Happy Boostlethon, silver_apples!
Title: Beer and a BJ
Author: Rurone
Length: 3.6k
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ted has had a bad day at work. Booster tries to cheer him up. PWP smut with some relation-y stuff at the end. Takes place more or less whenever you would like.
Home. Ted wasn’t sure how he’d made it back in one piece, or even how he’d gotten the door open with his eyes shut and his brain burned out. At least this appeared to be the right apartment, since Booster was in the kitchen making smoothies. The sound felt like sticking his brain in the garbage disposal and hitting the switch.
“Gaaaaaaaaaah,” he groaned, dropping his briefcase by the door and clutching his head.
“Oh, hey! You’re home!” Booster shouted above the cacophony. “Great! I was just making smoothies!”
“I could tell,” Ted growled, voice swallowed by the high-speed “pulse” setting. Hands clamped firmly over his ears in an attempt to muffle the noise, he strode into the kitchen, grabbed the cord, and yanked it from its socket, earning himself half a second of blessed, blissful silence before -
“Hey!” Booster protested, indignant. “What’s the big idea?”
Ted buried his face in Booster’s shoulder with a groan. The taller man’s expression instantly softened and he wrapped his arms around him.
“Rough day at work?” he asked, laying a cheek on Ted’s hair.
“You have no idea,” came the muffled reply. Ted pulled back enough to receive a peck on the lips before extracting himself just enough to shrug out of his coat. He tossed it in the general direction of one of the barstool chairs pulled up to the counter. It missed.
“The materials we ordered got shipped to Idaho for some reason,” he began, gathering Booster to him again. He came willingly with a sympathetic cluck of his tongue and they slumped together against the counter, bodies pressed together almost from head to foot. “Someone forgot to back up the footage of the last prototype test and so it all got recorded over. The coolant keeps catching fire and the secretary quit. Again. The plans are all in metric but the bolts we were supplied were all in inches - who even uses those anymore?” He groaned, picking at Booster’s collar and draping an arm around his waist. “It’s like working in the Dark Ages.”
Booster ran a hand up and down Ted’s back soothingly. “You want a beer and a blow job?” he suggested gently.
“I’d like a beer and a blow job,” Ted agreed.
“Let’s get you a beer and a blow job.” Booster smirked in that way that lit a fire low in Ted’s belly, that made the bottom of his stomach drop out and his heart-rate skyrocket. Booster licked his lips and then kissed him, long, lingering, and dirty. When they pulled apart, Ted could feel his breath come in deep, heavy pants.
“I think I’m feeling better already,” he said with a smile.
“You go lie on the couch,” Booster told him. “I’ll be right there.”
Ted toed out of his shoes and ditched his suit jacket somewhere along the path from the kitchen to the sofa. He made a mental note to go back for them as soon as he felt up to putting them away, since that sort of thing drove Booster crazy, but right now he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. He collapsed on the couch with a weary sigh and undid his shirt and tie. Half a beat later, Booster materialized with the promised bottles.
“Here you go, buddy,” he said, not unkindly, pressing it into Ted’s hand. It was already open, and the TV was on, so they sat awhile in comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s closeness. Ted felt himself relaxing a bit, the sports show Booster was watching little more than background noise as he leaned over and laid his head on Booster’s shoulder, near the crook of his neck. He was warm and smelled ever-so-faintly of wheatgrass and suntan lotion, and beneath his ear Ted could hear Booster’s heart, beating a steady rhythm deep within his chest. Shifting a little, he titled his head up and placed a long, sucking kiss on Booster’s neck.
Booster groaned agreeably. “Should’ve known you wouldn’t forget about that blow job,” he muttered, voice soft and husky.
“Mm,” Ted agreed, licking his way up Booster’s earlobe. “You should have.”
Booster shivered under the soft breath in his ear and Ted’s hand creeping its way down his belly, his heartbeat speeding up against Ted’s touch. Ted couldn’t help but grin at that, the way he could take Booster from zero to sixty in seconds. He caught the earlobe between his teeth and nibbled; Booster gasped and clutched at Ted’s thigh, setting his beer aside unsteadily. Ted licked a quick crescent against the soft skin behind the shell of Booster’s ear before following suit.
When he turned back around, Booster promptly tackled him to the couch, capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss that left Ted breathless. His back arched reflexively and he canted his hips up against the assault. It was warm, hot even, where they met, and for a moment all Ted wanted to do was grind against him and feel Booster moan into his mouth forever.
“Oh dear sweet god yes,” Ted babbled against his lips, punctuating the sentence with a kiss. “That is exactly - Booster -”
At the sound of his name, Booster’s hips bucked forward and Ted let out a grunt that was not exactly pained, but close to it. Booster’s weight had him pinned to the couch, and it was all he could do just to struggle his arms free and clutch those broad quarterback’s shoulders.
