Ora Pattiniamo [C]

The rough stubble against his skin was better, but it was wasn't what he wanted.

He wanted to scream.

"I shouldn't have made you come," he hissed.

Fleck let out a breathy chuckle.

His lips pressed to Dick's neck a few times again.

"Hindsight," was all he said.

Dick was going to hiss at him but he heard the door answer again. No chit chatter, just a lonely footsteps.

His lips thin and with a frustrated frown on his face, he spun them both as quietly as he could, so his back was against the wall. Hands firmly on Fleck's shoulders, he pushed down on them so his knees had no choice but to buckle if he resisted.

Fleck fell just as silent when he heard the door swing open.

He licked his lips when they were spun and he was pushed down to his knees.

He looked up at Dick, lips curling upwards into a little smirk as he sat back on his heels.

Dick wanted to retract his thoughts from earlier. Fleck's didn't look good with a smirk.

Frown deepening he tried to wait until the man had gone about his business, but it seemed any anyone that came in here wanted to linger.

Frustration overwhelming him, he grabbed a fistful of brown hair and dragged Fleck towards his arousal.

Fleck leaned forwards with no fight when his hair was yanked.

He didn't, however, do what Dick wanted of him. 

He didn't open his mouth to take Dick in. He didn't even nuzzle Dick's cock. He just stayed in place, dark eyes twinkling up at Dick.

"For fuck's sake," he hissed in English, banging his head against the wall. Then realised his mistake too late.

There was a knock on the bathroom door.

"Is everything okay in there?" A man spoke in Italian.

Dick's mouth went dry and he wildly looked down at Fleck trying to convey in facial expressions; do something.

Fleck just grinned.

He raised a brow and sat back, relaxed and waiting for Dick to do something. 

This would be an interesting show. Seeing Dick flustered like this was always amusing, and Dick wouldn't fail to make this interesting.

The silence stretched on and Dick's eyes turned wider and his frown deepened. He mouthed when he was trying to sign with facial expressions, just in case that stupid grinning face didn't understand.

"There is someone in here, right?"

The door creaked and Dick shot across the few paces between him and the door to slam it shut. It was a miracle it didn't break. Or that he didn't trip up over his trousers because that is where he could see his luck heading.

"Everything's okay," he insisted, high and panicked, speaking over the apologising man.

Fleck did nothing.


Until DIck almost tripped over himself to slam the door shut. He bit his lip, and his shoulders shook in silent laughter.

He was this close to actually laughing, but despite being red-cheeked, he was holding in the peals pretty damned well.

Dick's eyes were on Fleck. He glared at him and pressed his index finger to his lip.

There was a pause from the man.

"Are you sure? You don't sound it."

Why wouldn't this man just go away, he wanted to yell.

"I'm sure." Dick insisted, unable to stop his voice from breaking in his embarrassment, his face a hot red.

Another pause.

"Do you want some water or something?"

Dick was very close to banging his head against the door and scream. Then possibly die of embarrassment.

"No. Thank you."

Fleck's grinning didn't dim when Dick glared at him, and his shoulders continued to shake.

To be fair to Fleck, he was doing an incredible job of holding back his laughter. He was completely silent.

Though his skin was turning an odd shade of purple-ish red.

"Okay. Would you like me to check up on you later?"

Any other time, for whatever reason, Dick would have been touched by this man's concern. Most wouldn't do this for a stranger they believed was puking their guts up or anything else unsavoury.

"No, it's okay. Thank you." His voice was steadier now that he was getting used to this; talking to a man with his cock out and just a public bathroom door between them.

Dick was never going to to be convinced to follow through with Fleck's spontaneous plans for public heavy petting ever again.

"Okay then. I hope you have a good night."

He listened out for the door to shut close before turning his attention fully to Fleck's purple face.

"I hate you."

Fleck's breath left him in a 'pffft' that was soon followed by deep laughter.

His arms wrapped around himself and he shook with his deep laughter.

Only Dick could find himself in that sort of situation and not be able to shake his concerned stranger.

It was beautiful.

Dick looked at Fleck, deadpan, as he shook and bellowed a laugh.

Leaning against the door, his head thudded against it. He huffed through his nose.

Adrenaline coursed through his veins. Alcohol was in his system. Relief washed over him.

He watched Fleck laugh, hard, and his own lips upturned. A hand was brought up to his mouth to mask some snickering. Then he was laughing himself over the ridiculousness of the situation.

He was just so, so relieved. He had managed to shake that insistent man off. Most importantly, he didn't have a clue what they were doing in there.

"You're such an ass," he said, once they calmed to giggles.

Fleck just grinned back at the insult.

"You should have quite intimate knowledge on my ass after five minutes ago." His brows rose, his grin widened.

There was still the aftereffects of a laughing on his face, which turned scarlet at Fleck's comments.

"You're also fucking insufferable."

"Always," he promised.

His grin was wicked. That was something that he claimed with pride, and Dick should have known that.

Fleck was content to grin up at his boyfriend from his kneeling position.

Dick sighed and tilted his head back.

"Fucking insufferable," he repeated to himself under his breath.

The interaction with the concerned strangers had killed his arousal a bit, but he was still desperately frustrated, and it seemed Fleck was still going to be his annoying self and not do anything about it.

Blue eyes turned down to him as he chewed on his lip.

"What is it going to take?" There was a slight plead in his voice.

That whisper just had him grinning wider.

He did love it when he drove Dick to whispering insults to himself. It was like a milestone to reach in the levels of frustrating his boyfriend.

"Whatever do you mean?"

Fleck pushed himself to stand, brushing off his knees. Not all the dirt brushed off them. Oops.

"Think we should be heading back? Chrys has probably been waiting for a while."

"You know exactly what I mean," he hissed. The relieved laughter from earlier gone.

Dick kept his back against the door, making no move to let Fleck through or to pull up his trousers.

"We're not heading back. Not until you sort out... sort out this." He gestured wildly to himself, frowning and red faced.

Fleck busied himself reaching out to pull some tissue from the roll and clean himself up some.

He dumped the dirty tissue into the toilet and busies himself pulling up his boxer briefs and zipping up his pants.

Flecks eyes turned slowly over Dick's form; flushed, flustered and beautifully aroused.

"I think you look perfect the way you are," he declared.

There was a little shock that went through him. He licked his lips. It was the tiniest bit of attention but he would take it.

But it still wasn't enough.

"Then show it. Show me."

He didn't give a shit if he was using Fleck words or phrases.

He reached out and grabbed at Fleck's jacket and pulled him so he had no choice but to stumble closer, spinning them so he had him pressed against the door with nowhere to go. It was one of those times he wished he had the extra few inches.

"Please."

Fleck relaxed back against the door when he was pushed against it, and his lips kicked upwards.

He leaned down to press a peck to his boyfriend's lip.

"I really think we out to be getting back to the party. We've really been gone for too long."

Once again, he wanted to scream.

"We're not-" He pressed his thigh between Fleck's legs and he inhaled sharply, feeling his cock drag on the material of Fleck's suit. "Going back."

His hands found the back of Fleck's neck and he pushed himself up to kiss him hotly, pressing his tongue insistently past swollen lips.