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ajremixTitle: A Sharp Dressed Man
Fandom: DCU
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2162
Characters: Ted, Booster
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boostle anon kink meme
Summary: Because every guy’s crazy about a sharp dressed man.
The best thing about sharing a branch company with your best friend, Booster thought idly on the elevator ride up, was that no one questioned why he stopped by, even if it was for ‘I’m bored and we haven’t hung out in a while’ reasons. Whistling an absent tune to himself, Booster stepped out of the elevator and into the reception area where the pretty woman behind the desk perked up at his appearance.
“Mr. Gold,” Daria smiled winningly- Booster loved having that affect on people, “always a pleasure. I’m afraid Mr. Kord is in a meeting. He’s trying to convince some investors to fund a new project.”
“So he’s either going to come back in a very good mood or a very pissed one, thanks for the warning,” Booster leaned on the counter and smiled back, watching Daria flush and trying not to giggle at him. It wasn’t serious flirting on either of their parts, but Booster liked the attention and Daria liked having someone to talk to that wasn’t her boss. Which was a pity- Booster would bet she’d appreciate Ted’s bad sense of humor without the tension of her job between them.
The elevator dinged, drawing both their attention and Ted’s signature laugh was the first thing to come out of the doors. He was in there with a dark skinned older woman and someone who was apparently her assistant as he kept himself out of the way and virtually invisible as the other two talked. Daria gave a little ‘huh’.
“Looks like they finished early. I’m guessing this is a good sign.”
Booster, however, was struck speechless. Fumbling for words he told Daria, “Someone had to have dressed Ted this morning.”
Her sly smile went unnoticed. “You like? There’s a small wardrobe in Mr. Kord’s office for me to pick out his outfit for when he needs to impress people.”
“Whatever he’s paying you isn’t nearly enough.”
“You should tell him that in your meeting.”
Across the way, Ted was exchanging some final words with the woman before stepping back and bidding her and her assistant farewell. The elevator shut and Ted walked toward them, beaming happily and Booster found himself mesmerized. Ted’s charcoal gray suit was perfectly tailored, the jacket fitting nicely over his solid frame, bringing out the red of his auburn hair. His shirt was crisp and almost impossibly white and the blue and silver stripes on his tie made Ted’s eyes that much bluer, that much brighter. Booster thought Daria should stop being Ted’s secretary and just pick out his clothes every day.
“Mr. Gold,” Ted greeted with the kind of teasing, bright smile that always made Booster’s insides wobbly, “dropping by unannounced again, I see.”
“Well, if you can’t make the time for me, I’m sure Daria can,” and though Booster flashed a charming grin, he just wanted to step back and stare at Ted some more.
Ted laughed and clapped a hand on Booster’s shoulder. “Inside, buddy. No distracting my hourly-wage workers.” He threw a grin and wave at Daria as he pushed Booster into the office beyond. Once the door closed, Ted strode to his desk, stretching as he went. “So what’s up? I’m guessing you’re just stopping by for the hell of it again?”
“Pretty much. So what’s next on your agenda?”
“Nothing pressing for the rest of the day, actually,” Ted unbuttoned his jacket and fell in his chair with a sigh. “Meeting finished early, so I’ve got time to kill.”
“Oh, good,” Booster discreetly locked the door before going to perch on the edge of Ted’s desk. “You look good, by the way.”
“Thanks. Daria’s got a talent at making me look presentable.” Ted paused as Booster reached over to button up his jacket again, hands smoothing out the jacket. “Um...”
“Really good.”
“Really thanks?” The corner of Ted’s mouth quirked up. “You got something on your mind?”
Booster’s hand traveled up the lapel, traced the shirt collar and his fingers threaded at the hair at the back of Ted’s neck. “Daria says you have a wardrobe of suits in here.”
“That’s right.”
“So you have extra clothes, right?”
Ted shifted, the heat and intent of Booster’s gaze finally translating in his head. “Okay, I think I have an idea of how good you think I look.”
