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ajremixTitle: Influential Thoughts
Fandom: DCU
Rating: R
Word Count: 1556
Characters: Max, Booster, Ted
Summary: When a mind-pusher fantasizes, there’s bound to be side-effects. Unrequited horniness everywhere.
Max was glad that it didn’t take much persuasion (and not even any ‘persuasion’ at that) to convince Oberon he wanted to take on more responsibility with the team. And taking charge of the team meetings was a good place to start. Max, of course, still sat in on them but Oberon was the one that had the floor now and that allowed Max to let his mind wander.
Which it did, as always, and Max went through his mental schedule for the day, the checklist of tasks that needed to be done, people to set up meetings with, business to conduct. But it was all things he mentally went over several times a day and took only a scant few minutes to go over once more in the meeting. Which gave Max’s mind ample time to wander non-business related thoughts.
Such as bending Booster over the table and fucking him.
Max kept his face carefully schooled with the idle little smile he always had and watched Booster from out the corner of his eye. Even in the flat interior lighting Booster was beautiful and golden, suit glinting every time he shifted and Max liked to think Booster’s skin would shine the same naked and oiled up, muscles stretching out as he bared himself to Max’s approval.
He’d lay out on the table, wrists tied together above his head, legs spread out and Max would be standing there, just looking at him, smile wicked and dirty with thoughts of what he planned to do to Booster running through his head. And Booster would be getting hard, imagining what Max could be imagining and ready to beg for whatever it was the moment Max let him.
Oh, Max knew his attraction to Booster was nothing beyond physical- some days, even Booster’s looks couldn’t save him from the trouble he and Ted got into -and the problem was that Max couldn’t act on it. Or rather Max wouldn’t allow himself to act on it. After all, there were lines that a man in Max’s position shouldn’t cross and dallying with a superhero that worked for you was far, far different than dallying with a personal assistant. The worst a personal assistant could do if they got miffed was mess up Max’s schedule. That was far preferable than having an emotionally unstable hero saving lives or getting into a snit with blasters on their wrists.
So Max stuck with fantasizing- not even with a male hooker. He tried. Several times. But none of them had the future perfected body or the megawatt smile and they all looked at Max with sultry expressions instead of eager or mischievous grins.
Booster Gold was truly one of a kind and Max was certain no one else could look like him as he begged to be touched, cock straining against the air and precome slowly beading down the shaft.
Across the table, Booster shifted in his seat again and Max’s gaze focused on him briefly. He looked a bit uncomfortable, maybe even a bit red. Max supposed it was due to the heat- it was Booster’s first summer in New York, after all. Metropolis didn’t get nearly as humid. Max made a mental note to turn the A/C up a bit after the meeting.
Or maybe he’d just have Booster undress Max instead, licking up the sweat at Max’s throat as his shirt collar became undone, pressing wet kisses down Max’s chest as he’d go. His hands would slick over Max’s skin until he pulled the shirt from slacks and look up with wet red lips near Max’s waist. He’d wait until Max gave him permission to undo his belt and pull the clothes down his legs. Then Booster would lick up the sweat the gathered where Max’s thigh met his hip, then between his legs and at the skin behind his balls. He’s keep licking his way up and around Max’s dick until his breathing got uneven and his hand tangled in Booster’s hair. He’d pull back just enough so his breath whispered against the head of Max’s cock and he’d say, ‘Tell me what you want me to do. I’ll do anything you say, just tell me. I want to do whatever it takes to please you.’
And Max would take Booster’s head in both his hands and raise his hips a bit. Booster’s mouth would open and Max would raise his hips more, his dick skimming between Booster’s lips as he’d go in and in until he pressed against the back of Booster’s throat and lips pressed against his pelvis. He’d pull out slowly and just as slowly push back in again and Booster would whimper a little, the hum of unsaid please humming against Max’s cock.
