From the kink!meme


A Sharp Dressed Man


The best thing about sharing a branch company with your best friend, Booster thought idly on the elevator ride up, was that no one questioned why he stopped by, even if it was for ‘I’m bored and we haven’t hung out in a while’ reasons. Whistling an absent tune to himself, Booster stepped out of the elevator and into the reception area where the cute woman behind the desk perked up at his appearance.

“Mr. Gold,” Daria smiled winningly- Booster loved having that affect on people, “always a pleasure. I’m afraid Mr. Kord is in a meeting. He’s trying to convince some investors to fund a new project.”

“So he’s either going to come back in a very good mood or a very pissed one, thanks for the warning,” Booster leaned on the counter and smiled back, watching Daria flush and trying not to giggle at him. It wasn’t serious flirting on either of their parts, but Booster liked the attention and Daria liked having someone to talk to that wasn’t her boss. Which was a pity- Booster would bet she’d appreciate Ted’s bad sense of humor without the tension of her job between them.

The elevator dinged, drawing both their attention and Ted’s signature laugh was the first thing to come out of the doors. He was in there with a dark skinned older woman and someone who was apparently her assistant as he kept himself out of the way and virtually invisible as the other two talked. Daria gave a little ‘huh’.

“Looks like they finished early. I’m guessing this is a good sign.”

Booster, however, was struck speechless. Fumbling for words he told Daria, “Someone had to have dressed Ted this morning.”

Her sly smile went unnoticed. “You like? There’s a small wardrobe in Mr. Kord’s office for me to pick out his outfit for important meetings like the one he just had.”

“Whatever he’s paying you isn’t nearly enough.”

“You should tell him that in your meeting.”

Across the way, Ted was exchanging some final words with the woman before stepping back and bidding her and her assistant farewell. The elevator shut and Ted walked toward them, beaming happily and Booster found himself mesmerized. Ted’s charcoal gray suit was perfectly tailored, the jacket fitting nicely over his solid frame, bringing out the red of his auburn hair. His shirt was crisp and almost impossibly white and the blue and silver stripes on his tie made Ted’s eyes that much bluer, that much brighter. Booster thought Daria should stop being Ted’s secretary and just pick out his clothes every day.

“Mr. Gold,” Ted greeted with the kind of teasing, bright smile that always made Booster’s insides wobbly, “dropping by unannounced again, I see.”

“Well, if you can’t make the time for me, I’m sure Daria can,” and though Booster flashed a charming grin, he just wanted to step back and stare at Ted some more.

Ted laughed and clapped a hand on Booster’s shoulder. “Inside, buddy. No distracting my hourly-wage workers.” He threw a grin and wave at Daria as he pushed Booster into the office beyond. Once the door closed, Ted strode to his desk, stretching as he went. “So what’s up? I’m guessing you’re just stopping by for the hell of it again?”

“Pretty much. So what’s next on your agenda?”

“Nothing for a while, actually,” Ted unbuttoned his jacket and fell in his chair with a sigh. “Meeting finished early, so I’ve got a few hours to kill.”

“Oh, good,” Booster discreetly locked the door before going to perch on the edge of Ted’s desk. “You look good, by the way.”

“Thanks. Daria’s got a talent at making me look good.” Ted paused as Booster reached over to button up his jacket again, hands smoothing out the jacket. “Um...”

“Really good.”

“Really thanks?” The corner of Ted’s mouth quirked up. “You got something on your mind?”

Booster’s hand traveled up the lapel, traced the shirt collar and his fingers threaded at the hair at the back of Ted’s neck. “Daria says you have a wardrobe of suits in here.”

“That’s right.”

“So you have extra clothes, right?”

Ted shifted, the heat and intent of Booster’s gaze finally translating in his head. “Okay, I think I have an idea of how good you think I look.”

“Good.” And then Booster leaned in and captured Ted’s mouth with his. He sucked at Ted’s lower lip until Ted’s mouth opened and Booster licked at his teeth, the roof of his mouth, every inch possible. Ted made a pleased sound, tiling his head back, making Booster slide off the desk and lean over the chair. Booster’s hand roamed over the suit, caught in the feel of the material, following every seam, the way it flowed over Ted’s body.

Ted eventually pulled away and if he looked good in his suit before, he looked twice as hot now with his cheeks flushed, mouth wet and used and looking at Booster like he was two seconds away from pouncing on him. “Not that I’m complaining,” he said, breath coming out in quick pants, “but you’ve seen me in suits before.”

Booster scoffed. “In suits of your own picking. Meaning clashing colors and patterns and ‘are you sure you’re not blind’ styles.”

“Pfft. It was the ‘80s- that was the style.”

“Trust me,” a hand tugged at Ted’s hair lightly, giving Booster enough room to run kisses down his jaw and neck, “you look much sexier in this style.”

They kissed again, long and deep and Ted pulled Booster in until he was straddling Ted’s knees. Booster fisted Ted’s jacket, squirming distractingly and Ted groaned. His hands crept up between them, undoing Booster’s shirt as they went, palms sliding over the broad chest beneath. But when Ted moved to undress himself, Booster’s hands were suddenly on his wrist.

“No,” he said between dropping kisses against Ted’s lips and chin, “keep them on. I want to feel them.”

Ted’s mouth stretched into a grin. “And you say I’ve got weird kinks.”

“Are you objecting to this?”

“Not at all.”

“Then obviously you share my weird kinks on top of your own.”

Ted chuckled and pulled Booster in for another kiss. “That goes both ways, buddy.” He watched as Booster leaned back, shrugging out of his shirt. Every time he undressed, Ted always looked at him with unabashed awe and every time that happened Booster always fell in love with him all over again. Booster kissed Ted again, rubbing up against the suit and shivering at the cool silk of his tie, the soft warmth of the jacket. Ted pulled back and nipped at Booster’s lip. “One stipulation, though.”

“Yeah?” Booster asked, climbing off Ted’s lap to pull down his pants and briefs.

“I get to fuck you on my desk.”

“God yes.”

Ted snickered at Booster’s enthusiasm though, at the appearance of Booster’s erection, the grin turned into a leer. “Well, I see you obviously like the idea.”

Booster cleared off the desk and hopped on. “Let’s just say,” he leaned back, legs spread in a pose he practiced in a mirror to look as alluring as possible, “I’m open to the idea.”

Ted leaned in, fitting himself between Booster’s thighs and gave him another long kiss. Booster clutched at Ted’s shoulders, purring at the feel of the suit brushing against his cock and he couldn’t help rocking his hips.

Ted groaned against Booster’s lips, “Oh, I am not looking forward to explaining these stains.”

“Worry about stains later. Right now you should be focused on getting inside me.”

“Right, right.” Then, abruptly, Ted froze. “Wait- what do we have for lube?”

Booster’s eyes widened. “You better have something because I am not waiting.”

An eyebrow rose at him. “My, aren’t you a pushy bottom? Unless you want some really expensive moisturizer up your ass, I think we’ll just have to go with the basics of basics.”

Booster’s eyes crossed as Ted brought two fingers up close to his face. Then he got it, “Wait a minute-“

“Didn’t you say you weren’t gonna wait?”

“Maybe! But spit on it’s own?”

Ted turned his hand, caressing Booster’s cheek. “I’ll be gentle,” and though there was a hint of teasing there, Ted’s expression and tone was compassionate and affectionate. Booster sighed dramatically.

“The things I do to have sex with you,” he said before turning he head and sucking Ted’s fingers into his mouth.

“I know, it’s such a chore.” Then a hand was on Booster’s dick, open-palm pressing it against Ted’s suit jacket as he rubbed against the length. Even if Booster weren’t sucking on Ted’s fingers, his only retort was a low, full-bodied moan.

Ted withdrew his hand, gently probing against Booster’s opening. It was slow work, but Ted didn’t seem to mind. Not with the way that Booster was slowly reduced to a moaning, writhing mess as he was carefully stretched. He panted, body arching off the desk like a golden beam, hands alternately clutching at Ted’s hair, his shoulders, running down his arms and back and gripping his suit. Booster’s cock steadily leaked precum that dripped on his stomach, on Ted’s hand and smeared over his jacket, but neither of them cared; Ted was practically hypnotized by Booster underneath him and Booster kept trembling and whispering Ted’s name over and over.

By that point Ted was practically humping Booster’s thigh. “Please tell me you’re ready,” he said weakly, his forehead pressed against Booster’s shoulder.

“I’m tempted to say no,” Booster forced out unevenly, “but I really need you right now.”

“Thank God,” Ted pulled back just enough to unzip his slacks. With Ted standing there, disheveled and licking his lips, still fully dressed in that delectable suit and his dick erect and dark red and leaking from the opening of his pants- it made Booster shiver all over, squeezing the base of his cock as want and love flooded him.

“Oh Ted,” he moaned, wishing he had a camera to capture that moment, trying to memorize every nuance possible. “So hot, Ted, you’re amazing. Love you.”

Ted leaned in to kiss him, slowly pushing his way in. “Love you, too,” he murmured. Booster’s head stretched back, groaning deep and hands flexing until Ted was seated fully and Ted kissed at Booster’s neck and chest and shoulders. “You’re beautiful, you’re perfect, God, Booster- you need to look like this all the time.”

His lips quirked up, “Literally all the time?”

“Yes. On my desk, in bed, on the couch- anywhere and everywhere.”

“Even in public?”

“Only if we don’t get arrested for it.”

Booster pulled him in for a sloppy kiss. “You always say the nicest things.”

“It’s part of my charm,” and then, just because he knew it would annoy Booster later, Ted interrupted his retort by shifting his hips, leaving Booster gasping. His hips pistoned hard and fast, wrenching gasping moans out of Booster’s throat with each hit home. Ted’s tie fell out of his jacket, pooling and shifting over Booster’s chest, the zipper of his slacks biting the backs of Booster’s thighs.

“More, Ted. Faster, more!”

“Anything,” he panted against Booster’s chest, fist on his cock, jacking him off against his jacket again. “Anything for you.”

It was hard and messy and fast, filled with whimpers and gasps of ‘yes’, ‘so good’ and ‘more’. Booster pulled at Ted’s jacket and he probably stretched the seams but Ted was so big, so hot and Booster’s nerves were crackling with blue lightning that burst behind his eyes as he choked out Ted’s name, cumming in waves that Ted’s hand milked out. Ted followed soon after, biting Booster’s shoulder with a muffled cry.

Ted collapsed on Booster and he could feel Ted’s heart fluttering wildly against his chest. He lazily ran his fingers through Ted’s sweat-curled hair and gave a hum of satisfaction. “So I’m thinking,” Ted drawled against Booster’s throat, “I should let you know every time I have a fancy meeting like this.”

“I’ll be sure to bring lube with me next time.” Booster gave a hiss as Ted pulled out. “Oh yeah. That’s gonna be sore.”

“I’ll make it up to you. Tonight we’ll order in some pizza, have some wine, I’ll give you a massage...”

Booster’s eyes lit up, “With that fancy, scented oil?”

Ted grinned back, almost more content than was humanly possible, “Then maybe unwind in the hot tub- supposed to be good for sore muscles, I hear.”

Booster drew Ted in for a kiss, heat stirring up inside him again. “When do you get off work again?”

“I’m the boss- whenever I want to.”

“Good. We’re getting an early start on the evening.”