“Booster,” he tried again, when their mouths parted and lips and hands began trailing down his body, “look, you’ve gotta let me - just give me a sec to take - guh…”
Booster batted Ted’s hands away and set about loosening the belt himself, popping the button and opening the fly with a practiced motion. Ted nearly sobbed with relief as Booster yanked his boxers down and his cock sprang free.
“Ohthankgod.”
“He’s got nothing to do with it.” Booster grinned and shoved down the waistband of his sweatpants at the same time he hiked up the hem of his t-shirt, exposing a great golden expanse of tanned skin and toned muscle. The firm line of his obliques pointed an emphatic arrow towards his dick, flushed and thick with arousal. Ted’s mouth went dry at the little smile Booster shot him, quiet and coy.
“Fuck,” Ted breathed, reaching out to spread his fingers over those golden hips, “it is not fair for you to be this much prettier than me.”
“Or any girl you’ve ever dated, I know.” Booster winked and caught the t-shirt between his teeth, dragging it up partway to reveal more of his torso as he slipped his sweats over his ass and let them gather around his thighs. He skimmed his palms down his sides and back up again, watching Ted’s reaction with eyes half-hooded and dark as sin. For his part, Ted couldn’t think of anything to do but wrap his hand loosely around his cock and enjoy the show, occasionally murmuring hushed, awed encouragement.
Booster closed his eyes and tipped his head back, hands roaming across his skin as he began to rock his body back and forth in a smooth, undulating wave that started at his ribcage and traveled down past his hips before starting at the top again. Ted stroked his dick in tandem, keeping time. Booster toyed with his nipples, emitting soft half-sighs that were not entirely muffled by the shirt in his mouth. It stretched over his chin, hiding his face, and Ted frowned.
“Get that out of there,” he pouted, tugging it out of Booster’s teeth. “I want to see you.”
Booster laughed, an embarrassed little sound, and Ted realized he was blushing. He sat up to help pull the shirt off, making sure to kiss him as soon as it was out of the way.
“It’s not like you to be shy about showing off,” he teased, taking the opportunity to cup that amazing ass in both hands.
Booster let out a cough. “Well, y’know,” he said lamely, “it all depends on the audience sometimes.” He glanced at Ted and then quickly away, fingers toying with the loose ends of his tie. “I kind of, uh, lose control around you. Sometimes.”
“I’ve noticed,” Ted replied smugly, allowing himself a grin. Booster gave him a well-deserved shove, which Ted countered with a kiss. “I love it,” he admitted.
Booster gave a pleased little smile at that, the sparkle back in his eyes. “Oh, you better,” he fairly purred, gently pushing Ted back on the couch. “Not everyone can get the full Booster Gold experience, you know.”
“That’s not what your commercials say,” Ted countered, rubbing his thumbs back and forth over the jut of Boosters hipbones. He drew in a startled hiss of breath as he felt Booster’s hand wrap around his cock.
“Are you accusing me of false advertising?” Booster’s voice was almost a whisper, his lips brushing against Ted’s as the formed the words. His hand took up a lazy pumping motion.
“I’ll - ah! - visit you in prison,” Ted grunted, trying and failing to keep a somber expression when Booster’s mouth latched onto his neck and sucked.
“You wouldn’t turn me in,” Booster said confidently, matching a lick at the tender spot with a flick of his thumb across the head of Ted’s cock.
“I’m nothing if not a - mn - servant of justice,” Ted insisted, bucking into Booster’s touch. If he could just get his hand between them, this would be a fair fight…
“Ah ah, none of that,” Booster chided. In one smooth motion, he flipped them over so that he was underneath, forcing Ted to use his hands to prop himself up. “I’m flattered, really, but this was supposed to be about you, remember? Which reminds me…”
Booster slid down the sofa between Ted’s legs, further out of range, taking the waistband of Ted’s pants and boxers with him. Even though he was the one still wearing a shirt, Ted felt oddly exposed in the room’s slightly-cool air.
“Maybe I should turn up the thermostat,” he muttered, “whaddya thi-ink?!” Booster’s mouth closed around the tip of Ted’s cock, and all thoughts of air temperature were instantly banished. “Oh dear sweet fuck.”
Booster let out a self-congratulatory hum at that and licked a broad, sloppy stripe up the underside of Ted’s cock, one hand fisted around the base. The other skimmed up the back of Ted’s thigh, making the hairs there stand on end in goosebumps.
