Happy Boostlethon, poisonivory!
Title: The Greatest Present is Your Presence
Author: bowlnoodle
Recipient: PoisonIvory
Rating: PG
Summary: Booster has big plans to seduce his best friend with the perfect Christmas present, but things tend to go slightly awry…
Prompt: Either Ted or Booster gets the other the perfect present (or at least tries). Slash, porn would be keen but is not necessary.
Everything was going according to the Michael Jon Carter Patented Plan of Superhero Seduction™. He had the perfect present, he had the location, and he had the seclusion. No matter what happened from here on out there was no way Ted could ignore his advancements any further, Booster’s present was practically guaranteed to make Ted swoon and fall head over heels for his smart, charming, and extremely sexy best friend. Although Booster will admit the road leading to where he is now wasn’t exactly paved with gold (no pun intended, okay so kind of intended); it was a mix of an incredible stroke of good luck on Booster’s part and an incredible stroke of bad luck on Ted’s part. It all started about one week ago…
Booster and Ted had taken out the Bug to perform their usual routine patrol of the city. It was all going as it usually did on patrol, boring and uneventful. The two had started the normal round of “20 Questions”, which slowly evolved into a heated argument on which of Charlie’s Angels was the hottest. It was right when Ted had started to explain, in full detail, the benefits of a woman with long legs, when the Bug’s radio began to broadcast a distressed police call about a bank robbery downtown. After a short debate upon whether or not they should check it out or if it was some false alarm by some rookie cop, they decided to at least fly past the scene of the crime since it was, in fact, their job to do so.
Of course, imagine their surprise when they flew towards a bank entirely incased in ice, surrounded by none other than Mr. Freeze himself and his gang of chilling henchmen. Now at this point they had one of two options. They could actually follow protocol and call in the big guns to deal with such a high level villain, or they could charge in, guns blazing, and reap victory for themselves. It didn’t take long to decide on the latter option; the promise of fame, fortune, and females too much to pass up.
Thus, with little to no planning, the determined duo literally dropped onto the criminals, knocking out two of the henchmen. For a full five minutes they actually believed that they might be able to pull this off. Beetle had tied up three of Freeze’s followers with a tough metal wire, and Booster had punched out two more and stuffed them in a nearby trash can. All seemed to be going more smoothly than they ever could’ve though possible, until Freeze had decided to whip out his newly designed “Icicle Launcher”; a gun that shot razor sharp shards of ice with enough force to pierce through metal.
As soon as they laid eyes on that horrifying gun of frozen terror, Booster and Beetle knew they had yet another set of choices to make about their current situation. They could risk their lives, fight evil, and go down as martyrs for all eternity, or they could turn tail and run out of there faster than a bat out of Hell.
Once more it did not take them too long to decide to go with option number two.
Quickly grabbing the five criminals they previously captured and throwing them into the back of the Bug, the two ran into the cockpit; glittering shards of ice stabbing the ground at their heels. It seemed to take forever for the Bug to finally start up and hover above the ground, but eventually it had and they somehow managed to begin their escape from the clutches of evil. Booster glanced over at Beetle, whom had begun laughing in sheer relief, and Booster knew he could actually breathe easy.
That is, until Freeze decided to break out his other new design, “The Glacier Cannon”.
If it sounds horrifying to have three-foot-long shards of ice shot at you at bullet speeds; now imagine ten-foot-long chunks of ice shot at you at bullet speeds.
Any normal man would’ve begun to curl up in a fetal position and cry out to mommy, but Blue Beetle was not any normal man. He was scared as Hell, but he knew that he needed to get the Bug out of there and fast. However, the same could not be said for Booster Gold who had curled up into a fetal position under the dashboard, crying out for his mother.
Later on Beetle would let it be known that he had tried his hardest to fly them safely back to the JLI Headquarters, but all it takes is one well placed shot to bring down even the largest of war birds. Which is exactly what would bring down the large cerulean insect, a particularly large chunk of solid ice hit the rear engine sending an explosive shudder through out the aircraft. Last thing they saw before blacking out was the ground rushing up at them as they crash landed onto a large, empty baseball field none two miles from the JLI HQ.
