[drabble][DCU, Ted, PG] Caught Up in You
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ajremixWell, after spending two days alternatively sleeping and being unable to sit upright for extended periods of time, I'm feeling about 40% up to speed. Throat's still feeling swollen and my brain's all fogged up, but asides from that I'm okay (classes definitely being skipped tomorrow, though, either to schedule a doctor's appointment or catch up on homework). That being said, I actually wrote this last night during one of my long periods of coherency but fate conspired against my posting it (i fell asleep).
There's also going to be a sequel to this that I'll attempt to get out today, but no promises. Also it's going to be a kind of sad sequel because I'm a terrible person, I guess?
Title: Caught Up in You
Fandom: DCU
Rating: PG? Situational near-nudity and gay feelings, but nothing major.
Word Count: 647
Characters: Ted, peripheral Booster
In Response to: 30 days of Boostle - confidence
Summary: Sequel to You Give Me Fever. The moral of today's story- sometimes you just have to accept things as they are. Alternatively: when you wake up in bed with a mostly naked hot blonde, enjoy it.
Ted woke up sweating. Partly because there were three comforters piled on top of him but mostly because half-draped on him was Booster who not only generated more heat than three comforters but was also nearly naked. For a long time Ted lay there trying to figure out how things got to that point and what it was he should be doing about it.
Obviously how they got there- the physical there -was due to Ted passing out on Booster in the foyer and Ted could guess the blankets were due to a hazy memory of Booster asking if he was sick. Why that meant stripping them both to their underwear and curling together in their sleep, Ted had no clue.
He should do something about it- about getting out of it. From the blankets and Booster. He should but Booster had done a pretty thorough job of entwining himself around Ted. That and every time Ted felt Booster's belly pressing against his as he inhaled or Booster's soft breath over his chest as he exhaled kind of shorted out his brain.
It wasn't fair. No part of it was. Why did Booster have to feel as good as he looked? Why did he have to be such a comfortable weight, why did he have to smell so good even when it was too damn hot to be that close to him? And why the hell was Ted just laying there as he lamented on the unfairness of it all?
Ted bit back a groan- how was he supposed to ignore his attraction to Booster when he did things like this? Ted had to- he wanted- he didn't even know. He wanted to taste the faint sheen of sweat on Booster's neck, wanted to curl his hands on Booster's strong thighs, wanted to drown in Booster until his scent was hardwired in his brain.
Ted started to hyperventilate. "I gotta get outta here," he muttered to himself, trying to figure out which feet belonged to him and how to unfuse Booster's fingers from the grooves of his ribs. As he scootched away, Booster made an unhappy 'nrrrgh'. Ted paused, looking at him for a long moment. He pulled away again and that time Booster's brow furrowed and his grip tightened. Ted went limp and Booster's expression smoothed out, but he didn't let go. Experimentally Ted inched in closer to his friend, just enough for his shoulder to brush Booster's face. Booster tucked himself against Ted's neck and gave a contented sigh.
Slowly- very slowly -Ted reached out a hand, letting it rest high on Booster's hip. He swallowed at the feel of elastic under his fingers and just as slowly, ready to pull back at a second's notice, let his hand run up the warm, smooth skin of Booster's side. In response, Booster let out another sigh, curling in closer and Ted froze, heart thumping hard enough to keep him from breathing.
Carefully he turned onto his side. His hand trembled as it went across Booster's back and around his shoulders, the length of his thumb brushing through fine blonde hairs against his neck. Ted had to bite his lip as a leg hooked back around his own, arm draped fully over his waist and Booster's cheek brushed momentarily against a nipple. God, he was hard- they both were, Booster half-aroused in his sleep and Ted aching against his hip.
This was going to be bad. This went beyond weird, beyond awkward and smacked right into the middle of 'what the hell do you think you're doing?' territory. But just like the nearly-oppressive heat beneath the blankets around them, Ted didn't care. Things were going to change between them after this and Ted couldn't do anything to stop it. So, for this one moment, for the only moment he'll ever get, he was going to savor it.
There's also going to be a sequel to this that I'll attempt to get out today, but no promises. Also it's going to be a kind of sad sequel because I'm a terrible person, I guess?
Title: Caught Up in You
Fandom: DCU
Rating: PG? Situational near-nudity and gay feelings, but nothing major.
Word Count: 647
Characters: Ted, peripheral Booster
In Response to: 30 days of Boostle - confidence
Summary: Sequel to You Give Me Fever. The moral of today's story- sometimes you just have to accept things as they are. Alternatively: when you wake up in bed with a mostly naked hot blonde, enjoy it.
Ted woke up sweating. Partly because there were three comforters piled on top of him but mostly because half-draped on him was Booster who not only generated more heat than three comforters but was also nearly naked. For a long time Ted lay there trying to figure out how things got to that point and what it was he should be doing about it.
Obviously how they got there- the physical there -was due to Ted passing out on Booster in the foyer and Ted could guess the blankets were due to a hazy memory of Booster asking if he was sick. Why that meant stripping them both to their underwear and curling together in their sleep, Ted had no clue.
He should do something about it- about getting out of it. From the blankets and Booster. He should but Booster had done a pretty thorough job of entwining himself around Ted. That and every time Ted felt Booster's belly pressing against his as he inhaled or Booster's soft breath over his chest as he exhaled kind of shorted out his brain.
It wasn't fair. No part of it was. Why did Booster have to feel as good as he looked? Why did he have to be such a comfortable weight, why did he have to smell so good even when it was too damn hot to be that close to him? And why the hell was Ted just laying there as he lamented on the unfairness of it all?
Ted bit back a groan- how was he supposed to ignore his attraction to Booster when he did things like this? Ted had to- he wanted- he didn't even know. He wanted to taste the faint sheen of sweat on Booster's neck, wanted to curl his hands on Booster's strong thighs, wanted to drown in Booster until his scent was hardwired in his brain.
Ted started to hyperventilate. "I gotta get outta here," he muttered to himself, trying to figure out which feet belonged to him and how to unfuse Booster's fingers from the grooves of his ribs. As he scootched away, Booster made an unhappy 'nrrrgh'. Ted paused, looking at him for a long moment. He pulled away again and that time Booster's brow furrowed and his grip tightened. Ted went limp and Booster's expression smoothed out, but he didn't let go. Experimentally Ted inched in closer to his friend, just enough for his shoulder to brush Booster's face. Booster tucked himself against Ted's neck and gave a contented sigh.
Slowly- very slowly -Ted reached out a hand, letting it rest high on Booster's hip. He swallowed at the feel of elastic under his fingers and just as slowly, ready to pull back at a second's notice, let his hand run up the warm, smooth skin of Booster's side. In response, Booster let out another sigh, curling in closer and Ted froze, heart thumping hard enough to keep him from breathing.
Carefully he turned onto his side. His hand trembled as it went across Booster's back and around his shoulders, the length of his thumb brushing through fine blonde hairs against his neck. Ted had to bite his lip as a leg hooked back around his own, arm draped fully over his waist and Booster's cheek brushed momentarily against a nipple. God, he was hard- they both were, Booster half-aroused in his sleep and Ted aching against his hip.
This was going to be bad. This went beyond weird, beyond awkward and smacked right into the middle of 'what the hell do you think you're doing?' territory. But just like the nearly-oppressive heat beneath the blankets around them, Ted didn't care. Things were going to change between them after this and Ted couldn't do anything to stop it. So, for this one moment, for the only moment he'll ever get, he was going to savor it.
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