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ajremixTitle: Have Your Cake and Eat it
Fandom: DCU
Rating: R
Word Count: 1610
Characters: Ted, Booster, various JLI appearances and mentions
Summary: Because I wanted desperately to makewhipping boy Booster happy, even just a bit. Thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dinahqueen for the initial idea. Booster gets spoiled on his birthday.
It sounded like a good idea at the time.
Actually, no, it didn’t sound like a good idea at the time because it never would’ve sounded like a good idea at any time (unless someone else was doing it for his benefit). But that’s what he got for being so desperate to come up with something to get for Booster’s birthday that he asked his teammates for advice. Which was why, by Ralph and Sue’s mutual prodding, Ted was doing probably the stupidest possible thing in his life.
He was wearing a g-string. Because hiding inside an oversized cake wasn’t stupid enough on its own.
It was far too late to back out now so Ted just strained his ears and waited for his cue. There was something about the entire plan that kept niggling at the back of his head, though. Something that was warning him the whole thing was going to end up as a disaster.
The last few bars of the horribly mangled birthday song ended and Ted popped himself up. His hands slammed into the cake cover, followed closely by the top of his head. He sank back down with a painful ‘owww...’
He heard the outside go quiet. Then Booster’s voice asking, “Why did my cake just move?”
Ted pushed against the top again, but it didn’t move. He shoved and grunted, then he started cursing. He heard Booster ask, “Why does my cake sound like Ted?”
“Oh, please tell me a half-naked Ted is trying to jump out of the cake!” Bea cackled.
Tora sounded more concerned. “Ted’s inside?”
“Think ya need to hit the weights some, huh Blue Butt?” Guy crowed before promptly guffawing his ugly head off. Ted slammed his head into the side of the cake- he told Guy about the plan. That’s why he had a bad feeling about it.
Because the entire thing wasn’t stupid enough that he had to tell Guy.
“I think he’s stuck,” said Booster, “hang on- I’ll get my blasters and-“
“Oh no you don’t!” Max interrupted. “We paid money for that monstrosity and you aren’t going to destroy it until it’s been enjoyed!”
“I’m enjoying this.”
“You don’t count, Guy. Scott, you’re the master escape artist. Would you help him escape without ruining the cake?”
“Sure, Max. Dear? Would you be so kind?”
There was the distinct sound of Barda’s grumbling gradually growing closer. “I’ll never understand these weird Earth customs.”
Something was shuffled off from overhead and Ted gave a tentative push to the cover that easily came up. He tossed it off and half pulled himself out of the cake to snap at Guy, “You ass! What’s the big idea?”
“The big idea was to laugh at your expense!” The Lantern sneered in response.
“Oh, Ted,” Tora said, the picture of sympathy, “do you need help getting out?”
“Hurry up and move so I can put this back,” Barda added.
Ted took one look at the multi-tiered cake that looked over three feet tall. “Why do we need that much cake?”
“To feed everyone, obviously,” Max said, sweeping out his hand. Ted blinked and looked around. And found himself not only surrounded by the entire Justice League America, but the European branch as well. He flared bright red, then sunk back inside the cake.
“Aw, c’mon Ted!” The opening darkened as Booster floated up just enough to look inside. “It’s not so bad- are you naked in there?”
“What- no!”
“Yes, you are! You’re in my cake and not wearing a thing!” Booster leaned in further and Ted had a split moment of panic at the idea that he’d climb inside just to prove his point.
“I am not!” Ted smooshed a hand into Booster’s face, trying to keep him out. “I’m wearing something!”
“Wearing what? I don’t see anything!”
“Would you stop that? Get outta here!”
“Oh hey- you are wearing something. Is that a g-string?”
“Goddammit!”
“You’re wearing a g-string for my birthday?”
“Booster!”
J’onn rubbed at his face. “Tora? Would you please get a robe for Ted?”