Two hours later, Blue Beetle and Booster Gold gained consciousness and didn’t particularly like what they awoke to. Parts of the Bug were on fire, the five henchmen they had been so proud to capture had escaped, and through the yellow-tinted and cracked glass of the windshield they saw one very annoyed, very angry green Martian.
After being given a few days for recovery, Ted and Booster were given an extremely stern talking to by the likes of Batman and Maxwell Lord. In a fit of anger they had been assigned two weeks straight of monitor duty without exception. Ted attempted to say it was unfair since that meant staying at the headquarters over Christmas, but Max had told them it was their punishment for, in his words, “being fucking morons”. Furthermore, Batman had told Ted that if he hadn’t fixed up the Bug by time their torturous punishment was finished, he would add on another two weeks to the sentence.
After being unceremoniously thrown out from the main office, Booster had followed Ted down to the garage where the Bug (or what remained of it) was being held. The thing really was a mess. Half an antenna was bent off, the windshield all cracked, and parts of it were still shooting off sparks. Booster watched with morbid fascination as his best friend began to unleash his frustration out on his precious machine, kicking the side of one of the large legs.
“How am I supposed to fix this?” Ted shouted in anger, “How am I going to fix this in two weeks?”
Booster gulped, almost afraid for his life, “Um, use a wrench?”
Ted stared at the blond for a full two minutes before erupting in laughter. Booster took that as a good sign and began to chuckle as well, and soon both of them were in tears and holding their sides.
“Booster,” Ted began when he was calm enough to talk, “Sorry if I took it out on you. It’s just frustrating, you know? Being stuck here over the holidays and all.”
Booster just shrugged it off, “It won’t be all that bad. I mean at least we’ll spend it together right?”
“Yeah, it’s good to have company, but still…” Ted wondered over to the Bug and climbed into the cockpit. Through the broken yellow glass, Booster could see the man open a compartment and stick his arm inside. With a forceful yank, Ted pulled out something from within the dashboard and climbed back out in front of Booster. He tossed the newly excavated object to him, and Booster nabbed it out of the air. Upon inspection he realized it was a circuit board of some sort, half of it looking burnt and slightly melted.
“That chip,” Ted began with a shake of his head, “is what makes my baby fly. There’s no way to get her back up in the air without another one.”
Booster raised an eyebrow, “So… get another.”
Ted merely snorted in response, “With what money? Those things cost a fortune.” He let out a large sigh of defeat, “I’d never be able to get the funds to replace in just two weeks.”
“Well even if you can’t, we can deal with some extended monitor duty. Hell one time you were assigned to it for a month!”
“It’s not just that Booster. I hate knowing something of mine is broken or has failed. It makes me realize that I’m not like you guys. No powers, no abilities; Hell, even Batman has that endless supply of money Bruce Wayne gets him. I just don’t want to feel like I’m… useless.”
Booster flipped the board around and read a code: “X-56F9-A2”, and looked back up at Ted who was looking rather dejected with his head down and arms crossed. Booster knew he wasn’t useless, Ted was special and if it took spending every last cent Booster had then he would prove it!
All of this has lead to where Booster currently is now, the night of Christmas Eve, standing outside Ted’s door with a small wrapped present inside containing a very expensive circuit board. It literally took every penny Booster had to his name, as well as a few odd jobs here and there to purchase it, but it will be worth it. Just imagining the look on Ted’s face when he finally opens it up, and how he will know that Booster would do anything to help out his best friend.
However, he’ll never be able to see the look on his face if he never gets the courage to just knock on the damn door. Swallowing his nerves he lifts his hands and swings his fist down toward the wood. Unfortunately, that also when Ted had decided to open the door to find what that strange shuffling noise outside his room was, and was unpleasantly surprised with a fist colliding straight at his nose.
“MY NOTH!”
“OH GOD, TED!”
Ted stumbled back and fell onto his bed his hand covering his nose, and much to Booster’s despair, stopping the blood from dripping down, “Boother! Firth aid kit! Badroom!”
