arthur, but you," he shook his head at Eames playfully, "You don't behave like one,"
"What exactly happened here last night?" Arthur blurted out. The other two men turned their attention towards them. Eames was blushing deep red, Christopher simply had a raised brow.
"Eames didn't tell you?"
"No…"
"Perhaps it would be better if he explained,"
"Well, love, as I've explained many times, it's really none of your damn business now is it? Don't be nosey," Eames suddenly snapped. It was not as if he was angry with Arthur, but he still was hurt by Arthur's constant coldness towards him. He hated it, not just Arthur's attitude, but how much it affected him.
"Right," Christopher flashed a smile, "So what exactly did you leave? Aside from your clothes?"
Another blush from Eames.
"Actually, I was wondering where those might be,"
"Bedroom,"
"I'll be back in just a moment," he left the room without another word, seeming to know his way around quite well. An uneasy feeling settled in Arthur's stomach at this thought. He turned his gaze back towards the large male only a few feet away.
"What happened?" He demanded much more forcefully this time.
"Are you his boyfriend?" Christopher suddenly asked. This time it was Arthur's turned to blush. Boyfriend? Why the hell would he have that idea?
"No, I'm not. I don't have a boyfriend, nor does Eames, neither of us…" he coughed slightly.
"Neither of you are interested in men?" He raised his brow again.
"Of course not!"
A devilish grin crossed his features. "Oh, I see,"
"What?"
"Back! Did you miss me?" Eames reentered the room.
"Immensely," he smiled. Eames looked down at him with a soft fondness and embarrassment. How was it that just looking at this man had such an effect on him? His heart was beating erratically and warm memories played like movies through his mind. His entire body felt as though it had been lit aflame. "Are you sure you have to leave?"
"I'm afraid so," he apologized.
"Alright," he looked genuinely disappointed. He rose to his feet gracefully. "Before you go I have one more thing for you, I left it in my room though. Sorry to make you go back and forth but I think you would be unhappy if I didn't give it to you,"
"Be back in a moment Arthur," Eames nodded before following the taller man to the back of the apartment, into his room. The minute the door was closed, Christopher grabbed him and slammed him against a wall. Before Eames could fight back or wonder what was happening, lips crashed against his and kissed him desperately. He couldn't help but moan as Christopher's tongue explored every inch of his mouth.
"I'm so glad you came back, even for just a moment. You're too perfect for me to let you slip away," Christopher breathed headily in between kisses. Eames surprised by the sudden passion but melted into it anyway. His hands ran over the hardened muscles of his shirtless companion. Eventually, he wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
"I can't get enough of you," Christopher murmured, as he pulled Eames to the bed and pushed him down, crawling on top of him. "You made me jealous, for a moment, I thought that Arthur was your boyfriend, but he doesn't even know you're gay does he?"
"I'm not gay!" Eames protested.
"Really now?" He grinned, his hand trailed down Eames stomach and squeezed the growing bulge in his jeans. Eames sucked in a sharp breath and a low moan built in the back of his throat.
"That.. Doesn't prove anything," he gasped.
"Oh I think it does. And now that I know you are single," his lips brushed against the Forger's ear, "I want you,"
This shocked Eames. Christopher wanted him… As his boyfriend? Or just as a toy?
"What-um," he gulped, "What exactly do you want me for?"
"I'll decide that later,"
"Well, Love, as exhilarating as this is I… Arthur…" Eames tried to form coherent sentences but his breathlessness made it impossible. Who was this guy?
"He can wait,"
Eames meant to protest more but Christopher silenced him with another kiss.
Arthur watched them leave with little interest. He really just wanted to leave. He did not like this Christopher guy and certainly was not pleased that Eames had spent the night with him. Part of him knew, or at least suspected, but he pushed that part away.
Suddenly he heard something, a thump. It sounded like someone got pushed into a wall or drawer. This was followed by a loud moan. What was going on? Was Eames being hurt? Arthur bit his lower lip, debating whether to go check on him. Eames was strong and clever, but Christopher towered over them both and obviously had spent a good amount of time in the gym.
"Eames?" He called out loudly, hoping the Englishman would hear. No such luck. Either that, or he was not able to respond. Dammit! What's going on in there?!
"Eames!" He called more loudly. When once again there was no response, Arthur rose and crossed the room to the hallway he had watched the two men disappear into. He held his breath and listened in order to determine which closed door Eames was behind. A low moan was all that he needed to know that the one at the end of the hall was the bedroom.
He cautiously approached the room, trying to decide of opening the door was the right thing to do.
"Fuck," he heard Eames groan.
Christopher certainly knew how to have fun. The night before he had been an attentive lover, a teacher in a sense for Eames. He had focused all of his attention on pleasuring his companion with extreme success. Now, however, he wanted pleasure for himself. That was not to say that Eames was not enjoying every second, but it was a bit of a change from the sex the night before.
Christopher had Eames pinned to the bed, his hands held above his head. Loud groans escaped Eames's throat in both pain and pleasure as his partner thrust roughly into him. He couldn't believe what he was doing, considering that Arthur was waiting outside in the living room, but at the same time he didn't care. All that mattered was that Christopher was fucking him and damn it felt good.
"Oh baby, you're so tight," Christopher moaned into Eames's neck, burying himself deeper inside. Eames couldn't help but cringe from pain. God, as wonderful as it was, it really did hurt like hell.
"Please, touch me," Eames begged, his erect cock begging for release.
