[C] Pebbles

His hands stilled in Dick's hair, and he pushed eagerly into the deep kiss, running a thumb over Dick's cheek.

"Good," he replied, blinking slowly. "It'd be kinda awkward if the guy I loved this much didn't adore me, y'know? Lean back a little."

He carefully washed out the conditioner, then spent some time just running his fingers through Dick's wet hair. Like this, he could see the actual length of it. That was usually disguised with the sheer amount of curl and frizz in Dick's hair. It was actually pretty long. Longer than he thought it was.

When he had had his fill of running his fingers through Dick's soft hair, he reached for the shampoo bottle and began working shampoo into his own hair.

He grinned as he leant back.

Once Fleck was done with his hair he ran his fingers through it. He made a small sound when he found it was softer. Not that he was going to admit that to Fleck. He may adore him, but he wasn't going to admit he was wrong about just using soup.

"Can I?" He asked, hands already up to Fleck's shoulders.

Fleck's eyes cracked open at the question and he blinked for a moment.

"Yeah, sure." He hadn't expected Dick to ask. He'd showed with people before and most the time they hadn't want to do it for him. He just went on the assumption that most people didn't now.

But he hunched over to give Dick better access to all of his hair.

His hands reached up and his message his fingers into the scalp. Copying his movements from earlier, before he bit into Fleck's lip when he threatened to fall asleep on him.

Happily, he would stand there for as long as his boyfriend wanted or until his fingers cramped.

He was all too relaxed when Dick bit his lip. He inhaled sharply through his nose, eyes snapping open.

"You'll be the death of me," he muttered, leaning forwards to capture Dick's lips in a kiss. Really, his boyfriend did torture him.

He certainly wasn't going to make Dick stop, though. The feeling of fingers running over his scalp and through his hair was heaven. He wasn't going to have him stop. Not a chance.

Dick laughed into the kiss. His fingers continued rubbing at the scalp, letting his boyfriend relax into his hands.

"I think we are going to have to wash it out now, or I might accidently cause early signs of balding," he teased.

"Massaging your head is supposed to promote hair growth, not make it fall out."

But he moved under the spray and began rinsing his hair out.

"Now, let's see if you learned anything in conditioning 101," he teased with a twinkle in his eye.

Dick flicked his eyes up at his boyfriend's teasing.

"It's just like shampooing, but less foamy and and more greasy feeling."

But it did make his hair wonderfully soft. His fingers ran through his et hair again, marvelling it.

He picked up the conditioner and turned it in his hands.

"How much of this do I need?" he asked, accidently echoing his words earlier in the bedroom.

"Not a lot. Here." He took the bottle, and squeezed a decent portion into Dick's palm.

"Now just run it through my hair, working downwards," He instructed, drawing his hair over one broad shoulder, squeezing out the water as he did so.

Dick started from the top and worked his way down, as instructed. He still wasn't a fan of the greasy texture, but it did make it easier for him to comb his fingers through Fleck's hair.

Once he felt he fully coated the hair, he shoved his hands under the running water to clean them off.

"Have I mastered the using the conditioner?"

"Mmm," he hummed as he thought. "You've gone from complete noob to beginner level, young conditioning padawan," he finally answered.

He leaned forwards for a kiss.

"Now, time to get busy with the scrub."

He unhooked a brightly coloured ball of netted material and held it up between them. "I'll scrub your back if you scrub mine."

Dick leaned up too quickly steal another kiss.

"Since I just conditioned your hair, you can wash my back first."

Pulling the surprisingly long strands forward, he turned around so his back faced Fleck.

He lathered up the scrub and ran it gently over Dick's neck, shoulders and back, moving lower and lower.

His lips found Dick's shoulder as he worked down his back. His lips ran over the wet skin, leaving little kisses, then he nibbled along it, leaving little red marks.

Dick hummed contently as Fleck washed his back with the scrub.

"I could get used to this," he murmured, as Fleck ran kisses along his shoulder.

It lifted as teeth scraped into it. His breathing shuddered.

"Yeah?"

Both his hands slid around to rest on Dick's stomach. One stroked up and down with light touches, while the other began to scrub gently at his stomach and hip, slowly moving upwards.

The more he worked, the more it felt like an embrace.

"So could I."

Dick's hands rested lightly onto on Fleck's wrist. The touches firm enough not to tickle, but light enough to make his muscles quiver, and send little shivers running through him.

His head tilted back onto Fleck's shoulder as he leant into his embrace, wet hair plastering tanned skin

Teeth drew his bottom lip between his teeth as he felt the familiar pool of heat between his legs.

