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ajremixTitle: Melt in the Heat
Fandom: DCU
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3360
Characters: Ted, Booster
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Summary: The best way to deal with a heatwave is a judicious application of ice.
“Stupid New York weather. Stupid embassy. Stupid Kilowog doing stupid Lantern stuff. Stupid Bea taking Tora out. She could be air conditioning the place for free!” Ted leans away from the broken AC to shout at no one in particular. “That’s what smart people would be having her do!”
“Yeah, and who do you think would be the ones mopping up the water when her ice melts?” Booster asks, prodding at the sweat-slick skin of Ted’s back with a bare toe.
“L-Ron,” Ted grouses, ducking back into the unit. “Don’t we have a handyman for this stuff?”
“Yeah, his name’s Ted. You may have seen him around sometimes. He says he’s smart, but all he really does is complain about the stuff he’s supposed to be fixing.”
“Don’t make me hate you, Booster. That would be far too easy right now.”
That two lapse into a companionable silence. Companionable in that Ted is only hating on the broken piece of machinery and silence in that he’s muttering that hate in between curses. It’s a typical mid-summer heatwave and the humidity outside is like soup. That, in addition to the fact that Guy broke the AC (technically PG broke the AC. With Guy’s head.) and that Scott can’t even fix a toaster left Ted to handle the problem because, according to Max, why waste money on a technician when they already had a millionaire techno-wiz on the payroll?
Which is why Ted is sitting on the embassy floor wearing nothing but boxers, gloves and goggles, arguing with the broken unit. Everyone else was smart enough to go somewhere with a working air conditioner as he worked. All except for Booster who was stuck on monitor duty, even if he was spending his shift watching Ted more than the monitors.
Which is another thing Ted is cursing albeit under his breath. Because even if it is 96 degrees out and even if Ted’s sweating so much it looks like he’s been doing laps in a pool, Booster barely looks phased. Oh sure, he’s stripped down to shorts and sweating, but it’s the kind of artful, disheveled sweating that magazine models do- like someone hand placed each bead on water of Booster’s skin and sculpted wet tendrils of hair to hang over his forehead.
“So not fair,” Ted mutters, trying to not loose his grip on his screwdriver. While he manages to keep his grip, instead of unscrewing the screw, he strips the head. “Argh!” He clutches the screwdriver like he wants to stab it through the air conditioner and just barely manages to not. “Stupid thing! I should take you out back and have you shot!”
“You can’t just shoot an innocent air conditioner,” Booster says blandly from his seat in the monitor chair. “You’d be brought to trial and charged for machine slaughter.”
“I’d be tried by a jury of my peers. That means twelve New Yorkers with no air conditioning. There’s no way they’d convict me.” Ted digs through his toolbox- he knows he has an extractor in there somewhere.
“I think you need to take a break and cool off some.”
“That’s kinda the point behind my fixing- are you crunching on something?” Ted asks, pulling himself away from the wall unit again.
“Want some?” Booster holds out a bowl of ice chips. Ted doesn’t know if he should praise Booster for being his savior or yell at him for not offering it up earlier. Instead he grabs a small handful. About half of them he immediately pops into his mouth, a few more he scatters in his unruly mop of hair. The largest Ted presses to his cheek, then slides it to the other side.
“Oh,” he slurs around the chips melting gloriously cool in his mouth and drawing the ice down his neck and to his shoulders, “this is much, much better.”
“I’m pretty sure you shouldn’t be dripping on equipment like that.”
“Everything’s turned off,” Ted replies, but scoots back anyway. He leans against the wall, letting the last sliver of ice rest in the hollow of his clavicle until it melts into a puddle that eventually drips down his chest. The chips in his hair have melted, trickling over his forehead and cheeks. As good as the ice feels, as good as the hot, sticky air feels on his chilled skin, the coolness is quickly being sapped up and Ted holds his hand out to Booster for more.
Booster hugs the bowl to his chest. “No way! Get your own ice!”
Ted thrusts out his hand again. “Don’t make me irritable. Gimme.”
“You’ve been irritable all day.”
“No, I’ve been cranky all day.”
“Is there a difference?”
“Yes,” he has no idea. “Gimme.”
