We all masturbate, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's also something most prefer to keep private. But sometimes, people forget to knock while we're in the middle of things, and awkwardness ensues.
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REACTIONS:
➊ EMBARRASSMENT Yeah, someone just caught you in a very private act and you kind of wish the ground would swallow you up. Now.
➋ ANGER How dare someone barge in on you without knocking! You'll give them a piece of your mind right now.
➌ EXCITEMENT/EXHIBITIONISM happens to be a major turn-on for you, so you'll just continue. Maybe even ask them to give you a hand, you never know...
➍ APATHY Big deal, it's not like they've been living in a bubble where they never knew masturbation existed, and if they were they had to find out about it sometime.
➎ SQUICK Either it was a family member who just walked in on you or you just feel so utterly dirty at having been caught doing something so personal.
➏ DELAYED reaction You didn't even notice they were there until after you finished.
➐ DERAILED REACTION Oh no you've been--what is that on their head? Wait, the world's ending now? D-did you just see that unicorn? Worry about being caught later, figure out what the hell is going on first.
➑ FRUSTRATION COME ON, EVERY TIME!
➒ RELIEF Thank GOODNESS someone came by! Otherwise you'd have had to stop and go grab that toy/pillow/remote for the annoying stereo yourself. Also they could maybe swap discs because this movie isn't really doing it for you. What do you mean it's inappropriate? It's not like you're asking them to watch.
[Any kind of scene would definitely be fine, especially with the job one. Because Eames would feel just fine with taking advantage of an empty warehouse lol.]
Atlanta, Georgia in the middle of summer wasn't Arthur's exact preferred climate but when he had a job, he had a job to do and that was that. Nearly everyone on their team had started dressing down once they got to work as to prevent heat stroke. The job was for some business CEO who was, as was usually the case in their line of business, looking for information regarding their competitors and their competitors sudden secrecy on project. It wasn't inception, thankfully, but it was a job.
They had all taken a break in well air conditioned locations (for Arthur, that meant his hotel room) before returning later in the afternoon once the worse of the heat was past them. He was just stepping foot into the warehouse with a waterbottle in hand to the warehouse with a water bottle in hand when he noticed Eames. It took just a second longer to realize just what he walked in on.
Eames was there with his pants open and his hand...
Well, fuck. That was a sight to walk in on.
He could turn back now but it wouldn't be much longer until the rest of the team showed up.
Arthur cleared his throat and arched a brow in his direction.
That awkward moment when I realize I wrote a fic like this
It was official. From now on Eames was going to demand that there was an air conditioner, or at the very least a fan, set up in every place they had to work in. Or, well, maybe that was a bit ridiculous. He would settle for a pool being close at hand, at the very least.
His hotel had an indoor pool just for this purpose, which suited him perfectly. It meant he was able to get his whole body cooled off in much quicker time than expected, so he got back to the warehouse earlier than expected.
How he wound up deciding to try for a quick wank once he realized that the whole place was completely empty... Well, did he need a reason? He'd always been a bit of an exhibitionist anyway and this was like being handed an opportunity on a silver platter.
Except for when he heard that pointed little sound that he could manage even when his mind was starting to cloud over.
A lesser man might have blushed, but Eames was a force onto himself so he didn't even bother tucking himself away. "Why hello there, darling. Like what you see?"
It really shouldn't have surprised Arthur all that much to catch Eames with his pants open and his hand on his cock but, walking into the warehouse, a place where they worked, was the last place Arthur typically thinks of catching anyone getting off.
But, this was Eames. Nothing should surprise him where the forger was concerned.
Of course he would ask something like that when he's caught with his pants down - figuratively and literally.
If his eyes lingered a little longer on his hand than what was proper between co-workers... Arthur cleared his throat and looked at him, completely blaming his flushed cheeks and neck on the heat.
"This is a place of business, Eames. Not your bedroom or bathroom or wherever else you get yourself off."
Eames wound up laughing despite himself. He would have figured that Arthur's mind would have immediately leaped towards private places, all with doors that could be locked. And, to be fair, there was an actual bathroom in the warehouse. But that just wouldn't be any fun.
