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Hi Ho Boostle Kink Meme, Away! [Jan. 9th, 2010|12:41 am]
All Blue Beetle and Booster Gold, all the time!

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Okay, let’s give this kink meme a shot! Here’s how it’s going to work.

1. Anonymously comment with a pairing and kink/prompt, like “Ted/Booster, rimming,” or “Jaime/Traci, first time,” or “Dan Garrett hookerfic, either Joan or Mike picks him up.” (You know you want that last one. You know it!) If you need inspiration, a handy list of kinks can be found here, or you can just look at my mood icon. Oh, Booster.

2. See a prompt you like? Reply anonymously, with fic or art. Multiple responses are encouraged – the more the merrier!

3. Hooray!


The Rules

- No judging and no flaming. If you don’t like someone’s kink, fine. Ignore it and move on.

- No outing. If you know who someone is, keep it to yourself.

- It doesn’t just have to be Ted/Booster! As long as Booster or a Beetle is involved (yes, you may use Black Beetle), you’re good. So Ted/Babs, Booster/Jay Garrick, Jaime/Jar Jar Binks…it’s all fine. Heck, let’s open it up a bit – Skeets and the other Carters are okay too. (Carters related to Booster – save your Jimmy Carter requests for presidential_kink, politics buffs!)

- You can make multiple requests, but don’t go crazy throwing down requests if there are a ton of unfilled ones. You may also make requests even if you’re not comfortable writing porn yourself, but please don’t be afraid to give writing it a shot. We’re all friends here, and you’re safely anonymous!

- Have fun!
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From: (Anonymous)
2010-01-09 05:35 am (UTC)
Ted/Booster, Booster topping from the bottom.
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2010-01-09 10:13 pm (UTC)
Ted's mouth was hard against Booster's as they fell onto his bed. Exposed skin, and wandering hands and mussed hair. Booster slid a knee between Ted's, angling his hips between Ted's thighs. Ted frowned, and rolled them over, sitting firmly across Booster's hips with a smug look on his face. One that was lost as their mouths met again - Booster's hand on Ted's chin, Ted's hands in Booster's hair, and Booster slowly sliding his way up the bed. He put a hand on Ted's hip, thumbing the skin between the muscle of his stomach and the arc of his hipbone. He let his fingers curl, gripping the flesh as he ground up against Ted. Ted groaned, arching back as Booster ground against him again. Booster loved seeing Ted like this. Loved seeing the muscles in his arms shift as he gripped Booster's shoulders, loved seeing the way he lifted himself up onto his knees so Booster could reach back and press fingers against that sweet opening, press into him.

Ted always had such an honest, unguarded face. Teeth biting into his lower lip as Booster stretched muscle as gently as he could, the flash of a smile to encourage him. His eyes closed, his brows furrowed, and it took everything Booster had in him not to close his own eyes when Ted lowered himself onto Booster's cock. The fight between the urge to lose himself in the way Ted felt, the way Ted could set his body on fire with his clutching hands and his cautious movements and the puffs of his breath over Booster's skin, and the urge to watch with lidded eyes, to take in and savour every shift of muscle, every play of light over skin, every shift and change in Ted's face. As Ted rocked his hips back and forth, his cock dripping precome on the skin below Booster's belly button, his moth hanging open, bottom lip dark and swollen. Booster reached out, pressing the pad of his thumb against Ted's lip, feeling the slick moisture, the flow of his breathing, the gentle sharpness as Ted bit down on the digit. Ted's eyes were open, his pupils blown and his irises impossibly blue. Ted stared down at Booster with a heavy intensity, a hand moving slowly to grasp his own cock. Booster grasped Ted's thigh with his free hand, letting his fingernails drag along the skin. Ted's mouth fell open, a silent noise of approval, and Booster let his hand fall from Ted's mouth, running the damp pad of his thumb down the skin of Ted's neck, a hand on Ted's shoulder, pulling them closer as Ted bucked against Booster and fucked into his own fist.

