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Title: Lavatory Love Machine
Fandom: DCU
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1113
Characters: Booster, Ted
Summary: Sometimes urges can’t be denied.
Sometimes hanging out with Booster was a practice in masochism. He had this unerring need to be the center of attention everywhere he went. At bars, that meant flirting with anyone that was nearby. Women, men, people that were already on dates and entire groups- if anyone gave even the slightest hint of interest, Booster was there, smiling, leaning in, brushing his fingers across their shoulder or hand or knee. And if his ability to bullshit about anything didn’t work, the fact that he was just so damn pretty always did. And that, to Ted, was just unfair. Sure, his own humor and charm often got him company while he drank but still. It was just supremely distracting when Booster was over there, laughing and leaning on someone that wasn’t Ted.
Tonight he was sitting just a bit too close to an attractive redhead, their thigh’s pressed together, Booster’s hand trailing down an arm. Keeping an eye on Booster meant Ted had trouble staying in his own conversation. Then Booster stood up and leaned over the table and Ted got an eyeful of Booster’s ass in those jeans that molded so well to him and- dammit, there was no way he could ignore that now.
Giving his company a little smile and some excuse, Ted slipped from his seat, crossed the floor and hooked a finger through one of Booster’s belt loops. “Can we talk?” He asked, even as he was tugging Booster away.
Booster barely spared Ted a glance, just gave the redhead a roguish grin and wink, “Be back in a second.”
Oh no you won’t, Ted thought as he dragged Booster to the bathroom where Ted shoved Booster within, slipped inside and locked the door behind them. Booster just turned and grinned at him, asking as if he didn’t know exactly what was going on in Ted’s mind, “So what’s up?”
Ted pressed his body up against Booster’s, pinning him against the wall. “Loose the pants,” he said, nearly growling as nuzzled at the exposed skin of Booster’s collarbone.
“You remember what the manager said? He’s going to kick us out if he catches you fucking me in here again.”
“So I won’t fuck you,” Ted captured Booster’s lips and sucked on his tongue hard, letting him know exactly what Ted had planned. “Drop the pants.”
Booster smirked against his mouth, but obediently slipped his hands between their bodies. His hands, warm and large, palmed over Ted’s crotch, making him buck forward a bit. Then he popped the button on his jeans and the zipper was audible in the space between them. Ted’s hand delved into the opening and though he knew it was Booster’s preference, he sucked in a breath at the lack of underwear, hands on hot skin and coarse hair. His fingers wrapped around Booster’s cock, making him hum and arch.
Roughly Ted shoved at Booster’s jeans until they bunched around his thighs and he dropped to his knees, taking just a moment to nuzzle at Booster’s pelvis and breath him in before he opened his mouth and licked a long, hard stripe over his length. Booster hissed, hips pushing against Ted’s hand. A pinch at his thigh got Ted something that was half a yelp, half a whimper, but Booster obediently stayed still as Ted licked over his cock, lapped at his slit, sucked at the head until precome started dripping against his tongue.
Ted’s eyes flickered upward. Booster was biting down on his hand, but his eyes were bright and eager, anxious for Ted to start working him in earnest. Well, Ted never did like disappointing...
He dropped his jaw, bobbing his head and taking Booster in bit by bit until his nose pressed against Booster’s pelvis and Booster made a strangled sound as Ted’s throat flexed around his dick. He pulled back, slowly, sucking hard every inch of the way, then swallowed around Booster again. By the time he pulled back a second time, Booster’s thighs were trembling under his hand and Booster was whimpering softly into his palm.
God, it seriously had to be a crime for anyone to be that sexy. Ted gripped at himself through his own pants for a moment, ducking in to suck at Booster’s balls. Ted looked up again- Booster had one arm thrown out to the side, pressing hard against the wall, body angled and open and quivering for Ted’s touch. His pupils were blown out, making the blue of his eyes that much brighter, that much more desperate as he stared down at Ted, silently begging for his mouth.
