Homecoming
Title: Homecoming
Pairing: Eames/Arthur [Inception]
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,499
Summary: Arthur and Eames have sex on the football field after their Homecoming dance.
The original prompt at the inception_kink
Eames had been relatively distant for most of the dance. The only time the gang had seen him even close to the dance floor was when he and Yusuf were discussing something at the drink table. That was never a good sign. As the overhead lights turned on and everyone found their friends, Eames meandered back to group. Their clothes were damp from hours of dancing while Eames' button down was still as clean as it had been when he arrived.
"Ariadne," he called, interrupting the conversation. The pretty sophomore turned at her name. She was dressed in a dark green dress that looked way too expensive for a high school homecoming dance but they couldn't really blame her; anything less would have looked shabby beside her date's three-piece suit.
Arthur looked at Eames and smiled. The flowers of his boutonniere matched Ariadne's dress perfectly just as the ribbons of her corsage matched his suit. Eames remembered the hours they had spent comparing outfits and planning the correct color scheme. It had been disgusting to watch and even worse seeing it executed.
"What is it, Eames?" Ariadne asked, her hand on Arthur's arm even as her body was turned toward Cobb and Mal.
"I'm going to steal your date for a while," Eames stated casually. His hands in his pockets letting her know that he was doing her a favor telling her his intention rather than just taking off with Arthur. Ariadne glanced at Arthur then back to Eames. Her face was blank and unsure what was going on.
"We'll make sure she gets home," Mal spoke up. The elegant senior placed her hands over Ariadne's shoulders then caressed down, tugging the girl's hand away from Arthur's sleeve. Arthur smiled and nodded.
"You going to be ok?" Arthur asked. He pushed his damp hair back into place. Ariadne looked at Eames then back to Arthur.
"Yeah. You?" Arthur nodded.
"Yeah."
"Well, we better get going," Cobb spoke up. Eames was already heading toward the back door.
"See you guys on Monday," Arthur replied and watched them collect their things. Ariadne looked unsure about Arthur's decision but followed the others obediently. Arthur followed Eames' path under the butcher paper banners and exited the back doors, opposite the crowds.
The cool air felt nice against Arthur's sweaty skin but Eames looked cold as he led the way up to the football field. He jumped the short chain link fence onto the field.
"Hey! I don't want to be out too late. I still have a curfew, you know," Arthur called as he gracefully jumped the fence after him. Eames turned and grinned.
"Ah come on. I barely even saw you tonight." Arthur crossed his arms over his chest and frowned.
"Oh? Well whose fault is that? Where were you anyway? I was hoping to at least see you." Eames shrugged.
"I don't dance."
"Don't give me that shit. I know you're just jealous that I took Ariadne instead of being your date."
"I asked you first and you told me no so don't throw that in my face," Eames snapped.
"I know you're allowed to be all bi-curious or whatever you're calling it now, but I...I am not going to deal with the harassment for the next two years because of it." Eames glared at him but didn't fight him. They had had this conversation so many times before and Eames was not about to open that can of worms again. Instead he kept walking until he stopped close to the twenty-yard line. He turned to Arthur.
"Did you go to the game?"
"Of course, I did."
"Did you see me?" Arthur rolled his eyes.
"Yeah."
"And?"
"It was a great catch."
"And?"
"Until they tackled you." Arthur grinned cruelly but Eames just shook his head in amusement.
"Why are you so negative, Arthur?" Eames teased. Arthur approached him and toed a patch of exposed dirt. Eames reached forward and thumbed Arthur's jacket lapel, catching the other boy's attention.
"I can't stay out too late. Last time-" Eames loosened the boutonniere from the fabric and let it drop. "Eames! Hey-" Eames stopped him from reaching down to grab it.
"Stay out for a bit longer." Arthur stared at him then frowned as he caught on.
"No way." He slapped Eames' hand away and turned to leave. Eames grabbed his arm and yanked him back. "Let me go."
"Why?" Eames asked calmly and Arthur stopped struggling. "No one's here." Arthur looked around. "That was your complaint, wasn't it?"
"But someone..."
"Yeah, who?" Arthur glanced at the campus then around the deserted and dark football field. "Come on. I've seen you all night with Ariadne and didn't do anything to cause a scene. I think I deserve something for all that shit." Arthur didn't like Eames using that against him but he had used less to reject him in the past.
"On the dirt?" Arthur asked skeptically and looked at the field hoping Eames would change his mind.
