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ajremixSo I had this scene in my head- the scene which is, in fact, at the end of this fic -and I told the boys, 'okay, all we need for this is a quick and easy pr0n scene'. Of course, neither was satisfied with quick or easy, so you get this. And Esperanto-talk of the online-translated sort.
Title: All Work and No Play
Fandom: DCU
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1965
Characters: Ted, Booster, cameos by Dinah, Guy and Scott
Summary: ...makes Booster a horny man. Set rather early in their JLI days.
He’d been standing in the door for a good five minutes but Ted still hadn’t looked up from his worktable, just as he hadn’t looked up (or moved from his seat) all the other times Booster had periodically stood in the doorway. With a heavy sigh, he decided to just go in and deal with the situation.
“Hey, Ted.”
“Hm? Oh, hey,” he responded, still not looking up.
“You’ve been here since this morning,” Booster said, taking the time to count the mugs and soda cans piled haphazardly just within Ted’s reach. “Did you even go to bed last night?” He gave up after fifteen.
“I dunno, what time is it?”
“That’s a big no. You need to sleep sometime.”
Ted waved off the concern. “I will. I’m close to solving this thing.”
Booster rolled his eyes. Picking up a partially full can of soda, he asked, “What’s got your attention?” He took a sip and made a face. Flat, ick.
“Scott gave me a malfunctioning piece of his equipment to fiddle with. He says if I can fix it, he’ll teach me about some of that Fourth World tech he’s got.”
“Huh. Interesting. Hey, Ted, can I show you something real quick?”
Ted sat back, craning his head up to look at Booster. “What’s up?”
Booster upturned the can.
There was a heartbeat of silence. Then another. Then, “Did you just dump soda on me!?”
“Oh dear,” Booster said carelessly, tossing the can over his shoulder. “How could that possibly have happened?”
Ted’s expression was quickly going from stunned to furious. “You could’ve gotten it on the equipment!”
“Guess that means you have to take a shower before you can tinker some more, huh? Pity, isn’t it?”
The glare was fierce, but defeated. “I hate you so much.”
“I’ll cry myself to sleep, tonight.”
Grumbling, Ted stomped out of the workshop and up to the second floor of the embassy, not caring that Booster was following except to throw his wet, sticky shirt in Booster’s face. Admittedly, Ted did feel better and refreshed after his shower. And a little tired. Maybe a nap would do him some good before he tackled Scott’s stuff again.
He froze in his doorway, blinking at Booster who was sprawled artfully and nude on Ted’s bedsheets, slowly running his fingers over his cock. Ted swallowed hard.
“Are you tired?” Booster asked, eyes locked on to Ted’s, the blue intense and still idly stroking himself.
Ted took a moment to clear his throat, vaguely proud of the fact his voice didn’t crack or waver. “Why? Did you need something?”
“Not really,” the blond let out a soft sight, eyelids fluttering briefly. “You could probably use some rest.”
“Funny, I’m thinking you had something specific you wanted to do.” Ted found he had, at some point, moved to the side of his bed, just staring down at Booster and watching the large hand sliding up and down, occasionally letting fingertips run through curled blond hair or dip lower to brush against his sack. Ted was half-hard inside his pants.
“That’s the thing about your time,” Booster tossed his head slightly, hair gone out like a halo around his face, “you sexualize everything.” He pumped his hips up once.
Oh, to hell with it. Ted yanked his clothes off of him, clambering gracelessly onto the bed and crawled up Booster’s body until he could pull the other man into a burning kiss. “So in the future,” Ted half gasped, half growled against Booster’s lips, “it’s not sexual to be jacking off in someone’s bed?”
