Ora Pattiniamo [C]

Fleck shook his head, and in an act of childishness, he ruffled Dick's hair, messing it up, and pushed his head down.

"One chardonnay coming up."

He got up and headed off.

When he returned, he had just the glass of wine in his grip. No whiskey for himself. He wouldn't admit out loud that he couldn't afford both.

He set it down in front of his boyfriend and sat down again, leaning back with a smug smirk on his lips. He hadn't bought house wine.

Dick frowned and battered his hand away. Despite his insistence otherwise earlier, he had spent some time trying to make sure his hair was right for Fleck.

When Fleck returned, he raised an eyebrow.

"You didn't get yourself a drink?"

Suspension rose when Fleck sat down and gave him a smug smirk. He delicately took the large glass of wine and took a sip.

Instead of it tasting completely different, or having that hint of vinegar that some cheaper wines had, it tasted exactly the same as the one he had been drinking all night. Sweet rather than on the dry side, with hints of vanilla.

He frowned at Fleck.

So that was why he hadn't come back with his own drink.

"You shouldn't have." He didn't sound delighted. "I would have been happy with the house."

"I didn't fancy another one."

His brows rose again hen Dick scorned him, clearly not all that affected.

"Well, you got one that you'll enjoy rather than just drink. You'll survive." He wasn't going to get into an argument over buying a glass of wine.

Dick lips thinned and his frown deepened.

He tried to appreciate that his boyfriend brought his this. Not only that, but he also tracked down a waiter or waitress that served them to find out what he was drinking.

But he couldn't help but feel annoyed.

There had been a few times where Fleck was stuck for money. Sometimes, Dick would cotton on and try to help him out. He couldn't think of a time where Fleck would ask for his help.

Knowing that he then brought him this drink, especially when he said he would be happy with the cheaper alternative, just really rubbed him the wrong way. He didn't want his boyfriend wasting money like that.

"I would have enjoyed the other one, and you would have enjoyed one too."

Dick didn't believe for a second that he didn't fancy one.

"Maybe," Fleck conceded.

He didn't let the argument go any further, instead turning to his brother to pick up conversation again.

He wasn't going to argue about a glass of wine.

Dick bristled as Fleck turned to speak with his brother.

He sat there in silence for a few seconds, tapping the table with his fingers.

"I'll just be a second," he said, before standing.

He disappeared into the crowd before finally returning a few minutes later.

Silently, he placed a glass down in front of Fleck and sat down. He took a sip of his wine.

Fleck sighed and shook his head with a smile when Dick set a glass down in front of him.

"Thank you." He leaned over to peck Dick's temple as he picked up his glass.

"Nice hair," he commented teasingly. The once smoothly tied back hair was a little wild with flyaways now.

When his tiny act of pettiness wasn't faced with confrontation and, instead, a kiss, his brows softened.

"I spent ages getting it right," he grumbled, finally admitting that he had spent time on it for Fleck. The wine was getting to him. It had been since the second glass.

His fingers lightly felt the flyways before he tugged out the hairband and he shook his head.

"I should have convinced Gia to straighten it."

Fleck leaned down. "It looks better all messed up," he breathed, then kissed Dick's cheek.

He lifted a hand to run his fingers through the freed locks.

Fleck took a sip of whiskey, then sat his drink down. He stood, and ran his fingers along the back of Dick's neck. Then he caught his eyes. "I'm heading to the bathroom," he informed his brother, eyes still holding Dick's.

Then he headed off, hoping Dick got his hint.

Dick blinked, his eyes following Fleck until he lost him in the crowd. his mouth was dry.

The back of his neck still tingled. So did his ear and cheek.

"I'm just going to be a second," he said, looking to Hagne in promise.

He drank a hearty amount of his, before going in the direction Fleck went, following the signs to the men's.

A couple of older men left as he walked in.

"Fleck?"

Anticipation coiled in him.

Fleck was leant against the wall behind the door so when Dick walked in, he walked right past him.

He stepped up behind Dick, and herded him towards the closest wall, pressing up against his back to keep him pinned in place.

He nuzzled Dick's hair to the side and pressed a couple kisses to his neck.

