[fic][DCU, Ted, Booster, NC-17] Underdog
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ajremixThe penultimate drabble! Fic... thing. The second to last! I may need some sleep!
Title: Underdog
Fandom: DCU
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1081
Characters: Ted, Booster
In Response to: 30 days of Boostle - sore loser
Summary: Sequel to Great Sportsmanship. An upset victory. Except replace 'upset' with 'sexy'.
He rolled over the bed, stuffing his face into a pillow as he moaned, "Noooooo! No, I can't believe it!"
"That, my friend, was a thing of beauty."
Ted pulled the pillow back just enough to glare balefully over the edge. "I hate you and everything you like."
"Aw, Teddy," Booster drawled, trying to wrap his arms around Ted's waist while Ted was doing his damnedest to keep Booster from reaching around him, "don't be like that. Just because you're terrible at picking winning teams."
"You remember that sex we're never having again?"
"Hey- you're the one that agreed to sexy football bets. You can't withhold my winnings now. After losing four straight games."
"Try to stop me."
"Well," Booster traced a finger down the length of Ted's spine, slipping down the crease of his ass and flicking teasingly over his hole, "you're already in prime position you know."
Ted rolled his eyes, elbowing Booster in the chest. "I'm trying to be bitter here, stop seducing me!"
"I can't help it!" Booster latched on to Ted's side with a whine, "You're sexy when you pout!"
"If I believed everything you said, you think anything I do is sexy."
"What's so hard to believe about that?" He ran sweet, eager kisses over Ted's shoulder and back.
"Boooosterrrr..."
"Teeeeed. C'mon, sex and then you can be bitter."
Ted snorted. "Yeah, like I could possibly be bitter after you fuck my brains out."
"See? Win-win for everyone!"
Laughing and ruffling Booster's hair, Ted shoved at him. "You're such a dork! A horny, irresistible dork."
Booster surged back, rolling Ted onto his back, "Horny and irresistible only for you."
"That didn't actually entirely make sense."
Booster nudged Ted's nose with his own, as infatuated with the other man as he'd been since the day they met. "And yet you still know exactly what I meant," he kissed Ted softly, a palm following the line of hair from Ted's belly to where it spread across his chest.
"It's because I can't help myself," Ted admitted, "especially when it comes to you." He tangled his hand in Booster's hair, bringing him down for a deep, lingering kiss that had Booster hardening against his hip. Hands skimmed over Ted's arms, gripping at his wrists as he settled between Ted's thighs, lining their cocks together.
Neither of them even needed to move, just having each other there, the intensity of their feelings and knowing those feelings were returned had blood coursing to their cocks and feeling one man getting hard against them just made the other get all the harder.
Eventually, even as they exchanged kisses, Booster shifted until he was straddling Ted's hips and Ted moaned against his mouth, hands twitching, wishing they were on Booster's back, feeling his muscles shift. Booster pulled back, running his tongue over Ted's lips before saying, "I wouldn't have minded losing, you know. When my team was 21 points down in the first half, all I could think about was having your cock inside me."
Then, with one hand as a guide, Booster sat back, muscles still stretched from earlier bets barely even protesting as Ted impaled him.
Ted's head fell back, free hand fisting the sheets. "Oooooh, fuck me..."
Booster chuckled. "Not tonight. It's my turn." He deliberately twisted his hips, making Ted gasp and grab at his thighs, trying to get Booster's hips to pump but Booster grabbed Ted's hands again, pinning them back to the mattress. "Oh no you don't- I'm on top, remember? I set the pace."
He could see the beginnings of a pout forming in the crease between Ted's eyebrows. "Boost-" muscles clenched tightly around Ted, "-ohhhhhh..."
He smiled down at Ted, shifting his hips a bit to get the angle just right which made Ted make more of those intoxicating sounds he always did. "Hmmmm," Booster flexed again, getting needy whimpers in exchange, "I love when I make your brain drip out your ears."
"Please, Booster," he begged, "I need this, I need you. Fuck, Booster- I love you so much!"