“Good.” And then Booster leaned in and captured Ted’s mouth with his. He sucked at Ted’s lower lip until Ted’s mouth opened and Booster licked at his teeth, the roof of his mouth, every inch possible. Ted made a pleased sound, tiling his head back, making Booster slide off the desk and lean over the chair. Booster’s hand roamed over the suit, caught in the feel of the material, following every seam, the way it flowed over Ted’s body.
Ted eventually pulled away and if he looked good in his suit before, he looked twice as hot now with his cheeks flushed, mouth wet and used and looking at Booster like he was two seconds away from pouncing on him. “Not that I’m complaining,” he said, breath coming out in quick pants, “but you’ve seen me in suits before.”
Booster scoffed. “In suits of your own picking. Meaning clashing colors and patterns and ‘are you sure you’re not blind’ styles.”
“Pfft. It was the ‘80s- that was the style.”
“Trust me,” a hand tugged at Ted’s hair lightly, giving Booster enough room to run kisses down his jaw and neck, “you look much sexier in this style.”
They kissed again, long and deep and Ted pulled Booster in until he was straddling Ted’s knees. Booster fisted Ted’s jacket, squirming distractingly and Ted groaned. His hands crept up between them, undoing Booster’s shirt as they went, palms sliding over the broad chest beneath. But when Ted moved to undress himself, Booster’s hands were suddenly on his wrist.
“No,” he said between dropping kisses against Ted’s lips and chin, “keep them on. I want to feel them.”
Ted’s mouth stretched into a grin. “And you say I’ve got weird kinks.”
“Are you objecting to this?”
“Not at all.”
“Then obviously you share my weird kinks on top of your own.”
Ted chuckled and pulled Booster in for another kiss. “That goes both ways, buddy.” He watched as Booster leaned back, shrugging out of his shirt. Every time he undressed, Ted always looked at him with unabashed awe and every time that happened Booster always fell in love with him all over again. Booster kissed Ted again, rubbing up against the suit and shivering at the cool silk of his tie, the soft warmth of the jacket. Ted pulled back and nipped at Booster’s lip. “One stipulation, though.”
“Yeah?” Booster asked, climbing off Ted’s lap to pull down his pants and briefs.
“I get to fuck you on my desk.”
“God yes.”
Ted snickered at Booster’s enthusiasm though, at the appearance of Booster’s erection, the grin turned into a leer. “Well, I see you obviously like the idea.”
Booster cleared off the desk and hopped on. “Let’s just say,” he leaned back, legs spread in a pose he practiced in a mirror to look as alluring as possible, “I’m open to the suggestion.”
Ted leaned in, fitting himself between Booster’s thighs and gave him another long kiss. Booster clutched at Ted’s shoulders, purring at the feel of the suit brushing against his cock and he couldn’t help rocking his hips.
Ted groaned against Booster’s lips, “Oh, I am not looking forward to explaining these stains.”
“Worry about stains later. Right now you should be focused on getting inside me.”
“Right, right.” Then, abruptly, Ted froze. “Wait- what do we have for lube?”
Booster’s eyes widened. “You better have something because I am not waiting.”
An eyebrow rose at him. “My, aren’t you a pushy bottom? Unless you want some really expensive moisturizer up your ass, I think we’ll just have to go with the basic of basics.”
Booster’s eyes crossed as Ted brought two fingers up close to his face. Then he got it, “Wait a minute-“
“Didn’t you say you weren’t gonna wait?”
“Maybe! But spit on it’s own?”
Ted turned his hand, caressing Booster’s cheek. “I’ll be gentle,” and though there was a hint of teasing there, Ted’s expression and tone was compassionate and affectionate. Booster sighed dramatically.
“The things I do to have sex with you,” he said before turning he head and sucking Ted’s fingers into his mouth.
“I know, it’s such a chore.” Then a hand was on Booster’s dick, open-palm pressing it against Ted’s suit jacket as he rubbed against the length. Even if Booster weren’t sucking on Ted’s fingers, his only retort was a low, full-bodied moan.
