ajremix | [drabble][DCU, Ted, Booster, PG-13] Tie-d Up

Title: Tie-d Up
Fandom: DCU
Rating: PG-13, possibly light R
Word Count: 526
Characters: Booster, Ted
Summary: Ted has hideous ties. Booster makes them useful.

Ted liked ties. He didn’t particularly like having to wear the suits that went with them, but he liked ties because there were just so many options with them. Large, skinny, short, plain, patterned- he probably had more ties than Bea had shoes. And he categorized them. Not into any real categorizing like ‘these are the bright colors, these are neutral colors, these have stripes, these are seasonal, etc, etc’. No, Ted’s ties were more nonsensical (to anyone that wasn’t him, of course). His categories were ‘these are fun, these are silly, these are for ‘blah’ days, these are suave designs’. Of course, let it be known that Ted’s sense of style was radically different than most. He was aware of this and had, in fact, a category of ties he liked to call the ‘what the hell, Ted’ ties. Named because they always got his favorite tie-related reaction out of Booster- the nominal ‘What the hell, Ted?’ reaction. Ted loved those ties simply because he loved Booster’s reaction- never failed to cheer him up.

Ted wasn’t too sure how he felt about Booster using his ‘what the hell, Ted’ ties to, well, tie him up, but turned on was a viable option. He was on his knees, naked, a Hawaiian print tie wrapping his right wrist to his right ankle, an Argyll tie wrapping his left wrist and ankle together. A florescent green and purple one hung loosely around his neck- that is, until Booster reached down and tightened it so it lay properly against Ted’s collarbone. Humming in approval, Booster continued to pace around Ted, examining the collection of ties, figuring out his next move.

Oh yeah, Ted was definitely turned on by this now. He squirmed a little, trying to rub himself off a little in anticipation. “Booster,” he couldn’t help a needy whine, “c’mon-“

A tie effectively gagged him and Ted craned his head to the side to get a look at which one it was- a vibrant red and green plaid. Booster smoothed it where it draped over Ted’s shoulder and down his chest and Ted shivered, whimpering slightly.

“Oh, no,” Booster said with a teasing note in his voice that always made Ted jump to do whatever Booster told him to, “you haven’t begun to want it yet.” Ted wanted to refute that, wanted to lean forward with his ass in the air and have Booster take him just like that, but Booster looped a tie around Ted’s cock- the one with the periodic table print, one of Ted’s favorites -and tightened it until Ted moaned, eyelids fluttering at the sensation. Booster’s hands stroked lightly over Ted’s jaw, tracing the tie that gagged him and slide back into Ted’s hair, tugging his head back. The look in Booster’s eyes was of pure heat and mischief. “These ridiculous ties of yours have a long way to go before they can make up for being such eyesores.”

And even if Ted would’ve normally argued that they indeed served a purpose (and that purpose was to be eyesores), even if Ted could talk, the only thing he’d say would have been ‘yes, please!’