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ajremixI blame /coq/ for this. Also, this totally derailed my plans for finishing all my homework for the day. Fuck.
Title: Fuzzy Wuzzy
Fandom: DCU
Rating: PG-13, possibly toeing the light-R line
Word Count: 1239
Characters: Ted, Booster, ending cameos by Guy and Scott
Summary: Sometimes Booster gets fascinated by the strangest things.
Locker room etiquette was something Ted considered himself a pro at (if that was ever a thing one would ever claim pro-dome at). Granted it was mainly because he was chronically self-conscious of his body since childhood, but Ted had developed the act of not-looking-at-any-other-guy-changing-therefore-they-can’t-see-me-either into an art and it worked well for him throughout his life. Even when he actually had a body that made other men jealous.
It seemed that locker room etiquette was different in the future because Booster (who Ted tried to change without as often as possible because the man was shameless enough as it was and Ted didn’t need to see his flawless skin and enviable body in the place of Ted’s greatest insecurity) stepped inside and said, “Wow!”
Ted’s defenses snapped up, turning his back on Booster and bite out a sharp, “What?”
Booster didn’t seem to notice (or care) about Ted’s hackles being raised, just approached Ted, his costume top in one hand, still half dressed in slacks, with curious eyes and said, “You’re hairy.”
Ted, with his elbows tucked in to hide his sides, seethed and glowered, “I never would’ve noticed, thank you.”
The flat sarcasm in Ted’s voice finally got through to Booster because he lifted his hands placatingly, “No, no- I mean I’ve never seen anyone with so much body hair before.” He paused. “Anyone human, I mean.”
“Booster...”
Seeing that he wasn’t making the situation any better, Booster tried again. “No, seriously. In the future, people don’t really have body hair at all. Look,” Booster pulled off his shirt in one smooth motion and Ted couldn’t help a grimace- that was exactly what Ted never wanted to see in the locker room. “See?” Booster spread his arms out, trying to invite Ted’s attention to his body. His tight, cut, smooth, warm, golden body. Ted felt the need to hate him for this.
“Is this really necessary?” Ted snapped.
“I’m just saying,” Booster’s hand went to the fine dusting of blonde hair on his chest, almost invisible for their paleness, “I’m actually one of the more hairy guys where I came from.”
Oh, so not fair. Ted hated this tactic because it was almost always guaranteed to work- damn his curiosity. “What- people don’t have body hair in the future?”
“Some, but not a lot. I never even heard of shaving and waxing being associated with legs and stuff until I came here.” Booster chuckled a little. “That was a pretty weird moment of dissonance.”
Ted couldn’t help his attention wandering a bit. Over the sparse hairs on Booster’s chest to fine, hairless planes of his torso and though Ted knew Booster wasn’t hairy, he never actively acknowledged it before. Even below the navel, where Booster’s jeans rode dangerously low on his hips, there was only a sparse few, slightly darker hairs that trailed down-
Ted dragged his eyes back up to Booster’s face and said, “What, was body hair engineered out or something?”
“Pretty much.”
“Why?”
“To cut down on static.”
Ted’s eyes narrowed, studying Booster and trying to decide if that was absurd enough to be true or just absurd.
Booster, meanwhile, was studying Ted’s body intently, fascinated by the dark hairs there. He lifted a hand and asked, “Can I...?”
A dark eyebrow cocked up at him. “You want to touch my body hair?” Ted asked flatly. Now that was something he never imagined saying ever.
“Well, yeah,” Booster didn’t seem to think it odd at all. “I’ve never seen it so thick or dark before.”
“Fine, whatever.” Blood rushed to Ted’s face and he wondered why the hell he said that. Then Booster’s fingers were light on his chest and all that blood threatened to rush somewhere else. He tried to ignore the way Booster’s hand felt on skin- at first just brushing over the hairs on Ted’s chest and down to where they grew thick on his forearms. He traced back, touch a little stronger like he was petting Ted’s chest, then running his fingers through the curls.
Ted had to clench his jaw to stifle breathless little hitches. Booster leaned in to observe the way the hairs curled, how they lay and his other hand came up, thumb brushing through the hair around Ted’s nipple and Ted willed himself not to tremble, not to moan. Booster’s hands ran down Ted’s chest, following where the hair fanned out and thinned down Ted’s belly. When Booster sank to his knees, Ted couldn’t stop a little gasp, couldn’t stop himself from beginning to strain against his underwear as Booster thumbed the dark trail all the way down to where it disappeared under his waistband. He looked up, eyes dark and intense, and Ted’s breath froze.
