[C] Scheming

The longer Fleck was oblivious, the more nervous he became about whether this was a good idea or not.

Too late now, he supposed.

He winced as his boyfriend scorned.

"Surprise?"

He gave Fleck a weak smile.

"Dick, really?"

He groaned, shaking his head.

"I can't accept you spending so much money on me. You know I can't, Dick." Just the thought of Dick spending so much money on something so cosmetic for him...

"I want to, Fleck," he insisted, repeating the same words from last time.

He tugged Fleck along, closer to the tattoo studio.

"Besides, it's done now. The whole day is booked."

He stopped Fleck again, pulling him so he faced him.

"And don't feel pressured into having that design I drew. If you want something else, have it. But we are not walking out that studio until you get what you want."

His pierced brow arched when they were stopped, and the corner of his lip twitched slightly.

"And you call me insufferable," he grunted, swooping down to kiss Dick hard. The kiss was as much of a punishment as a thank you. He didn't pull back until he had bitten Dick's lower lip brutally. Not enough to bleed, but certainly enough to cause a little pain and swell.

"Come on, walk me the last few steps to my doom."

"Only I ca-" He was cut off with his own gasp.

When Fleck pulled away, dragging his lip between his teeth, it throbbed. He narrowed his eyes at Fleck, tongue flicking over his teeth from where they dropped down just a little.

He supposed he deserved that from plotting behind his boyfriend.

Taking his boyfriend's hand, he led him into the tattoo studio. His eyes searched for either Ti or Angela.

Fleck smiled bright at his boyfriend's stuttered breath and the little glare.

Let Dick suffer for a little.

The good mood he was in faded a little when a familiar voice greeted him. "Back for more of me already, huh?"

"Just another appointment. Unsurprisingly, not with you, Raf."

The Goth leaned forwards, eyes (this time a shocking bright lilac colour due to her contacts) flicking between Fleck and Dick. "Surprised he's kept you around. You must have a really good hole."

Fleck's lip twitched in a way Dick had never seen before, and his hand settled on Dick's shoulder before Dick could snap. "Don't be so vulgar. Just go get them."

Raf snorted, but she did back up, and disappear into the back.

Fleck shook his head. "Bitch." His eyes turned down to Dick and warmed up."You ready to hold my hand as I cry like a baby all day?"

Dick held his tongue when Fleck dropped a hand on his shoulder.

Fleck's ex was the biggest downfall of this place. He did consider going somewhere else because of it. But he already knew this was a reputable studio and the tattooist's work here was gorgeous.

He had hoped that she wouldn't be here for whatever reason.

Dick grunted in agreement, turning up to Fleck.

"Well, I was. But since you did this..." His tongue swiped slowly over his swollen bottom lip pointedly.

"You totally deserved that," Fleck rebuffed.

There was no way Dick could tell him different.

He sidled closer, arms wrapping around Dick and a pout forming on his face. "You wouldn't leave me to deal with hours of unending pain alone just because you got a little turned on in public, now would you?"

His thumbs began to rub at Dick's hips gently.

"All right, you two, get your pretty asses over here," spoke a very soft voice. The dainty woman that stood at the doorway into the studio was all dainty lines and gentle beauty, bar her sharp tongue. Angela was known for her dirty mouth. "Lets get you stripped down and smooth as a baby's backside. I've got the design drawn up already."

Fleck blinked, but followed after the little woman, casting a shocked gaze down at Dick.

Dick diverted his gaze away from Fleck as he leaned closer him. He became hot as the arms wrapped around him. his hips twitched as thumbs rubbed little circles in them.

At the voice, he scuffled away out of his boyfriend's hold, arm pushing him.

Angela was just as pretty as her name suggested. Her mouth? Not so much. She would make sailors blush.

At the shocked look Fleck gave him, he just smiled and shrugged. She was the best at botanical tattoos here - and the closest to his style of line.

"All right, sugar daddy, you get that stool. Baby boy, I wanna see if you've been working out for daddy. Strip."

Angela went about doing final setup, while Fleck stripped of his shirt.

When she turned back around, she gave a groan. "Oh yeah, you've been working out for daddy, all right. Never have I wanted a cock so bad. Between the two of you-" She gave another deep groan. "Alas I was given a cunt rather than a cock, and everyone weeps. Well, Charlie doesn't, but she's not here to see you two."

She clapped her hands together. "Let's get you shaved down, baby boy."

It didn't take long for the efficient artist to have Fleck's arm shaved smooth, and apply the design.

"Okay, sit your pretty ass right down there, baby boy, and cuddle up to daddy."

Fleck did as bit, sitting down and resting his arm on the separate rest as Angela sat down in her own stool.

"Be good and I'm sure daddy will reward you," she crooned, and then began. Fleck didn't even feel the little scratches as she began.

Fleck was turned his last shocked look to Dick tenfold now. What a woman.

Dick thought she was bad the first time. With Fleck here, she was worst.

"I-" His face flared up at the nickname he hated Fleck using. But he was in such mortified shock he just nodded.

"Sure."

He took a seat, eyes on Fleck as he pulled off his shirt. It didn't seem like he was the only one admiring him. With how brash and quick Angela was with her words, he didn't have time to bristle. Especially when he found he was, shockingly, roped in.

He watched Angela and Fleck in silent shock. This was one of the few time he hadn't heard Fleck get an edgeways in. He was in as much shock as he was.

Blue eyes blinked at Fleck when his 'pretty ass' sat down in the chair.

"You okay?" It wasn't so much about the needle being shoved into his arm. It was more about that whirlwind of a woman.

"Uh, yeah... Yeah." He blinked and shook his head.