“I never said it wasn’t.” He kissed back, running his palms over Ted’s shoulders and down his chest, feeling the skin still warm and wet from the shower. “People now just take it to the extreme.” Booster rolled them over, rubbing his thigh over Ted’s erection even as he pressed his own into Ted’s hip. They both moaned in appreciation, hands mapping out each other’s bodies. “Where I come from, a body is a body and what makes it special is who that body is.” Booster ducked his head, not breaking his gaze from Ted even as he grazed his teeth over a nipple. “The reason why I’m so attracted to your body is because it’s you.”
Ted’s back arched up, one hand weaving through Booster’s hair as he moaned, eyes rolling back. Booster turned his head, lips nipping at the palm and wrist. “Tell me what you want, Ted. Anything you want from me, just let me know.”
“Anything, Booster. God, do anything to me. I just want to feel you...”
Booster just kissed him tenderly, re-exploring the space of Ted’s mouth, the way he tasted and how he purred against Booster’s lips. He kissed his way down Ted’s neck and his chest, hands sweeping over the flushed body beneath him. “You’re so hot,” he kissed an upraised knee, fingertips light on the insides of Ted’s thighs. “I could stare at you all day, looking just like this.”
“Please don’t,” Ted lifted his hips encouragingly. “I don’t think I’d last long without getting bored and just pouncing you.”
“Normally I’d be okay with that. Tonight, though,” he traced a finger up the back of Ted’s thigh, over the curve of his ass and down the cleft and teasing the opening there, “I’m feeling a bit impatient myself.”
Ted’s hand shot out and slammed a little too loudly against his nightstand before fumbling for the lube. He barely got his fingers around it before he tossed it to Booster whose grin was filled with such dirty, promising things that Ted groaned and pressed his hip against Booster’s hand.
Booster laughed, kissing Ted’s knee again before uncapping the lube. “Hang on, hang on. I’m not going anywhere and you definitely aren’t.” A finger pressed against Ted’s opening, cold and wet and slipping in in that wonderful way made Ted’s breathing hitch. He sighed, hips flexing in time to the tiny motions of Booster’s finger. At the second finger the sigh turned to a whimper and the flexing into shallow rocking. When three fingers twisted and pressed inside of him, Ted’s head was thrown back, hands fisting the bedsheets.
“Ready?”
“God, yes! If I were anymore ready I’d be taking myself!”
Booster raised an eyebrow at that. “Really? I’d like to see that, actually.”
Ted gave a huff of laughter. “I don’t think that’s actually possible...”
“Pity. Ah well, there’s way to get around that.” Booster pulled his hand away from Ted and pretended to scrawl a note on his palm as he said, “Note to self: buy Ted a dildo for his birthday.”
“If you don’t hurry up and get inside me, I’ll just go get one for myself now!”
“Aren’t you pushy?” But Booster pressed forward, slowly easing himself into Ted and any comment Ted would’ve made was lost in pleasure and a full-bodied moan. Which would’ve been an unfair way to end the argument if Ted even cared in the first place.
Instead he wriggled, making Booster gasp and reflexively snap his hips forward. Ted gave a self-satisfied grin. “You feel so good,” he murmured, looking at Booster as if there was nothing better in the world than to be there with him like that. Booster felt the exact same way.
He rocked his hips against Ted, taking a few strokes to find the perfect angle that caused Ted’s back to arch and make him go, “Yes! Like that- God, Booster, just like that!” More than happy to acquiesce, Booster pistoned his hips again and again until Ted was a writhing, babbling mess of pleasure.
Then, suddenly, Booster’s hips stilled and Ted’s eyes snapped open. “Booster-“
“Mi amas vin.”
Ted stared, for a moment not recognizing Booster wasn’t talking in English, just that he didn’t understand what was said. Booster leaned close enough to drop kisses between saying, “Vi estas tiel bela. Vi tute ne scias kiel miriga vi estas.”
Ted’s breathing came out a little faster, the foreign words and Booster’s low, velvet voice sending thrills of electricity through his body. “Booster,” he moaned.
