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ajremixTitle: A Night with Prince Charming
Fandom: DCU
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4058
Characters: Ted, Booster, various cameos and mentions
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Summary: AU. Ted gets dared to hire a callboy. He gets more than he expected.
Ted didn't know which was worse- the fact that Barbara had made the dare or the fact that Dick had offered to comp expenses. Well the worst was probably the fact that Ted had gone along with it. It wasn't bad because Ted was worried about what the faceless masses known as 'They' might say. Everyone there knew what he was like anyway- capable, intelligent and honest though he was, Ted Kord loved pulling pranks for a laugh, or to scandalize someone, even if at the expense of his own dignity. It was actually part of what made his reputation endearing to so many other young entrepreneurs. Besides, if anyone did have a problem with it, they'd know better than to say anything where Oliver Queen- there as Miss Lance's date and not in any mayoral capacity -could hear unless they wanted him to rant about prejudice, social injustice and equality for all (gossip said, of course, that the subject hit home for Queen as his son very possibly swung the other way. Possibly even both, depending on who was gossiping).
So no. Ted had no problems with the fact that he had brought a man as his date to Bruce Wayne's birthday/business gala. It didn't even bother him that much that the man was from an escort service. It did, however, put a flush in Ted's belly whenever he noticed that the man was so incredibly hot. And considering how hot that man was, it was every time Ted looked at him.
In this case, perhaps the joke wasn't so much on Bruce and high society but on Ted himself as he felt too self-conscious around his date to do much more than stammer words at him on occasions. At least the Daily Planet sent two reporters along. If Kent hadn't distracted Lane with some other gathering, Ted was certain her vague, polite questions would've gotten less vague and less polite. Ted would've felt bad for his date if it didn't look like Michael belonged there more than Ted ever did. He was unflappably charming even as Ted fumbled introducing him to people, gallantly didn't notice whenever Ted jumped when Michael touched his arm and very kindly drew attention when it was clear Ted had trouble following threads of conversation. Michael would've been Ted's savior if he wasn't the cause of Ted's flailing. Oh irony.
He left Michael to chat amiably with the D'Aramis sisters under the guise of getting drinks for Michael and himself. Which he was, until Dick decided to do the same, giving Ted a huge, shit-eating grin. "So," Dick said so nonchalantly he was glaringly obvious, "nice party, isn't it?"
Ted gave him a glare which just made Dick's grin grow.
"Aw, c'mon! He seems to be doing pretty well. I mean- asides from a few disapproving mutters here and there, the two of you haven't made much of a splash. Which, actually," Dick gave him a sidelong, almost challenging look, "is rather out of character for you."
And, yeah, that was true. But what was Ted supposed to do? He certainly didn't want to run the risk of insulting or offending Michael by being a goofball and playing up the entire 'date' thing. Not to mention he really didn't want to make an ass of himself in front of Michael anyway because... because... aw hell, why because? Michael was paid to be there- it wasn't like Ted was ever going to see him again afterward.
Ted picked up the drinks and turned back to find the French twins had been replaced by Bruce and his date for the evening. And there was Michael, talking to probably the most powerful man in the city as effortlessly as he'd been talking to anyone else and still looking distractingly handsome in a sharp black tuxedo and crisp white shirt and bowtie.
Oh God. It was because Ted hated looking like a fool in front of people he was attracted to and Michael was very, very attractive.
He plastered a big smile to his face. "Bruce! I see you've already met Michael," he handed one of the flutes of champagne to his date and then turned to the dark haired woman at Bruce's side. "I don't believe we've met."
"Only because we've never had the need," she replied. Instead of merely taking Ted's hand, she shook it.
"Ted," Bruce said, "this is Selina Kyle. She's in charge the Humane Society in Gotham."
"Ah, I see." Kord Industries had a strict no-animal testing policy. "Pleased to meet you under non-work-related conditions."
"Michael was telling us about his mother's treatment at the Wayne Memorial Hospital some time back," Bruce continued.
"Oh." Odd topic, in Ted's opinion.
"I was going to tell him that the compression clothing used in her treatment was actually originally developed by your company."
"Oh." Ted blinked at him. "Oh- you mean the one used for blood clots?"
Michael looked at him, his blue eyes made brighter by surprise. "Did you?"
Somehow Ted had impressed him and now his insides were getting all wobbly. "We, uh, i-it was originally designed to help astronauts. Er- keep them healthy in zero-G. One of the developers thought it might be useful. For hospitals, I mean. My company doesn't really work in medicine so I gave it over to Bruce here, and his company developed it from there."
Bruce gave a low chuckle and patted Ted's shoulder as he addressed Michael. "Ted tends to be modest when it comes to actual achievements. There wasn't much that needed to be changed for regular medical purposes. He's a good man, but sometimes you have to beat him over the head until he realizes what you're trying to get through." Someone else caught his attention and he put his hand on Selina's back gently.
She allowed him to lead her away, giving the two a saucy smile and wink, "He's a good catch." Ted wasn't certain which one she meant.
