Warning for steamy stuff! And fluff, I mean like real squishy marshmallow flush because I am a closet romantic! This is my first time writing NC-17 stuff so...please be nice and forgive me, I bruise easily!
When Arthur let them into the flat, and Eames followed him into the sitting room he had to do a double take due to the fact it looked like rainbow had exploded, scattered everywhere were bits of brightly coloured string, blues, reds, purples, yellows all littered about.
"Are you redecorating darling?"
"Ha ha" Arthur muttered sarcastically as he flicked the kettle into life "Lily had a 'Sewing and Knitting' class at school and now she's obsessed and has decided to make scarf's for the three of us. You should see her, every day after school for the past week all she's done is sit on the couch with Maisy and knit"
Eames chuckled at the thought of Lily, tongue sticking out like she did when she was concentrating, driving the obsessively clean Arthur crazy with her mountain of string.
"Is she any good?" he asked. Arthur poured the hot water into two steaming mugs for them, tea for Eames with three sugars (Arthur had looked mildly horrified when he told him) and a black coffee for Arthur.
"They're pretty lumpy and they're always full of holes but she's proud of them, and she never gives up" from this angle, Eames could see the side of Arthur's face, bent over as he stirred the mugs, dark curls falling across the front of his face as he smiled distantly "She's halfway through mine now, Lily asked me what colours I wanted and actually looked offended when I told her dark red and black, she said to me 'Uncle Arthur those are such depressing colours, what about yellow and blue?"
Eames pictured Arthur in his usual smart dress, hair neat with a frown on his face wrapped up in this canary yellow and bright blue scarf, he couldn't stop himself from laughing at the sheer ridiculousness at the image.
"You should do it" he said once he recovered "Then never stop wearing it"
"See if I give you this tea now" Arthur's face was turned into a frown as he stood in front of Eames holding the two mugs, but it twitched from obvious amusement.
"I warned you before darling never get between a British person and a cup of tea, it's sacred to us"
"Doing well not to encourage stereotypes I see" Arthur deadpanned, nevertheless putting a green mug with 'I'm nuts for New York Zoo" across it, down in front of Eames.
He wrapped his hand around the steaming cup, enjoying the warmth of it after practise "That's a stereotype we're proud of love" he sipped his tea, there was truly nothing better than a nice, warm cup of tea, it was the universal cure for anything. "You Americans just don't understand the healing powers of a nice tea" he declared aloud
Arthur raised an eyebrow "Shall I leave you two alone?"
"No darling, I prefer your company. You should know how big a statement that is for an English person to make" Arthur rolled his eyes but his smile betrayed the fact he was pleased.
"Come on" he got up, picking his bag up "We'll study in my room, the colours keep on distracting me" Eames followed him down the hallway to Arthur's room and settled in his space on the floor, whilst Arthur flopped down on his bed.
Eames liked Arthur's room, despite the lack of things stuck to the wall, it had a distinctly Arthurish feel to it, everything was neat and tidy and in its 'proper place'. A large walnut coloured wooden wardrobe stood opposite the foot of Arthur's bed, a light blue quilt spread across it, neatly tucked in, it even had hospital corners for god's sake! His books were piled up on his desk under the window, papers were stacked neatly and colour coded with stickers. The walls were a greying white and the floor itself was rather comfortable, a soft dark blue carpet spread from each corner.
On the wardrobe were postcards from all sorts of different places Peru, Chile, Hong Kong, Rome ect. A framed photograph stood upright on Arthur's bedside cabinet of a small woman with dark hair and elfin like features, holding a young baby in her arms; whilst a taller man with dark brown hair and brown eyes sat next to her on the bed, arm around the woman, smiling at the camera. He'd first seen it atop the mantel piece on his first visit here, over the courses of a few weeks it had migrated into Arthur's room.
He picked up the frame, brushing his fingers across the photo within "Do you remember them?"
A small silence followed from Arthur was laid on his front facing away from Eames "You asked me that a long time ago" he muttered
"And you never gave me an answer" he reminded, a huff of annoyance came from Arthur's direction, and he pushed himself up into a sitting position.
"They died when I was five so no, I don't remember much about them" his tone was tight and defensive, like he was in the middle of an interrogation.
Eames thumbed the woman in the photograph "She was very beautiful"
"Yes, she was" his voice was strained this time, when Eames looked up at him, his face was taunt and his grip was tight enough to shake slightly "Alex said she was creative, she made her money making clay sculptures and selling them to art galleries and dealers. Sometimes I get flashes, images of sitting on her knee, hands wet and covered with clay, the smell of jasmine..." he trailed off, staring into the distance, lost in a memory.
