"If I say don't think about ... with me, what do you think about?"
They were sitting alone at work. It had been a long time since they had been working as colleagues, and now they were thrown into that with inception. At the moment both were working on different things, well, at least Arthur was… and he had a very uncomfortable feeling of someone constantly, not even discretely, watching him. Eames is such an annoying piece of sh-t, he thought while, of course, not showing that on his face.
There it was again; Eames irritating voice. He can't let it distract him. Have to work. Cannot, can't, will not, will never "OH WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS IT?" Arthur spitted out.
"Oh-oh, no need to be so aggressive, darling?" Eames said with hands placed in front of him, as if he was defending himself against an angry cat… a very, very angry cat.
"Just get it out fast so I can go back to work." Arthur managed to say in, what Eames thought, a scary kind of calmness that wasn't human.
So fucking sharp, he thought… fucking sexy. "Well, how did it go again?"
"That, what?" Arthur was obviously having a hard time keeping composed, much to Eames' delight.
"That riddle kinda thing, you know, with the elephants!"
"Don't be stupid. It's 'when I say don't think about elephants… what do you-'"
"I THINK ABOUT ELEPHANTS!" Eames interrupted happily.
"Now if you please-"
Interrupted again.
"Sooo, can I ask you one thing?" Eames smirked.
Arthur cursed under his voice and sighed. "All right one-"
Eames got up from his chair and leaned dangerously close to Arthur's face. Locking their eyes, just to be able to observe every inch of that composed freak's face shatter at the following question.
"If I sayDON'T think about sharing a screaming, hot orgasm with me… What do you think about?"
Arthur's reaction did not disappoint him. His pale cheeks turned burning red in a matter of a second, his eyes shot wide open, mouth following, eyebrows twitching, making his face worth dying for. Arthur inhaled quickly and instinctively tried to stand up, but was stopped by Eames. Cause he had positioned himself tactically in the frikkin way.
"B-bastard! Wh-what are you implying, ha-have you gone crazy?" Arthur glared at Eames with his dark eyes, not backing away from this idiot, no way in hell.
Eames leaned his cheek against Arthur's red one, breathed out before speaking and whispered in the other man's ear
"Tell me what you're thinking, dear?"
"Mr. Eames…" Arthur managed to say in that straight, calm, always so icy voice. "Stop playing around".
"And if I'm not?" Eames chuckled.
"Don't, Eames." Arthur stared right into the other man's eyes.
"Now's not time to be all polite, love."
"I said cut it out."
"Stop telling me what to do."
"I'm telling you…"
"…Oh, how I've missed you."
And with that Eames leaned to brush his lips against that stern bastard's. It was surprisingly soft, and the feeling caused a bubbling, wonderful shock in his stomach. Arthur's lips may have tasted like marshmallows, but they were ice cold, and oh how Eames liked it.
Then there was Arthur… and he couldn't very well deny he liked it too.
It was a kiss of perfection; Arthur sitting on the chair, slightly leaned aback with Eames graciously bent over him. Their eyes were closed, hands neatly placed on the chair's arm rest, their chins touching as their heads were winkled upwards… And then there was this tension, as if a battle was to begin.
"Nice", Eames breathed.
"Is that all you can say?" Arthur somewhat complained.
"Not enough, dear?"
"Far from", Arthur was going to take this train, but he would never drop his high-standard attitude.
"I consider it convenient to move from this chair, to a more… suitable place." Eames suggested.
"I'm not going that far to have fun with you".
"…Couch?" Eames tried again.
Arthur studied the beige couch. It was positioned in one of the corners of the abandoned warehouse; grey walls, blue light mixed with dim sunlight, equipment, concrete- all that called their working place.
"Fine."
Eames carried Arthur to the sofa like he would have carried a baby. Arthur did not like it, but still, he was placed on the couch all too soon, having to let go of Eames' warmth.
Eames brushed Arthur's cheek with his finger, let his hand move up to the other man's neck, and kissed him, forcefully. He bit Arthur's lower lip, asking him to open his mouth. Arthur did what he had been asked for, and let out a small sigh before Eames' tongue came entering his mouth.
First they shyly tasted each other, taking momentarily breaks, just quickly looking at each other, as to try to keep control over themselves.
All this kissing Eames (for God's sake, EAMES), it makes no sense…. Arthur thought, but couldn't stop; didn't WANT to.
Suddenly Eames grabbed Arthurs head harder, pulling all of him closer, and forced his tongue deeper into Arthur's mouth.
The sigh that escaped Arthur developed into a moan, and Eames could feel his erection clearly now.
"Relax, love", Eames said as he placed his knees on the floor in front of the couch, settling himself between Arthur's feet, hands placed on his thighs to spread his legs a little.
"Mmmnng…" escaped Arthur's mouth and his legs twitched.
"Love it?" asked Eames, filled with amusement, as he began working on Arthur's belt.
"You have a stupid idea of foreplay, Eames." Said Arthur and raised his eyebrows.
"Oh, really?" Eames looked up, stopping his movement.
"Yes."
Oh shit what does this man want from me? Eames thought, very disturbed.
Arthur bent down and attacked Eames' neck. He began licking and then bit the wet spot, beginning to suck. Eames breathed heavily, trying to not let out any weird sounds, which he discovered, was inhumanly hard.
As Eames finally let out a low moan, Arthur smiled contently with his lips pressed to the other man's neck.
"Elegant, Mr. Eames", he said with a teasing voice.
"Admit it, you're beyond horny now, darling", Eames chuckled, a little shaky.
"Yeah", Arthur whispered in a serious, vulnerable tone. "I've wanted to tease you… so long", he said running his delicate fingers through Eames' hair.
Eames bit his lip. "…You'll have to wait a little longer…" He then laid his hand on Arthur's soft stomach and pushed the now very impatient man back into the sofa.
"what are-?" Arthur sighed.
"Not gonna let you take over just like that", Eames replied smiling teasingly, unzipping his partner's pants.
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