“Fine. But this is your last handful.” They sit in companionable silence that’s actually companionable and mostly silent save the crunching of ice. Eventually Booster asks, “So why don’t we just open up a fire hydrant? Isn’t that what you do in this time period?”
“One, we’re not supposed to do that unless we get permission and a spray-cap from a firehouse. Two, Max would probably get mad we didn’t run it by him first.”
“One, since when has that ever stopped you? Two, ditto.”
Well, that was true enough. They lapse into more silence and sometime during it Booster sits on the floor next to Ted, the ice bowl between them. Ted looks over when Booster leans forward, icing down his legs and Ted is kind of idly mesmerized by the shifting of muscles in Booster’s back. Not for the first time Ted thinks it’s unfair that Booster is so effortlessly stunning, carved gold all over (Ted hasn’t done any close scrutiny but the few times he’s seen his best friend naked while changing, he can’t recall seeing any tan lines).
Totally unlike Ted who’s pale everywhere and, slouched as he is, looks more cottage cheese. Not even sculpted cottage cheese. More like... if someone made cottage cheese colored jell-o. Ted grimaces at the thought, grabs a couple more ice chips and pops them in his mouth. He tilts his head back, letting the chips melt and slide down the back of his throat.
He jumps at the sudden coldness running the wingspan of his collarbone and Ted’s eyes snap open to see Booster, watching the trail of water almost curiously.
“What are you doing?”
Booster’s eyes flicker up and they’re dark and like nothing Ted has ever seen from him before. “I’m bored.”
“You’re supposed to be on monitor duty.”
“You’re supposed to be fixing the AC.”
“I’m taking a break.”
“So am I.”
“Oh. Well then,” Ted falters, trying to think what would be appropriate to say and ends up getting lost in Booster’s strange, intent expression.
“Is this bothering you?” And of course Booster asks when the ice in his hands is almost melted and Ted can feel his fingertips brushing against his chest. Ted’s suddenly very much aware of how close and how nearly naked they both are and can’t remember the last time he was so conscious of the speed of his breathing, of how the waistband of his boxers expand every time he inhales.
“No.” Ted’s voice is quiet and a little hoarse, but it seems oddly fitting with Booster’s strange intensity and he sits, breath catching as Booster’s ice melts away against Ted’s skin and Booster’s fingers still trace across his chest until the fingers stop trailing water. Ted is momentarily disappointed until Booster picks up another bit of ice and returns to Ted’s chest again.
This travels over Ted’s pectorals, sweeping over the thick hairs there and Booster circles the ice around and around until he finally brushes it across a nipple and Ted’s body jerks up with a sharp, “Oh!” The ice passes over again and again until Ted is biting his lip and whimpering, body trembling each time. That too eventually melts as Booster draws it down Ted’s torso, the last drop making its way to Ted’s navel as Booster’s fingers fan out and stroke across Ted’s stomach.
This is definitely weird, Ted decides. He’s pretty sure this isn’t what people do during the summer in New York because it’s not anything he’s ever done in the summer in Chicago- with or without girlfriends. He thinks, very briefly, that it may be a future thing. Maybe not everyone has air conditioning in the future still- Booster did say his family was poor, maybe they couldn’t afford it -and so they iced each other down to ease the-
Ted lets off a breathless gasp and his hand is somehow in Booster’s hair because he’s not just running ice over Ted’s chest this time, he’s following the cool trail with his mouth, hot and wet and the abrupt change in temperature and sensation is playing havoc with Ted’s thought process. This has well and good crossed the platonic line. There is no way Ted can mistake this for anything other than... well, not what even very good friends do. Unless this is some really weird and sexy future practice. That makes Ted think Booster picked this up while on the football team and he can’t stop himself from imagining it except that Booster said everyone in the future looks more or less like him so Ted can only picture one Booster trailing open-mouthed kisses down a second Booster’s chest and- oh God, he can feel himself getting hard.
“Booster,” Ted breathes out, tugging at his hair a bit. Now he’s getting self-conscious with his boxers tenting and he’s kind of scared about how Booster will react despite the fact its his fault.
“Shh,” Booster replies simply. He coaxes Ted to the floor, then reaches into the bowl again. Except this time he doesn’t put the ice on Ted’s skin. Instead, Booster puts it in his mouth, then leans down and tongues it over Ted’s belly, meandering lower and lower and Ted can’t stop shaking and moaning.
