ajremix | [fic][DCU, Ted, Booster, Scott, Tora, NC-17] Under Your Skin

Title: Under Your Skin
Fandom: DCU
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2807
Characters: Ted, Booster, brief showings by Scott and Tora
Summary: Sort-of sequel to There for the View. Matchmaking is an exemplary use of teamwork.

It felt like being hit by a veritable wall of noise (and, in Booster's short career as a superhero, he knew what that felt like) as he stepped inside the club and wondered, not for the first time, why exactly he was there. Because Tora had asked, actually, and it wasn't like Booster had anything better to do on a Friday night as his stint on monitor duty ended at 10 which was too early to go to bed and no one but J'onn and Guy were still at the embassy. He supposed being in a noisy club with Tora and Bea was better than being alone and wondering where Ted had gone. If nothing else, maybe Booster could find someone to take his mind off auburn haired men in bug costumes for a few hours.

He sighed heavily and wondered how he was supposed to find the girls when someone tapped his shoulder and asked, "Need a drink?" Booster turned and found, of all people, Scott grinning at him. The taller man looked around, then back at the escape artist with the question clearly on his face. "Not Barda's scene."

"She let you come anyway?" Booster asked- practically shouted, actually.

Scott just laughed, "She's not a jailer, you know. I'll just make it up to her later." Wordlessly he took Booster by the arm and led him to a little corner by the bar where the music wasn't so ear-splittingly loud. He waved at the bartender and promptly two glasses of something was in front of them. Booster had to wonder where Scott learned to order drinks at a dance club so effectively.

Booster took a sip of his drink and was surprised at the creaminess of it. He leaned over and asked, "What are you doing here, anyway? I thought it was just supposed to be a girls' night out!"

"Then what are you doing here?"

That was a good question. "Uh, I guess they changed their minds?"

"Must have- everyone but J'onn, Max and Guy are here! Well, and Bats but no one would expect him to come anyway."

A bell was ringing in Booster's head. "Everyone? Wait, so Ted's here too?"

Scott stood up a bit, peering over the crowd before he grinned and pointed. "Yeah- he's right over there!"

And there indeed was Ted, hands on Bea's hips and laughing as he swayed in close to her. Booster felt his heart shrivel inside his chest. Of course he's with Bea- she'd only been hanging on Ted the way Booster wished he could since she joined the team.. Ted must've finally clued in and gone for it. It wasn't a surprise. It was inevitable. It made Booster want to crawl into a hole and never come out again.

"Is something wrong?"

Booster shot a glance at Scott. Scratch that- he shot a glare at Scott because he knew how he felt about Ted and he pointed out the dancing couple like it was no big deal. Like it wouldn't rip Booster's heart out and stomp it in time to the music. "Of course not," he said bitterly, "I'm sure they'll be very happy together."

And even if Ted was happy with Bea, Booster couldn't stop aching at the way Ted moved, the undulation of his body, the roll of his hips, the way he leaned in close to be heard and Booster had never wanted to hate anyone the way he wanted to hate Bea at that moment.

"Wait, wait," Scott said incredulously, breaking into Booster's dark mood. "You... you think they're... Oh, High Father- you both can't possibly be this dense!"

"What're you talking about?"

Instead of answering, Scott just looked into the crowd and waved. Suddenly Tora was standing in front of them.

"Hello, Booster," she smiled prettily under the flashing lights and Booster couldn't help smiling a little back. "Would you like to dance?"

"Um-"

"Yes," Scott took Booster's drink and shoved him off the stool, "he would."

And, before Booster could protest, he was swallowed up in the crowd. If it wasn't for the fact Tora had a hold of his arm, he probably would've lost her. She turned and began to bounce to the music, forcing Booster to follow her lead. "You look a little confused!"

"I think Scott's had too much of... whatever it was he's had!"

"Screaming Orgasms!"

Booster stopped mid-sway, "What?"

"Ted gave it to him!"

"WHAT??"

Tora paused and realized he didn't actually know what she was talking about. "The drink- that's what it's called. A Screaming Orgasm."

Booster's head swam. "O-Oh..."

She laughed, hands light on Booster's arms. "You're so silly!" Booster laughed weakly back, equilibrium seemingly permanently off-kilter tonight.

Against all of Booster's assumptions, Tora moved like a dream on the dance floor among the crowd. She gave herself over to the music, not giving a second thought to those around her and Booster would've been shocked, would've been fascinated at the fact that his otherwise mild-mannered teammate was so at home in a dance club but... his attention kept sliding away. It darted from one faceless stranger to the next, kept finding patches of blue or curled hair that would make Booster's heart cinch. Booster didn't think he could face Ted while he was in the arms of Bea, but at the same time he couldn't stop thinking about him, hoping maybe Booster was as wrong about them as he was about Tora.

