loadedparadox | Dinner in Dubai

Dinner in Dubai - For Clarkie

The idea of even asking him to dinner had come out of nowhere. Then, while in Dubai doing some militarization for a sheik, he had made the dinner plans. Part of Arthur realized that by making the selection of Ossiano at Atlantis he was making this a date. Yet he wouldn't let himself think about that as he sent the text.

Friday. Atlantis on Palm Jumeirah island. 8 pm seating.

Arthur waited for Eames in the lobby though. Dressed to the nine in a tuxedo by his favourite Savile Row tailor. He had gone overboard and he had no idea why except he could. And he wanted to.

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"I'm glad you have so much faith in me, Arthur," Eames said, not keeping in his chuckle. He raised an eyebrow. "Shame and here I was being subtle," he teased. "I did say with the suit, yeah?" Course, that meant afterward, Arthur would want to undress -- or so Eames would hope.

Eames was equally glad that he wasn't the only one nervous. "Same," he agreed. He fell quiet as the dishes were exchanged for new dishes and their drinks were brought over. It was nice to not have to ask for that. He sent Arthur a smirk before he started taking a bite of his food.

"I have the strangest feeling that we'll both get what we want tonight."

"More than you think," said while still smiling and yet deadly serious. "You? Subtle? your wardrobe speaks better than that." He paused, looking him over slowly. "Well, your traditional dress, not this."

For a moment he was quiet, enjoying the meal. His gaze slipped to the tank, then back to Eames with a faint smile as he considered that statement.

"I believe that is definitely the goal. Now we just hope we both can keep compromising," he teased, thinking back to their past.

The smile remained on Eames' lips while he studied Arthur silently. "You wouldn't have given me that last job if you didn't," he said, confidently and smoothly. He raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "I have my reasons to dress the way I do when I'm on a job in the community but this, this I would like to say is my normal wardrobe style."

Even the moments of silence was nice and comfortable between them but honestly, Eames didn't expect it being anything less. His lips curled up as he sent Arthur a smirk. "Here's to that," he said, picking up his glass to tap against Arthur's. He thought they could do it. They had done it so far anyway.

Eames had him there and Arthur was willing to say so. "All right then. You can be utterly subtle in the job. In your clothes... only when it is the job," he said with a laugh. He looked at him. "So this is you normally," he asked. "I think we definitely will need more time outside of work then, hmmm?"

He lifted his glass in toast and then took a drink. "We should make sure to order breakfast soon as we get back to my suite," he added with a smirk.

Eames laughed and nodded. He would certainly agree with that. "This is me normally," he agreed then raised an eyebrow. "Like what you see then, darling? Not going to be disappointed when we meet on a job and I'm dressed as the forger?" His tone was playful of course. He fully expected for things to not have changed in the workplace - they did have reputations to uphold after all. "You're in luck however, I agree that we will definitely need more time outside of the work place."

He took a drink from his glass before he sat it down. "So long as waffles are included, I think that is a brilliant plan."

Arthur went silent, not saying anything for a long time. Instead he shifted in his seat, looking Eames over for a long time. A slow, wicked smile curved his lips. "I won't mind at all," he admitted. "I'll just think about you naked and that will solve the problem and then I can ignore those clothes you tend to wear," he teased, sounding pleased with himself.

"I'm sure we can arrange for that, Mr Eames."

Arthur certainly had him there and he couldn't resist the urge to smile, his eyes darkening a shade. "Now, that is something I will have to keep in mind on future jobs. You imagining me naked - when you pull your eyes away from your research of course."

"What makes you think I'm incapable of doing both," he asked, arching a brow in challenge. "I am a very talented man with skills you can't even begin to imagine."

All of it said in that same low, dark rumble as he watched Eames intently.

Eames arched an eyebrow, slowly smirking. "Oh, but I am looking forward to learning about these...talents, Arthur." His voice had a purring quality to it as he looked at the other man with his own intense gaze.

That rumbling tone that Eames used was wicked and went straight to his gut. He bit back a groan, taking a deep hit off his drink rather than the sips he'd been taking to that point.

"We have about six more courses before that," he said, smiling though it was less impish and more excited.

Oh, Eames was excited too. More than excited, to be honest. He took a deep drink from his glass and sat it down. "Why did we have to go and choose the experience," he asked, his tone was playful. The wait would be worth it. He licked at his bottom lip slowly, his gaze still on Arthur's even as he picked up his fork to start eating again.

