[fic][DCU, Ted, Booster, R] Camera Shy
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ajremixOver a month without any serious writing? What the hell, me? Actually I think I may have one or two other things I never got around to posting, not to mention a re-post I need to get to. But tomorrow is ass-crack-of-dawn class so we'll see what my mental state is after that!
Title: Camera Shy
Fandom: DCU
Rating: R
Word Count: 1693
Characters: Ted, Booster
In Response to: tlana, "Ted has some standards, you know. Booster did spend a whole night begging to use a camcorder, but he never got anywhere with that argument."
Summary: Booster has a brilliant idea. Which obviously means it won't work out.
Booster had an idea. It was a great idea. It was the best idea he ever came up with and had spent a whole two hours refining and setting it up. So it wasn't a very complex idea but that didn't keep it from being an awesome one!
He was so excited to pull it off he may have jumped the gun a bit by pouncing on Ted the moment he opened the door instead of waiting like he meant. Ted didn't seem to much mind the ambush- not from the way he was kissing back and how his hands were already under Booster's shirt.
Pulling back from the kiss, Ted looked appropriately rumpled and intrigued. "Okay," he said, pushing Booster further into the hallway, "nice to see you, too."
"Missed you." Then Booster swooped in again and rubbed himself against a conveniently placed hip.
"Mmm, I can tell." Ted canted his hips and Booster could feel him responding. And while it was so tempting to go at it in the hallway (and it had been a while, now that Booster thought about it), Booster had a plan and that meant getting into the bedroom.
So he gave Ted one final, delving kiss that left them both whimpering and flushed before pulling back, grabbing Ted's wrist. "C'mon," he said, pulling him toward the bedroom with a hungry look. This was going to be the best. Thing. Ever.
Once in the bedroom Booster pushed Ted onto the bed. Ted stretched out, eyes locked onto Booster's and asked, "How do you want me?"
Booster had to reach down and squeeze himself, momentarily overtaken by how delicious Ted looked. "Just like that..." He climbed on, reaching toward the nightstand to pull the lube a little further in reach and to surreptitiously push record on the remote for the camcorder set up in the corner. He leaned down, body flushed full length against Ted's and kissed the man gently, desperately, with the kind of intensity that left Ted's hand shaking in Booster's hair.
With practiced ease Ted's tie was tugged off and hands began working at the buttons of his shirt and every inch of skin revealed was peppered with kisses. Booster pulled the shirt out of Ted's slacks, pushing them down Ted's arms and tracing down the curves of muscle with teeth and tongue. Completely overwhelmed Ted could only moan and hum and whisper for more and when Booster dragged their hips together Ted cried out.
Booster did it again just to see Ted's eyes flutter close and his head arch back. "God, I love when you beg."
"Booster," Ted pulled him down for another kiss, broken only when he pulled Booster's shirt off. "I need you so badly..."
He had wanted this to last but seeing Ted laid out before him, half naked and flushed, hips pulsing minutely into the air, Booster couldn't blame himself for just wanting to sink into Ted and make him cum screaming. He tugged Ted's slacks and boxers off in one go and groaned at the sight of him.
Booster licked his lips, wanting to taste him all over. "You're perfect, you know that?"
"You say that just to get into my pants."
"I say that to get you out of your pants." Booster leaned back on his knees, wiggling out of his own sweats, fully erect and the first bead of precum dripping down the head. Ted eyed it hungrily, his own legs spread and bent.
Booster grabbed the lube and glanced at the camera to make sure they were properly in the shot. Ted must've noticed it too because when Booster turned back, a palm smooshed into his face.
"What the hell is that?" Ted practically shrieked- as if it were some horrific monster and not an over-the-counter camera.
"It's a camcorder," Booster replied, eyes stinging as he tried to massage the pain from his nose, "nothing special."
"Not special?" Apparently Ted wasn't done abusing Booster because he roughly shoved the other man aside and scrambled under the covers, looking at the camcorder as if it was going to attack at any moment. "What is it doing in the bedroom? On?"
"So it can record us? You know- what it was made to do?"
Ted glared, covers pulled up to his chin. "You were going to record us having sex."
"Yeah."
"Without asking me first."
"Well..." Booster paused, unable to deny the validity of that statement. "When you put it that way-"
"Not happening."
"Aw- why not?"
"Because I don't want to be taped having sex!"
