neededforger | Making up for lost time, one more time.

Making up for lost time, one more time.

They had lazed about for most of the day, mostly just because they could, and even when one or the other of them got up to use the bathroom or retrieve a book, they always came right back, as if somehow that bed held all the secrets of the universe. Come afternoon, Eames went to get his laptop, doing some research to find a restaurant for dinner, coming up with a few nearby and just deciding by what was closest, since he figured the walk would do them both good.
He even made a reservation, just to make sure they'd have a seat, even though as far as he could tell they were wide open as far as space.

"Are you ready, Arthur?" He called back towards the bedroom from where he was perched on the couch, having settled there after he'd gotten dressed, waiting for the other man to finish his shower, though the water had been off for a while.

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He laughed at it as well once he'd recovered, shaking his head and slinging an arm around Arthur's shoulders just to keep them both out of trouble, at least for the moment, and in the bit of darkness between two streetlamps he turned to press a quick kiss to Arthur's temple, humming tunelessly as he started walking again.

Arthur wasn't the one who needed to be kept out of trouble as much as Eames needed to stop provoking him. At least that was his excuse.

Otherwise, it felt nice to be this close to Eames; Arthur was too relaxed to care if people saw. He even wrapped his arm around Eames' waist.

The fact that Arthur didn't pull away or smack him just made Eames smile all over, holding the door to the hotel once they arrived, humming again as he strode across the lobby, thumbing the button for the elevator.

Arthur couldn't help but feel good about being able to do that, make Eames smile like that.

Arthur didn't pull away until they were in the elevator, picking one side of the elevator and grabbing the gold railing with both hands, his back pressed to the wall, his hips slightly foreword.

Eames sighed at that position, shaking his head, "You're trying to kill me, aren't you?"

Smiling that same not-so-innocent smile, "Maybe."

"Although, as you yourself pointed out once, there are plenty of other ways I could accomplish that."

"Well, that's still true." He said with a nod, but his own smile had returned, the look in his eyes was predatory once more, "Though if you're going to try I'd appreciate fair warning first."

Arthur just kept smiling, looking down and twisting his hips slightly.

He just shook his head, smiling again and giving Arthur's arm a nudge when the elevator dinged, doors sliding open.

He actually managed to make it all the way into their room before he snaked an arm around Arthur's waist, laying claim to his mouth and half-expecting to be slugged for it.

Arthur was actually impressed Eames had been able to resist until they got to their room. But he was also grateful. He didn't want anyone else to see how he ran one hand through Eames' hair, his other arm going around his shoulders, all pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss. And thrust his hips foreword, against the other man.

That was far better than he'd been expecting, and he couldn't help the small, half-hungry sound that escaped his throat as he deepened the kiss further still, the arm around Arthur's waist locking in place for the moment, not about to let him get away so easily.

Arthur didn't want to get away. He made his only little sound in response to Eames', initiating another kiss after the other one broke. He let his body be pressed close, and moved his hips again, his body wanting the contact the longer he remained there.

His breathing had already gone shallow, finally having to tear himself away from the kiss just to catch his breath, though he buried his face against the arch of Arthur's neck a moment later, nipping at the tender skin there, hand splayed flat against the small of his back. He pressed Arthur firmly back against the nearest wall, growling faintly against his throat, knee slotting itself easily between Arthur's legs.

Up against the wall Arthur let out a breathy moan at the teeth at his neck, the growl, and the thigh he could feel at his groin. He couldn't help the slight grinding his body kept wanting to do against that thigh. His hands grabbed at Eames' clothes, tugging on them restlessly as he let out another noise.

Clothes really were just getting in the way at that point, and Eames was already working at the buttons of Arthur's shirt, hand pressing flat against his shoulder or chest now and again to make sure he stayed pinned against the wall while he did so, thoroughly enjoying the half-rolling movements of Arthur's hips against him.

Finally he got the other man's shirt open, smoothing both hands up his stomach and over his chest and shoulders, peeling him out of the garment in question, wanting him bare as soon as humanly possible.

Arthur couldn't agree more; he managed to undo Eames' shirt and pants even while pinned against the wall. They had done this before - it had been a while, of course - but these were things and movements one never really forgot.

He got his predatory look in his eyes as he reached into Eames' pants, touching and stroking the other man's growing erection.

He liked that look, he always had, and that look, combined with Arthur's touch was enough to send a jolt of pleasure down his spine, nipping at Arthur's throat again, not enough to leave a mark just yet, but it wouldn't be long before he was.

Arthur hissed and tugged on Eames harder with one hand, while his free one worked to get Eames out of his jacket and shirt, and then trying to pull down his pants.

He growled faintly, just for a moment, hips rolling forward into Arthur's touch even as he rolled his shoulders to shuck himself of jacket and shirt both. He dragged both hands down Arthur's sides then, one hand working methodically, but quickly at his belt and fly.

When Eames managed to get his pants undone, Arthur lifted his hips to get himself out of them (his boxers going with them). When he got Eames' pants off he let out a huff of laughter: Eames wasn't wearing any underwear. He guessed he didn't notice it before because he was too busy focusing on what was in those pants rather than underneath them.

With both of them finally naked, Arthur pulled in Eames in for a hard, deep kiss, rubbing himself against the other man shamelessly. Damn, three years had been a long time time to go without...

He'd been about to reply, or at least ask, when he was dragged in for that kiss, and he just growled into it, replying in kind, one hand spanning Arthur's hip, just allowing the movement, tracking it, really, his own hips rolling in counterpoint, one slow, even rock in response two two or three of Arthur's shorter, sharper movements.

Moaning into the kiss and banging his back against the wall, dragging Eames with him, Arthur wanted more. Now.

He certainly wasn't going to argue that, moaning in turn and nipping at Arthur's lower lip, hips jolting forward against him again more firmly as one hand dipped to run his fingers along Arthur's thigh, encouraging him to lift it against Eames' hip for better leverage.

Arthur did that with relative ease considering how "out of practice" he was. He also took the opportunity to bite the other man's neck. Not too hard, just as he was digging his fingers into one shoulder.

It was still enough to get a sudden hiss of breath across his teeth from the Forger, growling a moment later as he laid claim to Arthur's mouth again, thumping him solidly back against the wall again, fingers playing along his thigh, kneading against it and keeping him in place as he rolled his hips forward against the other man's once more, groaning at the momentary press of contact. One hand dipped to wrap around them both, eyes fluttering closed as he stroked once, firmly.

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