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[01] Well, hello -- Criminal Minds for noc

Inception.

Arthur had said it couldn't be done and yet here he was, boarding a plane to Prague just hours after completing the unfathomable.

They had just barely scraped through, what with all of the last minute plan changes, and they wouldn't know for weeks whether the seed would take but so far it looked like it had and they were all alive. To be honest, it had been one of the most difficult jobs of Arthur's career and also the most eye opening experience he's had in a long time.

Once Cobb and Fischer Jr had left with their respective parties, Arthur had seen their forger and chemist off. They were a pair who defied the expectations of their profession openly admitted to being together and never working without the other to wherever it was that they would spend their fourth - fifth honeymoon. ("Cabo." "God no, remember last time?" "Nepal? You liked Nepal." "It wasn't Nepal that I liked so much as --" Anyway, you get the picture.)

Once he had seen them off, he watched Ariadne buy her ticket for her return trip to Paris (she did have classes to return to after all) and would be sure to keep in contact with the architect. She had promise and if she chose to continue in dream share, she should work with some of the best.

As for Arthur himself, he booked the first flight he could to Prague. He had a safe house there and he could take a little time off to relax, study what Fischer did and check in with Cobb to see how he and the children were adjusting. He would never work with the extractor again unless in dire circumstances but the whole point was getting him back home to his children. As far as Arthur saw it, he had done just that.

He didn't normally indulge in first class seating when leaving a job - it could draw too much attention but for a fourteen hour flight, after just getting off of a long flight, he didn't feel like sitting in cramped corners with a child on one side and one behind him kicking his chair. At least in first class, that was bound to happen less. For now, it appeared that the chair next to him was empty and he was a little thankful for that. Perhaps he'd get a little sleep after all - well, eventually. Once the adrenaline of what he just helped accomplished wore off.

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Tuck jerked at that, not very subtle in the fact that his head snapped up, looking around to see what Arthur was talking about. "Wait, what? Huh?" Confusion creased his brow. "Wait, you're playing me, right?" Truth was, in Tuck's mind, he had to be.

"Shame life doesn't always play along," he said softly, shaking his head to get rid of it. "But that's not here and now, is it?"

He hadn't really expected Tuck to have taken him seriously and couldn't help but bite down on his smile. "yI was kidding - joking around," he admitted. "I'd want to go with you."

He nodded silently. "No, it isn't - here and now is talking to this very cute man sitting next to me and planning out some future dates." Which, to be honest, he still wasn't fully expecting to happen - being a realist and knowing how busy his schedule can be. Still, he would like to go out once with him. He was so different then any of the men or women he came across and interacted with. He was -- well, he was sweet and endearing.

Ducking his head, Tuck actually blushed. "Right. Got it," he muttered, looking embarrassed though he offered a smile to the other man.

"Oh? Is that what life is? Well then. I think that's a pretty good part of life to have," he said, recovering himself fairly quickly. "Do tell, what kind of dates do you normally go on?"

Arthur felt himself grin. "Least right now it is," he admitted with a little shrug, keeping his gaze on the man sitting next to him. He paused and tilted his head. "I don't normally date," he said, giving him the honest truth about that. He didn't normally do dates - one night stands, yeah when he could do it but honest to god dates? Those were very few and very far between. "I think I enjoy the ones where dinner is involved and we do something like going to a gun range or paint ball or dancing." And preferably in places where he wasn't a wanted man.

"At all," he asked, arching a brow. Leave it to Tuck to focus on that and not even get the least bit distracted. He definitely wanted to know how that was. "At all? Work? Don't date much," he asked, arching a brow.

He leaned in a bit closer to him. "And what means that I'm different if you don't do dating," he asked, liking being near to him.

"I think we should do all of those. After all, we both have to have dinner on different days, don't we?"

He tilted his head. "Think the last real date I went on was...a year, two years ago?" He turned from Tuck's gaze with a chuckle before looking at him again - leave it to him to ask those questions of course. "A mixture of both but mostly it's work," he admitted, giving a little shrug. "One night stands I've done but nothing that's an actual honest to god date."

When Tuck leaned in closer to him, Arthur allowed his eyes to be drawn over the man's lips and back to his eyes. He rather liked the closeness of him. He didn't know why this man was so different than all the rest. Maybe because he was endearing and charming and Arthur was just at that right moment where he was ready to have a little fun for himself. "Let's just say that I have recently come off of a long project and I'm ready to enjoy myself -- my life." And the possibility of falling into limbo -- well that may have had a large part in it too.

Arthur chuckled and nodded his head. "Course, we do have to eat," he said, giving him a broad grin.

