[C] Red

"'Course not." His face was still burning.

He stood, and made a grab at the plates.

"I'm going to do the dishes."

He made a side glance at Fleck as he passed. Had he been thinking about it?

"Uh-huh." Busted, too.

Fleck stood when Dick picked up the plates. "Yeah, I'm gonna-" He pointed towards the kitchen door and followed Dick out into the kitchen.

How to clear a room fast.

"There's no shame in lust," Sacha called out to them.

Dick was running the hot water, fingers in the sink to make sure the temperature stays bearable as the water bubbled up. There didn't seem to be too much to wash up, which was a shame.

He looked between the door and Fleck. Sacha's comment wasn't helping him cool down.

He hesitated for a moment, but the question was burning.

"Have you...?"

There were only the two plates to wash up. Sacha had a dishwasher and Fleck had loaded that up and set it to go before bringing their food in.

Fleck leaned against the counter, arms crossed over his chest.

"Well...yeah. How much have you thought about it?" It wasn't a question of whether he had or not. It was of how much he had thought about it.

Dick washed the dish slowly, they weren't exactly difficult to scrub. 

It was confusing to hear Fleck confirm that. Both relieving and a cause of a little stab of jealousy. He worried his lip.

"On the, um," he swallowed, "on and off occasion."

Every time he did he felt overwhelmingly guilty.

The dishes were clean and draining. He wrang out the sponge to wipe down the spotless countertops.

"He just has this..." Fleck made a vague gesture with his hand. "thing about him, doesn't he?"

Sacha was a dangerous sort of person that was insanely attractive, even when he was being an annoying asshole.

Fleck sighed softly and leaned back more comfortably against the counter.

"It doesn't mean anything, Dick. I fantasise about Jason Momoa and Jensen Ackles, too." He gave a one-shoudered shrug, not too sure if that was going to help clear his name or not.

Dick hummed. Sacha did, annoyingly so. Probably knew it, too.

"The Supernatural guy? Yeah, same."

The corner of his lip crept up as he stood in front of Fleck.  It occurred to him he hadn't kissed him since this morning. He remedied that. It was soft, with one hand resting on Fleck's waist.

"Just... his ass, though." Jensen Ackles had an ass that gods would be jealous about. How did he manage it?

Fleck smiled when Dick stood before him, and leaned down into the sweet kiss happily.

He pulled back and pressed a kiss to Dick's forehead.

"I love you," he murmured against pale skin.

Dick smiled, heart swelling.

"I love you too." The soft smile widened, and a twinkle appeared in his eyes. "Even if you need a shower."

With a hand full of bubbles, he splattered them on Fleck's face.

Fleck spluttered when the bubbles hit his face, and wiped a hand over his face to get rid of them.

"Fine, I'll go shower. You can keep Sacha entertained while I do."

Revenge.

He pressed another kiss to Dick's lips before peeling away and heading back into the living room. "I'm showering and stealing your shit."

"Think of me while you're in there," Sacha purred when Fleck passed him.

Dick's eyes dipped as he watched his boyfriend walk away. His mouth quirked up. Maybe he was biased, but his boyfriend's ass was better. 

The sink draining, he made his way back into the living room to flop on the couch and retrieve a glass of wine. He had his back to Sacha.

"You promised me a massage after food."

"I promised you a massage if you stripped," Sacha replied, already shifting around to find a better position.

"So off with the clothes."

It was a good thing he was sat faced away from him, so he couldn't see the brand new burst of pink spreading on his face. 

"Nope. You said very clearly you'll keep going after you ate."

"No shirtlessness, no back massage. I don't write the rules, only enforce them."

Sacha began to lean back into a more comfortable position to watch TV in again.

Dick contemplated for a moment. Then he slowly peeled off the shirt and folded it in front of him. He scratched his freckled shoulder, very conscious but the shirt stayed folded out in front of him.

Sacha's hands really did work magic and he was feeling selfish. 

"You're an ass."

"I know, darling."

He shifted forwards again, hands brushing gently over Dick's shoulders. He spent a little while just stroking and tracing little freckles to get Dick to relax a little first. Going into a massage tense was not productive.

"I'd say I was the best ass around, but Fleck's around, and that'd be an insult to him."

"True. I think you're the best metaphorical ass."

For the first minute, it was counterproductive. He tensed as fingers traced his skin, with the jarring knowledge that it wasn't Fleck. Bit by bit, he relaxed into it. A shudder crawled up his spine.

"I'll take it."

Sacha was surprisingly patient, not applying any pressure to his touches until Dick's shoulders relaxed and the shudder passed up his spine.

It was only then that he started putting any pressure behind his ministrations, slowly building into a satisfying massage.

There was a lot of tension carried in his shoulders. Dick was no expert in massages, but Sacha seemed to be able to get those knots out of him amazingly. The tension slipped out of him.

His head lolled forward and he hummed in appreciation. 

"You're annoying good at this. I would suggest a career change, but I wouldn't want you to get bored."

"I've done a couple courses in massages. You'd be surprised about the medical benefits."

And giving a good massage was sexy as Hell, so he couldn't not take up the opportunity when it presented itself. He wasn't that strong of a man.

"I think I'll stick with being a paramedic, though, if it's all the same to you."

Dick hummed, uncaring about the medical benefits. It felt amazing and that was all that mattered.

"Good."

He arched a little at a particularly tense spot.

"How can you survive being this tense? I think I'd shatter."

There were some spots that he had to pay particular attention to working until his thumbs started to feel sore.

When was the last time Dick relaxed?

"Natural state of, mm, being."

There was a similar feeling of pins and needles as the base of his skull and down his spine. It wasn't unpleasant. Far from it. 

He sighed out a long and soft groan.

"Your natural state of being is unhealthy."

Sacha's fingertips traced up Dick's spine and stroked gently over his shoulders, a lot less tense than they were five minutes ago.

"You need to learn to relax more."

A shuddered followed the fingertips, which caused the tiny hairs on his body to stand up. He sighed. He was like putty. 

"I try. You're starting to sound like our yoga instructor," he teased.