"Would you prefer behind the bleachers? It's dirtier." Eames nipped his ear and Arthur's eyelids dropped. He felt Eames ease his jacket off. "So how about it, Arthur? Go hide and be filthy or stay here where anyone can see you." Arthur shoved Eames' hands away.
"As long as I'm around you I'll get filthy." He loosened his tie and Eames grinned.
"Glad you noticed." Eames helped unbutton Arthur's vest as the stylish junior unbuttoned his shirt. Their hands moved deftly around each other's from experience and practice until Arthur shrugged off his shirt and vest.
"Take off that ugly jacket," Arthur muttered and pushed Eames' blazer off. The football player helped Arthur take the jacket off then laid it on the dirt. Arthur narrowed his eyes. "Like that's going to do anything..." Eames laughed and pushed Arthur down onto his knees.
"As observant as ever." Arthur started unbuttoning Eames' pants.
"Just think about how much money you lose on paying for my dry cleaning for these games..." Eames grinned as he lifted Arthur's head to look up at him.
"But then I couldn't see beautiful exhibitions like this." Arthur grinned feeling the wet mud seeping into his pants. "Also it doesn't matter." Eames closed his eyes and leaned his head back. Arthur shook his head and pushed Eames' pants down. Arthur pressed his mouth against Eames' boxers. He licked the outline and sucked on Eames' balls through the dampening fabric. He didn't have to look up to know Eames was watching him. He felt large hands hovering just behind his head, fighting the need to push Arthur closer.
"Stop being a fucking tease," Eames muttered. Arthur glared at him and bit the football player's thigh hard. "Fuck!" Eames yanked Arthur away by his hair. "That hurt!" Arthur grinned, his neck arched and exposed.
"I know."
"You're going to regret that, darling," Eames whispered and Arthur's grin faltered for a second. Eames pulled his boxers down and with one hand held his erection and with the other forced Arthur forward.
"Eames, cut it-" Arthur started and leveraged himself with his hands against Eames' thighs.
"You really think I'm going to let you get away with that, pet?" Eames chuckled. Arthur glared at him then slowly let Eames guide him down. "That's a good a boy." Arthur licked the swollen head then hallowed his cheeks as he sucked it in. Eames' grip grew tight. "Yes, darling. That's good."
Arthur sucked on the thick length. His lips kept a tight suction as he pulled up then licked the head. His lips rubbed down then up, concentrating on just the tip.
"Come on, take more," Eames muttered and nudged him further down. Arthur's fingers caressed the inside of Eames' thighs as he went half down Eames' length. It neared the back of his throat and he pulled away. He sucked down again, his tongue licking up and down the erection, tracing the veins and circling the sensitive head. Eames watched with half lidded eyes and grinned.
Arthur went down but his eyes went wide as Eames' hand pushed him down hard. Arthur gasped and choked when Eames' erection pushed into his throat. Eames gasped at the quick repetitive suction. The fashionable junior yanked away and Eames let him. Arthur spat on the ground and continued coughing. Eames knelt beside him and reached forward but Arthur slapped his hand away.
"I told you to stop fucking doing that!" Eames looked surprised.
"What? I don't remember this." Arthur glared at him.
"Last time? Remember I said don't fucking do that again." Eames knew he was upset but couldn't remember...Oh.
"I thought you meant coming on your face." Arthur grew bright red.
"I don't want you to do that either!" Eames grinned and thumbed Arthur's flushed cheek.
"I thought you were going to work on these prudish ideals, love." Arthur slapped his hand away.
"I'm serious. I don't want you doing that again." Eames shrugged flippantly but knew which arguments were worth losing. Arthur coughed again and wiped his mouth.
"You all right?"
"Yeah..." Arthur replied. "Just...unexpected, in an unpleasant way." Eames wiped Arthur's lower lip slowly with his thumb. "You didn't come on them, idiot." He kissed Eames' thumb and lightly sucked on the tip.
"I think I would've known if I'd come, Arthur." Eames leaned forward and kissed him. Arthur chuckled and encouraged the kiss. Eames' cold fingers pressed against his exposed back then gripped the back of his neck. Their tongues languidly ran over each other's and Eames' thumb pressed against Arthur's jaw, pushing it open further, and watched as Arthur's face grew lewd, indecent and flushed.
"Eames..." Arthur whispered as the football player tousled his neat, styled hair and nipped at his ear, his jaw, his collarbone.
"Yeah?" Eames whispered hoarsely, resting his head on Arthur's shoulder and reaching down to undo Arthur's pants. Arthur looked down and watched. He swallowed hard. "What is it?"
