>>56232

The metaphorical implications of Booster clinging to a Blue Lantern Ted just make my lower lip wobble, hnngh.

>>56232

I'm very partial to it, too. Therefore, have this! And if there's any mistakes, it's because I'm running off so I can eat.
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Booster can’t figure out how they had screwed up so badly. He doesn’t even know <i>where</i> they had screwed up- no, scratch that. He knows. Because they’re up against <i>Max</i> who’s always been a little sideways before he went batshit villain-mastermind on them.

But they should’ve had him. They should be <i>winning</i>, dammit! They even had the White fucking Lantern (whatever the hell that meant) with them and they should be <i>winning</i>!

Instead, Nate is down and out after his fight with Magog and he’s leaking some kind of radioactive material that Tora is trying keep contained with her ice, Jaime, Gavril and himself are pinned to the ground by some super electro-magnet bullshit S.T.A.R. Labs thought was a good idea to put in their damned <i>floor</i> and Max pushing Bea and Boston’s minds just enough to keep them incapacitated without killing them. Presumably.

Booster doesn’t know what Max has planned and he doesn’t <i>care</i>. He just wants Max stopped and to pay for everything he’s done. He wants Ted’s name cleared and his death avenged and he wants people to stop thinking he and the rest aren’t crazy or useless or jokes from days gone by. Booster tries for his gauntlets- thinking maybe he can switch the polarity of something or overload either his blasters or forcefield generator and it’ll damage the device under them. But his fingers fumble clumsily and he can’t help wishing that Ted was there. Even though Booster knows his tech, Ted was always quicker with the plans and his hands never faltered when his technical prowess was all that stood between them and death.

And if Ted couldn’t have saved the day with Booster’s gear, maybe he could’ve with Gavril’s armor or did something to stop the scarab’s screeching (helplessly watching Jaime grip his head and plead ‘stop stop please stop!’ to some voice only he can hear is breaking Booster’s heart).

If Ted were here, he would’ve gotten Nate into one of S.T.A.R.’s containment cells so Tora could fight without worry. If Ted were here, he could’ve come up with a way to distract Max just enough for Bea and Boston to fight back against his control. If Ted were here, he would’ve pulled some out-f-leftfield stunt that gave them the upperhand.

If Ted were here...

If Ted were here.

And Booster doesn’t know how but he just <i>knows</i> that he’s not the only one thinking that. He can feel Ted’s name in his mind like a pulse; the name taking shape in his heart, twisting and evolving until the name looses meaning and only the idea of Ted- of all he was and all he meant to Booster and to everyone in the room is left.

Ted’s name falls from Booster’s lips because it’s the only thing he can think of now. Somewhere between gasps, Booster can hear Jaime whimper the name. Then it comes from Tora whose attention never wavers from Nate. Ted’s name comes from Bea, slipping out from between her lips and that’s when Booster sees Max flinch.

Boosters grasps onto Ted’s name like a lifeline and says it again. And again. Strong and defiant and looking right into Max’s eyes, daring him to make him stop. The others pick it up, Ted’s name like a chant that brings their focus back. As if, if they say it with enough conviction, they can will the battle back in their favor.

Max is losing it. He’s gripping at his own head and he knows he’s losing control of the situation but he doesn’t know <i>why</i> and that makes him lose it all the quicker and Booster still doesn’t know what any of them can do but he knows that they’re winning and keeps saying Ted’s name.

Boston’s ring drowns the room in white, leaving nothing but haloed silhouettes. And then-

“Special delivery for Maxwell Lord!”

A fist catches Max across the face, landing him flat out and Bea and Boston gasp as their minds are freed.

“It’s an exclusive from karma, bitch.”

The electro-magnet shuts down and for a moment Booster doesn’t know what to do, just looks over Jaime who’s slowly uncurling from himself and at Gavril who’s probably equally stunned under his helmet. A blue light engulfs Nate and Tora sits back on her heels, shaking and drained.

He just stands there as everyone pushes themselves up off the ground and it <i>is</i> him, they all know it in a way they can’t explain. Booster can’t believe it but he does and he clings to that hope so desperately that he can taste the tears in the back of his throat. And still he stands there with a grin that can only be his and eyes that are almost glowingly bright and dressed in blue that isn’t familiar but so undeniably <i>him</i>

There’s a flare at the base of one of his fingers and it says soothingly, “Ted Kord of Earth. You have the ability to instill great hope. Welcome to the Corps.”