The part of Max that was left to observe the meeting noted the tone of Oberon’s voice- the meeting was coming to and end and Max tucked his fantasy away to think about later. He cast last look at Booster who seemed anxious for the meeting to end to the point he was taking deliberately deep, slow breaths. As Oberon turned to Max for the last word, he decided he’d make the final notes brief for Booster’s sake.
~*~*~*~
Booster had to wonder if there was something in the air in New York or something because goddamn but was he suddenly and inexplicably horny. Horny enough that he didn’t exactly feel confident in his costume- which was generally good at not showing unfortunately timed boners -from hiding it. As the meeting finally (finally) wound down, Booster made plans for his escape- get out ahead of the others and jump into the shower before anyone noticed.
He couldn’t help casting a glance at Ted, leaning back in his seat and making a valiant effort to get through the meeting without falling asleep once. Ted yawned behind his hand and Booster hastily looked away, his hormones wanting him to jam his tongue into Ted’s open mouth and swallow the little meep of surprise Booster was sure the action would get. Ted’s hands would brace against Booster’s chest, body stiff- and what Booster wouldn’t give to get Ted stiff in his arms, to rub his thigh against Ted until he moaned and rode Booster’s leg until he shook so hard he could barely stand..
The meeting ended and Booster jumped to his feet, practically running for the door.
“Hey, Booster- wait up!”
He bit back a groan and tried to school the heat he could feel creeping up his neck and cheeks. Booster slowed enough for Ted to catch up but resolutely kept half a step ahead in attempt to hide his arousal.
“You’re in a hurry,” Ted said with a little half-grin, “got a hot date tonight?”
Only if you in my fantasies count. “I need to take a shower,” and spend some time with my hand/wishing you were there on your knees, “it’s really kinda,” hot/sweaty/sticky, “disgusting weather today.”
Ted shrugged, “It’s just the humidity, lotta people can’t take it.”
“You seem,” fine/distractingly attractive/utterly fuckable, “okay with it.”
“I lived in Chicago. High temperatures and humidity isn’t anything new to me.” Ted licked his lips and Booster dug his fingers into his palm to keep from sucking on Ted’s tongue. “Me, Scott and the girls are going to head out to a diner- you wanna come with?”
The first thought that crossed Booster’s mind was ‘the only meat I want in my mouth is yours’ and almost slapped himself in the face for it. He as so horny he was getting stupid to an unprecedented level. “Nah. I step outside and I’ll melt.”
“C’mon, ya big baby. Tora’s handling the heat better than you and she’s from Norway!”
“Yeah, well she probably put ice in her veins or something.”
“If you ask nicely, maybe she’ll make you an ice coat to wear.”
That made Booster think of ice cream and Ted licking it off his body and oh God he needed to take care of his now-painful hard on.
When Booster didn’t say anything Ted looked up at him curiously. “Are you feeling okay, buddy?” A hand reached up and fingertips brushed against Booster’s hair before he managed to stumble away.
“If you’re trying to feel,” me up, “my temperature, it’s not going to work while I have the cowl on.”
“Then take it off.”
Take it all off and take everything off you and shove you against the wall and see how ridiculously flexible you really are, “I’m okay, really. I’m just going to soak in a cool tub for a bit, then just veg out or something. It’s just too hot for me.”
Ted, thankfully, bought it. “Alright. You want me to bring you back anything? Slice of pie? Maybe a milkshake?”
Booster didn’t know which image he liked more- the one of Ted sucking on a straw which then turned into Ted sucking on Booster’s cock, or the revisit to the ice cream licking. He just grinned and said, “Surprise me.”
“Alright,” Ted turned off toward his room with a little wave, “I’ll see you later then.”
“Right.” Booster waited until Ted’s door closed, flew to the bathroom and barely locked himself in before he had his pants down his thighs and a hand wrapped tight around himself. “Oh God, Ted...”
