Ora Pattiniamo [C]

"Fucking- Shut up," he said, halfway through her speaking.

But he couldn't help it.

He peaked in the corner of his corner of his eye to see his flustered boyfriend. There was a tug in the pit of his stomach and he snapped his eyes straight forward again.

"Not happening, Dickie."

Fleck worried his lower lip between his teeth, gaze firmly set on the passing landscape as he tried to will away his forming boner, and the blush on his cheeks.

He liked the idea of being bent over and spanked more than he'd like to admit in company.

...Maybe that was an idea they could play with in the future though.

Dick stayed low in his seat. His hand had dropped from his ears to hold his arms, hoping that was the merciful end of that conversation or any other conversation to do with them and what they get up to behind closed doors.

He chewed aggressively on his own lip, trying to will his thoughts not to turn south. Which was still difficult to do in his frustration, despite his now, thankfully, lack a boner.

"Can you put the radio on?"

He needed a distraction.

"No."

That was the end of that conversation.

Giacinto was never a fan of listening to music while she drove. Usually because she favoured vehicles of a two-wheeled persuasion and listening to music on a motorcycle was particularly difficult to do.

Not listening to music had bled into other modes of transport, too.

Dick frowned and huffed and sat in silence with no choice but to be left with his own thoughts.

He eyes trained in front, he refused to think about his flustered boyfriend; Giacinto's comment; earlier when Fleck pressed up against him, nipped his ear, tied him against the door, dropped down to his knees-

Dick thumped his head against the car seat. The next train of thoughts were things that, unfortunately, never happened.

"Look at the both of you!"

They were sat on opposite sides of the car, glaring out of the windows, both flushed and looking uncomfortable.

"Did you just torture each other to death there?"

She wouldn't put it past them, but that was just a cruel way of dealing with each other.

Dick didn't answer.

But he did cast a brief, but withering, glare to Fleck.

It wouldn't have been so torturous if he had come. If anything, it would have been incredibly satisfying.

That glare said it all.

"Ohhhh." A raised brow and a smirk stretched across Giacinto's amused face as she turned down Chrys' road.

"Now your boy definitely needs a spank."

Giacinto was given glare, a silent way of him saying; I don't want to hear it.

Giving a spanking was the last thing on his mind. He just desperately wanted to be touched. Feel Fleck lips and hands on his body, in his hair, on his cock.

He balled his hands into a fist and glanced over at his flustered boyfriend.

But he will certainly note this.

"Darling if that was effective, I would have stopped five hundred years ago." As it were, his glares were about as effective as a chocolate teapot, and her suggestions went on.

She parked up behind the rest of the cars that had clogged up the street and shut off the car.

"Oh, dear, how did the blowjob advice go? Did he enjoy it?" Giacinto turned around, resting her arms on the back of the seat so she could see the reactions rather than having to look through a mirror.

Fleck's gaze turned to Giacinto, and a little smile curled his lips.

So she was the reason that Dick wanted to try blowjobs? He felt the need to thank her. Perhaps in a more private setting. Away from Dick's ears.

Dick sat straight, startled as soon as the word "blowjob" came out of her mouth. The colour of his face gave the colour of her dress a run for its money.

"Giacinto!" He yelled her name like a curse.

He couldn't help but feel a little betrayed.

Her brows raised. "I'll take that as a yes." Her lips crooked into an amused smirk.

Fleck sniggered. He couldn't help himself. Dick got so worked up and embarrassed over nothing. He loved seeing him like that.

Dick's eyes turned to his snickering boyfriend.

Double betrayal.

With a huff, he opened the door and got out, turning to face Giacinto.

"You didn't even give any advice!"

The door was slammed behind him before he could hear another comment from Giacinto and he stormed up the road.

Then stopped.

He didn't know which house it was.

Giacinto and Fleck both laughed when Dick stormed off.

"Thank you. Really," Fleck thanked. Dick may have yelled that she hadn't given him any advice, but he wouldn't have tried it if she had done nothing. 

"No problem, darling. What should I address with him next? Any kinks you'd like to try?"

Fleck shook his head. "Nah. If I survive the punishment for leaving him like this, we'll be going fine."

He unbuckled his belt and got out of the car.

"It's this way, babe," he called out to his stewing boyfriend.

Dick was thankful for the winter air and that is was unusually cool tonight. It helped with the blush.

He turned on his heel and back over the two people who were the closest to his heart, who were also the two people he liked to occasionally strangle.

Fleck dropped an arm around Dick's shoulders and guided him up the drive towards the house.

It was a large house. Not quite as big as the Pierce main house, but certainly big enough to be impressive. Enough for a large family that was growing by the day.

Fleck pushed open the door without pausing, and guided Dick inside, down the hall to the kitchen.

He was greeted immediately with a clap on his shoulder from a much more casual Leo. Gone was the jacket and tie. Most men were now in a state of casual disarray. The women were still mostly put together.

At least he didn't feel out of lace with his jacket over his arm. If anything, he was still better dressed, with his tie still tight around his neck.

Blue eyes searched the crowd to try and pick out Hagne. He didn't know when she planned to make the announcement and he wanted to be prepared.

Hagne was stood with Trisola by the back door, listening as the woman chatted at her. Chrys, leant against the door beside them, half hanging out of the door with a cigarette between his fingers, joined in the conversation, laugh loudly as he gestured with his free hand.

Fleck was caught in a headlock by Leo, and he laughed as he tried to free himself, failing miserably.

Dick chewed on his lip and turned his eyes toward Giacinto. He wanted to attach himself to her hip or Fleck's and just follow them around all evening as he normally did.

He never liked the awkwardness of joining a conversation.

He needed something to do with his hands or have something in his hands. So he diverted and he helped himself to a glass of wine before going back on track to make his way over to the small group. His blue eyes attempted to catch Hagne's.

Chrys and Trisola laughed loudly at the last comment Chrys had come out with, Hagne giggling alongside them.

Chrys leaned over, pressing a kiss to Hagne's lips as he reached out to snap up a cider bottle sat on the counter by her hip. He paused to whisper in her ear, and Hagne went bright red, lashing out to punch his arm.

Trisola and Chrys laughed together at the violent show.

Should he interrupt their conversation with a hello? Should he compliment Chrys' skating again?

No, he had already done that. Twice.

He desperately attempted to catch Hagne's eye again as he inched closer. His mouth felt dry.

It was Chrys that noticed Dick first.

He gestured Dick over with the hand holding his cigarette.

"Dick, come here. Tell my lovely wife here that it's okay to laugh at Ciro tripping over himself. She keeps telling us off for laughing."

Dick felt himself relax as Chrys waved his hand over to him and he joined in the conversation. Keen senses could smell the cigarette smoke strongly. He hadn't touched one in years but he still got that niggling craving. Especially in situations like this.

"I think it is hilarious."

He wasn't even apologetic.

He wasn't exactly fond of Chrys energetic student.

"See?"

Chrys rested his arm around Dick's shoulders. His cider bottle hung from his long fingers, resting against Dick's chest.

He shot a comment to his wife in Greek, who replied equally fast, shaking her head.

"My wife is such a soft touch!"

Feeling the friendly pressure on his shoulder, he shifted uncomfortably. It felt rude to shake it off.

"It just means she is the better out of us."

He smiled at Hagne.

"Although, she can't be that soft to throw a punch like that."