Eames slowly sat down on the bed next to Arthur, still holding the picture in his hands "Your dad was an airline pilot right?" he asked when Arthur didn't continue.
A small smile tilted the corner of Arthur's lips "Yeah he was, Alex said dad loved to fly more than anything, ever since he was a boy all he'd do was run around with his arms out apparently. The day he became a qualified pilot was apparently one of the proudest days of his life" his smile faltered "Kind of ironic if you think about it. The thing he loved was the thing that ended up killing them both"
Feeling like a bastard at Arthur's pained expression, he laid his hand over Arthur's white knuckled one "I shouldn't have brought it up, I'm sorry" Arthur relaxed slightly, breathing out a long sigh.
"It's fine, Maisy keeps telling me it's good to remember them" he traced his free hand across the picture before plucking it out of Eames' grasp and laying it back down on the bed side table "Anyways, we should get on with some work" he rose quickly, almost bouncing Eames off the bed and grabbed his books out of his bag, chucking Eames' one at him.
"I'm starting to wonder if you're trying to take me out Arthur" the other boy sat back on the bed.
"Don't be silly Eames, if I was trying to take you out I'd have done it already" he said without missing a beat, pulling out 'Enduring Love' and laying his English notes across his lap.
"Then all your hard work would've been in vain"
Arthur made an exasperated noise, which still had a hint of amusement in it and grabbed Eames' copy of the book from his bag and slapped it down on his lap "Read! Then tell me what you got from class today going over chapter 16"
Eames flipped open the pages of the book, flicking to the correct one "Isn't that just the insane letter the stalker guy Parry sends to Daniel Craig"?
"I knew it was a mistake showing you the movie" Arthur muttered "There's more to it than that, the letter show's Parry's clear state of mental deterioration from the sincere, if deluded love from the previous chapters, to a more dark and violent one and it's always been about love, not lust for Parry. He becomes angry with Joe when he reads his scientific publications that dissuade God, and considers himself an agent for Joe's salvation, but Joe has never shown any want of turning to religion, so this is Parry's delusions coming out again. His obsession with Joe is so consuming that it gets to the point where he rejects the overwhelmingly strong evidence that Joe doesn't love him back and takes everything Joe does as a sign from him that he returns Parry's feelings. It's destroying Joe's life, distancing him from Clarissa who because of her father just thinks that Joe is going crazy, look here..."
Eames watched Arthur talk, mouth moving around every word, in truth the only things he registered in that speech were 'obsession' and 'lust', he thought he was beginning to get that kind of feeling. Arthur was always on his mind, in lessons sometimes he found himself staring at Arthur's face like he was doing now. From sharp cheekbones, to the slope of his nose down to the curve of his lips, the way they moved when he spoke and smiled. His dark hair, the curls fell across his eyes, eyes that could raise you up or tear you down.
He studied every detail of Arthur's face, who seemed obviously to the fact, he admired everything his dark sweeping eyelashes to the pale expanse of his neck. He had no idea what possessed him to do what he did next, maybe it had been the weeks of frustration after the almost kiss, or the renewed want after their kiss in the woods, but before his mind could really catch up he was leaning into the curve of Arthur's neck and kissed it lightly.
Arthur instantly stilled, and Eames worried that he'd pushed too far, he berated himself for his lack of self control, when a small shaken breath escaped Arthur's lips. Feeling brave again he kissed the joining of Arthur's neck and clavicle, a shiver, barely noticeable ran through Arthur's body and Eames smiled into his skin.
He kissed further up Arthur's neck, stopping halfway to taste Arthur's skin more. He licked and sucked at the spot, Arthur hadn't said anything yet, but he kept making these little muted gasps. Eames moved his other hand to the inside of Arthur's thigh, partly for balance and partly for the sheer fact that when he did, Arthur's breathing got even heavier.
"Eames" Arthur's voice strained for a different reason this time, he sounded like he was desperately trying to keep his voice level "Don't, someone'll notice" he warned, but he tilted his head further, giving Eames even more access, he felt a wave of possession overtake him, he wanted people to see, too know that Arthur belonged to someone. Eames nipped at the purple mark he'd left on Arthur's pale luminescent skin, the action sent a full body shudder through Arthur, and Eames smirked, pleased, resuming his path up Arthur's neck to Arthur's ear.
When he reached a certain spot behind Arthur's ear, the high strung boy actually let out a whimper, so Eames kept on sucking it, moving his hand further up Arthur's thigh, he still managed to hold onto the book, but he had a death grip on it.