Ted bit into his lower lip again, his eyes scrunched closed and his eyebrows furrowed, and it always struck Booster as strange that Ted always had this pained look of concentration across his face. Booster always meant to reach up, to rub the furrow away from between Ted's eyebrows, always meant to say something to make Ted's mouth turn up at the corners. But then Ted would be comming, hotness streaking out across Booster's chest and clenching around his cock, and Ted would make these small noises as he hung his head, hid face hidden by the angles and the shadows, and Booster reached out every time, lifting Ted's head with fingers under his chin, wanting to see this part. Wanting to see the look of pain and bliss and sex on Ted's face even as his own hips rocked, even as he grabbed at Ted's hips and Ted grabbed at Booster's shoulders with both his hands, as they grabbed at one another with hungry hands and harsh breaths, Booster's movements frantic and Ted's thighs shaking, and when Booster comes he lets his eyes fall shut, and his body pound against Ted, and lets the hard noises fall from his mouth before falling, suffocating, collapsing, back into Ted's bed. When he breathes he breaths in the smell of sex, of sweat, of Ted's breath. When he opens his eyes, he sees Ted looking back at him. Exhausted, relaxed, intense. Ted shifts, and lays beside Booster. Legs entangled, arms enclosing, bodies sticky with sweat and semen. Ted gazes at Booster with a mildly amazed look on his face, and Booster loves that he's the only one to see it.
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2010-01-09 05:40 am (UTC)
Since that Dan Garrett hookerfic is pretty much a given (YOU ALL KNOW YOU WANT IT, SOMEONE WRITE IT ALREADY) I'm going to request something different: Khaji Da/Jaime. It's pretty much a kink in itself, so go crazy! Bonus points for witty banter and/or Khaji being separate from Jaime, like the "Revenge of the Reach" episode of Brave and the Bold.
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From: (Anonymous)
2010-01-09 08:12 am (UTC)
Yes this.
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2010-01-09 05:43 am (UTC)
Khaji Da/Jaime

Khaji Da starts "malfunctioning" during a mission- in all the sexiest possible ways
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From: (Anonymous)
2010-01-12 07:25 am (UTC)
Did a fill for this! I'm afraid I'm not sure how good it is, and it doesn't quite follow the prompt -- I have difficulty seeing Khaji Da deliberately distracting Jaime that badly in the middle of a mission. But. I tried.

It's set somewhere mid-20s, issue-wise.
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2010-01-09 05:45 am (UTC)
Dan Garret/Ted/Booster, Ted has a thing for tall sexy blonds and Dan and Booster are happy to oblige.
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From: (Anonymous)
2010-01-19 12:00 pm (UTC)

Part 1

Booster is very sure that this is one of the many improper uses of time travel, but he doesn't care. He's sitting in the fourth row of a lecture on archeology, and his attention is firmly fixed on a head in the second row. His best friend. Ted Kord, aged twenty, listening with rapt attention to Dan Garrett. When Booster finally manages to tear his gaze away from Ted, he stares at Dan, sits with his thighs spread wide, his chin on his palm, and a look a beautiful stupidity across his face. He catches Dan's eyes once, and the man fumbles momentarily with his lecture. Booster knows then that this will work. He jumps from lecture to lecture. He enjoys the material, being a history major, and he does his best to build up a rapport with Garrett - staying after class on the days when Ted doesn't, asking questions, leaning too close to peer at books over Dan's shoulder. Dan stutters occasionally, his breathing hitching, and that's all the confirmation that Booster needs.

