Irresistible, part 3: The shower scene
Hurray! I finally finished part 3!
Booster leaned over the table, one gloved hand resting in the pool of liquid and shattered glass, the other reaching up to cup Beetle’s chin. “Ted,” he whispered, “I’ve really missed you lately. You’re always so busy. I just want,” he leaned forward, “to spend a little time with you. Can’t we do that?”
“Sure.” It was hard to focus on Booster’s face this close. “Anything you want.”
The kiss started slow and gentle, but neither of them had ever been very good at taking things slow, especially when given encouragement. However, it is very difficult to have a decent make out session while separated by a table, so they soon pulled apart.
“Um, Booster, about this experiment I’m working on…”
“Doesn’t matter.” Booster climbed onto the table and started crawling across it.
“The glass!”
“Power suit. Apply to withstand energy blasts, super-strength punches, and broken glass.”
Beetle edged away from the table, towards the left and the door. Instead of getting off the table and walking like a normal person, Booster continued crawling across the table, altering his path to follow Beetle’s. Vaguely, Beetle remembered watching a movie with Booster where a woman approached her lover the same way. He’d mentioned how hot he thought it was. It was even hotter now.
No! Best friend! Male best friend! Male best friend under the influence of sex drug! Incredibly hot and sexy male best friend under the influence of sex drug and covered in chocolate sauce!
That was not a helpful mental image. Beetle closed his eyes and took a cleansing breath. Which, considering the amount of pheromones in the air, completely failed to cleanse. He did manage to remember seeing some Hershey’s syrup in the fridge though. He was trying to decide whether he should try heating it up and risk burning Booster, or just pour it over him cold when Booster, apparently having taken advantage of Beetle’s distraction to get off the table and across the room, grabbed Beetle’s hips and pulled him close.
The kiss was definitely better without a table in the way. Beetle ran his hands down Booster’s back, then up to his hair. He couldn’t feel anything. Annoyed, he pulled back and wiggled free of Booster’s embrace, ignoring Booster’s protest. Quickly he peeled off his gloves and cowl, then pressed close to Booster, pushing his goggles up and combing his fingers through the blond hair. Much better.
Booster seemed to agree, pulling his goggles the rest of the way off and bending his head to gently bite the other man’s neck.
“This isn’t right,” Beetle managed to gasp out. “We’re not in control of ourselves.”
“You should lose control sometimes. It’s good for you.”
“Not what I meant. We need to wash this stuff off before--Booster I can’t think when you do that.”
“Thinking’s overrated,” Booster muttered, hands still massaging Beetle’s ass.
“I’m serious. We need to shower and-”
“Okay!” Booster grabbed Beetles hand and dragged him out of the room. They were halfway down the hall before Beetle realized that maybe Booster had misunderstood the reason for the shower.
Neither of the men were paying any attention to their surroundings (unless you consider Booster’s butt to be a surrounding, in which case Ted was paying a lot of attention) so they didn’t notice when they passed some of their teammates.
“What are those two up to now?” Sue demanded.
“Tramps,” Fire snarled.
“Bea!” Ice looked shocked and hurt.
“Not you,” Fire reassured her, “I meant them.”
“You can’t call them tramps, they’re boys.”
Sue watched as Booster pulled an unprotesting Beetle down the hall. “I don’t know, for some reason, ‘tramps’ seems like a really good description of them right now.”
Completely oblivious to the unusually catty reaction they had caused (which was a shame, because Beetle would have loved to learn what response female pheromones triggered in other females), the two men reached the locker room and darted inside. Booster let go of Beetle to do a quick scan of the room and make sure they were alone, while Beetle locked the door and shoved benches in front of it. Not that he was planning on doing anything that would be embarrassing if they were interrupted, but he figured it might be a bit awkward to explain if anyone came in before the two of them got rinsed off and had higher brain functions working again.
Except his brain did seem to be working. He had enough sense to realize he was drugged and to figure out how to fix things. Leaving the pheromone-filled lab had helped a lot. This was good. That meant it shouldn’t take much to get Booster to behave, and then they could shower and everything would be fine and they could laugh about it while swearing never to mention this again.
