I have no idea what a bar looks like AT ALL. So, this is just me making shit up.

Day 11

"This is stupid," Cobb muttered.

They stood in line outside of Eames's favorite bar, surrounded by men. Arthur was content, being tucked underneath of Eames's arm and Yusuf was calm as always, speaking quietly with Ariadne. Mal stayed home, spending some well earned time with her children. She had to practically push Cobb out the door. He lost the bet, the best he could do was honor it.

"It is not stupid," Eames laughed, "The worst that could happen is some guy won't notice your wedding ring and he'll try to take you home."

"Thanks," Cobb groaned.

They walked through the door into the bar. It was dimly lit with an electronic dance floor, lights flashing on the sweat covered skin of men and women alike as they danced. The music was loud and pounding. Small tables lined half of the bar, most filled with patrons.

"Eames!"

The group turned around to see the bartender wave them over.

"Jake!" Eames pulled Arthur with him, leaving the other three to follow.

"Haven't seen you in a while," Jake said, fist bumping with Eames.

"Been busy," Eames said, nudging Arthur a little.

Arthur flushed with embarrassment.

"And who is this?" Jake turned to face Arthur.

"This is my boyfriend," Eames said proudly, "Arthur."

"Well, Arthur, it is nice to meet you, I'm Jake, Eames and I grew up together."

"Nice to meet you," Arthur replied.

"And this is Yusuf, Ariadne, and Cobb," Eames pointed them all out.

Once introductions were done and drinks were passed, Arthur found himself relaxing more and more. He leaned up against Eames, their hips pressed tight together, and rested his head on his shoulder. Cobb, though a few beers in himself, was extremely uncomfortable, but that might have something to do with the men that kept hitting on him.

It was quite amusing to watch and it went like clockwork.

A man would walk up and start flirting with Cobb and Cobb, in his perfect awkwardness, would stutter and turn red. Sometimes he would spill his drink. The greatest part, though, is how that never seemed to push them away.

"Hey there handsome."

Cobb nearly spit his drink out.

"Hi," Cobb managed, polite as always.

"Are you busy tonight?" the man asked, leaning across the table. Ariadne struggled to keep her laughter under control. Yusuf was having the same problem, but he was hiding his smirk beneath his glass.

"Uhhhh," Cobb didn't say anything coherent, his face turning red.

"Because I have some ideas."

"NO thanks," Cobb finally spoke, standing up from the table, "I've, uh, got something to do... over there... away... from uh.. all this..."

"Sorry," Eames supplied as Cobb skittered away to the bathroom, "He's my friend and a bit... skittish."

"Oh don't even worry about it," the man grinned, "It happens to the best of us. Anyway, if he changes his mind I'll be dancing."

"He's not going to change his mind," Ariadne said, "Not in... well ever."

"I'll go check up on him," Yusuf offered, leaving the table.

Ariadne took a look at Eames and Arthur, still cuddled on their end of the table. She knew how to take a hint. She gave them a small smirk, then went to talk to Jake, leaving the two alone in their corner booth.

Arthur was still tucked in nicely at Eames's side. Eames grinned and pressed a kiss to Arthur's forehead.

"Well, darling," he said, "Since we're alone, might as well make the best of it."

"I suppose so," Arthur smiled.

He leaned up and pressed his mouth to the underside of Eames's jaw, sucking on it slightly. His hand traveled up Eames's leg slowly, before resting on his hip, gripping tightly. Eames's arm tightened around Arthur's shoulders and he tipped his head back, allowing Arthur more access to his neck.

"Shouldn't we move somewhere more private?" Arthur murmured, licking lightly at the pulse point.

"Probably," Eames agreed, pulling Arthur out of the chair. He gave Ariadne a meaningful look as they passed by, she nodded her understanding and gave a wink. They hailed a taxi and went to Eames's place. They kept themselves apart for most of the cab ride, only touching in the smallest places.

As soon as the door was shut behind them they were pulling at each other, tugging clothes off and stumbling their way towards the bed. Eames pushed Arthur down, sliding the jeans off and crawling over him. He licked his way up Arthur's chest, flicking his tongue over a nipple, and Arthur moaned. He spread his legs apart, squeezing Eames between his knees, practically begging for more.

"Patience," Eames said bending down and kissing Arthur soundly.

Cobb came out of the bathroom with Yusuf, having regained his composure. They saw Ariadne, making fast friends with Jake, but no signs of Eames or Arthur.

"Where did the lover boys go?" Yusuf asked.

"Wanted to have some quality time together," Ariadne said, stirring her drink.

"I did not need to hear that," Cobb groaned.

She shrugged, "You asked."

"Well, he's gone, I'm going home," Cobb said, "If Eames isn't here then I'm not going to be here either."

"Alright, let's go," Yusuf agreed, "Ari?"

"Coming!" she said. She scribbled something on a napkin and pushed it over to Jake, "Call me if you want to meet up."

"Gladly," Jake grinned, "I'm glad Eames met you."

Ariadne grinned and chased after Yusuf and Cobb.

"He is gay, you know that right?" Yusuf asked.

"Of course I know that," Ariadne scoffed, "But that doesn't mean I can't be friends with him, does it?"

"...Fair point."

All in all, the night was a success.