“Okay, that tickles,” Ted found himself saying for no particular reason. Booster kept licking and sucking, working his way down as Ted babbled. “Did you know that the Spanish word for shivers is escalofríos? It’s like the word for stairs and the word for cold, because they run - up and - down your ba-ha-haaack!”
Booster took his mouth away for a moment, his forearm wrapped around the back of Ted’s thigh and his hand gripping Ted’s ass.
“Are you really still talking?” he asked, absently kneading at the buttock.
“A little bit, yeah,” Ted gritted out. Booster knew what that did to him.
“I don’t know whether to be insulted or impressed,” he replied, tone conversational. His knuckles were getting into the massage now, and Ted felt his body leaning into the touch on instinct.
“Let’s go with ‘impressed’,” he sighed, as Booster suddenly opened his mouth and took him inside it. Everything was warm and wet and amazing, and before he could stop himself Ted pulled back and thrust a little deeper in. Booster grunted a little, but took him without difficulty - where he’d picked up the talent, Ted couldn’t say. Maybe it was time to ask, especially if the story involved Booster on his knees in the locker room, jersey off but shoulder pads still on, blonde eyelashes feathering over streaks of eyeblack on his cheekbones…
“Booster,” Ted panted, groping down to catch hold of him. He fell to one elbow as his fingers brushed soft, silky hair, damp with sweat. Booster bobbed his head up and down Ted’s length, swallowing him deeper and deeper each time. Ted managed to look down and watch, enraptured, as the love of his life hollowed his cheeks and sucked like his life depended on it. Both of his arms were wrapped around the back of Ted’s legs, his hands gripping at his ass and hips to pull himself up over and over again. Ted sighed and spread his legs wider. Booster’s movements were coming faster and shallower now, Ted’s cock undoubtedly lodged in his throat. The little gagging sounds he made on each suck were wonderful and obscene and Ted couldn’t believe he was letting him do this, that the world he lived in was the kind of place where he could come home to his best friend after a bad day at work and fuck his throat raw. And he knew from experience that Booster loved it - even now he could feel blunt nails digging into his skin with every flex of his hips, dragging him back in each time for more, more, more.
The thought sent Ted’s climax rushing towards him like a giant, powerful wave, and he gripped at the sofa’s armrest with a shaky hand, trying to hold himself together until it hit. He shot one last look down his body to where Booster was still sucking away, his eyes closed in concentration. Just then, they opened, the motion strangely slow with the world speeding by, and when their gaze met Ted gasped and came, falling into the black pools of Booster’s lust-blown pupils as he felt his whole body tense and the wave come crashing around him.
After what seemed like forever but still wasn’t nearly long enough, Ted felt Booster pull off. The loss of his mouth and his warm breath was always a little sad, but Ted could hardly begrudge him that. Still soaring, he swung his leg up over Booster’s head to give him room to sit up and collapsed back onto the couch, boneless and satisfied. He always felt wired after sex, his mind clear and nerves jangling to do something now that his body’s constant clamor for sexsexsex had died down to a dull roar. Booster was still hard, erection painful and obvious on the couch next to him.
“Here,” he said, gathering Booster to him. “Let’s take care of that, shall we?”
They laid back on the couch, Booster’s impossibly long legs stretched out all the way to the other end with Ted wrapped around him from behind, one arm around his chest and the other hand around his dick. He pumped it in a slow, steady rhythm that was stoking a fire in both of them and made Ted whisper filthy endearments that made even his ears burn.
“God, Booster, you glorious cocksucker, how the fuck did you think you could last this long before coming for me? I should have just knocked you on your ass and fucked you as soon as I came in the door instead of letting you play ‘generous boyfriend’ with me. I know how much you love it, spreading your legs and showing me exactly what I do to you but now I need to hear it, buddy, come on, let me hear you begging for it…”
Booster’s sweats were still tangled around his ankles, and as he kicked and writhed beneath Ted’s touch it was like they somehow were responsible for binding up the sounds he could hear Booster making deep within his throat. Helpless little moans and whimpers struggled to escape as Ted’s huge, hot hand stroked and pumped, thumb running over the head and fingers, brushing precome in little streaks down the shaft.
Ted could never understand how someone who was such a shameless self-promoter could be so quiet during sex. Then again, he’d also never deciphered why it had taken them so long to reach this point if all those years Booster had been wishing for something exactly like this, as much as he had.
“Come on, Boost,” he whispered, suddenly urgent for an answer. “Tell me that you like it when I’m touching you like this. I’ve got my hand on your cock and my come in your mouth - please, just tell me that you want it.”
“Huh?” Booster’s pulse was pounding in the vein beneath Ted’s cheek, tucked fast in the crook of his neck and shoulder.