But neither Ted nor Bea were anywhere to be found. Booster bit his lip, afraid of what that might mean.

There was a flash of green and suddenly Booster was being twirled around. Right into Ted's arms. Under the cycling lights, Ted's eyes were still impossibly blue and lit up with that smile that always made Booster think his legs were going to give out on him. "Booster! I didn't know you were coming!"

Booster was so very glad he decided to because now that he was right there next to Ted, he could see someone had given him proper attire. His shirt shimmered under the light, loose enough for someone who occasionally edged into body conscious but the material still clung teasingly to his torso in ways that made Booster forget he'd already seen the other man half naked countless times before.

A finger prodded him in the side, making him jump. "Booster?"

"Sorry- couldn't hear you!" Booster mentally congratulated himself for an excuse that could justify stepping in closer to Ted, leaning in so he could smell sweat, heat, cologne and something that was just pure Ted. Booster wanted to tuck his face against Ted's neck and just breathe him in.

"I said when did you get here!"

"A few minutes ago! I was with Scott and Tora!" A thought hit him, "I didn't know you liked dance clubs!"

Ted shrugged. "Eh- once a blue moon, ya know?"

Someone jostled them and an elbow dug into Booster's back. It made Booster suddenly realize that his hands were still on Ted's arms and that Ted's were still on Booster's hips and they were close enough that Booster could feel the music vibrating between them. Ted must have realized that too because his eyes had suddenly gone huge as he looked up at Booster.

Neither of them moved away.

It... It couldn't be possible. Booster licked at his dry lips and saw Ted's eyes flicker to the movement, saw his mouth part just slightly. It couldn't be... but...

Very cautiously, Booster swayed a bit and felt their legs brushing together. Under the multitude of colors, Ted's face seemed to flush and his hands tightened almost imperceptibly against Booster's hips. And then he began swaying.

Despite the thumping bass the two moved slowly together. Tentative, afraid that something would come along and break the moment. At some point legs slid between each other, arms wrapped more comfortably and Booster could feel the frantic pace of Ted's heart through the press of their chests.

A hand curled over the back of Booster's neck, carding against the short hairs there. Ted gave a brief grin. "Just go with it?" If it wasn't for the uncertainty hanging at the end of that statement, Booster would've almost believed that it was like any other time Ted talked Booster into something that would inevitably get them into trouble. Except that there were lips tentative on his and Booster whimpered, pressing insistently into them. Ted's tongue dragged over the crease of his mouth and Booster eagerly opened up, drowning in relief and Ted's taste. He had to close his eyes to keep the moment from overwhelming him, to block out the music and crowd and flashing lights and focus on the feel of Ted in his arms, kissing him.

"God," Ted whispered against his lips and Booster didn't know how he heard Ted over the driving beat or the pulse in his ears but that voice breathless and needy made his heart flip, "have you wanted this as long as I have?"

Booster swallowed hard, "Um- that depends on if your answer is 'always'..."

Ted's mouth was hard on his again, teeth and tongue and hands clutching desperately at his clothes. "We need to get outta here."

"We do?"

"Yes. Because I could've had you since the beginning and I am not waiting another minute to."

Booster was so incredibly glad he thought to wear his flight ring because he couldn't wait to flag down a taxi. As he and Ted herded each other toward the exit, Booster hesitated and asked, "What about the others?"

Ted smiled ironically, "Somehow, I think they'll know what we're up to."

That was probably very true and for the first time, as Booster grabbed Ted close to fly out of the alley they ducked into, Booster didn't worry about Ted finding out how much he loved holding him. In fact, as Ted gave him a wicked little grin, Booster couldn't help wondering if Ted liked it as much as he did.

"I think we should consider security a little bit more," he said impishly. Just before he clamped his legs around Booster's waist and deliberately ground against his crotch.

Oh yeah. Ted definitely liked it and had definitely made it even better.

They shot up into the air, high above the city and once Booster was certain they were indiscernible flecks in the sky, he flipped them over so that gravity was pressing Ted down on him, so he could rock against Booster's erection and kiss his jaw and undo the buttons of Booster's shirt without any trouble. Booster's hands were restless over Ted's hips, his back, burying into the curls of his hair as Ted leaned forward and sucked Booster's tongue.

"Ungh," he whimpered, never wanting to not be kissing Ted again. "Bea didn't slip you a roofie, did she?"

Ted laughed, his breath warm against Booster's throat even as his lips left a wet trail that made Booster's skin hypersensitive in the night chill. "Two bottled beers- I'm well within my limit. I think you in these obscenely tight pants is aphrodisiac enough."