"Keep up with that tongue and we'll be taking a break in the loo," he said, rumbling the words and enjoying the teasing and playing here that they were sharing. "You know, we might have to share trips like this on a regularly basis."

Even if they couldn't work together on a regular basis, they could share this.

"Is that a promise," Eames asked, his voice a purring rumble. He was highly enjoying himself, enjoying the tease and the play between them. It was honestly nice to not have to hide who he was and what he was like, Arthur already knew.

He smirked and took a sip of his drink. "I think we'll have to," he said, looking him over slowly. Eames knew they couldn't take jobs together on a regular basis but it certainly didn't mean they couldn't share trips like this together more often.

Arthur almost paled. It was easy talking shit but acting on it was not always his strong point. Not anymore. There was a time when he wouldn't have blinked and, for a time, he wondered what happened to that man.

Which was when he smirked, pushing his chair back. "Shall we?"

This time, it was Eames' turn to pause and take a minute. Talking shit was a specialty of his but always acting on that, again wasn't usually his style. But it was Arthur and that tended to change things a little bit. He pushed back his chair and nodded. "After you, darling," he smirked.

Arthur rose, adjusting his jacket. Smiling at Eames, he crossed the room to where the waiter was. He whispered to him a moment before looking back at Eames. Smiling growing, he headed down the hallway to the bathroom.

Stepping inside, he waited.

Eames watched as Arthur made his way over to the waiter, whisper then he headed to the bathroom with a wide smile. He ran his knuckle under his nose before he stood from the table and made his way toward the bathroom just a minute after him. He could feel his heart pounding and butterflies overwhelming his stomach.

Eames stepped inside a moment later and gave Arthur a smirk. "Fancy meeting you here," he teased and stepped in closer to the point man.

Arthur had no idea what he was doing. He was taking an insane chance and risking a lot, and they could wait until the room. For so much he knew he would wait until they got to the room but there was definitely something he needed and needed now.

The moment Eames walked into the room, Arthur moved in and wrapped his arm around the back of his neck. Arching into him, suddenly kissing Eames hard and near desperately, backing him up against the door with a groan.

Kissing, oh kissing Eames could do. Eames wrapped an arm around Arthur's waist and groaned into his mouth, returning the hard kiss equally so. He allowed Arthur to back him up against the door as he slid his tongue into the point man's mouth and allowed his hand to drift down to cup his arse. That was something he had been wanting to do for a while now.

That was a shock, feeling that broad hand on his ass. A good shock that he loved. Arching to press the length of his body to Eames'. They were in the bathroom of an exquisite restaurant and he didn't care. Not in the the least. Not so long as they kept kissing like this.

"Not fucking you in here," he muttered against Eames's mouth with a soft sound of pleasure.

Eames squeezed one of his arse cheeks and brought the point man closer to him with a growl. He frankly couldn't find it in himself to care where they were at this moment in time only that he didn't want to stop kissing Arthur like this.

"No, only fuck and let myself be fucked in a bathroom on the third date," he muttered against Arthur's mouth. He turned them around and pushed Arthur against the door, kissing him hard again.

Rocking against him, he was forgetting he'd told himself that. He wanted to strip the man down and explore him, break him down until he was begging.

Which was what slowed him down, stopped him. He couldn't have that in a bathroom. Not here.

He slid a hand between them, stroking his finger over the bulge in Eames' trousers.

"We have fresh drinks at the table," he murmured, smiling.

Despite himself, a low growl slipped from his lips when Arthur stroked his finger over his hardening cock. "Bloody tease," he murmured with a smirk after he caught his breath and leaned down to press his lips against Arthur's neck, nipping at the skin. They would finish this later, he was undoubtedly sure because Arthur was in the same position he was, unless he was mistaking that bulge in Arthur's slacks.

"Another time and place, this will happen," he vowed, knowing he would find a time he couldn't resist and yet unwilling to make their first time be here, in this place. Even if this bathroom was better than most places he'd stayed while on the run.

Eames himself was unwilling to make the first time they did this in a public bathroom. It was a very nice public bathroom but it was a bathroom. "That we will," he said, sliding a hand down to run his fingers over the front of Arthur's pants then took a step back from him. He had to calm himself before he went back out there, it wouldn't due to walk out of the bathroom with a hard on.

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