"Teeeed," Booster whined, curling up to Ted's side and attempting to wrap his arms around the man.
"No, Booster."
"Just this once!"
"No."
"Please? Don't you think it would be hot being able to watch me fuck you on the big screen?"
"No!"
Booster paused, not at all expecting that. "You really don't?"
"I really, really don't."
He thought for a moment. "What about you fucking me?"
Ted sighed and ducked his head under the sheet, "Not much of a difference, Booster."
"What about me sucking you off?"
"No, Booster! No sex tape!"
Booster was dumbfounded. Ted had never turned down a blowjob before. "I know you don't have any issues with porn, so why the-"
"Because I don't want to be recorded, okay?"
"Oh- you'll let Barbara invade your house and office with surveillance gear but you won't let me set up one little camcorder?"
That got Ted to pop his head out of the covers again, but he was glaring. "Don't bring Babs into this."
"Yeah?" Booster gave the look of the domestically reckless, "And why not?"
"Because your chances of getting laid tonight has just taken a nose dive."
"C'mon, Ted!"
"No, Booster!" The man got out of bed, snatched a bathrobe from off the floor and stalked out of the bedroom, wrapping himself up as he went. "I'm not an exhibitionist! I have enough body issues; I really don't want to see what I look like having sex or worry about someone getting a hold of that recording!"
Booster trailed after, "One- why do you think anyone other than me would be interested in watching a tape of you having sex, and two- you still have Barbara's cameras and we have sex in here all the time!"
From the way Ted's head moved Booster could tell he was rolling his eyes, "One- you're a well known superhero who makes no move to hide your identity and I'm the founder of a global R&D company. That's enough reason for tabloids and everyone that keeps tabloids in business to be interested. Two," he said, reaching the sofa and turning to Booster with his arms crossed tight over his chest, "the surveillance that's in here and work is for keeping track of my vital signs and they'll alert the Clocktower if there's any life threatening changes. There are no microphones and only five actual cameras that have been installed- two in my office, one above the front door here, one in the bedroom and one in the living room."
Booster wasn't impressed, "And we've had sex in those places so..."
"The one above the door is on the outside. The one in the bedroom barely covers a quarter of the room. Just the door, the door to the bathroom and my end of the bed which is why, when we have sex, it's always on your side. And every time we have sex here," Ted emphasized the word with a slap to the couch cushion, "it's on that end of the sofa," emphasized with a sharp point of a finger, "because I know it's outside of the camera's visual range. And just like at the office, I've always made sure we're in a blind spot. Are you seeing a pattern yet, Booster? I don't. Want. My sex life. Recorded. End of discussion."
That kind of took the metaphorical wind out of Booster's argument. He took a breath to say something, couldn't figure out what to say and slowly let the air out in an audible woosh. "So, um," he fished around, "does Barbara know about this?"
That got him a raised eyebrow, "Uh, yeah. She can look at the cameras and notice those blind spots at any time."
"She's alright with it?"
"It's not like she installed all this equipment without asking me first, you know. We made an agreement and she understands how much of my privacy I'm comfortable with her invading."
"...you never told me any of that," Booster said, stepping in with a little pout.
"You thought there were cameras covering all angles of the house and you still walked around naked any chance you got so don't try pulling that card on me."
"I didn't know you were that... that shy about your body."
Ted sighed, "Yeah. That's why the only person that can change into costume faster than me is Wally."
Booster shrugged a little, now only a step away from Ted. "Don't know why you're so self-conscious. I think you look amazing." He reached out and gently toyed with the bathrobe's belt. He looked at Ted through his lashes and smiled softly. "But you are cute when you're being neurotic."
The following snort was more laughter than exasperation. "You do not get turned on by my neuroticism."
"Maybe, maybe not." Booster took that last step in, bumping his nose lightly against Ted's cheek. "But I love you and everything about you. Even when I don't get what I want."
He could practically see Ted damning his susceptibility to Booster's charm even as his resistance melted. His lips twitched into a smile and arms uncrossed enough to rest against Booster's sides. "Shameless," he said, breath light against the taller man's chin, "hopeless."
"Only for you," and he kissed Ted softly, letting himself be drawn in by warm arms and a talented tongue. Booster didn't forget about the camcorder, even as they settled against the couch and deep into each other, but he figured it would be something he'd have to gradually work Ted towards. Maybe in a couple months he'll ask how Ted felt about photography...