“I need to hear it,” Ted confessed, hand speeding up, “I gotta hear the words, Boost. Do you want me?”
“Wha--? Y-yes,” Booster managed, the words coming slow to him, as if from a long way off. “Of course I do - Ted -”
A muscular arm reached up to grip his shoulder, holding on for dear life as he thrust helplessly into Ted’s hand. Ted marveled at the pink disc of the nipple set in Booster’s golden-tanned pec, pebbled and sensitive. He reached up with his free hand and pinched it between his finger and thumb. The reaction was immediate; Booster practically howled, his whole body arching off the couch as the blood rushed beneath Ted’s palm like the sound of an oncoming freight train.
“Come on, Booster, you can do it,” Ted chanted, pumping erratically when Booster fell back without releasing, “come on, buddy, come for me -”
All at once Booster seized, mouth open and perfect white teeth scraping against Ted’s lips as he emitted a choked cry. Hot, sticky wetness splashed over Ted’s hand and trailed down his knuckles as Booster’s orgasm died away and he sank limply into Ted’s arms.
“Whew,” Booster sighed, suddenly transformed into ninety-seven and a half kilograms of relaxed muscle.
“Mn,” Ted agreed, pressing a kiss to one sweat-soaked temple.
“Grife, you’ve got a mouth on you,” Booster observed, casting around for something to clean up with.
“I could say the same for you,” Ted told him agreeably, snatching up the discarded t-shirt and mopping it down Booster’s front. Booster grimaced, but didn’t refuse the kiss Ted dropped on his lips.
“So I’m a ‘glorious cocksucker’, huh?” His tone was amused, but there was something behind his eyes.
“I don’t see how this is news,” Ted told him, tossing the shirt aside and lying back again. “You suck cocks, namely mine, and you do so in a glorious fashion. You’re a veritable artiste.”
“Well, I guess I’ll accept the compliment,” Booster said dubiously. “Just don’t go spreading it to my fanclub, k?”
“Absolutely not,” Ted swore to him. “For one, they’d all want blow jobs, too.”
“If they don’t already.” Booster settled down and laid his head on Ted’s chest.
“Well, you are prettier than every girl I’ve ever dated,” Ted quipped, remembering the phrase from earlier. He gave Booster an affectionate squeeze, but he didn’t reply, and Ted frowned. “Hey,” he said, twisting around to look Booster in the eye, “you know I’m not going to just up and leave you for some chick, right?”
Booster rolled his eyes and looked away. “I know,” he sighed, trying to press Ted back down to the couch again. Ted refused to go.
“I mean it. There’s not a woman in the world I’d rather be with.”
“Not even Barbara Gordon?” Booster asked pointedly, levering himself up with one hand. Ted jolted back like he’d been burned.
“What?”
“Canary told me you two used to ‘cyber’,” Booster said with obvious distaste.
Ted couldn’t believe it. “That was just - that was two friends having fun together! You can’t possibly think it’s the same thing.” Booster was sitting all the way up now, struggling to pull on his sweats again. He wouldn’t meet Ted’s eye. “Booster -”
“Look, it’s stupid, okay?” the younger man huffed, tying the cord with some violence. “I don’t want to fight about it.”
“Neither do I, so please - Booster, listen -”
As he saw him about to stand to leave, Ted sprang and tackled Booster back to the couch, pinning him with his hands on either side of his face. Booster looked up at him, frowning, and Ted kicked himself. How had he made such a mess of this?
“I liked Babs, sure,” Ted told him, searching his eyes. “She’s gorgeous, she’s brilliant, she’s funny -”
Booster rolled his eyes and looked away. Ted cupped his cheek to make him meet his eyes again.
“But she wasn’t you, Boost. Nobody is.” He brought his face close to his, close enough they were sharing breath. “I brought her up in the Bug once. Got this close to kissing her.” He pecked Booster on the lips. “And I didn’t. Told her we should just be friends.” Ted settled back on Booster’s lap, one leg dangling off the side of the couch. He cocked his head to the side, regarding Booster with a soft expression that he hoped conveyed as much as he was feeling. “That’s why we only cyber-did it, and why I’m sitting here on top of you without any pants on.”
Booster laughed a little at that, slowly coming around.
“You don’t regret it?” he asked, crossing his arms behind his head.
Ted shook his head. “Not for a second. I just wish we’d started sooner.”
Booster nodded, as if to himself. “Me, too.” After a moment he added, “I love you.”
“And I love you.” Ted answered, smile spreading across his face. He clapped Booster’s thigh declaratively. “Right. Still feeling up for those smoothies?”
Booster shook his head. “I stuck it in the fridge. I’ll have it later.”