Booster leaves the tiny chip in Ted’s bellybutton, then continues to leave chilled kisses further down until he reaches the waistband of Ted’s boxers. Fingers hook over them and Ted suddenly finds himself clutching his only piece of clothing desperately. When Booster looks up curiously, Ted stammers out, “You’re doing this on purpose, right?”
“No,” he drawls back, “I just fell over with my hands and mouth all over your body. Repeatedly.” He obviously notices that Ted’s having some sort of mini-crisis because his expression softens and he lightly strokes at Ted’s skin. “Do you want me to stop?”
Oh God please no. “Not really?” Ted says meekly, “I’m, I-I just...” When he looks up again, Booster’s cheek is resting on his stomach, just patiently looking up at Ted and Ted can’t help but notice how beautiful Booster is. He’s known it, of course- everyone takes one look at Booster and knows he’s an attractive man, but it never occurs to Ted just how gorgeous he actually is. He tries to refocus on his words. “You know I’ve never done this before, right? With a guy I mean.” And then, because Ted is nervous and because he’s Ted, he goes into freeform babbling. “I’ve thought about it. Not recently- well, sometimes recently- I mean, with all these insanely attractive people jumping around in spandex and all. But in college- everyone thinks about it in college, right? And... maybe a couple times before college, but I never acted on it. Well, except once. But, you know, what kid doesn’t experiment and-“
Suddenly Booster is there and kissing him and Ted just kind of whimpers against his lips and clings. All Ted can think of is wow. Because, really. Wow. It makes him wonder why he’s never kissed Booster before. It makes him wonder why he’s never thought of kissing Booster before. When Booster pulls back, Ted is both pliable beneath him and anxious for more, one hand at the nape of Booster’s neck, tangled in his hair, the other running up and down the length of a golden arm. Ted licks his lips and Booster’s eyes focus on the movement, pupils rimmed with a sliver of blue in contrast to the wet red of his lips and Ted can’t think of anything hotter.
Eventually Booster drags his eyes back up to Ted’s and says, “You know if I do anything you don’t like, tell me and I’ll stop.”
Ted nods a little dumbly because, right now, he can’t think of a damn thing Booster could do to him that he wouldn’t like short of just leaving him like this. “I trust you.” And Booster is kissing him again and Ted thinks he can taste the relief on his tongue. Ted buries both hands in soft hair and can’t help bucking up a bit. He grinds up against Booster and it feels so good he can’t help but do it again and it takes him a moment to realize that Booster is grinding back and that they’re cock to cock and Booster is as hard as Ted is. Knowing that should be weird and disconcerting but Ted breaks the kiss because he’s gasping and thrusting up harder. Booster’s mouth is on his neck and shoulders, trailing soft little kisses and Ted loses track of Booster’s hands until they come back with ice again. The feel of the cold, melting chips against his side makes him cry out, bucking reflexively and Booster groans against Ted’s throat.
“Ted,” Booster moans and damned if Ted doesn’t want him to say it like that again, to never stop sounding like that and, God, how did Ted go so long without realizing how distractingly sexy Booster is?
Ted’s hands skim over Booster’s back and shoulders, clutching and shivering every time ice skims over sensitive spots- ribs, the inside of his elbows, nipples and when Booster pushes a chip into Ted’s mouth, Ted captures a couple fingers with it, running his tongue over the surprisingly soft skin. Booster scoots further down Ted’s body and tugs lightly at Ted’s boxers. Obligingly, Ted lifts his hips and when his drawers are dragged off him, Ted is surprised at how much it doesn’t bother him. Instead he’s trying to keep himself from hoping Booster’s lips will wrap around his cock.
When Booster does wrap his lips around Ted’s cock, Ted makes a gurgling noise and wills his hips still because he’s certain that if he accidentally makes Booster gag, he’ll never get this chance again. Thankfully Booster’s hands are on his hips, holding him down so Ted doesn’t have to trust in his control too much. Booster’s head is bobbing, slow and intent and his mouth is stretched and shiny-red and Ted can’t stop watching. Despite being undeniably male, Booster has to be the most beautiful person to ever get between Ted’s thighs and he’s not certain how it happened, but Ted is going to treasure every second of it, revisit the memory when he needs to destress, to release and then he realizes that Booster is looking right at him and from the look in his eyes, Ted somehow knows he won’t have to do this on his own for some time.