Avoiding Ted is a kind of torture, almost. It would be easier to insert himself superficially into Ted's life earlier, develop that college-connection that allows for drunken nights and arms over shoulders and jokes told too loud, but the idea twists him up inside. He knows he can't trust himself. Knows that he would eventually grab Ted by the shoulders and tell him to.. to what? Not get shot nearly twenty years from now? No, he sticks to the plan. He talks to Ted after the arch exam, a simple "Wow, I'm glad I revised the lectures on mummification," knowing that Ted will comment that it was certainly different to his other exams. Which leads Booster into a simple "What program are you in? I haven't seen you in any of my other classes," and Ted gives the answer Booster knows he will. Booster comments that he's glad that break is upon them, and asks if Ted has any plans. Ted reveals that he's going to be staying with an uncle, and Booster replies "Well, we'd better have that drink together now then." Ted calls him Jon, because it's what he'd introduced himself as, and Booster's heart pounds in his chest. His hair is cut shorter than Ted will ever see it. He's confident that he won't be remembered.

Dan is at the second closest bar to the campus -the first would no doubt be full of celebrating students- like Booster had known he would be. Ted's face lights up when he sees Dan, and he heads over without prompting. Booster takes the opportunity to buy the first round. After the third round - neither of them will let Dan buy the drinks - he sits too close to Ted, an arm draped across the back of his chair. He stretches his legs out under the table, kicking gently at Dan's feet, kicking again when he moves them. Dan's eyes widen, and Ted is perfectly oblivious and the two of them are part-way drunk. Things go better than Booster expected. Ted asks Dan if being an academic is lonely, since so few of the staff he knows are married. Dan mentions a woman called Joan, and how beautiful she was, and his face softens with the memory.

"So," Booster asks, lifting his hand off Ted's shoulder to flick at his ear, making Ted laugh as duck his head away. "Do you like blonds, or brunettes? You can tell us, since we're not technically you're students any more."

Dan flushes, and doesn't answer. And then Ted - who hadn't been paying attention to the last exchange - mentions that his tiny apartment is nearby, and it's probably quieter there.

Booster has never, ever had any superhero mission run this smoothly.
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2010-01-09 05:49 am (UTC)
Ted/Booster, bondage play, submissive Ted.
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2010-01-11 06:51 am (UTC)

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Ted groaned and rubbed his eyes, sitting back in his office chair. This was quite possibly the worst day of being Ted Kord, businessman he’d ever had, including the time his girlfriend had asked his dad to steal his company out from under him. Day and night, because it was already ten, and he was still at work, the only person left in the building.

“Rough day?”

Ted opened his eyes. Booster was standing in the doorway of his office, a sympathetic smile on his face.

“You have no idea. What are you doing here?”

“Taking you home.”

Ted gestured to the piles of paperwork on his desk, and his computer, though Booster couldn’t see his full inbox from the doorway. “I have stuff to finish. I told you I was going to be working late.”

Booster rolled his eyes, walking towards Ted’s desk. “Oh, please. Like I’m going to let you make yourself crazy pulling another all-nighter. The work will still be here tomorrow.”

“And there’ll be more work on top of it!” Ted protested.

“So delegate.”

“I can’t! I have to do this stuff,” Ted said. “No one else knows how to do it right.”

Booster moved a couple stacks of paperwork aside, ignoring Ted’s squeaks as Booster destroyed his system, and sat down on the desk, facing Ted. “You, my friend, are a control freak.”

“Granted, but that’s not the point.”

“It is so the point!” Booster said. “You need to learn to let other people take charge.”

“Booster, it’s my company, how can I le--mmph!” Ted was cut off as Booster grabbed his tie and hauled him up into a kiss. Ted struggled for a split second, but Booster was an awfully good kisser, and playing along was more fun than protesting.

When Booster finally pulled back, his eyes were dancing with mischief. Ted tried to resist. “That was very nice, but how does it solve my problem?” he asked.

“I told you,” Booster said, and his grip on Ted’s tie was very firm. “You need to let other people take charge.”

Oh. “Booster, I’d really like to do this, but I can’t--mmph.” Ted was cut off by Booster’s kiss for the second time. Booster’s tongue pushed into his mouth, unmistakably possessive, and Ted felt himself giving in.