Booster came up behind Beetle, wrapping one arm around the brunette’s waist and pulling him close, his other hand sliding down the front of Ted’s tights.
Ted’s brain shut down.
Booster, however, was still focused on the idea of a shower, so after a quick grope, he pulled Ted towards the back of the room, pushing him into one of the stalls and turning on the water before stepping under the spray with his friend. Ted grabbed Booster’s shoulder, spinning them both so Booster was against the wall, and kissed him, fumbling for the hidden catch on the suit. Booster had managed to push Ted’s shirt up part way, and was rubbing Ted’s nipples. Ted pulled back to peel off his shirt. He paused, blinking as the water ran into his eyes, as he watched Booster wiggle out of his power suit until he was down to briefs.
“Ted,” Booster whispered, “You are taking way too long. Strip and come here.”
“No.”
Booster looked puzzled. “No?”
Ted slowly backed out of the shower stall. “I know you’re still confused, but trust me on this one. You’re drugged. We both need to shower-separately-to wash off the pheromones. Then we’ll talk. You stay right here until you can think clearly again, okay?”
“I don’t want to.” Booster stepped forward, holding out his hand.
“Tell you what, you take a shower, and I’ll take a shower, and after we’re both nice and clean, we can…do other stuff, okay? Just get really, really clean for me first.”
“And then we can have sex?”
“Yes, Booster, if you still want to, we can have sex after the shower.”
“Can’t we have a shower together? I’ll scrub your back.”
“No. You stay right there, okay? And I’ll just be in the next stall.” Ted pulled the curtain shut on Booster and ran over to the next shower, turning the water on cold and pulling off the rest of his costume. He’d have to be sure to wash that really well before wearing it again.
He stood there for a few minutes, shivering and thinking very determinedly about Kord Industries’ quarterly earnings, until a wet and mostly naked Booster pulled back the curtain.
“What just happened?” he demanded.
TBC
Part 4 should be up soon, but it'll be short.
Booster leaned over the table, one gloved hand resting in the pool of liquid and shattered glass, the other reaching up to cup Beetle’s chin. “Ted,” he whispered, “I’ve really missed you lately. You’re always so busy. I just want,” he leaned forward, “to spend a little time with you. Can’t we do that?”
“Sure.” It was hard to focus on Booster’s face this close. “Anything you want.”
The kiss started slow and gentle, but neither of them had ever been very good at taking things slow, especially when given encouragement. However, it is very difficult to have a decent make out session while separated by a table, so they soon pulled apart.
“Um, Booster, about this experiment I’m working on…”
“Doesn’t matter.” Booster climbed onto the table and started crawling across it.
“The glass!”
“Power suit. Apply to withstand energy blasts, super-strength punches, and broken glass.”
Beetle edged away from the table, towards the left and the door. Instead of getting off the table and walking like a normal person, Booster continued crawling across the table, altering his path to follow Beetle’s. Vaguely, Beetle remembered watching a movie with Booster where a woman approached her lover the same way. He’d mentioned how hot he thought it was. It was even hotter now.
No! Best friend! Male best friend! Male best friend under the influence of sex drug! Incredibly hot and sexy male best friend under the influence of sex drug and covered in chocolate sauce!
That was not a helpful mental image. Beetle closed his eyes and took a cleansing breath. Which, considering the amount of pheromones in the air, completely failed to cleanse. He did manage to remember seeing some Hershey’s syrup in the fridge though. He was trying to decide whether he should try heating it up and risk burning Booster, or just pour it over him cold when Booster, apparently having taken advantage of Beetle’s distraction to get off the table and across the room, grabbed Beetle’s hips and pulled him close.
The kiss was definitely better without a table in the way. Beetle ran his hands down Booster’s back, then up to his hair. He couldn’t feel anything. Annoyed, he pulled back and wiggled free of Booster’s embrace, ignoring Booster’s protest. Quickly he peeled off his gloves and cowl, then pressed close to Booster, pushing his goggles up and combing his fingers through the blond hair. Much better.