Ted looked up at Michael to see him looking back, a warm consideration in his eyes that made Ted look down at his glass as if he could hide behind him. "So," Ted cast his mind about, frantically trying to pick a conversation topic, "Wayne Memorial? Isn't that..." he trailed off, realizing how personal and rude the question would be.
Michael didn't seem to care, though. "A low income hospital? Yes."
"You don't- I mean, I didn't-" Ted pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh. "Would it help if I said I'm not normally this big of an ass."
Michael just gave a low laugh that wrapped around Ted's chest and squeezed. "It happened right after high school. I eventually began modeling to help pay the bills."
"Modeling? I can definitely see that. What did you model?" Clothes, hair products, dental hygiene, general modeling- Ted could see him doing any and everything.
"Erotic underwear."
Ted choked on his champagne.
"That's where I started, anyway," Michael added. He was very obviously trying to hold back a grin as Ted glared at him.
"You did that on purpose," he accused.
"It is the truth. But yes- I did wait until you were drinking to say it."
"You're evil," Ted told him. Especially because now he was imagining what Michael would look like with leather straps, sheer thongs, assless shorts... so very evil.
Michael's smile grew and he looked at Ted in a way that made his skin prickle in anticipation. Then he leaned over and said in Ted's ear, "Would you like to dance?"
Ted managed to swallow that mouthful of champagne. "With you?"
"Why not? People have been telling me you like pulling jokes for a reaction. And I don't think we've gotten nearly a proper enough reaction from them yet."
Ted's jaw dropped. "You... You realize you're offering to help me freak out every major business head in Gotham, right?"
"Well, if you'd rather play it safe-"
"Are you leading or am I?"
It turned out- after Michael actually learned the steps and Ted stopped being weirded out by being the short one -they danced rather well together. The disapproving looks and mutters grew (briefly- they stopped once Ollie began ranting) but mostly they got smiles and laughs. And Michael seemed to be just as over-the-top as Ted, letting himself be twirled and sashayed about. Ted's attempted to dip him nearly sent them both to the floor and they had to sit down from laughing too hard.
It was so easy dealing with Michael after that. Ted introduced him to Dick and Barbara, Karen Starr, Dinah and Ollie, Diana Prince and Vic Sage who Ted was actually surprised to see there (turned out he was there as Helena Bertinelli's date, who knew). They had dinner around a table with the Dibnys and Maxwell Lord and his fiancée Claire Montgomery. By the end of dessert, Ted couldn't stop laughing and joking with Michael. Couldn't stop looking at him.
Michael speared one of the stray berries left on his plate with his fork and used it to mop up leftover panna cotta and drizzled chocolate. He looked at Ted as he brought it to his mouth, delicately touching the berry with the tip of his tongue. He let his lips curve over the berry, sucking it clean before, very deliberately, biting in to the end and letting it disappear between his lips. The rest of the world dropped away from Ted entirely.
A socked foot brushed up the inside of Ted's leg and he felt the toes make their way up his thigh and settle, very lightly, against his crotch. Then the foot flexed and Ted jumped in his seat, causing everyone to stare at him (except for Michael who was trying not to look like he was laughing, the bastard). Ted stood up abruptly, fumbling in his pocket.
"Sorry," he babbled, feeling his face go bright red, "phone call. Wasn't expecting it. Vibrate function and all." He waved it frantically at his confused companions before turning tail and running to the hall.
Oh God, he didn't imagine that. He couldn't have imagined that! Michael had- he really- was this part of his job? Was he just teasing? Fuck him- he needed to get out of the place and figure out what the hell was going on in his head.
Someone grabbed his arm, dragging him down the hall and into a bathroom- one that was a bit of a walk from the ballroom. Ted was pushed into the room and turned around just as Michael locked the door. "Now," the taller man said with undisguised heat in his eyes, "I think you have a little problem that needs taking care of?"
Ted's jaw worked soundlessly, caught between asking what Michael thought he was doing and begging shamelessly. Not that it mattered because Michael had him crowded against the wall, hands deftly undoing Ted's belt and pants.
"Tell me if you don't want me to do this," he said promptly. He looked into Ted's eyes again and it sent a jolt of desire low in his belly. "But somehow I doubt you're going to complain."
Ted nodded numbly, not really certain what he was trying to agree with but just wanting Michael to touch him and when he did... oh... oh, when he did...
Michael hummed, making Ted shiver and bite his lower lip. "You're a big one," Michael said, his voice a dark, approving velvet that sent tingles up Ted's brainstem. Then Michael gave him a smile full of promise and desire before sinking to his knees. Before Ted registered what was happening, a wet heat engulfed him, dragging out a breathless cry.
Ted's head lulled back as Michael bobbed his head, fingers kneading Ted's ass, groping shamelessly at his balls, at the sensitive skin behind them and Ted had to bite down on his hand to keep from babbling who-knew-what. When he finally had the brainpower to look down he found Michael staring at him with dark, intense eyes as if he wanted to remember every little detail in the way Ted writhed, all his whimpers and how the overhead lighting glistened against the sweaty skin of his throat.
