[C] Get that Beach Body

He laughed.

"I don't think punishments are supposed to be nice."

He moved it hand down to dig them into Fleck's stomach.

He yelped when fingers dug into his stomach, trying to wheel back again.

"G-gonnapeeee," he grunted.

He grasped at Dick's wrists again, trying to pry them from his body.

He eased up a little and moved back up to the ribs. He really didn't want Fleck's pee all over him.

"I still need that magic word~" He sang.

"Get off oritllbeyou I peeon," he gasped, words slurring together.

He writhed more, face flushing an even deeper red. This was going to kill him.

But he wasn't going to say sorry again. Not yet.

"I will take my chances."

But he decided to be kind to Fleck and pinned his wrists either side of his head. He will let Fleck catch his breath a bit.

"I will give you another chance."

His bare chest heaved when the torture stopped.

He threw his head back and gasped. The red in his cheeks faded a little as he got his air back.

"I am sorry for spilling your wine, you little alkie."

He gave Fleck another cheeky grin.

"And all is forgiven."

He bent down and pressed a kiss on the tip of Fleck's nose. He didn't let go of Fleck's wrists.

"Although I do think punishment has been given for dragging me through the sand. Twice."

"I'm getting the feeling you're liking me pinned down under you."

His lips quirked up into a cheeky grin. He wanted to see if he could bring a red flush to Dick's cheeks.

"What happened to PG?"

As Fleck predicted; Dick's face bloomed red. It also wiped that cheeky grin off his face.

"What?! I- no!"

He loosened his grip on the wrists.

"This is perfectly PG."

"Uh-huh."

When his wrists were released, Fleck sat up, wrapping one arm around Dick's waist, holding him close.

"Your boyfriend between your thighs, teasing him until he's red-faced and gasping. Very PG."

Dick was pretty sure you could fry an egg at that point.

He buried his face into the crook of Fleck's neck so he didn't see his embarrassment.

"You are reading too much into it. It was all perfectly innocent."

He didnt see his embarrassment, but he could sure as hell feel the feverish skin pressed against his neck.

He'd never get tired of that.

"Perfectly innocent," Fleck repeated in a tone that obviously doubted the sentiment entirely.

He grumbled and prodded Fleck's stomach in what he hopped was threatening.

"You're horrible." And he wouldn't have Fleck another way. Even when he was teasing it was so easy to speak and mess around with him.

"Then we match."

He pressed a couple pecks to Dick's lips. "You were evil when you had your hands on my ribs."

Another few quick kisses.

The corners of his lips turned up as kisses were pressed against them.

"I had perfectly good reasons to be evil."

He cupped Fleck's face with his hands.

"Your just being evil for the sake of being evil."

He pulled Fleck's face forward for a soft and slow kiss.

Fleck was more than ready to snipe back at Dick for the evil comment, but just as easily fell into the kiss.

His lips moved slowly against Dick's.

Dick kept at the unhurried pace, enjoying the feeling of Fleck's lips against his at his leisure. Their lips seem to move so perfectly together.

He pulled back from the tender kiss with a lazy smile.

"I think I can forgive the evil though."

"I'm glad you can."

His hands stroked over Dick's hips slowly.

He bit his lip as hands ran down his hips and he pressed his forehead against Fleck's. The flush remained on his cheeks and his stomach knotted.

"I thought we were keeping this PG."

This felt anything but PG.

"You're the one that keeps turning the tables. I'm innocent."

He kissed Dick again.

"You're corrupting the innocent right out of me, turning every moment we've got into a non PG moment. Shame on you."

He stuck the tip oh his tongue out at Fleck.

"I am perfectly innocent, thank you very much. I think you are very much the non-innocent one here." He accused. "So shame on you."

"You're the one that keeps depositing himself in my lap."

He arched a brow at Dick, challenging him to deny the claim. It wasn't one that he could deny.

He opened his mouth then closed it again. He pondered on it before frowning.

"Nope. You dragged me into your lap. First time when you tackled me. And second time when you dragged me in the sand. I need somewhere to sit where I have the least contact with sand."

He gave Fleck a smug grin.

"Bull," Fleck declared.

"You so want to be in my lap. Don't go blaming your desires on me."

His fingers dug into Dick's sides. "You're the one that decided to sit in my lap. You could have gone back to the blanket."

His breath hitched and he twitched. He kept what he hoped was a straight face.

"We all know the blanket is a scared place that sand can't touch. You're lap is the only place that is free... Although I will admit it is comfy."