Booster pulls back, even as Ted’s hips strain against his palms in protest. He reaches into the ice bowl again, pops another chip into his mouth, then leans down again. Ted yelps and arches, hands scrabbling at Booster’s shoulders at the touch of ice against the base of his cock. “Oh fuck, oh God, Booster!”
He gets a hum in reply, Booster swirls his tongue and the ice around and Ted quivers under him, whimpering and trying to buck up every time ice presses against him. It’s... it’s... God, Ted doesn’t know what it is, but it’s so good and he whines, trying to urge Booster with faster, more. When the ice melts, Booster slips another chip against his tongue and Ted squirms, whispering encouragements.
Though Booster’s mouth lifts off Ted’s dick, his hand is tight and sure, stroking its length and Ted can’t complain as Booster kisses his pelvis, the inside of his thigh and then he nuzzles against Ted’s balls and Ted can feel him just breathing him in and somehow, for some reason Ted thinks that the hottest thing anyone’s done to him in a long time (as if this entire thing wasn’t the hottest thing anyone’s done to him in a long time). Booster sucks at his balls and Ted’s thighs quiver on either side of his head and he can’t stop himself, coming with a strangled cry.
When Ted comes down from his high, Booster is poised over him, head level to Ted’s and a desperate look on his face as he frantically jerks himself off. “Booster,” Ted says dazedly, “you... you’re...”
“-so amazing, Ted, you have no idea. I want you. I wanted you so long.”
Ted doesn’t know what to say to that, doesn’t know why someone like Booster who could get anyone he wanted just by looking pretty would want him but damned if that doesn’t make Ted’s chest tighten with pleasure. He lifts a hand with far more boldness than if he’d thought about it first and rubs the flat of his palm against Booster’s cock and it doesn’t take long before Booster is coming, whimpering Ted’s name as he does. Booster’s seed splatters against Ted’s hand and his stomach in spurts and Booster barely manages to collapse to the side, one leg tangling with Ted’s and an arm across his chest.
It takes a good couple seconds for Ted to really realize that that’s another man that’s coating his hand. Not just another man but Booster and Ted gives his fingers a tentative lick. It doesn’t taste like Ted’s- not as salty and, Ted decides after a few more licks, maybe even a little sweet. He licks and sucks his hand clean and Booster groans into his neck. “Geez, Ted,” a little roll of Booster’s hips against his thigh makes Ted snicker, but he stops and lets his hand drop to his chest.
They lay quietly for a long moment and Ted almost wonders if Booster has fallen asleep if it weren’t for the thumb rubbing against his shoulder. “So,” Ted says because he can’t be bothered to think of anything better, “come here often?”
There’s a little hopeful note in Booster’s voice as he says, “Not often enough?”
Ted snorts- he can’t help it -and then he starts laughing and Booster’s face is still pressed into the side of his neck, but he’s laughing just as hard and it’s a relief that this really hasn’t changed anything. They eventually quiet down again and as comfortable as it is having Booster against his side, Ted is starting to get hot and sticky again. He prods Booster’s side with a little, “Hey.”
Booster pulls back enough to peer up at him and his eyes are large and eager and it reminds Ted of when Booster first joined the League, how much he wanted to make a good impression on everyone and the way he clung to Ted’s side because he was the first to offer Booster friendship. Ted kind of can’t help feeling a little giddy about getting that look again and he’s pretty sure he’s giving it right back because, really, Ted could get used to this pretty quickly.
“I don’t know about you,” Ted says, his voice heavy with meaning, “but I could use a shower.”
“You’re a mind reader,” Booster replies, then pecks Ted’s lips. He, still unabashedly nude, goes to the monitor and puts on the automatic alert system before turning back to Ted and helping him off the floor. He grabs a double handful of Ted’s ass, making him rub up against Booster’s thigh and Ted makes a pleased sound. Which quickly turns into a yelp when Booster gooses him, then takes off cackling.
“You!” Ted charges after him. “Get back here, you dirty bastard!” And from behind Ted really can’t help appreciating Booster’s long legs and tight ass and broad back and...
Oh yeah, Ted could get used to this.