>>56289
I drew this before I read that. That being said: it's lovely. I really want Ted to save the day now.

>>56291

If DC did that, I would forgive them for about 80 percent of the rage inducing stuff they've pulled in recent years.

>>56219>>56291

aaaand there goes that lower lip of mine. This is perfect.

>>56289

That's wonderful. Bring it, Ted.

You know, Boston Brand would be a great fit for the JLI...

>>56291

SOMEONE FINALLY DREW BLUE LANTERN TED I HAS MUCH HAPPY

>>56336
Oh, Tim has done it sooner and better than I. I'd post it if I could find it, but I can't, so take my word that it's awesome.

>>56362

But...but now I have to go try and find it. Or magically summon him over here. Or something.

Latest Max prompts:

- Max is less than thrilled that his ex-wife Claire made her own super team. More so that she decided to steal his pick (Booster) to lead this team. But the worst part is the mutual attraction the two share. Either show Maxs' jealousy or a potential confrontation where Claire and Max end up sorta-but-not-really tag teaming seduction on Booster than ends in a three way. And maybe an agreement to share dating custody. Claire/Booster/Max!

- AU where those who returned to life in Brightest Day are either Gods or Kings/Queens of different lands. Max find a somewhat girl crazy but shy kid named Michael that he knows will make a great hero. Taken in by Michael, Max decides he seduce the innocence out of him. Featuring teen Boosters' first time, his introduction into slashy territory and Max abusing his power (as King/god/etc.) to get what he wants.

>>56362>>56368
This it?

just a thought, if blue scarabs and green lantern rings react violently to each other, how do you suppose blue scarabs react to blue lantern rings?

AWWWWWWWWWW!!!! Blue Lantern Ted would be all sorts of AWESOME.

Except BL's seem to be like... really Zen. Really, really, really Zen. How about an Indigo? Indigo Ted! Compassion!

>>56419
I can get behind that!

>>56431
I love Booster's expression!

>>56071

messy, but it'll do.

>>56439
OOOHHH...my hhnnnng!!
Insomniac this is one of your best yet!

>>56419

I'd go into why I like Ted as a Blue Lantern, but it's too long to type on an iPad and that's all I have this weekend.*

So I'll just look at the porn. yayporn.

* I just saw Stan Lee and Adam Savage.** It was awesome.

** Ted and Adam would totally hang out mad sciencing together.

>>56444
afsfsd lucky you. wish i were there. and hey, if you see a very pretty sue-dibny-lookin' girl in a steampunk pirate costume walking around, that's my better half.

say hi to cully hamner!

>>56439

Oh fuuu- I think I need to go grab a tissue and clean up now...

Just popping by to say that when I was at the mall picking up some books for school, I had a moment of weakness at a completely unrelated store and picked up Ted, Booster, Scott and Barda action figures. They were under $10 each. I have no clue where I'm gonna put them BUT I HAVE THEM! ....and only half the books I need for class orz

>>56445

Ah well, maybe someday you'll be able to go. Don't give up (someonestopmebeforeiburstintosongconningmakesmelooney)!

There are a lot of steam punks and a lot of pirates, but I'll look. The only JLI I've seen so far were a Guy and someone in a Blue Beetle hoodie though. Eh.

>>56449

Hey, I missed class to come here. Nerding is more important.

>>56449

Hey, I missed class to come here. Nerding is more important.

"Whoa, is that..."
"Still think I'm making it up?"

----
'It's never been about words with you, Ted. It's what's in your heart.'
'What's in my heart is this little plastic valve----'

-Superbuddies

>>56457

Lol I STILL love Booster's expression, but I really like Ted's in this one too. It's cute.

While we're discussing lanterns, the world needs more Star Sapphire!Booster.

>>56468

I am fascinated by your ideas and wish to subscribe to your newsletter.

Art by Pollums, story by Poisonivory
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There had been a plan at one point. A good plan, Booster was sure. Become a Star Sapphire, find Ted, and then maybe…maybe…

But somewhere along the way Ted had eaten the heart of an Orange Lantern construct or six and put on their rings, and Booster thought maybe he’d licked the Orange Battery…long story short, Ted’s costume was orange now, and he was hoarding things (mostly Booster’s keys. They were in space, after all. There wasn’t much around that Booster hadn’t had in his pockets) like there was no tomorrow.