“Shut up,” Booster told him. “And turn off your computer.”

Dazedly, Ted shut off the monitor and took the phone off the hook, as Booster closed the blinds behind them. Ted started for the office door, to shut it, but Booster grabbed him and kissed him again, forcing him back against the desk. He slipped a leg between Ted’s thighs, grinding up against him, and Ted forgot all about the door.

“Mmm…Booster…” Ted murmured as Booster loosened his tie and started to work on his collar.

Booster glared at him. “Didn’t I tell you to shut up?” he asked.

Ted raised an eyebrow, deliberately insouciant, wanting to see what Booster would do. “Since when have I ever listened to you?” he asked.

“Oh, you’re asking for it,” Booster said. He loosened Ted’s tie further, turned it so that the knot was facing the back, and lifted it to mouth level; then he tightened it, effectively gagging Ted. Ted’s cock twitched.

“Can you breathe?” Booster asked. Ted nodded. “Good.” Ted lifted his hand to the gag, testing Booster, and Booster grabbed his wrist.

“Go ahead,” he said, voice low. “Try me.”

Ted shivered happily, and lowered his hand.

“Much better,” Booster said, and returned to the business of undressing Ted. He undid Ted’s collar, sucking on Ted’s throat and collarbone long enough Ted was sure he was leaving bruises, then moved lower, kissing every inch of skin as it was exposed. Ted’s head dropped back as he labored against the gag, trying to stifle any noise.

Booster looked up at him with faint amusement. “Moaning is allowed,” he said, and bit down on Ted’s nipple. Ted moaned loudly, gripping the desk rather than reaching for Booster and potentially breaking the rules.

Booster licked Ted’s nipple, then blew on it, grinning as it hardened from arousal and cold, before moving to the next one. Ted panted around the gag as Booster licked his way down Ted’s stomach, sinking to his knees as he tugged Ted’s unbuttoned shirt off and tossed it aside. He smirked at the bulge in front of him.
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2010-01-09 05:55 am (UTC)
Ted/Babs cybersex
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2010-01-09 06:11 am (UTC)
Oops. Great minds!
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2010-01-09 05:57 am (UTC)
Booster/Batman - confronting and angry about Ted's death, angry sex turns into hurt/comfort sex.
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From: (Anonymous)
2010-01-09 07:52 am (UTC)

Protecting you From Yourself 1/?

The fist connected with Bruces' face hard enough to snap his jaw painfully. Boosters' face didn't register shock at being able to actually land a hit. He didn't care if his sudden outburst had been enough to surprise Mr. Prep time or if the great Batman had allowed it to happen. The funeral--Ted's funeral--had left Booster feeling empty. Truly alone in this world for the first time since Michelle's death. No one was taking responsibility for their role in Teds' death. Just shuffling feet, half-hearted excuses and wandering eyes that refused to focus on his sharp glare.

For all their talk of teamwork and commitments none of them bothered to tag along to check up on him. Deep down Booster doubted any of them would give a damn if he had died instead. Sure few had been brave enough to make it to Teds' more private funeral (it gave him a bitter sense of glee to think it was guilt that kept them away) but him? Hell, he'd be lucky if one person he knew bothered to show up at Booster Golds' funeral. Only person who would have cared was already gone.

He hadn't paid attention to where he was going until he got a feeling that he was being watched. Only one person he knew would be insensitive enough to keep prodding at him. Sure enough Bats followed him home almost like he wanted to he spotted. Seemed like Bruce finally had enough courage to face him without Superman protecting him. When he showed up in his living room, well a fist to the face was instinct more than an actual plan. Boosters' hand throbbed but he only regretted that no one else could witness the great Batman getting punched. The impact was enough to make the dark knight falter. The shadows sadly hid any other telltale clues from him.