"Nothing...you beat me to it." Eames chuckled then pushed Arthur back onto his jacket and tugged Arthur's tight pants off.
"Could you get tighter fitting pants?"
"Wasn't funny the first time you said it," Arthur whispered then pulled Eames down over him, clinging to his shoulders and spreading his legs to accommodate him. "Also I thought you liked my tight pants. I think everyone has seen you staring at them."
"Darling, shut up." Eames kissed him deeply and Arthur arched off the ground when he felt Eames' fingers dipping down the base of his spine.
"AH! Eames!" Eames pushed one digit in slowly as he stared down at Arthur's discomforted and needy face. "Fuck!" His eyes searched Eames frantically. "Please tell me you're joking."
"I must have dropped it in the car or something." Arthur squeezed his eyes shut as Eames moved his finger then let a sharp cry escape.
"In my pants! Fuck! I have a fucking bottle in my pants pocket. Take it out now." Arthur shoved Eames away and tried to control his breathing as Eames turned to dig around in the discarded tailored pants. Eames found the small bottle and squeezed a liberal amount on his hand and moved back toward Arthur. "What the fuck were you thinking?" Arthur growled but leaned back for him. Eames didn't look bothered by his complaining.
"I spent four hours watching you dancing with a girl. I'm not a saint." Arthur looked away then let out a soft sigh as Eames pushed his finger in.
"You're so fucking possessive," Arthur whispered then gasped when Eames started push in a second finger. The older boy watched every expression on Arthur's face with calculated care.
"And yet you keep teasing me. What does that say about you, Arthur?" Eames smiled and pushed Arthur's legs up. "You have your nice suits and your pretty dates but you love when I mess everything up." Arthur clawed at the grass as Eames pressed his erection against his hole then pressed up, missing completely and rubbing against Arthur's equally hard length.
"Shut the fuck up, Eames, please." Eames chuckled.
"Ok, love." Arthur choked on his breath as Eames pushed in. The older boy watched as it slid in nicely from practice then to Arthur's face, which was scrunched up and lustful and gorgeous. Eames pulled out and pushed in at the same steady speed. "You like that, Arthur?"
Arthur whimpered as he kept his face turned to the side, his eyes squeezed shut and his hands gripping the grass. Eames grinned and pushed Arthur's hips higher. Arthur's eyes snapped open and he groaned.
"Fuck, Eames."
Eames grinned and leaned in and whispered in Arthur's ear. Arthur looked at him but didn't respond; his panting expression only encouraged him. Arthur gasped as Eames shoved in deeper. Eames continued to whisper dirty things into Arthur's ear and the normally restraint boy replied with desperate whimpers and pleas. Eames dropped Arthur's hips and pulled him up to kiss him. Arthur clung to his shoulders and he wrapped his legs around Eames' torso. Eames grinned, sweat -his and Arthur's- now coating his face.
"You look fucking amazing."
Eames suddenly flipped them over and held Arthur tightly to his chest with one hand on his hip and the other on his shoulder. Arthur continued to breathe and gasp into Eames' neck as the bigger boy thrusted up into him. Eames felt himself drawing close and dug his fingers deep into the damp hair at the base of Arthur's neck. Arthur convulsed over him and Eames held him still as he continued to jut up into Arthur's tight body. He watched Arthur's face relax and held him up to finish himself.
Eames came and Arthur groaned at the feeling. The younger boy watched Eames come and vaguely compared his feelings toward what he saw and what he felt. Both added to his flushed appearance. Eames fell loose from his orgasm and with it he let his hands drop to his sides. Without the other boy's support, Arthur collapsed against him and they laid flushed from chest to hip bone, trying to regain breath and some form of consciousness.
Arthur was the first to move and he sat up with some discomfort. Eames followed and massaged his shoulder blade, hiding the wincing when he rubbed the open cuts. He was definitely going to make Arthur cut his nails more often...not that it would make much of a difference consider how Arthur's grip got at times. They both dressed and quietly mourned their cold and wet clothes, most of the mourning being Arthur's grievances.
"Come on. I better get you home," Eames muttered as he pulled on his jacket. Arthur followed him silently until Eames rested his arm over his shoulders. The younger junior turned to him quizzically. "Did you have a good homecoming?" Arthur chuckled.
"Wasn't bad." Eames laughed and shook his head, pulling Arthur in closer. Arthur smiled and leaned his head against Eames' arm as they walked to Eames' car in comfortable silence.