Fandom: DCU
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3360
Characters: Ted, Booster
In Response to:
boostle anon kink memeSummary: The best way to deal with a heatwave is a judicious application of ice.
“Stupid New York weather. Stupid embassy. Stupid Kilowog doing stupid Lantern stuff. Stupid Bea taking Tora out. She could be air conditioning the place for free!” Ted leans away from the broken AC to shout at no one in particular. “That’s what smart people would be having her do!”
“Yeah, and who do you think would be the ones mopping up the water when her ice melts?” Booster asks, prodding at the sweat-slick skin of Ted’s back with a bare toe.
“L-Ron,” Ted grouses, ducking back into the unit. “Don’t we have a handyman for this stuff?”
“Yeah, his name’s Ted. You may have seen him around sometimes. He says he’s smart, but all he really does is complain about the stuff he’s supposed to be fixing.”
“Don’t make me hate you, Booster. That would be far too easy right now.”
That two lapse into a companionable silence. Companionable in that Ted is only hating on the broken piece of machinery and silence in that he’s muttering that hate in between curses. It’s a typical mid-summer heatwave and the humidity outside is like soup. That, in addition to the fact that Guy broke the AC (technically PG broke the AC. With Guy’s head.) and that Scott can’t even fix a toaster left Ted to handle the problem because, according to Max, why waste money on a technician when they already had a millionaire techno-wiz on the payroll?
Which is why Ted is sitting on the embassy floor wearing nothing but boxers, gloves and goggles, arguing with the broken unit. Everyone else was smart enough to go somewhere with a working air conditioner as he worked. All except for Booster who was stuck on monitor duty, even if he was spending his shift watching Ted more than the monitors.
Which is another thing Ted is cursing albeit under his breath. Because even if it is 96 degrees out and even if Ted’s sweating so much it looks like he’s been doing laps in a pool, Booster barely looks phased. Oh sure, he’s stripped down to shorts and sweating, but it’s the kind of artful, disheveled sweating that magazine models do- like someone hand placed each bead on water of Booster’s skin and sculpted wet tendrils of hair to hang over his forehead.
“So not fair,” Ted mutters, trying to not loose his grip on his screwdriver. While he manages to keep his grip, instead of unscrewing the screw, he strips the head. “Argh!” He clutches the screwdriver like he wants to stab it through the air conditioner and just barely manages to not. “Stupid thing! I should take you out back and have you shot!”
“You can’t just shoot an innocent air conditioner,” Booster says blandly from his seat in the monitor chair. “You’d be brought to trial and charged for machine slaughter.”
“I’d be tried by a jury of my peers. That means twelve New Yorkers with no air conditioning. There’s no way they’d convict me.” Ted digs through his toolbox- he knows he has an extractor in there somewhere.
“I think you need to take a break and cool off some.”
“That’s kinda the point behind my fixing- are you crunching on something?” Ted asks, pulling himself away from the wall unit again.
“Want some?” Booster holds out a bowl of ice chips. Ted doesn’t know if he should praise Booster for being his savior or yell at him for not offering it up earlier. Instead he grabs a small handful. About half of them he immediately pops into his mouth, a few more he scatters in his unruly mop of hair. The largest Ted presses to his cheek, then slides it to the other side.
“Oh,” he slurs around the chips melting gloriously cool in his mouth and drawing the ice down his neck and to his shoulders, “this is much, much better.”
“I’m pretty sure you shouldn’t be dripping on equipment like that.”
“Everything’s turned off,” Ted replies, but scoots back anyway. He leans against the wall, letting the last sliver of ice rest in the hollow of his clavicle until it melts into a puddle that eventually drips down his chest. The chips in his hair have melted, trickling over his forehead and cheeks. As good as the ice feels, as good as the hot, sticky air feels on his chilled skin, the coolness is quickly being sapped up and Ted holds his hand out to Booster for more.
Booster hugs the bowl to his chest. “No way! Get your own ice!”
Ted thrusts out his hand again. “Don’t make me irritable. Gimme.”
“You’ve been irritable all day.”
“No, I’ve been cranky all day.”
“Is there a difference?”
“Yes,” he has no idea. “Gimme.”