Fleck's did give a little shiver at the wet touch on his wrist, drawing Dick's back against his front.

He buried his face in Dick's neck, allowing a little chuckle.

"You really are insatiable. Trying to make up for the last millennia now that you've got someone?" he teased in a breath in his ear, before drawing the pierced earlobe into his mouth.

The tip of his tongue played with the piercing gently as he gave a small suck.

Even under the heat of the shower, a shiver ran down his spine as Fleck chuckled and murmured in his ear.

"Shut it- ah."

His chest rose sharply as unexpected lips wrapped around his ear. His hands tightened on the wrists. Then loosened them again when he accidentally held their movement for a few seconds.

"You started it."

He chuckled slightly, blowing warm air over Dick's damp skin, then let his tongue trace the shell of Dick's ear slowly.

"I did," he agreed cheerfully, arms tightening around Dick's waist, hips pressing into his lower back. A sharp nip at Dick's ear. A purposeful jerk of his hips so Dick could feel his cock caught between their bodies. A challenge whispered in his ear.

"What are you going to do about it?"

A light kiss brushed Dick's cheek.

Dick leant back heavily into Fleck as the shell of his ear was teased. Then gasped. Fleck's cock slide along his back and his ear stung.

"You started it-" A hand curved around his back, the tips of fingers found Fleck's length and glided teasingly up the underside, thumb feeling the slit "You can finish it." He dropped his hand to Fleck's thigh.

He grinned at the gasp, but that grin faded quickly when knuckled brushed over his hips and fingers teased at his cock.

Fleck inhaled sharply when a thumb pressed over the head of his cock, and his grip tightened on his boyfriend. You're gonna kill me, he thought, not for the first time tonight.

You started it, you can finish it.


He dropped to his knees and pressed his face between Dick's cheeks, tongue passing over his entrance once before turning him around by his hips, easy to do with the floor slick as it was, and herded him back against the wall.

His lips pressed to his thigh, tongue tracing the ink on it, then his lips, tongue and teeth moved upwards. He paused at the crease of Dick's thigh, looking upwards as one hand holding his hips slid downwards, holding Dick's cock to his cheek.

His eyes were burning, his lust thick, as he nipped the patch of his skin at his mouth one last time before pulling back just enough to take him into his mouth. 

He savoured the taste as he always did, eyes falling shut.

The little smirk on his lips was wiped off as he gasped. He arched as Fleck slid his tongue between his cheeks.

Before he could process what had happened, he was turned and his back hit the cool shower wall. Pale fingers scraped desperately over the smooth tiles, then threaded into hem in Fleck's hair, his grip tight.

The inked skin of his thigh shuddered when Fleck's tongue, lips and teeth followed the pattern he traced so many times himself. His hips bucked against Fleck's hand as his cock was brought between hand and cheek.

He swore when teeth scraped the sensitive skin. He swore again, louder when Fleck took him in between his lips. His head thudded back against the tiles, mouth parted as he panted. Fangs clearly on show.

It wasn't hot water that made him dizzy. His whole body thrummed, hot, his pulse pounding.

The initial shock passed and his head dropped back down to watch Fleck hotly take him. His hips rolled at the sight.

Dick's reactions were glorious.

The sharp tugs to his hair, the loud moans and the attempted muffled cursing. The way his hips jerked, making his throat spasm around him as he fought off a little gag.

It was all a beautiful sight to behold, and he in wonder over the fact that he was the one drawing these reactions.

He started off slow, teasing and sucking just barely, wanting to drag every last moan and whimper from his boyfriend's body.

But when he felt the water begin to cool to what most people thought was a reasonable temperature, he threw himself into the act, to pushing Dick to come quickly.

The slow start, the teasing, the very little pressure; it drove him mad. He writhed under Fleck's mouth, desperately rolling his hips for more.

Then all of a sudden, there was more.

The shower only just drowned out his moans and swears before he pulled in one more gasp and curled around Fleck as he came. He footing slipped a little as he did.

His back slapped against the wall as he panted, red-faced. Strands of hair stuck to his face.

What happened after Dick came happened in a second. Him slipping, Fleck reaching out to steady him with a laugh, and that laugh causing him to choke and splutter, and cum dripped down his chin.

He pressed his forehead against Dick's hip, sniggering for a moment.

Then he pulled back, giving Dick's thigh a little slap. "Now you can scrub my back," he chuckled, standing up.

His first point of call was washing his face off under the hot stream of water.