#lee!flambae

Robert was spotting Flambae while he was doing bench presses. Now, Flambae normally wasn’t the type to ask for help on this stuff…He’s Flambae…he should know his own limits. But…Let’s just say that…Maybe Robert had a point when he mentioned that Flambae pushed himself harder than he should. Because pushing himself past his limits usually led to him being unable to lift the bar off himself…and there’s nothing more embarrassing than a man who gets their ribs crushed and winds up asphyxiating under the bar. 

“Seven…Eight.” Robert spoke up, before helping Flambae move the bar onto the rest. Robert grabbed him a small towel and his water bottle, while Flambae sat himself up. 

“Thanks.” Flambae said, taking the towel and wiping off any excess sweat. He let out a huff as he tried to recover. 

Robert smiled a small bit, just admiring how sweaty and breathless Flambae looked on the bench. Something about seeing him in this position made his heart flutter. He’s seen Flambae like this before…quite a few times, actually. But no matter how many times Robert has watched, this side of Flambae never failed to take his breath away. 

“Admiring the view?” Flambae spoke up, ripping Robert from his thoughts. 

Robert widened his eyes and scratched the back of his head. “Huh? Uh-” He mumbled, trying to play it cool. “You’re…getting stronger.” Robert admitted. 

“Hell yeah I am…” Flambae flexed his muscles. “It feels great to be this good-lookin’.” Flambae gloated. 

Robert rolled his eyes, trying to keep his reactions in check. “Yeah, keep telling yourself that.” Robert said dryly. 

Flambae turned towards him with furrowed eyebrows and a smirk. “Don’t act like you’re not enjoying it.” He teased, snatching his water bottle from Robert and drinking from it. 

Robert rolled his eyes. “Yeah right...” He grumbled, pretending to not be jealous or envious about it.

Flambae smirked. “Don’t you lie to me, bitch. I know when you’re admiring me.” He moved his hand through his own hair. “Admit it…You find me sexy~” Flambae teased, pulling his left arm behind his shoulders to show off his toned body. 

Robert rolled his eyes and walked closer…before squeezing the water bottle, making water splash into his face from the end piece.

“AH- Hey!” Flambae grumbled, squeezing the water bottle at Robert to get him back. 

Robert chuckled a bit and covered his face, deflecting some of the squirted water with his hand. “Nice try.” He joked, rubbing his wet hand off against his own pants. 

“You’re a dick.” Flambae grumbled. 

“Funny…I was thinking the same thing about you.” Robert teased back. 

“At least I have one, Mecha-bitch.” Flambae spat back.

“And I don’t?” Robert joked back. 

“Ohoho, you wish you were as good as me.” Flambae teased. 

“Me? Wanting to be you?” Robert reacted. “I’d rather die.” 

Flambae narrowed his eyes. “Oh yeah?” He stood up, facing Robert. 

“Well unlike you, I actually like having my last 2 fingers.” Robert teased. 

Flambae scowled. “And I wonder where they went, Mecha-dick.” 

Robert laughed a bit. “Off your hand, that’s for sure.” He joked. 

Flambae rolled his eyes and walked past. “Shut up.” Flambae put his water bottle down by the pull-up bar. 

Robert raised an eyebrow. “You want a spotter for that too?” He asked, smirking a small bit. 

“Nope.” Flambae jumped onto the bar. “I can do this myself.” He started doing pull-ups with great form in sets of 5 to warm up. 

Robert chuckled quietly as he watched him start his pull-ups. God…even watching him from this angle made him look hot. It was like Flambae had no bad angles. Everything on him was that perfect…in his eyes, anyway. Robert still didn’t know what to do with these feelings…he’d felt them for months, but…he’d been trying not to focus on him too much. But during the workouts…Robert found himself struggling to stop his eyes from memorizing Flambae…every curve, every angle…It was all hard to ignore. Even his sassy comments and scowls were hot…God, it just wasn’t fair…

“Enjoying yourself?” Flambae spoke up, catching him off guard. 

“Wha- Uh…Yeah…” Robert tried, and failed to hide his admiration. But his red face was already giving him away.

Flambae just chuckled. “You know…It might make me feel a bit better if you came closer…” He told Robert. “If you want…you can watch my sexy body while being my little spotter.” Flambae teased. 

Robert widened his eyes and felt his blush deepen. Oh god…Had he been that obvious with it?! “Uhhhh…B-But I thought you…didn’t need one?” Robert mumbled. 

Flambae smirked. “Oh trust me, I don’t.” Flambae admitted. “But since you’re practically idolizing me…you might wanna make the most of it while you can.” Flambae teased, trying to get Robert to blush more. 

