The foursome picked up takeaway so they could picnic before the performance of A Midsummer Night's Dream. Rachel had bagged up not only a picnic blanket, but some pillows and blankets.

Eames was stretched out on his side, propped up on his left arm. Jacob sat in front of him, but leaning back so that his back rested against Eames' waist. Rachel's knees were pulled to her chest, and Alice sat hip to hip next to her with her legs stretched out. They'd finished their food, and were now just enjoying the wine and the company.

"If you're twins, which one of you is older?" Rachel asked.

Alice said, "I think it's clearly me. I'm the responsible sibling."

Eames snorted. "Right. If we're making the judgment call based on responsibility, need I remind you which one of us spent most of her last year of secondary school grounded for sneaking out?"

"One of us was voted 'Class Flirt,' and one of us was voted 'Most Likely to Succeed.' Which one sounds more responsible to you?" Alice retorted.

Rachel looked back and forth between them. "You don't know who's older?"

Alice shook her head. "Mum think it's funny to keep it from us."

"We know we were sixteen minutes apart, but she won't tell us who was born first." Eames shrugged.

"Parents are so weird sometimes," Rachel said, shaking her head, and the whole group agreed.

After a moment, Jacob glanced down at Eames. "Class flirt?" he asked.

"Would you believe it was almost 'Best Dressed'?"

Jacob looked down at Eames' shirt, a vintage button-down with with a blue-toned pattern that looked like scattered postcards from Asia. Khaki pants and a navy jacket rounded out the outfit. "No. No, I would not, my love."

When they got home from the play, Alice covered a huge, fake yawn. "I'm knackered. I don't know about you guys, but I can't keep my eyes open. Time for bed." Eames and Jacob exchanged glances as the girls giggled on the way to their room.

"Did that seem a little weird to you?" Jacob asked, starting for the steps.

"A little," Eames admitted. As Jacob put his foot on the bottom stair, they both heard a squeal and more giggles.

Jacob paused and looked at Eames. "You don't think our sisters are..."

"I don't want to think about it," Eames cut him off with a laugh.

Jacob grinned and nodded. "Fair point."

While Jacob was in the bathroom, Eames found a radio station playing classical music and turned it on. He adjusted the lights in the room low. He was draping his jacket over a chair when he heard the bedroom door open. He felt Jacob come up behind him, and then arms came around his waist. Jacob kissed the side of Eames' neck and whispered, "turn around." When Eames did, Jacob reached for the top button of his shirt. Eames attempted to help, and Jacob gently pushed his hands away. "No. Let me." Jacob continued undoing the buttons while he leaned forward for a long, lingering kiss. Then Jacob's hands went to Eames' shoulders, and the dress shirt slid down his arms and fluttered to the floor. "You wear too many clothes," Jacob whispered, as he broke the kiss just long enough to pull Eames' undershirt over his head. Jacob's palms drifted down Eames' chest lazily.

"Now you're overdressed, love." Eames' hands picked up the hem of Jacob's polo shirt, and then they were both standing there bare-chested. A cool breeze drifted in the open window, and Jacob shivered. "Are you cold?" Eames whispered, his lips ghosting over Jacob's collarbone. His hands drifted to the button of Jacob's trousers. "Step out of these so we can climb into bed."

They helped one another out of their slacks and socks until they both stood there in boxer shorts. They were the same height, but Eames was broad-shouldered and bulkier where Jacob was slender and wiry. They stood frozen in the moment, drinking in their first glimpses at each other's mostly unclothed bodies. Then Eames closed the distance, groaning "God, you're beautiful," as his lips crushed into Jacob's. The force of Eames' body pushed Jacob's back into the bed, and then they were on the bed, devouring each other's lips and running their hands over the one another's skin. They rolled back and forth, trading control over the speed and passion of the kisses until Eames found his hips pinned to the mattress by Jacob's powerful legs. Eames rolled his hips to dislodge his boyfriend, and Jacob just chuckled as he kept him pinned.