Their evening started a little later because Ted needed to change suits and Booster nearly had an orgasmic experience when he looked into Ted’s office wardrobe, but neither really cared. Not when they had all the time in the world and each other.

And a JLI prompt: Ted and Booster get in trouble, let's say with something involving one of the girls, and Max decides to punish them by making them clean his bathroom and/or office...in maid uniforms.

Maybe leads to sexytimes with Max walking in on them/watching?

https://plus4chan.org/boards/coq/res/42511.html#44130

probably just a coloring error, but the eye color change might be significant...

by ghettolibretto on tumblr.

I need this AU right now.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LpW2rZlC14E

Adorkable.

>>44352

That is AMAAAAAAZING~

I actually think my favorite part is Booster's Pebbles Flintstone hair.

http://blog.newsarama.com/2010/06/13/jaime-reyes-blue-beetle-coming-to-the-small-screen/

NOT SURE IF WANT.

>>44447
I think a cartoon would have been way better, but HOLY CRAP YAY. Let's just hope they do the transformation scenes accurately so we can get glimpses of Jaime booty.
...He is legal, right?

>>44447

...You know what? This means we might actually get LIVE-ACTION TED AND BOOSTER (AND GUY) AS WELL.

>>44447
DO WANT
also, that suit fic, hnng yes.

>>44520

More Ted and Booster/JLI in suits pics?

>>44250
>>44251

Mmmm. Yes.

Colours to come later, maybe.

>>44533
yes ma'am! will work on that.

Bumping with a terrible suit and some Max Ass.
but seriously, that suit is pretty bad.

>>44579
>How can you stab me in the back like this
>stab me in the back
Uh, Max...

SUPERBUDDIES!

I got roped into making this in a drawfag thread. One good bromance deserves another, right?

>>44637

You're the BEST.

>>44637
omg i lost it at the end

>>44637

Oh God. We need a series of these.

In other news, I ended up getting the fourth JLI trade today, and I pretty much squee'd throughtout the Max-discovers-his powers issue and freaked out during the brainwashed-Ted-goes-badass-and-tries-to-kill-Max issue. So much awesome. I also found a Time Masters trade, so I'l get to freak out/squee over blond!Rip as well.

- JLI had two issues dedicated almost entirely to Max contemplating his humanity.
-Ted and Booster are really good at the double-ass shot
-Guy flies through a spaceship
-Ted and Booster both trying to flirt with Wonder Woman at the same time
-Bea and Oberon are cute together
- "Ah...Amanda! The charm just OOZES out of you, as usual!"
"Ah...Max! All the sincerity of a SNAKE, as usual!"
"Geez! You'd never know you two actually LIKED each other!"
"WE DO NOT!"
- Guy and Ice vs. Black Hand. Guy and Ice snarking at each other.
- Interviewing JLI candidates: (Firestorm)"What has my sexual orientation got to do with anything?" "I'm Major Force! I don't need refrences!"
-Max - "Really? You have my permission to slap me if I do it again."
- Barda:"I'm going down to get my mega-rod. Then we'll get serious!"
- Ted's mind is filled with hot babes.
-There are too serious storylines mixed in with the funny, like in Cable and Deadpool.
-Detective Maguire.
-Max is in trouble, and the first person he (unknowingly) reaches with his new powers? Ted.
-Max mind-wammys Huntress into joining the JLI. And is an adorable smug bastard.
-Everyone looks adorable/pretty/gah.
-THIS SERIES.

The writing in the 1st Time Masters mini series is...ah, a little fast pace. So much so that you might wonder why the characters are making these choices. It's much darker than you'd expect. I still like it for the cuteness of Booster/JLI, blond Rip in goggles, etc.

What is this doing on the un-first page?

>>44852

OUCH MY HEART

That's gorgeous!

Latest from the kink meme
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"But..." Booster's mouth opened and closed uselessly for a few moments as he stared at the rapidly vanishing form of he who claimed to be Hermes. "Butbutbut you can't be my patron god; I'm an atheist," he howled. Unhearing, or uncaring, the deity disappeared with a jaunty sparkle, leaving Booster Gold floating in midair over the city and making abortive strangling motions with both hands.

"Well, that was vaguely bizarre," Beetle said beside him. Booster turned. He was dangling from Bug's skywire and gazing at Booster with a thoughtful look behind his goggles.

Booster didn't shout at Beetle. Much. "Vaguely? I just got adopted or something by somebody I don't believe in! What's he mean, patron? What does he even do?"

Beetle scratched his chin. "If I remember right, he's the patron god of travelers, tricksters, and...er, thieves."

"Hey!"

"Well, sorry! That's just the way the mythology goes. Ah, Booster?"

"What?" Booster snapped.

The Beetle cowl crinkled in a way that meant Ted was probably wrinkling his forehead. "Do you feel all right?"

"Yes..." Booster said slowly, surreptitiously checking to make sure all his limbs were in place and he hadn't suddenly grown breasts. (Hey, it happened sometimes.) "A little itchy, maybe."

"It's just...you're glowing. A little. Around the shoulders." Beetle gestured helpfully.

Booster twisted around, trying to see his own back. Beetle swore, sounding weirdly awed.

"Booster, get in the Bug right now. We should land."

"What?" Booster tried to squash down the panic that was welling up again, despite the...Hermes...whatever thing's disappearance. "What's wrong?"

"Wellll..."

"Spit it out, Beetle, you're freaking me out!"

Beetle sighed audibly. "Chalk up one more for the magic-is-frakking-annoying-and-makes-my-sciencey-brain-hurt list. You appear to be growing wings."

* * * (w) * * *

Beetle managed to convince Booster into the Bug and sitting, which was good because the itching stopped pretty quickly and changed into hurting like hell. And Booster Gold knew more about pain than he wanted. He tried to keep quiet, but from the worried looks Ted kept shooting him and the slightly frantic jokes, he probably wasn't doing too well. He couldn't honestly devote too much brain power to feeling bad about that though, because it was pretty much all dedicated to OW.

* * * (w) * * *

Sometime later - Booster wasn't keeping track too well, what with his processing speed slowing to match the throbbing pain echoing through his chest and back - Beetle pulled him into an apartment and stripped off the top of his costume. It was pretty well shredded down the back where the wings had burst through.

"Here, ibuprofen." Beetle pressed a few pills into one hand and a cool glass into the other. Booster tossed them back automatically, gulping the water and settling himself, hunched over, on what he vaguely recognized as Ted's bed.

Beetle was back again, cowl pushed back, pressing a cool pack against his chest. Booster went limp, forehead leaning against Ted's shoulder. "Ow," he muttered into the fabric.

The pain slowly dulled, fading to a manageable throbbing ache.

Ted's voice stirred his hair. "Luckily, I guess he decided to make it heal quickly... I think muscle strain usually takes months rather than hours."

"Sprock all gods," Booster muttered.

* * * (w) * * *

"Well?"

"It's not like I've studied human aerodynamics a lot, but they should work," Beetle replied, edging around Booster's wings. His twenty foot wingspan took up most of the room. He grinned. "And man, think of the publicity you can milk out of this. You look positively angelic."

Booster stuck out his tongue and flexed his shoulders experimentally. His wings, feathers shading from the same bright blond of his hair to a sort of golden-wheat color, shivered, then flapped gently. He lifted about two inches into the air and sent papers fluttering.

"How is it working?" Ted asked, excitedly, fingers tracing unselfconsciously over Booster's pectorals. "How are you controlling them? Is it like moving your arms or more of an automatic response like blinking?"

Booster shrugged, which threw off his rhythm and dropped him abruptly back to the floor. "I don't know. I'm moving them on purpose, but it's like I don't have to think about how they work."

"Hmm..." Ted's fingers abandoned Booster's chest to trace along the base of the wings.

Booster shuddered. That felt weird and also kind of amazing, but Ted had the science gleam in his eyes so he tried to shove it to the back of his mind.

Ted was muttering equations under his breath, but broke off to order, "Flap hard. Just once. I need to see how this is going to affect your balance."

Booster did, and all the papers in the room took off in a tornado of wind along with a fine golden dust that spun around both men, leaving them wide-eyed and windblown.

"Wow," Booster breathed. Ted's eyes were really blue. "Can you touch my wings again? That felt kind of amazing and did I say that out loud?"

Ted nodded wordlessly, still staring at him.

"Oh."

Ted cleared his throat. "I'm not gay."

"Neither am I."

"I might be willing to consider 'bisexual' though," Ted informed him. It was a little muffled, as Ted said it with his mouth plastered to Booster's throat. Booster thought he'd got the gist of it anyway though, which was good, considering the somewhat embarrassing whine he was making because Ted's fingers were buried in the small feathers at the base of his wings and Ted was preening him, which prickled his new nerve endings like warm fur against bare skin.

Booster's knees didn't appear to want to hold him up anymore. He sort of slumped to the floor, taking a cooperative Ted down with him. Ted maneuvered them so Booster ended up flat on his front, wings out and stretched flat as well, then hopped over him and straddled Booster's ass, immediately reburying his hands in Booster's feathers. Booster moaned appreciatively. This was challenging 'figuring out that his cock had more than one use' for best discovery ever. On second thought, the fact that Ted was involved actually pushed it over. Ted was panting and his cock was rubbing against Booster's ass in a friendly manner through a few layers of cloth, which was also amazing. In fact Ted, Ted's hands, and Ted's cock were rapidly lining up as Booster's favorite things. And then Ted's mouth was nipping gently at the skin of his shoulders, right where feather met flesh, and his tongue, hot and wet, curled deliberately around the join and Booster was shouting and shaking and coming.

* * * (w) * * *

After Booster had managed to scrape himself up from the Booster-shaped puddle of goo he'd melted into and given Ted an extremely enthusiastic than-you blowjob, he dragged them both to Ted's bedroom and folded them both into the bed. With one wing folded along his back, himself wrapped around Ted, and the other wing blanketing them both he settled down with a sigh of deep contentment.

"Well," Ted observed sleepily, "I guess Hermes decided to give you more than one present."

Booster hummed noncommittally, loath to assign any virtue to the actions of a random deity.

Ted snickered. "Either that or we both just got bitten by a random love bug."

Booster swatted him.

"Birds and the bee...tles?"

"Grife," Booster groaned. "Sleep."

Ted laughed, then pressed a kiss to Booster's ear. "All right."

>>44869

D'aaaaw, Hermes and d'aaaaw, Ted making stupid jokes at the end.

aaaah i have not contributed in ages. i am sorry! have been busy with Very Important Things, and all.

but anyway, SUITS.

Have we seen this yet?

Here's an article:
http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/2010/06/15/opening-the-vault-%E2%80%93-a-live-action-blue-beetle/

>>44902
>>44901
We've been freaking out over it in the Jaime thread!

>>44893

LOL TITLE

I FEEL REALLY BAD FOR LAUGHING AT THIS.

>>44931
>>WHARF RATS

OH NOES BOOSTER RUN! RUN!

HNGGG GUYS

>>44938
STUPID SEXY MAX

>>44938
He kinda looks like James Bond in this one D:

>>44351
>>44352

I agree. This AU really, REALLY NEEDS TO HAPPEN.

>>44938

Argh - pictures not working for me, where's it from?