At least he looked like real flesh under the cowl.

“Mine,” Ted said, gripping the keys so tightly it had to hurt, if Weirdo Fleshy Orange Lanterns could feel pain. “Mineminemine.”

“Sure, keep ‘em,” Booster said wearily. “What’s mine is yours.”

Yes, said the voice inside his – not his head. Inside his skin. Love him, heal the emptiness inside him, make him whole.

“I don’t think my keys are going to fix this,” Booster said, even though he knew it wasn’t a voice he could really chat with. “And you sound like a bad pop song.”

Ted seemed to finally register that there was something in their pink space bubble besides keys. He looked over at Booster, and something in his face changed. “Mine.”

Yes yes yes.

“I don’t have anything else in my pockets,” Booster said, turning them inside out to demonstrate.

But Ted moved across the bubble and put his hand on Booster’s chest. “Mine.”

Booster froze. Ted’s hand was warm, and a pulse thrummed in his thumb. Booster’s heart leaped as if it wanted Ted to catch it, and Booster hoped extra-hard that all the Black Lantern in Ted was thoroughly excised.

Love him.

“Ted?” Booster asked. He couldn’t quite see Ted’s eyes through the goggles.

“I want you,” Ted said, and Booster suppressed a shiver. “You’re mine.”

His.

Ted leaned in and Booster didn’t know whether it was the Star Sapphire power or just his own stupidity that kept him in place, but he closed his eyes and waited for the kiss. But it wasn’t a kiss – it was a bite, Ted nipping at his lower lip just hard enough to hurt a little. Ted moved lower, biting at Booster’s chin, his neck, marking Booster through the photon-thin costume, and all Booster could do was tilt his head back as his nerve endings tingled with the need to obey.

“You’re mine,” Ted said, punctuating each bite. “I want.” Bite. “I take.”

Yes yes yes, but no, there was supposed to be a plan, he had to fix this, fix Ted, but Ted had reached Booster’s nipple and the ring was clamoring to ease Ted’s hunger and God, Booster was so hard.

He reached down – to push Ted away or pull him closer he wasn’t sure – and the tips of his fingers slid under the sides of Ted’s cowl. Ted looked up at him, and Booster froze. He could feel the warmth of Ted’s skin, the faintest rasp of stubble, but that didn’t mean that when he pushed the cowl back he wouldn’t see some kind of zombie face staring at him.

Courage.

“That’s green,” Booster said, but he bit his lip and pushed the cowl back.

And there was Ted’s face, as familiar to Booster as his own name; the curve of his nose, the red-brown of his hair, the faint scar on his left cheekbone where he’d caught flying shrapnel. His pupils were lit with orange and want, but the irises around them were as blue as they’d always been.

Love him.

“Ted,” Booster said, his voice a little choked, and to hell with this biting crap. He pulled Ted in and kissed him. There was something sharp and acidic in the taste of Ted’s mouth, but it was Ted, warm and alive-ish and kissing him back, and for once Booster and the ring were in total agreement.

Ted’s hands were everywhere, feeling, pinching, claiming, and his kiss was all tongue and teeth, too much, too hard. He swallowed Booster’s moan and then pulled away, back to where he’d left off on his trail down Booster’s chest.

“Mine,” he said, nipping at Booster’s ribs. “Take.”

“Take,” Booster told him, his hands weaving into Ted’s hair. “Oh God, Ted…”

Heal him, the ring said. Booster was dimly aware that even if he could transmit all the love he was feeling right now through his fingers to Ted’s scalp it wasn’t going to de-Lantern either of them, but this was as close to happiness as he’d gotten in almost two years and he couldn’t seem to do anything but go along with the ring’s plan.

Love him.

Ted tracing the star on Booster’s thigh with his tongue didn’t help.

“Taketaketake,” Ted said.

Givegivegive, Booster’s ring responded.

Well. Maybe this would work after all.

>>56475
I have always loved this picture and now I have a fic to love with it. Splendid!

>>56475

This was... Cute. x3 I love the way the Orange Lantern makes people act. Larfleeze <3

this happens by the end of generation lost/brightest day, and you cannot tell me otherwise.