Michael took Ted's free hand and guided it to his head. His pace stopped and he looked up at Ted, giving him permission. Ted swallowed hard and then, slowly, began pushing into Michael's mouth. He pulled back, until he felt Michael's teeth brushing the bottom of his head and pushed in again. His other hand shakily dropped to Michael's hair, tangling in the soft golden threads and his hips pistoned a little faster, then a little faster still. He rocked into Michael's mouth, into the hard suction and swirling tongue. He pulled out until just the tip rested against Michael's lips, coating them in precome, then snapped in and out. He pushed Michael's head down, down, until he could feel his balls press to his chin, could feel Michael groaning into his pubic hair, could feel his throat working over his dick and Ted's legs shook so much he could barely stand.
"Michael," he panted, fucking the man's mouth like it was the only thing in the world that mattered, "God, Michael- so good, so fucking good. So hot, Michael. Absolutely beautiful." Every time Ted said his name- his voice trembling, sighing, getting caught on the syllables -Michael groaned and Ted said it as many times as possible until lighting crackled through his veins and scattered his senses in blinding white heat.
Ted was vaguely aware that he was- amazingly -still standing, albeit only because he slumped into a corner. Michael gave him one last, almost tender lick before tucking him away. He stood up, licking his lips and straightening Ted's clothes. Then, with dark, intense eyes, he leaned in until he was just inches away. His mouth was red and swollen and shiny and Ted really wanted to lean up and kiss him but didn't know if that would be against some kind of escort rules.
"Wait a few minutes," Michael's voice startled Ted, "before coming back to the table."
Michael went to the mirrored wall, checked his reflection and then, with one last knowing smile, walked out the door.
It took a few minutes for Ted's knees to properly work again and when he made it back to the table he couldn't stop thinking about Michael's mouth, his tongue, the tenderness of his fingers between Ted's legs. And then Michael looked up at him and grinned and Ted had no idea how he was going to get through the rest of the night.
~*~*~*~
Ted really didn't know how he got through the rest of the night as everything after that was a blur. The next thing he knew, he had taken his car keys from the valet and was pulling away from the manor with Michael in the passenger seat.
"So," Ted's voice cracked a little, "am I dropping you off anywhere in particular?"
From the corner of his eye he could see Michael undoing the bowtie from his neck, the natural fall of his knees spreading his legs wide and making Ted's imagination run rampant. "I was actually thinking," he said as his hands kept moving, "we could continue the night at your place."
Was... wait- was that what he was supposed to do? Ted liked having a happy ending to his dates, but the idea of paying for someone that didn't care on some level... But Michael cared, didn't he? It looked like he had fun at the gala or was he just that good of an actor? Ted looked over at him to ask but shut his jaw so quickly he bit his tongue.
Michael's shirt was practically undone entirely, spread open just enough to give Ted a glimpse of one dusky nipple that gave him such an urge to lean over and taste it he gripped knuckle-white at the steering wheel.
Ted cleared his throat and looked resolutely out the windshield. Sort of. If he ignored the way his eyes kept going back to Michael. "I thought Dick said you were only hired until midnight." A quick check at the clock showed it was close to one.
"Ted," Michael said with that same amused, heated smile he had right before he went to his knees in the bathroom, "I'm not a sex worker."
Ted blinked. "What?"
"I work for a companionship only escort agency. We don't sexually service clients."
"But... wait- you- in the bathroom-"
Suddenly Michael was leaning in close, the tips of his fingers just barely brushing against Ted's knee, his leg, up the inside of his thigh like a feather. "You're smart. Sweet. Funny. And you are a damn handsome man. I would've paid to have a date with you."
Ted swallowed tightly, the sound of it echoing hard in his head. "U-Um, I think you need to sit back." He gave a wobbly grin, but hope was shining through. "Don't want to kill the both of us before we get back to my place."
~*~*~*~
Ted managed to park in the garage without incident. Somehow. With Michael occasionally doing long, languid stretches (complete with soft noises) in the passenger seat and his fingers teasing Ted's neck, ear, tugging at the little curls of hair at the back of his neck, Ted really had no idea how he managed it. Especially when Michael reached over to undo Ted's tie. Then the first button of his shirt. Then the second. And third. The fact that they didn't crash was enough to make Ted reconsider the possibility of a higher being.
Even before Ted turned off the car Michael was already pulling Ted's shirt from his trousers. His palms were large and hot against Ted's skin, pushing up and up until the seatbelt got in the way. "You," he panted, "are going to kill me."
Michael laughed. "I don't think you have the right to say that to me."
"What do you mean?"
A hot breath and wet lips brushed Ted's ear. "I've been hard for you since we danced."
Automatically Ted's eyes dropped to Michael's lap where no telltale bulge was. "You hide it well."
Michael sat back with a smirk, unbuckling the seat belt, undoing the last two buttons on his shirt and untucking it from his pants. There, just barely visible behind the belt, was the head of Michael's cock. Ted's jaw dropped and he very nearly lunged across the car, wanting to suckle the tip, to taste leather and skin and precome. Instead he wrestled his own seatbelt off and said shortly, "Out of the car."