>>44955
http://dcu.blog.dccomics.com/2010/06/16/a-few-variant-covers-to-close-the-day/

>>44938
GOD DAMN IT MAX STOP BEING SEXY

I want fic where Max seduces someone now. WHY AM I SO OBSESSED WITH MAX?!?

>>44961

IDK, IT SEEMS TO BE A TREND LATELY. MIND CONTROL?

*still wants Max/Ted/Booster and Max/L-Ron, dang it*

And I want L-Ron to be in Generation Lost. And I still can't view that picture.

Screenshot from DCU Online.

>>44963
I really hope that we have a mission where you can fight with Booster and interact with him.

>>44964

YES. And he gives you cheesy thumbs-ups and stuff. And is a big woobie.

so here's a position i didn't know existed till last night*! does this even have a name?

*and now you know why i haven't been real active here this week

>>44967

*immature giggling*

And Max...'s reaction to this picture?

>>44963
>Spiffany's
> :D

>>44967
TED'S FAAAACE

>>44967
>> does this even have a name?
Probably. I've always known it as 'keep your legs like this'.

COLORS!

Do we still like suits? Here's Max, Ted and Booster wearing a suit. :)

>>45006
oh god, i don't even know where to start, the things i love about this picture.
TED'S FACE
MAX'S BOXERS
also, booster in a tie and a smile and not much else is clearly a theme we need to keep exploring.

>>45006
They're all still over dressed, but that looks like the best board meeting /ever/. In fact, someone needs to write that. Max/Booster/Ted doing it in a meeting room. On the table.

And probably Booster or Ted falling off the table at some point.

>>45006

LOL, how did this happen? Were they swimming/showering/having a threesome and someone stole Ted and Booster's clothes, so they had to divide up Max's?

Swimming...wet, dripping Booster is also a theme that needs exploring.

>>45012
yes. yes it is. along with DELICIOUS BOOSTER SANDWICHES.

fact: threesomes really don't work when one of the parties involved has a fierce jealous streak. trust me.

>>45013
I want this fic. Mmmm, jealous!possessive!Ted

>>45013

I think all three of them are fiercely possessive in their own way, just that Booster doesn't mind since HE'S the one getting all the attention.

I'd... actually find it really hilarious if they attempted a threesome and Max (unintentionally at first) starts edging Ted out of the action more and more. And of COURSE Ted would pick up on this and is petty enough to try edging Max out and it rapidly degenerates into both of them trying to outmaneuver each other and then to arguing and eventually Booster just gets so annoyed at them he gets up and says he's going to jack off in the bathroom while they get over themselves.

And then Max and Ted promptly argue over whose fault it was Booster left. Oh, boys.

>>45025

And then Max and Ted end up making out and having not-really-hate-maybe-just-kinda-very-annoyed-at-each-other-sex. Or Booster tells them they have to have sex with each other before they're allowed to touch him again. And everything is (sort of) good.

Ooooo, and Max and Ted making out in nice suits. And Max and Ted staring at Booster while he swims/works out or something. And Max and Ted DP-ing Booster.

(I am insanely happy that I finally get to see all three of them naked together, btw. Ftw. <3 )

>>45019
>>Mmmm, jealous!possessive!Ted
YESSSSSS.

>>45036
>>And Max and Ted DP-ing Booster

hnnnnnnnnggggg

>>44931
>>44934
related, reread this last night, fun fic if you've never seen it before-
http://community.livejournal.com/boostle/342475.html

Lulz, had to share. MAXINE. SOMEONE DRAW IT.

Spoiler'd because girls.

>>45013
Speaking of threesomes - Hey Insomniac you ever gonna finish the Tony/Booster/Ted crossover one?

>>45084
i'd like to! i've lost steam on it, but we'll see if i can get that back. you know how hard it is to write plot when you get into the habit of writing straight-up porn.

>>45116

If someone has a problem with you writing straight-up porn, they're in the wrong place.

LOL POOR MAX

>>45137
OH GOD THAT FACE

>>44962
If mind-control is true then I'm digging it.

Max and mind-control me anyday.

http://community.livejournal.com/boostle/399929.html?thread=5531449#t5531449
"Through some wacky time/space traveling hijinks, Booster ends up on Earth-11 (the genderbent universe, for those of you who don't know) and meets Teddi Kord. I'm not terribly familiar with the Earth-11 storylines, but I think that universe's Booster Gold had been the one that was killed, so maybe some hurt/comfort sex is in order?"

I WANT THIS SO BADLY ;_;

"I guess we could invite you to a threesome..."

"Booster!"

"What?! It might be fun!"

"Are you serious?"

"Why not? Max liked the idea! Right, Max?"

>>45299

HA HA HA OMG YES. THEIR FACES.

I PITY MAX BUT AT THE SAME TIME I ENVY HIM. GAH.


ALSO THIS FOR NO GOOD REASON: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pc1am3KyYgA&
IT NEEDS NO REASON!

>>45299
I can't stop giggling at Max's reactions at their almost rape faces.

And I bet I know where Ted's hand is haha

>>45299

Fuck. Booster. Don't ever stop looking like that. EVER.

>>45299
Max looks like he's thinking "You want to put your what in my where?"
I love it.

>Max and Ted DP'ing Booster

"You okay, buddy?"
"Nnhghh."

i'm also writing a bit based off this
>>45025
because really, how could i not

>>45356

I love this thread.

>>45356
...That...I didn't know...

...BUNK!

>>45356
HNGKJGLKGLKNSDNDJ

a;sldkfja first thing I've done on the computer in weeks aghghgh.

So sorry to interrupt your dastardly good threesome fun, but I'm wondering... Are there any high school AUs out there? I'm normally not into AUs, but this idea struck me the other day. I-it's not like I'm into nubile young boys who are most likely underage (only just)

>>45400

Have I mentioned how much I second this?

>>45356
dat file name! Holy shit this pic makes my stomach swoop. I love you, insomniac

>>45400
Booster's blush is too cute. Seconding the need for a high school AU

>>45400
Tim! Tim! Hey Tim!
I've always wanted to tell you that you are my favourite Boostle drawing person. Your style just fits them. ♥

>>45400
SO EFFING ADORABLE SO EFFING SAVED

I've been rolling around the High School AU idea since the pics upthread.

>>45356
I love how Max's hair always remains perfect, regardless of whatever sexual acrobatics that're going on.

>>45400
oh man, okay, i love this.
first thought: booster's failing math, he'll get kicked off the team if he doesn't get his grades up, so he ends up with this nerdy student tutoring him.

you see where this is going.

>>45464

O god, I want this to happen SO BAD.

>>45400
YAY TIM, haven't seen you around in a while. Booster's blush under the greasepaint (or whatever that's called) is awesome.

Took a bit of each of these
>>45025
>>45036
and worked them into something. (something unfinished.)

---

This was by no means the craziest thing they'd ever done, Ted thought, but it definitely made the list.

At first, it had just been a misunderstanding. Then it'd been a joke. And then, inexplicably, it'd stopped being a misunderstanding or a joke, and here they were. 'Here' being a hotel room, and 'they' being himself and Booster.

And Max.

The 'and Max' was what put this one squarely on the crazy-list. Not just that Max was there, no. He was there, and his shirt was unbuttoned, and he was biting Booster's ear and running his hands over the bare skin of Booster's back. Ted could feel it every time Booster shuddered - he was sensitive around the ears, he'd always been sensitive there - because he was pressed close against his chest, he was kissing Booster and kneading at his thighs and Booster soaked up the attention like he could live off it.

Crazy.

It had been Booster's idea, or it had been Max's, depending on how you looked at it. It hadn't been Ted's, but somehow when Booster had shrugged and given him that 'why not?' look, Ted had fallen right in and been swept away. The only thing weirder than what they were presently doing was how easy it was to just go with it. Granted, Max was their boss. And granted, he could be manipulative, narcissistic, and occasionally smarmy. In sum, not someone Ted would have just up and picked to sleep with on his own. But that wasn't really what was happening here. They might both be half-dressed by now - not for much longer, with Booster's clever fingers fumbling on Ted's belt - but they only touched each other fleetingly, when their hands happened to meet on the middle ground of Booster's skin. He was the center of it all, sandwiched there between them, and that was what made this work.

Ted reluctantly pulled away just long enough to squirm to the edge of the bed, shimmy out of his pants, and kick them aside. He was idly noting just how small the room was - Max had definitely gone for 'cheap and private' over...well, 'fancy and private' - when Booster's breath hitched on a moan that made him look back.

While he'd been undressing, Max had taken the opportunity to press closer against Booster's back, and now he had an arm around him and a hand rubbing intently over the conspicuous bulge in Booster's pants. Ted watched him, watched his eyelids flutter and his head tip back against Max's shoulder. He was unspeakably beautiful.

Watching wasn't good enough, and he crawled back over and leaned in - just a second before Max's other hand gripped Booster's chin and turned him enough to steal the kiss Ted had been going after. Ted was immediately irked, and he barely managed to wait till Booster had pulled back, panting softly, before pushing a hand into his hair and claiming back that mouth for himself. Booster moaned against his lips. He sounded overwhelmed, and Ted stroked his hair, slow and soothing.

"You good?" he whispered, when he finally had to stop and breathe. Booster just nodded hastily, then ducked his head forward with a groan, hips bucking.

"Hh...Max, come on," Booster panted, digging his nails into Ted's shoulders even as he looked back over his shoulder at Max. The man's fingers had found their way under the top of Booster's pants, but not far enough, and Booster was all but writhing at the tease. Max chuckled, which was somehow irritating, and Ted was the one who kissed the corner of Booster's mouth and hooked his thumbs into his pants. It took some coordinated wiggling, but they got them about halfway down before Booster lunged forward to kiss Ted, knocking him right onto his back. He loved Booster like this, flushed and clumsy with eagerness, and the heavy warmth of Booster's cock pressing into his thigh was a reward all its own. He pet Booster's hair, scratched at his back, bucked up against him, and almost didn't notice Max helpfully tugging Booster's pants the rest of the way off.

Then he heard another chuckle. "Don't get selfish, Ted. Who paid for this room?"

That caught Booster's attention, and to Ted's dismay, he sat up to look over at Max, eyes bright and curious. At some point, Max too had finished undressing, and lazily stroked himself, eyes locked on Booster's face all the while. He wasn't a bad-looking guy, for a middle-aged businessman; hardly what Ted had gotten used to, and it was still weird to see him in this context, but not bad. He couldn't hold Ted's interest, though; that kept sliding straight back to Booster. So did Max's, apparently, because the minute Booster sat up, Max reached for him, pulled him in close and coaxed his head back to mouth at his throat. Another sensitive spot; Booster hissed sharply and grabbed at Max's hair, fingers tightening when Max's hand left his cock and found Booster's instead. It was profoundly weird, seeing Booster arch and squirm and swear at someone else's hands like that. Ted wasn't sure he liked it.

Still. This wasn't personal, right? This was just another one of their crazy games, and nothing more. Nothing to feel threatened by. That extremely sound logic didn't stop him from sitting up as well, running his hand down Booster's chest, his stomach, kissing at his shoulder. When his hand bumped Max's, he paused; Max didn't, like he hadn't even noticed his knuckles brushing Ted's with every stroke of Booster's cock. On a sudden impulse, Ted swatted his hand away, and Booster let out a whine that turned into something much better when Ted's hand took Max's place. Max might be smug and confident, but he didn't know Booster the way Ted did. He didn't know that if you pressed your thumb right-- there ---that Booster would moan and shiver intensely, and Ted savored it, sinking his teeth against Booster's collarbone.

