Jesus christ, Eames probably couldn't roll his eyes any harder, but then he shouldn't be surprised. It is Arthur.
Eames shakes his head and puts his beer down, if only so he doesn't have to worry about spilling it when he moves smoothly to straddle Arthur and put his palms flat against his chest.
Arthur smirks, putting one hand on Eames' hip. "This is good," he says, slipping the other hand up to Eames' neck to gently pull him down for a kiss to get things rolling.
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Eames shakes his head and puts his beer down, if only so he doesn't have to worry about spilling it when he moves smoothly to straddle Arthur and put his palms flat against his chest.
"How's this for you?"
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And that is where we fade to black.