The elevator ride was torture. Michael's eyes were hot and hungry on Ted the entire time and Ted wanted to push the shirt and jacket from Michael's body and claim every inch of skin possible. They hadn't gone the three short yards to the door of Ted's apartment before he was already stripping from his clothes. He fumbled with the lock, shoved the door open and managed to get out, "Bedroom is down-" before Michael spun him around and pinned him to the wall.
"Now," he growled, tongue hot and teeth sharp at Ted's neck.
Ted shuddered and tilted his head back. "Hallway is good."
They struggled out of their clothes and Michael was just as frantic and uncoordinated as Ted was and that just made him even harder. They kicked off their shoes- probably leaving marks on the off-white walls that someone was going to probably complain about -and pants and underwear and then Michael was between Ted's legs, rolling their hips together. The short, chipped nails of Ted's fingers bit into Michael's back, hard muscles flexing against his palm and Ted let himself cry out unrestrained. His apartment took up half the floor and if that didn't give him the right to be as loud as he damn well wanted to be, he didn't know what did.
He wedged a hand between them, wanting to feel Michael's cock in his hand, thumbing the head, wrapping their dicks together and stroking. His other hand went to Michael's ass, tight and pert in his palm as he massaged it, fingers brushing down the crease.
Sloppy kisses rained down on the side of Ted's face, over his neck and shoulders as Michael slammed him into the wall so hard he started sobbing with pleasure. "More. Want more, Michael. Want everything."
They weren't close enough. They were practically as close as humanly possible but it still wasn't enough. Ted hooked his leg over the crook of Michael's arm and that... that was...
"Oh god," Michael groaned as he thrusted against Ted. "Just when I think you can't get anymore amazing, you're flexible."
Ted gave a lopsided grin. "And this is without a warm-up."
Michael claimed his mouth in a brutal, searing kiss that made Ted want to give him anything and everything. He caught Ted's other leg as it came up and the new angle had Ted shouting into the dark, begging and praying and wanting Michael to never, ever stop. Ted clung to Michael's shoulders as he sucked a bruise into Ted's neck, grinding themselves together until Ted was certain he could taste Michael under his skin.
Then Michael gasped into his neck and heat splashed over Ted's chest and belly and knowing that Michael came because of him, that he was there because he wanted Ted and held him so effortlessly against the wall and that his seed was so deliciously hot against his skin set Ted off. He arched his back hard, supported entirely by Michael and crying out his name.
They sank to the floor, Ted's legs still hook over his elbows, Michael's face still pressed against his neck. They shivered and unwound, not willing to let the other go just yet.
With a shaking hand, Ted brushed back Michael's bangs and tenderly kissed his temple. "Bedroom now?"
Michael looked at him, eyes almost glowing in the dark and promising more to come. "Bedroom now."
~*~*~*~
Ted woke up sore as hell and absolutely happy about that. Judging from the sun at the foot of his bed it had to have been mid to late afternoon and a tousled blonde head was resting comfortably on his shoulder, arm draped over his waist. Ted couldn't remember the last time he felt this good. He brushed Michael's hair away from where it was tickling his collarbone and away from Michael's face. It was just so easy being with the other man and Ted would've been disturbed if the revelation didn't put some bubbly, giddy feeling in his chest.
He ran his fingers through Michael's hair again then let his thumb stroke down high cheekbones, strong jaw and the soft part of lips that immediately sucked the pad in for a soft kiss. Michael's eyes opened and he gave a small, content smile. "Morning."
"Afternoon," Ted replied with his own smile.
The two just stared at each other, neither knowing what to say or wanting to disturb the moment. It was, as far as Ted was concerned, the most perfect morning/afternoon there could ever be. He craned his head down, intent on pressing a kiss to Michael's forehead but the other man met him halfway, sighing softly into Ted's lips.
Ted pulled back, just enough to look into Michael's face without going cross-eyed. "Last night..."
"Hm?"
"When you said you would've paid to have a date with me."
Michael looked up through his lashes and even through the glaze of warm contentment Ted could see part of him on guard and patiently waiting. "Yeah?"
"Was there a possibility for a non-monetary second date in there somewhere?"
Michael's face transformed when he smiled- really smiled -and Ted didn't think he could ever get enough of seeing that. "Well, I don't know," he rolled his hips deliberately and Ted was pleased to find Michael was just as hard as he was, "does the morning after count as a second date?"
"If it does, could there be a third date?"
A soft, tender kiss was pressed to Ted's chin. "Personally I was hoping for as many dates as we could possibly get."
"Oh, good." Ted rolled Michael onto his back. "I was hoping for the same thing."
Fandom: DCU
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4058
Characters: Ted, Booster, various cameos and mentions
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boostle's kink memeSummary: AU. Ted gets dared to hire a callboy. He gets more than he expected.