Pairing: Eames/Arthur [Inception]
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,499
Summary: Arthur and Eames have sex on the football field after their Homecoming dance.
The original prompt at the inception_kink
Eames had been relatively distant for most of the dance. The only time the gang had seen him even close to the dance floor was when he and Yusuf were discussing something at the drink table. That was never a good sign. As the overhead lights turned on and everyone found their friends, Eames meandered back to group. Their clothes were damp from hours of dancing while Eames' button down was still as clean as it had been when he arrived.
"Ariadne," he called, interrupting the conversation. The pretty sophomore turned at her name. She was dressed in a dark green dress that looked way too expensive for a high school homecoming dance but they couldn't really blame her; anything less would have looked shabby beside her date's three-piece suit.
Arthur looked at Eames and smiled. The flowers of his boutonniere matched Ariadne's dress perfectly just as the ribbons of her corsage matched his suit. Eames remembered the hours they had spent comparing outfits and planning the correct color scheme. It had been disgusting to watch and even worse seeing it executed.
"What is it, Eames?" Ariadne asked, her hand on Arthur's arm even as her body was turned toward Cobb and Mal.
"I'm going to steal your date for a while," Eames stated casually. His hands in his pockets letting her know that he was doing her a favor telling her his intention rather than just taking off with Arthur. Ariadne glanced at Arthur then back to Eames. Her face was blank and unsure what was going on.
"We'll make sure she gets home," Mal spoke up. The elegant senior placed her hands over Ariadne's shoulders then caressed down, tugging the girl's hand away from Arthur's sleeve. Arthur smiled and nodded.
"You going to be ok?" Arthur asked. He pushed his damp hair back into place. Ariadne looked at Eames then back to Arthur.
"Yeah. You?" Arthur nodded.
"Yeah."
"Well, we better get going," Cobb spoke up. Eames was already heading toward the back door.
"See you guys on Monday," Arthur replied and watched them collect their things. Ariadne looked unsure about Arthur's decision but followed the others obediently. Arthur followed Eames' path under the butcher paper banners and exited the back doors, opposite the crowds.
The cool air felt nice against Arthur's sweaty skin but Eames looked cold as he led the way up to the football field. He jumped the short chain link fence onto the field.
"Hey! I don't want to be out too late. I still have a curfew, you know," Arthur called as he gracefully jumped the fence after him. Eames turned and grinned.
"Ah come on. I barely even saw you tonight." Arthur crossed his arms over his chest and frowned.
"Oh? Well whose fault is that? Where were you anyway? I was hoping to at least see you." Eames shrugged.
"I don't dance."
"Don't give me that shit. I know you're just jealous that I took Ariadne instead of being your date."
"I asked you first and you told me no so don't throw that in my face," Eames snapped.
"I know you're allowed to be all bi-curious or whatever you're calling it now, but I...I am not going to deal with the harassment for the next two years because of it." Eames glared at him but didn't fight him. They had had this conversation so many times before and Eames was not about to open that can of worms again. Instead he kept walking until he stopped close to the twenty-yard line. He turned to Arthur.
"Did you go to the game?"
"Of course, I did."
"Did you see me?" Arthur rolled his eyes.
"Yeah."
"And?"
"It was a great catch."
"And?"
"Until they tackled you." Arthur grinned cruelly but Eames just shook his head in amusement.
"Why are you so negative, Arthur?" Eames teased. Arthur approached him and toed a patch of exposed dirt. Eames reached forward and thumbed Arthur's jacket lapel, catching the other boy's attention.
"I can't stay out too late. Last time-" Eames loosened the boutonniere from the fabric and let it drop. "Eames! Hey-" Eames stopped him from reaching down to grab it.
"Stay out for a bit longer." Arthur stared at him then frowned as he caught on.
"No way." He slapped Eames' hand away and turned to leave. Eames grabbed his arm and yanked him back. "Let me go."
"Why?" Eames asked calmly and Arthur stopped struggling. "No one's here." Arthur looked around. "That was your complaint, wasn't it?"
"But someone..."
"Yeah, who?" Arthur glanced at the campus then around the deserted and dark football field. "Come on. I've seen you all night with Ariadne and didn't do anything to cause a scene. I think I deserve something for all that shit." Arthur didn't like Eames using that against him but he had used less to reject him in the past.
"On the dirt?" Arthur asked skeptically and looked at the field hoping Eames would change his mind.