Robert widened his eyes, before trying to make himself as stoic as he could. “Nah, I’m good to just watch from here.” Robert said to him, trying to downplay the whole thing. 

Flambae smirked at him. “Suit yourself.” He said, adjusting his grip. As he adjusted his grip though, his hands slipped slightly, making him jump. “aAh-!” 

Robert gasped and instinctively ran up to catch him…only to realize Flambae was still on the bar, smirking devilishly at him. Robert looked at his hands…before looking at his position. “Oh, you did not just…” Robert grumbled and rubbed the bridge of his nose. 

“Fuckin’ called it.” Flambae smirked with a small laugh, clearly proud of his fake-out.

Robert rolled his eyes. “Shut up…” He grumbled, before standing in front of him while Flambae continued his pull-ups. 

Flambae chuckled a bit as he lowered himself down, looking at him. “Just admit it already. You like me.” Flambae tried to tell him. 

Robert widened his eyes and dropped his jaw. “Wait, WHAT?! No I don’t!” He reacted. “That’s insane!” 

Flambae smirked with a chuckle. “You’re not exactly good at hiding it.” Flambae told him. “I’ve seen the way you look at me…” Flambae admitted, still talking despite holding himself up against the bar. “And my body’s not just reserved for the women~” He teased. 

Robert grumbled to himself. This guy, honestly… “Please…It’s never gonna happen.” Robert argued. Flambae really needs to stop teasing him about that shit. He doesn’t have a crush! Why would he?! He’s an asshole! Yeah, he’s got a good looking body…and looks really sweet whenever he talks about his niece…And when he finds Flambae holding Beef occasionally, but…He doesn’t LIKE-like him…

“Shame…” Flambae muttered. 

Robert kept his face stoic. He did NOT want Flambae finding out the truth. He would never hear the end of it! If this little secret came out…Flambae would bully him till the end of time.

Flambae did a few more pull-ups before hanging from the bar. “You’re doing it again…” Flambae teased. 

Robert grumbled and crossed his arms. “I’m not admiring you! I’m…” Robert tried to think. “J-Just…making sure you’re using good form.” Robert explained as best he could.

Flambae chuckled a bit. “Come on, Robert…” He shook his head. “If you were really checking my form, you’d be walking around and checking every bit of my body…not just the front.” He told him. 

Robert rolled his eyes. As much as he hated admitting it, he had a point. “Yup, I know…Was just about to move.” Robert tried to go along with it, walking around and checking his form as he kept doing the pull-ups. Again…how this man managed to look so good no matter what angle Robert used to look at him…He was perfect. It was so unfair! How could a man have such a ripped, yet toned body?! 

Robert walked a bit closer, moving around to the front. Without even fully processing his actions, Robert moved his hand out and touched Flambae’s ab muscles to feel how hard they were. 

Flambae’s breath hitched as his arms hung down, a wobbly grunt leaving his body. “aAH-” He looked down at Robert with a stern look. “Warn a person, will ya?!” He spat out. 

Robert quickly moved his hand back. “Sorry…” He mumbled. “Just…feeling them.” Robert admitted, slowly bringing his fingers down against his abs again. 

Flambae flinched slightly and bit the inside of his lip. “Okay…Just be careful.” He warned.

Robert looked up. “Do they hurt?” He asked. 

Flambae shook his head. “No no. They don’t. Just…” Flambae tried to think of a good excuse. “Caught me off guard.” 

Robert hummed. “I thought nothing gets past you…” He asked, a small smile showing on his face. 

Flambae widened his eyes at Robert’s words. Shit…he DID say that…Fuck. “Y-Yeah, but I didn’t think you, of all people, would do this.” Flambae admitted. 

Robert smirked slightly. “Do what? Touch your ribs?” He poked his lower rib, making him flinch more. 

“R-Robert-” He could feel more sweat dripping down his forehead as nervousness took over. 

“Hm?” Robert looked down at his abs…before looking at Flambae’s nervous face. “What’s wrong?” 

Flambae shook his head quickly to get himself to stay tough. “Nothing, nothing. Just…Didn’t know you wanted to touch them.” Flambae admitted, his voice getting slightly softer. “You could’ve just asked…that’s all.” He admitted, getting a bit more vulnerable than he’d like to admit. 

Robert felt his face warm up even more. Something about the way he said that…sounded like he was flustered. It was a side of Flambae he barely ever saw…so trying to pinpoint it was never easy. Robert began to feel his ribs more, using only one or two fingers to touch his abs.