So. Un. Fair. Ted fell back on Booster’s cock again in desperation, needing to hear his stifled whimpers, needing to feel the straining and trembling of his body, to taste his heat and skin as he came undone. He sucked hard, jaw working as he bobbed and Ted couldn’t help the hand that crept up between Booster’s thighs or the finger that slipped inside his hole, pumping in and out until Booster’s back arched hard, a cry muffled against his palm as he came. Ted drank down every drop, relishing the taste and sound, petting Booster’s thighs until they stopped trembling.
A hand ran through Ted’s hair, then prodded Ted backward until Booster had enough room to stand properly, tucking himself away and zipping up without brushing against Ted. “Thought you said you weren’t going to fuck me,” he teased, reaching for a couple papertowels to wipe the sweat from his neck and face.
“Depends on your definition of ‘fuck’,” Ted replied, pushing himself up on tiptoe to suck at Booster’s neck.
He laughed, poking at Ted. “We really don’t need to be kicked out of this place. I like it.”
“Fine- we’re calling it an early night, then.”
“It’s always an early night whenever I wear my lucky jeans.”
Ted grinned. “Can’t deny they always get you laid.”
“Like I need these jeans to get laid.”
“No you don’t. In fact, you don’t need to be wearing any pants to get laid.”
“I wonder why that is...” Booster leaned down and gave Ted a slow, burning kiss. The kind that had nothing but beautiful, filthy promises that made Ted roll his hips against Booster’s thigh.
“Okay,” Ted pulled back, panting a bit, “we really need to go- now -or I make no promises about not getting us kicked out.”
“You’re the boss.” They slipped out of the bathroom, paid their tabs and hailed the first cab they came across. Ted couldn’t help feeling awfully smug at the fact Booster’s attention was on him the entire time and had completely forgotten about that redhead he left behind.
Title: Lavatory Love Machine
Fandom: DCU
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1113
Characters: Booster, Ted
Summary: Sometimes urges can’t be denied.
Sometimes hanging out with Booster was a practice in masochism. He had this unerring need to be the center of attention everywhere he went. At bars, that meant flirting with anyone that was nearby. Women, men, people that were already on dates and entire groups- if anyone gave even the slightest hint of interest, Booster was there, smiling, leaning in, brushing his fingers across their shoulder or hand or knee. And if his ability to bullshit about anything didn’t work, the fact that he was just so damn pretty always did. And that, to Ted, was just unfair. Sure, his own humor and charm often got him company while he drank but still. It was just supremely distracting when Booster was over there, laughing and leaning on someone that wasn’t Ted.
Tonight he was sitting just a bit too close to an attractive redhead, their thigh’s pressed together, Booster’s hand trailing down an arm. Keeping an eye on Booster meant Ted had trouble staying in his own conversation. Then Booster stood up and leaned over the table and Ted got an eyeful of Booster’s ass in those jeans that molded so well to him and- dammit, there was no way he could ignore that now.
Giving his company a little smile and some excuse, Ted slipped from his seat, crossed the floor and hooked a finger through one of Booster’s belt loops. “Can we talk?” He asked, even as he was tugging Booster away.
Booster barely spared Ted a glance, just gave the redhead a roguish grin and wink, “Be back in a second.”
Oh no you won’t, Ted thought as he dragged Booster to the bathroom where Ted shoved Booster within, slipped inside and locked the door behind them. Booster just turned and grinned at him, asking as if he didn’t know exactly what was going on in Ted’s mind, “So what’s up?”
Ted pressed his body up against Booster’s, pinning him against the wall. “Loose the pants,” he said, nearly growling as nuzzled at the exposed skin of Booster’s collarbone.
“You remember what the manager said? He’s going to kick us out if he catches you fucking me in here again.”
“So I won’t fuck you,” Ted captured Booster’s lips and sucked on his tongue hard, letting him know exactly what Ted had planned. “Drop the pants.”