Ted didn't know which was worse- the fact that Barbara had made the dare or the fact that Dick had offered to comp expenses. Well the worst was probably the fact that Ted had gone along with it. It wasn't bad because Ted was worried about what the faceless masses known as 'They' might say. Everyone there knew what he was like anyway- capable, intelligent and honest though he was, Ted Kord loved pulling pranks for a laugh, or to scandalize someone, even if at the expense of his own dignity. It was actually part of what made his reputation endearing to so many other young entrepreneurs. Besides, if anyone did have a problem with it, they'd know better than to say anything where Oliver Queen- there as Miss Lance's date and not in any mayoral capacity -could hear unless they wanted him to rant about prejudice, social injustice and equality for all (gossip said, of course, that the subject hit home for Queen as his son very possibly swung the other way. Possibly even both, depending on who was gossiping).
So no. Ted had no problems with the fact that he had brought a man as his date to Bruce Wayne's birthday/business gala. It didn't even bother him that much that the man was from an escort service. It did, however, put a flush in Ted's belly whenever he noticed that the man was so incredibly hot. And considering how hot that man was, it was every time Ted looked at him.
In this case, perhaps the joke wasn't so much on Bruce and high society but on Ted himself as he felt too self-conscious around his date to do much more than stammer words at him on occasions. At least the Daily Planet sent two reporters along. If Kent hadn't distracted Lane with some other gathering, Ted was certain her vague, polite questions would've gotten less vague and less polite. Ted would've felt bad for his date if it didn't look like Michael belonged there more than Ted ever did. He was unflappably charming even as Ted fumbled introducing him to people, gallantly didn't notice whenever Ted jumped when Michael touched his arm and very kindly drew attention when it was clear Ted had trouble following threads of conversation. Michael would've been Ted's savior if he wasn't the cause of Ted's flailing. Oh irony.
He left Michael to chat amiably with the D'Aramis sisters under the guise of getting drinks for Michael and himself. Which he was, until Dick decided to do the same, giving Ted a huge, shit-eating grin. "So," Dick said so nonchalantly he was glaringly obvious, "nice party, isn't it?"
Ted gave him a glare which just made Dick's grin grow.
"Aw, c'mon! He seems to be doing pretty well. I mean- asides from a few disapproving mutters here and there, the two of you haven't made much of a splash. Which, actually," Dick gave him a sidelong, almost challenging look, "is rather out of character for you."
And, yeah, that was true. But what was Ted supposed to do? He certainly didn't want to run the risk of insulting or offending Michael by being a goofball and playing up the entire 'date' thing. Not to mention he really didn't want to make an ass of himself in front of Michael anyway because... because... aw hell, why because? Michael was paid to be there- it wasn't like Ted was ever going to see him again afterward.
Ted picked up the drinks and turned back to find the French twins had been replaced by Bruce and his date for the evening. And there was Michael, talking to probably the most powerful man in the city as effortlessly as he'd been talking to anyone else and still looking distractingly handsome in a sharp black tuxedo and crisp white shirt and bowtie.
Oh God. It was because Ted hated looking like a fool in front of people he was attracted to and Michael was very, very attractive.
He plastered a big smile to his face. "Bruce! I see you've already met Michael," he handed one of the flutes of champagne to his date and then turned to the dark haired woman at Bruce's side. "I don't believe we've met."
"Only because we've never had the need," she replied. Instead of merely taking Ted's hand, she shook it.
"Ted," Bruce said, "this is Selina Kyle. She's in charge the Humane Society in Gotham."
"Ah, I see." Kord Industries had a strict no-animal testing policy. "Pleased to meet you under non-work-related conditions."
"Michael was telling us about his mother's treatment at the Wayne Memorial Hospital some time back," Bruce continued.
"Oh." Odd topic, in Ted's opinion.
"I was going to tell him that the compression clothing used in her treatment was actually originally developed by your company."
"Oh." Ted blinked at him. "Oh- you mean the one used for blood clots?"
Michael looked at him, his blue eyes made brighter by surprise. "Did you?"
Somehow Ted had impressed him and now his insides were getting all wobbly. "We, uh, i-it was originally designed to help astronauts. Er- keep them healthy in zero-G. One of the developers thought it might be useful. For hospitals, I mean. My company doesn't really work in medicine so I gave it over to Bruce here, and his company developed it from there."
Bruce gave a low chuckle and patted Ted's shoulder as he addressed Michael. "Ted tends to be modest when it comes to actual achievements. There wasn't much that needed to be changed for regular medical purposes. He's a good man, but sometimes you have to beat him over the head until he realizes what you're trying to get through." Someone else caught his attention and he put his hand on Selina's back gently.
She allowed him to lead her away, giving the two a saucy smile and wink, "He's a good catch." Ted wasn't certain which one she meant.
Ted looked up at Michael to see him looking back, a warm consideration in his eyes that made Ted look down at his glass as if he could hide behind him. "So," Ted cast his mind about, frantically trying to pick a conversation topic, "Wayne Memorial? Isn't that..." he trailed off, realizing how personal and rude the question would be.