Unfortunately, this just made Flambae squirm and jump more. “aAh- R-Robert! I-I said be careful-!” Flambae grumbled while trying to hold his breath. But the moment his left lower rib had been poked…A stupid little sound fell out of Flambae’s lips.

A giggle. A fucking high-pitched little giggle. And telling by Robert’s reaction…he had heard it too. 

“W-Was that a giggle?” Robert asked with a smile. 

Flambae growled. “No, it was NOT! You fucking liar!” He tried to protest. 

“Oho no, I know a giggle when I hear one.” Robert admitted, before poking the same ab. “And that was most certainly-” He poked again.* “A giggle.” Flambae grunted and let one hand off the bar to cover his face. Shit, he could feel a smile filling his cheeks. This was NOT good…

“Is someone a little ticklish?” 

Robert asked the question so casually, it should’ve been a crime. How the hell was Robert being so casual about his question?! “N-No! You’re crazy! Have you been-!” Flambae jumped and yelped, pure anger and fear covering his face. “Robert, don’t you fuckin’ try.” 

And then…like clockwork, Robert started tickling his ab muscles with his 8 main fingers. And Flambae was completely screwed. Flambae covered his mouth for as long as he could, which only made his face go tomato red…And by the time about 5 seconds had hit, Flambae just bursted out cackling. “aAAH! PFFFTAHAHAHAHA!” He shouted. 

“Holy shit!” Robert reacted.

“ROHOBERT!” He shouted, his hand lowering from his mouth to grip his abs. “GAHAhahaha!” Flambae laughed and squirmed as much as he could while up there. 

Robert looked like he was beaming. “You’ve been ticklish all this time?!” He asked, tickling the bottom 3 abs. “How have I never found out about this?” Robert asked, fluttering down by Flambae’s body.

Flambae squirmed and yelped, trying desperately to stop Robert. But holding onto the bar kept one of his defenses pre-occupied. He can’t stop 2 hands with only 5 fingers. That’s impossible. And listen, the guy’s not weak. Flambae can handle many hits before he has to back down. But he just…could never handle being tickled. Even when his niece tickled him to get him up off the couch…Flambae would crack within the first ten seconds. 

…And now his grip is gonna crack if he’s not careful. 

“ROhohobert stahahap!” Flambae laughed. 

“No way. This is way too entertaining!” Robert started tickling a little more closer to his toned belly. This single move ended up earning him a squeal from Flambae. “Have your abs always been this ticklish?” Robert asked, still fluttering his fingers as he watched Flambae struggle on the bar. 

“HAhahahaha- Yehehessss!” He hissed a little bit, feeling his grip slowly loosening on the bar. “Waha-Wahahait, Ihihi’mgonna fahahall!” He laughed, kicking his feet a little bit. 

“Oh, you wanna get down?” Robert asked, before fluttering up his ribs. “Is it because you don’t want me toooo…” He fluttered up to his armpits. 

Flambae yelped and grunted. “NO! I swear to god!” He shrieked. 

“Tickle your armpits?” He finally made it to the hollows, and fluttered in there.

Flambae shrieked and dropped his arms down, causing himself to fall…right into Robert’s arms. Flambae let out fits of laughs as he felt Robert’s fingers still in his pits. Even just having them there made him laugh helplessly. “Puhut me dohohown!” He begged. 

“Hmmm…” Robert lowered him down a little bit…before smirking and tickling his armpits all over again. “Nah.” Robert muttered rather confidently as he went right for the hollows to drive him up the wall. 

Flambae gasped and sputtered out a half-assed protest before falling victim to his own cackles and laughter. He was wriggling around, but failing to get out of Robert’s grip. He couldn’t hide it anymore…he just couldn’t get out of Robert’s grip right now. The tickles were weakening him too much.

“You know, I never would’ve guessed you’d be this ticklish.” Robert admitted. 

“Hahahahaha- Yohohou ahahahass!” Flambae laughed as he felt his knees buckle under him. “ROBEHERT!” He shouted right as Robert caught him again, by some miracle. 

“I got you.” Robert told him…all the while, he was lowering Flambae down sideways on the mat. 

As soon as Flambae landed on the map safely, Robert kept up his ticklish onslaught. 

Flambae cackled and squirmed around, ending up with himself laying on his side with his arms clutched to his sides and his knees curled up against his stomach. By this point, his cackles had turned to long-winded giggles and the occasional fit of laughter. “Sssstahahap ihit! Lehehehet meeee gohoho!” He begged. 