Then suddenly he was bumping into Max's hand again, and before he could really process what that meant, he felt Max's thumb flex, just where his had been, and Booster let out another near-cry and pitched forward and clung to both of them.

Oh. That was it. He'd done that on purpose.

Ted lifted his head, and Max was eyeing him along the smooth slope of Booster's clavicle, gaze dark. He didn't flinch. Neither did Ted.

It only escalated from there. Max tongued Booster's earlobe; Ted licked his nipple. Ted stroked Booster's hip; Max squeezed his ass. Max started mouthing his way down the smooth, trembling planes of Booster's stomach, and Ted caught on and folded forward to outpace him, lips wrapping around the head of Booster's cock. When that didn't deter Max from wriggling down and licking at the shaft, that was just the last straw.

"Do you mind?" Ted snapped, pulling his mouth off. Above him, Booster whined.

"I thought this was supposed to be a threesome," Max said dryly, licking his lips.

"Well---yeah, but---"

Max sniffed. "Too jealous to enjoy it?"

"Jealous?" Ted sputtered, indignant. "No! Of course not! But you, you're hogging him!"

"And you're not?"

"You started it!"

"I did not!"

"Max." That was Booster's voice; tight, strained and packing record amounts of annoyance into such a short syllable. "Ted." They both looked up. Booster was flushed ear to ear, panting. He looked gorgeous and disheveled and impatient. He did not look amused.

"If you two," he said, with visible effort, "If you two don't get it together and quit fighting, I swear I'm gonna walk out."

Ted couldn't keep his mouth shut. "Naked?"

Booster continued looking not-amused, though, so Ted shut up and just glanced to Max. Max eyed him right back, then smirked and lowered his mouth around Booster's cock. Not to be undone, Ted grumbled and mouthed at the base, tongue stroking up the underside. Threesome or not, Max was taking too many liberties here, and Ted had to do something about that, pulling back just long enough to suck two fingers damp and reach around Booster's hip, pressing at his entrance. Booster whimpered sharply, to Ted's unabashed satisfaction, and clutched tighter at his hair.

"Fuck, fuck, wait," he pleaded, but Max was still sucking at his head, so Ted didn't back off either. Booster shuddered hard when he worked a finger in, and hunched forward with a yelp when he started stroking in time with the motions of his tongue, the same pace Max seemed to be imitating. "Wait, stop----fuck!" he gasped, and even without hearing Max's muffled noise of surprise, Ted recognized the way Booster trembled, the way his hips jerked up sharply. He didn't stop licking and stroking till Booster finally slumped and shoved at both of their heads, and he felt a pang of smugness when Max pulled back, coughing and wiping his lips. He grinned up at Booster, but to his considerable surprise, Booster wasn't grinning back. He didn't even have that blown, blissed-out look Ted would have expected right about then,

He looked...frustrated.

Ted glanced to Max, who seemed equally surprised, then back up at Booster. He was still trying to catch his breath; when he finally managed it, he let out a huff. "You guys...You didn't let me---I wanted---gah," he finally grumbled, squirming back to slouch against the pillows. Ted was mystified.

"You came," he pointed out.

"Exactly! Too soon! I wanted to---"

"You wanted more than a blowjob," Max supplied with a sigh, looking rueful.

"Yes! I mean, what the hell were you guys doing down there, having a contest or something?"

Ted opted not to answer. So did Max. Booster looked between them, sighed, and got comfortable. "Just----kiss and make up or something."

"What?" Max, who'd been absently straightening out his hair, peered up at him.

"You heard me." Ted couldn't stop watching Booster's hand, lazily trailing over his own stomach. "I need a few minutes, so you two work this out and we'll try that again."

*TO BE CONTINUED*

>>45519

>>45519
SCREAMS YES rawrmaxted

>>45541
I'm completely distracted by the fact that in order for Booster's dick to be where it is he either has to be A.Bent forward a little or B.Very well hung. Either way HNGHHH

>>45551
I was aiming for both, so that works!

>>45552
Well then. My comment of HNGHHHH doesn't suffice now.

Oh man, I leave for two days to hang out with friends and I come back to PURE AWESOME. I love this thread and everyone in it.

>>45519

Augh...I can't...this is just...OH, YOU BOYS.


In my head, I usually place the threesomes after they've defeated crazy!evil!Max and gotten real!Max and Ted back somehow, because I think Max knowing that Ted was killed by someone he thought was him and that he'd been gone for a while, and Ted finding out that Max hadn't really betrayed them after all would make them be nicer to each other and the sex would be more emotional and cathartic and sappy and stuff basically. So (the point is), I'm interested in seeing how you're going to make this work.

(I think watching Booster pounding Max into the mattress and making him beg for it while he sucks Ted off would help. Or the other way around. Or just making Max beg for it.)

(Business suits would be hot too but they're already naked. Not that I'm complaining. Naked is good. But Booster totally has a suit fetish. And Max totally has a spandex/muscle fetish while we're at it.)

(And now I will shut up and let you get on with it.)

http://poisonivory.livejournal.com/516592.html#cutid1

Featuring entertaining old-school Beetle-ness, Ted's horrible fashion sense, and some interesting discussions in the comments.

high school au, huh?

one night, booster gets just too bored with studying and decides they should raid his dad's liquor cabinet. hijinks ensue.

"Give that back!"
"Make me."
"Give!---"
"Oof---"
"Uh."
"Hi."
"Hi."
"...Something you wanna tell me, Teddy?"
"Nonono. No. That's---"
"A flashlight in your pocket?"
"Oh, god..."

>>45063
I want Maxine/Female Ted hatesex now

fuck

>>45657

I want Maxine fanart. Chick in a tight black t-shirt or a well-tailored suit holding a gun, smoking a cigar, with a nosebleed and an evil smirk? Yesssssss.


I actually had a dream last night involving some JLI people, and Max had a teenage daughter named Maxine in it. I think her mother was a porn star that Max used to date and he didn't know about her until she went looking for him, probably because she begain manifesting powers or something. And then when I woke up I started making up this whole thing with her showing up at JLI headquarters, smoking and in a trashy outfit (because her mom is still in the porn industry and that can't really be good for a 14 year old) and Max immediatly starts taking care of her (because she's never had a real father figure), getting her a hotel room by his apartment and dragging Sue and Tora shopping with them to get her some proper clothing and acting like a daddy even before he sees the bloodwork. Yeah. It was weird. Like, cute weird, but still. Out of nowhere.

>>45660
NNnnng, I think I have Maxine fanart.
Lemme see if I can find it.

>>45660
Oh here it is.

Spoiler for no dicks

>>45662

Ooooooo, there definetly needs to be more of this. And that gun looks like...something else. And now I am thinking of her using that gun in...interesting ways on 63'd Teddy and it is wrong and hot and yeah.

>>45663
Nnnn, me too.

Fuck. I want fic.

>>45634

AAAAH, this is so great! FFF- I love this AU.

Ted Kord: Brilliant inventor. Renowned superhero. Successful businessman.

Couldn't dress himself if you paid him.

I like to think the shorts were a gift.

>>45673
dat filename.

Also holy shit Ted. Only you can look sexy while wearing....that

>>45673
Insomniac I never really get the chance to tell you how much I love you

>>45673
Dat body hair.

>>45673

Great, now I have a Ted-in-bad-outfits kink as well as the sexings/blowjobs-with-clothes-on kink I already had.

Max and Booster need to drag Ted out shopping for nice suits. Except Max has had some pretty unfashionable outfits as well, so Booster is going to end up picking out clothes for both of them. And Ted gets bored, and wacky hijinks will ensue, and then ugly tie bondage.

>>45784
See, now, I was about to go to bed, and then you went and posted a phrase like "ugly tie bondage", and how am I supposed to leave that alone?

>>45791

*evil laughter*

>>45662
Oh Maxine. You so smokin!

Also, I had a request for a drawfag, but it's not really queer or promotions so I'll hold off.

>>45784
>>45791

Curse you people and your sexy, tempting ways. Unfortunately I have homework to do, so no full on porn, but still. Stupid sexy ugly tie bondage.
---

Ted liked ties. He didn’t particularly like having to wear the suits that went with them, but he liked ties because there were just so many options with them. Large, skinny, short, plain, patterned- he probably had more ties than Bea had shoes. And he categorized them. Not into any real categorizing like ‘these are the bright colors, these are neutral colors, these have stripes, these are seasonal, etc, etc’. No, Ted’s ties were more nonsensical (to anyone that wasn’t him, of course). His categories were ‘these are fun, these are silly, these are for ‘blah’ days, these are suave designs’. Of course, let it be known that Ted’s sense of style was radically different than most. He was aware of this and had, in fact, a category of ties he liked to call the ‘what the hell, Ted’ ties. Named because they always got his favorite tie-related reaction out of Booster- the nominal ‘What the hell, Ted?’ reaction. Ted loved those ties simply because he loved Booster’s reaction- never failed to cheer him up.

Ted wasn’t too sure how he felt about Booster using his ‘what the hell, Ted’ ties to, well, tie him up, but turned on was a viable option. He was on his knees, naked, a Hawaiian print tie wrapping his right wrist to his right ankle, an Argyll tie wrapping his left wrist and ankle together. A florescent green and purple one hung loosely around his neck- that is, until Booster reached down and tightened it so it lay properly against Ted’s collarbone. Humming in approval, Booster continued to pace around Ted, examining the collection of ties, figuring out his next move.

Oh yeah, Ted was definitely turned on by this now. He squirmed a little, trying to rub himself off a little in anticipation. “Booster,” he couldn’t help a needy whine, “c’mon-“

A tie effectively gagged him and Ted craned his head to the side to get a look at which one it was- a vibrant red and green plaid. Booster smoothed it where it draped over Ted’s shoulder and down his chest and Ted shivered, whimpering slightly.

“Oh, no,” Booster said with a teasing note in his voice that always made Ted jump to do whatever Booster told him to, “you haven’t begun to want it yet.” Ted wanted to refute that, wanted to lean forward with his ass in the air and have Booster take him just like that, but Booster looped a tie around Ted’s cock- the one with the periodic table print, one of Ted’s favorites -and tightened it until Ted moaned, eyelids fluttering at the sensation. Booster’s hands stroked lightly over Ted’s jaw, tracing the tie that gagged him and slide back into Ted’s hair, tugging his head back. The look in Booster’s eyes was of pure heat and mischief. “These ridiculous ties of yours have a long way to go before they can make up for being such eyesores.”

And even if Ted would’ve normally argued that they indeed served a purpose (and that purpose was to be eyesores), even if Ted could talk, the only thing he’d say would have been ‘yes, please!’

>>45800
i am delighting in the way the kinks grow and spread around here. like sexy bacterial colonies or something.
i think i need to draw that. er, what you wrote, not sexy bacteria.

in the meantime, my well-documented fondness for businessman!ted continues.

>>45803
oh jesus christ, I quickly glanced at the shirt and thought it was Ted kissing Max for a second.

>>45804
Ahaha, oh god. And that'd be Checkmate!Max, no less. that's too much even for me.

flockdraw doodlin' unrelated.