Michael didn't seem to care, though. "A low income hospital? Yes."
"You don't- I mean, I didn't-" Ted pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh. "Would it help if I said I'm not normally this big of an ass."
Michael just gave a low laugh that wrapped around Ted's chest and squeezed. "It happened right after high school. I eventually began modeling to help pay the bills."
"Modeling? I can definitely see that. What did you model?" Clothes, hair products, dental hygiene, general modeling- Ted could see him doing any and everything.
"Erotic underwear."
Ted choked on his champagne.
"That's where I started, anyway," Michael added. He was very obviously trying to hold back a grin as Ted glared at him.
"You did that on purpose," he accused.
"It is the truth. But yes- I did wait until you were drinking to say it."
"You're evil," Ted told him. Especially because now he was imagining what Michael would look like with leather straps, sheer thongs, assless shorts... so very evil.
Michael's smile grew and he looked at Ted in a way that made his skin prickle in anticipation. Then he leaned over and said in Ted's ear, "Would you like to dance?"
Ted managed to swallow that mouthful of champagne. "With you?"
"Why not? People have been telling me you like pulling jokes for a reaction. And I don't think we've gotten nearly a proper enough reaction from them yet."
Ted's jaw dropped. "You... You realize you're offering to help me freak out every major business head in Gotham, right?"
"Well, if you'd rather play it safe-"
"Are you leading or am I?"
It turned out- after Michael actually learned the steps and Ted stopped being weirded out by being the short one -they danced rather well together. The disapproving looks and mutters grew (briefly- they stopped once Ollie began ranting) but mostly they got smiles and laughs. And Michael seemed to be just as over-the-top as Ted, letting himself be twirled and sashayed about. Ted's attempted to dip him nearly sent them both to the floor and they had to sit down from laughing too hard.
It was so easy dealing with Michael after that. Ted introduced him to Dick and Barbara, Karen Starr, Dinah and Ollie, Diana Prince and Vic Sage who Ted was actually surprised to see there (turned out he was there as Helena Bertinelli's date, who knew). They had dinner around a table with the Dibnys and Maxwell Lord and his fiancée Claire Montgomery. By the end of dessert, Ted couldn't stop laughing and joking with Michael. Couldn't stop looking at him.
Michael speared one of the stray berries left on his plate with his fork and used it to mop up leftover panna cotta and drizzled chocolate. He looked at Ted as he brought it to his mouth, delicately touching the berry with the tip of his tongue. He let his lips curve over the berry, sucking it clean before, very deliberately, biting in to the end and letting it disappear between his lips. The rest of the world dropped away from Ted entirely.
A socked foot brushed up the inside of Ted's leg and he felt the toes make their way up his thigh and settle, very lightly, against his crotch. Then the foot flexed and Ted jumped in his seat, causing everyone to stare at him (except for Michael who was trying not to look like he was laughing, the bastard). Ted stood up abruptly, fumbling in his pocket.
"Sorry," he babbled, feeling his face go bright red, "phone call. Wasn't expecting it. Vibrate function and all." He waved it frantically at his confused companions before turning tail and running to the hall.
Oh God, he didn't imagine that. He couldn't have imagined that! Michael had- he really- was this part of his job? Was he just teasing? Fuck him- he needed to get out of the place and figure out what the hell was going on in his head.
Someone grabbed his arm, dragging him down the hall and into a bathroom- one that was a bit of a walk from the ballroom. Ted was pushed into the room and turned around just as Michael locked the door. "Now," the taller man said with undisguised heat in his eyes, "I think you have a little problem that needs taking care of?"
Ted's jaw worked soundlessly, caught between asking what Michael thought he was doing and begging shamelessly. Not that it mattered because Michael had him crowded against the wall, hands deftly undoing Ted's belt and pants.
"Tell me if you don't want me to do this," he said promptly. He looked into Ted's eyes again and it sent a jolt of desire low in his belly. "But somehow I doubt you're going to complain."
Ted nodded numbly, not really certain what he was trying to agree with but just wanting Michael to touch him and when he did... oh... oh, when he did...
Michael hummed, making Ted shiver and bite his lower lip. "You're a big one," Michael said, his voice a dark, approving velvet that sent tingles up Ted's brainstem. Then Michael gave him a smile full of promise and desire before sinking to his knees. Before Ted registered what was happening, a wet heat engulfed him, dragging out a breathless cry.
Ted's head lulled back as Michael bobbed his head, fingers kneading Ted's ass, groping shamelessly at his balls, at the sensitive skin behind them and Ted had to bite down on his hand to keep from babbling who-knew-what. When he finally had the brainpower to look down he found Michael staring at him with dark, intense eyes as if he wanted to remember every little detail in the way Ted writhed, all his whimpers and how the overhead lighting glistened against the sweaty skin of his throat.