His gaze turned down to watch the needles pass over his skin with mild interest. He had expected it to hurt. But it just stung a little. Like a very light cat scratch. His arm wasn't even twitching as she traced over the blue marks from the transfer.

His gaze turned back to Dick and his brows shot up again. Clearly he wasn't expecting a woman like Angela. He was more shocked that Dick had obviously met with her before and sorted this out, and Dick hadn't spontaneously combust the moment the woman opened her mouth.

"You tell me when you need a break. I'm sure daddy will want you to suck his cock at some point today. I'm all up for you two nipping off to the bathroom for five."

Fleck shook his head slowly. "I'm a little frigid in public. We'd need at least ten, just so I can get going."

Angela snorted quietly. "Big boy hot as you frigid? Now that's got to be some sort of crime. I see daddy over there being the frigid one until he gets going."

Fleck turned his eyes to Dick laughingly. Shes got you pegged.


He decided he was starting to like Angela.

Dick wanted to see what Angela was doing one the other side of Fleck. But he was terrified of looking just incase she opened that filthy mouth of hers.

He may as well looked over.

At the suggestion they have a five-minute break for Fleck to give him a blowjob, he combusted. Mouth opening and closing in shock. Then Fleck had to join in. He gave him a shocked look, betrayed.

When Fleck turned to him amused, he glared. The sharpness of it lost due to the colour on his face.

What was worst was Angela was right.

Fleck had to suppress his laughter, which wasn't easy to do, but he managed it, red faced and grinning gleefully as he eyed Dick's expression.

Oh how he loved those reactions.

"So what's with the flowers? Don't get many jock-types like you wanting an arm full of roses."

Fleck smiled at Dick before answering. "Basically our idea of a body painting session happened, and we couldn't let go of it."

Angela groaned. "Fuck me, I'd pay to see body painting going on there. Yours stomach was made to be slathered in paint. Film it next time?"

Angela groaning over his boyfriend was getting a bit much now. She hadn't even finished the first few petals.

"No."

The initial shock had left him. He was still flushed and mortified but managed to get at least one word out. He wasn't prepared to listen to that the whole session.

Angela pulled the needle back from Fleck's skin long enough to shrug, before carrying on. "Had to ask. I'll just have to get my joys from pornhub."

Fleck gave a little laugh at that.

He tilted his head to look up at Dick, and puckered his lips in a request for a kiss.

Dick was going to withhold the kiss. His boyfriend found Angela's digs hilarious while he was combusting.

But he caved. He leant over to give Fleck a light kiss. Nothing more. he didn't want the tattooist making any more lewd comments.

Fleck smiled brightly when he was kissed.

"Daddy, cause you're making me get a boo boo can I ask you to do things for me?" He fluttered his lashes teasingly.

He was so milking this for as long as he could.

Dick was going to suffer.

His nose wrinkled up in disgust as Fleck battered his thick lashes. A hot blush still stained his cheeks.

"You can guarantee that is a no don't ever say that again."

Fleck laughed.

"Seriously. Do you mind popping out every now and again and getting snacks and stuff? If I knew this was what you were leading me to, I would have suggested it earlier."

He rolled his eyes affectionately. "But because you're a scheming little demon, I had no idea."

Dick laughed lightly. He would rather be called that then what Angela called him.

"Sure. Anything in particular?"

He stood to make a leave.

"Maybe a couple bottles of sprite and a few chocolate bars?" Fleck suggested.

"Snickers," Angela interjected from her spot at Fleck's wrist.

"There you go. Some sprite and a couple snickers? Wait, here." He shifted carefully in his chair so he could pull his wallet out of his pocket and hold it up for Dick.

Dick took the wallet without fuss. Normally he would be the one insisting on paying for something. But considering that he just spent hundreds of Euro's, we will give Fleck this.

"Okay, couple bottle of sprite and some snickers bars. Anything eyes?"

"Maybe a lunch deal? A pasta pot would be great." They'd be there for hours. Lunch would certainly be needed.

"And a little kiss before you go?" He puckered his lips again to receive his kiss.

"Love you."

When Dick would come to open his wallet, one thing would stand out to him. In the clear film pocket that some people held their ID cards, Fleck had a little slip of paper. A printed out photo of Dick.

In the photo, Dick had his eyes shut and was laughing at something. The joy of the expression lit up his boyfriend's face in a beautiful way. Dick was leaning on a large clothed chest - obviously Fleck himself - but most of him was folded over, so just Dick was showing.

The photo was from a long while ago. A couple days after the Halloween party. The two of them were sat in the living room, laughing and joking with the immediate family. Chai had snapped the photo without either of them being aware of it, and had shown Fleck later after looking back on the photos and realising this was a good one.

"Love you, too," he repeated after giving Fleck a quick kiss.

There was a corner shop right next to the studio, so he wasn't too long. He quickly browsed for what he needed; a meal deal for Fleck, a couple of snickers and bottles sprite. He also picked up some iced tea for himself.

The items were scanned through by a bored store assistant, putting them in a carrier bag until he rang up the price.

Dick pulled out Fleck's wallet and opened it. He almost dropped it.

He was confronted with his own face. His own, laughing face. Completely unaware of the photo that had even been taken.

How did he not even realise at this point that the photo was in the wallet? Or was it recently added?

Either way, his heart melted. Even when he wasn't around, Fleck kept a little constant reminder of him.

The store assistant coughed. Face flushed, he handed over the money and grabbed the bag.

As soon as he saw his boyfriend, he swooped down. One hand either side of his head as he kissed him. Much longer than the chaste kisses they've had all day. Much gentler than the rough 'kiss' outside the studio.

Their noses bumped as he pulled back an inch, grinning. The wallet was slotted between a hand and Fleck's cheek.

"I love you."