"Let me finish first, then I'll make it good for you I promise," he pressed his lips against the Forger's neck and swirled his tongue over the soft skin there, coaxing another moan from his lips.
Christopher began to quicken his pace, thrusting quickly and deeply into Eames. His hips rolled skillfully, hitting Eames's prostate.
"Shit!" Eames cursed between clenched teeth. Holy shit that had been different. His back arched as he hit the spot again and again. The pleasure was beyond anything he had felt before and suddenly he couldn't feel his pain anymore.
Christopher loved the way Eames writhed with pleasure at his touch. He wanted this man to be his. He wanted to show Eames that he belonged to him. He pushed himself deeper and harder. A tension he knew all too well began to build and suddenly he was spilling his hot seed. He clutched the Brit close to him, riding out his orgasm, enjoying the way Eames's cock was pressed into his stomach. Now it was his turn to give pleasure.
He pulled out and began to trail kisses down his hard chest. Eames's breathing became extremely labored as he anticipated what was to come. A gasp escaped him as hot wet lips wrapped around his hard cock.
"Oh fuck," he nearly screamed. Christopher's tongue slipped across his slit and he nearly jumped out of his skin.
"Eames! What's wro-" Suddenly Arthur came bursting through the door. As his eyes landed on the two men, he froze.
At first no one moved.
"A-Arthur I…" Eames began, but no words would come to his aid. His mouth felt dry and he didn't dare push Christopher away at this point. The Point Man's face went completely red.
"I.. Uh, sorry… I just…I thought… Fuck," he bolted from the room.
Arthur could not believe what he had just seen. Worst of all, he could not believe what he was feeling. His heart had begun to hammer and his breath quickened. He recognized this feeling as excitement. The whole thing had managed to excite him. There was that… and something else. There was a tightening in his chest. It was as if he had been hurt, or was yearning, he wasn't sure which. All he knew was that he had never truly felt it before and he hated it.
He didn't bother to try to wave down a taxi but instead just started walking as fast as he could away from that place.
"Arthur!" Eames called after him. Arthur dared a peek behind him to see Eames running after him with nothing but jeans on once again. The pain in his chest increased. He didn't slow his pace.
"Arthur please wait! Dammit please!" The Englishman caught up and blocked Arthur's path. He tried to get around him, refusing to listen. He didn't want to hear whatever excuse was about to come. He tried to push pass but Eames grabbed his shoulder and pushed him against the wall of a building. His breathing hitched in his throat and he couldn't bring himself to look Eames in the eye, resorting to looking at the ground.
"God Arthur, I'm so sorry! I didn't think that he would… Christopher was just… we… Fuck," he sighed. Arthur pressed himself back into the wall, trying not to let Eames know that the fact that he had walked in on them fucking and now having him so close with a bared chest and his hot breath on his face had left him oddly aroused.
"Let me go," Arthur pleaded.
"Wait, no, I mean, fuck why can't I talk? Look, I'm sorry you had to see that. I didn't intend for that to happen, I just wanted to get my totem back and then he sorta jumped me,"
"Eames, what the hell were you doing there last night? I want to truth," He demanded. Finally, he met his eyes with Eames and found that the arrogant British man looked completely beaten down and embarrassed. Overall he was vulnerable and scared. He didn't want Arthur to think badly of him, despite how he acted like he didn't care, and he did not want to admit that he had found so much pleasure with another male.
"I was with him last night," he finally admitted. "I took a walk and we ran into each other. He offered me a thousand bucks and I thought it would be a one night deal. So I went home with him,"
"How long,"
"How long what?"
"Have you been gay?"
"I'm not gay!" Eames retorted. Arthur shot him an incredulous look and rolled his eyes.
"Bi then? That's what it's called right, bisexual?"
"I'm not bisexual Arthur, I'm just me okay? So Christopher is good at sex, so what? I'm not allowed to enjoy it because it was a guy?" Suddenly he sounded completely defensive and Arthur was taken aback.
"It's not the sex, though that's a huge factor. You were flirting with him. God, I noticed it but I chose to ignore it. I didn't want to believe that that was what it was. I also sort of knew what you two were doing but I was in denial. I thought he was hurting you. Look, I know something is up, how long has this gone on?"
"Christopher is the only guy I've had sex with or done anything with, if that's what you mean,"
"Alright, and what exactly is going on with this dude? Are you two…. Together now?"
"No! Well… I don't know. I mean, I don't think so. I'm not like that," It was obvious that he was talking more to himself by this point.
"He seems to think so,"
"You don't like him much," Eames noted.
"Not really,"
"None of this is the point, I…"
"What is the point?" Arthur cut him off. "What are you going to say now? The point is I just saw something I wish I hadn't and now I just want time, okay?" This was when Arthur realized that Eames still had him pressed against a wall. Their bodies were nearly touching and both men were overly aware of this.
Eames found his gaze constantly dropping to Arthur's lips. Christopher was an amazing kisser undoubtedly. He wondered if Arthur would be as amazing…
"Eames! Let me go already," he interrupted his thoughts. With reluctance he stepped away, allowing Arthur to slip out and begin to walk away again. He watched the confused man wander off and found himself unable to decide what to do. Part of him wanted to go back to Christopher and finish what they had started, but his mood was quite ruined and he honestly needed some time. Feeling the comforting weight of his totem in his pocket he strolled off and focused a lot of his thoughts on the handsome Point Man.
