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ajremixSo as I'm in the midst of drifting off to sleep sometime around 1 AM I get this idea that hits me so hard it yanks me out of bed, to the floor where it makes me grope at the floor for a discarded pencil and notebook so I can scribble it out. I am being very literal about this. This 'verse also just as literally woke me up to a porn-ish sequel to the sequel, but that is for another post (whenever that installment gets finished).
Title: There for the View
Fandom: DCU
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 430
Characters: Booster, Ted, Scott
Summary: Sequel to The Art of Bondage. Scott really is helpful.
Booster was, officially, pathetic. Actually he probably hit officially pathetic some time ago but now he was officially officially pathetic. It was the only way to explain why he was in the hangar watching Ted working on the team transport. To be more specific, watching him bend over some part of the team transport that Booster wasn't paying any attention to because Ted was bending over. The world could be in the middle of an invasion of quantum brain-sucking butterflies and he wouldn't notice because Ted's tight ass was right in front of him, flexing as his weight shifted. And Booster just watched, biting the inside of his lip and keeping his arms resolutely crossed to keep from giving into the temptation of reaching out, grabbing, caressing, rocking his hips into that pert, supple form that Booster had dreamt of holding, nipping, tracing his tongue down the crease-
"It'll probably be easier if you just tell him."
Booster nearly jumped out of his skin. "Scott! Jeez- give a guy a heart attack!"
"Sorry," he didn't look particularly contrite, just smiled privately. "But seriously- tell him."
Booster could feel his cheeks slowly burning red. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Ted, if you really want me to spell it out for you. It's obvious you're attracted to him." Scott gave him a dry, significant look. "Embarrassingly obvious."
"Yeah, well... if that's true then Ted clearly isn't interested, then," came the half bitter, half hopeless reply.
"Not necessarily. He could just be really dense."
"Or he could be trying to spare me the humiliation and hope I take the hint."
"But you haven't yet, have you?"
Booster gave him a sharp look. Scott just smiled that private smile again. Then he called out, "Hey, Ted! How's it coming?"
Ted popped up from the ship, a strip of grease going down his nose that Booster thought was unfairly adorable. "Almost done installing the last belt. What's up?"
"I need to run some updates on our security. Would you mind washing the ship when you're done?"
Booster started, gaping at Scott with wide eyes and mouth. Ted just scratched his head. "Wash?"
"You know. Soap? Water? Booster, you think you could spare some time and help him?"
Booster managed to rally himself enough to say almost smoothly, "Well, I don't have much else to do right now..."
Ted shrugged. "Yeah, okay."
"Great, thanks guys!" Scott said with a brilliant grin. After Ted turned back to his work, Scott said lowly to Booster, "You take my monitor duty Friday night and we're even."
"Deal."
Title: There for the View
Fandom: DCU
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 430
Characters: Booster, Ted, Scott
Summary: Sequel to The Art of Bondage. Scott really is helpful.
Booster was, officially, pathetic. Actually he probably hit officially pathetic some time ago but now he was officially officially pathetic. It was the only way to explain why he was in the hangar watching Ted working on the team transport. To be more specific, watching him bend over some part of the team transport that Booster wasn't paying any attention to because Ted was bending over. The world could be in the middle of an invasion of quantum brain-sucking butterflies and he wouldn't notice because Ted's tight ass was right in front of him, flexing as his weight shifted. And Booster just watched, biting the inside of his lip and keeping his arms resolutely crossed to keep from giving into the temptation of reaching out, grabbing, caressing, rocking his hips into that pert, supple form that Booster had dreamt of holding, nipping, tracing his tongue down the crease-
"It'll probably be easier if you just tell him."
Booster nearly jumped out of his skin. "Scott! Jeez- give a guy a heart attack!"
"Sorry," he didn't look particularly contrite, just smiled privately. "But seriously- tell him."
Booster could feel his cheeks slowly burning red. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Ted, if you really want me to spell it out for you. It's obvious you're attracted to him." Scott gave him a dry, significant look. "Embarrassingly obvious."
"Yeah, well... if that's true then Ted clearly isn't interested, then," came the half bitter, half hopeless reply.
"Not necessarily. He could just be really dense."
"Or he could be trying to spare me the humiliation and hope I take the hint."
"But you haven't yet, have you?"
Booster gave him a sharp look. Scott just smiled that private smile again. Then he called out, "Hey, Ted! How's it coming?"
Ted popped up from the ship, a strip of grease going down his nose that Booster thought was unfairly adorable. "Almost done installing the last belt. What's up?"
"I need to run some updates on our security. Would you mind washing the ship when you're done?"
Booster started, gaping at Scott with wide eyes and mouth. Ted just scratched his head. "Wash?"
"You know. Soap? Water? Booster, you think you could spare some time and help him?"
Booster managed to rally himself enough to say almost smoothly, "Well, I don't have much else to do right now..."
Ted shrugged. "Yeah, okay."
"Great, thanks guys!" Scott said with a brilliant grin. After Ted turned back to his work, Scott said lowly to Booster, "You take my monitor duty Friday night and we're even."
"Deal."
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Date: 2011-04-20 03:51 am (UTC)You realize I'm going to keep prodding you for endless sequels to this, right? Just checking. <3
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