“Thank god. I’ll call for take-out.”
Author: Rurone
Length: 3.6k
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ted has had a bad day at work. Booster tries to cheer him up. PWP smut with some relation-y stuff at the end. Takes place more or less whenever you would like.
Home. Ted wasn’t sure how he’d made it back in one piece, or even how he’d gotten the door open with his eyes shut and his brain burned out. At least this appeared to be the right apartment, since Booster was in the kitchen making smoothies. The sound felt like sticking his brain in the garbage disposal and hitting the switch.
“Gaaaaaaaaaah,” he groaned, dropping his briefcase by the door and clutching his head.
“Oh, hey! You’re home!” Booster shouted above the cacophony. “Great! I was just making smoothies!”
“I could tell,” Ted growled, voice swallowed by the high-speed “pulse” setting. Hands clamped firmly over his ears in an attempt to muffle the noise, he strode into the kitchen, grabbed the cord, and yanked it from its socket, earning himself half a second of blessed, blissful silence before -
“Hey!” Booster protested, indignant. “What’s the big idea?”
Ted buried his face in Booster’s shoulder with a groan. The taller man’s expression instantly softened and he wrapped his arms around him.
“Rough day at work?” he asked, laying a cheek on Ted’s hair.
“You have no idea,” came the muffled reply. Ted pulled back enough to receive a peck on the lips before extracting himself just enough to shrug out of his coat. He tossed it in the general direction of one of the barstool chairs pulled up to the counter. It missed.
“The materials we ordered got shipped to Idaho for some reason,” he began, gathering Booster to him again. He came willingly with a sympathetic cluck of his tongue and they slumped together against the counter, bodies pressed together almost from head to foot. “Someone forgot to back up the footage of the last prototype test and so it all got recorded over. The coolant keeps catching fire and the secretary quit. Again. The plans are all in metric but the bolts we were supplied were all in inches - who even uses those anymore?” He groaned, picking at Booster’s collar and draping an arm around his waist. “It’s like working in the Dark Ages.”
Booster ran a hand up and down Ted’s back soothingly. “You want a beer and a blow job?” he suggested gently.
“I’d like a beer and a blow job,” Ted agreed.
“Let’s get you a beer and a blow job.” Booster smirked in that way that lit a fire low in Ted’s belly, that made the bottom of his stomach drop out and his heart-rate skyrocket. Booster licked his lips and then kissed him, long, lingering, and dirty. When they pulled apart, Ted could feel his breath come in deep, heavy pants.
“I think I’m feeling better already,” he said with a smile.
“You go lie on the couch,” Booster told him. “I’ll be right there.”
Ted toed out of his shoes and ditched his suit jacket somewhere along the path from the kitchen to the sofa. He made a mental note to go back for them as soon as he felt up to putting them away, since that sort of thing drove Booster crazy, but right now he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. He collapsed on the couch with a weary sigh and undid his shirt and tie. Half a beat later, Booster materialized with the promised bottles.
“Here you go, buddy,” he said, not unkindly, pressing it into Ted’s hand. It was already open, and the TV was on, so they sat awhile in comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s closeness. Ted felt himself relaxing a bit, the sports show Booster was watching little more than background noise as he leaned over and laid his head on Booster’s shoulder, near the crook of his neck. He was warm and smelled ever-so-faintly of wheatgrass and suntan lotion, and beneath his ear Ted could hear Booster’s heart, beating a steady rhythm deep within his chest. Shifting a little, he titled his head up and placed a long, sucking kiss on Booster’s neck.
Booster groaned agreeably. “Should’ve known you wouldn’t forget about that blow job,” he muttered, voice soft and husky.
“Mm,” Ted agreed, licking his way up Booster’s earlobe. “You should have.”
Booster shivered under the soft breath in his ear and Ted’s hand creeping its way down his belly, his heartbeat speeding up against Ted’s touch. Ted couldn’t help but grin at that, the way he could take Booster from zero to sixty in seconds. He caught the earlobe between his teeth and nibbled; Booster gasped and clutched at Ted’s thigh, setting his beer aside unsteadily. Ted licked a quick crescent against the soft skin behind the shell of Booster’s ear before following suit.
When he turned back around, Booster promptly tackled him to the couch, capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss that left Ted breathless. His back arched reflexively and he canted his hips up against the assault. It was warm, hot even, where they met, and for a moment all Ted wanted to do was grind against him and feel Booster moan into his mouth forever.
“Oh dear sweet god yes,” Ted babbled against his lips, punctuating the sentence with a kiss. “That is exactly - Booster -”
At the sound of his name, Booster’s hips bucked forward and Ted let out a grunt that was not exactly pained, but close to it. Booster’s weight had him pinned to the couch, and it was all he could do just to struggle his arms free and clutch those broad quarterback’s shoulders.