“Mi neniam renkontis iu kiel vi,” he said, nuzzling the hairs on Ted’s chest, trailing open mouthed kisses to a nipple and taking it between his lips. “Do bela. Do mirinda,” Booster murmured, “Mi neniam volis iun ajn volas mi volas vin.”
“God, Booster!” Ted gasped, the cadence of Booster’s words pulsing beneath his skin. His legs tightened around Booster’s hips, trying to get the blond to move.
“Mi volas resti kun vi por ĉiam. Mi volas vekiĝ ĉiu mateno ĉe via flanko.”
Ted whimpered, thrusting himself shamelessly on Booster’s cock, helpless against a voice like smoke and lust and all the wondrous things Ted never had before. His hands scrabbled over Booster’s shoulders, blunt nails scratching over his back. He tried not to make a sound, wanted Booster’s voice to fill every inch of his awareness but Ted could never help babbling.
“More. Oh God, Booster, give me more.”
“Mi ne povas kred mi povas tuŝ vi ŝat ĉi tiu. Mi ne povas kred vi dezir mi subten.”
Ted’s ankles locked behind Booster, thighs quivering as he pistoned their bodies together so hard only his shoulders were on the bed. “Anything- say anything. Don’t stop, please!”
“Vi estas ĉio mi povus iam ajn dezir. Vi estas mia plej bona amiko. Vi estas mia animo.”
“Booster...!”
“Mi amas vin,” Booster pressed his face against Ted’s collarbone, voice gone ragged and barely keeping his body still. “Mi amas vin pli ol io ajn.” He gasped and whimpered out, “Ted,” and Ted came with a strangled cry.
When sense came back to Ted, Booster was rocking into him frantically, the mantra of Ted’s name occasionally broken by some words Ted could neither understand nor really hear. Within a handful of strokes, Booster’s body tensed and he came with a tremble and whimper that made Ted bundle him up in his arms. He kissed Booster’s hair and cheek and shoulder, holding him until the shocks broke off and Booster curled up as close to Ted as physically possible.
Eventually he lifted his head just enough to give the other man a languid kiss, their tongues intertwining with lazy familiarity. When they pulled apart, Ted gave a huff and said, “Wow.”
Booster grinned back. “Why thank you.”
“What was that?”
That got a haughty, “Well, I don’t know what you were doing, but I was getting laid.” Booster squeaked when Ted pinched his side.
“You know what I meant.”
“If you knew what you meant you should have said it.”
Ted slapped Booster’s butt in reply to which Booster responded by going after Ted’s ticklish spots. Things only escalated from there. The two wrestled on the bed, their curses punctuated by laughter and ‘ow, you dirty bastard!’s. Just as Booster was preparing to begin round two of sex, Ted jolted upright with an, “I got it!” Before Booster could open his mouth, Ted had already shot out of the room.
As the sound of pounding feet faded down the hall, Booster sighed, went to the bathroom to clean himself off and put on some underwear and pants before stepping out of the room in time to hear a wolf whistle and, “OH GOD WHY?”
Bundling Ted’s boxers and sweatpants under an arm, Booster made his way down the stairs to the embassy’s main room. Guy was writhing on the floor, Scott looked somewhere between disturbed and ill and Dinah was trying not to laugh herself silly.
“Did Ted just streak by?” Booster asked nonchalantly.
“Yup,” she gave a huge, self-satisfied grin. “You are a lucky man, Gold.” Guy whimpered to himself.
“Thanks. By the way,” Booster shook Ted’s clothes at Scott, “I blame you for this.”
---
Taken from an online translator so I can’t vouch for accuracy.
Translations: “I love you.”
“You’re so beautiful. You have no idea how amazing you are.”
“I never met anyone like you. So beautiful. So wonderful. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you.”
“I want to stay with you forever. I want to wake up every morning at your side.”
“I can’t believe I can touch you like this. I can’t believe you want me back.”
“You’re everything I could ever want. You’re my best friend. You’re my soul.”
“I love you. I love you more than anything.”