Title: Camera Shy
Fandom: DCU
Rating: R
Word Count: 1693
Characters: Ted, Booster
In Response to: tlana, "Ted has some standards, you know. Booster did spend a whole night begging to use a camcorder, but he never got anywhere with that argument."
Summary: Booster has a brilliant idea. Which obviously means it won't work out.
Booster had an idea. It was a great idea. It was the best idea he ever came up with and had spent a whole two hours refining and setting it up. So it wasn't a very complex idea but that didn't keep it from being an awesome one!
He was so excited to pull it off he may have jumped the gun a bit by pouncing on Ted the moment he opened the door instead of waiting like he meant. Ted didn't seem to much mind the ambush- not from the way he was kissing back and how his hands were already under Booster's shirt.
Pulling back from the kiss, Ted looked appropriately rumpled and intrigued. "Okay," he said, pushing Booster further into the hallway, "nice to see you, too."
"Missed you." Then Booster swooped in again and rubbed himself against a conveniently placed hip.
"Mmm, I can tell." Ted canted his hips and Booster could feel him responding. And while it was so tempting to go at it in the hallway (and it had been a while, now that Booster thought about it), Booster had a plan and that meant getting into the bedroom.
So he gave Ted one final, delving kiss that left them both whimpering and flushed before pulling back, grabbing Ted's wrist. "C'mon," he said, pulling him toward the bedroom with a hungry look. This was going to be the best. Thing. Ever.
Once in the bedroom Booster pushed Ted onto the bed. Ted stretched out, eyes locked onto Booster's and asked, "How do you want me?"
Booster had to reach down and squeeze himself, momentarily overtaken by how delicious Ted looked. "Just like that..." He climbed on, reaching toward the nightstand to pull the lube a little further in reach and to surreptitiously push record on the remote for the camcorder set up in the corner. He leaned down, body flushed full length against Ted's and kissed the man gently, desperately, with the kind of intensity that left Ted's hand shaking in Booster's hair.
With practiced ease Ted's tie was tugged off and hands began working at the buttons of his shirt and every inch of skin revealed was peppered with kisses. Booster pulled the shirt out of Ted's slacks, pushing them down Ted's arms and tracing down the curves of muscle with teeth and tongue. Completely overwhelmed Ted could only moan and hum and whisper for more and when Booster dragged their hips together Ted cried out.
Booster did it again just to see Ted's eyes flutter close and his head arch back. "God, I love when you beg."
"Booster," Ted pulled him down for another kiss, broken only when he pulled Booster's shirt off. "I need you so badly..."
He had wanted this to last but seeing Ted laid out before him, half naked and flushed, hips pulsing minutely into the air, Booster couldn't blame himself for just wanting to sink into Ted and make him cum screaming. He tugged Ted's slacks and boxers off in one go and groaned at the sight of him.
Booster licked his lips, wanting to taste him all over. "You're perfect, you know that?"
"You say that just to get into my pants."
"I say that to get you out of your pants." Booster leaned back on his knees, wiggling out of his own sweats, fully erect and the first bead of precum dripping down the head. Ted eyed it hungrily, his own legs spread and bent.
Booster grabbed the lube and glanced at the camera to make sure they were properly in the shot. Ted must've noticed it too because when Booster turned back, a palm smooshed into his face.
"What the hell is that?" Ted practically shrieked- as if it were some horrific monster and not an over-the-counter camera.
"It's a camcorder," Booster replied, eyes stinging as he tried to massage the pain from his nose, "nothing special."
"Not special?" Apparently Ted wasn't done abusing Booster because he roughly shoved the other man aside and scrambled under the covers, looking at the camcorder as if it was going to attack at any moment. "What is it doing in the bedroom? On?"
"So it can record us? You know- what it was made to do?"
Ted glared, covers pulled up to his chin. "You were going to record us having sex."
"Yeah."
"Without asking me first."
"Well..." Booster paused, unable to deny the validity of that statement. "When you put it that way-"
"Not happening."
"Aw- why not?"
"Because I don't want to be taped having sex!"
"Teeeed," Booster whined, curling up to Ted's side and attempting to wrap his arms around the man.
"No, Booster."
"Just this once!"
"No."
"Please? Don't you think it would be hot being able to watch me fuck you on the big screen?"
"No!"
Booster paused, not at all expecting that. "You really don't?"