“Booster,” he tried again, when their mouths parted and lips and hands began trailing down his body, “look, you’ve gotta let me - just give me a sec to take - guh…”
Booster batted Ted’s hands away and set about loosening the belt himself, popping the button and opening the fly with a practiced motion. Ted nearly sobbed with relief as Booster yanked his boxers down and his cock sprang free.
“Ohthankgod.”
“He’s got nothing to do with it.” Booster grinned and shoved down the waistband of his sweatpants at the same time he hiked up the hem of his t-shirt, exposing a great golden expanse of tanned skin and toned muscle. The firm line of his obliques pointed an emphatic arrow towards his dick, flushed and thick with arousal. Ted’s mouth went dry at the little smile Booster shot him, quiet and coy.
“Fuck,” Ted breathed, reaching out to spread his fingers over those golden hips, “it is not fair for you to be this much prettier than me.”
“Or any girl you’ve ever dated, I know.” Booster winked and caught the t-shirt between his teeth, dragging it up partway to reveal more of his torso as he slipped his sweats over his ass and let them gather around his thighs. He skimmed his palms down his sides and back up again, watching Ted’s reaction with eyes half-hooded and dark as sin. For his part, Ted couldn’t think of anything to do but wrap his hand loosely around his cock and enjoy the show, occasionally murmuring hushed, awed encouragement.
Booster closed his eyes and tipped his head back, hands roaming across his skin as he began to rock his body back and forth in a smooth, undulating wave that started at his ribcage and traveled down past his hips before starting at the top again. Ted stroked his dick in tandem, keeping time. Booster toyed with his nipples, emitting soft half-sighs that were not entirely muffled by the shirt in his mouth. It stretched over his chin, hiding his face, and Ted frowned.
“Get that out of there,” he pouted, tugging it out of Booster’s teeth. “I want to see you.”
Booster laughed, an embarrassed little sound, and Ted realized he was blushing. He sat up to help pull the shirt off, making sure to kiss him as soon as it was out of the way.
“It’s not like you to be shy about showing off,” he teased, taking the opportunity to cup that amazing ass in both hands.
Booster let out a cough. “Well, y’know,” he said lamely, “it all depends on the audience sometimes.” He glanced at Ted and then quickly away, fingers toying with the loose ends of his tie. “I kind of, uh, lose control around you. Sometimes.”
“I’ve noticed,” Ted replied smugly, allowing himself a grin. Booster gave him a well-deserved shove, which Ted countered with a kiss. “I love it,” he admitted.
Booster gave a pleased little smile at that, the sparkle back in his eyes. “Oh, you better,” he fairly purred, gently pushing Ted back on the couch. “Not everyone can get the full Booster Gold experience, you know.”
“That’s not what your commercials say,” Ted countered, rubbing his thumbs back and forth over the jut of Boosters hipbones. He drew in a startled hiss of breath as he felt Booster’s hand wrap around his cock.
“Are you accusing me of false advertising?” Booster’s voice was almost a whisper, his lips brushing against Ted’s as the formed the words. His hand took up a lazy pumping motion.
“I’ll - ah! - visit you in prison,” Ted grunted, trying and failing to keep a somber expression when Booster’s mouth latched onto his neck and sucked.
“You wouldn’t turn me in,” Booster said confidently, matching a lick at the tender spot with a flick of his thumb across the head of Ted’s cock.
“I’m nothing if not a - mn - servant of justice,” Ted insisted, bucking into Booster’s touch. If he could just get his hand between them, this would be a fair fight…
“Ah ah, none of that,” Booster chided. In one smooth motion, he flipped them over so that he was underneath, forcing Ted to use his hands to prop himself up. “I’m flattered, really, but this was supposed to be about you, remember? Which reminds me…”
Booster slid down the sofa between Ted’s legs, further out of range, taking the waistband of Ted’s pants and boxers with him. Even though he was the one still wearing a shirt, Ted felt oddly exposed in the room’s slightly-cool air.
“Maybe I should turn up the thermostat,” he muttered, “whaddya thi-ink?!” Booster’s mouth closed around the tip of Ted’s cock, and all thoughts of air temperature were instantly banished. “Oh dear sweet fuck.”
Booster let out a self-congratulatory hum at that and licked a broad, sloppy stripe up the underside of Ted’s cock, one hand fisted around the base. The other skimmed up the back of Ted’s thigh, making the hairs there stand on end in goosebumps.