>>56502

You should draw some porn... Or you could draw some Max for me. I have totally developed a man-crush on Max since I came to this site. His power is sexy. Anyways what I'm trying to say is that I love your art.

>>56502

I would never try. It tears at my heart...

>>56506
>porn
>max
hmm, which one should i OH I COULD JUST DO BOTH

>>56515

... Do you have a religion dedicated to you? If so I'm going to start going to church. I freakin' love that! x.x Unf, that's so sexy.

OK people, we have now had lantern!Ted in nearly every colour of the rainbow. One of you awesome artists wanna make this queer chick happy and complete the set? :)

(Though the remaining ones are mostly the scary ones... eep)

>>56517
RAINBOW LANTERNS ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE SKYYYY
next: orange? yellow? one of those.

>>56516
If I do, it's not a very good one. Where are all the virgin sacrifices?

>>56520

Nah, we already have in-canon Black, you've done Blue (and tim), Indigo, White and Violet and Pollums did Orange. All that's left is Yellow and Green.

>>56520

FUCK THIS IS BRILLIANT

But the band-aid is KILLING ME

>>55996
>>"I want Booster and Bea to be the bread for a Ted sammich."

Ummm ... I hope this isn't too het for this board. It's got a *girl* in it (per the prompt), but in my opinion it's still amazingly gay (because of, y'know, all the gay sex). But if the idea of a girl in the mix squicks you, probably best to skip over.

Also, this is set during some imaginary bit of continuity where various people aren't dead but Jaime Reyes is in the picture. Sue me.

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"Oh, my God, Ted." Booster sat back onto his heels. "I never thought it would be so <i>big</i>."

Ted beamed, coloring a little. "I know, right? But I'm pretty pleased with it."

His eyes widening, Booster bit his lower lip. "But... where are you going to <i>put</i> it?"

Beatriz snorted.

"Huh?" Ted frowned at Booster and Bea. "Well... on the watchtower, I guess. If J'onn will let me. I'm working on a portable version for the field." He stared up at the machine in front of them, chewing thoughtfully on his lip. "It's scaling the replicators that's the hard part."

"I love it when you talk science," Bea said, sashaying toward the machine and trailing a hand down over its metal flank. She turned toward him and gave him a big doe-eyed grin. "Tell me exactly what it does."

Ted fell right for it, of course, his face brightening with the seven-year-old boy grin he always got whenever someone expressed an interest in his projects. "Well, this I why I wanted you guys to see it first," he said, leading the way over to the contraption's console. "I figure you two are going to be the biggest beneficiaries. What with the fire, and the fact that everything in the universe with tentacles seems to have its sights on Booster, when's the last time you two went into a mission and both came out with all of your clothes intact?"

Beatriz grinned evilly. "When's the last time you two tried to walk past a <i>supply closet</i> and both came out with all your clothes intact?"

"Hmm?" Ted, absorbed in fiddling with the console, looked up distractedly. Booster shot Bea a scowl.

"Nothing," Bea said. "You were going to tell me what it does."

"Well," Ted said, brightening, "It was Jaime who gave me the idea. The alien tech in the scarab uses dead skin cells to make his suit, right? So I spent some time reproducing the mechanism, souped it up with some principles from 3D printing, fed it the A&F catalog, and... voila!" He gestured at the machine, beaming from ear to ear.

Bea frowned. "I... was with you as far as dead skin cells?"

Ted sighed. "It generates and repairs clothing. Any fabric, any form, right out of whatever organic particles it can suck out of the air. You get a tear in your suit, you just stand under the focusing beam, activate the generator, and it instantaneously and sustainably replicates the matrix of your garments to fabricate a seamless..." He broke off, catching the glazed look in Booster's eyes. "It zaps you up a new suit right out of thin air," he said.

Booster couldn't quite convert his laugh into a convincing cough, and tried to cover for it by saying "Oh, cool."

It didn't work. Ted frowned at him. "Why're you laughing?"

"I'm not laughing."

"You <i>look</i> like you're laughing," Bea put in, helpfully.

Booster looked daggers at her, then glanced back at Ted standing looking puzzled in front of his machine, and had to fight down another bout of giggles. "I'm just thinking," he admitted, "that it's funny that, out of all of us, you would be the one who went into fashion design."