Michael took Ted's free hand and guided it to his head. His pace stopped and he looked up at Ted, giving him permission. Ted swallowed hard and then, slowly, began pushing into Michael's mouth. He pulled back, until he felt Michael's teeth brushing the bottom of his head and pushed in again. His other hand shakily dropped to Michael's hair, tangling in the soft golden threads and his hips pistoned a little faster, then a little faster still. He rocked into Michael's mouth, into the hard suction and swirling tongue. He pulled out until just the tip rested against Michael's lips, coating them in precome, then snapped in and out. He pushed Michael's head down, down, until he could feel his balls press to his chin, could feel Michael groaning into his pubic hair, could feel his throat working over his dick and Ted's legs shook so much he could barely stand.
"Michael," he panted, fucking the man's mouth like it was the only thing in the world that mattered, "God, Michael- so good, so fucking good. So hot, Michael. Absolutely beautiful." Every time Ted said his name- his voice trembling, sighing, getting caught on the syllables -Michael groaned and Ted said it as many times as possible until lighting crackled through his veins and scattered his senses in blinding white heat.
Ted was vaguely aware that he was- amazingly -still standing, albeit only because he slumped into a corner. Michael gave him one last, almost tender lick before tucking him away. He stood up, licking his lips and straightening Ted's clothes. Then, with dark, intense eyes, he leaned in until he was just inches away. His mouth was red and swollen and shiny and Ted really wanted to lean up and kiss him but didn't know if that would be against some kind of escort rules.
"Wait a few minutes," Michael's voice startled Ted, "before coming back to the table."
Michael went to the mirrored wall, checked his reflection and then, with one last knowing smile, walked out the door.
It took a few minutes for Ted's knees to properly work again and when he made it back to the table he couldn't stop thinking about Michael's mouth, his tongue, the tenderness of his fingers between Ted's legs. And then Michael looked up at him and grinned and Ted had no idea how he was going to get through the rest of the night.
~*~*~*~
Ted really didn't know how he got through the rest of the night as everything after that was a blur. The next thing he knew, he had taken his car keys from the valet and was pulling away from the manor with Michael in the passenger seat.
"So," Ted's voice cracked a little, "am I dropping you off anywhere in particular?"
From the corner of his eye he could see Michael undoing the bowtie from his neck, the natural fall of his knees spreading his legs wide and making Ted's imagination run rampant. "I was actually thinking," he said as his hands kept moving, "we could continue the night at your place."
Was... wait- was that what he was supposed to do? Ted liked having a happy ending to his dates, but the idea of paying for someone that didn't care on some level... But Michael cared, didn't he? It looked like he had fun at the gala or was he just that good of an actor? Ted looked over at him to ask but shut his jaw so quickly he bit his tongue.
Michael's shirt was practically undone entirely, spread open just enough to give Ted a glimpse of one dusky nipple that gave him such an urge to lean over and taste it he gripped knuckle-white at the steering wheel.
Ted cleared his throat and looked resolutely out the windshield. Sort of. If he ignored the way his eyes kept going back to Michael. "I thought Dick said you were only hired until midnight." A quick check at the clock showed it was close to one.
"Ted," Michael said with that same amused, heated smile he had right before he went to his knees in the bathroom, "I'm not a sex worker."
Ted blinked. "What?"
"I work for a companionship only escort agency. We don't sexually service clients."
"But... wait- you- in the bathroom-"
Suddenly Michael was leaning in close, the tips of his fingers just barely brushing against Ted's knee, his leg, up the inside of his thigh like a feather. "You're smart. Sweet. Funny. And you are a damn handsome man. I would've paid to have a date with you."
Ted swallowed tightly, the sound of it echoing hard in his head. "U-Um, I think you need to sit back." He gave a wobbly grin, but hope was shining through. "Don't want to kill the both of us before we get back to my place."
~*~*~*~
Ted managed to park in the garage without incident. Somehow. With Michael occasionally doing long, languid stretches (complete with soft noises) in the passenger seat and his fingers teasing Ted's neck, ear, tugging at the little curls of hair at the back of his neck, Ted really had no idea how he managed it. Especially when Michael reached over to undo Ted's tie. Then the first button of his shirt. Then the second. And third. The fact that they didn't crash was enough to make Ted reconsider the possibility of a higher being.
Even before Ted turned off the car Michael was already pulling Ted's shirt from his trousers. His palms were large and hot against Ted's skin, pushing up and up until the seatbelt got in the way. "You," he panted, "are going to kill me."
Michael laughed. "I don't think you have the right to say that to me."
"What do you mean?"
A hot breath and wet lips brushed Ted's ear. "I've been hard for you since we danced."
Automatically Ted's eyes dropped to Michael's lap where no telltale bulge was. "You hide it well."
Michael sat back with a smirk, unbuckling the seat belt, undoing the last two buttons on his shirt and untucking it from his pants. There, just barely visible behind the belt, was the head of Michael's cock. Ted's jaw dropped and he very nearly lunged across the car, wanting to suckle the tip, to taste leather and skin and precome. Instead he wrestled his own seatbelt off and said shortly, "Out of the car."