With inhuman speed Booster ran into the bathroom and grabbed a handful of cotton balls, bandages, and an ice pack, and began to do what he could fix up Ted. The whole time he has thinking, ‘What a way to begin a seduction.’
Luckily nothing was broken just bruised and in a lot of pain, but with a few cotton balls and twenty minutes of pressing a cold pack to his face, Ted was almost good as new. At this point the only thing bothering Ted was Booster’s excessive apologizing, while the blond sat at next to him on the bed.
“Booster, please, it was an accident! Why were you standing outside my door like some kind of abandoned puppy anyway?”
Booster originally had planned an extravagant show of undying love and loyalty, complete with a full ten minute speech about how great of a friend he is and how amazing of a lover he could be. Instead, at Ted’s inquisition of his sudden arrival, Booster abruptly thrust the present into Ted’s lap and scooted as far from him on the small twin bed as possible.
“Booster, what’s…”
“It’s a present, you know, for Christmas.”
“Booster you didn’t have to-“
“Just open the damn thing Ted.”
Ted smirked and untied the messy gold ribbon on the shiny blue box; the color theme of the gift did not escape Ted and he inwardly smiled. He lifted the lid of the box off slowly, mostly just to tantalize Booster, but also because of that illogical fear of something explosive within in depths. When he finally revealed the gift inside he was speechless.
“Booster…”
“Yeah, it took forever to find. I eventually had to fly out to California to get it!”
“Booster, it’s…”
“I know, it was expensive and I spent everything I’ve saved up over the past few years to get it, but I know that you needed it.”
“Booster, it’s the…”
“Computer part thingy you needed! Now you can fix the Bug and we can go out and won’t have to do monitor duty and just-“
“BOOSTER!”
Booster stopped mid wild gesture and looked at Ted as if he had interrupted the most important speech ever, “What? It’s what you wanted right?”
“It’s the wrong one.”
Booster looked at Ted, just stared at him for minutes before laughing loudly, “Oh, Ted you know it’s not nice to joke about something I put all the effort into-“
“I’m not joking.”
It took a long moment of silence before Booster finally realized that Ted was indeed not joking, “WHAT? But, but, how? HOW?”
“This is an X-56F9-A2, but I need a X-56F9-AZ for the Bug. This won’t even get her lights to come on let alone in the air.”
Booster was almost on the verge of tears at this point, “Are you saying that I messed it all up because I misread one freaking letter?”
“Pretty much yeah.”
Booster at this point was beyond tears or yelling or even a frustrated sigh. He just let his shoulders sag and his head fall down, “I’m sorry Ted. I tried to get you something, the perfect present, but I just failed you, again. Why do I even have the gall to call myself your friend if I can’t even read a damn serial number?”
Ted patted Booster on his back and leaned in close to his friend, “Maybe this will make you feel better.”
Ted then produced a small envelope and placed it in Booster’s hand. Booster looked at it like it was poison before glancing at Ted, “What is this?”
“Your present.”
“But, I didn’t even get you-“
“Just open the damn thing.”
Booster gulped and opened the small envelope, taking out the card within it. In fancy black font it read “Blue & Gold: Heroes for Hire” and had a number and address underneath. “What..?”
Ted drew a deep breath before explaining, “I wanted you to become my business partner. I mean I know we’re already on the JLI, but in case something happens and we all go our separate ways…”
Booster lifted his head and gave Ted a hopeful stare, “What are you saying?”
Ted grabbed Booster then and slowly moved closer, “I don’t want to lose you, even if we’re not working with Max or the League, I want to know that we’ll still be together fighting crime. I can’t imagine being a partner to anyone else.”
“Ted, I…”
Ted finally decided to cut the distance and placed his lips upon Booster’s. The blond stalled at first but then melted into the kiss his hand cradling Ted’s neck as he moved his lips against his friends no his partner.
“Merry Christmas, Ted.”
“Merry Christmas, Michael.”
Sure it didn’t go at all the way it was supposed to, but in the end the Michael Jon Carter Patented Plan of Superhero Seduction™ was a huge success.
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Notes: It’s actually kind of funny how this was the one time I couldn’t get the boys to fall into bed together and go some horizontal tango, but hopefully you will enjoy it all the same! Oh, and Merry Christmas!!