Fandom: DCU
Rating: R
Word Count: 1556
Characters: Max, Booster, Ted
Summary: When a mind-pusher fantasizes, there’s bound to be side-effects. Unrequited horniness everywhere.
Max was glad that it didn’t take much persuasion (and not even any ‘persuasion’ at that) to convince Oberon he wanted to take on more responsibility with the team. And taking charge of the team meetings was a good place to start. Max, of course, still sat in on them but Oberon was the one that had the floor now and that allowed Max to let his mind wander.
Which it did, as always, and Max went through his mental schedule for the day, the checklist of tasks that needed to be done, people to set up meetings with, business to conduct. But it was all things he mentally went over several times a day and took only a scant few minutes to go over once more in the meeting. Which gave Max’s mind ample time to wander non-business related thoughts.
Such as bending Booster over the table and fucking him.
Max kept his face carefully schooled with the idle little smile he always had and watched Booster from out the corner of his eye. Even in the flat interior lighting Booster was beautiful and golden, suit glinting every time he shifted and Max liked to think Booster’s skin would shine the same naked and oiled up, muscles stretching out as he bared himself to Max’s approval.
He’d lay out on the table, wrists tied together above his head, legs spread out and Max would be standing there, just looking at him, smile wicked and dirty with thoughts of what he planned to do to Booster running through his head. And Booster would be getting hard, imagining what Max could be imagining and ready to beg for whatever it was the moment Max let him.
Oh, Max knew his attraction to Booster was nothing beyond physical- some days, even Booster’s looks couldn’t save him from the trouble he and Ted got into -and the problem was that Max couldn’t act on it. Or rather Max wouldn’t allow himself to act on it. After all, there were lines that a man in Max’s position shouldn’t cross and dallying with a superhero that worked for you was far, far different than dallying with a personal assistant. The worst a personal assistant could do if they got miffed was mess up Max’s schedule. That was far preferable than having an emotionally unstable hero saving lives or getting into a snit with blasters on their wrists.
So Max stuck with fantasizing- not even with a male hooker. He tried. Several times. But none of them had the future perfected body or the megawatt smile and they all looked at Max with sultry expressions instead of eager or mischievous grins.
Booster Gold was truly one of a kind and Max was certain no one else could look like him as he begged to be touched, cock straining against the air and precome slowly beading down the shaft.
Across the table, Booster shifted in his seat again and Max’s gaze focused on him briefly. He looked a bit uncomfortable, maybe even a bit red. Max supposed it was due to the heat- it was Booster’s first summer in New York, after all. Metropolis didn’t get nearly as humid. Max made a mental note to turn the A/C up a bit after the meeting.
Or maybe he’d just have Booster undress Max instead, licking up the sweat at Max’s throat as his shirt collar became undone, pressing wet kisses down Max’s chest as he’d go. His hands would slick over Max’s skin until he pulled the shirt from slacks and look up with wet red lips near Max’s waist. He’d wait until Max gave him permission to undo his belt and pull the clothes down his legs. Then Booster would lick up the sweat the gathered where Max’s thigh met his hip, then between his legs and at the skin behind his balls. He’s keep licking his way up and around Max’s dick until his breathing got uneven and his hand tangled in Booster’s hair. He’d pull back just enough so his breath whispered against the head of Max’s cock and he’d say, ‘Tell me what you want me to do. I’ll do anything you say, just tell me. I want to do whatever it takes to please you.’
And Max would take Booster’s head in both his hands and raise his hips a bit. Booster’s mouth would open and Max would raise his hips more, his dick skimming between Booster’s lips as he’d go in and in until he pressed against the back of Booster’s throat and lips pressed against his pelvis. He’d pull out slowly and just as slowly push back in again and Booster would whimper a little, the hum of unsaid please humming against Max’s cock.
The part of Max that was left to observe the meeting noted the tone of Oberon’s voice- the meeting was coming to and end and Max tucked his fantasy away to think about later. He cast last look at Booster who seemed anxious for the meeting to end to the point he was taking deliberately deep, slow breaths. As Oberon turned to Max for the last word, he decided he’d make the final notes brief for Booster’s sake.