The elevator ride was torture. Michael's eyes were hot and hungry on Ted the entire time and Ted wanted to push the shirt and jacket from Michael's body and claim every inch of skin possible. They hadn't gone the three short yards to the door of Ted's apartment before he was already stripping from his clothes. He fumbled with the lock, shoved the door open and managed to get out, "Bedroom is down-" before Michael spun him around and pinned him to the wall.
"Now," he growled, tongue hot and teeth sharp at Ted's neck.
Ted shuddered and tilted his head back. "Hallway is good."
They struggled out of their clothes and Michael was just as frantic and uncoordinated as Ted was and that just made him even harder. They kicked off their shoes- probably leaving marks on the off-white walls that someone was going to probably complain about -and pants and underwear and then Michael was between Ted's legs, rolling their hips together. The short, chipped nails of Ted's fingers bit into Michael's back, hard muscles flexing against his palm and Ted let himself cry out unrestrained. His apartment took up half the floor and if that didn't give him the right to be as loud as he damn well wanted to be, he didn't know what did.
He wedged a hand between them, wanting to feel Michael's cock in his hand, thumbing the head, wrapping their dicks together and stroking. His other hand went to Michael's ass, tight and pert in his palm as he massaged it, fingers brushing down the crease.
Sloppy kisses rained down on the side of Ted's face, over his neck and shoulders as Michael slammed him into the wall so hard he started sobbing with pleasure. "More. Want more, Michael. Want everything."
They weren't close enough. They were practically as close as humanly possible but it still wasn't enough. Ted hooked his leg over the crook of Michael's arm and that... that was...
"Oh god," Michael groaned as he thrusted against Ted. "Just when I think you can't get anymore amazing, you're flexible."
Ted gave a lopsided grin. "And this is without a warm-up."
Michael claimed his mouth in a brutal, searing kiss that made Ted want to give him anything and everything. He caught Ted's other leg as it came up and the new angle had Ted shouting into the dark, begging and praying and wanting Michael to never, ever stop. Ted clung to Michael's shoulders as he sucked a bruise into Ted's neck, grinding themselves together until Ted was certain he could taste Michael under his skin.
Then Michael gasped into his neck and heat splashed over Ted's chest and belly and knowing that Michael came because of him, that he was there because he wanted Ted and held him so effortlessly against the wall and that his seed was so deliciously hot against his skin set Ted off. He arched his back hard, supported entirely by Michael and crying out his name.
They sank to the floor, Ted's legs still hook over his elbows, Michael's face still pressed against his neck. They shivered and unwound, not willing to let the other go just yet.
With a shaking hand, Ted brushed back Michael's bangs and tenderly kissed his temple. "Bedroom now?"
Michael looked at him, eyes almost glowing in the dark and promising more to come. "Bedroom now."
~*~*~*~
Ted woke up sore as hell and absolutely happy about that. Judging from the sun at the foot of his bed it had to have been mid to late afternoon and a tousled blonde head was resting comfortably on his shoulder, arm draped over his waist. Ted couldn't remember the last time he felt this good. He brushed Michael's hair away from where it was tickling his collarbone and away from Michael's face. It was just so easy being with the other man and Ted would've been disturbed if the revelation didn't put some bubbly, giddy feeling in his chest.
He ran his fingers through Michael's hair again then let his thumb stroke down high cheekbones, strong jaw and the soft part of lips that immediately sucked the pad in for a soft kiss. Michael's eyes opened and he gave a small, content smile. "Morning."
"Afternoon," Ted replied with his own smile.
The two just stared at each other, neither knowing what to say or wanting to disturb the moment. It was, as far as Ted was concerned, the most perfect morning/afternoon there could ever be. He craned his head down, intent on pressing a kiss to Michael's forehead but the other man met him halfway, sighing softly into Ted's lips.
Ted pulled back, just enough to look into Michael's face without going cross-eyed. "Last night..."
"Hm?"
"When you said you would've paid to have a date with me."
Michael looked up through his lashes and even through the glaze of warm contentment Ted could see part of him on guard and patiently waiting. "Yeah?"
"Was there a possibility for a non-monetary second date in there somewhere?"
Michael's face transformed when he smiled- really smiled -and Ted didn't think he could ever get enough of seeing that. "Well, I don't know," he rolled his hips deliberately and Ted was pleased to find Michael was just as hard as he was, "does the morning after count as a second date?"
"If it does, could there be a third date?"
A soft, tender kiss was pressed to Ted's chin. "Personally I was hoping for as many dates as we could possibly get."
"Oh, good." Ted rolled Michael onto his back. "I was hoping for the same thing."
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Date: 2011-01-26 01:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-26 02:22 am (UTC)I WANT TO LIE IN A SPECIAL MEADOW AND STARE UP AT THE CLOUDS WITH THIS FIC. <333333
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Date: 2011-01-26 07:58 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-01-26 03:07 am (UTC)This is perfect. I mean you managed to write an awesome story about these two, while letting other characters cameo in believable bits.
And then there was the BJ and sex...GUH.....*systems rebooting*
So uh, yeah, great job. *goes to reread*
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Date: 2011-01-27 03:21 am (UTC)For the awesome
That this was