“Fine. But this is your last handful.” They sit in companionable silence that’s actually companionable and mostly silent save the crunching of ice. Eventually Booster asks, “So why don’t we just open up a fire hydrant? Isn’t that what you do in this time period?”
“One, we’re not supposed to do that unless we get permission and a spray-cap from a firehouse. Two, Max would probably get mad we didn’t run it by him first.”
“One, since when has that ever stopped you? Two, ditto.”
Well, that was true enough. They lapse into more silence and sometime during it Booster sits on the floor next to Ted, the ice bowl between them. Ted looks over when Booster leans forward, icing down his legs and Ted is kind of idly mesmerized by the shifting of muscles in Booster’s back. Not for the first time Ted thinks it’s unfair that Booster is so effortlessly stunning, carved gold all over (Ted hasn’t done any close scrutiny but the few times he’s seen his best friend naked while changing, he can’t recall seeing any tan lines).
Totally unlike Ted who’s pale everywhere and, slouched as he is, looks more cottage cheese. Not even sculpted cottage cheese. More like... if someone made cottage cheese colored jell-o. Ted grimaces at the thought, grabs a couple more ice chips and pops them in his mouth. He tilts his head back, letting the chips melt and slide down the back of his throat.
He jumps at the sudden coldness running the wingspan of his collarbone and Ted’s eyes snap open to see Booster, watching the trail of water almost curiously.
“What are you doing?”
Booster’s eyes flicker up and they’re dark and like nothing Ted has ever seen from him before. “I’m bored.”
“You’re supposed to be on monitor duty.”
“You’re supposed to be fixing the AC.”
“I’m taking a break.”
“So am I.”
“Oh. Well then,” Ted falters, trying to think what would be appropriate to say and ends up getting lost in Booster’s strange, intent expression.
“Is this bothering you?” And of course Booster asks when the ice in his hands is almost melted and Ted can feel his fingertips brushing against his chest. Ted’s suddenly very much aware of how close and how nearly naked they both are and can’t remember the last time he was so conscious of the speed of his breathing, of how the waistband of his boxers expand every time he inhales.
“No.” Ted’s voice is quiet and a little hoarse, but it seems oddly fitting with Booster’s strange intensity and he sits, breath catching as Booster’s ice melts away against Ted’s skin and Booster’s fingers still trace across his chest until the fingers stop trailing water. Ted is momentarily disappointed until Booster picks up another bit of ice and returns to Ted’s chest again.
This travels over Ted’s pectorals, sweeping over the thick hairs there and Booster circles the ice around and around until he finally brushes it across a nipple and Ted’s body jerks up with a sharp, “Oh!” The ice passes over again and again until Ted is biting his lip and whimpering, body trembling each time. That too eventually melts as Booster draws it down Ted’s torso, the last drop making its way to Ted’s navel as Booster’s fingers fan out and stroke across Ted’s stomach.
This is definitely weird, Ted decides. He’s pretty sure this isn’t what people do during the summer in New York because it’s not anything he’s ever done in the summer in Chicago- with or without girlfriends. He thinks, very briefly, that it may be a future thing. Maybe not everyone has air conditioning in the future still- Booster did say his family was poor, maybe they couldn’t afford it -and so they iced each other down to ease the-
Ted lets off a breathless gasp and his hand is somehow in Booster’s hair because he’s not just running ice over Ted’s chest this time, he’s following the cool trail with his mouth, hot and wet and the abrupt change in temperature and sensation is playing havoc with Ted’s thought process. This has well and good crossed the platonic line. There is no way Ted can mistake this for anything other than... well, not what even very good friends do. Unless this is some really weird and sexy future practice. That makes Ted think Booster picked this up while on the football team and he can’t stop himself from imagining it except that Booster said everyone in the future looks more or less like him so Ted can only picture one Booster trailing open-mouthed kisses down a second Booster’s chest and- oh God, he can feel himself getting hard.
“Booster,” Ted breathes out, tugging at his hair a bit. Now he’s getting self-conscious with his boxers tenting and he’s kind of scared about how Booster will react despite the fact its his fault.
“Shh,” Booster replies simply. He coaxes Ted to the floor, then reaches into the bowl again. Except this time he doesn’t put the ice on Ted’s skin. Instead, Booster puts it in his mouth, then leans down and tongues it over Ted’s belly, meandering lower and lower and Ted can’t stop shaking and moaning.