Title: All Work and No Play
Fandom: DCU
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1965
Characters: Ted, Booster, cameos by Dinah, Guy and Scott
Summary: ...makes Booster a horny man. Set rather early in their JLI days.
He’d been standing in the door for a good five minutes but Ted still hadn’t looked up from his worktable, just as he hadn’t looked up (or moved from his seat) all the other times Booster had periodically stood in the doorway. With a heavy sigh, he decided to just go in and deal with the situation.
“Hey, Ted.”
“Hm? Oh, hey,” he responded, still not looking up.
“You’ve been here since this morning,” Booster said, taking the time to count the mugs and soda cans piled haphazardly just within Ted’s reach. “Did you even go to bed last night?” He gave up after fifteen.
“I dunno, what time is it?”
“That’s a big no. You need to sleep sometime.”
Ted waved off the concern. “I will. I’m close to solving this thing.”
Booster rolled his eyes. Picking up a partially full can of soda, he asked, “What’s got your attention?” He took a sip and made a face. Flat, ick.
“Scott gave me a malfunctioning piece of his equipment to fiddle with. He says if I can fix it, he’ll teach me about some of that Fourth World tech he’s got.”
“Huh. Interesting. Hey, Ted, can I show you something real quick?”
Ted sat back, craning his head up to look at Booster. “What’s up?”
Booster upturned the can.
There was a heartbeat of silence. Then another. Then, “Did you just dump soda on me!?”
“Oh dear,” Booster said carelessly, tossing the can over his shoulder. “How could that possibly have happened?”
Ted’s expression was quickly going from stunned to furious. “You could’ve gotten it on the equipment!”
“Guess that means you have to take a shower before you can tinker some more, huh? Pity, isn’t it?”
The glare was fierce, but defeated. “I hate you so much.”
“I’ll cry myself to sleep, tonight.”
Grumbling, Ted stomped out of the workshop and up to the second floor of the embassy, not caring that Booster was following except to throw his wet, sticky shirt in Booster’s face. Admittedly, Ted did feel better and refreshed after his shower. And a little tired. Maybe a nap would do him some good before he tackled Scott’s stuff again.
He froze in his doorway, blinking at Booster who was sprawled artfully and nude on Ted’s bedsheets, slowly running his fingers over his cock. Ted swallowed hard.
“Are you tired?” Booster asked, eyes locked on to Ted’s, the blue intense and still idly stroking himself.
Ted took a moment to clear his throat, vaguely proud of the fact his voice didn’t crack or waver. “Why? Did you need something?”
“Not really,” the blond let out a soft sight, eyelids fluttering briefly. “You could probably use some rest.”
“Funny, I’m thinking you had something specific you wanted to do.” Ted found he had, at some point, moved to the side of his bed, just staring down at Booster and watching the large hand sliding up and down, occasionally letting fingertips run through curled blond hair or dip lower to brush against his sack. Ted was half-hard inside his pants.
“That’s the thing about your time,” Booster tossed his head slightly, hair gone out like a halo around his face, “you sexualize everything.” He pumped his hips up once.
Oh, to hell with it. Ted yanked his clothes off of him, clambering gracelessly onto the bed and crawled up Booster’s body until he could pull the other man into a burning kiss. “So in the future,” Ted half gasped, half growled against Booster’s lips, “it’s not sexual to be jacking off in someone’s bed?”
“I never said it wasn’t.” He kissed back, running his palms over Ted’s shoulders and down his chest, feeling the skin still warm and wet from the shower. “People now just take it to the extreme.” Booster rolled them over, rubbing his thigh over Ted’s erection even as he pressed his own into Ted’s hip. They both moaned in appreciation, hands mapping out each other’s bodies. “Where I come from, a body is a body and what makes it special is who that body is.” Booster ducked his head, not breaking his gaze from Ted even as he grazed his teeth over a nipple. “The reason why I’m so attracted to your body is because it’s you.”
