[ Arthur swatted at the hands in the water, but there was a small smile creeping onto his face. Eames was charming, Arthur could give him that, at least. Bastard. Arthur had every right to be mad, but he had a hard time maintaining it when Eames was swimming around him, naked and prodding. ]
Someone has to maintain some sense of modesty in the face of your ego.
[ And then, because he could, he splashed at Eames. ]
[ Arthur let out a frustrated sound, but it was undermined by his obvious attempt to not laugh as he grabbed at Eames' wrists. This really wasn't fair. Eames was naked and there wasn't really a safe place to grab. ]
Who says I want to be remembered for swimming naked with men?
Do you wish to be remembered instead as the man to frightened to take off
his pants?
[ He let Arthur catch him, chuckling low in his throat, slipping
closer to him, tangling their legs. His free hand darted down, plucking at
the elastic again, brushing over the smooth belly. ]
[ With a hard flail, Arthur only managed to tip himself into the water against Eames' weight. He barely managed a breath before his head went under and then resurfaced. ]
Eames!
[ There was still a measure of laughter in his voice as he shoved at Eames. ]
[ He chuckled, unafraid to let the sound loose. Arms slipped around
Arthur's waist, pressing up behind him, solid muscle to svelte frame. He
bent his head, kissing his shoulder. ]
[ Arthur went stiff in his arms, but there was an almost imperceptible change after a moment, not quite relaxing, but almost as if he was fighting the urge to. He didn't try to shove Eames off. If he was honest with himself, he didn't want to, much as he lamented the idea of this complication. ]
Why must I always be trying to accomplish something?
[ Fingers stroked feather light across his arms, dipped beneath the
water to run across his sides, trace the fine lines of his stomach to cup
his hips, hold him close without trapping him. ]
[ But Arthur couldn't help closing his eyes. He stayed where he was, Eames' hands on him like an anchor, whether Eames realized it or not. Eames was setting them on a dangerous path with those touches and Arthur wasn't sure that he had it in him to resist. ]
[ A dangerous path, one worth exploring. One they had entertained more
than once, caught up in the rush of a job, that aching thing called
loneliness. He bent his head, plush lips stroking a path over Arthur's
shoulder, up the swan like length of his neck, nearly as pale. Arthur made
for a beautiful man, in Eame's estimation, the sort the master's of old
would have fought each for the right to have him be their muse. ]
So tell me what you think I'm after then. You always tell me you know me so
well.
[ Slowly, Arthur relaxed against Eames' body. Eames had a real knack for making Arthur forget himself and this close, it was easy to drown a little in that. Arthur's hand slipped back to grip Eames' hip. ]
You already told me that you want me to stay.
[ Something that was more tempting to indulge in by the minute, but the last thing Arthur wanted to do was lie to Eames. He wasn't going to promise something he couldn't deliver. ]
[ Honest words, but words he could afford to be honest with. Jobs were
jobs. They were safe to speak about, business and nothing more. But beneath
the simple words lay another truth - that he would be leaving. Going
somewhere, and who knew how far away for how long. Nothing in their
relationship said either of them ever had to tell where they were going,
only some strange, unspoken arrangement letting them know when they shared
a city. ]
[ He was already tipping his head to the side, giving Eames easier access to his neck. This was stupid. It was monumentally stupid, but Arthur couldn't completely deny that he wanted it anyway. ]
[ Plush lips pressed to his ear, teeth squeezing tender flesh to
pinkness. He moved behind it to suck, pulling with his lips, the tip of his
tongue tracing wild patterns across his skin. ]
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Someone has to maintain some sense of modesty in the face of your ego.
[ And then, because he could, he splashed at Eames. ]
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[ Eyes squeezed shut on instinct, the Brit snorting and sloshing a way at water at the other man. ]
Modesty never saw men into the annals of history!
[ He shook his head, darting back in to snap the band of Arthur's underwear beneath the surface. ]
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Who says I want to be remembered for swimming naked with men?
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Do you wish to be remembered instead as the man to frightened to take off his pants?
[ He let Arthur catch him, chuckling low in his throat, slipping closer to him, tangling their legs. His free hand darted down, plucking at the elastic again, brushing over the smooth belly. ]
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Eames!
[ There was still a measure of laughter in his voice as he shoved at Eames. ]
Why are you trying to get me naked?
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Wouldn't you be insulted if I wasn't trying?
[ He began circling him again, glancing his fingers across his back and stomach, thighs bumping against him as he treaded the water. ]
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[ He tried to grab at Eames again, this time more careful of his balance. There was barely contained laughter in his voice. ]
Get back here, Eames.
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[ He chuckled, unafraid to let the sound loose. Arms slipped around Arthur's waist, pressing up behind him, solid muscle to svelte frame. He bent his head, kissing his shoulder. ]
You called?
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What are you trying to accomplish here?
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Why must I always be trying to accomplish something?
[ Fingers stroked feather light across his arms, dipped beneath the water to run across his sides, trace the fine lines of his stomach to cup his hips, hold him close without trapping him. ]
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[ But Arthur couldn't help closing his eyes. He stayed where he was, Eames' hands on him like an anchor, whether Eames realized it or not. Eames was setting them on a dangerous path with those touches and Arthur wasn't sure that he had it in him to resist. ]
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[ A dangerous path, one worth exploring. One they had entertained more than once, caught up in the rush of a job, that aching thing called loneliness. He bent his head, plush lips stroking a path over Arthur's shoulder, up the swan like length of his neck, nearly as pale. Arthur made for a beautiful man, in Eame's estimation, the sort the master's of old would have fought each for the right to have him be their muse. ]
So tell me what you think I'm after then. You always tell me you know me so well.
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You already told me that you want me to stay.
[ Something that was more tempting to indulge in by the minute, but the last thing Arthur wanted to do was lie to Eames. He wasn't going to promise something he couldn't deliver. ]
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I have another job lined up.
[ Honest words, but words he could afford to be honest with. Jobs were jobs. They were safe to speak about, business and nothing more. But beneath the simple words lay another truth - that he would be leaving. Going somewhere, and who knew how far away for how long. Nothing in their relationship said either of them ever had to tell where they were going, only some strange, unspoken arrangement letting them know when they shared a city. ]
My flight's tomorrow evening.
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[ He was already tipping his head to the side, giving Eames easier access to his neck. This was stupid. It was monumentally stupid, but Arthur couldn't completely deny that he wanted it anyway. ]
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Do you want me to say it?
[ Plush lips pressed to his ear, teeth squeezing tender flesh to pinkness. He moved behind it to suck, pulling with his lips, the tip of his tongue tracing wild patterns across his skin. ]
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In detail.