Author: bowlnoodle
Recipient: PoisonIvory
Rating: PG
Summary: Booster has big plans to seduce his best friend with the perfect Christmas present, but things tend to go slightly awry…
Prompt: Either Ted or Booster gets the other the perfect present (or at least tries). Slash, porn would be keen but is not necessary.
Everything was going according to the Michael Jon Carter Patented Plan of Superhero Seduction™. He had the perfect present, he had the location, and he had the seclusion. No matter what happened from here on out there was no way Ted could ignore his advancements any further, Booster’s present was practically guaranteed to make Ted swoon and fall head over heels for his smart, charming, and extremely sexy best friend. Although Booster will admit the road leading to where he is now wasn’t exactly paved with gold (no pun intended, okay so kind of intended); it was a mix of an incredible stroke of good luck on Booster’s part and an incredible stroke of bad luck on Ted’s part. It all started about one week ago…
Booster and Ted had taken out the Bug to perform their usual routine patrol of the city. It was all going as it usually did on patrol, boring and uneventful. The two had started the normal round of “20 Questions”, which slowly evolved into a heated argument on which of Charlie’s Angels was the hottest. It was right when Ted had started to explain, in full detail, the benefits of a woman with long legs, when the Bug’s radio began to broadcast a distressed police call about a bank robbery downtown. After a short debate upon whether or not they should check it out or if it was some false alarm by some rookie cop, they decided to at least fly past the scene of the crime since it was, in fact, their job to do so.
Of course, imagine their surprise when they flew towards a bank entirely incased in ice, surrounded by none other than Mr. Freeze himself and his gang of chilling henchmen. Now at this point they had one of two options. They could actually follow protocol and call in the big guns to deal with such a high level villain, or they could charge in, guns blazing, and reap victory for themselves. It didn’t take long to decide on the latter option; the promise of fame, fortune, and females too much to pass up.
Thus, with little to no planning, the determined duo literally dropped onto the criminals, knocking out two of the henchmen. For a full five minutes they actually believed that they might be able to pull this off. Beetle had tied up three of Freeze’s followers with a tough metal wire, and Booster had punched out two more and stuffed them in a nearby trash can. All seemed to be going more smoothly than they ever could’ve though possible, until Freeze had decided to whip out his newly designed “Icicle Launcher”; a gun that shot razor sharp shards of ice with enough force to pierce through metal.
As soon as they laid eyes on that horrifying gun of frozen terror, Booster and Beetle knew they had yet another set of choices to make about their current situation. They could risk their lives, fight evil, and go down as martyrs for all eternity, or they could turn tail and run out of there faster than a bat out of Hell.
Once more it did not take them too long to decide to go with option number two.
Quickly grabbing the five criminals they previously captured and throwing them into the back of the Bug, the two ran into the cockpit; glittering shards of ice stabbing the ground at their heels. It seemed to take forever for the Bug to finally start up and hover above the ground, but eventually it had and they somehow managed to begin their escape from the clutches of evil. Booster glanced over at Beetle, whom had begun laughing in sheer relief, and Booster knew he could actually breathe easy.
That is, until Freeze decided to break out his other new design, “The Glacier Cannon”.
If it sounds horrifying to have three-foot-long shards of ice shot at you at bullet speeds; now imagine ten-foot-long chunks of ice shot at you at bullet speeds.
Any normal man would’ve begun to curl up in a fetal position and cry out to mommy, but Blue Beetle was not any normal man. He was scared as Hell, but he knew that he needed to get the Bug out of there and fast. However, the same could not be said for Booster Gold who had curled up into a fetal position under the dashboard, crying out for his mother.
Later on Beetle would let it be known that he had tried his hardest to fly them safely back to the JLI Headquarters, but all it takes is one well placed shot to bring down even the largest of war birds. Which is exactly what would bring down the large cerulean insect, a particularly large chunk of solid ice hit the rear engine sending an explosive shudder through out the aircraft. Last thing they saw before blacking out was the ground rushing up at them as they crash landed onto a large, empty baseball field none two miles from the JLI HQ.
