Art Hibernation Ends Now

His thighs parted easily when Dick's pushed between them, despite their insincere little tiff.

"Go ahead. You know where the door is."

Complete bull, but he wasn't going to be the one to crack. Nu-uh.

Dick narrowed his eyes.

He slowly rubbed between Fleck's legs with his thigh. With glee, he noted that he was much harder than him.

(But, to be fair, he did have a head start with his very innocent sneak attack.)

"Fine. I'll just go back to sleep then."

With that, he turned over, closed his eyes, and hoped his boyfriend would be quick to be on him.

They were both equally stubborn. He refused to be the first to one crack over this. Again.

His teeth sank into his lower lip again, and his hips shifted slightly against Dick's thigh.

But when Dick pulled away and turned over, Fleck felt his own pride bubbling.

He, too, rolled over and laid with his back to Dick. "Fine, Night."

There was no chance in Hell that he was going to go back to sleep, but he wasn't giving in.

Dick let out a huff when his boyfriend didn't follow him as he hoped.

"Night."

It wasn't said with full of love. It was said with another stubborn huff.

He closed his eyes, but couldn't sleep. No way in hell. Not when he was so turned on.

But he was too embarrassed to start touching himself, while he could still feel Fleck pressed against his back.

Fleck was stubborn and patient, two attributes that were a dangerous combination when working together.

He'd dealt with blueballs so often now that he was pretty good at just soldiering on.

He could do it now just fine. At least, he hoped he could.

He didn't want to be the one to crack first.

Dick laid there for as long as he could. For a while with his eyes closed. Then with them open, looking under the bed.

A stray thought went through his head that they needed to hoover under there. His eyes landed on the box that Fleck kept. His thought process, inevitably, turned back to his boyfriend and that their backs were still touching and he was still half-hard.

He shifted a little, the fabric against him causing some friction. He bit his lip.

No, he refused to jump his boyfriend. He was going to remain strong.

While Dick was struggling with the impasse, Fleck was using the time to plan out what he needed to catch up on, making a sort of list.

He needed to check in with family, and make sure they all knew he was okay and back to being social again.

He needed to check in with friends for the same reason.

Going for a run, or sparring with Leo wouldn't go amiss either, that was for sure.

Dick tried to focus his mind on something. Anything. But it kept going back to the inevitable: Fleck.

It has been too long. A whole week, in fact. Far too long to go without them touching each other. It was borderline torture knowing that his boyfriend was naked and hard and neither of them was doing anything about it. Simply because they were both, admittedly, too stubborn.

He clicked his tongue. Drummed his finger. Then let out a huff of begrudged defeat.

He turned, pulling on Fleck's shoulder to push him onto his back, and kissed him.

He probably needed to make a run to the pet store. Margie could probably do with some more worms.

A trip out to pick up some more wax was much needed, too.

A smirk curled his lips when Dick dragged him over onto his back. He pressed up into the kiss more than eagerly, hands finding Dick's hips.

"Hi." He couldn't help his grin.

"Stop looking so smug," he said with a smile of his own.

He kissed the tip of Fleck's nose, nudging his thigh back between Fleck's legs. His own hands cupped Fleck's jaw, feeling the bristles.

"Am I looking smug?" he asked in that too-innocent voice.

He legs parted again for Dick's thigh, and his thumbs ran over his hips, pushing under the shirt he was wearing to stroke bare skin.

His grin widened as he continued to look up at Dick, waiting for his boyfriend to make his move.

He hummed, eyes momentarily closing when Fleck's hands pushed up under his shirt. He lazily and slowly rolled his hips forward.

He looked back down at the wide grin on his boyfriend's face.

"Annoyingly so."

He tilted Fleck's head up and kissed the exposed neck.

He would have mockingly apologised, but Dick tilting his chin back like that killed any words on his tongue.

He let out a quiet breath, not quite a moan, when Dick's lips pressed against his neck.

His heartbeat jumped, and his mind raced.

He noted the subtle change in Fleck, and his lips twitched up into a smile. No, a smirk.