Does anyone have any good Ted comes back from the dead fic recs? That's kinda m favorite thing right now.

Mmmm, delicious clothes porn. Suits and ties and tight black shirts, yes.

(Spandex kink next? Leather? Crossdressing?)

>>45815

Booster's football uniform. Or lack of. Eyeblack and nothing else?

What?

Hmm, Ted and Mr. Miracle.

You know the Booster Gold series usually makes me want to pair Booster up with someone else every issue. Then I skimmed the old series and saw Boosters' fights with Superman. I'm shocked--shocked that Superman/Booster isn't a big pairing. Of course I'm also shocked that no ones' done a JLI sex pollen fic where everyone on the team wants a turn with Booster.

I will admit to a certain fondness to Ted/Scott, just because they're both such dorks and get off on technology together. That and it opens to door to the wonderful potential that is Boostle-Frees foursome.

>>45897

JLI orgy? Where everyone keeps trying to jump on Booster, and all the guys keep trying to get Bea and Tora together, and Ted is whining because Wonder Woman and Power Girl weren't around when it hit, and Max totally pretends to be sexpollen'd ever though he was nowhere near it because he totally wants in?

No, I meant an orgy like everyone on the team wants Booster. Just Booster. And are jealous of anyone else who gets their turn.

>>45901

I like the sound of this.

Doodled while waiting for a DVD to burn. :p Taking prompts if you want.

>>45926

Personally I'm still on the suit-kink/tie-bondage thing.

>>45926
Maxine/Female Ted Kord Gunsex

Or Maxine anything.

So, did anyone see the latest Batman: The Brave and the Bold - Siege of Starro Pt 1?

Booster and Batman in the 31th Century!
"As long as you called!"
"I think we should go before he sics the dog on us again, sir."
Ace vs Booster!
Magic star-shaped time travel portals!
"Hey Bats, I just remembered, today's the invasion!" *beat* "Oh. Looks like you already figured it out." *kicks ass*
Skeets saves Booster!
Everything Booster says!
BOOSTER VS JAIME!
"AH-HA! DIAPER TRUCK!"
Booster in civies! Being handsome!
Booster actually getting to be awesome and heroic!
Lots of squee that wasn't related to Booster!

>>45939
Oh man, after the beat I was like "FUCK YEAH BOOSTER!" Hope in pt 2 he kicks more ass.

I swear every issue of GL makes me ship Booster and Max more and more.

>>45939
it was glorious. I can't wait for part two ...or for it to be actually broadcast in the US so I can talk about it without worrying about spoiling the episode for others.

Hi. I'm a lurker. First time ever writing Boostle and first time writing fic in a long while. People wanted high school AU. It's not finished, but I was wondering if I could get an opinon on how horrible it is? D:

.-.-.-.

It's a school night and Ted knows he shouldn't be out right now. But Booster asked him over to help with his algebra, and Ted can't say no to Booster. Besides, Ted's father is away on business and his mother is out keeping up appearances at social gatherings. Being with Booster was better than being alone any day.

So they worked on homework, worked on Booster's math, listened to music, and rolled around the living room fighting for the remote. Booster's mother was still at work and Michelle was working on a school project at the library with friends, so they were left to their own devices when it came to dinner. While the lone can of Spaghetti-o's was tempting, Ted offered to treat for a more filling meal of pizza.

And so it's a quarter to nine on a school night and Ted is still down the street from the Carter's apartment, playing Marvel vs Capcom at the rundown arcade next to the pizzaria. This was nothing unusual for a night when he would normally sleep over, but that was on weekends. Being out on a school night this late is a little thrilling, Ted thinks, if not for the way his mother is going to ground him if she gets home before he does. He tells Booster the same and the blond boy only laughs and tugs Ted over to the motorcycle racing simulator games. It's twenty after nine when Michelle finally shows up to retreive them.

The walk back to the apartment has it's own ritual. Ted hits on Michelle, sliding an arm around her back and laying on the newest pickup line he's discovered from the TV or the Internet. She rolls her eyes and, depending on how horrible it is, laughs at his efforts. Booster's arm rests easily on Ted's shoulder and he pulls Ted to his side, away from his sister, to tell him how lame he is. Oh, but could Booster do better? No, Booster was not going to hit on his sister, but Booster can do better than insert-insult-aimed-at-Ted any day. A minor scuffle breaks out with one or the other being noogied and they break away to follow Michelle's exsaperated in to the apartment building. 

Mrs. Carter is home, sitting on the sofa with a sprawl of papers on the coffee table, when the boys tumble into Booster's home. She smiles at them, how was their day? And they launch into how they may have started a little food fight at lunch, but no one got in trouble, even though Guy might of had a pea or two in his hair all day and never noticed. They just hoped he wouldn't find out and pin it on them tomorrow to give him a reason to try and beat the crap out of them. Well, not that Guy needs a reason, since he would probably do it anyway.

Ted heads into Booster's room for his backpack when Booster asks his mother to let Ted stay the night. He tries to protest, not wanting to be in the way and besides, his mom will want him home. But it is late and sending Ted home by himself in the dark is not something Mrs. Carter would live with doing and she calls to leave a message at Ted's house saying so. So Booster whoops and ransacks his closet for Ted's sleepingbag and stash of clothes Ted tends to forget, permanent fixtures in Booster's room, and tries to set them up for he night.

It's not Friday or Saturday, so they can't partake of their usual sleepover activities of all-night videogaming and lame horror movie marathons. But as they settle on the floor in front of Booster's poor beatup laptop, Booster swears watching porn is still just as good on a school night, since it would probably help to make them fall asleep faster. Ted wants to find fault in the logic somewhere, but his hormones like the idea and his protests are smothered by them.

.-.-.-.-.

Sorry to leave you hanging. I'm still writing it, but I'm looking for constructive criticism if at all possible. Thank you for your time!

>>45952
amen to that. also, did anyone else get a fierce sense of satisfaction at seeing max NOT knowing what was going on for once? i mean, i love him being the master of puppets, but it's about time something didn't go according to plan.

>>45970
First time? Not bad! My two cents: the broad scene descriptions work well enough for this part, but once you get into the next piece, I'd thrown in some actual dialogue, some "close-up" stuff, if that makes any sense. Makes it feel a little more real.

au doodles! booster is tired of studying.

>>45970

I pretty much agree with insomniac- it's a good start, especially as you say, this is your first Boostle. Nice little touches with things like Ted leaving clothes and such over and the familiarity of their routines, but I would definitely add some kind of dialogue as those two are practically defined by their banter with others and specifically each other.

Also I'm hoping this got oblivious!Ted because I do love me some oblivious!Ted and his not picking up on Booster's not-at-all-subtle come-ons.

>>45971
I like to see an irate JLI chasing after Maxwell Lord, who's screaming "NOT AS PLANNED NOT AS PLANNED NOT AS PLANNED!"

I think it would be really hilarious.

JLGL was made of win. And the Max/Booster interaction continues to be awesome. I can't wait to see what they do next issue.

Goddd, I cannot wait for the conversation between Booster and Max in the next GL. Such a perfect buildup. Unfortunately we've gotta wait three weeks for the next issue (And for Booster Gold also... delay maybe?) At least we've got the Batman Beyond mini and the Time Masters thing coming up.

>>46061
Three weeks? Dicks! And here I thought it was coming out the day after my birthday. I was very excited.

I thought GL came out every two weeks?

>>46071
>>46070

It is supposed to come out every two weeks, but there must be some kind of delay. (Probably 4th of July related) The next issues of JLGL and Booster's ongoing aren't slated to come out until July 14th according to DC's website. :[

I thought it was more of "twice a month" thing than every two weeks. Boosters' always two weeks into the month, same time one of the JLGL books comes out. Two weeks after that is another one.

>>46078
Oh.. I guess that makes sense. But still... laaame. D;

>>45519
THE STIRRING CONCLUSION
***

Touching Booster was probably one of Ted's favorite things. Even touching Booster while Max did the same was proving to be pretty good, all things considered. But with Booster sitting out, just a spectator, the dynamic shifted. So did Ted, vaguely uncomfortable. It might have been the fact that it was Max, or it might just have been the fact that it was someone other than Booster - it was a well-kept secret that they'd been doing the monogamy thing for a while, even without ever flat-out talking about it or making any kind of agreement. It just happened.

And now here he was, and here Max was, and Booster was watching them expectantly. Worse yet, Max was eyeing him like a puzzle, something he was trying to sort out. Then Ted thought he saw him shrug, and suddenly Max was kissing him, in the most matter-of-fact way imaginable. Ted actually flailed at first, caught by surprise, then gingerly set a hand on his arm. Max's tongue pushing past his lips left no room for debate, no chance to argue - and Ted couldn't really be surprised by that, could he, because it was Max. That was how he operated. Booster could be assertive, but he was just as prone to letting Ted take the lead; this was nothing like that. Max had apparently deemed himself in charge here, and Ted was almost frozen, at a loss to do much but close his eyes and grip Max's shoulder.

By the time he broke off, Ted was left panting and flushed, and his eyes fluttered open as Max leaned in closer, brushed his lips along Ted's ear and dropped his voice to a cool whisper.

"He wants this," he said, and Ted didn't have to ask what he meant. "Go with it."

"Right," Ted murmured back, but couldn't resist biting Max's earlobe, a show of defiance to all that smug confidence of his. Max's little noise of surprise was satisfying, but before Ted could enjoy it too much, he felt himself pushed back, manhandled to the bed with more force than he'd expect from a desk jockey like Max. It had been a definite turn-on, going down on Booster, feeling him come undone; what steam he'd lost in the uncertain pause afterwards came back fast when Max's hand wrapped around his cock, firm and unhesitating and somehow nothing like Booster's would be. Good, though. Different, but good.

He allowed himself a low groan as he pushed his hips up, and Max's cocky, approving chuckle mixed with the sound of Booster's breath hitching, somewhere off to his side. He had to crane his head to look, but it was worth it for the fascinated look he caught on Booster's face, and when Booster realized he was being watched, Ted flashed him a grin. Then Max twisted his hand, and Ted's eyes squeezed shut, a moan catching in his throat. Max knew what he was doing, there was no question there; it was impossible to pretend he was Booster, but Ted didn't really need to, not when Max stroked slow and hard, thumb sweeping the head on every upstroke. He was just starting to wonder through the fog if he ought to be doing something when Max shifted his weight, settling on his knees over Ted and changing up his grip. Now he was holding both of them, he was hot and hard against Ted, and Ted couldn't help but shudder and curl his toes in the sheets. The little part of him that wanted to try and unseat Max's dominance over the situation was fighting the much larger part that said no, this was just fine, this was perfect and he really ought to just enjoy himself. In the end, it wasn't much of a contest, and when Max leaned to bite at his throat, he just tipped his head back and sighed.

When Max's voice came again, it was barely audible, words skimming Ted's ear and dragging him out of his haze. "You could put on more of a show," he said, cocking his head in the subtlest of nods towards Booster. "Your adoring public."

