ajremix | [fic][DCU, Ted, Booster, NC-17] Pants Shouldn't be this Difficult

Title: Pants Shouldn’t be this Difficult
Fandom: DCU
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1781
Characters: Ted, Booster, appearances by Superman, Oracle and Dr. Mid-Nite
In Response to:

boostle anon kink meme
Summary: Ted created his costume so only a very few could get it off as a safety feature. That comes back to bite him in the ass. In a very sexy way.

Super hearing or not, it was pretty obvious that Oracle was trying not to smile by the extremely measured way she said, “I’m sorry, could you repeat that?”

Clark stifled a heavy sigh. “I asked if you know how to take off Ted’s pants.”

“That’s rather forward of you. Does your wife know about this?”

“Oracle...”

“Though I supposed even being married to the Man of Steel she still has her fantasies.”

“Oracle...”

“Or is this maybe not her fantasy?”

Clark sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Ted is unconscious and Dr. Mid-Nite suspects he maybe have a broken or at least sprained ankle which he can’t verify with Ted’s uniform in the way.”

“I can see how that would be problematic.” There was a pause and then the faintest sounds of Oracle drinking something. “So why are you asking me?”

“Because however Ted created his suit, it’s pretty much impossible for us to take it off without guidance.”

“I know that. What makes you think I know how to bypass that?”

Clark blinked in surprise. “You mean you don’t know how?”

“No.”

“He never told you?”

“No.”

“But aren’t you two-“

“No.” Her words had an edge. “Why don’t you ask Booster?”

That surprised Clark yet again. “You think he’d know?”

“Ask him.”

“Are they...?”

Oracle’s smirk was audible. “Ask him.”

~*~*~*~

Ted woke up feeling good. A little fuzzy in the head and floaty like, but feeling good nonetheless. He was lying in a warm, comfy bed and he had a nice nap and, best of all, Booster was in bed with him, tugging at his pants. Okay, so Ted couldn’t actually see Booster as he was lying down, but he was the only other person who could take off Ted’s costume and Ted knew those hands that smoothed over his thighs so warm and familiar.

“Booooster,” he drawled, head lolling against the pillow.

On cue, Booster’s shiny blond head popped into view. “Hey, buddy,” he grinned brightly, “good to have you awake again!”

Ted just smiled a big, pleased, all-is-right-in-the-world smile. Booster returned it with an amused one of his own, asking, “How’re you feeling?”

“’m good,” Ted sighed, body heavy in the comfortable embrace of the bed. He could look at Booster all day.

“Good.” Booster patted Ted’s side, moving back to his legs. “You just relax, okay? I’ll take care of things.”

Having to crane his neck in order to keep looking at Booster, Ted frowned. While he certain had no qualms about being undressed by hot, shiny future men who were also his best friend, he took issue with the fact that a) Booster was still fully dressed himself, and b) there was a distinct imbalance in the naked-to-foreplay ratio. If Booster were to continue the taking off of Ted’s pants, both points needed to be rectified.

Squirming and making an unhappy noise, Ted whined out, “Booster,” until the man came back to stand by his shoulder again.

“What? What is it? Something hurt?”

Instead of answering, Ted’s hand fumbled against Booster’s arm and shoulder and it wasn’t until Ted’s hand hooked behind Booster’s neck and drew him down did he react. “Whoa, hey!” Booster pulled back abruptly. “Not now, I’m kinda busy at the moment.”

Ted narrowed his eyes. Sex without Booster kisses would not do at all. So Ted shoved himself upright and when Booster started, trying to get him to lie back down, Ted wrapped both arms around wonderfully broad shoulders and jerked him in until their lips met a little harder than Ted meant. Booster struggled and Ted sucked on his lower lip, not letting him pull back an inch.

“We can’t be doing this,” Booster tried to say, but it came out muffled and quickly degenerated into a groan as Ted snaked his tongue between Booster’s teeth, swiping it along the roof of Booster’s mouth and twining it with Booster’s own. Ted coaxed Booster’s tongue into his own mouth, sucking on it, making little sounds as hands gripped his shoulders and as Booster finally kissed back, Ted’s mewling turned into whimpers.

It gave Ted just the distraction he needed to push Booster’s visor and cowl from his face, running his fingers through beautiful golden hair as he did. Booster tried to pull back again, tried to make another pleading ‘we shouldn’t’ remark until Ted skritched his nails down the back of his neck, making a hard shudder run all the way down the length of Booster’s spine.

His name was whispered out somewhere between a plea and a prayer and Ted rubbed his thumb behind Booster’s ear, making him tilt his head back with a purr, leaving the long, tempting column of his neck open for teeth and tongue to make their marks. With Booster standing by his side and his pants tangled around his knees, the angle was an uncomfortable one for Ted and he managed, through sheer force of horniness, to scoot over on the bed and stretch Booster out next to him without once lifting his mouth from the spot where Ted attempted to see if it was possible to leave a hickey through Booster’s uniform.