Eames had no idea where this confidence had come from, perhaps it was just the fact he was pretty sure he was addicted to Arthur, or from the fact that he was rock hard at this point, whatever it was he wasn't going to question it.
He ran his lips round the curve of Arthur's ear and bit down lightly on the shell, timing it so that it was at the same time as Eames' hand finally coming into contact with Arthur's obvious erection.
In a flash Eames was on his back staring up at Arthur, whose pupils were blown wide, then his mouth was on Eames', lacking any of the restraint that he usually held himself with, he seemed in a frenzied state of passion and Eames' couldn't help losing his head to Arthur's enthusiasm.
Despite his current position on top of Eames, Arthur was a lot lighter than him. Grinning wickedly he clumsily flipped the two round so Arthur was now on his back, his noise of protest quickly turned into a moan as Eames used his position between Arthur's spread legs to push their erections together, feeling a jolt of pleasure up his spine at the contact.
The other boy moaned in the space between their lips, nails digging into Eames' back. Eames desperately kissed Arthur's neck again, revealing in the sinful sounds leaving Arthur's mouth. Arthur arched into to the contact, Eames quickly put a palm on the small of Arthur's back. His thrusts were frantic and hard, everywhere Arthur hands touched him left a tingling sensation over Eames' skin.
He left Arthur's neck to swallow the gorgeous sounds the other boy was making; Arthur opened his mouth freely for Eames to explore with his tongue. His hand left Arthur's back and brushed down his stomach, cupping the bulge in Arthur's jeans, Arthur gasped into his mouth pulling Eames further on top of him.
Encouraged by the response coming from Arthur, Eames slipped his hand down the front of Arthur's jeans, stroking his erection which was already wet with precum. When he ran his thumb across the slit Arthur bit down on Eames' bottom lip, soothing the bite with his tongue. Eames could feel Arthur's muscles tensing and wanton moans spilled freely from his mouth as fucked himself faster into Eames' fist.
He was getting close, there was an ache in his back from the way he was positioned awkwardly, hand on Arthur's cock and still ravaging Arthur's mouth with his tongue, pleasure built in him. The feel of Arthur under him, moaning in pleasure at the things Eames was doing, was the biggest turn on he'd ever had in his life, he found himself twisting his wrist in a certain way to get Arthur to make that sound again. Arthur, so usually restrained and stiff, now lay writhing with no shame beneath Eames. He didn't think Arthur realised just how fucking hot he was.
He put a hand to his own straining erection, begging for release and stroked them together, until he was so close he could feel the pressure at the base of his spine.
"Uncle Arthur, Eames we're home!" they sprang apart at the sound of Lilies voice and the door opening, and stared wide-eyed at each other panting, Arthur's lips and cheeks were a delightful shade of red and a strong purple mark was starkly visible against Arthur's pale skin.
A knock echoed at Arthur's door, the way the other boy sprang up, trying to smooth out his rumpled clothing and dishevelled hair "Arthur, Eames?" Maisy's voice called through the door, Eames rolled his eyes when Arthur tucked in his shirt, as if she was going to notice that part.
"Yeah Maisy" Arthur's voice was still a tad shaky
"Just wanted to let you know honey, I'm just gonna put some pizza on, is Eames staying?"
"Yeah, yeah he is" Arthur seemed to say automatically without realising
"It'll just be ten minutes guys"
"Got it, thanks Maisy" Arthur was pressed up against the door, presumably in case Maisy tried to come in, whilst Eames just watched amused, from the bed, but the sound of retreating footsteps followed and Arthur practically slumped in relief against the door.
"Well that was close" Eames said brightly, trying to lighten the mood. If looks could kill, Eames would be dead by the way Arthur was glaring at him.
"This is so not funny" he hissed "We could've scared a five year old for life" Arthur, went strode over to his mirror and inspected the mark Eames had left on his neck "I'm going to have to hide this y'know" he glared disapprovingly, Eames just smirked proudly.
Arthur grabbed a hoodie from his wardrobe to cover the mark and migrated back to the bed, falling heavily on it. When he tried to put his head on Eames shoulder he shuffled away, at first Arthur looked hurt but his expression changed to understanding when Eames held up his hand.
"Better wash this before I go hugging anybody" he grinned sheepishly, Arthur stared at Eames hand, something coming over his expression, before Eames had a chance to put his hand down Arthur brought it closer to him and took Eames' forefinger into his mouth, licking and sucking it clean.