Ted withdrew his hand, gently probing against Booster’s opening. It was slow work, but Ted didn’t seem to mind. Not with the way that Booster was slowly reduced to a moaning, writhing mess as he was carefully stretched. He panted, body arching off the desk like a golden beam, hands alternately clutching at Ted’s hair, his shoulders, running down his arms and back and gripping his suit. Booster’s cock steadily leaked precum that dripped on his stomach, on Ted’s hand and smeared over his jacket, but neither of them cared; Ted was practically hypnotized by Booster underneath him and Booster kept trembling and whispering Ted’s name over and over.
By that point Ted was practically humping Booster’s thigh. “Please tell me you’re ready,” he said weakly, his forehead pressed against Booster’s shoulder.
“I’m tempted to say no,” Booster forced out unevenly, “but I really need you right now.”
“Thank God,” Ted pulled back just enough to unzip his slacks. With Ted standing there, disheveled and licking his lips, still fully dressed in that delectable suit and his dick erect and dark red and leaking from the opening of his pants- it made Booster shiver all over, squeezing the base of his cock as want and love flooded him.
“Oh Ted,” he moaned, wishing he had a camera to capture that moment, trying to memorize every detail possible. “So hot, Ted, you’re amazing. Love you.”
Ted leaned in to kiss him, slowly pushing his way in. “Love you, too,” he murmured. Booster’s head stretched back, groaning deep and hands flexing until Ted was seated fully and Ted kissed at Booster’s neck and chest and shoulders. “You’re beautiful, you’re perfect, God, Booster- you need to look like this all the time.”
His lips quirked up, “Literally all the time?”
“Yes. On my desk, in bed, on the couch- anywhere and everywhere.”
“Even in public?”
“Only if we don’t get arrested for it.”
Booster pulled him in for a sloppy kiss. “You always say the nicest things.”
“It’s part of my charm,” and then, just because he knew it would annoy Booster later, Ted interrupted his retort by shifting his hips, leaving Booster gasping. His hips pistoned hard and fast, wrenching gasping moans out of Booster’s throat with each hit home. Ted’s tie fell out of his jacket, pooling and shifting over Booster’s chest, the zipper of his slacks biting the backs of Booster’s thighs.
“More, Ted. Faster, more!”
“Anything,” he panted against Booster’s chest, fist on his cock, jacking him off against his jacket again. “Anything for you.”
It was hard and messy and fast, filled with whimpers and gasps of ‘yes’, ‘so good’ and ‘more’. Booster pulled at Ted’s jacket and he probably stretched the seams but Ted was so big, so hot and Booster’s nerves were crackling with blue lightning that burst behind his eyes as he choked out Ted’s name, cumming in waves that Ted’s hand milked out. Ted followed soon after, biting Booster’s shoulder with a muffled cry.
Ted collapsed on Booster and he could feel Ted’s heart fluttering wildly against his chest. He lazily ran his fingers through Ted’s sweat-curled hair and gave a hum of satisfaction. “So I’m thinking,” Ted drawled against Booster’s throat, “I should let you know every time I have a fancy meeting like this.”
“I’ll be sure to bring lube with me next time.” Booster gave a hiss as Ted pulled out. “Oh yeah. That’s gonna be sore.”
“I’ll make it up to you. Tonight we’ll order in some pizza, have some wine, I’ll give you a massage...”
Booster’s eyes lit up, “With that fancy, scented oil?”
Ted grinned back, almost more content than was humanly possible, “Then maybe unwind in the hot tub- supposed to be good for sore muscles, I hear.”
Booster drew Ted in for a kiss, heat stirring up inside him again. “When do you get off work again?”
“I’m the boss- whenever I want to.”
“Good. We’re getting an early start on the evening.”
Their evening started a little later because Ted needed to change suits and Booster nearly had an orgasmic experience when he looked into Ted’s office wardrobe, but neither really cared. Not when they had all the time in the world and each other.