"You really can't give up your sick little spy fetish, can you?" If he was in a calmer state Booster wouldn't recognize his own voice. Venom he hadn't even thought himself capable of dripped into every syllable. He had heard such loathing from others, usually directed at him for being such a failure. Then again it was pretty fitting. That's what Batman was: a complete and utter failure.

Batman remained silent his hands resting flat against his sides. Boosters' own fingers flexed into a loose fist. God he hated silences. Sometimes he wished someone would scream at him instead of the hard silent stares. Even the whispers barely hidden behind cupped palms were preferable to the quiet judgement.

"You ever wonder why you have such hard time working with everyone? Well newsflash, you're a paranoid bastard that thinks he's Mr. Perfect!"

Booster could feel the heat building underneath his skin. The slow flames of fury were heating in his belly. So many times he wanted to scream at the injustice of his stinking life but gave up at the thought that he'd earned it all. But Ted was different, he never threw his life away because of his own greed. Never needed attention and approve like Booster did. Never gave a damn what anyone thought of him.

"You still can't admit you're wrong, can you?"

The cowl lifted up at his words and the reply he didn't expect finally came: "I always admit I'm wrong, Michael."

He's not sure why this simple answer upsets him. Maybe it's too calm, perhaps it's hearing his own birth name, perhaps he just wants an excuse to hit Batman again. He honestly doesn't care. "Bull! Saying you're wrong isn't about making a mistake in your plans and coming up with new ones to screw over the people you're supposed to be working with! We always owned up to our mistakes and took the punishments that went with them!"

For once he's gratefully it's Bruce he's talking to who doesn't need to ask who "we" is. Because Booster doesn't think he can say his best friends' name out loud after his public breakdown in front of a section of the superhero community. He's used to humiliation but that--that was too personal. Dad always said showing vulnerability was a weakness to be exploited.

"Did you get put on suspension for endangering your teammates and the world?! Of course not! Poor Bruce you missed out on ten minutes of your life." In another time he would never have thought of intentionally baiting the other man. It's too late to backpedal and really why the hell not?
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2010-01-09 06:08 am (UTC)
Black Lantern!Ted/Booster, sexual torture
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From: (Anonymous)
2010-01-10 09:24 pm (UTC)

Torture Fic. This could be triggering. Please read with caution.

Everything's going to be okay, Booster thinks to himself. He grits his teeth, sucks in gasping, wet breaths. Ted's here now, everything's going to be okay.

Hope.

His visor shattered, both of Booster's eyes are blacked and swollen shut. It's better this way. If he can't see anything, then he can't see the rotted face and the skeletal grin looming over him. He can pretend Ted's face is flushed with exertion, cheek rough with a hint of stubble, lips swollen from too-hard kisses.

His nose is broken, blood dripping into his mouth, down his chin. He can't smell anything but the copper tang of his own blood. It masks the reek of death and decay. Booster pretends that all he can smell is sweat and sex and Ted. A bony hand curls into his damp hair and tugs. Booster tries to pretend that he didn't wince at the sharp pain.

"It's been too long, hasn't it, Booster?" Ted's voice murmurs, and Booster pretends it doesn't sound like a death rattle. "You've been waiting, haven't you? Waiting for me?"

He has been. He's wanted this for so long, wanted nothing more than to hold Ted and keep him all to himself. Wanted every touch, every creak of bone, every sharp jab of fingers on his bruised muscles. Wanted it so badly he's willing to lie to himself that this is what he really wants.

Avarice.

Booster bites back a whimper as Ted pushes one of his legs back. He pretends it's because he's not as flexible as Ted, not because Ted snapped both his legs like matchsticks. Ted was always the more powerful, the more dangerous of the two. His hips jerk desperately, meeting every thrust as Ted fucks him. He pretends they're making love, safe and warm in bed, not lying in rain-soaked dirt while the house behind them burns.