Ted frowned and folded his arms across his chest. "And why exactly is that funny?"

"Ted, the newsboy caps! The suspenders! The <I>plaid</i>--!"

Ted stared at Booster in profound confusion, and Booster dissolved back into giggles. He could see Bea trying to hide her own laughter behind her hand. "I don't <i>like</i> you," Ted told Booster.

Damn Bea: this was cheating. "Just because she's better at hiding it," Booster groused.

"Sooo," Bea said, recovering her composure, folding her arms across her chest and hiking one eyebrow. "You're saying if I was to rip my shirt, this watchemacallit could just... fix me up a new one?" She turned, biting down on her lower lip, and gave Ted a hot look. "Can I try it?"

"Sure!" Ted nodded, turning his frown away from Booster. "I think I've got some sample fabric right over -- oh." He swallowed visibly.

Damn, Booster thought, Bea had brought her "A" game. She stood, smiling brilliantly, with the two sides of her shirt in her hands, a brand new fresh rip torn down from the neckline almost to her navel. Inside she was wearing an emerald bra, and the lab's bluish light fell on the soft curves of her breasts. Bea was playing to win today, then.

"Um," Ted was saying, his cheeks turning red, "I mean, it's still in beta testing at the moment..."

If Bea was going to play hardball, Booster would just have to do the same. He clapped a hand across his best friend's shoulders and left it there, resting on Ted's clavicle, even thumbing very slightly at Ted's skin. "Don't sell yourself short, buddy," he said. "You're great at this stuff. If you made this thing, it'll work. I mean, I bet it could even handle... this." And he grabbed the side seam of his own pants, hooked a finger inside, and with a winning grin tore the fabric hard down to his knee.

Bea whistled, frowning.

Ted stood frozen, blinking at the swathe of tanned, sculpted flesh Booster had just exposed. "W- what're you doing?" he squeaked.

Bea pouted. "He's copying my <i>moves</i>."

Ted looked from Bea to Booster in confusion. "Your moves? What moves? What's going on?"

Booster met Bea's eyes, saw, the glint of victory there, and sighed. He turned back to Ted, trying to hold his pants together, smiling. "Okay, okay," he said. "It's... kind of... a dare."

"A dare?" Ted's brow wrinkled. "To see who can make me look the stupidest--"

Bea interrupted him: "To see which of us can flirt more outrageously with you before you notice."

"<i>Flirt</i>?" said Ted, his eyes almost perfect saucers.

"You see how much fun it is?" Booster said.

"But... but..." Ted's cheeks were bright red now, his lower lip jutting a little. "Why would you even do that? Why would you - wow, you must think I'm a real schmuck." He turned away from them and stalked off across the lab.

Bea hurried after him. "Ted, no --"

"No, no, I get it." Ted threw his hands up, turning on his heel to face Bea just as Booster drew level with them. "It's very funny. I mean, it's not like this is new territory for me, from the big dumb hot jock and the gorgeous popular girl, but who am I to knock the classics? Let's all mock the nerdy guy with the lab and the science and the <i>heart condition</i> and the --mmm." Ted's eyes went wide as Booster cut off his rant by grabbing his shoulders, pulling him hard against Booster's chest, and kissing him so hard their teeth clicked.

When Booster released him, Ted stood there looking beautifully shocked. "Huh?" he said. He shot a puzzled look at Bea. "W-what--"

"We're not mocking you," Bea said.

"Well..." Booster tilted his head from side to side, his hands still on Ted's shoulders,"no more than usual."

Ted looked from left to right, his face a picture of bewilderment, at Booster with the side of his pants ripped so far his ass showed and Bea with her shirt torn down to her waist. "But then... what is this? Why are you both..."

Bea turned to Booster. "You know, for such a smart guy, he really is kind of slow to catch on." She put a hand on Ted's cheek, used it to hook him forward, and - Booster's hands still planted on his shoulders - she kissed him.

"Oh god," Ted said, when Bea let him go. His lips were very red and his breathing came in hard. "It's pollen, isn't it? Or... you're evil sexbot clones, or... No! Wait! This is that one dream I had where--"

"Ted. Buddy. Relax. It's us. We like you." Booster slid around to stand behind Ted, massaging his shoulders - tense as steel cables - while Bea brushed a thumb over Ted's full lower lip.

