Disclaimer: As always I own nothing but the original characters and the plot. Thanks for reading.

Also, the readership seems to be pretty small for this fanfic in comparison to some of my others, which is why it's sort of on the backburner when it comes to being updated. Sorry.

Getting Personal

Eager to see more of the other man's house, especially since Arthur wasn't big on letting people see the personal side of him, Eames rolled himself into the living room, taking in the light, airy feeling to it. It was also ruthlessly clean with everything in its place and everything obviously having a place, which struck him as rather miraculous given that he'd actually met Arthur's younger siblings and knew that at least Phil wasn't the orderly and neatest of children. It did look comfortable and welcome though, especially the oversized brown leather couch that was shaped like an L and featured several pillows placed where the two lengths connected, which immediately caught his interest since it was the only 'flaw' in the look of the room as far as he could tell.

"I thought the pillows would help with your back."

"Ah." Appreciating the thought Eames was just about to point out that the couch was overstuffed enough that he could probably sit on it easily when it occurred to him that Arthur would know that and perhaps…if his hormones weren't clouding his thinking, this was a clue that Arthur wanted him lying down?

Blinking several times as his mind processed that possibility Eames's pornographic thoughts splintered a little at the feel of Arthur's hand running over his T-shirt covered shoulders before lightly cupping the back of his neck. And the look Arthur gave him when their eyes met said that yes, Hell yes, that was exactly why Arthur had set up the pillows that way.

"Oh thank God."

Loving the delighted rumble of amusement Arthur made in response Eames wheeled himself over to the couch and carefully quickly shifted over to settle against the incredibly comfy pillows that he imagined the kids used to sprawl out on when they wanted to be closer to the television. Once settled Eames watched Arthur put the chair out of the way but still within his reach before returning to him, Eames's eyes widening big time as Arthur moved to straddle him without a hint of hesitation. Again.

And though he hated to think about it Eames couldn't help but suddenly remember his mother's words and wonder if maybe his mum had a point about Arthur being more interested in them using their dicks together than a real relationship. And while he wanted sex as much as any teenage boy, Eames was also aware enough to know that he wanted Arthur to the point where just being the teenager's sex toy would, eventually, break his heart.

But then Arthur was kissing him and it was hard to think beyond the need for shagging and getting off given that the position they were in made it very clear that he wasn't the only one sporting an erection or having a keen interest in using his or his partner's. He loved the way Arthur was putting his weight on him too, those beautiful hands he fancied so much stroking over his head and face as opposed to propping Arthur up which would have denied them the full body contact they both craved. Arthur was trusting him to tell him if it was too much and that was as much an aphrodisiacs at this point as the taste of Arthur's mouth and the sexy scents of very nice cologne and plain Arthur.

Not that there was anything remotely plain about Arthur.

It was the feel of those fingers touching him so possessively and with such care that reminded Eames that he could likely touch as well, which led him to wrapping one arm around Arthur's waist to keep him right where he wanted him while he lifted the other to gently stroke his fingers through Arthur's hair. He didn't care for the product keeping it in place in all honesty, but it was enough that he was allowed to touch and even encouraged judging by the small, pleased sound that escaped from between their locked lips.

Much making out was had for the next little while, Eames easily able to ignore the occasional twinge in his back as their tongues and mouths stayed very busy while Arthur's hips occasionally rolled in a way guaranteed to remind his lower half that this was more than just another quick make out session. They had HOURS before the kids were due back home and Eames was willing to bet that Arthur had no intention of wasting one second of that.

So when Arthur did sit up again Eames wasn't terribly worried, the sight of Arthur reaching down and pulling up the hem of his shirt to remove it a most welcome one as the shirt was tossed aside. Reaching up with both hands it was Eames's turn to make a somewhat embarrassing sound of pleasure as he ran his hands over all the smooth, lightly tanned skin that was being offered to him, loving that Arthur was just letting him touch while watching him with such dark, aware eyes.

"You have surprising control for an average teenage boy. Especially given how long you've wanted to get your hands on me."

Opting not to address the fact that Arthur had been aware of his embarrassingly long crush, Eames concentrated on running his hands sideways along Arthur's sides, half his last finger on either side just under the top of Arthur's jeans. "I've had quite a while to plan what I'd like to do if I ever got you even half naked, Darling."

"Darling?"

Flushing a little at both the slip and the raised eyebrow he was getting, Eames didn't try and defend the slip but simply asking instead if it was alright, mentally praying that Arthur's answer would be yes since he wanted to be able to call his darling 'Darling'.

Arthur, being Arthur, took a few moments to consider the nickname before nodding. "I'll allow it."

"Thank you."