Booster leaned in to kiss Ted, hard, hungry and utterly lost in his taste. "Since you asked so nicely," he all but growled, slowly pumping himself on Ted's erection, pace building in response to Ted's growing whimpers and moans. Booster bit his lip, trying to stifle his own soft cries so he could hear Ted unhindered but that went out the proverbial window when Ted- never one to follow directions when it didn't suit him -planted his feet against the mattress and snapped his hips up hard into Booster.
It ignited something deep inside Booster, making him gasp and loose any possibility of staying in control of the situation. He drove his hips downward, meeting every quick, desperate stroke just as hard, just as desperately. Booster's hands gripped at Ted's shoulders for leverage, riding him until sparks started shooting up his spin and around the back of his skull. Nails, uneven and chipped, dug into his thighs, into the flexing flesh of his ass and Booster loved the feel of it, just like he loved how his voice ran counterpoint to Ted's in a harmony of need and love.
Booster could feel his climax creeping up on him, his mind hyperaware of every inch of his body inside and out, could feel his pulse beating in the muscles clenched around Ted as certainly as he could feel it against his palms, thudding hard in his chest and between his ears. Just as he was hyperaware of the thrumming in Ted's body, could feel him getting just as close, lost in sweat and sensation.
Booster leaned down to press his lips against Ted's, just as Ted reached up a hand to palm the head of Booster's cock and that was it. They came in a cacophony of cries and curses, with shuddering limbs and open mouths seeking some patch of skin to muffle themselves on.
When Booster's brain finally decided to reboot itself, he was on his side with Ted spooning against his back, both just basking in the afterglow. Booster twisted his head around to nuzzle sweat-curled hair. "Hmmm. I love football."
Ted snickered, "That's what they call a come-from-behind victory," he rolled his hips deliberately.
Booster couldn't help a half-laugh, half-groan. He nearly reminded Ted that he picked the losing team but let it slide. With the pleasant ache below the small of his back, Booster came out the winner in any case.
Title: Underdog
Fandom: DCU
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1081
Characters: Ted, Booster
In Response to: 30 days of Boostle - sore loser
Summary: Sequel to Great Sportsmanship. An upset victory. Except replace 'upset' with 'sexy'.
He rolled over the bed, stuffing his face into a pillow as he moaned, "Noooooo! No, I can't believe it!"
"That, my friend, was a thing of beauty."
Ted pulled the pillow back just enough to glare balefully over the edge. "I hate you and everything you like."
"Aw, Teddy," Booster drawled, trying to wrap his arms around Ted's waist while Ted was doing his damnedest to keep Booster from reaching around him, "don't be like that. Just because you're terrible at picking winning teams."
"You remember that sex we're never having again?"
"Hey- you're the one that agreed to sexy football bets. You can't withhold my winnings now. After losing four straight games."
"Try to stop me."
"Well," Booster traced a finger down the length of Ted's spine, slipping down the crease of his ass and flicking teasingly over his hole, "you're already in prime position you know."
Ted rolled his eyes, elbowing Booster in the chest. "I'm trying to be bitter here, stop seducing me!"
"I can't help it!" Booster latched on to Ted's side with a whine, "You're sexy when you pout!"
"If I believed everything you said, you think anything I do is sexy."
"What's so hard to believe about that?" He ran sweet, eager kisses over Ted's shoulder and back.
"Boooosterrrr..."
"Teeeeed. C'mon, sex and then you can be bitter."
Ted snorted. "Yeah, like I could possibly be bitter after you fuck my brains out."
"See? Win-win for everyone!"
Laughing and ruffling Booster's hair, Ted shoved at him. "You're such a dork! A horny, irresistible dork."
Booster surged back, rolling Ted onto his back, "Horny and irresistible only for you."
"That didn't actually entirely make sense."
Booster nudged Ted's nose with his own, as infatuated with the other man as he'd been since the day they met. "And yet you still know exactly what I meant," he kissed Ted softly, a palm following the line of hair from Ted's belly to where it spread across his chest.