"Would you prefer behind the bleachers? It's dirtier." Eames nipped his ear and Arthur's eyelids dropped. He felt Eames ease his jacket off. "So how about it, Arthur? Go hide and be filthy or stay here where anyone can see you." Arthur shoved Eames' hands away.
"As long as I'm around you I'll get filthy." He loosened his tie and Eames grinned.
"Glad you noticed." Eames helped unbutton Arthur's vest as the stylish junior unbuttoned his shirt. Their hands moved deftly around each other's from experience and practice until Arthur shrugged off his shirt and vest.
"Take off that ugly jacket," Arthur muttered and pushed Eames' blazer off. The football player helped Arthur take the jacket off then laid it on the dirt. Arthur narrowed his eyes. "Like that's going to do anything..." Eames laughed and pushed Arthur down onto his knees.
"As observant as ever." Arthur started unbuttoning Eames' pants.
"Just think about how much money you lose on paying for my dry cleaning for these games..." Eames grinned as he lifted Arthur's head to look up at him.
"But then I couldn't see beautiful exhibitions like this." Arthur grinned feeling the wet mud seeping into his pants. "Also it doesn't matter." Eames closed his eyes and leaned his head back. Arthur shook his head and pushed Eames' pants down. Arthur pressed his mouth against Eames' boxers. He licked the outline and sucked on Eames' balls through the dampening fabric. He didn't have to look up to know Eames was watching him. He felt large hands hovering just behind his head, fighting the need to push Arthur closer.
"Stop being a fucking tease," Eames muttered. Arthur glared at him and bit the football player's thigh hard. "Fuck!" Eames yanked Arthur away by his hair. "That hurt!" Arthur grinned, his neck arched and exposed.
"I know."
"You're going to regret that, darling," Eames whispered and Arthur's grin faltered for a second. Eames pulled his boxers down and with one hand held his erection and with the other forced Arthur forward.
"Eames, cut it-" Arthur started and leveraged himself with his hands against Eames' thighs.
"You really think I'm going to let you get away with that, pet?" Eames chuckled. Arthur glared at him then slowly let Eames guide him down. "That's a good a boy." Arthur licked the swollen head then hallowed his cheeks as he sucked it in. Eames' grip grew tight. "Yes, darling. That's good."
Arthur sucked on the thick length. His lips kept a tight suction as he pulled up then licked the head. His lips rubbed down then up, concentrating on just the tip.
"Come on, take more," Eames muttered and nudged him further down. Arthur's fingers caressed the inside of Eames' thighs as he went half down Eames' length. It neared the back of his throat and he pulled away. He sucked down again, his tongue licking up and down the erection, tracing the veins and circling the sensitive head. Eames watched with half lidded eyes and grinned.
Arthur went down but his eyes went wide as Eames' hand pushed him down hard. Arthur gasped and choked when Eames' erection pushed into his throat. Eames gasped at the quick repetitive suction. The fashionable junior yanked away and Eames let him. Arthur spat on the ground and continued coughing. Eames knelt beside him and reached forward but Arthur slapped his hand away.
"I told you to stop fucking doing that!" Eames looked surprised.
"What? I don't remember this." Arthur glared at him.
"Last time? Remember I said don't fucking do that again." Eames knew he was upset but couldn't remember...Oh.
"I thought you meant coming on your face." Arthur grew bright red.
"I don't want you to do that either!" Eames grinned and thumbed Arthur's flushed cheek.
"I thought you were going to work on these prudish ideals, love." Arthur slapped his hand away.
"I'm serious. I don't want you doing that again." Eames shrugged flippantly but knew which arguments were worth losing. Arthur coughed again and wiped his mouth.
"You all right?"
"Yeah..." Arthur replied. "Just...unexpected, in an unpleasant way." Eames wiped Arthur's lower lip slowly with his thumb. "You didn't come on them, idiot." He kissed Eames' thumb and lightly sucked on the tip.
"I think I would've known if I'd come, Arthur." Eames leaned forward and kissed him. Arthur chuckled and encouraged the kiss. Eames' cold fingers pressed against his exposed back then gripped the back of his neck. Their tongues languidly ran over each other's and Eames' thumb pressed against Arthur's jaw, pushing it open further, and watched as Arthur's face grew lewd, indecent and flushed.
"Eames..." Arthur whispered as the football player tousled his neat, styled hair and nipped at his ear, his jaw, his collarbone.
"Yeah?" Eames whispered hoarsely, resting his head on Arthur's shoulder and reaching down to undo Arthur's pants. Arthur looked down and watched. He swallowed hard. "What is it?"