A little disappointed when Arthur leaned back down and therefore hiding that beautiful chest from view, Eames's disappointment did a complete turnaround when Arthur started carefully biting the side of his neck while rolling his hips far more aggressively and without pause now, the steady rhythm of both Arthur's hips and the suction of the other teenager's mouth making Eames a very happy man which he was quick to verbalize. That he was groaning like a porn star- hell, he didn't care so long as Arthur didn't stop doing what he was doing.

Running his hands rather frantically over Arthur's back now, as well as moving on instinct to piston his own hips so that he could meet every roll of Arthur's to drag their erections together, Eames loved making his darling moan and groan with him even though the other man was much more restrained about it which just made Eames that much more determined.

But it was hard to have any goal but getting off when you were making out with someone of Arthur's sexiness, and finally Eames had to alert the other boy to the fact that he was very close to getting off, not wanting to get off without some warning. That was more mortifying than admitting that Arthur had more control than he did.

"Good."

Pleased that Arthur thought that was a good thing, since short of stopping what they were doing he was barely holding on here, Eames about swallowed his tongue when Arthur's hands moved between them to start undoing his jeans, opening them up before those clever fingers left him groaning from lack of contact. Then Arthur's fingers were doing the same to the jeans he was wearing and Eames could do nothing but watch, hungry to see and touch more.

Arthur didn't show the least bit of shyness in sliding his jeans and underwear down enough that his erection was on full display, Eames's already irregular breathing stopping entirely when Arthur reached behind him to withdraw a condom from his back pocket, his boyfriend ripping it open neatly before fitting it over his sizable, to Eames's getting wider by the minute eyes, erection.

Oh fuck a duck. Arthur was going to…Arthur wanted to…and he'd be the one taking it and…

"Calm down, Mr. Eames." Sounding affectionately amused Arthur leaned down to brush their lips together in a reassuring, if brief kiss before straightening up again. "I don't have any intention of penetrating you tonight. You wouldn't be up to enjoying that even if your back were up to it. This is merely to save on clean up."

Slightly disappointed, but much more relieved because yeah, he wasn't up to that possibility both physically or mentally currently, Eames had to clear his voice so that he wouldn't squeak as he asked what they were going to do.

"Using the more crude teenage terminology you're probably used to I intend to blow you. I believe that's the correct term for fellatio in American society, is it not?"

Eames couldn't help it, his jaw dropped open like he was a landed fish.

A smile on his face Arthur traced a finger over Eames's lips teasingly. "And yes, I have very high hopes that you'll return the favor eventually. You aren't the only one who's been planning. But for now…does my current plan suit you?"

Nodding was the best Eames could manage, words beyond him at the moment.

Inclining his head in pleased acknowledgement Arthur shifted further down Eames's body and then Arthur's fingers were pushing Eames jeans further apart, pulling down the underwear underneath those jeans. And then all Eames could see was Arthur's bowed dark hair. All he could feel was hot breath against his aching flesh, followed by the all-consuming wet pleasure of Arthur's mouth closing around the head of his penis.

Giving up on trying to hold back the porn noises, Arthur didn't seem to mind and his brain wasn't working enough to even think of putting his hand over his mouth or something, Eames tried and completely failed to try and pay attention to what Arthur was doing to him so that he could return the favor properly later. Instead he was pretty much reduced to a swearing, begging mess who didn't last nearly as long as he would have hoped to and ended up being so caught off guard by the wave of it that he didn't even have time to warn Arthur that he was coming. He didn't even have time or the inclination to worry about that as the pleasure exploded in his brain and body, Eames hardly aware of the fact that Arthur had moved until the other man's lips were on his and they were kissing again. Dimly Eames heard the sounds Arthur was making that escaped their lips, registering that they were getting louder and the kisses more messy and frantic. Moving his hands to stroke down Arthur's back as he did his best to return the kisses as his brain slowly came back online Eames was very grateful when he finally managed to focus on the source of Arthur's pleasure just in time to watch the other teenager jerk himself off. And watching that, the way Arthur's body was moving into his hand and how good it was obviously making him feel, Eames couldn't help but stroke his hands all over the upper half of Arthur's body while telling Arthur how gorgeous he was, how sexy and skilled and perfect he was.

The reward or being able to watch when Arthur's orgasm wash across his boyfriend's beautiful face had Eames grinning like a fool, especially when Arthur collapsed against his chest and just let him hold him tight while they both just let themselves feel.

Oh yeah, best first real date EVER.

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A couple hours later Arthur was feeling very loose and relaxed as he and Eames ate pizza while watching 'Holes', which was a favorite movie of James's and one Eames apparently liked quite a lot as well. Personally Arthur didn't see the point in watching movies repeatedly when you'd already seen it several times, but since he was snuggled up against Eames's side after having had two very satisfying orgasms Arthur wasn't in the mood to say a bad word about anything.