"I think football has given me the upper hand here." Jacob smiled. Then he put his lips next to Eames' ear and whispered,. "I want you here so I can kiss you all over, Will. Let me taste you." Eames had his left arm up with his hand just above his head on the pillow, but he reached his right hand up to caress Jacob's face. Jacobs paused licking and teasing on his neck just long enough to mutter, "Unh-uh. I want you to focus on what I'm doing," and move Eames' right hand up and over his left. Eames playfully pushed back, just a little, and Jacob pressed his wrists further above his head. Eames responded with a delicious shiver and a moan. "Oh, you like that, don't you?" Jacob breathed as he tightened his grip on his boyfriend's wrists and was rewarded with another gasp of pleasure. He picked up Eames' left wrist and flicked his tongue across the underside, listening to Eames' breathing become more ragged. Jacob's mouth and tongue tracked their way languidly down Eames' arm and then down his side, kissing and licking and nipping his skin, given extra attention to the places that caused Eames to writhe and murmur his name. He repeated the journey in reverse on the other side, relishing the sound of his name on Eames' lips.

As Jacob released his rigth wrist after one more teasing kiss, Eames brought his hands up to the other man's narrow shoulders and pulled him down into a blistering, passionate kiss. Coming up for air, Eames rolled the two of them onto their sides. "It's my turn now, and I want to try something different." Eames sat up, his back against the headboard, and guided Jacob to sit astride his hips, both of them groaning as the bulges in their boxer shorts rubbed against one another. "Now you put your hands behind your back so I can explore you," he instructed. Jacob complied, and Eames buried his face in the crook of Jacob's neck. While Eames' hands traced feather-light touches down Jacob's chest, Eames' teeth and tongue placed and soothed little love bites across the smaller man's neck. Jacob was less vocal than Eames, but his boyfriend could gauge the affect of his ministrations on the way Jacob's breath hitched each time Eames sucked on a particularly sensitive spot. He lingered on those places, licking them harder as Jacob's breaths grew more ragged in his ear. He dragged his fingernails along Jacob's flat belly and then dropped his mouth to Jacob's nipple. As Eames took it between his teeth, Jacob stiffened like he had been hit by lightning, and then a tiny moan escaped his lips and his hips ground harder against Eames' pelvis. When Eames moved to the other nipple, Jacob gasped out, "If you keep that up, I'm going to come."

"Good," Eames said into Jacob's skin, and attacked with his teeth and tongue.

"Oh, God, Will," Jacob groaned. "I'm so close." Suddenly, their movements were frenetic, Eames' moved his large hands to Jacob's hips, pulling him down to increase the friction between them while simultaneously thrusting his hips upward. Eames released Jacob's nipple to devour his mouth in a searing kiss, and Jacob's arms went around Eames' torso. Jacob's nails scratched down his boyfriend's back, and the two ground their pelvises together desperately. Jacob panted into Eames' mouth and then he shuddered, vocalizing breathy "oh"s, pulling Eames over the edge with him.

They held one another, blissfully exhausted, until Jacob kissed Eames sweetly and got up. Retrieving a handtowel from the stack of linens on the dresser, he cleaned himself and than passed it to Eames. He returned to the bed after turning off the lights, and curled up on his wide to look at Eames. The moonlight coming in through the window provided just enough light for them to see one another. They smiled at each other and basked in the afterglow.

Eames reached over and traced Jacob's jaw with gentle fingertips. "You said you'd never done anything before. I just want to make sure this was good. And we're good."

Jacob turned his face into Eames' hand and kissed his fingertips. "I am so much better than good right now. It was even better than I'd imagined."

"So my plan to ruin you for anyone else is on track?" Eames teased, leaning over to kiss the tip of Jacob's nose.

"I hope your plan was to make me fall in love with you," Jacob said as he snuggled up to Eames' chest, "because it's working."

Eames stroked Jacob's thick, dark hair and whispered back. "I've already completely fallen for you, pet."