"Nothing...you beat me to it." Eames chuckled then pushed Arthur back onto his jacket and tugged Arthur's tight pants off.
"Could you get tighter fitting pants?"
"Wasn't funny the first time you said it," Arthur whispered then pulled Eames down over him, clinging to his shoulders and spreading his legs to accommodate him. "Also I thought you liked my tight pants. I think everyone has seen you staring at them."
"Darling, shut up." Eames kissed him deeply and Arthur arched off the ground when he felt Eames' fingers dipping down the base of his spine.
"AH! Eames!" Eames pushed one digit in slowly as he stared down at Arthur's discomforted and needy face. "Fuck!" His eyes searched Eames frantically. "Please tell me you're joking."
"I must have dropped it in the car or something." Arthur squeezed his eyes shut as Eames moved his finger then let a sharp cry escape.
"In my pants! Fuck! I have a fucking bottle in my pants pocket. Take it out now." Arthur shoved Eames away and tried to control his breathing as Eames turned to dig around in the discarded tailored pants. Eames found the small bottle and squeezed a liberal amount on his hand and moved back toward Arthur. "What the fuck were you thinking?" Arthur growled but leaned back for him. Eames didn't look bothered by his complaining.
"I spent four hours watching you dancing with a girl. I'm not a saint." Arthur looked away then let out a soft sigh as Eames pushed his finger in.
"You're so fucking possessive," Arthur whispered then gasped when Eames started push in a second finger. The older boy watched every expression on Arthur's face with calculated care.
"And yet you keep teasing me. What does that say about you, Arthur?" Eames smiled and pushed Arthur's legs up. "You have your nice suits and your pretty dates but you love when I mess everything up." Arthur clawed at the grass as Eames pressed his erection against his hole then pressed up, missing completely and rubbing against Arthur's equally hard length.
"Shut the fuck up, Eames, please." Eames chuckled.
"Ok, love." Arthur choked on his breath as Eames pushed in. The older boy watched as it slid in nicely from practice then to Arthur's face, which was scrunched up and lustful and gorgeous. Eames pulled out and pushed in at the same steady speed. "You like that, Arthur?"
Arthur whimpered as he kept his face turned to the side, his eyes squeezed shut and his hands gripping the grass. Eames grinned and pushed Arthur's hips higher. Arthur's eyes snapped open and he groaned.
"Fuck, Eames."
Eames grinned and leaned in and whispered in Arthur's ear. Arthur looked at him but didn't respond; his panting expression only encouraged him. Arthur gasped as Eames shoved in deeper. Eames continued to whisper dirty things into Arthur's ear and the normally restraint boy replied with desperate whimpers and pleas. Eames dropped Arthur's hips and pulled him up to kiss him. Arthur clung to his shoulders and he wrapped his legs around Eames' torso. Eames grinned, sweat -his and Arthur's- now coating his face.
"You look fucking amazing."
Eames suddenly flipped them over and held Arthur tightly to his chest with one hand on his hip and the other on his shoulder. Arthur continued to breathe and gasp into Eames' neck as the bigger boy thrusted up into him. Eames felt himself drawing close and dug his fingers deep into the damp hair at the base of Arthur's neck. Arthur convulsed over him and Eames held him still as he continued to jut up into Arthur's tight body. He watched Arthur's face relax and held him up to finish himself.
Eames came and Arthur groaned at the feeling. The younger boy watched Eames come and vaguely compared his feelings toward what he saw and what he felt. Both added to his flushed appearance. Eames fell loose from his orgasm and with it he let his hands drop to his sides. Without the other boy's support, Arthur collapsed against him and they laid flushed from chest to hip bone, trying to regain breath and some form of consciousness.
Arthur was the first to move and he sat up with some discomfort. Eames followed and massaged his shoulder blade, hiding the wincing when he rubbed the open cuts. He was definitely going to make Arthur cut his nails more often...not that it would make much of a difference consider how Arthur's grip got at times. They both dressed and quietly mourned their cold and wet clothes, most of the mourning being Arthur's grievances.
"Come on. I better get you home," Eames muttered as he pulled on his jacket. Arthur followed him silently until Eames rested his arm over his shoulders. The younger junior turned to him quizzically. "Did you have a good homecoming?" Arthur chuckled.
"Wasn't bad." Eames laughed and shook his head, pulling Arthur in closer. Arthur smiled and leaned his head against Eames' arm as they walked to Eames' car in comfortable silence.