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ajremixTitle: Camp (Repressed) Gay
Fandom: DCU
Rating: PG
Word Count: 995
Characters: Ted, Booster
In Response to: 30 days of Boostle - whining
Summary: Super Buddies era. The thing with stereotypes is they go both ways.
"I just realized something."
"Hm?"
"For a while I was happy to know we could be mistaken for heterosexual. You know, generally. When we're not together."
Booster gave his best friend an odd look. "We can't be heterosexual when we're together?"
"Well, it would help if we stopped touching each other all the time. And if people stopped assuming- correctly -that we're together."
"That made very little sense, but go on."
After making a quick face, Ted did, "What I mean is that people usually peg us as heterosexual. Or sexually neutral. Which still defaults to heterosexual..." Ted 'hmmmmm'ed and Booster had to steer him around pedestrian traffic as he dwelled on that. "Problematic. Anyway- defaulting us to heterosexuality. I was okay with that- I was actually kind of proud of that until I realized that kind of meant stereotypical homosexual behaviors would be considered bad or abnormal."
"Neither of us are homosexual, Ted."
"Bisexual stereotypes, then- are there bisexual stereotypes? Whatever- the point is stereotypes in and of themselves aren't bad or good, they just are and people shouldn't be ashamed of how they act and if how they act happens to fall under a stereotype."
"Good to know. I'll be sure to tell Bea she has your permission to continue being a saucy Brazilian."
Ted whapped Booster's arm. "That's not what I meant and anyway- it was bringing me to my second revelation."
"Oooo, suspense!"
"I just realized that you were the camp gay of this relationship."
Booster's brow furrowed. "What?"
"The camp gay. The flamboyant one. I mean, let's look at it- you're impossibly handsome."
"That's just good genetic engineering."
"You always dress fashionably."
"Style isn't that hard to follow. You just need to get out more often."
"You wear little booty shorts any time you can get away with it- and a few times you shouldn't."
"Max refused to let me sunbathe on the roof naked- now I have to deal with tan lines."
"You'll flirt with anyone and anything."
"I do like attention."
"You go to Broadway musicals with Mary, Sue and Ralph."
"A lot of those songs are surprisingly catchy."
"Seriously- all you need to do is be limp-wristed and talk like you're from San Francisco and you'd be hitting every gay stereotype there is." At Booster's raised eyebrow, Ted waved his hands peaceably. "Not that there's anything wrong with that! Like I said, stereotypes themselves aren't bad! I mean- I'm your typical oblivious genius so it's not like I can say-"
"Genius?"
Ted narrowed his eyes. "The science guy, the smart one- you know what I mean."
"No, no, I get it. I'm fabulous, you're frumpy."
He gaped. "I am not frumpy!"
"Just following your lead."
"I didn't say anything about being frumpy!"
"You've had the same haircut for ten years. You still wear sweater vests and newsboy caps and things with embroidered letters. You're idea of getting dressed after spending days locked in your lab is to put a sweatshirt over your costume. When you do make an attempt to dress, you either go selectively color blind or you're afraid to wear more than two different colors and have to have five visible articles of clothing. You, my friend, are frumpy."
Ted fumed. "You are never getting sex from me again."
Booster couldn't help smiling, leaning in to nudge his nose against Ted. "I don't care about frumpy. Besides, I know what you look like when you get an outfit that works. Believe me- I'd rather you be frumpy most the time or else I'd end up being the possessive type." He gave Ted a soft little kiss. "And your frumpiness is charming in that off-beat way I love about you."
Ted was visibly attempting not to melt. "...still no sex."
"And when you start going into withdrawals?"
"You suck."
"I will tonight," Booster licked Ted's lips before walking off. But not before he felt the hard shudder go down Ted's body.
Shaking himself from his sexy-Booster induced stupor, Ted followed after, a step or two behind the tall blonde. "I had a point to this!"
"Did you, now?"
"Yes! I was saying that you're... you're... you're doing that- that walk thing on me again!"
Booster cast a sideways glance over his shoulder. "What walk thing?"
"The one where you sway your hips from side to side and tease me with your ass- the thing Bea does when she's trying to knock me off my train of thought!"