Booster smirked against his mouth, but obediently slipped his hands between their bodies. His hands, warm and large, palmed over Ted’s crotch, making him buck forward a bit. Then he popped the button on his jeans and the zipper was audible in the space between them. Ted’s hand delved into the opening and though he knew it was Booster’s preference, he sucked in a breath at the lack of underwear, hands on hot skin and coarse hair. His fingers wrapped around Booster’s cock, making him hum and arch.
Roughly Ted shoved at Booster’s jeans until they bunched around his thighs and he dropped to his knees, taking just a moment to nuzzle at Booster’s pelvis and breath him in before he opened his mouth and licked a long, hard stripe over his length. Booster hissed, hips pushing against Ted’s hand. A pinch at his thigh got Ted something that was half a yelp, half a whimper, but Booster obediently stayed still as Ted licked over his cock, lapped at his slit, sucked at the head until precome started dripping against his tongue.
Ted’s eyes flickered upward. Booster was biting down on his hand, but his eyes were bright and eager, anxious for Ted to start working him in earnest. Well, Ted never did like disappointing...
He dropped his jaw, bobbing his head and taking Booster in bit by bit until his nose pressed against Booster’s pelvis and Booster made a strangled sound as Ted’s throat flexed around his dick. He pulled back, slowly, sucking hard every inch of the way, then swallowed around Booster again. By the time he pulled back a second time, Booster’s thighs were trembling under his hand and Booster was whimpering softly into his palm.
God, it seriously had to be a crime for anyone to be that sexy. Ted gripped at himself through his own pants for a moment, ducking in to suck at Booster’s balls. Ted looked up again- Booster had one arm thrown out to the side, pressing hard against the wall, body angled and open and quivering for Ted’s touch. His pupils were blown out, making the blue of his eyes that much brighter, that much more desperate as he stared down at Ted, silently begging for his mouth.
So. Un. Fair. Ted fell back on Booster’s cock again in desperation, needing to hear his stifled whimpers, needing to feel the straining and trembling of his body, to taste his heat and skin as he came undone. He sucked hard, jaw working as he bobbed and Ted couldn’t help the hand that crept up between Booster’s thighs or the finger that slipped inside his hole, pumping in and out until Booster’s back arched hard, a cry muffled against his palm as he came. Ted drank down every drop, relishing the taste and sound, petting Booster’s thighs until they stopped trembling.
A hand ran through Ted’s hair, then prodded Ted backward until Booster had enough room to stand properly, tucking himself away and zipping up without brushing against Ted. “Thought you said you weren’t going to fuck me,” he teased, reaching for a couple papertowels to wipe the sweat from his neck and face.
“Depends on your definition of ‘fuck’,” Ted replied, pushing himself up on tiptoe to suck at Booster’s neck.
He laughed, poking at Ted. “We really don’t need to be kicked out of this place. I like it.”
“Fine- we’re calling it an early night, then.”
“It’s always an early night whenever I wear my lucky jeans.”
Ted grinned. “Can’t deny they always get you laid.”
“Like I need these jeans to get laid.”
“No you don’t. In fact, you don’t need to be wearing any pants to get laid.”
“I wonder why that is...” Booster leaned down and gave Ted a slow, burning kiss. The kind that had nothing but beautiful, filthy promises that made Ted roll his hips against Booster’s thigh.
“Okay,” Ted pulled back, panting a bit, “we really need to go- now -or I make no promises about not getting us kicked out.”
“You’re the boss.” They slipped out of the bathroom, paid their tabs and hailed the first cab they came across. Ted couldn’t help feeling awfully smug at the fact Booster’s attention was on him the entire time and had completely forgotten about that redhead he left behind.
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Date: 2010-08-31 05:00 am (UTC)...guh...
...nngn.
...sorry, the drooling is impacting my ability to properly tell you how amazing this was.
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Date: 2010-08-31 06:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-31 09:19 pm (UTC)