Booster seemed to agree, pulling his goggles the rest of the way off and bending his head to gently bite the other man’s neck.
“This isn’t right,” Beetle managed to gasp out. “We’re not in control of ourselves.”
“You should lose control sometimes. It’s good for you.”
“Not what I meant. We need to wash this stuff off before--Booster I can’t think when you do that.”
“Thinking’s overrated,” Booster muttered, hands still massaging Beetle’s ass.
“I’m serious. We need to shower and-”
“Okay!” Booster grabbed Beetles hand and dragged him out of the room. They were halfway down the hall before Beetle realized that maybe Booster had misunderstood the reason for the shower.
Neither of the men were paying any attention to their surroundings (unless you consider Booster’s butt to be a surrounding, in which case Ted was paying a lot of attention) so they didn’t notice when they passed some of their teammates.
“What are those two up to now?” Sue demanded.
“Tramps,” Fire snarled.
“Bea!” Ice looked shocked and hurt.
“Not you,” Fire reassured her, “I meant them.”
“You can’t call them tramps, they’re boys.”
Sue watched as Booster pulled an unprotesting Beetle down the hall. “I don’t know, for some reason, ‘tramps’ seems like a really good description of them right now.”
Completely oblivious to the unusually catty reaction they had caused (which was a shame, because Beetle would have loved to learn what response female pheromones triggered in other females), the two men reached the locker room and darted inside. Booster let go of Beetle to do a quick scan of the room and make sure they were alone, while Beetle locked the door and shoved benches in front of it. Not that he was planning on doing anything that would be embarrassing if they were interrupted, but he figured it might be a bit awkward to explain if anyone came in before the two of them got rinsed off and had higher brain functions working again.
Except his brain did seem to be working. He had enough sense to realize he was drugged and to figure out how to fix things. Leaving the pheromone-filled lab had helped a lot. This was good. That meant it shouldn’t take much to get Booster to behave, and then they could shower and everything would be fine and they could laugh about it while swearing never to mention this again.
Booster came up behind Beetle, wrapping one arm around the brunette’s waist and pulling him close, his other hand sliding down the front of Ted’s tights.
Ted’s brain shut down.
Booster, however, was still focused on the idea of a shower, so after a quick grope, he pulled Ted towards the back of the room, pushing him into one of the stalls and turning on the water before stepping under the spray with his friend. Ted grabbed Booster’s shoulder, spinning them both so Booster was against the wall, and kissed him, fumbling for the hidden catch on the suit. Booster had managed to push Ted’s shirt up part way, and was rubbing Ted’s nipples. Ted pulled back to peel off his shirt. He paused, blinking as the water ran into his eyes, as he watched Booster wiggle out of his power suit until he was down to briefs.
“Ted,” Booster whispered, “You are taking way too long. Strip and come here.”
“No.”
Booster looked puzzled. “No?”
Ted slowly backed out of the shower stall. “I know you’re still confused, but trust me on this one. You’re drugged. We both need to shower-separately-to wash off the pheromones. Then we’ll talk. You stay right here until you can think clearly again, okay?”
“I don’t want to.” Booster stepped forward, holding out his hand.
“Tell you what, you take a shower, and I’ll take a shower, and after we’re both nice and clean, we can…do other stuff, okay? Just get really, really clean for me first.”
“And then we can have sex?”
“Yes, Booster, if you still want to, we can have sex after the shower.”
“Can’t we have a shower together? I’ll scrub your back.”
“No. You stay right there, okay? And I’ll just be in the next stall.” Ted pulled the curtain shut on Booster and ran over to the next shower, turning the water on cold and pulling off the rest of his costume. He’d have to be sure to wash that really well before wearing it again.
He stood there for a few minutes, shivering and thinking very determinedly about Kord Industries’ quarterly earnings, until a wet and mostly naked Booster pulled back the curtain.
“What just happened?” he demanded.
TBC
Part 4 should be up soon, but it'll be short.