"W-well... sure..." Ted said. He seemed to be finding it hard to breathe. "I like you guys too, I-"

"No," Bea said, pressing her free hand against his chest and trailing it down toward his stomach. "We <i>like</i> like you."

Booster threaded his arms around Ted's waist and pressed a kiss against the back of his neck, just below the lowest curl of his dark hair. Bea took the cue, looped her own arms over Ted's head, kissed the equivalent spot on the other side of his throat, and pulled back to give him a wink.

"Mmm," said Booster, pressing himself against Ted's back. "How's that looking?"

Bea chewed the inside of her cheek, studying Ted's face: Ted's startled, gorgeous face, with its big round blue eyes and parted lips and the flush of pink in his cheeks that had started out as embarrasment but was turning rapidly into something else. With a thumb she traced the furrow of his brow. "You know what," she told Booster, "he's still <i>thinking</i>."

Booster whistled. "He can manage that still? What a superhero." He gave Ted a peck on the neck. "But we can fix that." He tugged at Ted's waist, turning him around so he was facing his best friend, letting Bea press herself up now against Ted's back. Booster planted a small, chaste kiss onto Ted's still-parted lips, traced a hand down the side of his neck and over his chest. "Booster," Ted said, his breathing hard and the flush in his face getting deeper.

Booster looked Ted in the eyes, removed the palm from Ted's chest to take Ted's own hand. He gave it a gentle squeeze and leaned to whisper into Ted's ear. "OK, buddy?" he asked. "We won't do this unless you want-"

"I want," Ted breathed. He let his head drop back against Bea's shoulder. "I definitely want. So much. I just can't believe you both-"

"Ah, knock it off," grinned Booster, "You know you're gorgeous." And, still holding Ted's hand, he fell to his knees.

Ted's pants dropped around his ankles while Bea reached around to pull away his shirt. Kneeling between Ted's feet, Booster slid a hand up the inside of Ted's thigh: he slipped his fingers inside the hem of Ted's boxer shorts and rubbed the soft skin and rough hair inside there, making Ted groan. When Bea licked up the column of Ted's neck, Ted groaned harder, and Booster moved his hand over the swell inside Ted's shorts and squeezed. "Keep doing that, Bea," Booster said. "That seems to work."

Bea nipped at Ted's neck, and Ted bit down on his lip. "Booster," he said, "Bea. Please."

Booster kissed Ted's inner thigh, rocking his hand back and forth over Ted's trapped erection. "Please what?"

Ted opened his eyes, frowning. "Please, sir?"

Booster laughed, and Bea snorted, and Ted dropped his head back against Bea's shoulder. "You're teasing me again," he said.

"Damn right we are," Booster said, and he cupped his hand to circle through the fabric over the head of Ted's cock.

When Ted groaned again, Booster grabbed the waistband of his shorts and made to pull them down, but Bea reached around and caught his hand. "C'mon," Ted sighed, fisting his hands in the back of Booster's hair.

"No," Bea said. "Ted was so kind as to show us how ripping our clothes need never be a problem again; I think we should take him seriously." She met Booster's eyes, and winked.

"Right!" Booster grinned up at them both. He moved his hand so the fabric of Ted's shorts was pulled taut between his hand and Bea's, and began to tug. The fabric tore with a sharp ripping sound, splitting away to uncover Ted's cock, hot and hard against his body. "God, Ted," Booster said, and he leaned in close and took Ted into his mouth.

Ted gasped and screwed his eyes shut, breathing hard, as Booster wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and began to suck. Behind Ted's shoulder, Bea sighed. She slid her hand up over Ted's stomach, up to his nipples, and pinched. "Oh my God," Ted groaned, and Booster took him into the back of his throat, hollowing his cheeks and thrumming his tongue against the head of Ted's cock. "Booster -- so good."

"You look incredible," Bea murmured into Ted's ear. He turned his head, his eyes burning and desperate, and kissed her mouth, petting all the time at Booster's hair. Booster reached around to cup Ted's ass, to squeeze him, letting his fingers dip into the crack and press up against Ted. Ted cried, sucking on Bea's lip. "Please," he said, pulling his mouth away from her with a gasp, "I need - need something... Booster..."