All of this was madness, Tuck knew that. He was flirting with a stranger. A stranger that was male to boot. He hadn’t indulged like that since he was barely out of school but there was something about it that felt positively… freeing. Not that it wasn’t something he could have done before but with all he’d been enduring, the son he felt he had nearly lost, and all that came between, to have this time when he could. Soon enough he’d be back with the Bureau and his life and who knew where this could go then.

He caught that shift in Arthur’s gaze though, smiling as he wriggled over to be as close as he might with the arm rests and the first class seating and all.

“I’m ready for us to enjoy your life too,” he said, turning up the flirtations as best he could. In all honest, he left the serious flirting to FDR but in this instance, he was willing to try. More than willing to try.

“I just want you to know, that I’m thinking about what it would be like to kiss you too,” he said, making that assumption and hoping his intuitive leap wasn’t off.

Arthur watched as Tuck moved in so he could be as close as he could despite the distance between them with the armrests. His eyebrows rose a little at Tuck's comment about the both of them sharing his life. When he thought about it though, he wasn't exactly put off by it. "We do have a few dates planned already to look forward to," he mused with a little smile, finding himself leaning in a little closer to him in return.

"Yeah," he asked, glancing back at his lips before deciding to take a chance. After all, it was worth a shot. Arthur leaned in further, giving Tuck plenty of time to duck away before pressing a kiss to his lips. The last person he had kissed was Ariadne in the dream and that really had only been to distract the projections and okay, test the waters a little bit as well.

"We do. I plan to have dates from you before we land. I mean the actual physical dates. Are they physical," he asked, though the words trailed off as Arthur leaned in closer.

Then their lips were touching and they were kissing and Tuck realized he'd lost all ability to think. At least not about anything but Arthur. The way his lips felt against Tuck's, the soft shush of his breath.

Without thinking, his hand came up to cup the back of the other man's head. Kissing him a bit deeper, tongue sweeping over his bottom lip with a groan. They were on a plane. In public. He was forgetting that a bit.

He had, maybe, on some level, expected Tuck to have pulled away and put an end to the kiss but he hadn't. In fact, Tuck had taken it a step further. Arthur made a soft noise and leaned in closer, opening his mouth up to that seeking tongue. Oh, that was good. He lifted his hand and cupped the back of his partner's head, threading his fingers into his hair.

Airplane. Public. He was okay with kissing in public like this. Especially right now -- this kissing with Tuck, yeah he was more than okay with this.

They'd just met and that was part of why it felt okay. Who knew where it could go or what could change but until then, they had this. A kiss. Plans for a date. Not to mention the way Arthur responded. It was enough to make him whimper. The sound, the feel of his hand.

Tuck barely broke the kiss with a groan. "Yeah, public. Remind me of that."

Despite himself, Arthur groaned when Tuck broke the kiss and opened his eyes to look at him then Tuck's lips before returning his gaze to the man's eyes. "Public - we're on an airplane," he said with a little quirk of his lips before he leaned in that little distance between them so he could press another slow kiss to Tuck's lips. They felt so soft and firm and perfect against his lips. And now, they had another several hours before they landed and would go their separate ways but at least they had this, for now.

Oh but that was charming, at least to Tuck. Acknowledging that truth, remembering where they were, and Arthur didn't seem to care. He liked that. He liked knowing he still waned to kiss him though someone could have been watching them.

And someone was.

There was a clearing of a throat and then a perky voice.

"Gentleman, I'm sorry to bother you but the gentlemen two rows back wanted me to bring you this," she said, holding two crystals flutes and a bottle of champagne.

Arthur pulled back when he heard someone clear their throat then looked up at the stewardess. Oh. Shit. He cleared his throat and looked at the bottle of champagne in her hands with the two crystal flutes. "Who," he said before he could help it and sat up so he could turn and see who she was speaking about. The men sent him a little wave before they returned to what they were doing. He nodded slowly and settled into his seat again and glanced at Tuck with a little grin. Well, that had never happened to him before.

"Tell them thank you," he said with a quirk to his lips, wondering if he should trust it - it was easy to poison and drug bottles of wine. He hadn't recognized the men but that didn't mean anything. While inwardly he debated taking it, outwardly he held his hand out for one of the flutes to rest on his tray. It didn't hurt having it on his tray.

Oh but Tuck was grinning. It was a huge, wide smile. He was loving this. He grinned, accepting the bottle and glasses. "Thank them so much for us," he said with a smile. Looking to Arthur. "Wasn't that a charming offer," he said, moving to try and lower the table with the glasses in hand. "Please, help me," he murmured.

Still smiling because this was darling and sweet. He leaned over to Arthur. "They think we're a couple, Darling, and open about it," he admitted. "I saw them whispering earlier and it was... intimate."