"A temporary place of business. No telling how many times it will be changed hands."
He slid his hand back to the base, reminding himself that it would be completely inappropriate to come in front of Arthur. At least while the two of them were still fining out the details. And because only his mind could turn getting caught by Arthur into a turn on.
Despite himself, Arthur could feel the corner of his lips tug up a little.
"For the time being, it is a place of business," he said, his eyes glancing back down when Eames' hand slid down to the base. "Despite how temporary it may be."
Arthur cleared his throat again and looked away, adjusting his messenger bag on his shoulder. He shouldn't be wanting to look as much as he did. "I'm going to go pick up a coffee and leave you to...finish."
Eames very nearly let Arthur slip away. It was a rather appealing idea when one had the distraction he currently did. Still, even with such a thing tugging on his mind, he didn't miss the little look Arthur had gave before speaking. Not this time around at least.
He didn't quite succeed in keeping the amusement out of his voice. "But are you sure you want to leave, Arthur?"
He was probably tempting fate (or a punch in the face) by this point, but what was Eames if not a gambler?
Arthur had been ready to turn and walk out of the warehouse when Eames spoke. Fuck, but of course the forger was amused about this and seemed not at all bothered by
"Are you saying you want me here," he asked, with a raised eyebrow, his voice becoming a little rougher around the edges.
It was unprofessional to be sure and still, it was only a matter of short time before the rest of the team arrived.
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bakerstreet2013-06-25 08:28 pm
You will hear no complaints from me :D
<3 He totally would.
They had all taken a break in well air conditioned locations (for Arthur, that meant his hotel room) before returning later in the afternoon once the worse of the heat was past them. He was just stepping foot into the warehouse with a waterbottle in hand to the warehouse with a water bottle in hand when he noticed Eames. It took just a second longer to realize just what he walked in on.
Eames was there with his pants open and his hand...
Well, fuck. That was a sight to walk in on.
He could turn back now but it wouldn't be much longer until the rest of the team showed up.
Arthur cleared his throat and arched a brow in his direction.
That awkward moment when I realize I wrote a fic like this
His hotel had an indoor pool just for this purpose, which suited him perfectly. It meant he was able to get his whole body cooled off in much quicker time than expected, so he got back to the warehouse earlier than expected.
How he wound up deciding to try for a quick wank once he realized that the whole place was completely empty... Well, did he need a reason? He'd always been a bit of an exhibitionist anyway and this was like being handed an opportunity on a silver platter.
Except for when he heard that pointed little sound that he could manage even when his mind was starting to cloud over.
A lesser man might have blushed, but Eames was a force onto himself so he didn't even bother tucking himself away. "Why hello there, darling. Like what you see?"
LOL! Win! <3
But, this was Eames. Nothing should surprise him where the forger was concerned.
Of course he would ask something like that when he's caught with his pants down - figuratively and literally.
If his eyes lingered a little longer on his hand than what was proper between co-workers... Arthur cleared his throat and looked at him, completely blaming his flushed cheeks and neck on the heat.
"This is a place of business, Eames. Not your bedroom or bathroom or wherever else you get yourself off."
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"A temporary place of business. No telling how many times it will be changed hands."
He slid his hand back to the base, reminding himself that it would be completely inappropriate to come in front of Arthur. At least while the two of them were still fining out the details. And because only his mind could turn getting caught by Arthur into a turn on.
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"For the time being, it is a place of business," he said, his eyes glancing back down when Eames' hand slid down to the base. "Despite how temporary it may be."
Arthur cleared his throat again and looked away, adjusting his messenger bag on his shoulder. He shouldn't be wanting to look as much as he did. "I'm going to go pick up a coffee and leave you to...finish."
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He didn't quite succeed in keeping the amusement out of his voice. "But are you sure you want to leave, Arthur?"
He was probably tempting fate (or a punch in the face) by this point, but what was Eames if not a gambler?
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"Are you saying you want me here," he asked, with a raised eyebrow, his voice becoming a little rougher around the edges.
It was unprofessional to be sure and still, it was only a matter of short time before the rest of the team arrived.