“And have you stop your laughing? I don’t think so.” Robert told him, before taking out his hands from his pits. “Especially when those abs are too ticklish to even be touched.” Robert teased, as he started poking his abs and belly. 

Flambae wheezed and doubled over, clutching his abs with breathless laughter. “Rohobeheherrrt! Yohohou-” He managed to push one hand, but was struggling to get the other hand. Why Robert’s hand was so fast, was completely beyond him. “Ihihi’m gonna kihihill yohohou!” He tried to threaten him. 

“Oh, you’re gonna kill me?” Robert asked, smirking. “How are you gonna do that…” He touched down on his front ribs near the abs, making Flambae guffaw. “When you can barely handle a few tickles?” He teased. 

“FUHUCK OHOHOHOFF!” Flambae shouted. “HAHAHAHA!” He tried to push Robert off him, but kept pulling his hand back whenever Robert went for his armpits. “SHIHIHIT!” He laughed. “YOHOHOU BAHAHASTARD!” He shouted at him. 

Somehow, Robert kept managing to get one step ahead of him. It was infuriating while also…kinda fun in the weirdest way possible. A lot of him was furious Robert had found out one of his only weaknesses…But the other part of him was secretly enjoying it. He may spend his whole life denying it…but he secretly loved when Robert played around like this. The banter was one thing…but the roughhousing? Especially wrestling and play-fighting? That was more his style of fooling around. 

Robert chuckled. “Not gonna lie, this is quite the display.” Robert teased. “I could keep you giggling like this all day.” Robert teased.

Flambae was blushing more from those words alone. “SH-SHUHUHUT UHUP! GAHAHAhahaha-!” He covered his mouth in one last futile attempt to hide his laughter. As much as he was absolutely hating getting his weaknesses exploited…He hadn’t laughed like this in ages. Not even his niece had learned to tickle him this much. 

Robert couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the sight. Flambae was completely red like his suit, with a bright smile on his face…and now, with his mouth covering it, he looked like a kid trying to hide behind the couch. “Is it too much for you?” Robert asked. 

“Rohobert- eeEEEK! PLEHEHEEEASE STAAAHAHAAP!” He shouted, kicking his feet wildly and squirming all over the place by this point.

Robert finally stopped tickling him, making sure that he wasn’t gonna explode. Flambae’s heaving and breathing filled the room for a while as he tried to recover from the big tickle attack. The fact that Robert had managed to get Flambae to plead…was both hilarious, and shocking at the same time. 

But despite every stupid thing Robert had done that day, like the tickles, making him fall off the bar, and the many teases and insults Robert threw at him earlier…the last thing he EVER expected was for Robert to help him. 

“Here.” Robert spoke, offering him his towel. Flambae looked at him with shock, but took the towel. Damn…even after tickling him to oblivion…Robert knew the best way to help him out. “So…How was your workout?” Robert asked.

Flambae let out a couple more breaths. “A bit…different.” He admitted. Flambae was used to being out of breath from regular exercises…but from tickle fights? Not as much. But in a strange way…it still felt like his abs had gotten stronger due to the tickling. Flambae finally managed to come up with an answer. “I don’t know…” He admitted. 

“If you wanted another way to exercise your core…” Robert knelt beside him and gently fluttered his fingers against his abs one last time. “Would you consider getting tickled again?” Robert asked with a smile. 

Flambae couldn’t help the giggles that left his mouth. “Ihihi-” He cleared his throat and stopped Robert’s hand. “I don’t know if…I can handle it all the time…But…” Flambae cleared his throat, trying not to make his slightly red face known. “I wouldn’t say no…if you offered…” He mumbled. 

Robert widened his eyes. “Wait…” Robert stared at him with shock. “So it wasn’t bad?” He asked for clarification. 

Flambae instinctively covered his face with his towel. “Don’t even think about it, Mecha-bitch.” He grumbled. “And don’t you EVER tell anyone about this.” Flambae warned. 

Robert dropped his jaw…with a big smile on his face. “There’s no way…” 

“Robert, NO!” Flambae growled. 

“I can’t believe this!” Robert reacted. 

“Robert, I swear!” Flambae argued. 

“You actually liked it!” Robert reacted. 

Flambae’s eye twitched…as Robert ended up saying it out loud. Oh, Robert had just fucked up…And Flambae has had enough…

The angry ex-villain suddenly sends flames towards Robert in retaliation. “FUCK OFF!” 

Robert yelped and moved out of the way, thankful that he, nor anything in the room had caught on fire. “Okay, okay! Jesus, I was joking.” Robert reacted. 

“You’d better be…” Flambae warned.