“Oh God, Ted,” Booster writhed as hands slid up the hem of his top, palms insistent and hot against his skin, fingers fitting into the valleys of ribs and caressing rolling and clenching muscles. “We,” Booster’s brow furrowed as he attempted to remember how to line up words correctly and was nearly thrown off by Ted kissing the crease between his eyebrows and licking it smooth again, “we need to stop...”

Ted’s hummed response vibrated over Booster’s skin, nerves jumping as work-worn hands started pulling too-shiny pants down. “That so?” Ted rolled their hips together, long, slow and deliciously rough. “I think something may disagree with you there.”

“But-“

“You complain too much,” Ted straddled Booster’s hips, sliding their lips together sweetly. “Which means I gotta stop you from thinking.”

He roughly yanked Booster’s pants and underwear down to mid-thigh and before Booster could do anything more than give a startled ‘eep!’, Ted swallowed the head of Booster’s cock, tongue rubbing hard against bundled nerves and reducing Booster to a gibbering, moaning mess. Ted sucked hard, pulling his mouth back and Booster’s hips snapped up, trying to slide into the heat and wet and tight which made Ted chuckle which in turn caused Booster to jerk upright with a shout.

“You’re being really annoying right now. Thought you should know,” a hand to Booster’s chest shoved him right back down and before he could get up again or start down the suddenly-responsible road again, Ted shimmied out of his pants and underwear entirely (how Booster expected sex with them still on was beyond Ted). Booster’s eyes widened, hypnotized by the movement and Ted snickered at the hands that smoothed up his thighs and to his hips. Ted lined up the hips, bearing his weight down and up, making both men shut their eyes and groan as erection thrust deliciously hot against erection. Ted settled himself over Booster’s chest and arms, ensuring there’d be no more interruptions before he began pistoning his hips in earnest.

“Mmph, oh fuck, Ted,” Booster tossed his head to one side, hands fisting into the sheets as Ted’s pace quickened. A mouth sucked on Booster’s neck, peppering kisses over collarbones, shoulders, chest, whatever Ted could reach.

“So beautiful,” Ted nipped at the soft underside of Booster’s jaw. “Can’t get enough of you. Just... so hot, so... hngh...”

“More. Harder, Ted, give me more...!”

Ted spread his legs wider, settling himself even more against Booster’s hips, grinding down on him hard enough that one or both of them would probably be bruised somewhere by the end. But he didn’t care- neither of them did. Hands found their way onto Ted’s ass, gripping tightly and Booster’s hips snapped up, meeting Ted’s in mind-blowing pleasure. Their worlds were reduced to the little space between them, where their pants mingled and sweat clung to their skin and they smelled of sex and each other. A finger slid inside Ted’s entrance and his rhythm stuttered, caught between humping wildly against Booster’s cock or fucking himself on his finger.

Then Booster pumped his finger in time to their undulating hips and Ted babbled uncontrollably. “Yes, oh God, Booster, yesyesyes, just like that,” his forehead pressed into Booster’s shoulder, body flying with sensation and need and being so damn close to completion. “You’re perfect, I love you so much. Booster- God, Booster!”

Ted came with a strained shout, heat splashed across the both of them slick and wonderful, the slide of their bodies smearing the mess over Booster’s skin and to Ted it was just one more way to mark the blond as his. Easing himself back, Ted wrapped his hand around Booster’s cock, fisting down it’s length and letting his knuckles caress his balls. Booster, already writhing under the assault of Ted’s body and voice taking over all his senses, arched his back and came, gasping Ted’s name and clutching at him desperately.

When the aftershocks faded and Booster resettled into reality, Ted had already wiped them both clean with the corner of a bed sheet and happily curled up against Booster’s side. “Hmmmm, I love wake-up sex,” Ted said with a sleepy slur to his voice. After which, he nuzzled his nose into the seam where Booster’s neck met his shoulder and promptly dozed off.

Booster, however, clapped a hand to his face and muttered, “I can’t believe we just did that.”

“Well,” Dr. Mid-Nite said from somewhere beyond Booster’s line of sight which at least met halfway to his wish to fall into a bottomless pit at that moment, “I think it’s safe to say Ted’s leg suffered no major damage. I should still check to see if anything was twisted or strained, however.” Though, judging from his voice and the lack of any movement, Dr. Mid-Nite didn’t seem like he wanted to do that at all.

From somewhere near the physician came Clark’s voice sounding rather thin and desperate. “Thank you, Booster, I think we can take care of it from here. You should... go use the showers. We’ll call you when Ted wakes up again.”

After muttering something that could have been an ‘okay’ or ‘thank you’ or ‘I think I’ll toss myself in the nearest black hole now’, Booster wriggled out from under Ted, readjusted his costume and then promptly tore out of the infirmary. Clark suppressed a groan as he recalled Wally was the one on monitor duty.

He had a sinking feeling that a tape of the incident would be making its rounds shortly.