Cooking By The Book [c]

Dick watched with a smile as Theresa teased Leo and acted as a kid in a way she didn't do with him; shrieking and giggling as she was turned upside down. The closeness between the family never dulled.

Dick turned back to his boyfriend with a grin.

"Do you want a go now?" He joked.

Although he was very sure his boyfriend didn't doubt his strength.

"Nu-uh. I know who wears the pants in this relationship. Not gonna challenge it."

Fleck held up his hands in defeat.

He didn't want to try his hand. He knew he would fail miserably. He didn't need that to be proven.

Dick laughed and stood to make his way over to his boyfriend.

"Yes, because carrying my into the kitchen bridal style really made me feel like I wear the pants."

He was overcome with the desire to yank Fleck down into a deep kiss and admire his biceps a bit - but he wouldn't even dare with two innocent pairs of eyes and Fleck's brother in the room.

Instead, he leaned into Fleck's side and his arm wrapped around his boyfriend's waist.

"Next time I'll let you carry me bridal style. How does that sound?"

He pulled Dick closer when he fit against his side, pressing a kiss to the fluffy crown of his head.

"Do you think we could get away with keeping Theresa upside down like that until she passes out?" he mused, watching his brother hold both twins upside down now.

"Though with Leo here, we could, maybe, slip off, after I made the lasagne?" he murmured, lips close to Dick's ear.

He turned his eyes up to the twins and Leo.

"Probably not, she will be sick first and I am not cleaning that up."

He wrinkled his nose, remembering the hot chocolate he gave them all earlier. Yeah, he really didn't want to clean up anything like that. But he was sure Leo will put them down before it gets to that point.

Tilting his head, his ear became hot as Fleck whispered into it.

"Sure- I mean, if you want to?"

"If anyone throws up, Leo's cleaning it up. Repentance for not telling us he was coming home."

Fleck still wasn't amused that Leo had just walked in the door. Really now.

A scratch came at the door leading out to the large gardens. "Dogs need some attention. You go play with them," Fleck ordered, shooing Leo, still carrying the twins, outside.

Then Fleck turned on Dick, herding him back against the wall. He pressed a firm kiss to Dick's lips, pushing Dick's head back against the wall with the force.

"Watching you beat Leo was so hot," he breathed.

Dick took a few steps back until he hit the wall.

Fuck.

He arched into Fleck as he kissed him firmly, his hands finding the back of his neck to grip it and keep him close.

He swallowed.

"Yeah? It was?"

Blue eyes turned up to Fleck, dark.

"Yeah."

Another deep, long kiss.

"I love seeing how strong you are." His own eyes were dark as he looked down at his flushed boyfriend.

The tips of his fingers pushed under the fabric of his shirt, teasing over his pale skin.

The muscles jumped and tightened under Fleck's hand.

He closed his eyes momentarily, tugging on his lip until it pulled free. The little words of praise made his flush deepen.

"You do?"

His eyes opened. Then he pushed, forcing them to switch places so Fleck's back hit the wall.

It was a little more awkward like this, but he stood on the balls of his feet and dragged Fleck down by his neck to close the small gap between them to give him an equally as deep kiss.

Fleck gave a low groan when Dick tortured his lip. Was Dick trying to torture him?

He leaned down to capture that swelling flushed lip, but didn't get far before Dick struck.

He inhaled sharply, inexplicably turned on as he was pushed back against the wall.

"You're trying to kill me," he accused, words muffled, as he didn't want to pull his lips from Dick's.

He hummed into the kiss, dragging it out until he needed to take a breath.

"I most definitely-" he kissed Fleck's jaw, blue eyes turning up to a deeper set, "don't want to do that."

His lips found Fleck's neck, and he could feel his pulse under his tongue.

"Bull-" He inhaled sharply as Dick's lips found his throat. "Shit."

His hands found Dick's hips, pulling him bodily against him as his chin tipped upwards, giving Dick a little more space to play with.

His fingers curled in Dick's shirt, wrinkling the fabric.