"Ted..." Booster gasps, blood staining his teeth bright red. He pretends everything's okay, that they'll be together now. He pretends it's not blood seeping out of him, that Ted opened him up slowly, he didn't just ram his cold cock in. He pretends Ted loves him.

"Almost there, Booster," Ted rasps.

Booster wonders what colors of the spectrum represent sorrow, agony, and regret.

Love.

"I love you, Ted."

"I know."

When he comes, it's with a gush of hot blood, his chest flayed open, his heart still beating and clutched in Ted's hand. Ted pulls out and smiles at the twitching body lying on the ground beneath him.

"Your heart belongs to me only, Booster."
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From: (Anonymous)
2010-01-09 06:09 am (UTC)
Babs/Ted. "All right. Maybe we cyber did-it a little." (From BoP.) Maybe with Dinah/Booster spying on them.
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2010-01-09 06:24 am (UTC)
Daniel/Rose mutually dubcon: History Made Them Do It.
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From: (Anonymous)
2010-01-09 07:00 am (UTC)
Ted/Jaime/Booster.
As inspired by this picture: http://tinyurl.com/yl9tery

I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE YOU GUYS.
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2010-01-09 07:01 am (UTC)
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2010-01-09 08:09 am (UTC)
Ted/Booster, with Ted drawing plans for something or another on Booster after sex? Dunno if that makes sense, but I WANT IT. :D
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From: (Anonymous)
2010-01-09 01:43 pm (UTC)

For Science!

I don't know if this is exactly what you're looking for - but I hope you like it nonetheless!

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At first there had been the slight teasing, after the initial awkwardness had worn off of their sexual encounters and they had slipped into a soft complacency with each other had Ted poked fun at Booster's proclivity to nod off after sex.

Of course Booster accepted this amicably, affectionately pulling Ted closer and snickering into his auburn curls before nodding off mid-laugh.

A week later, (including three and a half wild romps - 'a half' constituting some hot breathing and some heavy petting until Ted conceded that he just couldn't keep it up if Guy was going to keep stomping around outside Booster's door the entire time. Apparently, listening to him holler about the Michigan game just a little too dirty for his taste.) Booster found himself groping for Ted's familiar warmth just after what had felt like minutes since he had nodded off, after moments of blindly groping he cracked an eye.

No Ted.

Pouting ever so slightly, Booster hefted himself over and rolled to the edge of the bed; peering over with sleep blurred eyes he surveyed his own mass of dirty underwear, socks, pants, discarded paper plates, and his costume crookedly thrown over the back of his half-unscrewed office chair. ("That gag's a classic!" Ted had 'BWA-HA-HA'd' at him from the safety of the bed; just far enough away the Booster couldn't reach him from the floor.)

Booster was in the middle of weighing his options, it was either get dressed and find Ted, blatantly misuse his JLI communicator in a fit of laziness, or simply go back to sleep when Ted padded back in with two beers clutched in one hand and a plate of sandwiches in the other.

"I figured if you were going to do the macho thing and go to sleep before I can get any sort of decent pillow talk in I may as well just play the housewife. So far, I'm barefoot and I've managed to make you food." Grinning playfully, Ted settled himself in the floor amongst the debris and popped the tab on one of the cans.

Flopping over onto his back and letting his head hang off of the side, Booster leered at Ted. "You're not with child are you? If so I get two beers and the expectant mother has to eat his sandwiches dry."

To which Ted gave his best bratty sneer and withheld the previously proffered can, "If that were even possible we'd have to be doing it the other way round, however we should possibly get you tested, you with your weird future genes and all..."

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Distantly Booster recognized something cold, something cold, wet and thin being steadily drawn over his back. It tickled slightly, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant - and he would have found it settling if his whole right arm had found that exact moment in time to unceremoniously fall asleep. Prickly fire quickly spread, and he noticed the uncomfortable digging of something hard against his hip, and what felt like an elbow that had been situated on his shoulder.