Booster released Ted's cock from his mouth and sat back onto his heels, his cheeks burning and his own cock hard, his torn pants threatening to fall away from his hips. "Bed," Booster said, urgently, struggling to his feet and pressing himself full length against Ted to kiss deep into his mouth.

"There's a bed?" Bea said, breaking briefly from kissing the back of Ted's neck. "In your lab?"

"Work late a lot," Ted gasped, as Booster put his arms around them both, stroking Bea's back, the pair of them pressing Ted so hard between them he looked as though he would lose it there and then.

>>56553

They untwined from one another for long enough to stumble to the small room in the back of Ted's office, where Booster helped Ted pull down a complicated foldout bed from the wall.

Bea folded her arms across her chest, grinning. "You keep this bed here for sleeping," she said.

"Right."

"And Booster knows how it works because..."

"He's naturally smart," Ted supplied, looking red and disarranged.

"Less talking," Booster said, tackling Ted onto the mattress.

"I'm OK with that," Ted agreed, muttering into Booster's neck. He shut his eyes as Booster used one big hand to hitch his knees up and knelt between them. Booster took Ted's cock in his hand again, pumping slowly up and down, making a red flush spread in the v between Ted's collarbones and a fine sweat break out on his brow. "Booster," Ted sighed. "God, Booster, don't stop." Ted was beautiful like this, Booster thought, with his long eyelashes lowered onto his cheeks and his arms folded up above his head, the muscles in his arms and torso stretching and his thighs taut either side of Booster's kneeling body.

Booster looked back over his shoulder. "You're being too polite," he told Bea. "Get over here."

"Just admiring the floorshow," Bea said, but her voice was heated, and when she sat down on the bed next to them and Ted reached up to pull the remains of her shirt away her eyes fell shut.

"You're beautiful," Ted gasped, his voice coming apart, reaching around her back to unping the hook of her bra while Booster lay down beside him and kissed the tender skin where his throat joined his chest. Ted reached up to touch Bea's breasts, stroking and tweaking her nipples, and she sighed, winding her arms around his neck and leaning in to kiss him deeply. Booster's chest was tight, watching the two of them, but his cock was so hard and the feel of Ted's body against him was melting his brain and making his whole body thrum. He trailed an arm across them both, petting at the dip where Bea's back flared up to her hot round hips, then moved his hand down and back to stroke Ted's sides and smooth over the curve of his ass, pressing kisses into Ted's neck all the time. When Booster pinched him Ted cried out, reaching back desperately to shove the remains of Booster's ruined pants off his hips, rubbing his hand over Booster's dick without ever breaking the kiss with Bea. Booster groaned and peeled off his underpants, wriggling his hips to shuck them down his thighs, and Ted moaned into Bea's mouth from the contact of bare skin against his own. "You're both so... you're both... feels so good," Ted sighed.

Bea broke the kiss, smiling, and slid down Ted's body, pressing her forehead against his belly and sliding his cock in her hand. She was pumping it now, breathing hard, while Booster cupped and squeezed Ted's ass and Ted lost control of the noises he was making, moving past words and only moaning into the bedsheets, into Booster's mouth. Then Bea wrapped her hand right around Ted's cock and lowered her mouth to it, flicking a hot lick over the head: Ted gasped, and when Booster ran a finger up behind Ted's balls Ted cried out, and his eyelids flew open. "Too much," he gasped, grabbing Bea's wrist to still her hand. "Too good - can't hold on if you - nngh". He was panting now, his eyes wide and bright and and his pulse racing in the vein at his throat under Booster's lips. "Want to... want both of you," he choked, desperately. "Lube - in the box beside the bed." Bea leaned up and kissed him, and Booster's eyelids fell closed and his breathing hitched as he fumbled for the bottle of lube.

He found it, rolled back down onto the bed, and pressed himself full length against Ted's hot back. Beyond Ted's rounded shoulder Bea watched him, biting her lip, one hand reaching up to stroke Ted's hips and stomach and the other pressed hard between her own legs, inside the jeans and panties she hadn't had time to take off. Booster squeezed the lube bottle, letting the clear stuff trail down over his fingers and rubbing them together. He leaned close to Ted, kissing his earlobe. "You ready, buddy?" he whispered, pressing a gentle fingertip against Ted's hole. "Booster, please," Ted managed, and Booster pushed his finger slowly inside. Ted buried his face in the bed, choking and moaning and close to tears. "Booster - now - can't wait," he said. "Fuck me, Booster, please, fuck me, fuck me fuck me fuck me-"

"Woah," Booster whispered, "Steady." He pushed another finger into Ted, scissoring them gently apart. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You really, really, really won't," Ted choked, pushing his ass back hard against Booster, who groaned and buried his face between Ted's shoulderblades.