Being cuddled by someone hadn't been a part of his life since he'd been sent away to school. He cuddled his siblings because they needed the physical contact and reinforcement that they weren't alone and that he loved them, but they weren't big enough to return the gesture the way Eames was now. Hikaru was not the cuddling sort by any stretch of the word.

He liked this though.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

Feeling a touch sassy, Arthur deliberately added some purr to his voice. "My thoughts are always worth more than a per penny, Eames. Much more."

"Of course, how silly of me. One million pounds for your thoughts is much fairer."

"You haven't got a million dollars, much less pounds." Arthur couldn't help but point out. "But since you asked, I was thinking I like you cuddling me."

The look Eames shot in his direction said he was both surprised and pleased to hear that.

Finding himself more and more fascinated by this boyfriend he'd acquired, Arthur set his third slice of pizza down so that he would have his hands free to frame Eames's face as he stole another kiss, enjoying the faint spiciness from the pizza sauce as he took a few appreciative swipes with his tongue before pulling back again to pick up his ginger ale to take a swallow.

Amused when Eames put aside his own slice in a copy of him, Arthur held his drink out of the way as he tipped his head to the side, letting Eames have control of the kiss completely this time around so that he could simply enjoy the other man's frankly sexual lips and very dexterous tongue. There was certainly room for improvement when it came to Eames's kissing ability, but considering how little practice he had had when it came to this sort of thing Arthur was fairly certain that with time and proper training Eames would be a force to be reckoned with sexually.

And all his, he thought smugly, though the possessive thought took Arthur completely by surprise since while it was in his nature to be very…territorial and protective of things he considered his, people were generally another story. They came in and out of his life and with the exception of his siblings and that was just fine with him. Phillipa and James were stuck with him until they were both over eighteen because he was their parental figure right now and they were his responsibility, but Eames was…Eames would be going away to college soon enough and would eventually move on to someone else because that's just what people did so getting attached…

The thought that someone might try and steal Eames from him when he'd only just gotten a real taste of the other teenager's potential had Arthur thinking some rather violent thoughts. This was also unusual and to try and ignore his feelings in general Arthur opted to pull away long enough to set his drink aside and then pounced on the boyfriend in question to insure that he wasn't someone any potential Eames stealers could live up to.

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Eames wasn't really sure why Arthur was suddenly in the mood to try and devour him as completely as they had the pizza after working up one hell of an appetite earlier but he was all for it, especially since Arthur was coming off as being needy as hell this time around. The lack of control and the hands roughly sliding under his shirt were just fine with him, especially since Arthur didn't seem to mind the fact that his own hands had somehow found their way to his sexy as hell boyfriend's arse and had started kneading the heck out of it while Arthur did all sorts of wonderfully wicked things with him with their mouths.

This continuing on for several very enjoyable minutes of intense making out, to the point where they were both thinking they needed to remove some clothing or at least get it out of the way when Arthur suddenly stiffened in a not good way above him.

Thinking he might have crossed a line since he'd slid his hands under Arthur's jeans and had started stroking a couple fingers against the inner cheeks of Arthur's arse, Eames prepared to apologize but the words died when, thanks to the change in atmosphere, he too finally sensed that there was someone else in the room.

Oh shite.

The man standing just in the room was about their height, maybe a little taller, with what he thought was light brown hair given they only had a couple lamps on at the moment. And like Arthur their visitor had one of those faces that made age hard to pinpoint without close examination, but given the luck he was having this year Eames's mind made the natural leap to who this must be.

"You came early without telling me."

"I thought I'd surprise you all. Care to introduce me to the boy you're currently mauling?"

Wincing at the identically cold voices, though the voices themselves were different with this man's voice more American somehow, Eames wasn't the least surprised to be introduced to Dominic Cobb, Arthur's father.

"Sir."

"The football player." Seeming to dismiss him and his importance, which Eames was actually grateful for given their present circumstances, Dom turned his attention to focus solely on Arthur. "Where are James and Phillipa?"

"They were invited to go see a magic show with friends." Arthur glanced down at the watch he was wearing. "They'll be back in about forty minutes depending on traffic."

"James isn't old enough to be up this late."

"James took a nap beforehand so that he would last and I fully expect he'll have passed out in the car by the time they get here. We have nothing planned for tomorrow morning that would prevent him from sleeping in a little if need be. You should go upstairs and unpack until they get here, we'll finish eating and then I need to drive Eames home."

The look on the older man's face said he had plenty more to say on the matter, but the quick glances he shot in Eames's direction made it clear that despite not speaking to him Arthur's father was still aware of Eames's presence and didn't want the fight he and Arthur obviously intended to have while Eames was around to witness it.

So instead Dom simply nodded his head in acknowledgement, stating in a very cold voice that he was sure he'd be seeing Eames again, and then off he went to retrieve his bags and head up the stairs. Very loudly.