Fandom: DCU
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2162
Characters: Ted, Booster
In Response to:
boostle anon kink memeSummary: Because every guy’s crazy about a sharp dressed man.
The best thing about sharing a branch company with your best friend, Booster thought idly on the elevator ride up, was that no one questioned why he stopped by, even if it was for ‘I’m bored and we haven’t hung out in a while’ reasons. Whistling an absent tune to himself, Booster stepped out of the elevator and into the reception area where the pretty woman behind the desk perked up at his appearance.
“Mr. Gold,” Daria smiled winningly- Booster loved having that affect on people, “always a pleasure. I’m afraid Mr. Kord is in a meeting. He’s trying to convince some investors to fund a new project.”
“So he’s either going to come back in a very good mood or a very pissed one, thanks for the warning,” Booster leaned on the counter and smiled back, watching Daria flush and trying not to giggle at him. It wasn’t serious flirting on either of their parts, but Booster liked the attention and Daria liked having someone to talk to that wasn’t her boss. Which was a pity- Booster would bet she’d appreciate Ted’s bad sense of humor without the tension of her job between them.
The elevator dinged, drawing both their attention and Ted’s signature laugh was the first thing to come out of the doors. He was in there with a dark skinned older woman and someone who was apparently her assistant as he kept himself out of the way and virtually invisible as the other two talked. Daria gave a little ‘huh’.
“Looks like they finished early. I’m guessing this is a good sign.”
Booster, however, was struck speechless. Fumbling for words he told Daria, “Someone had to have dressed Ted this morning.”
Her sly smile went unnoticed. “You like? There’s a small wardrobe in Mr. Kord’s office for me to pick out his outfit for when he needs to impress people.”
“Whatever he’s paying you isn’t nearly enough.”
“You should tell him that in your meeting.”
Across the way, Ted was exchanging some final words with the woman before stepping back and bidding her and her assistant farewell. The elevator shut and Ted walked toward them, beaming happily and Booster found himself mesmerized. Ted’s charcoal gray suit was perfectly tailored, the jacket fitting nicely over his solid frame, bringing out the red of his auburn hair. His shirt was crisp and almost impossibly white and the blue and silver stripes on his tie made Ted’s eyes that much bluer, that much brighter. Booster thought Daria should stop being Ted’s secretary and just pick out his clothes every day.
“Mr. Gold,” Ted greeted with the kind of teasing, bright smile that always made Booster’s insides wobbly, “dropping by unannounced again, I see.”
“Well, if you can’t make the time for me, I’m sure Daria can,” and though Booster flashed a charming grin, he just wanted to step back and stare at Ted some more.
Ted laughed and clapped a hand on Booster’s shoulder. “Inside, buddy. No distracting my hourly-wage workers.” He threw a grin and wave at Daria as he pushed Booster into the office beyond. Once the door closed, Ted strode to his desk, stretching as he went. “So what’s up? I’m guessing you’re just stopping by for the hell of it again?”
“Pretty much. So what’s next on your agenda?”
“Nothing pressing for the rest of the day, actually,” Ted unbuttoned his jacket and fell in his chair with a sigh. “Meeting finished early, so I’ve got time to kill.”
“Oh, good,” Booster discreetly locked the door before going to perch on the edge of Ted’s desk. “You look good, by the way.”
“Thanks. Daria’s got a talent at making me look presentable.” Ted paused as Booster reached over to button up his jacket again, hands smoothing out the jacket. “Um...”
“Really good.”
“Really thanks?” The corner of Ted’s mouth quirked up. “You got something on your mind?”
Booster’s hand traveled up the lapel, traced the shirt collar and his fingers threaded at the hair at the back of Ted’s neck. “Daria says you have a wardrobe of suits in here.”
“That’s right.”
“So you have extra clothes, right?”
Ted shifted, the heat and intent of Booster’s gaze finally translating in his head. “Okay, I think I have an idea of how good you think I look.”