"Okay," Booster said. "Okay." He pulled his fingers out of Ted's ass - Ted cried at the loss and shoved back against him - and lined up his hips behind Ted's. "Ready?"

"For God's sake, Booster- ah!"

Booster pushed all the way inside Ted's body in a single stroke, jamming his hips up against the curve of Ted's ass, digging his fingers into Ted's shoulders so hard the joints ached. He felt the strain in Ted's body, the taut jump of muscles adjusting to him and trying to relax. <i>Not going to last</i>, Booster's brain reported briefly, and he crushed his face into Ted's neck and let his hips rock helplessly against his best friend, this gorgeous guy, this person he loved more than anyone in the world. "Booster -- Bea-- I can't... please," Ted begged, releasing the grip on Bea's wrist. She kissed his belly, rocking her own hips against her hand while Ted squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples. "I can't," Ted said again, and Bea ducked her head and sucked his cock into her mouth. Ted cried out, and when Bea slid her tongue up the fat vein on the underside of his cock, and Booster thrust again all the way into his ass, Ted lost it and fell apart and came so hard that the convulsions of his body pulled Booster over the edge with him. Booster slammed once again into Ted's body, blind with wonder as he came inside his best friend, and the sight of the two of them falling to pieces, the feel of Ted in her mouth, did for Bea too, and she arched back, her toes curling and her body shaking and for a moment all three of them were blind, dumb, boneless, sprawled together on the bedclothes with their minds blown.

Booster's mind drifted back to him gradually as his breathing and his heartrate slowed. He opened one eye, looking across at Ted and Bea lying tangled together, Bea's hair spread across the bed and Ted's ribcage still heaving as he tried to slow his breathing down. He grinned, feeling suddenly very sleepy, and sucked a kiss against Ted's neck.

"Mmph," Ted said, reaching back and over to pat Booster on the ass, wincing a little as Booster moved against him.

"Okay," Bea sighed, throwing her arm up onto her forehead. "Who won?"

Ted wriggled in between them. "Pretty sure I did."

Booster laughed, pulling carefully out of Ted and sitting up. "I think we should call it a tie."

Bea raised an eyebrow. "You do, do you? I think we need to have a <i>rematch</i>."

"I can't believe Bea still has her pants on," Ted said, patting Bea's denim-covered ass."Well, mostly on, anyway."

"Zipper's busted," Bea reported. "Your instacouture machine any good for zippers?"

"Yeah," said Booster, "I'm glad you've got that thing. These are the only pants I've got here and I've got a meeting with Max in an hour."

"Ha," Ted said, "About that." He was, Booster thought, wearing something rather like a guilty grin.

"What?" demanded Booster.

Bea propped herself up on one elbow and frowned at Ted. "Yeah, what about it?"

"Weeellll... you know I said it was in beta testing?" Ted shifted on the bed. "It's actually kind of... in alpha testing. Like, I haven't actually got it one hundred percent working yet. I mean, the latest round of bugfixes, I'm preeetty sure will have got everything ironed out, but I--"

Booster met Bea's eyes. "I'm stealing his pants," he said.

Bea nodded. "I'm stealing his shirt."

And they both tumbled out of the bed at once.

Man we're going through these threads fast.

>>56555
Oh my god, this is hotter than hot. It's the OT3 I never knew I had.

>>56561
i've got a few pieces in the works, so i'll start the next thread once we're off the first page.

>>56562

Yeah, I'm kind of surprised by this ship too. I never even knew I liked Bea. Now I feel kind of bad for making her keep her pants on >_<

One more for the TED LANTERNS EVERYWHERE. Just gotta do green!

Yellow Lanterns have terrible senses of humor.

>>56579

Then we can have a Ted Lantern rainbow. Yes.

>>56589

Aaaaaaaaaand now I want Booster in the center of a Ted Lantern Harem.

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