"Bea does this to you?" Booster tapped at his chin in contemplation. "Should I be upset she does it or that she doesn't do it to me?"
Before Ted could reply- too caught up in watching Booster's ass move in those tight, tight jeans -he suddenly found himself with a double-handful of said ass and a mouth half-full of Booster's shirt, half-full of the skin of his neck.
"Why'd you stop?" He mumbled, not taking the slightest move back, instead nudging Booster's collar aside to mouth at the warm skin.
"Waiting for the light to change," came the reply. Booster let out a quiet sigh, tilting his head aside encouragingly. "You said you had a point?"
Ted's hands squeezed and he couldn't help pressing his hips forward a bit, making Booster's breathing hitch. "Yeah. I need to get you out of these jeans."
"You probably don't want to do that here."
"I know- public indecency and all."
"That and Bea and Mary are across the street."
Ted's eyelids snapped open and, indeed, their two teammates were on the other corner, grocery bags in their hands. Bea grinned and gave him a sassy wink. Mary looked shocked. Not horrified shocked, just jaw-to-sternum, abort, retry, fail? shocked. Ted stayed frozen to Booster's backside. "Oh God..."
"So should we go meet them or wait until they come this way?"
Ted hid his face between Booster's shoulder blades. "Oh God."
Booster reached back to pat Ted's hip. "My poor repressed frumpy genius boyfriend."
Fandom: DCU
Rating: PG
Word Count: 995
Characters: Ted, Booster
In Response to: 30 days of Boostle - whining
Summary: Super Buddies era. The thing with stereotypes is they go both ways.
"I just realized something."
"Hm?"
"For a while I was happy to know we could be mistaken for heterosexual. You know, generally. When we're not together."
Booster gave his best friend an odd look. "We can't be heterosexual when we're together?"
"Well, it would help if we stopped touching each other all the time. And if people stopped assuming- correctly -that we're together."
"That made very little sense, but go on."
After making a quick face, Ted did, "What I mean is that people usually peg us as heterosexual. Or sexually neutral. Which still defaults to heterosexual..." Ted 'hmmmmm'ed and Booster had to steer him around pedestrian traffic as he dwelled on that. "Problematic. Anyway- defaulting us to heterosexuality. I was okay with that- I was actually kind of proud of that until I realized that kind of meant stereotypical homosexual behaviors would be considered bad or abnormal."
"Neither of us are homosexual, Ted."
"Bisexual stereotypes, then- are there bisexual stereotypes? Whatever- the point is stereotypes in and of themselves aren't bad or good, they just are and people shouldn't be ashamed of how they act and if how they act happens to fall under a stereotype."
"Good to know. I'll be sure to tell Bea she has your permission to continue being a saucy Brazilian."
Ted whapped Booster's arm. "That's not what I meant and anyway- it was bringing me to my second revelation."
"Oooo, suspense!"
"I just realized that you were the camp gay of this relationship."
Booster's brow furrowed. "What?"
"The camp gay. The flamboyant one. I mean, let's look at it- you're impossibly handsome."
"That's just good genetic engineering."
"You always dress fashionably."
"Style isn't that hard to follow. You just need to get out more often."
"You wear little booty shorts any time you can get away with it- and a few times you shouldn't."
"Max refused to let me sunbathe on the roof naked- now I have to deal with tan lines."
"You'll flirt with anyone and anything."
"I do like attention."
"You go to Broadway musicals with Mary, Sue and Ralph."
"A lot of those songs are surprisingly catchy."
"Seriously- all you need to do is be limp-wristed and talk like you're from San Francisco and you'd be hitting every gay stereotype there is." At Booster's raised eyebrow, Ted waved his hands peaceably. "Not that there's anything wrong with that! Like I said, stereotypes themselves aren't bad! I mean- I'm your typical oblivious genius so it's not like I can say-"
"Genius?"
Ted narrowed his eyes. "The science guy, the smart one- you know what I mean."
"No, no, I get it. I'm fabulous, you're frumpy."
He gaped. "I am not frumpy!"