Eames stared unable to believe that self conscious, uncomfortable-with-PDA Arthur was now licking Eames' finger like his life depended on it, moving his tongue and meeting Eames' eyes with a heated promise. The image of Arthur's lips around him was one he was defiantly saving.
When he'd finished Eames continued to stare at him like he was the second coming, Arthur blushed a deep shade of red "What are you looking at?" posture going rigid and defensive.
"That might've been one of the hottest things I've ever seen love" if it was possible Arthur blushed even deeper, Eames leaned forward till his lips were brushing against Arthurs, whose breath stuttered at the motion "Defiantly up there with how you were writhing under me a moment ago" he voice his thought from earlier.
Arthur shoved him hard sending Eames falling back on the bed laughing "Asshole" he grumbled, but a smile threatened the corners of his mouth. Eames pushed himself back up, loving the little half smile on Arthur's face and the hint of his dimples.
He cupped Arthur's cheek, fondly sweeping his thumb across his cheekbone "Was that alright?"
Arthur shifted awkwardly, eyes flicking around the room "Yeah..It was um...it was good" he mumbled "...I would be up for...well doing that again would um, be good"
Eames grinned "Arthur love, have you gone all shy on me?" the other boy glared at him
"Shut up! Move your ass and come have some dinner with us" he made to get up but Eames grabbed his belt loops and pulled himself up to Arthur's height, he pressed his lips against Arthur's in a soft kiss. He was defiantly addicted to Arthur; he couldn't get enough of him, his taste, his scent the feel of his skin, he couldn't understand how he got so lucky.
Arthur pulled back, and eyebrow raised "Lucky eh?" Eames realised he'd said that last part out loud into the kiss.
"I'm here with you, I'm feel like the luckiest guy alive right now" he smiled sincerely, Arthur rolled his eyes at him, but his face lit up he wanted nothing more than to keep that look on his face forever, happiness suited him.
"You are such a girl" he muttered "Let's grab some food, for real this time!"
"Ok" he nodded "Just once more" he leaned down to kiss him again, Arthur laughed into it, hitting Eames lightly in the chest when one turned to two then three.
"Seriously" he pushed against Eames' chest, and Eames let his hands drop from Arthur's hips reluctantly, but wound one of his hands through Arthur's and kissed his knuckles reverently, something changed in Arthur's eyes, some emotion that Eames couldn't quite figure out, but made him feel warm inside.
He followed Arthur out into the living room where Maisy was just dishing down four bowls of spaghetti, Lily leapt on him the moment they appeared, telling Eames every detail about her day agreements with friends, the fact they had a substitute teacher because the usual one Mrs. Robin was off with the flu. She poked him in the ribs giggling, his retaliation ended in a minor tickle war between the two at the dinner table, with Maisy and Arthur laughing with them as they ate.
He loved this, this family that Arthur had. He hated to say it but on nights when Marie had gone home and it was just him and his mother alone in their big empty house, his father's presence still hanging heavily over them; he wished he was here, in Arthurs flat, surrounded by the warmth and love of the place.
He looked at his mother sometimes, pale and withdrawn, unaware of everything around her and compared her to Maisy, so full of life. She'd lost her husband too but she'd come out stronger for it, she was a wonderful mother and had always been kind to Eames and treated him as part of the family. He loved his mother and would do anything to take care of her, but some small traitorous part of him wished he'd had a family like Arthurs, one who sat around at the dinner table laughing, not in silence afraid to say something wrong.
It wasn't perfect still, but it was the closest thing to a real home Eames had ever known, he adored Lily so bright and trusting, and Maisy who was so strong and intelligent. Arthur, beautiful, strong, smart, sarcastic, snarky, funny Arthur, who when he smiled properly supported the best pair of dimples, who wasn't afraid to call Eames on his bullshit.
At times like this Eames could live in the lie that everything was ok, that things could be like this forever, with Arthur's laugh and his smile, the way he looked at Eames, it made his chest hurt so bad. But Eames knew what he was, for all Arthur's kind words he was no good, useless, a virus that infected the rare good things in his life and ruined them.
He should walk away, he should leave Arthur alone and let him get on with his life, he'd fucked his life up once before and it was only a matter of time before he did it again.
But the thought of leaving Arthur, felt like his chest was being ripped apart, he'd lost Arthur once and it'd torn him apart, he was a selfish bastard and the only way he would leave now was if Arthur told him to go.
But for the moment he basked in this happiness, savouring every moment of it while it lasted.
Damn you cockblocks! I know I wrote them but still D: ;) Hope you guys enjoy and thanks so much for reading and favouriting! :D