"I really, really don't."
He thought for a moment. "What about you fucking me?"
Ted sighed and ducked his head under the sheet, "Not much of a difference, Booster."
"What about me sucking you off?"
"No, Booster! No sex tape!"
Booster was dumbfounded. Ted had never turned down a blowjob before. "I know you don't have any issues with porn, so why the-"
"Because I don't want to be recorded, okay?"
"Oh- you'll let Barbara invade your house and office with surveillance gear but you won't let me set up one little camcorder?"
That got Ted to pop his head out of the covers again, but he was glaring. "Don't bring Babs into this."
"Yeah?" Booster gave the look of the domestically reckless, "And why not?"
"Because your chances of getting laid tonight has just taken a nose dive."
"C'mon, Ted!"
"No, Booster!" The man got out of bed, snatched a bathrobe from off the floor and stalked out of the bedroom, wrapping himself up as he went. "I'm not an exhibitionist! I have enough body issues; I really don't want to see what I look like having sex or worry about someone getting a hold of that recording!"
Booster trailed after, "One- why do you think anyone other than me would be interested in watching a tape of you having sex, and two- you still have Barbara's cameras and we have sex in here all the time!"
From the way Ted's head moved Booster could tell he was rolling his eyes, "One- you're a well known superhero who makes no move to hide your identity and I'm the founder of a global R&D company. That's enough reason for tabloids and everyone that keeps tabloids in business to be interested. Two," he said, reaching the sofa and turning to Booster with his arms crossed tight over his chest, "the surveillance that's in here and work is for keeping track of my vital signs and they'll alert the Clocktower if there's any life threatening changes. There are no microphones and only five actual cameras that have been installed- two in my office, one above the front door here, one in the bedroom and one in the living room."
Booster wasn't impressed, "And we've had sex in those places so..."
"The one above the door is on the outside. The one in the bedroom barely covers a quarter of the room. Just the door, the door to the bathroom and my end of the bed which is why, when we have sex, it's always on your side. And every time we have sex here," Ted emphasized the word with a slap to the couch cushion, "it's on that end of the sofa," emphasized with a sharp point of a finger, "because I know it's outside of the camera's visual range. And just like at the office, I've always made sure we're in a blind spot. Are you seeing a pattern yet, Booster? I don't. Want. My sex life. Recorded. End of discussion."
That kind of took the metaphorical wind out of Booster's argument. He took a breath to say something, couldn't figure out what to say and slowly let the air out in an audible woosh. "So, um," he fished around, "does Barbara know about this?"
That got him a raised eyebrow, "Uh, yeah. She can look at the cameras and notice those blind spots at any time."
"She's alright with it?"
"It's not like she installed all this equipment without asking me first, you know. We made an agreement and she understands how much of my privacy I'm comfortable with her invading."
"...you never told me any of that," Booster said, stepping in with a little pout.
"You thought there were cameras covering all angles of the house and you still walked around naked any chance you got so don't try pulling that card on me."
"I didn't know you were that... that shy about your body."
Ted sighed, "Yeah. That's why the only person that can change into costume faster than me is Wally."
Booster shrugged a little, now only a step away from Ted. "Don't know why you're so self-conscious. I think you look amazing." He reached out and gently toyed with the bathrobe's belt. He looked at Ted through his lashes and smiled softly. "But you are cute when you're being neurotic."
The following snort was more laughter than exasperation. "You do not get turned on by my neuroticism."
"Maybe, maybe not." Booster took that last step in, bumping his nose lightly against Ted's cheek. "But I love you and everything about you. Even when I don't get what I want."
He could practically see Ted damning his susceptibility to Booster's charm even as his resistance melted. His lips twitched into a smile and arms uncrossed enough to rest against Booster's sides. "Shameless," he said, breath light against the taller man's chin, "hopeless."
"Only for you," and he kissed Ted softly, letting himself be drawn in by warm arms and a talented tongue. Booster didn't forget about the camcorder, even as they settled against the couch and deep into each other, but he figured it would be something he'd have to gradually work Ted towards. Maybe in a couple months he'll ask how Ted felt about photography...
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Date: 2011-09-07 08:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-07 03:05 pm (UTC)Also, suuuure Ted, believe Babs never peeks.
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Date: 2011-09-07 03:41 pm (UTC)Quick question: is your Inventor-story still alive?
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