"T-Ted?"

"Don'tmovedon'tmovedon'tmovethisisbrilliantandifyoumoveI'mgoingtodoyouphysicalharmrighthereandnow."

Groaning, Booster flexed the fingers on his right hand repeatedly; hoping to somehow force blood to come to him, even if he was trapped under Ted's bulk. "Even though we're in here, naked, in the middle of the day and there's no reason why? If I called for help it could be a HUUUUGE fiasco."

"It would be a HUUUUUGE fiasco if I fucked this."

"If I have to call for help everybody's gonna know you've been fucking more than...just..whatever you're doing. I'm sure Fire and Ice'll have a field day, trying to get us to dish all about -"

"Did you just say 'dish'?"

"What, is 'plate' the proper term? Anyway, and Max'll want to turn it into a publicity stunt, and Guy's gonna get all weird because he's Guy and he'll think about all of those times he sat between us on the sofa or at dinner and he's gonna think we were trying to convert him or something."

Booster felt Ted cringe at that, and he smiled into his pillow triumphantly; simultaneously coming to the conclusion that he would lose his arm due to loss of circulation.
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2010-01-09 08:21 am (UTC)
Ted/Dick, starts as a fight over Babs, ends as more. Bonus points for Dinah, Booster, and Babs watching. With popcorn.
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2010-01-10 06:37 pm (UTC)
Undercover brother style in a shower?
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2010-01-09 03:05 pm (UTC)
Jaime/Tim/Scarab, The Scarab takes the initiative when Jaime is practically clueless, with surprising results for both Jaime and Tim!
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2010-01-09 05:55 pm (UTC)
Ted/Booster, rimming
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2010-01-09 11:52 pm (UTC)
The thing about Booster was that he was always willing to go above and beyond to win an argument. So they'd been bickering, and Booster had stuck his tongue out, and Ted had made some disparaging comment about Booster's maturity level, so Booster had kept sticking his tongue out, and Ted had threatened to cut it off, and Booster had argued that his tongue was a national treasure and to threaten it was tantamount to treason, and Ted had been highly skeptical, and long story short, that was why Ted was on his hands and knees on the bed, gripping the sheets as Booster settled into place behind him.

"You know you're only trying to derail the argument because you know I'm ri-IIIGHT!" Ted gasped as Booster's tongue suddenly slid along his crack, hot and wicked. He felt Booster smile against him in response; then Booster was using his hands to push him open, trying to get better access. Ted was only too happy to oblige, spreading his legs wider and tilting his hips back a bit.

Booster's tongue circled his hole, tracing out the shape of it. Ted shivered and closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of Booster's mouth, his lips and tongue working at Ted, coaxing him open. Booster took his time, humming a little; Ted let out a gasping, choked laugh when he recognized the song as "Shake a Tailfeather."

"God, you are so cheesy...oh, do that again," Ted moaned, pushing back against Booster. Booster's tongue probed inside and Ted fell, shaking, onto his elbows. "Oh God, Booster...nng, yes..."

He writhed against the sheets, rocking gently back in time with Booster's thrusts as Booster fucked him with his tongue, whimpering nonsense. "Fuck, Booster, yes, oh God, please, so good, oh Booster..."

He tried to reach back, to jerk himself off, but Booster knocked his hand away with a growl and wrapped his own hand around Ted's cock instead. Ted was free to fist the sheets with both hands, arching and mewling as Booster matched the rhythm of his pumping fist to his tongue, hot and wet and so deep inside Ted, sparking along Ted's nerve endings until he clenched and shuddered and came with a shout.

When Ted could move again, he rolled creakily onto his side and looked back at Booster, who was sitting back on his heels. His mouth was obscenely red and his cock even redder, leaking precome against his stomach, but he still managed to look awfully smug.

"Yeah, yeah, okay," Ted said, voice a bit hoarse. "You win."
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