Ted thought he heard something strange in the way he said that, something at odds with the fact that Max was propped over him, that he was stroking his cock and scraping his teeth against his neck. But he wasn't sure what it was, and trying to figure it out now didn't seem worth the trouble. Instead he glanced at Booster, who was watching the both of them with rapt attention, hand a slack circle around---he was already getting hard. He was getting hard watching them, and Ted shivered again and closed his eyes, tilting his head to press his tongue just below Max's ear. He wasn't an exhibitionist or anything - weren't those people sort of insane? - but Booster was watching, and he was enjoying it, and the whole thing had Ted's heart racing. Suddenly it was so much easier to touch Max, so touch he did, tangling one hand into his hair (and taking a certain pleasure in messing it right out of its neat part) while the other dipped down to join Max's, fingering at the head of his cock. Max actually gasped at that, just barely loud enough for Ted to hear, and better yet - so did Booster. When Max's free hand slid up his chest to tease at a nipple, Ted didn't even try to hold back a moan, and Max's voice was dark and rich again, but clearer this time, no longer meant just for him.

"You want this, don't you, Booster?"

It was a struggle to get his eyes open, but Ted managed it, and looked over to see Booster lick his lips and tighten his hand around the base of his cock. Max kept talking. "You want us. Tell me what you're picturing. Tell me."

Booster's tongue slid over his lips again, like his mouth had gone dry. "I---uh---"

"Fuck me," Ted blurted out, grinding up against Max, eyes locked on Booster.

He saw Booster's throat bob; heard him gulp. "Okay, yeah, that. That's what I'm picturing right now."

It was a fantasy that made no mention of Max, but to Ted's slight surprise, Max didn't raise a complaint. He did stop stroking, leaving Ted to squirm helplessly against his hand, then drew back all together. "All right, then."

There was a frozen moment, just long enough for Ted to imagine what he must look like right then. Splayed out on the sheets, totally out of breath and hard as a rock -- and then Booster was all over him, burying his hands in his hair and kissing him senseless, and all Ted could do was hold on. He'd almost forgotten they weren't alone when he heard Max clear his throat, and Booster lifted his head, blinking slowly. There was a pop that Ted didn't recognize at first, then a pause, and he felt the bed shift just a second before Booster's shaky gasp. Max had moved onto his knees beside them, and his hand was shiny with the lube they'd brought, stroking it slow and thorough over Booster's cock. Ted couldn't take his eyes off him, watching Booster twitch and jerk his hips forward, teeth digging into his bottom lip.

"Wouldn't want to rush things," Max murmured slyly, and Booster's hips bucked again.

"Nnnyeah," he agreed. "Right. Oh---god, Max..."

"Atheist," Ted chimed in, propping himself up on his forearms to watch. Booster let out a shaky laugh, one that broke into a moan when Ted's hand came up to join Max's, fingers playing feather-light just below the head. That always drove Booster crazy, and now was no exception, judging by the way he whimpered and grabbed at Max's shoulder for support.

"Okay, okay, enough, come on---"

"Agreed," Ted said. Watching Booster was fantastic, especially if he was going to keep looking like that, but he was pretty sure he'd go insane if he didn't hurry up and get in him already. Just to drive the point home, he squirmed down and lifted his hips, eyes still set on Booster's face. "Booster, please..."

Max leaned to kiss Booster one more time, then drew back his hand, and Ted caught a glimpse of it slipping back down to his own cock before Booster claimed his attention back, settling in between his legs. Suddenly, he faltered. "What about you? Should I---"

"No," Ted interrupted, shaking his head fervently. "God, no, I'll be fine, just---just fuck me, Booster, come on." It might be a little rough, but there was no way he could spare the patience to work up slowly. Mercifully, Booster seemed to understand that, because he arched forward to kiss him, and then he was pushing in, and all Ted could think was how good it was. And how glad he was that Max had been generous with the lube. Desperate for something to hold onto, he latched onto Booster, pulling him down as close as he could and hooking his legs up around his waist.

"You okay?" Booster whispered against his ear, sending another full-body shudder through Ted.

"Yeah, yes, fuck me, Booster."

"Pushy," Booster said with a chuckle, and then he started to move and Ted couldn't possibly come up with a retort. He couldn't do much of anything, just dig his fingers into Booster's back and arch up against him with every slow thrust, senses all but overwhelmed. He wanted to plead for more, harder, faster, but even that would take more eloquence than he had right then.

Then Booster stopped. Ted's eyes snapped open, hands tightening on his shoulders, and there was Max. He'd settled himself behind Booster, and though the slope of Booster's back blocked some of the view, Ted could feel one of Max's hands on Booster's hip. And he had a very keen idea as to where the other one was, judging by the way Booster's breath had caught, the way his eyes were shut like he was concentrating. Ted knew that look. He had the sudden urge to tell Max---what? To be nice? To go easy? It was Max. Still, his eyes flickered back to Booster's face and stayed there, ready to voice his objections at a moment's notice. As if Booster wasn't perfectly capable of doing that himself. So far, he definitely wasn't objecting, and the sharp moan he gave a few moments later wasn't pained, just surprised.

"How's that?" Max said, and Booster shivered and pressed his head into Ted's shoulder.

"Good," he said thinly. "Ah---g---good. More."

Ted could gauge what Max was doing just by Booster's reactions, the way he furrowed his eyebrows or whimpered; he was barely moving. That threatened to drive Ted a little crazy, but then Booster groaned and slouched a little, and Ted's gaze flickered up to find Max moving in closer, lining himself up. Then he pushed forward, and Booster went tense and shaky, clutching hard at Ted's shoulders. Max went slow, at least; by the time he let out a breath and stopped pushing forward, Booster had more or less relaxed, though Ted could still feel him tremble between them. Max didn't wait for any kind of permission, or maybe he could just sense that he didn't need it. Whatever Ted might have thought about that went out the window when he thrust forward and moved Booster with him, driving him deeper. When he pulled back, Booster followed, and there, finally, there was their rhythm again. Booster still seemed overwhelmed, rocking helplessly along with Max, but at least he was moving. Then slowly, he started to find himself again, pressing sloppy kisses against Ted's neck, and this time Ted could feel him get into it, feel not just Max's momentum but Booster's own, a pace steadily quickening. He arched up to meet it, and there - that was perfect, that was better than perfect. Judging by the steady string of breathless noises Booster was making, he agreed.

"Good?" Ted whispered, stroking his hair back out of his face with one hand while the other dropped to his own cock, fast to match the cadence they'd built. Booster groaned.

" 's amazing," he panted, shaking his head. "We---we should have done this---ages ago, oh, fuck, Max---Ted---fuck---"

Ted watched over his shoulder as Max leaned in, pressing his lips to the nape of Booster's neck. His voice was hushed, and Ted lost some of the words to the ragged sound of Booster's breaths and his own pulse pounding in his ears; what he could make out explained the way Booster's ears were suddenly flushing red. "...come on, Booster, you love this, don't hold back..."

Booster made a broken keening sound, one Ted had come to recognize, one that left him working his hand more insistently and arching up to suck Booster's bottom lip between his own. That always did it, and sure enough Booster's hips jerked to a halt, body tense and eyelashes fluttering. Ted was bracing for him to just collapse, the way he usually did, but Max's hands crept around and held him up, and then they were moving again. Just Max this time - Ted could see the blissed-out exhaustion that had taken Booster - but it was enough, and Ted was so close, and then Booster dropped his head and panted out his name and that was it.

His head was still clearing when Max finally stilled, and Ted got his eyes half-open just in time to see his head tip back, mouth hanging open on a soundless gasp. He felt Booster shiver, and absently rubbed his back, kissed at his hair while Max caught his breath. When he pulled away, Booster flat-out dropped, landing hard against Ted, and Ted let out a winded chuckle and patted his shoulder. He closed his eyes, only distantly aware of the sheets shifting, of Max doing something or other while Booster's breathing slowed against his neck.

Eventually, Max came back to his side, hand skimming over Ted's before settling lower on Booster's back. "Is he---"

"Always happens," Ted mumbled with a weary smile. "Good luck trying to budge him."

"I wasn't planning to." Max sounded amused.

"Good luck---" He broke off into a yawn. "---trying to budge me either." Sure, Booster was heavy and he'd be feeling it by morning, but moving would take way more than he had in him right then, and his eyes were getting too heavy to keep open. There was a rustle; Max had pulled the sheets up over them all, then settled back into place, arm resting over Booster's back.

The last thing he'd remember of the night was Max saying something quiet, something about how lucky Ted was, and his own groggy conclusion that he agreed.

Dang it, I really have to read GL now. But first -

J.M. DeMatteis: "Soon after that, I wrote an episode of Batman: Brave And The Bold -- it's for next season -- that featured a version of our JLI and I had a terrific time. (The good news is I should be getting started on a second JLI episode of B & B very soon.)"

OMG YES YES YES THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED TO HAPPEN ANIMATED JLI SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE FLAIL YAY *continues for several pages*

http://www.ifanboy.com/content/articles/Interview__J_M__DeMatteis_on_Kraven_and_Booster_Gold

>>46093
THIS BETTER NOT BE FAKE

THIS BETTER NOT BE FAKE

THIS BETTER NOT BE FAKE

I WILL PUNCH SOMETHING IF IT IS

>>46093
>JMD: The premise of The Lost Year is that the Authority is lost in the Bleed, hopping from Earth to Earth, constantly running into parallel- world versions of themselves. Keith thought it would be fun if the Authority on one of those worlds was infused with a spirit of "bwah-ha-ha." So we've got the real Authority meeting up with an Authority that would be more at home in the pages of JLI. And then we throw in a group of villains that...well, I don't want to say too much, but they're led by a guy called Emperor Maximus (accent on the Max) and one of his underlings is named Dung Beetle. I can say no more!

I'm moderately interested now.

JLGL4: Max is having issues too! Like he's being manipulated. I so want him to have put the band back together to help him/stop him. They at least need to team up with him at some point. And Rocket Red being a JLI fanboy was adorable.

>>46089

>>46109
Read the first issue of this if you can find it. Before meeting up with "Emperor Maximus and Dung Beetle" and those guys, the Authority first encounters an alternate-universe version of themselves which is ALSO modeled after the JLI.

Guess who Apollo and Midnighter are.

"Guess who Apollo and Midnighter are." Superman and Batman. :D Sorry couldn't help it.

Still sucks that we have to wait so long for the next issue but at least we get an extra book with Booster in it in July even if it's supposed to be in Rips' POV.

>>46089
hfnkjndkasj forever

>>46089
well, i've drawn max/ted. i feel like i've crossed some kind of rubicon here.

>>46152
with their hairiness combined <3

>>46152

...Well I have no idea what rubicon means but oh my goodness yes I like what I see.

And Max dominating Ted and Ted letting him and Booster getting off on it are totally hot and could you maybe color this please?

>>46178
The short version is: it means crossing a point of no return. Like charging into a decisive battle, or saying something you can't take back, or drawing one of your favorite characters having sex with the guy who will eventually go on to kill him aaaaaah what

>>46178

The Rubicon is a river in Italy that Julius Ceasar crossed as a declaration of war against the Roman Republic.

It's also a brand of delicious drinks. Combining these two things makes for a bizarre mental image.

Sage for pointless comment.

it has been entirely too long since i've painted something. feels good man.

From comicsecrets

http://www.newsarama.com/comics/generation-lost-digital-winick-100623.html

FYEAH JLGL!

http://dcu.tumblr.com/post/686560549/know-your-dcu-booster-gold-first-thing-you

(Yes, I have nothing better to do right now. Stupid cold.)