“Good.” And then Booster leaned in and captured Ted’s mouth with his. He sucked at Ted’s lower lip until Ted’s mouth opened and Booster licked at his teeth, the roof of his mouth, every inch possible. Ted made a pleased sound, tiling his head back, making Booster slide off the desk and lean over the chair. Booster’s hand roamed over the suit, caught in the feel of the material, following every seam, the way it flowed over Ted’s body.
Ted eventually pulled away and if he looked good in his suit before, he looked twice as hot now with his cheeks flushed, mouth wet and used and looking at Booster like he was two seconds away from pouncing on him. “Not that I’m complaining,” he said, breath coming out in quick pants, “but you’ve seen me in suits before.”
Booster scoffed. “In suits of your own picking. Meaning clashing colors and patterns and ‘are you sure you’re not blind’ styles.”
“Pfft. It was the ‘80s- that was the style.”
“Trust me,” a hand tugged at Ted’s hair lightly, giving Booster enough room to run kisses down his jaw and neck, “you look much sexier in this style.”
They kissed again, long and deep and Ted pulled Booster in until he was straddling Ted’s knees. Booster fisted Ted’s jacket, squirming distractingly and Ted groaned. His hands crept up between them, undoing Booster’s shirt as they went, palms sliding over the broad chest beneath. But when Ted moved to undress himself, Booster’s hands were suddenly on his wrist.
“No,” he said between dropping kisses against Ted’s lips and chin, “keep them on. I want to feel them.”
Ted’s mouth stretched into a grin. “And you say I’ve got weird kinks.”
“Are you objecting to this?”
“Not at all.”
“Then obviously you share my weird kinks on top of your own.”
Ted chuckled and pulled Booster in for another kiss. “That goes both ways, buddy.” He watched as Booster leaned back, shrugging out of his shirt. Every time he undressed, Ted always looked at him with unabashed awe and every time that happened Booster always fell in love with him all over again. Booster kissed Ted again, rubbing up against the suit and shivering at the cool silk of his tie, the soft warmth of the jacket. Ted pulled back and nipped at Booster’s lip. “One stipulation, though.”
“Yeah?” Booster asked, climbing off Ted’s lap to pull down his pants and briefs.
“I get to fuck you on my desk.”
“God yes.”
Ted snickered at Booster’s enthusiasm though, at the appearance of Booster’s erection, the grin turned into a leer. “Well, I see you obviously like the idea.”
Booster cleared off the desk and hopped on. “Let’s just say,” he leaned back, legs spread in a pose he practiced in a mirror to look as alluring as possible, “I’m open to the suggestion.”
Ted leaned in, fitting himself between Booster’s thighs and gave him another long kiss. Booster clutched at Ted’s shoulders, purring at the feel of the suit brushing against his cock and he couldn’t help rocking his hips.
Ted groaned against Booster’s lips, “Oh, I am not looking forward to explaining these stains.”
“Worry about stains later. Right now you should be focused on getting inside me.”
“Right, right.” Then, abruptly, Ted froze. “Wait- what do we have for lube?”
Booster’s eyes widened. “You better have something because I am not waiting.”
An eyebrow rose at him. “My, aren’t you a pushy bottom? Unless you want some really expensive moisturizer up your ass, I think we’ll just have to go with the basic of basics.”
Booster’s eyes crossed as Ted brought two fingers up close to his face. Then he got it, “Wait a minute-“
“Didn’t you say you weren’t gonna wait?”
“Maybe! But spit on it’s own?”
Ted turned his hand, caressing Booster’s cheek. “I’ll be gentle,” and though there was a hint of teasing there, Ted’s expression and tone was compassionate and affectionate. Booster sighed dramatically.
“The things I do to have sex with you,” he said before turning he head and sucking Ted’s fingers into his mouth.
“I know, it’s such a chore.” Then a hand was on Booster’s dick, open-palm pressing it against Ted’s suit jacket as he rubbed against the length. Even if Booster weren’t sucking on Ted’s fingers, his only retort was a low, full-bodied moan.