"Just following your lead."
"I didn't say anything about being frumpy!"
"You've had the same haircut for ten years. You still wear sweater vests and newsboy caps and things with embroidered letters. You're idea of getting dressed after spending days locked in your lab is to put a sweatshirt over your costume. When you do make an attempt to dress, you either go selectively color blind or you're afraid to wear more than two different colors and have to have five visible articles of clothing. You, my friend, are frumpy."
Ted fumed. "You are never getting sex from me again."
Booster couldn't help smiling, leaning in to nudge his nose against Ted. "I don't care about frumpy. Besides, I know what you look like when you get an outfit that works. Believe me- I'd rather you be frumpy most the time or else I'd end up being the possessive type." He gave Ted a soft little kiss. "And your frumpiness is charming in that off-beat way I love about you."
Ted was visibly attempting not to melt. "...still no sex."
"And when you start going into withdrawals?"
"You suck."
"I will tonight," Booster licked Ted's lips before walking off. But not before he felt the hard shudder go down Ted's body.
Shaking himself from his sexy-Booster induced stupor, Ted followed after, a step or two behind the tall blonde. "I had a point to this!"
"Did you, now?"
"Yes! I was saying that you're... you're... you're doing that- that walk thing on me again!"
Booster cast a sideways glance over his shoulder. "What walk thing?"
"The one where you sway your hips from side to side and tease me with your ass- the thing Bea does when she's trying to knock me off my train of thought!"
"Bea does this to you?" Booster tapped at his chin in contemplation. "Should I be upset she does it or that she doesn't do it to me?"
Before Ted could reply- too caught up in watching Booster's ass move in those tight, tight jeans -he suddenly found himself with a double-handful of said ass and a mouth half-full of Booster's shirt, half-full of the skin of his neck.
"Why'd you stop?" He mumbled, not taking the slightest move back, instead nudging Booster's collar aside to mouth at the warm skin.
"Waiting for the light to change," came the reply. Booster let out a quiet sigh, tilting his head aside encouragingly. "You said you had a point?"
Ted's hands squeezed and he couldn't help pressing his hips forward a bit, making Booster's breathing hitch. "Yeah. I need to get you out of these jeans."
"You probably don't want to do that here."
"I know- public indecency and all."
"That and Bea and Mary are across the street."
Ted's eyelids snapped open and, indeed, their two teammates were on the other corner, grocery bags in their hands. Bea grinned and gave him a sassy wink. Mary looked shocked. Not horrified shocked, just jaw-to-sternum, abort, retry, fail? shocked. Ted stayed frozen to Booster's backside. "Oh God..."
"So should we go meet them or wait until they come this way?"
Ted hid his face between Booster's shoulder blades. "Oh God."
Booster reached back to pat Ted's hip. "My poor repressed frumpy genius boyfriend."
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Date: 2010-11-15 06:44 pm (UTC)absolutely loved it :3
thanks for sharing!
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Date: 2010-11-15 07:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-15 08:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-15 10:35 pm (UTC)the best part is all that stuff about Booster is canon
my only gripe is that Bea isn't Latina. She's Brazilian. Latina suggests Spanish origin.
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Date: 2010-11-15 10:50 pm (UTC)I've heard that being said about the term 'hispanic', but I've also heard Latina being used for Brazilians, too, since Brazil is part of Latin America.
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Date: 2010-11-15 10:55 pm (UTC)While it IS part of Latin America, I never heard Brazilians call or consider themselves Latino. It's always 'I'm Brazilian' or 'Portuguese'. IDK, it might be different here in Massachusetts.
LOL, sorry. As a Portuguese person, I get HRAHH when people mistake us for Latin or Spanish.no subject
Date: 2010-11-15 11:05 pm (UTC)And I completely understand- it always burns my goat (...is that an actual term? that's really really weird) whenever someone mistakens me for Chinese or Japanese. But since you're part of the culture... or... related to the culture of the character in question through many years of history and I swear one day soon this sickness will be gone and I can think properly again- point, I had a point here I'll go ahead and defer to you and change the term.
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Date: 2010-11-16 03:01 am (UTC)