Two hours later, Blue Beetle and Booster Gold gained consciousness and didn’t particularly like what they awoke to. Parts of the Bug were on fire, the five henchmen they had been so proud to capture had escaped, and through the yellow-tinted and cracked glass of the windshield they saw one very annoyed, very angry green Martian.
After being given a few days for recovery, Ted and Booster were given an extremely stern talking to by the likes of Batman and Maxwell Lord. In a fit of anger they had been assigned two weeks straight of monitor duty without exception. Ted attempted to say it was unfair since that meant staying at the headquarters over Christmas, but Max had told them it was their punishment for, in his words, “being fucking morons”. Furthermore, Batman had told Ted that if he hadn’t fixed up the Bug by time their torturous punishment was finished, he would add on another two weeks to the sentence.
After being unceremoniously thrown out from the main office, Booster had followed Ted down to the garage where the Bug (or what remained of it) was being held. The thing really was a mess. Half an antenna was bent off, the windshield all cracked, and parts of it were still shooting off sparks. Booster watched with morbid fascination as his best friend began to unleash his frustration out on his precious machine, kicking the side of one of the large legs.
“How am I supposed to fix this?” Ted shouted in anger, “How am I going to fix this in two weeks?”
Booster gulped, almost afraid for his life, “Um, use a wrench?”
Ted stared at the blond for a full two minutes before erupting in laughter. Booster took that as a good sign and began to chuckle as well, and soon both of them were in tears and holding their sides.
“Booster,” Ted began when he was calm enough to talk, “Sorry if I took it out on you. It’s just frustrating, you know? Being stuck here over the holidays and all.”
Booster just shrugged it off, “It won’t be all that bad. I mean at least we’ll spend it together right?”
“Yeah, it’s good to have company, but still…” Ted wondered over to the Bug and climbed into the cockpit. Through the broken yellow glass, Booster could see the man open a compartment and stick his arm inside. With a forceful yank, Ted pulled out something from within the dashboard and climbed back out in front of Booster. He tossed the newly excavated object to him, and Booster nabbed it out of the air. Upon inspection he realized it was a circuit board of some sort, half of it looking burnt and slightly melted.
“That chip,” Ted began with a shake of his head, “is what makes my baby fly. There’s no way to get her back up in the air without another one.”
Booster raised an eyebrow, “So… get another.”
Ted merely snorted in response, “With what money? Those things cost a fortune.” He let out a large sigh of defeat, “I’d never be able to get the funds to replace in just two weeks.”
“Well even if you can’t, we can deal with some extended monitor duty. Hell one time you were assigned to it for a month!”
“It’s not just that Booster. I hate knowing something of mine is broken or has failed. It makes me realize that I’m not like you guys. No powers, no abilities; Hell, even Batman has that endless supply of money Bruce Wayne gets him. I just don’t want to feel like I’m… useless.”
Booster flipped the board around and read a code: “X-56F9-A2”, and looked back up at Ted who was looking rather dejected with his head down and arms crossed. Booster knew he wasn’t useless, Ted was special and if it took spending every last cent Booster had then he would prove it!
All of this has lead to where Booster currently is now, the night of Christmas Eve, standing outside Ted’s door with a small wrapped present inside containing a very expensive circuit board. It literally took every penny Booster had to his name, as well as a few odd jobs here and there to purchase it, but it will be worth it. Just imagining the look on Ted’s face when he finally opens it up, and how he will know that Booster would do anything to help out his best friend.
However, he’ll never be able to see the look on his face if he never gets the courage to just knock on the damn door. Swallowing his nerves he lifts his hands and swings his fist down toward the wood. Unfortunately, that also when Ted had decided to open the door to find what that strange shuffling noise outside his room was, and was unpleasantly surprised with a fist colliding straight at his nose.
“MY NOTH!”
“OH GOD, TED!”
Ted stumbled back and fell onto his bed his hand covering his nose, and much to Booster’s despair, stopping the blood from dripping down, “Boother! Firth aid kit! Badroom!”
With inhuman speed Booster ran into the bathroom and grabbed a handful of cotton balls, bandages, and an ice pack, and began to do what he could fix up Ted. The whole time he has thinking, ‘What a way to begin a seduction.’