And Guy counts as JLI, soooooo...

OH YOU.

>>46335

Ooo, oh wait I just had a thought. GUY/63'd ICE. It would be CUTEEEEE.

LOL CROSSDRESSING BOOSTER IS TEH SEX.

HE LOOKS DISTURBINGLY GOOD IN THAT.

I have to say that I agree with Max being sexy when he's evil. Right from the moment he got out of being tied up and got Guy to call him "sir" I was stuck by his sexiness.

>>46339

As a Mary fan, this makes me VERY happy!

>>46339
i storytimed kooeykooeykooey the other day and everyone latched onto the "booster and ted get stuck with maid service" ending, so...

>>46340

Well, evil is sexy. And mind control is sexy. And foeyay is sexy. And evil who was once good or has the potential to become good is very sexy, but that might just be my opinion.

>>46359

Needs a pic of Max watching them and perving out. Like, him sitting at his desk with a cigar smirking like a bastard telling them to bend over because they missed a spot. (And then they try to get out of cleaning duty by giving him a blowjob argh self stop being a pervert.)


(Getting people to call you "sir" is sexy.)

>>46339
>>46359
crossdressing and boostle just go together so well.

>>46359
I think them being out of the cowls would be sexier but still awesome

>>46399
i had to go for the silly factor. crossdressing isn't usually my cup o' tea.

vorked isn't doing my request. I can't draw guys for heck buuuut

Star Sapphire Max Lord chasing Booster Gold

DO IT PLEASE

I firmly believe Booster just works with cross dressing. Or maybe just fishnets.

Any ways, dumping. Don't mind the random animals.

>>46431
Yes, yes he does fit with cross dressing.

He's giving me a cross dressing kink, hoo boy.

There was a request, either here or the kinkmeme, for more of Ted being the assertive one. This definitely deserves further exploration.

***

When Ted invites him out, he says no, at first. After all, he'd had high hopes for that date last night, up till they got dashed on the rocks, and such a thing warrants a little time to just sulk. But then, it's Ted, and Ted doesn't let anyone sulk for long, least of all him. He ignores Booster's protests, and he's smiling and promising him he's got the tab tonight - even though Booster knows full well that K.I. isn't doing so hot lately - and Booster's never been good at saying no when he gets like that.

So they're at the bar, and a few drinks later they're at Ted's place, Chinese leftovers going cold on the coffee table while Booster flips through the channels. There's nothing on, but it doesn't matter much; Ted never lets the silence get too heavy. He always breaks it just in time, speaks up with some offhanded comment or a joke, filling in the gaps Booster's leaving. It's not that he was all that attached to the girl he's brooding over; she was pretty, sure, but it's more just the fact that it didn't work out. It hasn't been working out a lot lately. Maybe Ted's picked up on that; maybe Booster's just being a total wet blanket and making it obvious. Either way, he has the surprising decency not to tease, and Booster is quietly grateful.

"Hey," Ted says, and Booster suddenly wonders how long he's been trying to get his attention.

"Huh?"

"You okay?"

Booster rubs his forehead. "Yeah, peachy. Why?"

"Because I just made an incredibly bad pun and you didn't call me out on it," Ted explains, sipping his beer and reaching for Booster's to pass it over, the split second before he'd have leaned to do it himself. "You're really taking this hard, huh?"

Booster isn't going to talk about it. He doesn't want to talk about it. So he's surprised to hear himself say, "I'm just...frustrated," and almost more surprised when Ted still doesn't laugh.

Instead he says, "I noticed," and his hand is warm and steady on Booster's shoulder, which feels good, because all the drinking they've been doing is starting to catch up to him.

"I don't think I should drive home," he declares, switching off the TV and closing his eyes. Ted chuckles.

"Because you're drunk, or because you don't have a car?"

"I also don't have a license."

"Well, I don't think you should drive home either." Ted squeezes his shoulder. There's a pause; Booster can hear him gulp down a mouthful of beer, lean to plink the bottle down on the coffee table, then settle back in at his side. "Look, Booster..."

It takes some effort, but Booster opens an eye and glances over. Ted's a little flushed - so is he - and he's watching Booster's face intently.

"If there's anything I can do..."

And he thinks, oh, great, Ted pities him. Ted, who's had his fair share of failed dates himself. Ted, who's also had his fair share of successful ones, who's got enough personality to fill a room and eyes like the sky in June - Ted pities him. It'd be funny if he didn't sound so sincere. Booster laughs anyway, short and dry, and knocks back what's left of his beer - established as it is that he's not driving anywhere any time soon.

"Like what?" he sighs.

"Anything," Ted says, but he says it like it means something, slow and measured. He takes a deep breath, which gets Booster's full attention, and he doesn't know what to call the look on Ted's face right then. Apprehension, maybe. And then, suddenly, he does know that look, he knows it because he's seen it a half-dozen times since they met. Ted has an idea, and he knows it's a bad one, and he's going to try and drag Booster into it anyway.

He thinks. He thinks some more. Finally, he wrinkles his nose and sets his beer aside. "Okay, are you offering to get me a hooker or something?" It's all he can come up with.

Ted stares at him, visibly incredulous. His fingers twitch on Booster's shoulder. It's always weird to see him at a loss for words, and it's just starting to put Booster ill at ease when Ted blurts out "Are you kidding?"

"I don't know," he says hastily, not even trying to hide his confusion. "What? You made it sound like - I dunno - I thought you - "

Ted's eyebrows shoot up. "Do you want me to get you a hooker?"

"No! I mean - No!" he sputters.

"Good!" Ted's really red now, all the way out to the tips of his ears, and he looks exasperated. Booster can't decide if that's better or worse than the pity thing. Then his eyes soften, and he smiles, but it's a weird, not-Ted smile. It's actually sort of sad-looking. "It's...never crossed your mind?"

"What's never crossed my mind? Getting a hooker?" Booster is this close to just pleading with him to make some damn sense already. Then Ted slides his hand down from Booster's shoulder, and it lands high on his leg, fingertips brushing the inseam of his jeans.

It takes a second, but he gets it.

"Oh," he says.

Ted stays quiet.

"Ah," he tries again. Ted's hand doesn't move, and he can't take his eyes off of it. Because it has crossed his mind, of course it's crossed his mind, how could it not? Ted is funny and handsome and the one person who's been getting his back since the day he joined the League. There have always been so many 'if onlys' when it comes to Ted: if only he were a woman, if only this were Booster's century, if only Ted weren't such a blatant girl-chaser, if only making a move wouldn't risk the best friendship he's got here.

Ted flexes his fingers, and Booster fights a shiver.

When he still can't find anything to say, Ted finally clears his throat and ducks his head. "Right---sorry," he mumbles, then gives a forced little chuckle. "Guess I've had a little too much, huh? Should've---"

He stops. He stops because he'd been pulling his hand away, but Booster's is wrapped around his wrist. Booster doesn't know why, but he knows that if he lets go, this chance'll probably never come up again. It's a perfect storm: the alcohol, the loneliness, the way Ted's looking at him, startled and hopeful.

"You're straight," he points out feebly, which isn't easy but feels like the right thing to do. Ted's been drinking too, after all; maybe he forgot. But he just smiles.

"And you're a Capricorn. What's your point?"

Booster thinks about that for a minute, and Ted chuckles, not waiting for an answer before his hands are back on Booster's shoulders, both of them, steering him back towards the armrest. "Get comfy," he suggests, and Booster - Booster just does it, because while he's pretty sure he knows where this is going, he can't quite believe it. He's too stunned to do much but go along for the ride and see if it really plays out. When all's said and done, he's got his back against the armrest and his legs up on the couch; Ted is on his knees between them. His head is down for a minute, like he's doing the same mental gymnastics Booster is. Then he looks up, and licks his lips, and all the blood rushes straight to Booster's dick.

Ted leans forward - for a second Booster thinks he's going to kiss him - but then he hesitates and cocks a lopsided smile, and shifts back on the couch instead. This time, when he curls forward, his forehead touches Booster's stomach, and a hand slips under his shirt, coaxing it up. It's such a little thing, Ted's lips skimming right below his navel, but it gets Booster's skin tingling. When his tongue darts out along the waistline of Booster's pants, it's all he can do not to squirm, and he grips mindlessly at the back of the couch.

"I should tell you, I don't usually put out on the first date," he jokes, trying to pretend he doesn't sound so worked up already. He needs to - this needs to still be them, which means jokes, means not letting it get heavy. Ted's snicker is all the reward he could ask for.

"Right," Ted quips back, "like this is our first date."

And hey, maybe he has a point, because if you define 'date' simply by its elements - if you define it as going to the movies, or going out for drinks, or getting a pizza or---

Ted's thumbing open the button on his jeans, and Booster's train of thought goes right off the tracks. The slow pull of the zipper is like a tease, and Booster bites his lip before he can embarrass himself. Ted takes a quick breath, then makes a little sympathetic sound and palms Booster's dick through his briefs.

"Really has been a while, huh?"

"Shut up," Booster snorts, but it's utterly without malice, because Ted's hand feels perfect, big and warm, and the only thing that could possibly be better would be - would be if he tugged Boosters pants and briefs down and touched him skin-on-skin, which is exactly what he does, and Booster's head falls back against the armrest with a gasp. Yes, Ted's right. Yes, it's been way too long. But moreover, it's Ted, Ted's curious determination and Ted's work-calloused palm and Ted murmuring, "Geez, Booster..." quiet and fascinated. He curls his fingers around Booster's cock, and Booster digs his fingers into the couch, voice hitching on a groan when Ted starts stroking slowly.

"I should've known," he says breathlessly, "when you offered to buy the drinks."

"Oh, yeah," Ted agrees, perfectly deadpan. "I've been out to seduce you since day one."

"Took you long enough."

"Hey, the Ted Kord Charm is something to be enjoyed slowly."

That makes Booster flat-out laugh, a laugh cut short when Ted rubs his thumb just under the head, firm and deliberate, sending sparks up his nerves. "A-any chance of enjoying it a little faster?" he pants. Ted snickers again.

"Patience is a virtue."

"A lot of things are virtues. Since when do we have those?"

"True," Ted concedes, and suddenly he's scooting down and wrapping his lips around Booster's cock, and Booster scrabbles uselessly at the cushions and moans before he can help it. He barely has the presence of mind not to buck up into Ted's mouth; Ted rewards his restraint by doing it for him, hands running out to brace his hips as he slides Booster's cock further. He can't quite go all the way before he chokes, but he doesn't let that slow him down one bit, just pulls back and switches to running his tongue all over Booster's cock, long slow strokes up the shaft and quick teasing flicks over the head. It's never enough, and it's perfect, and Booster's lips fumble on words he can't find.

"Ted," he pleads - it's all he can come up with. He moves a shaky hand to Ted's hair, and Ted looks up and flashes him a smile. He's still got his eyes locked on Booster's when he takes him in again and sucks him in deep, and that may well be the hottest thing Booster's seen in this or any century. Ted is watching him, and all he can do is watch back, too staggered to even come up with jokes any more. Which is probably just as well, since Ted would have to have the last word, and that would mean stopping what he's doing right now, and Booster doesn't ever want that to happen.