“Okay, that tickles,” Ted found himself saying for no particular reason. Booster kept licking and sucking, working his way down as Ted babbled. “Did you know that the Spanish word for shivers is escalofríos? It’s like the word for stairs and the word for cold, because they run - up and - down your ba-ha-haaack!”
Booster took his mouth away for a moment, his forearm wrapped around the back of Ted’s thigh and his hand gripping Ted’s ass.
“Are you really still talking?” he asked, absently kneading at the buttock.
“A little bit, yeah,” Ted gritted out. Booster knew what that did to him.
“I don’t know whether to be insulted or impressed,” he replied, tone conversational. His knuckles were getting into the massage now, and Ted felt his body leaning into the touch on instinct.
“Let’s go with ‘impressed’,” he sighed, as Booster suddenly opened his mouth and took him inside it. Everything was warm and wet and amazing, and before he could stop himself Ted pulled back and thrust a little deeper in. Booster grunted a little, but took him without difficulty - where he’d picked up the talent, Ted couldn’t say. Maybe it was time to ask, especially if the story involved Booster on his knees in the locker room, jersey off but shoulder pads still on, blonde eyelashes feathering over streaks of eyeblack on his cheekbones…
“Booster,” Ted panted, groping down to catch hold of him. He fell to one elbow as his fingers brushed soft, silky hair, damp with sweat. Booster bobbed his head up and down Ted’s length, swallowing him deeper and deeper each time. Ted managed to look down and watch, enraptured, as the love of his life hollowed his cheeks and sucked like his life depended on it. Both of his arms were wrapped around the back of Ted’s legs, his hands gripping at his ass and hips to pull himself up over and over again. Ted sighed and spread his legs wider. Booster’s movements were coming faster and shallower now, Ted’s cock undoubtedly lodged in his throat. The little gagging sounds he made on each suck were wonderful and obscene and Ted couldn’t believe he was letting him do this, that the world he lived in was the kind of place where he could come home to his best friend after a bad day at work and fuck his throat raw. And he knew from experience that Booster loved it - even now he could feel blunt nails digging into his skin with every flex of his hips, dragging him back in each time for more, more, more.
The thought sent Ted’s climax rushing towards him like a giant, powerful wave, and he gripped at the sofa’s armrest with a shaky hand, trying to hold himself together until it hit. He shot one last look down his body to where Booster was still sucking away, his eyes closed in concentration. Just then, they opened, the motion strangely slow with the world speeding by, and when their gaze met Ted gasped and came, falling into the black pools of Booster’s lust-blown pupils as he felt his whole body tense and the wave come crashing around him.
After what seemed like forever but still wasn’t nearly long enough, Ted felt Booster pull off. The loss of his mouth and his warm breath was always a little sad, but Ted could hardly begrudge him that. Still soaring, he swung his leg up over Booster’s head to give him room to sit up and collapsed back onto the couch, boneless and satisfied. He always felt wired after sex, his mind clear and nerves jangling to do something now that his body’s constant clamor for sexsexsex had died down to a dull roar. Booster was still hard, erection painful and obvious on the couch next to him.
“Here,” he said, gathering Booster to him. “Let’s take care of that, shall we?”
They laid back on the couch, Booster’s impossibly long legs stretched out all the way to the other end with Ted wrapped around him from behind, one arm around his chest and the other hand around his dick. He pumped it in a slow, steady rhythm that was stoking a fire in both of them and made Ted whisper filthy endearments that made even his ears burn.
“God, Booster, you glorious cocksucker, how the fuck did you think you could last this long before coming for me? I should have just knocked you on your ass and fucked you as soon as I came in the door instead of letting you play ‘generous boyfriend’ with me. I know how much you love it, spreading your legs and showing me exactly what I do to you but now I need to hear it, buddy, come on, let me hear you begging for it…”
Booster’s sweats were still tangled around his ankles, and as he kicked and writhed beneath Ted’s touch it was like they somehow were responsible for binding up the sounds he could hear Booster making deep within his throat. Helpless little moans and whimpers struggled to escape as Ted’s huge, hot hand stroked and pumped, thumb running over the head and fingers, brushing precome in little streaks down the shaft.
Ted could never understand how someone who was such a shameless self-promoter could be so quiet during sex. Then again, he’d also never deciphered why it had taken them so long to reach this point if all those years Booster had been wishing for something exactly like this, as much as he had.
“Come on, Boost,” he whispered, suddenly urgent for an answer. “Tell me that you like it when I’m touching you like this. I’ve got my hand on your cock and my come in your mouth - please, just tell me that you want it.”
“Huh?” Booster’s pulse was pounding in the vein beneath Ted’s cheek, tucked fast in the crook of his neck and shoulder.
