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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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?”

Eames arched an eyebrow with a smirk tugging on his lips before he too stood from his seat. He lifted his jacket from his chair and nodded. "Yes, darling, after you," he gave him a wicked look before allowing Arthur to walk ahead of him and following him out of the restaurant.

He strolled out, moving easily through the tablet. Once outside the restaurant though, he turned and waited for Eames. The moment he passed the door, Arthur offered his hand, just to see what Eames would do.

That and he liked the idea of being able to touch him more.

Eames was frankly a little surprised when Arthur offered his hand to him once they left the restaurant. He glanced at his hand before looking at Arthur then decided to take that a step further and slid his arm around the lean point man. If his hand slid a little lower to his hip, well... that was exactly what he meant to do.

They were taking their time, one upping each other at every turn. He was liking how it was going though. It felt good having that heavy arm around him, that broadness of his shoulders pressed close.

Arthur slid his arm around Eames' waist, up and under his jacket, before dipping his fingers to hook his thumb in the waistband of his trousers.

As with everything when it came to their relationship, there was always a push and pull, a show of one up man ship. This time, Eames found himself enjoying it. He figured it wouldn't be them if it was easy and there wasn't that push and pull. Eames' lips curled up when Arthur's arm slid around him and his finger hooked into his belt loop. Oh, he liked that.

"Do you have a special entrance to your suite or the regular elevator?"

His fingers brushed over the expensive fabric of Eames' trousers, guiding them through the lobby.

"Actually not the open elevator," he admitted, moving to a flat panel in the wall with a code pad beside it. He punched in a code and the private elevator door slid open without a sound.

"After you."

Eames' fingers weren't any less busy than Arthur's were. In fact, as they walked, Eames had slipped his thumb inside the waistband of Arthur bespoke trousers and allowed him to guide them.

He made a impressed noise before walking into the private elevator with the point man, not for one minute removing his arm. "Impressive," he mused, giving Arthur a smirk.

"I suspect it was meant to be. Impressive, that is," he said with a nod. "I know the owner wanted me impressed. Why this whole place is my playground," he admitted, shrugging one shoulder. All that tried to train others made their livings in differing ways.

The moment the doors closed, he turned in to Eames, leaning in to kiss him once more. Hard and heavy, wanting more.

"Then it looks like I'm just going to have to help you use this place to it's fullest advantage," Eames sent him an amused grin as the doors shut. He wasn't surprised when at once, Arthur's lips were on his own. In fact, he had been anticipating it and if Arthur hadn't been there first, Eames surely would have made the first move. He back Arthur up against the glass panel of the elevator and returned the hard kiss, his hand tightening on the point man's hip.

In for a penny, in for a pound. They had made it clear over their abandoned meal just where this was going to go the moment they were alone. That they weren’t entirely alone, likely under security cameras and who knew what other means of watching them, didn’t seem to matter. It definitely didn’t matter to Arthur. All he cared about was the way that broad, hard body felt pining him to the wall of the elevator.

His arms twined around the forger’s neck, jerking him closer as he arched to press against him. Already he was imagining how it would be to have him naked, though those thoughts shouldn’t be for there in the elevator. Even if they were. “I plan,” he murmured between kiss, drawing a ragged breath. “To be certain to take fullest advantage of you.”

Eames moved in closer to the slighter point man and nudged a knee between Arthur's legs with a growl. It was addicting to be this close to Arthur their their bodies pressed together and tasting Arthur on his tongue. "I should hope so," he murmured gruffly between their kisses, his breathing rugged as he pressed his knee up against that hardening bulge in his trousers.

It wasn't a common thing for Arthur. He normally didn't writhe and make out with nearly anyone, especially not in public. This though, this he wouldn't resist. He wanted to feel him, shifting to grind himself against Eames' thigh.

"Might have to use this elevator later," he said as it dinged, doors opening at his floor.

It wasn't a very common thing for Eames either but he wasn't going to deny himself this. Especially since Arthur wasn't exactly complaining either. When the elevator dinged and stopped, he groaned and pulled his mouth away from Arthur's and pressed a biting kiss to his jaw. "I think so," he said, voice thick and taking on a growling edge.

"Damn timing," he groaned, but he straightened his tie and tugged on his jacket and took a deep breath. "Come on then. We should... this should be in the room," he said with a nod, sliding his arm around Eames once more.

The door opened to his penthouse, an exquisite affair over looking the city and the manmade lake below that had been around them while they ate.

Eames took a step back from Arthur and straightened his shirt and jacket, silently taking a calming breath. He nodded and slid his arm around Arthur in return. He stepped into the penthouse and took a looked around. It was exceptionally nice, as to be expected. "With all of this space and opulence, I'm surprised you don't have access to your very own pool," Eames smirked, looking at Arthur. And if they did, well skinny dipping would definitely have to be in the cards.

He chuckled, closing the door and pushing a button beside it. The result was the blinds opening, all the way around two walls, and showing the city below them all twinkling and bright.

"Oh, you mean the one on the roof," he asked, arching a brow. "This is Dubai. Do you think they skimp on anything. Why I do like taking jobs here." Even if he didn't much to do with those he worked for.

"No, they don't skimp out on anything, do they," Eames mused, walking over to the windows and looked over the city down below. Despite himself, although not unwanted, Eames couldn't help but imagine himself fucking Arthur against the windows or even Arthur fucking him against the windows. He had to admit, both had such high appeal to him.

"You realize that this means we will have to go skinny dipping at least three times," he said, glancing over his shoulder to look at Arthur with an amused smirk. Yes, he did pull that number out randomly, thank you.

“One of the few places where I never feel they do anymore,” he admitted, undoing his tie and pulling it off with a slithering sound and tossing it onto a table. “But people pay the price for it, so why shouldn’t they have it all?”

Of course, that was said by the man that wasn’t paying a dime for it, even if he had worked hard for that privilege. Both in building his reputation and while in Dubai itself.

“At least three,” he repeated, a questioning lilt on the end. “Is there a reason for that many times? Something planned for each,” he asked, hanging his jacket on the back of a chair.

Eames could certainly understand that and nodded his head in agreement. "Exactly," he said and turned to face the point man. "It's like with my business, hm? You pay for what what you get - you pay for cheap shite from down the corner, you don't know what the hell you're putting into your body. But you pay for something a little better, a little cleaner and you can be rest assured a good trip and no side helping of rat poison."

He leaned against the window and found himself looking the point man over slowly. He too had worked hard to get where he was - not only in his business dealings as Clarkie but as a forger as well. Jobs that had gone well, jobs that had gone to shite and a half faster than one could say 'run.'

He smirked. "It was a truly random number that popped into my head, I admit," he said and straightened before starting to undo his jacket and shrugging out of it.

"One day, when we're not both thinking about the pool, I do want to talk to you about your business. The one I just learned about and not the one that I've enjoyed for years, even if we did fight a lot," He said with a chuckle, undoing the top button on his shirt.

"But that can wait. Also, maybe just once, if we get in enough trouble for it," he said, certainly not sounding like himself but a bit more like the man he'd been.

Dinner in Dubai - For Clarkie

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Just noticing that I do love abusing that gray suit icon. <3

I hit random icon most of the time >.>

I do too usually!! :D

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