Booster leaves the tiny chip in Ted’s bellybutton, then continues to leave chilled kisses further down until he reaches the waistband of Ted’s boxers. Fingers hook over them and Ted suddenly finds himself clutching his only piece of clothing desperately. When Booster looks up curiously, Ted stammers out, “You’re doing this on purpose, right?”
“No,” he drawls back, “I just fell over with my hands and mouth all over your body. Repeatedly.” He obviously notices that Ted’s having some sort of mini-crisis because his expression softens and he lightly strokes at Ted’s skin. “Do you want me to stop?”
Oh God please no. “Not really?” Ted says meekly, “I’m, I-I just...” When he looks up again, Booster’s cheek is resting on his stomach, just patiently looking up at Ted and Ted can’t help but notice how beautiful Booster is. He’s known it, of course- everyone takes one look at Booster and knows he’s an attractive man, but it never occurs to Ted just how gorgeous he actually is. He tries to refocus on his words. “You know I’ve never done this before, right? With a guy I mean.” And then, because Ted is nervous and because he’s Ted, he goes into freeform babbling. “I’ve thought about it. Not recently- well, sometimes recently- I mean, with all these insanely attractive people jumping around in spandex and all. But in college- everyone thinks about it in college, right? And... maybe a couple times before college, but I never acted on it. Well, except once. But, you know, what kid doesn’t experiment and-“
Suddenly Booster is there and kissing him and Ted just kind of whimpers against his lips and clings. All Ted can think of is wow. Because, really. Wow. It makes him wonder why he’s never kissed Booster before. It makes him wonder why he’s never thought of kissing Booster before. When Booster pulls back, Ted is both pliable beneath him and anxious for more, one hand at the nape of Booster’s neck, tangled in his hair, the other running up and down the length of a golden arm. Ted licks his lips and Booster’s eyes focus on the movement, pupils rimmed with a sliver of blue in contrast to the wet red of his lips and Ted can’t think of anything hotter.
Eventually Booster drags his eyes back up to Ted’s and says, “You know if I do anything you don’t like, tell me and I’ll stop.”
Ted nods a little dumbly because, right now, he can’t think of a damn thing Booster could do to him that he wouldn’t like short of just leaving him like this. “I trust you.” And Booster is kissing him again and Ted thinks he can taste the relief on his tongue. Ted buries both hands in soft hair and can’t help bucking up a bit. He grinds up against Booster and it feels so good he can’t help but do it again and it takes him a moment to realize that Booster is grinding back and that they’re cock to cock and Booster is as hard as Ted is. Knowing that should be weird and disconcerting but Ted breaks the kiss because he’s gasping and thrusting up harder. Booster’s mouth is on his neck and shoulders, trailing soft little kisses and Ted loses track of Booster’s hands until they come back with ice again. The feel of the cold, melting chips against his side makes him cry out, bucking reflexively and Booster groans against Ted’s throat.
“Ted,” Booster moans and damned if Ted doesn’t want him to say it like that again, to never stop sounding like that and, God, how did Ted go so long without realizing how distractingly sexy Booster is?
Ted’s hands skim over Booster’s back and shoulders, clutching and shivering every time ice skims over sensitive spots- ribs, the inside of his elbows, nipples and when Booster pushes a chip into Ted’s mouth, Ted captures a couple fingers with it, running his tongue over the surprisingly soft skin. Booster scoots further down Ted’s body and tugs lightly at Ted’s boxers. Obligingly, Ted lifts his hips and when his drawers are dragged off him, Ted is surprised at how much it doesn’t bother him. Instead he’s trying to keep himself from hoping Booster’s lips will wrap around his cock.
When Booster does wrap his lips around Ted’s cock, Ted makes a gurgling noise and wills his hips still because he’s certain that if he accidentally makes Booster gag, he’ll never get this chance again. Thankfully Booster’s hands are on his hips, holding him down so Ted doesn’t have to trust in his control too much. Booster’s head is bobbing, slow and intent and his mouth is stretched and shiny-red and Ted can’t stop watching. Despite being undeniably male, Booster has to be the most beautiful person to ever get between Ted’s thighs and he’s not certain how it happened, but Ted is going to treasure every second of it, revisit the memory when he needs to destress, to release and then he realizes that Booster is looking right at him and from the look in his eyes, Ted somehow knows he won’t have to do this on his own for some time.