~*~*~*~
There wasn’t many that could pull off sitting around in a bathrobe after being thoroughly mortified in front of their peers with any dignity. Ted wasn’t one of those people, but he sure as hell gave it a try. He accepted Tora’s apologies on behalf of the rest of the Leaguers, he ignored the other ladies’ snickering and gently turned down Dimitri’s completely friendly and unsarcastic offers to help him build some more muscle mass. Ted spent most of the party glaring at Ralph and Sue for their ‘helpful advice’, ignored Guy for being, well, Guy, and, instead of punching Wally for all his incessant teasing, kept pushing cake at him until he started vibrating so much from the sugar rush J’onn told him to go for a run. Ted hoped he got a sugar crash somewhere in the middle of the Pacific.
All the while Booster was hamming it up to everyone. But he kept giving Ted little glances where his eyes brightened and his grin grew and several times the only thing Ted could think of was Booster wanted to lick more than just icing from his fork.
As Ted was merely a man in only a bathrobe and g-string, there wasn’t much he could do to hide just what those looks were doing to him. So the first chance he got to slip away without anyone noticing him, Ted took it.
He should’ve know that he’d been seen and followed and he was halfway up the stairs when arms circled around his waist and pulled him back against a strong, warm body.
“I can’t believe you did that,” Booster snickered into his ear. He was definitely in a happy mood- he’d been the center of attention for most the day, had a pile of shiny presents, was full of cake and wine and was now purring against his best friend.
“Glad you enjoyed it,” Ted said dryly, trying to ignore the fact that Booster was pressed against him from top to bottom, “because it’s not happening again.”
“Hmmm. Haveta make the best of this time, then.” A hand wandered under the bathrobe and, even though the palm was hot and smooth it still made Ted suck in a breath and jump. “Can’t believe you did that for me,” Booster breathed out, thumb rubbing over Ted’s abdomen and the other tracing where the hem ended low on his thigh. Lips brushed the shell of Ted’s ear, followed by the nip of teeth trailing down until Booster reached his neck and sucked lightly at the skin.
“Booster...”
“Your room.”
“Yes.”
Ted felt his feet leaving the ground as Booster flew them up the stairs and down the hall. They barely got into Ted’s room before Booster was trying to tug off the robe and smother Ted with kisses and get them to bed at the same time. Instead he yanked one of Ted’s arms at and awkward angle, bit his tongue when a shoulder hit him in the jaw and the two toppled over onto the floor.
Despite it all, Ted started laughing. “Patience, young grasshopper,” he teased with a beatific grin, “the sexing will come in due time.”
“Oh, sure,” Booster slurred, his tongue still smarting, “you laugh.”
“C’mere, you’re such a baby.” Ted rolled over and took Booster’s face into his hands before pressing their lips together. It didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen or for Ted to end up on his back and Booster enthusiastically took control, licking every inch of Ted’s mouth, hands skimming over his body until Ted started writhing and whining.
“Wait, wait.”
“Now you want to be patient?” Ted nearly shrieked as Booster pulled back.
“No, I just- I really want to see you,” Booster tugged the robe open, letting it pool around the brunette and he kneeled back, just looking at him. Ted fidgeted, simultaneously shy and turned on by the utter adoration and lust in Booster’s expression. “You,” came out hushed as Booster tried to figure out how to put emotions into words, “you’re just so...” his hands traced over the thin band of material that laid against Ted’s hips, dipping low and showing off the curls trailing down his navel and spreading out around the shiny blue package between his thighs.
Deciding to give up on words, Booster just bent down and mouthed Ted through the g-string, licking and sucking at the material while Ted shuddered and bucked against him.
“Oh God, Booster!”
Booster whimpered, closing his lips over Ted’s still-clothed erection. “I can’t believe you’re wearing this,” he muttered, “for me. So much I wanna do to you, Ted, I don’t even know where to start.”
“Well,” Ted panted, trying to remember what words were, “what sounds good right now?”
“Everything.”
He let out a breathless chuckle. “It is your birthday for another few hours.” He rolled his hips up, deliberately brushing against Booster’s chin. “So why not?”
Big blue eyes got even bigger. “You mean...?”
“Anything you want, buddy. Just so long as you finish blowing me first because- God, your mouth is just-“
Whatever Ted was going to say was lost when Booster lunged up and thoroughly kissed him until both were breathless and dizzy with each other. “Ted, you’re the absolute greatest.”
Ted grinned and gave Booster a little peck. “I know. Now how ‘bout showing me how much you appreciate my greatness?”
And he did. Several times. And if anyone was bothered by the fact that the birthday boy had left his party early, they were smart enough not to bring it up.
Fandom: DCU
Rating: R
Word Count: 1610
Characters: Ted, Booster, various JLI appearances and mentions
Summary: Because I wanted desperately to make
dinahqueen for the initial idea. Booster gets spoiled on his birthday.It sounded like a good idea at the time.
Actually, no, it didn’t sound like a good idea at the time because it never would’ve sounded like a good idea at any time (unless someone else was doing it for his benefit). But that’s what he got for being so desperate to come up with something to get for Booster’s birthday that he asked his teammates for advice. Which was why, by Ralph and Sue’s mutual prodding, Ted was doing probably the stupidest possible thing in his life.
He was wearing a g-string. Because hiding inside an oversized cake wasn’t stupid enough on its own.
It was far too late to back out now so Ted just strained his ears and waited for his cue. There was something about the entire plan that kept niggling at the back of his head, though. Something that was warning him the whole thing was going to end up as a disaster.
The last few bars of the horribly mangled birthday song ended and Ted popped himself up. His hands slammed into the cake cover, followed closely by the top of his head. He sank back down with a painful ‘owww...’
He heard the outside go quiet. Then Booster’s voice asking, “Why did my cake just move?”
Ted pushed against the top again, but it didn’t move. He shoved and grunted, then he started cursing. He heard Booster ask, “Why does my cake sound like Ted?”
“Oh, please tell me a half-naked Ted is trying to jump out of the cake!” Bea cackled.
Tora sounded more concerned. “Ted’s inside?”
“Think ya need to hit the weights some, huh Blue Butt?” Guy crowed before promptly guffawing his ugly head off. Ted slammed his head into the side of the cake- he told Guy about the plan. That’s why he had a bad feeling about it.
Because the entire thing wasn’t stupid enough that he had to tell Guy.
“I think he’s stuck,” said Booster, “hang on- I’ll get my blasters and-“
“Oh no you don’t!” Max interrupted. “We paid money for that monstrosity and you aren’t going to destroy it until it’s been enjoyed!”
“I’m enjoying this.”
“You don’t count, Guy. Scott, you’re the master escape artist. Would you help him escape without ruining the cake?”
“Sure, Max. Dear? Would you be so kind?”
There was the distinct sound of Barda’s grumbling gradually growing closer. “I’ll never understand these weird Earth customs.”
Something was shuffled off from overhead and Ted gave a tentative push to the cover that easily came up. He tossed it off and half pulled himself out of the cake to snap at Guy, “You ass! What’s the big idea?”
“The big idea was to laugh at your expense!” The Lantern sneered in response.
“Oh, Ted,” Tora said, the picture of sympathy, “do you need help getting out?”
“Hurry up and move so I can put this back,” Barda added.
Ted took one look at the multi-tiered cake that looked over three feet tall. “Why do we need that much cake?”
“To feed everyone, obviously,” Max said, sweeping out his hand. Ted blinked and looked around. And found himself not only surrounded by the entire Justice League America, but the European branch as well. He flared bright red, then sunk back inside the cake.
“Aw, c’mon Ted!” The opening darkened as Booster floated up just enough to look inside. “It’s not so bad- are you naked in there?”
“What- no!”
“Yes, you are! You’re in my cake and not wearing a thing!” Booster leaned in further and Ted had a split moment of panic at the idea that he’d climb inside just to prove his point.
“I am not!” Ted smooshed a hand into Booster’s face, trying to keep him out. “I’m wearing something!”
“Wearing what? I don’t see anything!”
“Would you stop that? Get outta here!”
“Oh hey- you are wearing something. Is that a g-string?”
“Goddammit!”
“You’re wearing a g-string for my birthday?”
“Booster!”
J’onn rubbed at his face. “Tora? Would you please get a robe for Ted?”
~*~*~*~
There wasn’t many that could pull off sitting around in a bathrobe after being thoroughly mortified in front of their peers with any dignity. Ted wasn’t one of those people, but he sure as hell gave it a try. He accepted Tora’s apologies on behalf of the rest of the Leaguers, he ignored the other ladies’ snickering and gently turned down Dimitri’s completely friendly and unsarcastic offers to help him build some more muscle mass. Ted spent most of the party glaring at Ralph and Sue for their ‘helpful advice’, ignored Guy for being, well, Guy, and, instead of punching Wally for all his incessant teasing, kept pushing cake at him until he started vibrating so much from the sugar rush J’onn told him to go for a run. Ted hoped he got a sugar crash somewhere in the middle of the Pacific.
All the while Booster was hamming it up to everyone. But he kept giving Ted little glances where his eyes brightened and his grin grew and several times the only thing Ted could think of was Booster wanted to lick more than just icing from his fork.
As Ted was merely a man in only a bathrobe and g-string, there wasn’t much he could do to hide just what those looks were doing to him. So the first chance he got to slip away without anyone noticing him, Ted took it.
He should’ve know that he’d been seen and followed and he was halfway up the stairs when arms circled around his waist and pulled him back against a strong, warm body.
“I can’t believe you did that,” Booster snickered into his ear. He was definitely in a happy mood- he’d been the center of attention for most the day, had a pile of shiny presents, was full of cake and wine and was now purring against his best friend.
“Glad you enjoyed it,” Ted said dryly, trying to ignore the fact that Booster was pressed against him from top to bottom, “because it’s not happening again.”
“Hmmm. Haveta make the best of this time, then.” A hand wandered under the bathrobe and, even though the palm was hot and smooth it still made Ted suck in a breath and jump. “Can’t believe you did that for me,” Booster breathed out, thumb rubbing over Ted’s abdomen and the other tracing where the hem ended low on his thigh. Lips brushed the shell of Ted’s ear, followed by the nip of teeth trailing down until Booster reached his neck and sucked lightly at the skin.
“Booster...”
“Your room.”
“Yes.”
Ted felt his feet leaving the ground as Booster flew them up the stairs and down the hall. They barely got into Ted’s room before Booster was trying to tug off the robe and smother Ted with kisses and get them to bed at the same time. Instead he yanked one of Ted’s arms at and awkward angle, bit his tongue when a shoulder hit him in the jaw and the two toppled over onto the floor.
Despite it all, Ted started laughing. “Patience, young grasshopper,” he teased with a beatific grin, “the sexing will come in due time.”
“Oh, sure,” Booster slurred, his tongue still smarting, “you laugh.”
“C’mere, you’re such a baby.” Ted rolled over and took Booster’s face into his hands before pressing their lips together. It didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen or for Ted to end up on his back and Booster enthusiastically took control, licking every inch of Ted’s mouth, hands skimming over his body until Ted started writhing and whining.
“Wait, wait.”
“Now you want to be patient?” Ted nearly shrieked as Booster pulled back.
“No, I just- I really want to see you,” Booster tugged the robe open, letting it pool around the brunette and he kneeled back, just looking at him. Ted fidgeted, simultaneously shy and turned on by the utter adoration and lust in Booster’s expression. “You,” came out hushed as Booster tried to figure out how to put emotions into words, “you’re just so...” his hands traced over the thin band of material that laid against Ted’s hips, dipping low and showing off the curls trailing down his navel and spreading out around the shiny blue package between his thighs.
Deciding to give up on words, Booster just bent down and mouthed Ted through the g-string, licking and sucking at the material while Ted shuddered and bucked against him.
“Oh God, Booster!”
Booster whimpered, closing his lips over Ted’s still-clothed erection. “I can’t believe you’re wearing this,” he muttered, “for me. So much I wanna do to you, Ted, I don’t even know where to start.”
“Well,” Ted panted, trying to remember what words were, “what sounds good right now?”
“Everything.”
He let out a breathless chuckle. “It is your birthday for another few hours.” He rolled his hips up, deliberately brushing against Booster’s chin. “So why not?”
Big blue eyes got even bigger. “You mean...?”
“Anything you want, buddy. Just so long as you finish blowing me first because- God, your mouth is just-“
Whatever Ted was going to say was lost when Booster lunged up and thoroughly kissed him until both were breathless and dizzy with each other. “Ted, you’re the absolute greatest.”
Ted grinned and gave Booster a little peck. “I know. Now how ‘bout showing me how much you appreciate my greatness?”
And he did. Several times. And if anyone was bothered by the fact that the birthday boy had left his party early, they were smart enough not to bring it up.
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Date: 2010-04-20 08:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-20 10:58 am (UTC)...I wonder how Booster would react to Ted weaing gold...
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Date: 2010-04-20 11:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-20 07:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-20 07:16 pm (UTC)No, seriously. TED. YOU HAD TO KNOW THIS WOULD NOT END WELL. Even before you told Guy about the plan, and WHY WOULD YOU TELL GUY ABOUT THE PLAN!
Best birthday present ever, though. XD
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Date: 2010-04-20 07:31 pm (UTC)He's room? What? *just woke up and probably missing something*
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Date: 2010-04-20 07:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-20 07:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-20 07:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-20 07:41 pm (UTC)Though that's really just one aspect of their relationship |D
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Date: 2010-04-20 07:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-20 10:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-20 11:04 pm (UTC)...Oh man, Booster's birthdays must have been so sad while Shel was dead.OH GOD I'M SORRY I KNOW I'M TOTALLY MISSING THE POINT OF HAPPIFYING BOOSTER.no subject
Date: 2010-04-20 11:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-20 11:37 pm (UTC)YOU FAIL AT HAPPIFYING BOOSTER, YOU MUST REPENT
BY MAKING SUPER HOT MODEL BOOSTER LAND HISSELF A RICH CORPORATE TYPE GUYno subject
Date: 2010-04-20 11:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-20 11:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-21 12:22 am (UTC)Like me.HE'S TOTALLY GONNA GET HIM A SUGAR DADDY.no subject
Date: 2010-04-21 01:58 am (UTC)Best Booster Day ever. Actually I want a Booster Day. Like a national holiday. I would who I could blackmail to make that happen.
This was fantastic! I giggled the whole time! :D
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Date: 2010-04-21 02:16 am (UTC)A SUGAR DADDY WHO WILL HAPPILY TOUCH HIS KORDPOD ALL DAY AND NIGHTno subject
Date: 2010-04-21 02:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-21 02:34 am (UTC)WELL, THAT'S WHAT IT'S FOR.no subject
Date: 2010-04-21 10:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-21 06:57 pm (UTC)http://plus4chan.org/boards/coq/res/35186.html
http://plus4chan.org/boards/coq/res/35186.html#i36382
http://plus4chan.org/boards/coq/res/35186.html#i36457
(And you all need to bug Insomniac to post to the main comm.)
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Date: 2010-04-22 04:14 am (UTC)(that person seriously needs to be chained to our comm and draw sexy boostle love FOREVER)