Oh God, he was going to ask if he could keep going and Ted was going to tell him yes. He was going to say yes and embarrass himself because he was getting hard and all Booster was doing was touching him. And even if he managed not to say yes, the moment was forever seared into Ted’s brain and he was never going to get it out- of Booster kneeling before him, between his legs, the image of Booster’s bright hair contrasting to Ted’s dark curls, fingertips skirting Ted’s cock as he petted, exploring where the hairs nestled his sack and then Booster’s mouth on his cock, stretched and wet and dark red with his tongue swirling against Ted’s tip-
“Ted,” Ted didn’t know if Booster was flushed because Ted’s thoughts kept turning back to Booster’s lips and- oh God, Booster’s tongue swiped over them and they were suddenly shiny and wet and Ted could feel Booster’s breath ghosting against his belly and Ted wanted to bury his hands in Booster’s hair and tell him yes-
The door slammed open, “-gotta be the stupidest thing the bastard ever- the hell?” Ted’s eyes popped wide as Guy just stared at them and over Guy’s shoulder, Scott’s eyebrows jumped. And Booster was still kneeling in front of Ted, still had his hands on Ted’s waist and for a long, long moment, no one could move.
“Fucking Christ!” Guy yelled, shoving Scott back out the door, “Stop gaying up the locker room! Some of us straight guys gotta use it, too!”
Then, just before the door closed, Scott said, “Just clean up after yourselves, please.”
Another, even longer moment of silence descended and Ted tried to look anywhere but at Booster. Eventually Booster got back to his feet, face just as red as Ted’s felt and stammered out, “Uh, look, Ted-“
Ted turned back to the lockers, trying to think through his flustered, mortified state. “Hey, no worries. I mean- they don’t know what was going on and not like they’re going to listen to what was really happening.” He tried to grin but didn’t trust himself to look at Booster who was still standing just a bit too close. “Anyway, hope that satisfied you.” Because it sure as hell didn’t satisfy Ted.
“...y-yeah. Thanks, Ted.” Booster finally moved away and if there was disappointment in his voice, Ted was convinced it was only because he was projecting his own on Booster. “I’ll see you at the meeting,” he said, grabbing his costume from the locker and hurrying out.
Ted let his head thunk against the locker. Then he grabbed his own costume and went into the back for a much-needed shower.
Title: Fuzzy Wuzzy
Fandom: DCU
Rating: PG-13, possibly toeing the light-R line
Word Count: 1239
Characters: Ted, Booster, ending cameos by Guy and Scott
Summary: Sometimes Booster gets fascinated by the strangest things.
Locker room etiquette was something Ted considered himself a pro at (if that was ever a thing one would ever claim pro-dome at). Granted it was mainly because he was chronically self-conscious of his body since childhood, but Ted had developed the act of not-looking-at-any-other-guy-changing-therefore-they-can’t-see-me-either into an art and it worked well for him throughout his life. Even when he actually had a body that made other men jealous.
It seemed that locker room etiquette was different in the future because Booster (who Ted tried to change without as often as possible because the man was shameless enough as it was and Ted didn’t need to see his flawless skin and enviable body in the place of Ted’s greatest insecurity) stepped inside and said, “Wow!”
Ted’s defenses snapped up, turning his back on Booster and bite out a sharp, “What?”
Booster didn’t seem to notice (or care) about Ted’s hackles being raised, just approached Ted, his costume top in one hand, still half dressed in slacks, with curious eyes and said, “You’re hairy.”
Ted, with his elbows tucked in to hide his sides, seethed and glowered, “I never would’ve noticed, thank you.”
The flat sarcasm in Ted’s voice finally got through to Booster because he lifted his hands placatingly, “No, no- I mean I’ve never seen anyone with so much body hair before.” He paused. “Anyone human, I mean.”
“Booster...”
Seeing that he wasn’t making the situation any better, Booster tried again. “No, seriously. In the future, people don’t really have body hair at all. Look,” Booster pulled off his shirt in one smooth motion and Ted couldn’t help a grimace- that was exactly what Ted never wanted to see in the locker room. “See?” Booster spread his arms out, trying to invite Ted’s attention to his body. His tight, cut, smooth, warm, golden body. Ted felt the need to hate him for this.
“Is this really necessary?” Ted snapped.
“I’m just saying,” Booster’s hand went to the fine dusting of blonde hair on his chest, almost invisible for their paleness, “I’m actually one of the more hairy guys where I came from.”
Oh, so not fair. Ted hated this tactic because it was almost always guaranteed to work- damn his curiosity. “What- people don’t have body hair in the future?”
“Some, but not a lot. I never even heard of shaving and waxing being associated with legs and stuff until I came here.” Booster chuckled a little. “That was a pretty weird moment of dissonance.”