He toyed with sensitive skin by pressing his lips against it and following tendons and arteries with his tongue. Teeth lightly scrapped it as his did so, but never hard enough to break the skin. He always tried to be careful about that.

One hand cupped the back of Fleck's neck to keep him close, the other had dropped down to grip his bicep, his lips circled a patch of skin to tease and suck on.

"Dead. I'm dead. You're killing me."

He groaned as lips and tongue and teeth scraped gently over his skin.

Dick truly was trying to kill him with sexual tension that wasn't going to be given a chance to clear up.

Fleck's fingers tightened in Dick's shirt again.

Dick Pulled back, made a small appreciative noise at his handiwork before he glanced up at Fleck. Cheeks red, fangs halfway to being fully drawn.

"Again, most definitely don't want to kill you."

He wanted to do entirely different things to Fleck.

The hand that cupped the back of Fleck's neck pulled him down for a kiss, the heels of his feet stayed firmly on the floor.

He kissed him when Dick pulled him down, but pulled back slightly with a little grin.

"You're making me do all the work."

He straightened up and leaned back against the wall.

If Dick wanted another kiss, he'd have to be the one doing the work.

Dick frowned up at Fleck started up tall. Chest to chest, he had to tilt his neck to look Fleck in the eye.

"So what do you want me to do? Jump?"

He was exaggerating. Their height difference wasn't that big.

Both of his hands cupped the back of Fleck's head and neck as he pushed himself up onto the balls of his feet, stretching up until his lips found Fleck's. Then after a few moments, his heels dropped and he took Fleck with him.

Much better.

"Yep." He popped the p.

The kiss was long and drawn out, even as Dick dropped down and dragged him with him.

His fingers had just found the bare skin of Dick's waist again when a shrill bell rang.

He groaned softly. "Gotta get the meat out." He gave Dick's lips a few kisses, then he dragged himself away.

Dick jumped and pulled away from Fleck when he heard the shrill.

"Meat?"

Right. Cooking. Dick would have just left it in there for a few more minutes to steal more kisses instead of going to it.

Instead, he had to let Fleck go.

He felt a swell of disappointment and frustration. Letting out a small huff, he awkwardly sat on the table as he watched Fleck go about the kitchen.

"Please tell me this isn't going to take too long."

There was a slight tingle from where Fleck's fingers had brushed bare skin like a sweet promise. Or a horrible tease. He couldn't decide.

Fleck pulled the meat out of the oven and set it down on the counter. He stirred it, then began assembling the lasagne in a big porcelain dish.

It took less than ten minutes to assemble it, then he covered it with a tea towel and turned back to Dick.

"I'm yours. Wanna go upstairs for a bit?"

He perked up at "wanna go upstairs" could entitle.

Pushing himself off the table, he made his way back over to Fleck to kiss him firmly on the lips. He stood on the balls of his feet and his fingers hooked around belt loops. He gave them a tug.

"Lead the way."

Fleck grinned when his beltloops were tugged.

"Yes sir."

He stole a little kiss, then grasped for Dick's hand, pulling him along as they left the kitchen and moved towards the stairs.

The first thing he did when they got to the bedroom was kick Sollew, and the skunks out.

A thrill of excitement coursed through him at the two words and he followed Fleck eagerly.

He let go of his hand as he stepped aside to let him kick out some of the furry members of the family.

With (most of) the prying eyes out of the room, he attached himself back to Fleck. Arms wound around his torso and his lips pressed against his spine. He felt soft cotton.

"Take your shirt off."

Oh, he loved it when Dick decided to take control like that. Dick wore control so well.

"Yes sir," he repeated.

He pulled up his shirt, tossing it towards his laundry basket. It fell a little short, but he wasn't worried about it.

He bit his lip, watching as muscles moved under the tanned skin as the shirt was removed.

God, he was gorgeous.

He left a lingering kiss on the now bare skin and his arms wrapped back around Fleck's torso, feeling all the dips and bumps of his body.

It was a little strange like this, but definitely not bad, especially as he slowly followed a line from his belly button down his navel. He was so used to them being in reverse; Fleck having his large arms around him while he would then sink into a broad chest.