Ted’s back arched up, one hand weaving through Booster’s hair as he moaned, eyes rolling back. Booster turned his head, lips nipping at the palm and wrist. “Tell me what you want, Ted. Anything you want from me, just let me know.”
“Anything, Booster. God, do anything to me. I just want to feel you...”
Booster just kissed him tenderly, re-exploring the space of Ted’s mouth, the way he tasted and how he purred against Booster’s lips. He kissed his way down Ted’s neck and his chest, hands sweeping over the flushed body beneath him. “You’re so hot,” he kissed an upraised knee, fingertips light on the insides of Ted’s thighs. “I could stare at you all day, looking just like this.”
“Please don’t,” Ted lifted his hips encouragingly. “I don’t think I’d last long without getting bored and just pouncing you.”
“Normally I’d be okay with that. Tonight, though,” he traced a finger up the back of Ted’s thigh, over the curve of his ass and down the cleft and teasing the opening there, “I’m feeling a bit impatient myself.”
Ted’s hand shot out and slammed a little too loudly against his nightstand before fumbling for the lube. He barely got his fingers around it before he tossed it to Booster whose grin was filled with such dirty, promising things that Ted groaned and pressed his hip against Booster’s hand.
Booster laughed, kissing Ted’s knee again before uncapping the lube. “Hang on, hang on. I’m not going anywhere and you definitely aren’t.” A finger pressed against Ted’s opening, cold and wet and slipping in in that wonderful way made Ted’s breathing hitch. He sighed, hips flexing in time to the tiny motions of Booster’s finger. At the second finger the sigh turned to a whimper and the flexing into shallow rocking. When three fingers twisted and pressed inside of him, Ted’s head was thrown back, hands fisting the bedsheets.
“Ready?”
“God, yes! If I were anymore ready I’d be taking myself!”
Booster raised an eyebrow at that. “Really? I’d like to see that, actually.”
Ted gave a huff of laughter. “I don’t think that’s actually possible...”
“Pity. Ah well, there’s way to get around that.” Booster pulled his hand away from Ted and pretended to scrawl a note on his palm as he said, “Note to self: buy Ted a dildo for his birthday.”
“If you don’t hurry up and get inside me, I’ll just go get one for myself now!”
“Aren’t you pushy?” But Booster pressed forward, slowly easing himself into Ted and any comment Ted would’ve made was lost in pleasure and a full-bodied moan. Which would’ve been an unfair way to end the argument if Ted even cared in the first place.
Instead he wriggled, making Booster gasp and reflexively snap his hips forward. Ted gave a self-satisfied grin. “You feel so good,” he murmured, looking at Booster as if there was nothing better in the world than to be there with him like that. Booster felt the exact same way.
He rocked his hips against Ted, taking a few strokes to find the perfect angle that caused Ted’s back to arch and make him go, “Yes! Like that- God, Booster, just like that!” More than happy to acquiesce, Booster pistoned his hips again and again until Ted was a writhing, babbling mess of pleasure.
Then, suddenly, Booster’s hips stilled and Ted’s eyes snapped open. “Booster-“
“Mi amas vin.”
Ted stared, for a moment not recognizing Booster wasn’t talking in English, just that he didn’t understand what was said. Booster leaned close enough to drop kisses between saying, “Vi estas tiel bela. Vi tute ne scias kiel miriga vi estas.”
Ted’s breathing came out a little faster, the foreign words and Booster’s low, velvet voice sending thrills of electricity through his body. “Booster,” he moaned.
“Mi neniam renkontis iu kiel vi,” he said, nuzzling the hairs on Ted’s chest, trailing open mouthed kisses to a nipple and taking it between his lips. “Do bela. Do mirinda,” Booster murmured, “Mi neniam volis iun ajn volas mi volas vin.”
“God, Booster!” Ted gasped, the cadence of Booster’s words pulsing beneath his skin. His legs tightened around Booster’s hips, trying to get the blond to move.