Luckily nothing was broken just bruised and in a lot of pain, but with a few cotton balls and twenty minutes of pressing a cold pack to his face, Ted was almost good as new. At this point the only thing bothering Ted was Booster’s excessive apologizing, while the blond sat at next to him on the bed.
“Booster, please, it was an accident! Why were you standing outside my door like some kind of abandoned puppy anyway?”
Booster originally had planned an extravagant show of undying love and loyalty, complete with a full ten minute speech about how great of a friend he is and how amazing of a lover he could be. Instead, at Ted’s inquisition of his sudden arrival, Booster abruptly thrust the present into Ted’s lap and scooted as far from him on the small twin bed as possible.
“Booster, what’s…”
“It’s a present, you know, for Christmas.”
“Booster you didn’t have to-“
“Just open the damn thing Ted.”
Ted smirked and untied the messy gold ribbon on the shiny blue box; the color theme of the gift did not escape Ted and he inwardly smiled. He lifted the lid of the box off slowly, mostly just to tantalize Booster, but also because of that illogical fear of something explosive within in depths. When he finally revealed the gift inside he was speechless.
“Booster…”
“Yeah, it took forever to find. I eventually had to fly out to California to get it!”
“Booster, it’s…”
“I know, it was expensive and I spent everything I’ve saved up over the past few years to get it, but I know that you needed it.”
“Booster, it’s the…”
“Computer part thingy you needed! Now you can fix the Bug and we can go out and won’t have to do monitor duty and just-“
“BOOSTER!”
Booster stopped mid wild gesture and looked at Ted as if he had interrupted the most important speech ever, “What? It’s what you wanted right?”
“It’s the wrong one.”
Booster looked at Ted, just stared at him for minutes before laughing loudly, “Oh, Ted you know it’s not nice to joke about something I put all the effort into-“
“I’m not joking.”
It took a long moment of silence before Booster finally realized that Ted was indeed not joking, “WHAT? But, but, how? HOW?”
“This is an X-56F9-A2, but I need a X-56F9-AZ for the Bug. This won’t even get her lights to come on let alone in the air.”
Booster was almost on the verge of tears at this point, “Are you saying that I messed it all up because I misread one freaking letter?”
“Pretty much yeah.”
Booster at this point was beyond tears or yelling or even a frustrated sigh. He just let his shoulders sag and his head fall down, “I’m sorry Ted. I tried to get you something, the perfect present, but I just failed you, again. Why do I even have the gall to call myself your friend if I can’t even read a damn serial number?”
Ted patted Booster on his back and leaned in close to his friend, “Maybe this will make you feel better.”
Ted then produced a small envelope and placed it in Booster’s hand. Booster looked at it like it was poison before glancing at Ted, “What is this?”
“Your present.”
“But, I didn’t even get you-“
“Just open the damn thing.”
Booster gulped and opened the small envelope, taking out the card within it. In fancy black font it read “Blue & Gold: Heroes for Hire” and had a number and address underneath. “What..?”
Ted drew a deep breath before explaining, “I wanted you to become my business partner. I mean I know we’re already on the JLI, but in case something happens and we all go our separate ways…”
Booster lifted his head and gave Ted a hopeful stare, “What are you saying?”
Ted grabbed Booster then and slowly moved closer, “I don’t want to lose you, even if we’re not working with Max or the League, I want to know that we’ll still be together fighting crime. I can’t imagine being a partner to anyone else.”
“Ted, I…”
Ted finally decided to cut the distance and placed his lips upon Booster’s. The blond stalled at first but then melted into the kiss his hand cradling Ted’s neck as he moved his lips against his friends no his partner.
“Merry Christmas, Ted.”
“Merry Christmas, Michael.”
Sure it didn’t go at all the way it was supposed to, but in the end the Michael Jon Carter Patented Plan of Superhero Seduction™ was a huge success.
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Notes: It’s actually kind of funny how this was the one time I couldn’t get the boys to fall into bed together and go some horizontal tango, but hopefully you will enjoy it all the same! Oh, and Merry Christmas!!