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ajremixBeen a while since I've written in this style. Hope it's successful.
Title: Lazy Gray Day
Fandom: DCU
Rating: PG-13 for non-explicit sex
Word Count: 649
Characters: Booster, Ted
In Response to: 30 days of Boostle - rained out
Summary: Some days it's hard to get out of bed.
The room had that early morning chill but in the blankets it was the kind of warm that erased the existence of the rest of the world. It was just warmth, comfort and Ted's steady heartbeat under his cheek, Booster's soft breath ghosting over his chest. In the lazy fog of the room Ted murmured, "It's raining again."
"Hmm."
"Gray and dreary and unpleasant."
"Hmm."
"Prob'ly cold, too."
Booster curled closer, lips against skin and curled hair, reverent touches that meant far more than words could say, "I should go."
"Hmm."
"I hate flying in the rain."
Fingers combed through his hair, soft and pale in the muted light of day, tracing up the length of his neck to the back of his skull in a gentle rhythm that shut down bits of Booster's mind at a time. He lay, lethargic and satisfied, body so in tuned to Ted's it was almost as if they were fused together.
Ted's hand smoothed through his hair, down sharp cheekbones and the strong angle of his jaw, thumb stroking restless but content, rememorizing the feel of Booster as if he had changed in the last few hours. Booster let himself be rolled to his back with a soft sigh, let Ted's hands continue to flutter over him with fleeting touches that burned gently into Booster's skin, into his mind.
It was like a worship of wet kisses and dry lips, of calloused fingers that seared down to the bone with each inhale and followed the next breath out with palms that stroked the hollow of his belly. It brought Booster's body to life not with the sharp prickles of arousal but a warm curl of pleasure. Ted was with him, under that blanket that contained all that was important in the universe. There was no reason for haste, no need to grapple and fumble in a mess of limbs and need. Everything was taken care of, no inch of skin untasted, untouched, no sigh that Ted didn't hold in reverence, whispering his devotion straight into Booster's heart. Ted was methodical and intimate, bearing as much of himself as he was unfurling Booster.
Muscles stretched in a lazy protest, still pliable and sated from earlier and accepting Ted with little resistance. Booster hummed a quiet note in the back of his throat, a feeling that stemmed from deep in his chest, warmed by the pulsing between his legs, the heat that was the two of them together and all the words they knew by time and familiarity, the ones they knew the shape of well enough to no longer need to say them but said anyway. Because the taste of it on their tongues was addictive and the shivers as they were pressed into ears even more so.
Their bodies rolled together like waves, hitched breathes breaking over each other in a rush of emotions. In the silence of their world they fit like a puzzle, complex pieces of opposites that complimented and yearned for that moment when they filled each other. It was perfect in that they were together and perfect because it wouldn't last. Because Ted's focus was scattering like his rhythm, like his soft cries against Booster's neck. And Booster was breaking apart under him, pleasure and love shining through the cracks as he begged Ted to shatter him.
The world gradually refocused and pieces diligently put back together while they lay content and interwoven. There was nothing else so important in the world than just the two of them, being.
The soft touch of tissues pressed over Booster's stomach, between his legs and Ted's hands swept over him again, making sure he hadn't missed one shard as he reshaped the man in his arms. Booster reassured him with a lazy kiss that anchored the two together.
"Tomorrow," Ted said against his temple, "the weather might be better tomorrow."
"Hmm."
Title: Lazy Gray Day
Fandom: DCU
Rating: PG-13 for non-explicit sex
Word Count: 649
Characters: Booster, Ted
In Response to: 30 days of Boostle - rained out
Summary: Some days it's hard to get out of bed.
The room had that early morning chill but in the blankets it was the kind of warm that erased the existence of the rest of the world. It was just warmth, comfort and Ted's steady heartbeat under his cheek, Booster's soft breath ghosting over his chest. In the lazy fog of the room Ted murmured, "It's raining again."
"Hmm."
"Gray and dreary and unpleasant."
"Hmm."
"Prob'ly cold, too."
Booster curled closer, lips against skin and curled hair, reverent touches that meant far more than words could say, "I should go."
"Hmm."
"I hate flying in the rain."
Fingers combed through his hair, soft and pale in the muted light of day, tracing up the length of his neck to the back of his skull in a gentle rhythm that shut down bits of Booster's mind at a time. He lay, lethargic and satisfied, body so in tuned to Ted's it was almost as if they were fused together.
Ted's hand smoothed through his hair, down sharp cheekbones and the strong angle of his jaw, thumb stroking restless but content, rememorizing the feel of Booster as if he had changed in the last few hours. Booster let himself be rolled to his back with a soft sigh, let Ted's hands continue to flutter over him with fleeting touches that burned gently into Booster's skin, into his mind.
It was like a worship of wet kisses and dry lips, of calloused fingers that seared down to the bone with each inhale and followed the next breath out with palms that stroked the hollow of his belly. It brought Booster's body to life not with the sharp prickles of arousal but a warm curl of pleasure. Ted was with him, under that blanket that contained all that was important in the universe. There was no reason for haste, no need to grapple and fumble in a mess of limbs and need. Everything was taken care of, no inch of skin untasted, untouched, no sigh that Ted didn't hold in reverence, whispering his devotion straight into Booster's heart. Ted was methodical and intimate, bearing as much of himself as he was unfurling Booster.
Muscles stretched in a lazy protest, still pliable and sated from earlier and accepting Ted with little resistance. Booster hummed a quiet note in the back of his throat, a feeling that stemmed from deep in his chest, warmed by the pulsing between his legs, the heat that was the two of them together and all the words they knew by time and familiarity, the ones they knew the shape of well enough to no longer need to say them but said anyway. Because the taste of it on their tongues was addictive and the shivers as they were pressed into ears even more so.
Their bodies rolled together like waves, hitched breathes breaking over each other in a rush of emotions. In the silence of their world they fit like a puzzle, complex pieces of opposites that complimented and yearned for that moment when they filled each other. It was perfect in that they were together and perfect because it wouldn't last. Because Ted's focus was scattering like his rhythm, like his soft cries against Booster's neck. And Booster was breaking apart under him, pleasure and love shining through the cracks as he begged Ted to shatter him.
The world gradually refocused and pieces diligently put back together while they lay content and interwoven. There was nothing else so important in the world than just the two of them, being.
The soft touch of tissues pressed over Booster's stomach, between his legs and Ted's hands swept over him again, making sure he hadn't missed one shard as he reshaped the man in his arms. Booster reassured him with a lazy kiss that anchored the two together.
"Tomorrow," Ted said against his temple, "the weather might be better tomorrow."
"Hmm."
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Date: 2010-11-20 09:26 pm (UTC)0.0 Does anyone evewr say uber anymore?
XD it must be hard to write every day... and to still have such good qaulity.
PS: Not that it matters but after 5 hours of writting qaulity dies a little... XD But yay I might get it posted tonight!
Btw... how do I jl cuts? When I use a link it doesn't work that well I've never understood why?
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Date: 2010-11-20 09:36 pm (UTC)At first it was kind of easy- well, not really easy but sometimes I'd do a maybe two of these a day, but now it's getting tough^^;; I was looking at the list after I wrote this and thought "What am I going to do for ten more days o.O??"
Use < lj-cut text="" >, just be sure to erase the spaces next to the triangle brackets.
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Date: 2010-11-20 09:51 pm (UTC)you have such a way with words that it's more like breathing them in than reading them
I felt really comfortable and almost like being either one of the two lovebirds
a really enjoyable read
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Date: 2010-11-20 10:39 pm (UTC)