His lips parted, and it was now a little too devious to be a kiss. Simultaneously, he rolled his hips again in the same lazy and slow movement. Then again. A shudder passed through him.

Lip's pulled from the tanned skin with a wet sound, and they briefly passed back over Fleck's lips.

"Not looking so smug now."

"Mmm, no," he agreed.

His grip on Dick's hips tightened.

"I'm gonna bet I look turned on, 'cause my gremlin boyfriend is grinding against me and sucking at my neck."

His nails scraped over cool flesh, leaving faint red marks.

The smile that was on Dick's face dropped, and his mouth formed an O as he felt blunt nails drag over his skin. Letting out a shuddering breath, his hips rolled more purposefully.

"That was the look I was going for."

He didn't give Fleck a chance to be a smartass back at him as he leaned in for a long and unrushed kiss. Which still wasn't perfectly innocent.

His hands moved down to Fleck's chest. In their wake, he left his own ten, faint red marks.

Two can play at that game.

During the kiss, Fleck nipped at Dick's lower lip, teasing it until it began to swell a little.

He inhaled sharply into the kiss, jerking and back arching as nails scraped over his skin.

"Shit," he breathed into Dick's mouth, grip tightening on his hips again.

Dick breathed heavily, still butting Fleck's nose as he licked his swollen lip. Dropped back down for another kiss. The slowness and his unhurried pace thrown out of the window. For the moment at least.

He smoothed his cool hands over the faint red marks. Then towards Fleck's sides, and dragged his nails back down in a much sharper movement.

The more frantic kiss bought a more frantic response from Fleck. The fingers of one hand weaved through Dicks messy hair, gripping it tight as they kissed.

His body gave an almost violent jerk as sharp nails ran punishingly down his sides.

The noise he gave wasn't all that pained, though.

His hips pressed down, seeking out friction against Dick's thigh.

Dick let out a noise of his own when his hair was tugged on and he felt the body jerk sharply under him.

His hips rolled down willingly. He could feel his boyfriend against his thigh, his own larger thigh between his legs, with only the fabric of his sweatpants between them.

He pushed up against the hand on his head, then took off his shirt. It was unceremoniously chucked behind him, and their bodies were pressed back together again.

His lips eagerly found Fleck's for another deep kiss.

When Dick pushed up against his hand, he didn't quite get the message until Dick was peeling his shirt - his shirt - upwards. Fleck's hands dropped to clumsily grip the shirt and help Dick divest himself of it.

When Dick leaned down to kiss him again, Fleck shifted, pushing himself, and Dick into a more vertical position. He sat with his legs stretched out in front of him, and Dick knelt, straddling one of his large thighs.

Hands found DIck's hips again and he groaned, once again nipping at Dick's swollen lower lip.

Dick let out another small breathless moan as his lip was nipped at. His body continuously rocking against Fleck.

He placed one hand on the back of Fleck's head, fingers knotting in the loose hair. The other found a place on Fleck's ribs, his thumb repetitively stroking over a nipple.

His head tipped back a little when Dick's hand cupped the back of it. The movement exposed his throat.

The move was actually quite intentional on Fleck's part. Usually it wasn't, but right now the main thought in his head, that he was kind of worried about bringing to his tongue, was 'bite me.'

He hoped Dick would read the request in his body language rather than need a verbal prompt.

Dick didn't miss the intentional move. He ducked his head and his lips met the sensitive skin of Fleck's neck but didn't didn't wholly get what Fleck wanted.

His teeth were used as nothing more than to lightly scrape at Fleck's skin and assist his lips and tongue. Despite his desperate need and want, he was still consciously aware of the two sharp points in his mouth. He didn't want to accidentally cut Fleck. Again.

His heartbeat leapt in anticipation, and his breath hitched.

But, after a moment of gentle scraping, his breath left him. His fingers weaved into Dick's hair again, and he pressed lightly against the back of his head, pushing him closer to his throat.

Maybe a little nudge - literally - in the right direction would help him along.