His eyes finally close when he starts to go at it in earnest, hollowing his cheeks and bobbing steadily, and Booster lets his head fall back with a groan. He's not sure if Ted's really really good at this or if he's just a little wound-up; it's probably somewhere in the middle. Who cares? Ted's mouth is hot and he's doing incredible things with his tongue, and there's no way this can last as long as he wants it to.

When Ted's hands slide inward to massage at his thighs, thumbs pressing where the skin's pale and sensitive, he really knows it won't last, and curls his fingers tight in Ted's hair. "Ted, I, I'm - I'm close," he manages to stammer. He hears Ted groan in response, soft and muffled, but he doesn't pull away. Instead he lifts his head till his lips are tight around the head of Booster's cock and works the shaft with his hand, fast and insistent and slick and he's still sucking and it's so good---

"Ted, Ted, Ted," he whimpers, and spills himself onto his tongue.

Ted doesn't let up till Booster's a trembling mess beneath him, and when he finally pulls off he doesn't go far, just tilts his head against Booster's hip and pants quietly. The late realization that Ted just swallowed sends a lazy shiver through Booster, and he pats at his hair, clumsy with contentment. Even when he's starting to come back down to earth, Ted still sounds breathless and a little unsteady, and when Booster manages to lift his head, he sees flushed desperation all over Ted's face.

"Get up here," he says, giving Ted's hair a gentle tug. For a second Ted just looks confused; then understanding hits and he scrambles to resituate himself, straddling Booster's waist. Booster coaxes him forward till he's got a knee on either side of his chest, and this close up it's obvious, Ted's hard and he's hard from going down on Booster and that is really something.

"You know that thing about the Ted Kord Charm?" he says, wasting no time in getting Ted's belt and pants undone. "About how it goes slowly?"

Ted takes a shivery breath as Booster pushes his pants and boxers down his hips. "Uh huh?"

"The Booster Gold Charm is totally different," and before Ted can wonder what that means, Booster wraps a hand around his cock and slides him into his mouth. It feels good, and even better is the sharp startled noise Ted makes, curling forward and digging his hands into Booster's shoulders. He hasn't done this in a while, but it's hardly rocket science, especially with Ted being so shamelessly expressive about everything Booster does right. Booster curls his tongue and Ted whimpers; he lets his teeth scrape, just the slightest bit, and Ted pitches forward with a gasp. He pets at Booster's hair all the while, like he doesn't know what else to do with his hands; Booster's find their way around Ted's hips. He pinches his ass playfully, and Ted yelps and bucks his hips forward, and suddenly the head of his cock is brushing Booster's throat. It's unexpected, but he shuts his eyes and breathes hard through his nose, and Ted all but claws at his scalp.

"Oh god," he moans. "Oh---god, Booster, Booster, please---"

He's not sure what Ted's begging for - Ted's probably not even sure what Ted's begging for - so he improvises, swallowing around him, and if he hadn't just come he'd be getting hard again just from the feeling of Ted's cock twitching against his tongue. He takes him as deep as he can, till he's nosing the dark curls at the base, and that's it. Ted gasps, tries to say something - a warning? - but he's already coming, and Booster almost manages to take it all. He pulls back just when he feels like he might choke, and the last few drops arc onto his cheek, his lips. Above him, Ted's still shivery and helpless; Booster tugs him down till he's straddling his hips, lets him slouch forward against his chest and catch his breath.

"I," Ted pants, "I like the---Booster Gold Charm."

Booster has to chuckle, scrubbing the back of his hand across his face. "Well, it is pretty..."

"Charming?"

"Exactly."

"Ha." Ted kisses his neck; then he lifts his head, and for a second they just stare at each other. Booster's the one who finally goes for it, reaching around to the back of Ted's head and dragging him in for a long, lazy kiss. He tastes like beer and lo mein and Booster, and somehow that's just right, as natural as their jokes or their banter or the way Ted eventually wriggles back down and nestles his head against Booster's chest.

"We should do this again," he says. Booster doesn't quite miss the note of uncertainty lurking in there, the question mark Ted only implied. He thinks about it for a minute. Then he smiles.

"Do I have to crash and burn on a regular date first?"

"Only if you want to."

"And if I don't?"

"Then you can buy the drinks."

"Seems fair," he concludes, and Ted chuckles and kisses his neck again.

"I'm not getting up," he warns. Booster considers pointing out that this couch really isn't big enough for them, that the armrest is going to give him a sore neck by morning and that Ted has a perfectly good bed not that far away. But it sure seems far away with Ted cozied up against him, breathing slower and steadier by the minute, and Booster can't fight that.

"Thanks," he finally says.

"Welcome," Ted mumbles into his shirt. Anyone else, and he's sure they'd have to talk about this, and maybe they still will, eventually.

But he thinks it can wait.
***

Awwwwwwww. (Sometimes, blowjobs solve everything.)

>>46481

If it was from the kinkmeme, it was likely my request in which case: GLEEEEE! And if it wasn't, still: GLEEEEE! Because the world needs more assertive!Ted and blowjobs all around.

http://community.livejournal.com/boostle/409366.html#cutid1

Screenshots of civies!Booster from the Brave and the Bold episode.

>>46504

BLOWJOBS FOR EVERYONE!

YES, EVEN THOSE WHO DON'T HAVE A PENIS! (And now I'm thinking of someone trying to give L-Ron a blowjob, and now I'm thinking of L-Ron f**king Max with a strap-on and ARGH GODDAMNIT BRAIN)

http://reellifer.deviantart.com/art/Max-Lord-and-Guy-Gardner-47618093

Just...just read the description.

YES I DO ENJOY RANDOMLY SPAMMING THINGS I FIND ON THE INTERNET

Love this title.

Where did all these things to catch up on come from...
>>46237
Ffff oh god. The Rubicon actually came up in some Max-and-smut related RP for me the other day, so this entire conversation amuses the heck out of me. (I deemed the appropriate response to be "alea iacta est", naturally.)
>>46279
Ooh, saw the wip of this over on /co/, came out niiiice. I am still totally down with the blood-and-cherry-juice direction that thread took, by the way.

From the Super Friends entry on Wikipedia, refrencing Superbuddies:
"The lighthearted nature of the show was partially spoofed in the 2000s with two DC miniseries, Formerly Known as the Justice League and I Can’t Believe It’s Not the Justice League! (although these series were more direct take-offs on the 1980s Blue Beetle/Booster Gold-era Justice League). "

"Blue Beetle/Booster Gold-era Justice League"

HECK YES. Wiki ships it!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Super_Friends#Comic_books

>>46995
i just watched this. hnnngh max.

kind of amusing to see him being waller's bitch, i have to say.

>>46995
What episode is this?!

>>47017
The JLU episode with the Ultamen. He's there managerial type guy.

Actually, it's a lot like the Conglomerate with Max as Claire.

Random quote from Scans_Daily that i just had to repost:
" "women flashing him"

I've had that thought, every flying dude must get flashed all the time.

Booster must love it."

>>47047

Aaaaaaaaand now I want Ted taking Booster to his first Mardi Gras.

>>46999
I liked Batman's delivery of the last line.

"Mine are bigger than yours."

Found these on an art blog I like which DEFINITELY DOES NOT PRIMARILY HAVE HETALIA ART, o-orz and I don't think they have been posted before, SO.

...aaaand I would post more except we are autosaging.

>>47067
Can I make the new thread?

wow, autosage already?

i'm gonna have some time to kill tomorrow. prompts? especially for writing?

>>47091
Uh...could I request some Maxine/Earth-11(genderflipped) Ted gunsex? If yuri is ok. If not, some more Mindfuck Max, perferably during THOSE two hours please!

>>47091

Ted and Booster are RPing as Bats and Supes. Maaybe the two actual guys catch them in the act? But just seeing the first part would be pretty fun.

>>47091
Ted is a fashion disaster, Booster joins in, DISCO DANCING. Max is not amused.

I still want to see Michelle somehow. I know it's /coq/, but maybe she could be in femmeslash with Bea? Have her travel to Earth-11 and meet Maxine and have hot mind-control sex?

Or, please please please, someone write L-ron. He could be with Max or Skeets or a Metal Men orgy. He could write cyborg smut with a ridiculously pastiche of the JLI that gets telegraphed over the internet, or reveal that he has the "real" Superbuddies-era cyborg!max's identity and memory backed up on an old AOL disk.

>>47091

More crossdressing.

>>47061

That's totally what I was thinking. Max somehow gets a JLI float in the Mardi Gras parade, and he gets a bunch of them to ride on it and throw beads to people. They'd get a ton of people flashing them. Max would be in the front wth some dancing chicks looking like a pimp, with Oberion and L-Ron in the car with him, Ted and Booster and Guy would be showing off and staring at boobs, and Booster would probably end up shirtless, Tora would be handing out beads to all the kids and occasionally dragging Guy off to look at interesting cultural stuff, Bea and Powergirl would be dancing around and teasing all the guys, Batman would be stoic and ignoring all the girls flashing him (unless Selena/Harley/Ivy sneak in there), but smiling at the kids wwaving at him and throwing them beads, Ralph and Sue and Scott and Barda would be planted along the route as security, and the girls would keep slapping their husbands, and J'ohn is just floating above the whole thing, observing and being very confused.

>>47072

Yes.

>>47106

DISCO DANCING <3

>>47098
while i don't feel fully qualified to write ladysex, i did make you this.

>>47128

Ooh, pretty.


Soooo, I am wondering, how would one go about writing L-Ron porn in the first place? Most of my Max/L-Ron imaginings have him using a semi-realistic hologram generator that he could concevibly use to look like anyone he wanted, with a few slight things off like being cooler and dryer and slightly metallic-tasting than a normal human, but having all the sensory imput intact, if you know what I mean. But if he was going to have sex in his normal body...does he have a robo-penis in there? Any holes? Does he just cyber?

(Oh god, Max meeting someone on the internet and cybering with them only to find out it's L-Ron...)

(But I'm asking because I want good!Max waking up in the present wandering around and running into L-Ron, who disguises himself as a hot chick to get close to Max so he can kill him for betraying them, because he totally had a crush on Max and only started hanging out with the anti-human robots out of grief after Max went "evil".)

>>47129
i, uh. i'm gonna go with HE IS JUST A ROBOT and probably doesn't have fun parts like this, because he doesn't need them and also they would look silly.

that said: he's had a number of different chassis....chassises? how the hell do you pluralize that? different bodies over the years. so there's room for flexibility, and all that, but

i dunno. i can't wrap my head around actual sex involving l-ron. everything short of it, sure, but not the physical stuff.

we making a new thread or what?

>>47128
It's awesome though. Thank you! :D

>>47167

Well, that's why I like to go with the "holo-projected human body" deal. Because then we can just write normal sex and technobabble the robot part away, and we get to do plots like "L-Ron disguising himself as a hot chick to get Max's attention" and "Max passing L-Ron off as his hot secretary and using him to distract businessmen" and "Max makes L-Ron make himself look like Booster" and "Max makes L-Ron turn into what he thinks he would look like as a human and then has sex with him in that form and it's sappy". I seem to like making him disguise himself as a girl though, at least the first time they do it, I don't know why.

Also, L-Ron and Skeets and the Bug totally used to cyber for the heck of it, and because they liked mocking the humans. If they ever bring back the JLI and include Jaime in it, the Scarab would join them.

>>47210

New thread.