~*~*~*~
Booster had to wonder if there was something in the air in New York or something because goddamn but was he suddenly and inexplicably horny. Horny enough that he didn’t exactly feel confident in his costume- which was generally good at not showing unfortunately timed boners -from hiding it. As the meeting finally (finally) wound down, Booster made plans for his escape- get out ahead of the others and jump into the shower before anyone noticed.
He couldn’t help casting a glance at Ted, leaning back in his seat and making a valiant effort to get through the meeting without falling asleep once. Ted yawned behind his hand and Booster hastily looked away, his hormones wanting him to jam his tongue into Ted’s open mouth and swallow the little meep of surprise Booster was sure the action would get. Ted’s hands would brace against Booster’s chest, body stiff- and what Booster wouldn’t give to get Ted stiff in his arms, to rub his thigh against Ted until he moaned and rode Booster’s leg until he shook so hard he could barely stand..
The meeting ended and Booster jumped to his feet, practically running for the door.
“Hey, Booster- wait up!”
He bit back a groan and tried to school the heat he could feel creeping up his neck and cheeks. Booster slowed enough for Ted to catch up but resolutely kept half a step ahead in attempt to hide his arousal.
“You’re in a hurry,” Ted said with a little half-grin, “got a hot date tonight?”
Only if you in my fantasies count. “I need to take a shower,” and spend some time with my hand/wishing you were there on your knees, “it’s really kinda,” hot/sweaty/sticky, “disgusting weather today.”
Ted shrugged, “It’s just the humidity, lotta people can’t take it.”
“You seem,” fine/distractingly attractive/utterly fuckable, “okay with it.”
“I lived in Chicago. High temperatures and humidity isn’t anything new to me.” Ted licked his lips and Booster dug his fingers into his palm to keep from sucking on Ted’s tongue. “Me, Scott and the girls are going to head out to a diner- you wanna come with?”
The first thought that crossed Booster’s mind was ‘the only meat I want in my mouth is yours’ and almost slapped himself in the face for it. He as so horny he was getting stupid to an unprecedented level. “Nah. I step outside and I’ll melt.”
“C’mon, ya big baby. Tora’s handling the heat better than you and she’s from Norway!”
“Yeah, well she probably put ice in her veins or something.”
“If you ask nicely, maybe she’ll make you an ice coat to wear.”
That made Booster think of ice cream and Ted licking it off his body and oh God he needed to take care of his now-painful hard on.
When Booster didn’t say anything Ted looked up at him curiously. “Are you feeling okay, buddy?” A hand reached up and fingertips brushed against Booster’s hair before he managed to stumble away.
“If you’re trying to feel,” me up, “my temperature, it’s not going to work while I have the cowl on.”
“Then take it off.”
Take it all off and take everything off you and shove you against the wall and see how ridiculously flexible you really are, “I’m okay, really. I’m just going to soak in a cool tub for a bit, then just veg out or something. It’s just too hot for me.”
Ted, thankfully, bought it. “Alright. You want me to bring you back anything? Slice of pie? Maybe a milkshake?”
Booster didn’t know which image he liked more- the one of Ted sucking on a straw which then turned into Ted sucking on Booster’s cock, or the revisit to the ice cream licking. He just grinned and said, “Surprise me.”
“Alright,” Ted turned off toward his room with a little wave, “I’ll see you later then.”
“Right.” Booster waited until Ted’s door closed, flew to the bathroom and barely locked himself in before he had his pants down his thighs and a hand wrapped tight around himself. “Oh God, Ted...”
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Date: 2010-08-06 02:15 am (UTC)Oh Max. What nice fantasies you have.
XD OH BOOSTER. You poor thing.
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Date: 2010-08-06 03:08 am (UTC)