“I need to hear it,” Ted confessed, hand speeding up, “I gotta hear the words, Boost. Do you want me?”
“Wha--? Y-yes,” Booster managed, the words coming slow to him, as if from a long way off. “Of course I do - Ted -”
A muscular arm reached up to grip his shoulder, holding on for dear life as he thrust helplessly into Ted’s hand. Ted marveled at the pink disc of the nipple set in Booster’s golden-tanned pec, pebbled and sensitive. He reached up with his free hand and pinched it between his finger and thumb. The reaction was immediate; Booster practically howled, his whole body arching off the couch as the blood rushed beneath Ted’s palm like the sound of an oncoming freight train.
“Come on, Booster, you can do it,” Ted chanted, pumping erratically when Booster fell back without releasing, “come on, buddy, come for me -”
All at once Booster seized, mouth open and perfect white teeth scraping against Ted’s lips as he emitted a choked cry. Hot, sticky wetness splashed over Ted’s hand and trailed down his knuckles as Booster’s orgasm died away and he sank limply into Ted’s arms.
“Whew,” Booster sighed, suddenly transformed into ninety-seven and a half kilograms of relaxed muscle.
“Mn,” Ted agreed, pressing a kiss to one sweat-soaked temple.
“Grife, you’ve got a mouth on you,” Booster observed, casting around for something to clean up with.
“I could say the same for you,” Ted told him agreeably, snatching up the discarded t-shirt and mopping it down Booster’s front. Booster grimaced, but didn’t refuse the kiss Ted dropped on his lips.
“So I’m a ‘glorious cocksucker’, huh?” His tone was amused, but there was something behind his eyes.
“I don’t see how this is news,” Ted told him, tossing the shirt aside and lying back again. “You suck cocks, namely mine, and you do so in a glorious fashion. You’re a veritable artiste.”
“Well, I guess I’ll accept the compliment,” Booster said dubiously. “Just don’t go spreading it to my fanclub, k?”
“Absolutely not,” Ted swore to him. “For one, they’d all want blow jobs, too.”
“If they don’t already.” Booster settled down and laid his head on Ted’s chest.
“Well, you are prettier than every girl I’ve ever dated,” Ted quipped, remembering the phrase from earlier. He gave Booster an affectionate squeeze, but he didn’t reply, and Ted frowned. “Hey,” he said, twisting around to look Booster in the eye, “you know I’m not going to just up and leave you for some chick, right?”
Booster rolled his eyes and looked away. “I know,” he sighed, trying to press Ted back down to the couch again. Ted refused to go.
“I mean it. There’s not a woman in the world I’d rather be with.”
“Not even Barbara Gordon?” Booster asked pointedly, levering himself up with one hand. Ted jolted back like he’d been burned.
“What?”
“Canary told me you two used to ‘cyber’,” Booster said with obvious distaste.
Ted couldn’t believe it. “That was just - that was two friends having fun together! You can’t possibly think it’s the same thing.” Booster was sitting all the way up now, struggling to pull on his sweats again. He wouldn’t meet Ted’s eye. “Booster -”
“Look, it’s stupid, okay?” the younger man huffed, tying the cord with some violence. “I don’t want to fight about it.”
“Neither do I, so please - Booster, listen -”
As he saw him about to stand to leave, Ted sprang and tackled Booster back to the couch, pinning him with his hands on either side of his face. Booster looked up at him, frowning, and Ted kicked himself. How had he made such a mess of this?
“I liked Babs, sure,” Ted told him, searching his eyes. “She’s gorgeous, she’s brilliant, she’s funny -”
Booster rolled his eyes and looked away. Ted cupped his cheek to make him meet his eyes again.
“But she wasn’t you, Boost. Nobody is.” He brought his face close to his, close enough they were sharing breath. “I brought her up in the Bug once. Got this close to kissing her.” He pecked Booster on the lips. “And I didn’t. Told her we should just be friends.” Ted settled back on Booster’s lap, one leg dangling off the side of the couch. He cocked his head to the side, regarding Booster with a soft expression that he hoped conveyed as much as he was feeling. “That’s why we only cyber-did it, and why I’m sitting here on top of you without any pants on.”
Booster laughed a little at that, slowly coming around.
“You don’t regret it?” he asked, crossing his arms behind his head.
Ted shook his head. “Not for a second. I just wish we’d started sooner.”
Booster nodded, as if to himself. “Me, too.” After a moment he added, “I love you.”
“And I love you.” Ted answered, smile spreading across his face. He clapped Booster’s thigh declaratively. “Right. Still feeling up for those smoothies?”
Booster shook his head. “I stuck it in the fridge. I’ll have it later.”
“Thank god. I’ll call for take-out.”