"It's because I can't help myself," Ted admitted, "especially when it comes to you." He tangled his hand in Booster's hair, bringing him down for a deep, lingering kiss that had Booster hardening against his hip. Hands skimmed over Ted's arms, gripping at his wrists as he settled between Ted's thighs, lining their cocks together.
Neither of them even needed to move, just having each other there, the intensity of their feelings and knowing those feelings were returned had blood coursing to their cocks and feeling one man getting hard against them just made the other get all the harder.
Eventually, even as they exchanged kisses, Booster shifted until he was straddling Ted's hips and Ted moaned against his mouth, hands twitching, wishing they were on Booster's back, feeling his muscles shift. Booster pulled back, running his tongue over Ted's lips before saying, "I wouldn't have minded losing, you know. When my team was 21 points down in the first half, all I could think about was having your cock inside me."
Then, with one hand as a guide, Booster sat back, muscles still stretched from earlier bets barely even protesting as Ted impaled him.
Ted's head fell back, free hand fisting the sheets. "Oooooh, fuck me..."
Booster chuckled. "Not tonight. It's my turn." He deliberately twisted his hips, making Ted gasp and grab at his thighs, trying to get Booster's hips to pump but Booster grabbed Ted's hands again, pinning them back to the mattress. "Oh no you don't- I'm on top, remember? I set the pace."
He could see the beginnings of a pout forming in the crease between Ted's eyebrows. "Boost-" muscles clenched tightly around Ted, "-ohhhhhh..."
He smiled down at Ted, shifting his hips a bit to get the angle just right which made Ted make more of those intoxicating sounds he always did. "Hmmmm," Booster flexed again, getting needy whimpers in exchange, "I love when I make your brain drip out your ears."
"Please, Booster," he begged, "I need this, I need you. Fuck, Booster- I love you so much!"
Booster leaned in to kiss Ted, hard, hungry and utterly lost in his taste. "Since you asked so nicely," he all but growled, slowly pumping himself on Ted's erection, pace building in response to Ted's growing whimpers and moans. Booster bit his lip, trying to stifle his own soft cries so he could hear Ted unhindered but that went out the proverbial window when Ted- never one to follow directions when it didn't suit him -planted his feet against the mattress and snapped his hips up hard into Booster.
It ignited something deep inside Booster, making him gasp and loose any possibility of staying in control of the situation. He drove his hips downward, meeting every quick, desperate stroke just as hard, just as desperately. Booster's hands gripped at Ted's shoulders for leverage, riding him until sparks started shooting up his spin and around the back of his skull. Nails, uneven and chipped, dug into his thighs, into the flexing flesh of his ass and Booster loved the feel of it, just like he loved how his voice ran counterpoint to Ted's in a harmony of need and love.
Booster could feel his climax creeping up on him, his mind hyperaware of every inch of his body inside and out, could feel his pulse beating in the muscles clenched around Ted as certainly as he could feel it against his palms, thudding hard in his chest and between his ears. Just as he was hyperaware of the thrumming in Ted's body, could feel him getting just as close, lost in sweat and sensation.
Booster leaned down to press his lips against Ted's, just as Ted reached up a hand to palm the head of Booster's cock and that was it. They came in a cacophony of cries and curses, with shuddering limbs and open mouths seeking some patch of skin to muffle themselves on.
When Booster's brain finally decided to reboot itself, he was on his side with Ted spooning against his back, both just basking in the afterglow. Booster twisted his head around to nuzzle sweat-curled hair. "Hmmm. I love football."
Ted snickered, "That's what they call a come-from-behind victory," he rolled his hips deliberately.
Booster couldn't help a half-laugh, half-groan. He nearly reminded Ted that he picked the losing team but let it slide. With the pleasant ache below the small of his back, Booster came out the winner in any case.
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Date: 2010-11-30 03:53 pm (UTC)way to go, booster! ;P
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Date: 2010-12-09 08:13 am (UTC)