[C] Downward Dog

Sacha smiled.

"I know they are, mon chouchou." He let that one go. Of course he let that one go. He didn't want to embarrass Dick and push him away. He liked Dick.

Dick, grateful for Sacha not pushing, ate his silently. It was the easier to kill his blush when he had something to focus. Especially if it was away from the person who knew his every emotion.

It explained what Chai said at the start of last night; how even Sacha had the knack of knowing when to shut up.

"I can wash up," he said, jumping off the stall to make his way over to the sink.

"So, does Corban live here too?"

"It was either you or Corban. I don't wash dishes."

Sacha didn't clean. He cooked. That was his job. Cleaning was Corban's, or the maids.

"When he isn't at other peoples places, yeah."

Dick hummed, filling the sink with hot soapy water and began the task.

"Does it not make this place a bit lonely?"

He glanced around the large space, then pulled on his lip. That was probably a bit rude.

"Sometimes."

Sacha shrugged. He was sort of used to the quiet. It's all he'd really known growing up. Single child of two very driven people made his life quite quiet. Isolated, almost. His life wasn't much different now, really.

"Sometimes I have company."

Corban wasn't the only person that had other lovers. Sacha did occasionally have other people around.

"Like now." He threw a little smile over to Sacha. "Although, I'm guessing they don't wash your dishes," he laughed.

Despite what many people would think of him, and how anti-social he could be, Dick liked the constant company. He was used to someone interrupting his "quiet time", having some silent companionship or enjoying their company fully.

He found being by himself incredibly lonely. A big empty space like this would only emphasise that.

"Probably not so much like now," Sacha chuckled.

His company was never usually so... friendly. They were more... friendly. There wasn't a lot of sitting around and chatting over breakfast going on.

Dick snorted a little.

"Oh, is it possible to have a shower and borrow someone clothes too, please? Maybe a toothbrush aswell."

He stunk, to put it bluntly. Booze and the alcohol sweats wasn't a fantastic combination. He didn't want to go out like this. Or greet Fleck like this.

"Sure. The main bathroom is the door after my bedroom. If you leave it unlocked I'll put some clothes on the counter for you."

He wasn't too sure anything of his would fit Dick, but any clothes would do just for heading across town.

"I can give you a lift back to Chai's afterwards, if you want."

Dick's cheeks warmed.

"Can you give me something and I bring it in the shower with me?"

He didn't fancy him walking in on him. Even if he wasn't planning to get a little... frisky. His attention couldn't help but be drawn to the phone.

"But that would be appreciated, thanks."

"Worried the horny Frenchman is going to make a pass?" he teased, pushing himself to stand.

"I can control myself," he promised, heading out of the kitchen.

A few moments later he called from his room. "Clothes are in the bathroom. I'm going for a shower myself."

"No, I-"

Dick cut himself off. It wasn't what he thought at all, but it seemed Sacha meant it jokingly, anyway.

"Thank you!" He yelled back.

He looked at his phone. Now that Sacha was out the room, he couldn't resist. He had to see what messages his boyfriend sent.

Fleck had sent quite a few messages. A lot of them photos.

Teasing his cock.
Fingering himself.
Drooling around his gag.
Pushing a vibrator into himself.

I won't cum til you get here xx 14.37


Get home soon x 14.41


Dick. Now! 14.59

Dick felt up the inside of his thigh and stopped himself with a clench of his hand. He breathed in deeply through his nose and slowly out his mouth.

Those yoga classes weren't a waste.

It was a messenger chat they were currently using. Fleck will see that he had seen the messages.

He waited.

It took Fleck a few minutes to notice.

He was occupied.


Something he showed Dick with a short video of him thrusting the vibrator into himself deep and slow, teasing himself with a long, slow fuck.

Get home and do this for me  15.04

Dick's cheeks flushed hot and he inhaled sharply. He hadn't made sure to keep the video on silent and it was absolutely filthy.

Fuck.

He curled his toes, an attempt of self-restraint over his growing arousal.

I'm going to shower in a few minutes xx 15.04

Fleck knew how he liked to take his sweet time in the shower.

Don't know when I'll be home, but you better have not cum when I do xx 15.04

I hate you  15.05


This was going to be a mild form of torture for Fleck. He'd been going for almost an hour already, teasing himself to desperation. It was going to be another hour. easily.


Fleck sent an audio file.

"Please, Dick. Please ah please please please," he begged.

Dick chewed his lip, flicking his eyes up to the bedroom where he could hear the shower still going back down to his phone. He pulled on his lip and clicked play.

Heart pounding in his chest, he tapped the screen in thought before typing.

It sounds like you're close to cumming. Don't you dare. 15.09

Also I'm going to really, really enjoy this shower after that. Maybe I'll send you a teaser? xx 15.09

He sent the text before he could over think it.

Yes!! x 15.09


God, he wanted a teaser. He was desperately in need of something from Dick. 

Another audio file.

"Please let me see Dick. Please." His voice was breathy and desperate. But there was no sound of a dildo thrusting into him anymore. Dick was right. He was far too close to cumming.

The photo came in seconds, and was blurred.

A second one came through a moment later, in focus.

The dildo as still pushed into him, but wasn't being thrust. His hand was laying on his hip again, so so close to his cock.

Dick licked his lips. There was a desire to tease the cock in the photo with his mouth and hands. Until what Fleck thought was desperation now was only a minor inconvenience.

You're so gorgeous xx 15.14

I'll send you something nice in a minute xxx 15.14

He turned his phone face down and waited.

Fleck waited for the response.

Nothing.

Show me xx 15.16

Dick didn't see it. Too busy tapping his fingers together and waiting.

Dick 15.18


He sent an audio message. "Dick. Dick, please! Please please please."

A close up photo of his cock, hard and leaking precum.

Please 15.22