ajremix | [fic][DCU, Ted, Booster, NC-17] Cybernetic Love

So I've decided that /coq/ is bad for me and my getting out of the house to do stuff. I may be okay with this. Title shamelessly ganked from Humans + Gears.

Title: Cybernetic Love
Fandom: DCU
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1977
Characters: Ted, Booster
Summary: Booster is stuck in life support/armor and Ted frets until Booster talks him ~~off~~ down.

Booster leans against one of the tables in Ted’s lab, watching his best friend practically tear the place apart as he looks for tools, tries to make sense of whatever plan he’s muttering to himself and tries not to break things in frustration. Booster’s lips are pressed into a thin line as he watches and he knows Ted well enough that the other man will let himself collapse before he rests if no one stops him and he knows that, when it comes to dealing with Booster’s armor, Ted won’t let anyone stop him.

“Since making something smaller than what you already have will decrease the overall power, I could try mixing positive and negative pressure pumps to get air into your lungs. Maybe I could just turn the negative pressure pump into a cardiopulmonary bypass so-“ Ted breaks off abruptly, rubbing at his face with a tired, broken laugh. “That’s not going to work. I know it’s not going to work because I already tried that last week and it’s barely powerful enough to keep you alive, let alone on your feet.”

Fingers touch the inside of Ted’s wrist, the cool metal making him jump. “Ted,” Booster leans in, mouth creased with worry and eyes serious, “you need to relax. Take a break.”

‘Take a break’, the man says. As if he can ever take a break while Booster is clanking around like the world’s gaudiest Robocop. But Ted plasters on a grin that’s been getting increasingly more fake as the months trudge on and he pulls away from Booster. “Hey, you know me. I always gotta be working and worrying over something. A little bit of pressure never hurt anyone.”

“A little bit of pressure, maybe, but this is getting ridiculous. You’re going to work yourself to death if you don’t gouge your stupidly huge brain out in frustration.”

“A breakthrough will come. Sometimes I just gotta help it along is all-“

“When was the last time you got off.”

Ted’s jaw clicks shut. “What?”

“You. Getting off,” Booster repeats, complete with helpful hand gesture. “When was the last time?”

He can feel color rising up his neck and cheeks (damn you, lab-induced paleness), “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Maybe the fact that you tend to have these breakthroughs more often when you’re thinking clearly and that’s not going to happen when you’re so wound up. So,” one step takes Booster in close to Ted, pushes him up against a table and there’s no where for Ted to duck or dodge that Booster’s long arms won’t be able to catch him, “maybe you should do something about that.”

“Booster-“

“Ted.” That hand is back on Ted’s arm again and he can feel the too-careful, too-uncertain touch against his skin. Booster can’t really feel what he’s touching, is too afraid he’ll hurt Ted before he realizes it. That breaks Ted’s heart and he thunks his head against Booster’s shoulder, wishing that all his knowledge wasn’t so useless.

“This isn’t just for you, you know.”

Ted twists his head to the side to peer up at Booster. “What?”

“I want to see you come.” Booster’s voice is low and silky in Ted’s ear, wrapping around his brainstem like seduction and dark chocolate everything Ted loves about him. “I miss the look on your face when I touch you, the way you feel against my tongue and fill my mouth. You have no idea how amazing you look when you try to hold yourself together, even when I’m trying to break you apart.”

Ted’s eyes slide shut and his shivers. “Booster...”

“I want to see you tremble, I want to hear you moan. I want you naked, Ted. Right now. I want to see spread open on this table, with your cock hard and dark and dripping on you. If I can’t touch you, I want to see you touch yourself. I want to hear your saying my name as you jerk yourself off.”

Ted’s hands scrabble against Booster’s armor, dizzy just from Booster’s words and presence and the need he’s been ignoring for so long. “Fuck,” he pants, “oh God, Booster.”

“Can you do that for me, Ted?”

“Yes,” an arm sweeps out, clearing everything off the table and Ted hops onto it, wriggling desperately out of his clothes. “Talk to me, Booster. Never stop sounding like that.” At another point in time Ted would be embarrassed that he’s the one so needy, even with all the freedom and mobility in his possession. But those times won’t have Booster leaning over him, eyes roving over his naked body as possessively as his hands would.

Booster licks his lips and can’t help saying, “I want you so bad, Ted.”

Ted tries to slow his fluttering heart, the uneven rise and fall of his chest. The table is cold against his naked skin as he leans back, but so is Booster’s thumb where it rubs experimentally against Ted’s hip and that just makes all the nerves in his body thrum. “Tell me what you want. Tell me where you want to touch me.”

“Everywhere. I want to kiss you so badly, down your neck, across your chest. I want to feel my name in your throat.”

A hand trails over Ted, over his jaw, neck and chest. He moans, Booster’s name a whisper on his lips and he can see through half-lidded eyes the way Booster is trying so hard not to lean in and press into Ted. “What else, Booster? Tell me everything.”