"But... you never showed any interest in me before."

An amused eyebrow quirked up at him. "Neither did you."

Booster was going to protest that he was seriously and pathetically unsubtle about his attraction but Ted sat up, pulled his shirt over his head and let it flutter out into the night and all memory of words left Booster. Ted just grinned down at him, city lights revealing the aroused flush that went down his chest, dark nipples tight and erect in the wind. He stroked Booster's chest and palmed the bulge of obscenely tight pants that were starting to get painfully tight. Then Ted started stroking himself in tandem and Booster could feel his concentration on his flight ring close to snapping.

He wrapped his arms around Ted, pinning him to his chest and said, "If you don't stop we are seriously going to crash and die."

"That's fine," Ted said conversationally, "I think we passed the embassy anyway."

Booster craned his head down and, sure enough, he recognized the embassy neighborhood about eight blocks the other way. He spun them around, landed them at the door and Ted pushed it open, dragging Booster in behind him by the hand. They came across Guy by the stairs and Ted preemptively interrupted him with a sharp, "Blow it out your ass." He pushed Booster ahead and leered back at Guy, "By the way, you may want to get some earplugs if you don't want hear us."

They left Guy howling in the foyer, Ted herding Booster up the stairs with his hands shamelessly groping Booster's ass, leaving Booster giddy and dizzy and wanting Ted to never stop touching him, to never stop looking at him with eyes dark with want. They stumbled into Ted's room, shucking off their clothes and trying to kiss and feel each other at the same time and when they finally tumbled into the bed they were somehow miraculously naked.

Ted looked down at Booster with his hair a wild tousle and lips shiny-wet. Already there were red marks scattered over his neck and chest and Booster wondered why he ever thought he could properly fantasize just how deliciously beautiful an aroused Ted was. "What do you want, Booster?" His voice was husky with want, hand on Booster's cock and stroking it long and agonizingly slow. "You want me to blow you? Fuck you? You want to fuck me? Or just rut blindly until our minds explode?"

Booster whimpered, unable to think of anything but yes. "All of it- fuck, Ted! Anything, everything, I just want you please!"

A mouth swooped in on his and Ted was mewling into it, clutching at Booster's arms and the idea that Ted wanted it just as badly as Booster ever did solidified in his brain. Their hips snapped together unevenly, trying to find and keep a rhythm but kept losing it because this was actually happening. Precome slicked their bellies and cocks and Booster slid his hand through it, letting it coat his hand so that when he reached back and teased a fingertip against Ted's hole, the older man whimpered and shuddered and let out a breathless 'yes Booster please' into his lips. He pressed in and felt Ted's body clamp hot around him and Booster's toes curled at the sensation. Ted's entire body arced exquisite and filthy as he fucked himself on Booster's finger and Booster wasn't going to last- not if Ted kept looking like that, kept rocking like that-

Ted rolled them onto their sides and when Booster felt a wet finger trace against his own puckered rim he thought Ted was the best genius to ever exist. They found their rhythm then, ragged and desperate though it was- thrusting against each other, fingers pumping in, hips rocking back. Ted's face was tucked against Booster's chest and his free hand gripped Booster's arm hard enough to bruise. "Booster," he whimpered, "fuck, Booster. I'm gonna- Booster oh god," and Ted's entire body shook and stretched taut and came across Booster's stomach and chest and it the was the most beautiful thing Booster had ever seen in his entire life-

Then Ted looked at him, exhausted and sated, and smiled as if Booster was the most amazing thing in the world and Booster came with a sharp cry that echoed throughout his head.

When sense comes back to him, Booster was wrapped in the protective warmth of Ted's arms and nothing had ever felt so perfect as that moment. A handy discarded old shirt was used to clean them up and afterward Booster pressed lazy kisses to whatever part of Ted he could reach, purring at the soft rumble of Ted's chuckle against his cheek.

A thought suddenly hit Booster as he felt Ted draw the covers up and he held out an arm to stop him, pulling them back down and sitting up, wanting to burn this moment into his memory. Ted looked up with a warm, indulgent smile, angling his legs open a little bit more and asked, "See something you like?"

Did he ever. He wanted to stare at Ted forever. Wanted to run his tongue over the creases of his leg, the skin behind his balls and just lose himself in Ted's body. Booster's hand curved up a pale thigh, thumbing the crest of Ted's hip and slide up his sides so Booster could settle against his chest, breathe him in deeply and pray he never woke up from this dream. The covers came up again, settling over them both and Ted's arms wrapped Booster tightly to him. A kiss was pressed against Booster's hair, "Night, buddy."

Booster smiled and snuggled as closely as he could. "Night."