I couldn't resist, but I don't have the time to finish it and I'm bad at the porn parts. Someone else should take up to the torch imo.
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They were safe for now, relatively. Their pursuers were off the scent and it was unlikely that anyone would stumble upon them in a random shed, which meant it was time for the bickering to begin.
"Who told you Maichak could be trusted again?" huffed Arthur as he bent over, hands on his knees, to recover his breath.
"Oh no, don't put this on me," huffed back Eames, who had found a wall to hold him up and was sagging against it. "You were supposed to check his background thoroughly."
Arthur stilled. Score one for Eames. Time to press the advantage. Pushing off the wall, he leaned over Arthur and said, smooth as you please, "I'm starting to think Cobb carried you."
Arthur stood up so quickly he almost headbutt Eames in the nose, and Eames hadn't finished congratulating himself on his reflexes before he was being shoved into a tool shelf. Something sharp dug into his side as the whole fixture rattled behind him. Arthur had him by the collar. They were pressed in tight together, and the contact would have been more than pleasant if it weren't for the furious look on Arthur's face.
"Struck a nerve, darling?"
"I should have let Maichak shoot you."
"Don't torture yourself with regrets on my account."
Arthur gave Eames a little shove and Eames winced as whatever it was sticking his back dug in deeper. The adrenalin from the chase was still pumping in his veins, and the fight in Arthur's eyes was riling up something deep and carnal inside him, so he grinned, coy, licking his lips and letting his eyelashes flutter in the way that would make Arthur shift in his chair. Arthur narrowed his eyes.
"Admit it, you'd miss me." He leaned forward as far as Arthur would let him, until their noses were almost touching. "You wouldn't know what to do with yourself if I were gone."
Arthur's lips curled into a smirk. "I'd start believing in a benevolent God again, for one."
There was a pause, silent besides the muffled traffic outside and the steady pulse of blood rushing in their ears. Both men stared each other down, still breathing heavy from the chase, mutual animosity feeding into something deeper.
Eames wasn't sure who moved first, but in an instant the peace was shattered and they were grappling. Eames was strong, but Arthur was fast, faster than he had anticpated, and a sudden shift in gravity sent Eames face first into the shed floor. Saw dust and the smell of gasoline flew up his nose, and the cement rubbed his cheek raw as Arthur pressed him into it.
"Someone needs to teach you some humility."
Eames made a show of struggle for a moment before relaxing. Arthur took the bluff and Eames felt the grip on his neck loosen just enough from him to twist out and catch Arthur's leg. He tried to roll Arthur into a joint lock, but Arthur was like water in Eames hands, slipping out and pulling away before Eames could get a proper grip, and he wasn't off the floor two seconds before Arthur had him pinned again.
Eames was exhausted. He had already sprinted a good two miles, his legs were aching, and he was choking on sawdust. But hell if he was going to let Arthur win. That uptight little bastard would never let him hear the end of it. He tested Arthur's grip. His hands were held tight against his back, and Arthur had the advantage of leverage.
"Uh uh, Mr. Eames. You're not getting up until you apologize."
"Like hell..."
Eames squirmed and bucked out of pure frustration. Arthur wasn't stupid enough to let it phase him, but as Eames tried to pick himself up Arthur was forced to shift, and that's when Eames noticed it.
Arthur was hard. His erection was pressing into Eames' bum, and when Eames bucked up against it he was rewarded with a grunt. Turning himself as best he could to look back at Arthur, Eames shot the other man a smirk.
"Enjoying yourself up there?"
Arthur leaned in and pushed his hips forward, wiping the smirk clean off Eames' face.
"You have no idea."
Fuck. There was a new sort of desperation building up inside of Eames, and it had nothing to do with coming on top of their little spat.
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Date: 2011-04-28 06:12 am (UTC)===
They were safe for now, relatively. Their pursuers were off the scent and it was unlikely that anyone would stumble upon them in a random shed, which meant it was time for the bickering to begin.
"Who told you Maichak could be trusted again?" huffed Arthur as he bent over, hands on his knees, to recover his breath.
"Oh no, don't put this on me," huffed back Eames, who had found a wall to hold him up and was sagging against it. "You were supposed to check his background thoroughly."
Arthur stilled. Score one for Eames. Time to press the advantage. Pushing off the wall, he leaned over Arthur and said, smooth as you please, "I'm starting to think Cobb carried you."
Arthur stood up so quickly he almost headbutt Eames in the nose, and Eames hadn't finished congratulating himself on his reflexes before he was being shoved into a tool shelf. Something sharp dug into his side as the whole fixture rattled behind him. Arthur had him by the collar. They were pressed in tight together, and the contact would have been more than pleasant if it weren't for the furious look on Arthur's face.
"Struck a nerve, darling?"
"I should have let Maichak shoot you."
"Don't torture yourself with regrets on my account."
Arthur gave Eames a little shove and Eames winced as whatever it was sticking his back dug in deeper. The adrenalin from the chase was still pumping in his veins, and the fight in Arthur's eyes was riling up something deep and carnal inside him, so he grinned, coy, licking his lips and letting his eyelashes flutter in the way that would make Arthur shift in his chair. Arthur narrowed his eyes.
"Admit it, you'd miss me." He leaned forward as far as Arthur would let him, until their noses were almost touching. "You wouldn't know what to do with yourself if I were gone."
Arthur's lips curled into a smirk. "I'd start believing in a benevolent God again, for one."
There was a pause, silent besides the muffled traffic outside and the steady pulse of blood rushing in their ears. Both men stared each other down, still breathing heavy from the chase, mutual animosity feeding into something deeper.
Eames wasn't sure who moved first, but in an instant the peace was shattered and they were grappling. Eames was strong, but Arthur was fast, faster than he had anticpated, and a sudden shift in gravity sent Eames face first into the shed floor. Saw dust and the smell of gasoline flew up his nose, and the cement rubbed his cheek raw as Arthur pressed him into it.
"Someone needs to teach you some humility."
Eames made a show of struggle for a moment before relaxing. Arthur took the bluff and Eames felt the grip on his neck loosen just enough from him to twist out and catch Arthur's leg. He tried to roll Arthur into a joint lock, but Arthur was like water in Eames hands, slipping out and pulling away before Eames could get a proper grip, and he wasn't off the floor two seconds before Arthur had him pinned again.
Eames was exhausted. He had already sprinted a good two miles, his legs were aching, and he was choking on sawdust. But hell if he was going to let Arthur win. That uptight little bastard would never let him hear the end of it. He tested Arthur's grip. His hands were held tight against his back, and Arthur had the advantage of leverage.
"Uh uh, Mr. Eames. You're not getting up until you apologize."
"Like hell..."
Eames squirmed and bucked out of pure frustration. Arthur wasn't stupid enough to let it phase him, but as Eames tried to pick himself up Arthur was forced to shift, and that's when Eames noticed it.
Arthur was hard. His erection was pressing into Eames' bum, and when Eames bucked up against it he was rewarded with a grunt. Turning himself as best he could to look back at Arthur, Eames shot the other man a smirk.
"Enjoying yourself up there?"
Arthur leaned in and pushed his hips forward, wiping the smirk clean off Eames' face.
"You have no idea."
Fuck. There was a new sort of desperation building up inside of Eames, and it had nothing to do with coming on top of their little spat.
"Arthur..." Eames growled out.
"What?"
"Fuck me."