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Eames is on the run for his life, and if this is really it, if his number really is about to be up, there’s one thing left on his to-do list: Arthur.

“What sort of plan is this, exactly?”

Arthur tugs the chenille blanket the rest of the way off Eames. “An efficient one.”

“Darling, only you could make that sound so delightfully sexy.”

Arthur pushes Eames’s thighs apart. Wide apart.

“Oh,” Eames says.

“Oh,” Arthur confirms, and slicks up his fingers.

I admit I engaged in some really violent kudos-button-mashing after every chapter of this fic. I am constantly thwarted by that thing. What would be really swell is if authors could have like a secret tally of how many times the button has been mashed, so they could bask in that glow.

Anyway, here’s some earnest Eames, and Arthur trying to make up his mind whether to fall for it, and much tenderness and banter and (as teased above) hot sex, by @kedgeree11.

Last Night on Earth – kedgeree