“Your chest, your heartbeat against my lips. I want to lick your skin- I love how you shiver every time I do.” Booster pauses, entranced at Ted popping two fingers in his mouth and sucking long and hard, then taking his wet fingers and tracing an idle pattern over his chest, shivering finely as the trail cools.

“Like that?”

“Just like that. I want to suck at your nipples until you make that breathless little whimper that drives me crazy. I love the feel of your hand in my hair whenever I do that, like I can make you come just from that.”

Ted’s hand drifts to his nipple, rolling and twisting it under his fingers. His breath catches and he tosses his head a bit, a line of concentration between his eyebrows as he bites back a moan. His other hand goes into Booster’s hair, tangling up in the fine strands, tugging just enough for Booster to know that Ted wants it to be Booster’s mouth where his fingers are. Booster turns his head, catching the sensitive skin of Ted’s inner wrist in his teeth and lips, kissing and sucking at Ted’s palm, then at his fingers and Ted makes that breathless little whimper and Booster groans.

“Ted,” he murmurs into calloused fingertips, “Ted, Ted, Ted...”

Beneath him, Ted writhes, “Booster, tell me what to do.” Booster’s teeth clip the tip of a finger, distracted by the way Ted’s hips jerk up helplessly. “What do you want?”

“You, fucking my mouth. I want to suck you down to the root, I want to feel you thrusting into me. I want your taste and your feel and your scent everywhere.” Booster releases Ted’s hand, instead kissing an upraised knee, sucking the skin there like he wishes he could Ted’s cock. But he’s fascinated by Ted’s hands reaching down to grab himself, hips rolling and fist pounding in time to Booster’s words, to the rhythm of Booster’s mouth on Ted’s knee. “I want to roll your balls in my mouth,” he says breathlessly, “I want your thighs trembling around me, your heels digging into my back. I want to feel you going crazy against me as I trail wet, sucking kisses down your cock from your head to your sac to that tight little hole of yours.”

“Fuck... fuck me, Booster,” Ted pleads, entire body trembling and hips straining. Booster wants to lean in and lick the precome dribbling down Ted’s dick, suck up the drops on his quivering belly.

Instead he says, “You know what I’d love to do to you?”

Ted gathers just enough braincells to stammer, “W-What?”

“I want to bend you over this armor and fuck you over it.” He watches Ted’s eyes roll back in his head, a sharp, hard shudder going through his entire body. “Not against it- I’d hold you back just far enough that every time I pound into you, your dick slides over the metal. Wouldn’t that be something- watching you drip all over this thing, marking it as yours? Polish the metal enough that I can see your face in it, watch you come apart piece by piece with each thrust.” Booster’s hands stroke against the outside of Ted’s thighs, emboldened by his own words, by Ted’s helpless writhing under him. Booster is so hard inside the armor, the ache almost painful even as pleasure thrums through his body and he wants Ted any way he can get him.

Ted bites at his lower lip, hand jerking frantically at his cock, one of the fingers that Booster lavished with his tongue thrusting deep inside his body.

“Come for me, Ted. I need to see you come.” And then Booster leans down just enough that he can press the flat of his tongue against Ted’s slit and Ted, not expecting that, comes with a shout, his seed splattering against Booster’s cheek and his armor. Ted lays across the table, boneless and trembling and his eyes are open just enough to look up at Booster with adoration and satisfaction.

It takes a couple of false starts, but Ted gets up on his elbows, pushes himself upright and leans in to lap up the mess he left on Booster’s chest, suck it off his cheek and where it drips down to Booster’s chin and it’s a little awkward around the collar of the armor, but Ted kisses him anyway. Deep and loving and like he never wants to be anywhere else and Booster groans into Ted’s lips because he’s still so painfully hard.

“Wait, wait,” Ted says, pulling back abruptly. He slips off the table and around Booster, going to where he was modifying an old BB gun. Booster has no idea what Ted is up to, but he won’t pass up the opportunity to admire Ted’s body. Then, scant minutes later, Ted is back again, holding the modified gun up and tells Booster, “Let me know if you need the frequency higher or lower.”

Booster has enough time to go, “What?” before Ted presses the gun to the armor at his crotch and turns it on, vibrations running around and through and everywhere in Booster. He gasps and clutches blindly at the table- very nearly almost grabbing Ted instead. The vibrations makes the nerves in Booster’s body sing and he’s almost there, he’s so close but it’s not enough. “L-Lower,” he stammers, “need it lower.”

Ted fiddles with the gun for a second, then the frequency changes and the vibrations shoot straight through Booster and rips a startled orgasm from him. He sags, almost falling off his feet and Ted turns off the device and presses himself against Booster’s armor, hand petting his hair, lips carelessly moving over Booster’s.

After finally getting his brain scrapped back together, Booster says with a laugh, “See what your clever little mind can come up with when you’re relaxed?”

“Hmm,” Ted grins back, “you’re as amazing as always.”

“Of course I am.” But Booster just looks at Ted, feeling a little silly and giddy but not at all caring because Ted is still there and with him and Booster kisses him just because.

When they pull apart, Ted whispers, “I’m going to get you out of that thing.”

And Booster tells him, “I know,” and just holds him close.