Ted withdrew his hand, gently probing against Booster’s opening. It was slow work, but Ted didn’t seem to mind. Not with the way that Booster was slowly reduced to a moaning, writhing mess as he was carefully stretched. He panted, body arching off the desk like a golden beam, hands alternately clutching at Ted’s hair, his shoulders, running down his arms and back and gripping his suit. Booster’s cock steadily leaked precum that dripped on his stomach, on Ted’s hand and smeared over his jacket, but neither of them cared; Ted was practically hypnotized by Booster underneath him and Booster kept trembling and whispering Ted’s name over and over.
By that point Ted was practically humping Booster’s thigh. “Please tell me you’re ready,” he said weakly, his forehead pressed against Booster’s shoulder.
“I’m tempted to say no,” Booster forced out unevenly, “but I really need you right now.”
“Thank God,” Ted pulled back just enough to unzip his slacks. With Ted standing there, disheveled and licking his lips, still fully dressed in that delectable suit and his dick erect and dark red and leaking from the opening of his pants- it made Booster shiver all over, squeezing the base of his cock as want and love flooded him.
“Oh Ted,” he moaned, wishing he had a camera to capture that moment, trying to memorize every detail possible. “So hot, Ted, you’re amazing. Love you.”
Ted leaned in to kiss him, slowly pushing his way in. “Love you, too,” he murmured. Booster’s head stretched back, groaning deep and hands flexing until Ted was seated fully and Ted kissed at Booster’s neck and chest and shoulders. “You’re beautiful, you’re perfect, God, Booster- you need to look like this all the time.”
His lips quirked up, “Literally all the time?”
“Yes. On my desk, in bed, on the couch- anywhere and everywhere.”
“Even in public?”
“Only if we don’t get arrested for it.”
Booster pulled him in for a sloppy kiss. “You always say the nicest things.”
“It’s part of my charm,” and then, just because he knew it would annoy Booster later, Ted interrupted his retort by shifting his hips, leaving Booster gasping. His hips pistoned hard and fast, wrenching gasping moans out of Booster’s throat with each hit home. Ted’s tie fell out of his jacket, pooling and shifting over Booster’s chest, the zipper of his slacks biting the backs of Booster’s thighs.
“More, Ted. Faster, more!”
“Anything,” he panted against Booster’s chest, fist on his cock, jacking him off against his jacket again. “Anything for you.”
It was hard and messy and fast, filled with whimpers and gasps of ‘yes’, ‘so good’ and ‘more’. Booster pulled at Ted’s jacket and he probably stretched the seams but Ted was so big, so hot and Booster’s nerves were crackling with blue lightning that burst behind his eyes as he choked out Ted’s name, cumming in waves that Ted’s hand milked out. Ted followed soon after, biting Booster’s shoulder with a muffled cry.
Ted collapsed on Booster and he could feel Ted’s heart fluttering wildly against his chest. He lazily ran his fingers through Ted’s sweat-curled hair and gave a hum of satisfaction. “So I’m thinking,” Ted drawled against Booster’s throat, “I should let you know every time I have a fancy meeting like this.”
“I’ll be sure to bring lube with me next time.” Booster gave a hiss as Ted pulled out. “Oh yeah. That’s gonna be sore.”
“I’ll make it up to you. Tonight we’ll order in some pizza, have some wine, I’ll give you a massage...”
Booster’s eyes lit up, “With that fancy, scented oil?”
Ted grinned back, almost more content than was humanly possible, “Then maybe unwind in the hot tub- supposed to be good for sore muscles, I hear.”
Booster drew Ted in for a kiss, heat stirring up inside him again. “When do you get off work again?”
“I’m the boss- whenever I want to.”
“Good. We’re getting an early start on the evening.”
Their evening started a little later because Ted needed to change suits and Booster nearly had an orgasmic experience when he looked into Ted’s office wardrobe, but neither really cared. Not when they had all the time in the world and each other.
