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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"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.

He moaned, hard and aching for more. Drawing a breath, he sighed heavily. "You're as much of a tease as I am," he said, smirking.

"I'll... I'll meet you back at the table," he said, moving to wash his hands, and then splash his face with water.

Looking back to smile at Eames, he headed back to the table.

"Then we're well suited, yeah," he asked with a smirk, looking Arthur over slowly. Once he was out of the bathroom, Eames inhaled slowly then exhaled. Bloody hell.

He splashed some cool water on his face before calming himself and returning to the table with an easy sort of walk, giving of the appearance that nothing at all had happened. He and Arthur would know though. Course they would.

Making his way back to the table, Arthur was glad to sit down. His legs felt weak, the drink was thankful and the new course was waiting for them. He wasn’t even sure about eating, though he took a bite.

He paused though, watching Eames cross the room. How had he ignored him for so long, not noticed so much about him. The length of his legs, the broadness of his shoulders. He couldn’t help but think about undressing him, slow but sure, taking his time. He smiled as Eames approached. “I’m daydreaming about undressing you,” he admitted.

"Funny, I was thinking the same thing about you," Eames admitted, giving him a devilish smile. He took his seat after smoothing out his shirt. He was exceptionally thankful for the fresh drink and wasn't sure whether he could actually eat a bite but he would.

He hadn't been completely blind to Arthur's charms in their past interactions. The point man was clean lines and lithe grace. He was beautiful and of course, he had never even looked twice in his direction so Eames hadn't pursue anything other than their typical interaction. That was until Arthur had sought out Clarkie (him) in the Netherlands. That had changed everything.

So much had changed and now he had no idea where this would go but he was willing to follow it along and find out just where it all could go.

Taking a bite, though he wasn't paying much attention to the food as he watched Eames with a small smile. "How long are we going to pretend to eat before heading back to the room," he asked, arching a brow. He wasn't hiding his desire, not in the least.

"I stopped being interested in food when you kissed me in the restroom," Eames sent him a wicked smile. "How long will you pretend to eat before we pay the bill and leave?"

He could tell that Arthur was just aroused as he was. Just as distracted. Bloody fuck that was intoxicating. Even more than the glasses of scotch they had been drinking.

He shouldn’t have laughed, shouldn’t have found it so entertaining, but he did. He couldn’t help himself. Sitting back in his seat, he raised his hand slightly. The waiter was there in an instant.

“I need our bill made to the junior tower suite, and send up a bottle of PJ,” he said with a smile. “Mr Eames,” he said, rising. “Shall we?”

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