Booster pulls back, even as Ted’s hips strain against his palms in protest. He reaches into the ice bowl again, pops another chip into his mouth, then leans down again. Ted yelps and arches, hands scrabbling at Booster’s shoulders at the touch of ice against the base of his cock. “Oh fuck, oh God, Booster!”
He gets a hum in reply, Booster swirls his tongue and the ice around and Ted quivers under him, whimpering and trying to buck up every time ice presses against him. It’s... it’s... God, Ted doesn’t know what it is, but it’s so good and he whines, trying to urge Booster with faster, more. When the ice melts, Booster slips another chip against his tongue and Ted squirms, whispering encouragements.
Though Booster’s mouth lifts off Ted’s dick, his hand is tight and sure, stroking its length and Ted can’t complain as Booster kisses his pelvis, the inside of his thigh and then he nuzzles against Ted’s balls and Ted can feel him just breathing him in and somehow, for some reason Ted thinks that the hottest thing anyone’s done to him in a long time (as if this entire thing wasn’t the hottest thing anyone’s done to him in a long time). Booster sucks at his balls and Ted’s thighs quiver on either side of his head and he can’t stop himself, coming with a strangled cry.
When Ted comes down from his high, Booster is poised over him, head level to Ted’s and a desperate look on his face as he frantically jerks himself off. “Booster,” Ted says dazedly, “you... you’re...”
“-so amazing, Ted, you have no idea. I want you. I wanted you so long.”
Ted doesn’t know what to say to that, doesn’t know why someone like Booster who could get anyone he wanted just by looking pretty would want him but damned if that doesn’t make Ted’s chest tighten with pleasure. He lifts a hand with far more boldness than if he’d thought about it first and rubs the flat of his palm against Booster’s cock and it doesn’t take long before Booster is coming, whimpering Ted’s name as he does. Booster’s seed splatters against Ted’s hand and his stomach in spurts and Booster barely manages to collapse to the side, one leg tangling with Ted’s and an arm across his chest.
It takes a good couple seconds for Ted to really realize that that’s another man that’s coating his hand. Not just another man but Booster and Ted gives his fingers a tentative lick. It doesn’t taste like Ted’s- not as salty and, Ted decides after a few more licks, maybe even a little sweet. He licks and sucks his hand clean and Booster groans into his neck. “Geez, Ted,” a little roll of Booster’s hips against his thigh makes Ted snicker, but he stops and lets his hand drop to his chest.
They lay quietly for a long moment and Ted almost wonders if Booster has fallen asleep if it weren’t for the thumb rubbing against his shoulder. “So,” Ted says because he can’t be bothered to think of anything better, “come here often?”
There’s a little hopeful note in Booster’s voice as he says, “Not often enough?”
Ted snorts- he can’t help it -and then he starts laughing and Booster’s face is still pressed into the side of his neck, but he’s laughing just as hard and it’s a relief that this really hasn’t changed anything. They eventually quiet down again and as comfortable as it is having Booster against his side, Ted is starting to get hot and sticky again. He prods Booster’s side with a little, “Hey.”
Booster pulls back enough to peer up at him and his eyes are large and eager and it reminds Ted of when Booster first joined the League, how much he wanted to make a good impression on everyone and the way he clung to Ted’s side because he was the first to offer Booster friendship. Ted kind of can’t help feeling a little giddy about getting that look again and he’s pretty sure he’s giving it right back because, really, Ted could get used to this pretty quickly.
“I don’t know about you,” Ted says, his voice heavy with meaning, “but I could use a shower.”
“You’re a mind reader,” Booster replies, then pecks Ted’s lips. He, still unabashedly nude, goes to the monitor and puts on the automatic alert system before turning back to Ted and helping him off the floor. He grabs a double handful of Ted’s ass, making him rub up against Booster’s thigh and Ted makes a pleased sound. Which quickly turns into a yelp when Booster gooses him, then takes off cackling.
“You!” Ted charges after him. “Get back here, you dirty bastard!” And from behind Ted really can’t help appreciating Booster’s long legs and tight ass and broad back and...
Oh yeah, Ted could get used to this.