He had to admit, the unadulterated happy look on Tuck's face was nice. More than nice, actually. It was, well, it made Arthur even more a little bigger. In his line of work, unless you were close to a person, you usually only saw the surface of a person - the mask that you wanted people to see. He was perhaps one of the most guilty of doing just that but this -- was refreshing. Everything about Tuck was refreshing. "It was," he agreed with a larger smile and brought the tray down in front of Tuck.

Arthur chuckled and looked at him. "Yeah, they do," he said with a smile. It didn't escape his notice that this time Tuck had used the 'Darling' endearment but he didn't comment on it. "They're a handsome couple."

So much of Tuck's life was games and masks. He didn't want one now. He did it for a living and now he just wanted to be with someone and talk to them and be himself. If they avoided work talk, then he could avoid all the other talk that meant more masks and hiding. This though, this was being himself and he loved it.

"Not as handsome as you are," he noted, moving to open the bottle. "I guess we're not done with champagne, are we?"

And he realized he didn't mind that, just so long as they still had this time.

"So, where were we before finding out how tasty you are?"

Arthur ducked his head with a pretty wide grin. "No, doesn't look like we are," he said, facing Tuck as he rests his head on his chair. He knew, if anyone who knew him saw him now, they wouldn't even know what to do with the look on his face. He was enjoying himself - enjoying his time with this man who he had only just met within the last few hours. It was more emotion than he'd ever shown anyone else with the exception of Mal.

He felt a flush creep up his neck as he grinned. "Can't remember," he said. "Though, I think you mentioned something about dates."

Pouring them both a class, he moved to balance the the bottle between his feet as he was careful with his own glass. He lightly clinked his to Arthur's, smiling just at the look on his face. Especially that beautiful, wonderful look on his face.

"You look fantastic when you blush like that," he admitted. "I think it's because you have this air about you that makes you look so... together," he teased. "FDR has that look so I know it. Even in jeans and a tee shirt. Me I look like I dressed in the dark sometime."

He took a sip from his glass after the light clinking of glasses and kept his eyes on Tuck. Arthur licked his lips and sat the glass down on his tray. "I think you're a little biased," he supplied with a teasing little grin. He'd insist that he didn't blush but he didn't and instead took Tuck's compliment for what it was.

For a moment, Arthur allowed his eyes to trail over Tuck as he hummed. "I don't know, you seem like the type of man who could pull off anything - even if it wasn't exactly the most eye catching."

"Not exactly the most eye catching." He couldn't help himself. He laughed at that, definitely seeming to enjoy the way that sounded. "That's good. I think that is the kindest thing you've ever said," he admitted. "Or anyone about my fashion."

Adding the last since they only just met. "But thank you. I like to think I can handle anything."

Arthur laughed and turned away for a moment as he picked up his glass again. "I like to think I've said a lot of kind things so far," he smirked a little, keeping his gaze on Tuck as he took another sip of his champagne. "I think I forgot to mention how great of a kisser you are though, because there's definitely that too."

"You're welcome," he said, his lips curling up into a smile.

Tuck considered that, watching Arthur with a look that could only be described as wicked. His tongue brushed along the edge of the glass before he took a sip. Still he stared at the other man before leaning closer to him.

"Wait until I'm not worried about being watched... or arrested," he murmured.

"I'm waiting," he said equally as softly back and allowed his eyes to trail over him before settling in his seat.

After that they spent the next several hours drinking, eating bad airplane food and talking. Arthur hardly ever slept and although he had slept ten hours prior on the Inception job right before he got on the plane to Prague, he hadn't truly slept for at least twenty four hours it felt like. He'd have time though once they landed and he headed to his safe house. Only, Tuck wouldn't be there and despite himself and all logical reason, he'd miss his company even though they had only known each other for a handful of hours.

"The captain has asked you to return to your seats, fasten your seat-belts and return your trays to their up right position in preparation for landing. It is currently three in the afternoon, local time. Thank you for flying with us and enjoy your time in Prague."

Arthur turned to look at Tuck with a little grin. He was at a loss on how to handle this - not normally the type to have something like this happen to. They had exchanged numbers half way through the flight after realizing there was no use denying that they would at least try to make time for a date when they had the time. "Have to say, this has been one of the most interesting flights that I've had lately."

At the announcement, Tuck started moving. Organizing the empty bottles and glasses, and handing them to the flight attendant as she came through. Settling in for the landing, glancing at Arthur because he didn't like this ending thing. He hadn't thought that far ahead to where kisses and everything else went when the plane landed.

"So... If you have the time, why not have dinner tomorrow," he asked, not sure he would agree to it, but he was willing to try. "You can contact me if you want. No pressure," he assured him, blushing and ducking his head.

[01] Well, hello -- Criminal Minds for noc

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He may just be a tiny bit paranoid at first. /ahem

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