Ted couldn’t help his attention wandering a bit. Over the sparse hairs on Booster’s chest to fine, hairless planes of his torso and though Ted knew Booster wasn’t hairy, he never actively acknowledged it before. Even below the navel, where Booster’s jeans rode dangerously low on his hips, there was only a sparse few, slightly darker hairs that trailed down-
Ted dragged his eyes back up to Booster’s face and said, “What, was body hair engineered out or something?”
“Pretty much.”
“Why?”
“To cut down on static.”
Ted’s eyes narrowed, studying Booster and trying to decide if that was absurd enough to be true or just absurd.
Booster, meanwhile, was studying Ted’s body intently, fascinated by the dark hairs there. He lifted a hand and asked, “Can I...?”
A dark eyebrow cocked up at him. “You want to touch my body hair?” Ted asked flatly. Now that was something he never imagined saying ever.
“Well, yeah,” Booster didn’t seem to think it odd at all. “I’ve never seen it so thick or dark before.”
“Fine, whatever.” Blood rushed to Ted’s face and he wondered why the hell he said that. Then Booster’s fingers were light on his chest and all that blood threatened to rush somewhere else. He tried to ignore the way Booster’s hand felt on skin- at first just brushing over the hairs on Ted’s chest and down to where they grew thick on his forearms. He traced back, touch a little stronger like he was petting Ted’s chest, then running his fingers through the curls.
Ted had to clench his jaw to stifle breathless little hitches. Booster leaned in to observe the way the hairs curled, how they lay and his other hand came up, thumb brushing through the hair around Ted’s nipple and Ted willed himself not to tremble, not to moan. Booster’s hands ran down Ted’s chest, following where the hair fanned out and thinned down Ted’s belly. When Booster sank to his knees, Ted couldn’t stop a little gasp, couldn’t stop himself from beginning to strain against his underwear as Booster thumbed the dark trail all the way down to where it disappeared under his waistband. He looked up, eyes dark and intense, and Ted’s breath froze.
Oh God, he was going to ask if he could keep going and Ted was going to tell him yes. He was going to say yes and embarrass himself because he was getting hard and all Booster was doing was touching him. And even if he managed not to say yes, the moment was forever seared into Ted’s brain and he was never going to get it out- of Booster kneeling before him, between his legs, the image of Booster’s bright hair contrasting to Ted’s dark curls, fingertips skirting Ted’s cock as he petted, exploring where the hairs nestled his sack and then Booster’s mouth on his cock, stretched and wet and dark red with his tongue swirling against Ted’s tip-
“Ted,” Ted didn’t know if Booster was flushed because Ted’s thoughts kept turning back to Booster’s lips and- oh God, Booster’s tongue swiped over them and they were suddenly shiny and wet and Ted could feel Booster’s breath ghosting against his belly and Ted wanted to bury his hands in Booster’s hair and tell him yes-
The door slammed open, “-gotta be the stupidest thing the bastard ever- the hell?” Ted’s eyes popped wide as Guy just stared at them and over Guy’s shoulder, Scott’s eyebrows jumped. And Booster was still kneeling in front of Ted, still had his hands on Ted’s waist and for a long, long moment, no one could move.
“Fucking Christ!” Guy yelled, shoving Scott back out the door, “Stop gaying up the locker room! Some of us straight guys gotta use it, too!”
Then, just before the door closed, Scott said, “Just clean up after yourselves, please.”
Another, even longer moment of silence descended and Ted tried to look anywhere but at Booster. Eventually Booster got back to his feet, face just as red as Ted’s felt and stammered out, “Uh, look, Ted-“
Ted turned back to the lockers, trying to think through his flustered, mortified state. “Hey, no worries. I mean- they don’t know what was going on and not like they’re going to listen to what was really happening.” He tried to grin but didn’t trust himself to look at Booster who was still standing just a bit too close. “Anyway, hope that satisfied you.” Because it sure as hell didn’t satisfy Ted.
“...y-yeah. Thanks, Ted.” Booster finally moved away and if there was disappointment in his voice, Ted was convinced it was only because he was projecting his own on Booster. “I’ll see you at the meeting,” he said, grabbing his costume from the locker and hurrying out.
Ted let his head thunk against the locker. Then he grabbed his own costume and went into the back for a much-needed shower.
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Date: 2010-07-02 05:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-03 05:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-03 05:19 am (UTC)I think the ending was actually my favorite part, despite the rude interruption. If Guy ever wanted, he could probably just get a job as the JLI buzzkill.
"Oh, Barda--ah--AH--OMG WTF ARE YOU DOING HERE GUY!"
"Surprise! :D"
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Date: 2010-07-03 05:41 am (UTC)And Guy would so become a professional cockblocker. A cockblock for hire, even. If your rival or even friend is getting some when you aren't, just call Guy Gardner, professional cockblocker! He'll make it so they'll never want to have sex again!
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Date: 2012-02-17 03:18 am (UTC)