Surprised, Dick's breath left him as he could fell Fleck pressed behind him. The wall felt cool against his cheek.

A low, quiet groan left him. With the alcohol in him, it glossed over his worries of someone walking in, or the fact this was a public space.

"I thought you said not at the fancy party?"

Pressed to the wall his hands felt lost at what to do. One reached behind him. The other gripped a wrist.

"That-" He gave Dick's neck a sharp nip, happy to see the red mark left behind. "Was before you decided we couldn't leave early."

Fleck pressed a kiss to the mark he'd just left and pulled back.

"C'mon, over to the disabled stall."

He gave Dick's backside a swat.

He gasped and straightened at the swat. His eyes darkened as they followed Fleck, appreciatively scanning down his suited body.

Fingers drifting absently to the mark Fleck had made, he followed him in.

The tight trousers didn't hide the mood he was in.

He kicked the door behind him, not thinking of locking, and his hand found Fleck's tie to drag him down for a deep kiss, pushing him against the wall as he did so.

Fleck was eager to hunch over for Dick's kiss, grunting into it when his back hit the wall.

He reached out, and flicked the lock with the fingertips of one hand, while the other hand buried in Dick's loose hair.

His tongue pushed past Dick's parted teeth, as he gripped the back of Dick's neck, pulling him upwards so Dick was forced to push up onto the tips of his toes.

A groan rumbled his throat, and his arms lifted around his neck as he pushed up on his toes. The tie was still gripped in his hand.

His tongue met Fleck's and he could feel and hear the ball clink against his teeth.

Another groan and he pressed his hips desperately against Fleck's. He pushed a thigh between them the best he could on his toes.

His thighs parted when one leg pushed awkwardly between them, and he ground eagerly against Dick's hip.

A groan sounded from him as he tugged lightly on Dick's hair.

He nudged Dick away from him, and licked his lips as his eyes flickered towards the door. A smirk formed.

"Trust me?"

His cheeks were hot. Drunk from the kiss and, almost, literally.

He wanted to kiss the smirking lips again. Badly.

It suited him.

"Yes." His hand cupped Fleck's stubbled jaw. It would rough against his skin. He pulled him down for another desperate kiss.

"Good."

During the desperate kiss, he undid his tie, pulling it from his neck.

Then he nudged Dick back again, and reached for his hands, binding his wrists together with the tie.

He smirked again as he lifted Dick's bound wrists above his head and walked him backwards until his back hit the door of the cubicle. He hooked Dick's tied wrists to the coat hook on the back of the door.

"Stay," he ordered, dropping to his knees.

Dick bit his lip as he felt the silk ties wrap around his writs.

Fuck.

His breath shallowed as is arms were lifted and he was pushed. It left him completely when his back hit the door and his tied hands were hooked to the coat hanger.

Fuck fuck fuck.

Dark eyes watched as Fleck dropped down to his knees and he pushed his hips forward. The hard line of his arousal obvious on the right side of his trousers.

"Fleck."

Fleck looked up at his boyfriend, grinning widely. His tongue ran over his teeth, piercing clicking over his teeth.

"Look at you," he groaned deeply.

Fuck Dick looked good like this.

He leaned forward again, nuzzling against his boyfriend's arousal through his pants.

Dick watched the flash of silver with keen eyes. Bit his lip. Flushed hot at Fleck's groan of appreciation.

That certainly did something to him.

The back of his head hit the door with a thud, and he rolled his hips desperately against Fleck's face.

"No."

He pulled back and gave Dick's thigh a swat.

"Watch me." Right now all he wanted was to see Dick's eyes get darker and darker with lust.

His hands came up to unbutton Dick's pants, and he leaned up to catch the zip between his teeth, and pulled that down slowly.

Dick flinched.

His hands turned into fists as he forced himself to stay still, staring down intently as Fleck undid his trousers with his teeth. His teeth.

He could never get over that.

"Fuck," he said softly on an exhale.

"We don't have time. You'll have to deal with a blowjob."

His eyes twinkled as he yanked Dick's pants and boxers down his thighs to release his arousal.

His tongue swiped along Dick's length.