sexy threesomes with bea/max/other beetles/??? are also very acceptable.
last thread: http://plus4chan.org/boards/coq/res/55106.html
Hate to be a dropkick in your fun, but isn't Bea a girl?
And isn't this a gay board?
Bea is the flaming cherry on a delicious Boostle sundae. It's still very gay, but Bea adds an extra note of awesome.
Yes but.. tits.
idk I'm just being the no-fun police I guess
From what I've seen, there's been plenty of no-tits content plus people have been mindful about warning for Bea if she's in the fic/art/whatever. There's plenty of gay still there just with some Fire added.
We can't have it in any other board, so I don't see what's wrong with a smidgen of it here.
I... changed some text? I'm sorry!
WHAT BOOSTER TRULY FEARS.
and yes, technically bea and her fantastic brazilian assets are not /coq/, but as long as we keep being prudent about spoilers and warnings, i see no harm in it.
Or we could just genderflip her. I, for one, would not mind seeing that particular threesome.
Ha filename FOR THE WIN!
Sorry for xx-chromosoming up the place, people - I will keep my girl stuff to a minimum here on out. Anyone looking for prompts? I've got a jones for more nonevil!Max/Booster...
Also looking forward to the last of the glorious technicolour lantern Teds. I can see him going green just specifically to peeve Guy.
Non-evil-Max/Booster intrigues me terribly. I may have to give it a shot. I'm thinking Conglomerate-era? Or pre-JLI? Or post-JLI, for that matter, when Booster goes full-commercial and Ted's distanced himself?
I'll admit a bias toward pre-JLI, (relatively) innocent and eager-to-please Booster, heh. Life is sad, let's have happy smut :)
I AM TOTALLY ON BOARD WITH THIS. Especially if it leads to more porny Max fanart.
So my complete idea for Lantern-ressurections was Blue Lantern Ted, Indigo Lantern Sue and Star Sapphire Ralph. Sue would wack Max over the head with her staff until he agreed to turn good again, and Ralph would be extremely clingy.
Agreed. Some innocent Booster would be nice. Mmm but all I care about is Max using mind control... That power is such a freakin' turn on.
It REALLY is.
I guess he could unknowingly use it, if it's a pre-JLI story.
well, to be fair, his mind-control powers didn't kick in till well into the JLI years. so it'll be mindhax OR pre-jli.
I vote mindhax. Like I said I mostly care about Max. I would prefer mindhax with no innocent Booster. Either way I'll enjoy it. I'm looking forward to it.
Mindhax is cool.
Preview for 36 is up! Enjoy your mostly naked Ted!
I am loving naked, sexually satisfied, fourteen-times Ted.
>Blue Lantern Ted
>Indigo Lantern Sue
Yes, this sounds great!
>Star Sapphire Ralph
OH GOD OH GOD YES PLEASE HNNNNNGH
Someone could do innocent pre-JLI Booster and Max, and then follow that up with later era mindhax. Or something. Slightly drunk just-got-on-the-JLI Booster gets overly friendly with Max, apologizes because people in this era are more sensitive about that stuff, finds out Max doesn't mind, and decides to "thank" him? With a blowjob? And then years later Booster is mad because Ted's all serious now, and Max "convinces" him to get back at Ted by having sex with him?
Maybe DC is apologizing to him for the whole getting shot thing? But yes, sex god Ted is awesome and totally canon now.
>Star Sapphire Ralph
I KNOW RIGHT? IT SO TOTALLY WORKS.
well now I want Theodore "Sex God" Kord fic.
Am I the only one not so much impressed with 'fourteen times' as it I am with 'fourteen times so quickly'? Because really, it shouldn't take more than a few hours for Ted to realize his friends are missing (and if it takes longer or he didn't realize at all, you're such a bad friend, Ted) so... yeah.
Though now I'm highly amused at the idea of Ted and Booster taking entire days off just to see how many rounds they can go before they collapse.
Max: *notices Ted and Booster going to a room with bags of supplies and discussing something that sounds suspiciously like a challenge* What are you two up to?
Boostle: *not looking at all innocent or like they want to tell Max what they're about to do* Nothing?
Max: Tell me.
Boostle: You really don't want to know.
Max: I really think I do.
Boostle: No. You REALLY don't.
Max: Tell me or you're on monitor duty for a week.
Boostle: ......we're going to see how many times we can have sex until we drop.
Max: .....WHY DID YOU TELL ME THAT!?
Boostle: YOU MADE US!
5 days later...
Max: *opens door* "You guys still..."
Max: "...I brought you coffee."
Booster: *peeks out from under covers*
Ted: "...That's suspiciously nice."
Booster: *reaches for coffee*
Max: *backs up* "So...what's your secret?"
Ted: "...You really wanna know?"
Max: *comes closer*
*several minutes and one easily subdued businessman later...*
Ted: "Ahh, I gotta hand it to ya Max, that wasn't half bad."
Max: *grumpy, tied to chair* "Yeah, yeah."
Booster: *tosses cups* "Well, now that we've got our energy back..." *smirk*
Max: "...Oh boy." *Is dragged under the covers*
*Several hours later*
Sue: "Max, why are you limping? And where are you taking all that coffee?"
I love that in the context of the jumbled pages it looks like Booster's Booster-sense is warning him that Ted is sleeping with someone else. OH NOES.
...This doesn't help my craving for Jealous Booster any. I was thinking Extreme Justice era Jealous-of-Firestorm Booster, but Jealous-of-Princess Booster works too.
It's either a.) magic, which they sort of imply and/or b.) she got "taken care of" 14 times. She's also a different species so...*shrugs*
D'aw, Ted, don't bounce on a magical chick. You know that's not going to end well.
So who's going to be the first to write Ted trying out his newly-learned epic tongue-and-left-knuckle skillz on a very impressed Booster?
Okay, yeah, so I probably lost the thread of this around the end because I'm kinda tired but I've been wanting to do a Booster-is-jealous-of-Ronny thing for a while now so things happened and yeah. Enjoy. Or something. I'm gonna sleep now.
ps- sadness ahead because I obviously can't do anything with Booster in life support armor without making him a sad puppy which you really can't blame him for.
It started with <i>almost</i> pure intentions. Ronny liked going out for a drink, the problem was he was a social drinker and considering who his teammates were, that drastically narrowed down his drinking-buddy options. He also thought Ted worked way too hard and way too much for someone that was a good drinking buddy, narrowed options or not, so at least <i>that</i> part was purely intentioned.
It took some pestering to get Ted to go out. Not just pestering Ted himself, but Nathan and Maxima because annoying those two meant they passed him off to the first person they saw (or knew where to find) and given Maxima’s interest in Will that meant Ronny had a 50-50 chance of being dropped off to Ted. And if Ronny was <i>really</i> ambitious with his pestering, Nathan would tell Ted to get Ronny out of the base for a bit (because apparently Ronny needed a chaperone, but whatever- it got him what he wanted).
Ronny <i>did</i> enjoy Ted’s company, drinking or not. He was smart- probably smarter than Professor Stein was -but he wasn’t anything like the brainy, responsible types Ronny knew. Ted was funny and sarcastic and once they were away from base he was up for just about anything Ronny suggested. Which was great because what Ronny wanted was to push Ted against a wall and just touch him all over- for reason he couldn’t really articulate, if he were to be honest.
Maybe it was the way that Ted talked to him- not as a kid who didn’t know what he was doing or that he was less of a man because he was a model or because he overcame leukemia, he couldn’t take care of himself. Instead he just laughed, slapping Ronny on the back, trying to get him to snort beer out of his nose with bad jokes and never held it over Ronny’s head when he drank a little bit more than he should’ve.
Ted was strong and dependable and Ronny would bet his mouth would be as hot and pliable at the arm he’d steady around Ronny’s waist and his hands as carelessly sure around his dick as they were draped on his shoulder.
All Ronny needed was another drink or two to steel up his nerves, to reach out and slide a hand up Ted’s thigh, to lean in and feel Ted’s breath against his lips before Ronny closed the distance and let everything else happen...
Booster absolutely and emphatically did <i>not</i> stay anywhere where he could look at the monitors set up around the base’s perimeter. He certainly didn’t stay up until all hours of the night, waiting for the telltale sign of a car coming into the mountain and the security confirmed that it was Ted driving. Just as assuredly, Booster did not watch the cameras hawkishly as the car stopped and Ted clamored out a little unsteadily and pulled a far less steady Ronny out of the back. His jaw didn’t clench at the sight of Ronny practically draped across Ted to be carried down the hall and his fists didn’t tremble as he fought the nonexistent urge to zoom in to make sure Ronny was keeping his lips to himself.
Booster wasn’t doing any of this, but that didn’t mean he was <i>blind</i>. Not like Ted was, apparently. Honestly, how could he not <i>see</i> the way Ronny was throwing himself at him? If he were any more blatant, he’d be humping Ted’s leg!
Not unless Ted <i>did</i> know. Did he? Could he? No- Ted was notoriously bad at noticing when someone was coming on to him. He never realized when Bea flirted with him and Booster had to straight out <i>tell</i> Ted he was flirting with him and Ted <i>still</i> missed it half the time. So unless Ronny said something, Ted wouldn’t realize it.
But <i>if</i> Ronny said something... what then? What would Ted do? Was he saying it now when he was pressing his nose just under Ted’s ear, lips forming words that the camera couldn’t pick up? Or when he stroked a hand across Ted’s stomach in a poor attempt at needing to hang on to something? Or when he tangled their legs together, tripping Ted into a wall with Ronny pressed up tight against him, an intoxicated grin too uncomfortably close to Ted’s lips, parting as he said something that could’ve been ‘careful’ or ‘yes’-
Booster didn’t stand at the monitors, counting heartbeats and breaths and seconds between the time Ted and Ronny disappeared into Ronny’s room to the moment Ted came out alone. Just like he didn’t let out a relieved breath, just three seconds away from heartbroken, every time he left Ronny’s room. He didn’t feel angry and frustrated and humiliated those nights, waiting for Ted to return to their room and fall asleep.
Those nights the only thing Booster actually <i>didn’t</i> do even though he really wanted to was hold Ted tightly and say how much he didn’t want to loose him.
In the morning, Ted really needed to talk to Nathan about Ronny’s drinking. Okay, so Ted told himself that every night they went out and the next day was always inevitably filled with one crisis after another and really, Ted himself was in a better position to actually do something about it, but Nathan should know. Probably.
But... if he were honest with himself, Ted liked going out with Ronny. He liked going out with Ronny because it reminded him of going out with Booster and that was something Ted missed sorely. Drinking, talking about nothing, forgetting about their responsibilities until the sun was beginning to rise again. It wasn’t fair to Ronny that Ted was using him like that. That whenever they hung out, Ted couldn’t stop remembering times spent with Booster, going from one bar to the next, leaning on each other as they staggered back home, then falling into bed with hands and mouths on skin. It wasn’t fair to Ronny <i>or</i> Booster, but Ted couldn’t help himself. Ronny was persuasive when he wanted to be and, well, Ted didn’t take much persuading to do certain things.
But there were certain other things Ted wouldn’t do at all.
He let Ronny hang off of him, pressing against him and Ted missed having another body against his own. It was nice and comforting and not at all like the armor Booster was stuck in. But no matter how much Ted liked the feel of heat and skin, of a weight in his arms and someone’s pulse counterpoint to his own, the first time Ronny tried to kiss him, Ted pulled back.
He smiled benevolently at Ronny, pushing his shoulders down until he lay in bed and told Ronny he was too drunk to be fooling around and he wouldn’t remember it in the morning anyway. Ronny would scowl and fight, but Ted just kept him in bed, massaging his fingers against Ronny’s scalp until he fell asleep.
Ted never mentioned those moments to anyone. It would only mortify Ronny for either acting that way or getting turned down and it would only hurt Booster that Ronny tried to kiss him when Booster couldn’t. Booster was already beginning to give up on getting out of that armor as it was, there was no need to give him possible idea that Ted might leave him for someone with an intact body.
So Ted kept that to himself and the guilt he felt for letting himself get distracted from what he needed to do <i>now</i> by memories of what he wanted to get back, Ted locked himself in his lab, even when all he wanted to do was curl up against Booster- armor or not -and sleep.
There would be time for that later, when Booster could live on his own again, when he was warm and flesh and they could remake all those wonderful, tortuous memories again. Until then, Ted’s needs could wait.
Aw, poor tin can Booster. (I totally share his view of Ronnie as well.)
Yessss, thank you! But also OH NO POOR BOYS. Their post-armor reunion sex must have been EPIC.
Seriously. I want to see this badly.
Well it's a good thing I've been thinking of it today because- haha, that other one was kinda... crap. So, to make up for disjointed no-love-triangle: shower porn!
Set during Extreme Justice 14, post-Post-It-tentacle-lion-of-DOOM and pre-remote-control-slap-fight.
Man, it felt <i>great</i> to be out of that armor. No- great was a strong enough word. Hell, Booster couldn’t thing of a strong enough word and he didn’t care because he was <i>free</i> and <i>alive</i>! What the hell did he care about words right that second? The new suit felt better than the armor, but Booster just wanted to feel his skin again and Nathan had to talk him out of wandering around the base in his underwear. Maxima was surprisingly amused by it, even going so far as to suggesting that Nathan appeared to be doing much the same since it certainly didn’t look like he was wearing <i>pants</i>, but then Will jumped in and said, “Man, I really can’t think of a tactful way of saying this, so I’m just gonna say it- what about a shower first?”
Booster stared at him for a long moment. “That is a very good idea.” And not just because months of nothing but the occasional sponge bath left him a little ripe- the thought of hot water pounding on his skin was just so... <i>tantalizing</i>. In fact, the idea of feeling <i>anything</i> was and, as Booster stepped into his bathroom and out of what little clothes he had. Even before he turned the water on, Booster was already rubbing a palm over his cock- already stiffening and getting stiffer by the second, but the very thought of even just water running over him. He couldn’t help gasping at the sensation, of the shower pelting against his shoulders and chest, of water streaming down his legs and steam in his lungs. It was too much, it was wonderful and Booster pulled at his cock and leaned against the cool shower tiles and just <i>felt</i>.
The door to the bathroom opened and Booster knew exactly who it was before they even said anything. He pulled the shower door back and told Ted, “Get in.”
Ted didn’t even bother undressing, just surged inside with hungry hands and greedy mouth and desperation in his eyes. He pressed Booster into the wall until he could feel the tiles imprint themselves into his back and the fibers of Ted’s clothes scratching his skin. Booster moaned against Ted’s tongue, hands tangling in dampening hair, thanking whatever non-existent deity was around that he couldn’t feel any metal, hear any mechanical vibrations. Just him and Ted and the shower and it wasn’t enough but it was everything Booster wanted.
Ted broke away from his lips, running rough, quick kisses sporadically over Booster’s jaw and neck, muffling needy sounds against warm, pale skin. His hands slicked over Booster’s sides and hip, gripping at his ass, running up and down his thighs. “Booster,” he sighed, “oh god, Booster. Booster. Booster...”
He ducked his head enough to pull Ted into another kiss, holding him until the trembling stopped, until the desperation wasn’t from fear that this wasn’t real but from just wanting to drown in Booster’s taste.
“It’s alright, buddy,” Booster said, his voice almost getting swept away by the water. “I’m here, I’m whole.” He grinned, pushing Ted’s bangs away from his eyes. “And I’m all yours.”
Ted grinned back, pulling Booster from the wall and turning him around. Water pelted down Booster’s chest, gathering down his hips and pooling in Ted’s hand where it cupped around Booster’s dick. As he began pumping, Booster groaned leaning his head back to rest against Ted’s, hands tangling in the wet material of Ted’s shirt. He pushed his hips back, jeans rough against his ass but it made Ted gasp and buck and Booster couldn’t help doing it again. And again and again until Ted growled against his neck and squeezed until Booster shuddered, gasping as he came.
His knees threatened to buckle, leaning almost entirely against Ted who simply held him, gently kissing his neck and lightly petting at his stomach until the trembling ceased. Booster panted against the water that pattered against his face and clumsily pushed his hair back.
“Hmm,” and Ted could’ve passed for being clinical if there wasn’t a note of teasing in his voice and if he weren’t reaching down to trace around Booster’s balls, “we may need to work on your stamina a bit.”
Booster didn’t care about being witty or whatever. He just shoved Ted against the wall and kissed him like it was the end of the world. Their hands fumbled together, peeling Ted’s shirt off and tossing it over the stall where it landed with a heavy thwack on the other side. Booster ran wet, sucking kisses down Ted’s chest, down his stomach and against his bellybutton. He tugged at Ted’s jeans until they came undone and it and his boxers were shoved down to his knees.
He sat back on his heels for a moment, the water sluicing over his back as he stared and that was almost too much. The familiar sight and scent made Booster’s mouth water and jaw ache. He could remember the way Ted tasted, the weight and heat against his tongue and he could feel himself stirring again. With a moan, Booster engulfed Ted’s dick- too much, too quickly and he tried to remember how to open his throat.
“Hey, hey.” Hands tugged at Booster’s shoulders, forcing him back, making him look up at Ted’s fond, understanding smile. “We got all the time in the world now, buddy. Don’t force it.”
Booster swallowed and took a deep, steadying breath. Then he leaned forward, sucking the tip of Ted’s cock in his mouth and lapping at the head. Above him, Ted groaned and fingers wove through Booster’s hair as he bobbed slowly, taking him in inch by inch. One of Booster’s hands crept up between Ted’s legs, pressing and rubbing the sensitive skin behind his balls while the other went to his own lap, stroking his own hard length. It was so good to be able to do that again and Booster was whimpering and moaning just as much as Ted was. Booster breathed in deep and felt the back of his throat open like second nature. He swallowed Ted down to the root, pulling back slow and sucking hard and he felt Ted tremble against his tongue, in the way that was so familiar, so sorely missed-
Ted came, hoarsely crying Booster’s name and he drank down as much as he could, but Booster had to pull back, his second orgasm stealing his breath. Ted slid down the wall and Booster practically crawled into his lap, tucking himself under Ted’s chin and reveling in the ability to do so, an ability he had practically given up on.
“Looks like I’m not the only one who needs to work on their endurance,” he said, humming happily to himself.
“Yeah. Guess it’s a good thing no one’s expecting us anywhere tonight.”
Booster eyed his best friend. “No?”
“Nope.” Ted gave a smile that was sly and carefree and missing from his lips for so long. “I told Cap you should take it easy for a bit since you need to readjust to life outside the armor and just to make sure Monarch’s voodoo won’t be coming back. And, since I was the one primarily taking care of you, I thought it would be safest if I were near by. Just in case.”
Booster grinned back. “I’m glad to know you’re looking after my wellbeing.”
“Absolutely.” A hand traced down Booster’s spine, rubbing the small of his back, fingertips brushing the crease of his ass. Booster shivered and his tone was done playing.
“Forget the shower. I need you and a bed. Right now.”
oh yes, i remember that
ANYWAY: this was splendid
i will try to have something written soon, there are just so many prompts/ideas bobbing around that it's hard to settle on one.
>>14 times so quickly
The rest of the issue confirms that this was 14 times within *30 minutes*! I don't know whether to be impressed or horrified :)
SO MUCH YES. Oh, boys. It's a shame Xtreem Justice was so dreadful, because they were so completely married during it.
Unf. Goodness gracious... That was steamy.
LATER THAT SAME DAY...
WILL: Huh Booster you've still got a ton of crud under your toenails.
BOOSTER: Oh yeah, how about that. Gross.
WILL: But you were in the shower for ages.
WILL: What were you doing?
TED: *Pointed look.*
WILL: .... That's xtreme.
Okay so who's read today's Gen Lost issue and is going to do something with the explicable-only-by-slash "big boy" line?
Can "14 TIMES" be a meme now? Because it kinda is already in my head. It can be Ted's "IN A CAVE WITH A BOX OF SCRAPS"!
*runs off to read comics books*
Aw, Max. Why can't you be sexy and badass while being a good guy?
(Someone needs to draw/write Max being sexy and badass and good. Or anti-villian/anti-hero-ish at least. Like, saving Booster from a bad guy or something.)
>Oh cool, Booster's popular with the ladies
>The three girls are teenagers, and one of them's 12
I can see him being popular with young girls, like a boy band or something. And he probably plays it up because he has to be Mister Celebrity/Buy My Stuff. And he's safe - not intimidating like Batman or Superman, but not someone that you'd ever actually seriously go after, or who'd try to go after you like someone close to you/around your age might if you fawned over them.
I think it's cute. But I'm weird. And Supergirl is probably just doing it to annoy Clark. (And who is Esmeralda there?)
That's Gypsy. I think she's from JL Detroit.
- That's kinda as bad as the guy named "Apache Chief" from the Superfriends cartoon.
- To me, Gypsy = purple vacuum robot from Mystery Science Theater.
- Now I keep imagining Booster hanging out with the other Disney Princess girls.
- We need more Booster with fangirls. Or fanboys. Or fanboy-Max.
Booster did keep, uh, 'yowza'ing over Miss Marvel despite knowing she was like 16.
He did!!! Aghhh
You could always handwave it as being Booster attempting to piss off I'm-too-mature-to-joke!Ted.
It's even worse - Gypsy isn't, in fact, Romani at all. She's just some girl named Cindy from the suburbs. (I mean, I love her to pieces. But.) She was actually in the extended JLI with the boys - she was on Task Force when they were Xtreeming it up.
I always figured it was just a product of his upbringing. Earlier he was making a point about how everyone was making a big deal about his marriage to an old lady (which was fake, but...still). Not saying he's a creep. Just sixteen year olds might be looked at differently in the 25th century than the 21st?
>Men with high fat levels were found to have higher levels of the female sex hormone oestradiol, which disrupts the chemical balance in their body, making them last longer during sex.
>The survey’s results found fat men could last an average of 7.3 minutes during love making, while others only lasted 1.8 minutes.
And now we know why a younger, more fit Ted Kord can go 14 rounds in 30 minutes. Thank you, science.
It was only a half an hour since Booster left Ted, so maybe it's not as impressive as we thought.
Huh. Look who showed up in Red Robin this week.
If they do get the JLI back together, the Bat-kids (and Birds) should take turns teaming up with them.
Sweet! So does Tim know or are they playing it off as the "Boosters' helping just because." He seems more impressed with Superman, GL, and Rip than Booster.
OBLIGATORY SCAN POSTING
Jaime's going to have to get used to his new team's dynamics.
I don't think he knows, but he's probably got a better opinion of Booster than most other heros do since he used to hang out with Ted, was on a team with Bruce and is presumbly friendly with Dick.
"OMG AWESOME FIGHT SCENE WOOHOO ASS-KICKERY AND STUFF!"
"...Wait a minute, this kinda doesn't make any sense. Max knows Booster isn't as cocky and stupid as he pretends to be..."
"...WHO CARES FIGHT SCENE YAYS!"
It was never explained if Tim knows or not and, honestly, it's something that really bugs me. Dick didn't know until Booster told him about the photos, so obviously Bruce didn't tall anyone and yet Tim knew Rip and Booster had access to time machines way back in issue 9. The 'how' and 'why', though, is still nonexistent, iirc.
Forgot to mention in the last post, I freakin' love those Star Trek-type boots, so seeing Max with them is like extra unf.
Anyway, WOOHOO MORE FIGHTING.
Dang it Max, stop being funny. "Tying a chick to railroad tracks!"
Are Max's arm muscles BIGGER THAN BOOSTER'S?! Okay, I know he's been working out but something is seriously wrong here.
Yeah, you kinda do actually Max.
Yay, more awesome and sexy and mind control. And boy scouts. And I think Max has been infected with 90s, look how big that gun is.
Well, I think it's pretty common knowledge (especially if you hang out with a guy that has contengency plans for everything in DC) that Rip has time machines.
Anyways...I'm seriously starting to think this isn't Max. I wasn't sure before, but it's like they just transplanted his memories and snarkyness onto someone else. And he's macho, and having crazy epic shoot-outs with Booster and stuff.
On the other hand, the ring said it was Max, and I assume if this Max was a fake it would have gone for the real one or called him something else. Unless it specifically needs evil!Max to stop Magog or whatever.
Damn it, I just want real!Max to show up in the middle of a battle and kick crazy!Max's butt. They at least better explain what happened to him evenually. (But I think they will, since they keep reminding us that he was a good guy once.)
But...but you don't need to get rid of Jaime to bring back Ted. And Booster can find other things to angst over. Or Ted can come back and not be able to tell Booster right away and then they can both angst YOU KEEP REMINDING US HOW AWESOME TED WAS DC YOU BETTER BRING HIM BACK SOMEDAY.
And there's a bunch of really cool Ted art up here right now, so you guys should go look at it. Yep.
I hope it's not another "Tim is such a great detective that he figured it out" because he doesn't know Booster like Bruce does. And I find it really hard to believe that Dick or Bruce would tell anyone about something they promised to keep secret.
The time machine thing is simple for Rip, he's known as a Time Master but Tim shouldn't know about Booster. Rip was listed as a contact for Booster in CTIC in the Checkmate databanks but that was before they actually worked together. It's not common knowledge as Hal Jordon didn't get why Booster knew someone like Rip.
I think it has more to do with Max saying that Booster is rushing in to fight him without knowing what he's up against. He has Boosters' forcefield which leaves Booster unprotected should Max shoot him.
Booster Gold 36:
OH MY GOD EVERYTHING IS AWESOME
TED! SMART BARDA! BICKERING! MARRIED! SKEETS! TIGHT, WELL-PROPORTIONED BUTT! INVASION! EVERYTHING!
Skeets, you are the best little robot companion ever. You are right up there with R2-D2 and WALL-E.
You know, when even the weird alien guy that doesn't understand emotions and has only been around you for 5 minutes sees it...
First word - please have Booster finding out something to do with why Max is crazy now.
Ted squeeing over time paradoxes! And the boys making up, aww.
Booster looks damn good in black bodysuits. Rawr.
Ted collects degrees for the fun of it. Including English Lit!
"Neither are you!"
"That was actually fun - in a...nauseating kind of way." (Skeeeeeeets <3)
And something from earlier that I didn't post - "One issue of Generation Lost later..."
Skeetsy! And omg, the butt line. "I'm gonna pretend you didn't just say that."
I love writers who play up the gay so, so much. LOVE.
When I was at DragonCon, in the delars room, there were these big boxes of paperback comic book trades for 50% off, all mixed up in some completly random order. The first one I pulled out? Invasion.
It was like...*DESTINY* *sparkletext*
(Destiny encouraging my slight obsession with JLI/Maxwell Lord.)
I just read it. It was amazing.
Jaime, honey, you were on the Teen Titans. You are in no position to talk about teammates arguing amongst themselves.
Unf. I need more Max. Mind control is so sexy. The blood helps too... I'll be in my bunk.
Yeah but the Teen Titans are, you know, teenagers. They've got hormones and school and stuff. These guys are supposed to be more mature than that.
On the other hand, they wouldn't be nearly as much fun if they didn't argue and bicker with each other.
...Wait, I think his blood's going black again there. Maybe it does that if he uses it too much? And what was he doing in there anyway, and why did he have to do it right where they were?
Yessss. Completely helpless and immobile Booster...oh the things you could do with that...
I will be completely honest in saying that JGL 9 and BG 36 were both sore disappointments. JLGL was a whole bunch of nothing new going on and BG... well, Ted being a chipmunk was amusing at least. Though space must be a strange and surprising place if Brainy things it nothing odd for a humanoid and a chipmunk to be lovers.
Ted and Booster's character model's are up.
Maguire's scanner must be crap because this is hurting my eyes. Ow.
nooo I loved both. 'specially BG was spectacular.
Max wastes his power. The things he SHOULD do with a helpless and immobile Booster.
Unf. That butt.
But...but I liked them. Fight scenes and funny and stuff.
Well, he didn't really have much time to take advantage of it. But that's what fanfiction is for! :D
The thumbs-ups look vaguely perverted. Or I'm just a pervert.
In a different thread, but it involves Max and sexy businessmen orgies that someone needs to write, so I thought I'd crosspost.
Well, no one's required to agree with me, just saying :P
Also- have some half-assed shower porn because I obviously don't want to do my homework.
Max/Blood is my OTP
Why is this so disturbingly hot. WHY.
Well done, good sir/madam. I can't stop staring.
Oh my goodness, you guys. Look what I found.
Nah, I'm with you. Didn't love either one.
Gen Lost was okay but not as good as last issue. I hated this issue of BG.
My bunk. I'll be in it. Don't wait up!
Augh, LOVE this.
Ted, it is going to be *no fun* getting out of those drenched jeans. Well, I mean, it *is*, but... y'know :)
/coq/, I just watched Changeling and now I'm incredibly depressed. Hit me up with cheery/heartwarming/happy smut-writing prompts?
Can't really think because I should've been in bed two hours ago, so I'm just going to go with what's being talk on the radio. Rain or competition (or both?), take your pick.
Hmm, rain isn't your standard fare for happy stuff, so since I'm kind of perverse I think I'll take that. Let's flip that pathetic fallacy on its head! Back later.
Unlike my previous efforts this is certified 100% girl free, but if you have a big squick on dubcon then be aware that this is Max-with-powers. Because I was going for happy I've tried to, uh, explicitly not make him a creepy rapist, but the powers are a bit of theme.
Standing at the window watching the rain, Max thinks, is one of life's more subtle pleasures. It makes him feel deep and poignant, filmed in black and white, sort of European. The world is a vale of tears, a shimmering and half-formed image behind the water's ceaselessly shifting curtain, a place of dissolving sadness and color running gradually to gray.
Standing at the window watching a soaked-to-the-skin Booster Gold asking you if he can get naked in your office, Max thinks, is one of life's less subtle pleasures. But then subtlety, Max thinks, is often criminally overrated.
"This place is just so much closer than my apartment," Booster's saying, dripping steadily onto the carpet tiles, "and I knew you'd have a towel. I feel like my face is going to dissolve."
Max retrieves the towel from the cabinet where he keeps a change of clothes and gym kit and hands it to a grateful Booster. "It's been pouring for hours. How long've you been out in it?"
"Ugh," says Booster, tipping forward at the waist to wrap the towel around his head, all the muscles in his back straining beautifully under his drenched shirt and, oh, there is a sight to behold. "All of ten minutes. I went as fast as I could. Didn't stop me getting soaked to the skin."
Max swallows. "If you didn't move so fast you wouldn't get so wet. You expose yourself to more raindrops by running." That was what they'd concluded on Mythbusters, wasn't it?
"Ted says that's not actually true, you know," Booster observes, towelling his hair. "It's more important to reduce the total time you spend in the rain, according to Ted."
Blah blah blah Ted, thinks Max. Less Ted. More not-Ted.
Booster gives him a smile, kicking off his squelchingly wet shoes. "Anyway, enough about Ted."
Okay, Max thinks, okay, that is still well within the bounds of coincidence. He narrows his eyes a little, but that only increases the tightness in that spot between his eyes, between his sinuses, where the pain always starts. He raises his eyebrows and blinks to clear his head, wiping his palm across his brow.
"Oh? You two on the outs again?" And why is he even asking, since he explicitly does not want Booster thinking about Ted?
Booster waves a hand. "Ehh." He picks at the hem of his waterlogged t-shirt. Damn, Max thinks, if he'd only take it off...
"You don't... have a spare shirt I could borrow, do you?" Booster asks, wrapping his arms around himself, and the action strains the wet fabric taut across his chest so that the circles of his nipples show darkly through the cotton.
Max swallows hard and pinches the bridge of his nose.
"Max? Are you OK?"
"Fine! Great! Perfect! And... yes, I have a shirt. Gimme a second."
"Thanks Max," says Booster, and in the same instant he's peeling the wet cotton up off his stomach and shucking the t-shirt over his head in one easy motion.
Max turns on his heel so fast his shoes squeak and throws open the cabinet door, staring into the dark inside to focus his damn mind. This isn't even on purpose, Max thinks, and it isn't even his fault. And he isn't even one hundred percent sure if he's actually doing it; if the faint tingle at the front of his skull isn't just from pinching down on his nose; if what's going on right behind him isn't just Booster being Booster, Booster being so vain of himself and comfortable in his incredible tanned skin that he isn't the least bit bothered letting everyone else get a good long eyefull of it. He's like this all the time, isn't he? Showing off and damn well aware of the effect he has on people, cocky and self-assured and tactile and--
--and he drops a hand on Max's shoulder.
Oh God, Max thinks, why is this happening? He's had the powers for years now, never had so much trouble turning them off. Maybe they're starting to take him over. Maybe he's going soft in the head. At least that would be one part of him going soft.
"What've you got in there, Narnia?" Booster asks, peering over Max's shoulder into the cabinet. He leans past him to pull out a hanger bearing an Italian double-vented suit with creases so sharp you could cut yourself on them. "Huh, this is a nice suit. I thought you'd gone off them? You're always rocking the t-shirts nowadays."
Maybe it's the suit, Max thinks, desperately. He used to wear them all the time. Maybe all his problems with his powers started when he switched to t-shirts. Maybe his suits had evil-retardant properties-- he catches himself and exhales hard. He's definitely going soft in the head.
"Are you sure you're OK?" Booster asks, and Max turns to look at him. The water has got right through Booster's clothes and left his skin glistening; he's a little cold, and his nipples are standing up hard from his smooth chest. A raindrop falls from his still-wet hair and trails down over his collarbone and chest, into the valley between his honed abdominal muscles and down toward the waistband of his wet jeans. "You look a bit... feverish?"
"I'm fine," Max says, and his throat seems to have closed up so much his voice almost squeaks. He coughs deliberately and tries again, this time with bass: "I'm fine."
Booster is standing very close to him, still with that big hand resting casual on Max's shoulder, his bare arm with its fine dusting of golden hair draped across Max's back. Max wills himself not to will Booster to lean forward and close the short distance between them and press his lips against his own, and even as he's thinking it the cause is lost and Booster's craning in, smiling lazily, eyelids half-closed, and his mouth against Max's is warm and firm and insistent and oh, God, Max is done for. Booster parts his lips and Max's tongue slips inside, kissing into the warmth of Booster's mouth, Booster's blue eyes falling closed and his eyelashes brushing Max's cheek.
As they kiss Booster uses his arm to turn Max around to face him fully, cupping the back of Max's head with his other hand and pressing his fingers into Max's hair. That's a good sign, Max thinks, that seems very deliberate and intentional, and the more Max thinks it the more Booster seems to be petting at him, and as Booster presses his whole body up against Max's own Max concludes that the only thing for it is not to think at all.
"Booster," Max says, when Booster releases his mouth to gasp a lungfull of air.
"Been wanting to do that for a while," Booster grins. He lets his hands move down the back of Max's neck to brush at the hot skin just inside his collar, his body still pressed full length against Max's so Max can feel the thudding of his pulse against his chest.
Booster laughs, letting Max go, dumping himself backward into Max's desk chair, stretching out his long athlete's legs. "Don't look so shocked. I'm hardly the only person to have a crush on you."
This is good, this is good news, Max thinks -- but then, isn't this exactly what he'd want Booster to say? He groans and covers his face with both hands.
"C'mon, I promise not to ask you to be my boyfriend. Or to pay me more." He rubs a thumb thoughtfully over his chin. "Though, actually--"
"Booster-- I think you should go."
"Oh." Booster sits forward in the chair, looking puzzled. "Max, I'm really sorry if I... I thought you wanted me to."
Is there any reason, Max wonders, why Booster has to look so damn fucking delectable when he's confused, and why he has to be confused for such a significant proportion of the time? "That's the problem," he sighs, finally grabbing a shirt from the closet, balling it up and tossing it at Booster.
Booster catches the shirt but doesn't put it on, just sits there looking at him, biting down lightly on his own lower lip, brow creased. "I don't get it."
"As you may recall from our many years of zany yet profitable association, I'm good at getting what I want." He gives Booster the most significant look he can muster.
"It's what we all love about you!"
"Booster... really good at getting what I want."
He still isn't getting it.
Max sighs, raises his hands up to his eyes and wiggles his fingers at Booster, miming shooting him hypnotic waves.
"Ohhh," Booster says. He blinks at Max, then grins broadly. "Heh, you think you're making me do this?"
Max shrugs irritably and turns away from him, only to get spun back when Booster leans forward and grabs his arm.
"Max," Booster says, reaching up to tap the side of Max's nose. "I don't see any hemoglobin."
Max blinks a couple of times. He wrinkles his nose. His perfectly sound, non-aching nose. Well, how about that.
Max gathers himself, shoots Booster a sly smile. "I had no idea you knew the word 'hemoglobin'."
"Just for that, I'm going to make you give me what I want," Booster says, and he folds his arms over his own chest, sprawls back in Max's chair, and plants his bare feet wide apart, looking up at Max with a broad, lazy, grin. "Take your shirt off."
Never before, Max thinks, pulling off his shirt so fast he scrapes his own skin with his fingernails, has an idea of Booster's sounded quite so compelling.
>"Oh? You two on the outs again?" And why is he even asking, since he explicitly does not want Booster thinking about Ted?
>Booster waves a hand. "Ehh."
As this seems to fall between Superbuddies and OMAC and because I think Booster is a jealousy retaliator, the first thing that came to mind was:
'Booster found out about Ted and Babs. And he went to Max out of some twisted kind of revenge because he knows Ted knows he's always found Max attractive and he's petty like that. Then Ted found out and him and Booster argued because his relationship with Babs isn't ACTUALLY like that and they hook back up and Max is jealous and then Ted gets shot in the head and OH GOD BRAIN, WHY DO YOU RUIN THINGS FOR ME??'
So yeah. It was good until about halfway but my brain is stupid and I was sad for the rest. I'm sorry ;~;
I will come back shortly and FIX THIS WITH BOOSTLE. Deal? :)
that was me, not logged in on my phone, which is counterintuitive since this board is how I get through conference calls...
YOU, YOU... Look at what you made me DO!
hargblgergeg awesome I loved it!
Boostlethon art is posted!
Porn is here: http://community.livejournal.com/boostlethon/15819.html
Non-porn is here: http://community.livejournal.com/boostlethon/15450.html
WOOHOO! I was just thinking about this today, too!
SUIT PORN GOOD.
I'm pretty sure something actually broke in my brain when that one showed up in my inbox. Smelled toast burning and everything.
I love you all so very much. Don't ever change. Hnnngggh.
Is it wrong I like Max/Booster more than Boostle? If it is I don't want to be right.
I'm kinda liking the threesome more, honestly. Boostlax?
Boostleord? Lord Boostle? Moostle? I don't know. But Booster needs all the lovin' he can get right now. *hugs*
That reads as Booster/Parallax to me. (Or a constipation treatment.)
Yeah, name mashing can get really weird sometimes. (I kinda like Moostle myself, just because, well, Moooooooo!) (I am easily entertained.)
...But Booster is the kinda guy who would market something like that. Or other things involving asses. Or something like this, which doesn't really have anything to do with what we were talking about but yeah - http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheManYourManCouldSmellLike
BWA HA HA I LOVE IT WHEN A PLAN COMES TOGETHER!
I mean...ummm...iwasnttryingtogetyoutodrawboostershirtlessinatowelwhatareyoutalkingaboutlol? But unf that facial expression. Seductive Booster is sexy.
I imagine when the "Look at your man - now back to me" part comes on, Ted just stares at Booster with a really smug look on his face.
(THE ROBOT IS NOW DIAMONDS. ILU.)
I actualfax lol'ed. Then I had this conversation:
Friend: Poor Skeets!
Me: It's okay. Booster got him tickets to that thing he loves.
Me: (P.S. That thing is Ice Capades.)
Here's a neat Easter egg from the Batman: The Brave and The Bold video game: Booster's soda being stocked at Ted's lab. And because I know people are still skeptical about that Blue & Gold episode, here's a video interview with James Tucker confirming the episode's existence: http://www.movieweb.com/comic-con/2010/news/sdcc-2010-exclusive-batman-the-brave-and-the-bold-season-3-cast-interviews
For those who can't view the video, what he says is, "Ted Kord will return, and I won't say how, but expect that to be a fun Booster and, ah, Beetle team-up."
There's also going to be an upcoming JLI episode penned by J.M. DeMatteis (third paragraph): http://www.jmdematteis.com/2010/03/odds-and-ends.html
>JLI episode confirmed
>Booster and Ted episode confirmed
Oh Idiosyn, did you think I wouldn't notice that flexibeetle you sneaked into Thursday?
I like to think there's a little something for everyone in there =D
(but of COURSE i'd throw in some flexi!beetle!)
>Writing these characters is so much fun I’d do it for free. But don’t tell DC, okay?
Okay, it's not gay but I have to mention this Max and Sue post anyway because lol d'aaawww. http://scans-daily.dreamwidth.org/2382432.html?#cutid1
And we need Sue to come back and Max's reaction to Sue coming back and blahblahblah stupid DC is stupid blahblahblah. *grump* (And I still want Indigo Lantern Sue hitting Max over the head with something.)
D'awwwwww. I loved their banter.
Would you guys mind if I compiled a list of Booster and Beetle's non-comics appearances and posted it to the Boostle community? Or do we already have a post like that?
Go for it! I need a cheat sheet of BatB episodes to watch. *g*
Hee, Booster has the Old Spice eyebrow nailed.
Today I think I'm gonna write DanDreiberg!Ted messing about with the Bug while Booster "helps".
"Hey, Boost- remember when you asked if you could help me work on the Bug and I said sure?"
"Taking your pants off doesn't really help."
"Well, what if I do this?"
"Okay- sticking your butt in my face REALLY doesn't help and is actually pretty distracting."
"*griiiiiiiins* Is it, now?"
"Yes- WAIT! Not like that! (maybe)"
On second thoughts, I think *you* should write this :)
Unfortunately, I don't know if I'll have time to D:
People Who I Want To See Join/Team Up With The Current JLI After Generation Lost:
-Ted Kord as the tech guy/base commander/info gatherer - basically their version of Oracle. Because then Jaime can stay as Blue Beetle and Booster can have his Ted back.
- Maxwell Lord, because being forced to team up with your archenemy is fun.
- Jason Todd, because he needs to hang out with fun people once in a while and they can all snark at each other. Tim and Dick and Steph need to take turns having team-ups with them as well.
- The Birds of Prey, just because.
- Roy Harper, for the same reason as Jason.
- Miss Martian, because she's cute and J'onn would recommend her if he was busy.
- Power Girl and Terra, Boston Brand, The Question, Catwoman, maybe some other bad guys I don't know.
- Crossovers: the Avengers, New Avengers, Deadpool, Wolvie, the Authority, the Watchmen(which isn't their name but I don't care we need Ted/Dan nerd party)...Pet Avengers? Yes.
Who would you reccomend?
"A book this month features a very nice tribute to Ted Kord. But I won't say which. Birds of Prey."
What you said. In many different pitches.
But yeah, I think Bart (Kid Flash) and Booster would get along great and drive Ted and Jaime crazy. Is there a name for the heroworship Jaime has for Ted? I like to think of it as Beetlecest.
Here it is! Booster/Beetle/Superbuddies appearances in non-comics media: http://community.livejournal.com/boostle/425748.html
Any recommendations to make it more readable, guys? Is there anyone I'm missing? Should I take out the blurbs?
I know I'm missing a ton of cameos (especially from JLU). Any help in that area would be greatly appreciated. :)
...there was a JLA TV show with Guy in it? And he sings opera? Um, clips or it didn't happen.
Don't expect too much. He's Guy in name only.
See, that sucks because Justice League International would make an awesome TV show. Superheroes + sitcom + action + comedy + drama + romance + compelling characters + character development + cool plotlines + mystery and intrigue + ONE PUNCH + guy love! It needs to happen.
At least we're getting a Batman: BATB episode out of it. So looking foward to that. <3
Lmfao at Barry. xD
Well I couldn't agree more. I love guy love...and I love Guy. I also love when Guy decided to be more lovely, even the head injury that caused it. Okay I'm going to stop now, but oh I do love my JLI.
Figured I might as well quit being so nervous and post this here too, even if most of you probably pay some sort of attention to the boostle community already. Jaime/Bart porn for y'all. http://community.livejournal.com/roborabu/1473.html
So I'm updating the non-comics list to include Booster's mentions in the 52, Infinite Crisis, and The Death and Life of Superman novelizations, and I'm remembering how much the 52 novel annoyed me. For those who haven't read it, the only storylines that made it in were Booster's, Renee and the Question's, Black Adam's, and the Intergang/Oolong Island scientists stuff. Oh, and all references to Ted were excised from Booster's plotline.
In Booster related news, I was checking the guest list for NYC ComicCon and Geoff Johns is supposed to be there. I am excite.
Also Jimmy Cheung the Young Avengers co-creator/artist. Fuck yes.
"We did some swift, efficient asset stripping, carried out the required amount of research and development, and then I was invited to position my product in his niche market. I did my best to satisfy his high demand with as much supply as I could muster. After a period of violently fluctuating market penetration, the bubble finally burst, and we sank back, our sales forces completely spent."
(Someone needs to work this into Max-related porn.)
( http://community.livejournal.com/weepingcock/509053.html )
Hee. That reminds me of my on-again off-again wish for pre-JLI Ted/Max, just interacting as ridiculous 80s businessmen and getting drunk together. I don't even need them to do it, I just need them to wear the blue business shirts with the white collars and listen to "Come On Eileen."
80s businessman, you say?
EXACTLY. Max needs to give Ted a hostile makeover. (Hell, ANYONE needs to give Ted a hostile makeover.)
And Huey Louis and the News.
I would like to reaffirm my desire for Max and Booster to forcibly drag Ted out shopping, try on lots of clothes, and then when he still resists "persuade" him with ugly tie bondage.
So check out what was revealed in BOP this week. It's big, blue, and in the middle of Gotham. (And I really want to see Bruce's reaction to this. And Booster's for that matter, but he's kinda busy right now.)
And it's got an Italian resturant, a gift shop, and a super-secret high tech base. Go Babs.
(And the adorable new canon gay couple might end up there as well.) (Now I really want Booster to pay them a visit.) (lolmoregayforTedjokes) (sorry that's kinda bad isn't it)
Ahhhh that was fantastic! <3
And speaking of Jaime, if any of my fellow /co/mrades are attending NYCC and see a chick wearing this bad boy (along with the rest of a Jaime getup), please to stop me and say hi! I love you all. :'D
Oh god, is that an actual backpack? I want that to be an actual backpack. I would bring it to class with me EVERY SINGLE DAY. Even if it's too small to carry my supplies.
Cartoon Network is airing the Batman: The Brave and the Bold episode, "The Siege of Starro! Part One," tonight at 7 PM. Booster has a big part in this one, so if his BatB incarnation interests you, I'd definitely recommend checking it out!
>>57629 I... oh man, now I really need to finish the Earth 11 Booster costume in time! Love the backpack, it looks so cute!
Yep, it's an actual backpack! It's pretty big too, so it should be able to hold plenty of stuff. I'm just scared to get it dirty by bringing it to class. ):
If you come to NYCC as Booster and we find each other I would love you forever and ever and ever.
Do you have a tutorial or something on how you made it? God, I'd love one of those.
No, sorry. ): I didn't actually make it myself; I had it commissioned because I'm craftily challenged.
I have a crush on you and I don't even know what your face looks like. I mean.
Now I have to dress up as civvies Ted for NYCC.
DO EET. Boostle /co/mrades NYCC meetup y/y?! Let's make it happen! PLEASE.
Also polite sage because it seems I have temporarily hijacked this thread (sorrysorrysorry).
That's okay, I'd like to hear about NYCC as it is something I could possibly go to someday. Not this year, but someday.
We need some action in this joint! Gimme some prompts.
Something with birthdays? Because it's mine =D
Suit porn. Sex toys. And, um, more threesomes?
Yar! Because it be International Talk Like A Pirate Day, have ye some dumbfuckery (which isn't pirate lingo but i don't care. arr.)
Aww, don't be mad, Ted! Booster's just gonna plunder your booty. :D
I may be of the belief that Booster has great nipples for hoops =D Which makes me think...
Can I change my request to involve nipple-rings?
Well, it's already started, so...next time? (Even though Booster doesn't even have nipples, according to Adam Hughes: http://www.comics.org/issue/47437/cover/4/?style=default)
I'm sure when Gladys was getting her facelifts, she had a doctor surgically attach nipples onto Booster because the lack thereof disturbed her.
(i've kinda got this bunny in my head now where booster's attempt to update his image included getting nipple rings and is incredibly distracted by them because- hi, extremely sensitive area in an incredibly tight costume and i don't know i'm going with it but porn is likely to ensue in some form and i really need to finish my homework first.)
Anyone up for December solicits?
The cover for Booster Gold #39 is just... ouch.
And now I'm imagining them running around JLI headquarters dressed like pirates annoying people and singing and when everyone else chases them out they go sail around in the Bug pretending it's a pirate ship and fighting bad guys (some of whom are also dressed as pirates). And Booster makes Skeets dress like a parrot, and he's horribly embarassed by the whole thing.
And Rip and Jaime get involved as well and pretend to be annoyed but are secretly loving it. And Jaime's friends and his sister and Rani and I'm getting cute AU in your porn now, sorry. Well, they still totally do it that night after they drop everyone else off.
While I do love me a good bout of man-tears, didn't they already do 'Booster goes back to his hometime and gets arrested for stealing the timesphere' in his first run? Wasn't that when Michelle went back with him?
That's actually very similar to another Talk like a Pirate-day thing I was thinking of doing halfway through the first one. Which, now that the more immediate homework is done, I may sketch out :P
More stupid pirate stuff! (no porn, sorry)
Max/Booster AU Gen Lost fic
>BOOSTER GOLD #39
>Forced to face the reality that his best friend Ted Kord is never coming back from the dead...
But...but whyyyyyy noooooottt? *whimpers*
>JUSTICE LEAGUE: GENERATION LOST
>Covers by DUSTIN NGUYEN
>Max Lord’s ultimate plan – and Wonder Woman plays a major part in it!
How did Max become a Wonder Woman villian?
>The Dark Knight and Mr. Unknown – the Batman of Japan – go up against Lord Death Man.
They've been positioning Max as a Wondy villain for a while though, haven't they? I remember Star Sapphire Wondy had a showdown with Black Lantern Max during Blackest Night.
I know, but it would have made more sense for him to go after Booster. WW was only affected by his death, Booster was tramatuized by the whole thing. Is he just so beat up and woobie that even the darkest force in the universe can't bring itself to sic both zombie!Ted and zombie!Max on him at once?
(Actually, BL Ted and BL Max meeting up would have been pretty funny, in a morbid sort of way. They would have snarked at each other the whole time.)
I am trying to write mechanic-shop Boostle smutorama and they won't stop bloody talking. How do you people deal with this?
In my head that's not Ted's grave. Cos that's not a Jewish cemetery :)
I think Max is more of Booster villain than WW. Their both more emotionally invested in each other. But I think this has more to do with Max needing to either settle a score with her for killing him or prove something. Just look at that panel where he tells Booster how WW murdered him and the universe sent him back anyway. Max isn't over it.
The grave can't be Teds'--at least not one with Teds' body in it. That was reburied at the Vanishing Point...that's already destroyed by the start of Time Masters.
Yeah, as long as he ends up being more of a Booster/JLI villian I guess it's okay.
Wasn't that body a fake BL ring construct or something? I thought Max destroyed the body, or did I hear wrong? And Booster might have brought Ted's body back after BN was over, I don't think he'd want to leave it there.
I don't know. Darn confusing zombies.
We can't. That's why there's so little Boostle porn. Because they can't stop talking long enough to fuck. :)
You could just do it the Deadpool way and have them blabbing the whole time during the sex.
Use ball gags.
(Or ugly ties.)
Max had the body cremated, but I don't think Jurgens knew that because Booster definitely says there's a body in the casket during Ted's funeral - gunshot all to hell, but there. So that retconned body was what came back to life and what Booster buried at Vanishing Point.
Well originally Geoff Johns was going to write some scenes in BN. But they decided to put it in BG instead and he helped Jurgens with details so really it's hard to tell who's idea it was. But I always thought it was supposed to be a change in the timeline because of the time travel they used to take Ted out of it.
Jaime and Booster fought BL Ted in 26-27. They took off his ring hand but the hand started to grow back. They took off in the time sphere before the ring could return to the body. At the Vanishing Point Booster reburied Ted (no words appear on the tombstone but it's a cross) and Skeets showed Jaime and him a room full of Ted memories on the VPs' screens. That was the last we saw of Teds' body. The Search for Bruce Wayne had the VP falling apart around issue 2 where Bruce left the group. It's gone by the start of Time Masters.
Power Girl #19 seems to be the Power Girl/JLI crossover Winnick's been hinting at: http://www.comicbookresources.com/news/preview2.php?image=solicits/dccomics/201012/dcu/P-Girl-19.jpg
Reading the solicits (http://www.comicbookresources.com/?page=article&id=28421) makes it sound like PG #19 will occur before JL:GL #16. What do you guys think?
I think I have to posst this cover, because it is awesome.
So Max looks pretty badass here...but he also looks blond. And like he has boobs. And pretty much not like Max at all.
I miss when Max looked like this and not a roidrager.
In which our heroes eventually find something other than talking to do with their mouths.
Booster Gold's dearest friend has a foolproof method for hidinghis life as the Blue Beetle from those who know him as Ted Kord, wunderkind creator and near-instantaneous albatross of a half-dozen Fortune 500 companies.
"In that, it is literally proof against fools," Booster observes, propping himself against the doorframe of the desperately secret workshop in which Ted stores the Bug and a billion dollars' worth of other Beetle paraphernalia. "And only against fools."
Ted's voice echoes tinnily from the Bug's undercarriage. "You found your way in."
"Ted, your security system is a paper sign taped to the door that says "Top secret - keep out!""
"You'd be surprised how often that works." All that's visible of Ted are his legs from the knee down, sticking out from underneath the Bug, which is propped up a few feet off the floor on some kind of jack. "You know what I think?" he says. "Right-thinking people read the sign, spend a second wondering what I might be doing in here, and decide they just do not want to know."
Whatever it is Ted's doing, he's lying flat on his back in overalls to do it, and it's giving Booster a mental image to conjure with. He mooches into the warehouse, pats the Bug's metal carapace, and peers down at Ted, who is lying on a low flat trolley pushed right underneath his ship.
"Right-thinking people miss all the fun," Booster says. "Inquiring minds want to know. And so do I."
"Heh. You only want to know because you want to ruin it for nefarious purposes of your own. Pass me the spline drive screwdriver." Ted sticks the very tips of his fingers out from under the Bug and points at a toolbox lying by his feet. Booster obliges, fishing the tool out of the crate and squatting down on his heels to put it in Ted's hand.
Ted takes it and the hand disappears, then reappears a second later brandishing the screwdriver. "That's not a spline drive, that's a Phillips head!"
Booster shrugs and swaps the thing for another. "They all look the same to me."
Ted's voice echoes off the bottom of the metal. "Never trust a man who doesn't know his tools."
"It's your rudimentary medieval junk that's putting me off," Booster says. "In my century we have robots for this stuff."
"Yeah," Ted says, wheeling himself even further under the Bug. "Where is Skeets, anyway?"
"He doesn't trust you around him with a screwdriver. Says you get a look in your eyes." Booster shoves his hair back off his brow. "What exactly are you doing, anyway?"
"The technical term is "futzing"," says Ted. There's a short grunt, then a series of metallic clangs chime out from deep below the ship's belly. "Got a theory that I can reduce wind shear effects during takeoff if I remodel the hull, but I don't know if the new shape would screw up the landing gear retraction mechanism."
"And you're finding out by futzing?"
"Mmmph ff ghff mff hnghhmphph," says Ted.
"Eeww," says Booster, "have you put that thing in your mouth?"
Ted scoots out from underneath the Bug, grinning up at Booster from the little wheeled platform, the handle of the screwdriver indeed wedged between his teeth.
"You don't know where it's been," Booster says, and Ted rewards him with a salacious waggle of the eyebrows, before taking the thing out of his mouth and shoving his bangs up off his forehead. It hits Booster all at once, how nice-looking his best friend is, with his untidy hair and his skin flushed from work and a thin streak of motor grease in the fold of his cheek where he's grinning. He's wearing work boots and mechanic's overalls, but by Ted's standards that's not too far off a decent look.
"You can't do innuendo, Ted," he tells him, though damn if it isn't doing the trick.
"So I'm practicing." Ted cranes himself up into a sitting position, clicking a few cricks out of his neck. "Anyway," he says, reaching forward to pinch the fabric on the arm of Booster's shirt so that it twangs back against his bicep. "Where do you get off lecturing me about secret hideouts and then showing up here in your colors?"
"You're getting Bug grease on them," Booster grouses, swatting Ted's hand away.
That seems to be all the provocation Ted needs, because he leans further forward and swipes his palm right across Booster's chest, smearing a thick line of engine oil in its wake. "That," he says, "is why the smart money wears overalls on a shop floor."
Booster regards his wrecked shirt in round-eyed horror, then he cracks a mean smile, narrows his glare, and fixes it on Ted.
"What?" Ted says, scooting an inch away from Booster on the trolley.
"Overalls have their downsides too." Booster grabs the zipper on the front of Ted's kit and pulls it all the way down.
"You bastard!" Ted's on his feet in a second, grinning maniacally, upending the bottle of Guardol engine lube in his right hand to squeeze its contents out into his left.
Booster backs away: "Not the hair!"
"Oh yes," Ted says, and before Booster can dodge him - or before the part of him that wants to dodge can overrule the part that really doesn't - Ted has him in a headlock and is scrubbing lubricant into his hair.
In spite of himself Booster lets Ted do it for a second, lets Ted hold him there with his head against Ted's chest and Ted's arm circling the back of his neck. Under the half-shucked overalls Ted's wearing a faded green t-shirt; below that he has on jeans, but the shirt rides up and from this vantage point Booster has a good glimpse of two inches of naked Ted-stomach. He grins to himself, then he drops his shoulder, toppling Ted off balance. He gives Ted a half-second to gasp in surprise and then throws him forward onto the floor. He does it gently, but the air still huffs out of Ted's lungs with a satisfying "unh".
Booster stands over his felled friend, grinning triumphantly, arms folded across his chest. The effect's hardly wrecked at all when a drop of lubricant drips down from his messed-up hair onto his nose. Ted smiles up at him too, then remembers to frown, and says "I let you win that one."
"Oh, really?" Booster hikes an eyebrow, and dumps himself down to sit on top of Ted. "What about now?"
"Hey!" Ted reaches up to fight him off, but Booster grabs his wrists and pins them on the concrete by his sides. "That's cheating," Ted's saying, "That's cheating and that's-" -
"-that's probably about enough talking for now," Booster says, letting go of Ted's right hand to free up his own, and using it to cover Ted's mouth. He takes advantage of Ted's brief shock to capture the freed wrist along with the left one and pin them both to the floor above Ted's head.
That's more like it.
Underneath him, overalls pulled half off and t-shirt ridden halfway up his chest, hair all over the place and the tips of his ears bright pink, Ted glares up at Booster from above the palm clamped over his mouth. Booster drinks it in for a moment before the look in Ted's eyes switches gears from mad to devious, and Booster senses what's coming right before Ted licks him.
"Eew!" Booster snatches his hand away. He frowns down at his sticky palm for a moment, then a lightbulb pings above his head and he wipes it on Ted's shirt - just skimming his hand off the fabric and down onto the warm flesh of Ted's stomach. He hears Ted's breath catch when his hand connects with skin, feels the muscle shiver under his palm. He glances up - right into Ted's eyes, and instead of the giggly glare he still half-expects as punishment for wiping saliva on his shirt, Ted's expression is burning, all heat and want and excitement and encouraging. Booster gasps a quick breath. "Well," he says, "If you're going to do that with your tongue, I might as well do this." And he leans right in and kisses Ted full on the mouth.
Ted is dead still for a moment, as though he can't believe what's happening, but when he starts to respond it's with a hunger that sends electricity shivering over Booster's skin. His tongue strokes against Booster's and he deepens the kiss, parting his lips further, then pulling back to bite at Booster's lower lip. When they break apart his eyes are closed and his breathing heaves, and Booster listens to his own blood pounding in his ears til Ted opens his eyes again and stares at him, the smile all gone, something raw and hot and desperate in his expression instead. "Booster," he says, and Booster crushes Ted's mouth again, sucking on his lip, making him start to groan.
Ted's still pinioned under Booster, his hands still clasped in Booster's grip above his head, but he pushes up against Booster with his hips. "Ted," Booster says, moving off Ted's mouth to kiss his cheek, his chin, the side of his throat where a vein pulses and a string of sucking kisses make Ted gasp and shut his eyes. With his free hand Booster touches Ted's chest, pets at it, slipping in under the t-shirt fabric to brush the hair on Ted's chest, the super-soft skin at his nipples. He pinches one, and Ted groans into his mouth. He moves his hand down again, down the centre of Ted's body, over his navel and into the trail of hair that leads down to his jeans. Booster has no patience, squeezing at Ted's abs, tracing his fingers up into his armpits and over the straining biceps where Ted's arms reach up above his head. Ted's skin is so hot, faintly damp from his morning's work, shuddering wherever Booster touches him. When he frees Ted's mouth Ted only says Booster's name.
Booster lets Ted's hands go and he grabs the back of Booster's head right away, pulling Booster closer, deeper into the kiss. Ted's fingers hot on his neck, weaving into his hair, feel so good and Booster's head's beginning to spin when Ted stops suddenly, pulls back, and says "Gross."
Booster looks at him desperately. "What?"
"Your hair." Ted wrinkles his nose. "It's all... Oh. Heh." His expression clears and he grins, tousling Booster's hair so it sticks up, and Booster feels the spilt engine oil there wet against his scalp.
"Your fault for fighting dirty," Booster says, "And just for that, you're going to let me win again," and he moves down Ted's body and pops the button on Ted's jeans.
Under any other circumstances Booster'd probably make a crack about the palm-tree-print boxer shorts Ted's wearing, but right now he just wants them off. Ted's cock is swelling under the fabric, getting hard, and Booster rubs his palm over it and makes Ted drop his head back so hard he brains himself on the concrete floor. "Booster, please," Ted breathes, looking stunned in more ways than one, and Booster takes pity and slips a hand inside the shorts. Ted gasps, and Booster cups his hand over Ted's erection, sliding it up and down. "Oh, my god," Ted says, his voice cracking, and when Booster snags Ted's shorts and drags them right down off his hips Ted fights with his own jeans to spread his knees apart. "Please," he says again, when Booster takes pity and pulls the jeans down around his ankles too. Booster tries to give him a grin, but he's so overwhelmed with the sight of Ted hot and half-undressed under him that it comes out shaky, and he drops his head to take Ted into his mouth.
The noise Ted makes is so hot and low that Booster almost thinks he'll lose it there and then. It gets worse when Ted reaches down to grab Booster's hand, pulls it up to his mouth, and sucks down hard on Booster's middle finger. His tongue still pressed against the underside of Ted's cock, Booster glances up, and the sight of what Ted's doing makes him groan with his mouth full. He wants to rub at his own cock, trapped inside his pants, but he needs his spare hand to keep him balanced over Ted, so he makes himself focus and hollows his cheeks around Ted's cock. Ted's humming against his fingers, licking at them and sucking them hard, and Booster tries to follow the pace Ted's setting. It closes the feedback loop, makes Ted's eyes screw shut and his nipples harden, and when Booster shifts his head down to suck Ted all the way down to the root Ted's eyes fly open and he comes, over Booster's tongue, crying out and tangling his hand in Booster's hair.
Booster gently pulls his fingers from Ted's mouth, pressing his lower lip and stroking his throat and collarbones and the soft v of skin between them. He sits back onto his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and lies himself gently down on top of Ted to kiss him on the lips. "Unf," Ted says. "Squashing me." He opens one eye lazily and gives Booster a lopsided grin.
"That's how you can tell I won," Booster tells him, kissing his nose. He rolls off Ted and sits on the floor on his ass, drinking in the image of his best friend sprawled pink-faced and refractory on the floor, trying to catch his breath.
Ted leans up onto his elbow eventually, rolling his shirt back down his belly, and eyes Booster speculatively. "Well," he says, his breath still a little shaky, "since you've been so uncharacteristically helpful, I feel like I ought to return the favor."
Booster hitches an eyebrow and taps a finger against his chin. "That's very big of you."
Ted reprises his earlier eyebrow-waggle. "Like everything else about me."
"Jeez, Ted." Booster rolls his eyes.
"So I'm still practicing."
Ted looks just cute enough, Booster decides, to get away with it, so he kisses him vigorously enough to topple him back down onto his back and breathes in hard at the sight of Ted biting lightly on his own lower lip and smiling back up at him. Oh yeah, Booster thinks. All those people who don't want to know what Ted does in here are really missing out.
"And what would you want from...?" *porn music starts*
The only thing better than Boostle porn is Boostle porn with adorable goofing around fun-times in it.
Deets for the NYCC Boostle Meetup have been posted on the LJ comm: http://community.livejournal.com/boostle/427029.html
Suggestions are welcome!
/slinks back into the shadows
Max uesd to/wears a suit all the time, why don't we have any suit/clothes fetish porn with him in it?
(Also bump. And unicorns. Argh I'm tired.)
I killed the thread with my hateful porn!
No you didn't we just had nothing to talk about. But Gen Lost is out now so we can talk about that! As soon as I read it.
I liked this issue, not least because Max looks like Max again this week, which alone puts it one up on the previous issue's Evil!StayPuft!Max.
I felt like this issue was...short. Quick read. Skeets being an Awesome Future Computer Thing and impressing everyone and dat Fire/Ice homance were my favorite parts.
Also: I really want to get back to Max's freakish black lantern issues.
Also also: I swear I'm going to write/draw something for you guys, I'm just short on inspiration.
Might be why Max is acting so desperate and outright mean. And although his weird rape comment about Batman seemed really odd/freaky/etc. it made me think about all those fics where Max uses his powers to get Booster. 0-0
That last panel. Goddamnit Max, every time I try to detach the current version of you from the old one I liked, you go and do something like this. "OOH-RAH!" 8D
And get out of the damn shadows (so I can drool over you properly). Also, there is an extremely muscular half naked man on this page and Max is still more interesting. How the hell does he do that?
You could write/draw something about Max's freakish Black Lantern issues. Or good guy Max and bad guy Max fighting over a mind-controlled Booster (naked) (in a pool of Jello) (I deny ever saying that last part).
Um, but yes. More Max porn. And Max in a suit. Because yeah.
Have some High School AU Boostle courtesy of tumblr, /coq/!
I was actually thinking about that the other day and I how I kinda really want to fit it and duskdog's cootie-verse stuff together into one awesome slice-of-life Boostle thing where, growing up, all the other kids knew those two would end up together while those two kept denying anything but friendship together.
"Oh please, everyone knows you kissed each other."
"It was experimenting! Everyone experiments!"
"I think after the tenth grade, it no longer counts as 'experimenting'. Also after the thirtieth time you get caught."
>Something with birthdays?
Two for one! Booster just kept pulling out more props. Also, sorry this took me so long - happy belated birthday, idiosyn!
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Ted hadn’t wanted to be reminded about his birthday. Booster had woken him up at 6 am with a rousing rendition of “Happy Birthday,” followed by 45 birthday punches, “and one to grow on.”
Ted hadn’t wanted any presents. