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ajremixTitle: What isn’t Real
Fandom: DCU
Rating: PG, possibly higher due to implications, but nothing explicit
Word Count: 779
Characters: Booster, Ted, Max
Summary: Because the first issue of Generation Lost has apparently declared it ‘Max is a creepy mind-fuck to Booster’ week. Takes place during JLI.
Sometimes Booster really didn’t get the time period and all their weird hang-ups. It was the only real problem he had with Ted- the fact that he was so two-faced about the whole thing, coming to Booster in the nights and then acting as if there was nothing more than friendship between them every other time.
It started- as these things often seemed to -with drinking. They came back to the Embassy after an enjoyable night of drinking, hanging on each other as they always did and Ted had followed Booster to his room because he was in the middle of some muddled story or joke or something. Booster didn’t really remember exactly, all he knew was that Ted was so warm and pliable against him and he was still warm and pliable when Booster kissed him, was enthusiastic even and the only complaint Ted made was when Booster wanted to fall asleep after coming twice.
The next day, though, was awkward. Extremely awkward. Ted couldn’t look at Booster, could barely seem to stand next to him and he mumbled inaudibly whenever Booster was around. By the third day Booster gave in and told his friend that they had been drunk, that they could forget it ever happened, that nothing changed between them. Ted’s relieved, grateful smile was almost worth the heartbreak of knowing it would never happen again.
Then things gradually turned to normal and Ted went back to touching Booster the same way he always did and it was torture every time. It wasn’t fair, but if he said anything, Ted would stop touching him entirely and Booster didn’t think he could handle that. So he ignored the deep soul ache and enjoyed having Ted any way he could.
Until almost a week later when Ted went to Booster’s room again. That in and of itself was not new but then he pressed his lips to Booster’s, arms wrapped tight around his shoulders. Ted said something about not wanting to talk about it, not wanting this to change anything, just letting what happened that night stay only in the confines of Booster’s room. And Booster, the hung-up idiot that he was, was more than happy to agree and pushed Ted into the rumpled sheets of his bed.
And, true enough, Ted acted as if nothing had happened the next day. It was far, far better than having that awkwardness of the first time, but Booster wished he at least acknowledged what happened. But he didn’t and it confounded Booster. By the end of the day, he decided to pass it off as a one-time thing.
Except it wasn’t and no matter how many times Ted came back to Booster in the night, he never acted like it happened the next day. Booster lost count of how many times it happened, how many nights he lay gasping as Ted sucked him until he was left shaking and weak, or clutching Ted’s shoulders as he pounded deep inside him, or the feel of Ted’s body flexing around him, so maddeningly perfect.
Booster couldn’t take it anymore. He’d make Ted acknowledge what they were doing or he’d put an end to it. When he confronted his friend, though, Ted just looked confused. Then he grew red-faced and angry, saying he thought they agreed it never happened. That made something in Booster snap, accusing Ted of using him, of being too scared and insecure to admit what was going on. Ted claimed that Booster was lying, that nothing was going on between them and that Booster needed to get over himself. It degenerated into a shouting match, the two screaming insults at each other until J’onn and Max stepped in and separated them.
Max guided Booster- seething, heartbroken, betrayed -to his office and let him spill everything out. Max just sat patiently with him on the couch, an arm comfortably around Booster’s shoulder and keeping the young hero against his side. He was supportive even as Booster raged about Ted, even when he talked about their nights together, even when Booster couldn’t stop the tears that came when he thought about the friendship he was certain to have lost with the best friend he ever had. And Max was still there when Booster woke up, even when he had drooled on Max’s suit at some point in the night. He apologized profusely and Max just waved it off, hoping that Booster was feeling better and Booster couldn’t help but think how different Max was from Ted.
It wasn’t until much later did Booster idly wonder why being in Max’s arms felt so familiar or why he smelled so similar to Ted.
Fandom: DCU
Rating: PG, possibly higher due to implications, but nothing explicit
Word Count: 779
Characters: Booster, Ted, Max
Summary: Because the first issue of Generation Lost has apparently declared it ‘Max is a creepy mind-fuck to Booster’ week. Takes place during JLI.
Sometimes Booster really didn’t get the time period and all their weird hang-ups. It was the only real problem he had with Ted- the fact that he was so two-faced about the whole thing, coming to Booster in the nights and then acting as if there was nothing more than friendship between them every other time.
It started- as these things often seemed to -with drinking. They came back to the Embassy after an enjoyable night of drinking, hanging on each other as they always did and Ted had followed Booster to his room because he was in the middle of some muddled story or joke or something. Booster didn’t really remember exactly, all he knew was that Ted was so warm and pliable against him and he was still warm and pliable when Booster kissed him, was enthusiastic even and the only complaint Ted made was when Booster wanted to fall asleep after coming twice.
The next day, though, was awkward. Extremely awkward. Ted couldn’t look at Booster, could barely seem to stand next to him and he mumbled inaudibly whenever Booster was around. By the third day Booster gave in and told his friend that they had been drunk, that they could forget it ever happened, that nothing changed between them. Ted’s relieved, grateful smile was almost worth the heartbreak of knowing it would never happen again.
Then things gradually turned to normal and Ted went back to touching Booster the same way he always did and it was torture every time. It wasn’t fair, but if he said anything, Ted would stop touching him entirely and Booster didn’t think he could handle that. So he ignored the deep soul ache and enjoyed having Ted any way he could.
Until almost a week later when Ted went to Booster’s room again. That in and of itself was not new but then he pressed his lips to Booster’s, arms wrapped tight around his shoulders. Ted said something about not wanting to talk about it, not wanting this to change anything, just letting what happened that night stay only in the confines of Booster’s room. And Booster, the hung-up idiot that he was, was more than happy to agree and pushed Ted into the rumpled sheets of his bed.
And, true enough, Ted acted as if nothing had happened the next day. It was far, far better than having that awkwardness of the first time, but Booster wished he at least acknowledged what happened. But he didn’t and it confounded Booster. By the end of the day, he decided to pass it off as a one-time thing.
Except it wasn’t and no matter how many times Ted came back to Booster in the night, he never acted like it happened the next day. Booster lost count of how many times it happened, how many nights he lay gasping as Ted sucked him until he was left shaking and weak, or clutching Ted’s shoulders as he pounded deep inside him, or the feel of Ted’s body flexing around him, so maddeningly perfect.
Booster couldn’t take it anymore. He’d make Ted acknowledge what they were doing or he’d put an end to it. When he confronted his friend, though, Ted just looked confused. Then he grew red-faced and angry, saying he thought they agreed it never happened. That made something in Booster snap, accusing Ted of using him, of being too scared and insecure to admit what was going on. Ted claimed that Booster was lying, that nothing was going on between them and that Booster needed to get over himself. It degenerated into a shouting match, the two screaming insults at each other until J’onn and Max stepped in and separated them.
Max guided Booster- seething, heartbroken, betrayed -to his office and let him spill everything out. Max just sat patiently with him on the couch, an arm comfortably around Booster’s shoulder and keeping the young hero against his side. He was supportive even as Booster raged about Ted, even when he talked about their nights together, even when Booster couldn’t stop the tears that came when he thought about the friendship he was certain to have lost with the best friend he ever had. And Max was still there when Booster woke up, even when he had drooled on Max’s suit at some point in the night. He apologized profusely and Max just waved it off, hoping that Booster was feeling better and Booster couldn’t help but think how different Max was from Ted.
It wasn’t until much later did Booster idly wonder why being in Max’s arms felt so familiar or why he smelled so similar to Ted.
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Date: 2010-05-17 06:39 pm (UTC)(Sorry I haven't been around lately, I'm back now though. :))
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Date: 2010-05-18 12:48 am (UTC)omg
So sick. I love it. I'm totally enjoying all this Max-screwing-with-Booster fic... which makes me mean, but I can't help it.
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Date: 2010-05-18 09:12 am (UTC)Well played, my friend.
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