“Mi volas resti kun vi por ĉiam. Mi volas vekiĝ ĉiu mateno ĉe via flanko.”
Ted whimpered, thrusting himself shamelessly on Booster’s cock, helpless against a voice like smoke and lust and all the wondrous things Ted never had before. His hands scrabbled over Booster’s shoulders, blunt nails scratching over his back. He tried not to make a sound, wanted Booster’s voice to fill every inch of his awareness but Ted could never help babbling.
“More. Oh God, Booster, give me more.”
“Mi ne povas kred mi povas tuŝ vi ŝat ĉi tiu. Mi ne povas kred vi dezir mi subten.”
Ted’s ankles locked behind Booster, thighs quivering as he pistoned their bodies together so hard only his shoulders were on the bed. “Anything- say anything. Don’t stop, please!”
“Vi estas ĉio mi povus iam ajn dezir. Vi estas mia plej bona amiko. Vi estas mia animo.”
“Booster...!”
“Mi amas vin,” Booster pressed his face against Ted’s collarbone, voice gone ragged and barely keeping his body still. “Mi amas vin pli ol io ajn.” He gasped and whimpered out, “Ted,” and Ted came with a strangled cry.
When sense came back to Ted, Booster was rocking into him frantically, the mantra of Ted’s name occasionally broken by some words Ted could neither understand nor really hear. Within a handful of strokes, Booster’s body tensed and he came with a tremble and whimper that made Ted bundle him up in his arms. He kissed Booster’s hair and cheek and shoulder, holding him until the shocks broke off and Booster curled up as close to Ted as physically possible.
Eventually he lifted his head just enough to give the other man a languid kiss, their tongues intertwining with lazy familiarity. When they pulled apart, Ted gave a huff and said, “Wow.”
Booster grinned back. “Why thank you.”
“What was that?”
That got a haughty, “Well, I don’t know what you were doing, but I was getting laid.” Booster squeaked when Ted pinched his side.
“You know what I meant.”
“If you knew what you meant you should have said it.”
Ted slapped Booster’s butt in reply to which Booster responded by going after Ted’s ticklish spots. Things only escalated from there. The two wrestled on the bed, their curses punctuated by laughter and ‘ow, you dirty bastard!’s. Just as Booster was preparing to begin round two of sex, Ted jolted upright with an, “I got it!” Before Booster could open his mouth, Ted had already shot out of the room.
As the sound of pounding feet faded down the hall, Booster sighed, went to the bathroom to clean himself off and put on some underwear and pants before stepping out of the room in time to hear a wolf whistle and, “OH GOD WHY?”
Bundling Ted’s boxers and sweatpants under an arm, Booster made his way down the stairs to the embassy’s main room. Guy was writhing on the floor, Scott looked somewhere between disturbed and ill and Dinah was trying not to laugh herself silly.
“Did Ted just streak by?” Booster asked nonchalantly.
“Yup,” she gave a huge, self-satisfied grin. “You are a lucky man, Gold.” Guy whimpered to himself.
“Thanks. By the way,” Booster shook Ted’s clothes at Scott, “I blame you for this.”
---
Taken from an online translator so I can’t vouch for accuracy.
Translations: “I love you.”
“You’re so beautiful. You have no idea how amazing you are.”
“I never met anyone like you. So beautiful. So wonderful. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you.”
“I want to stay with you forever. I want to wake up every morning at your side.”
“I can’t believe I can touch you like this. I can’t believe you want me back.”
“You’re everything I could ever want. You’re my best friend. You’re my soul.”
“I love you. I love you more than anything.”
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Date: 2010-02-12 06:10 pm (UTC)I'm a believer that Booster isn't nearly as shallow as everyone thinks he is. He's just easily overwhelmed by the hyper-sexualized time is all |D
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Date: 2010-02-12 06:17 pm (UTC)He's also not as dumb.
Usually.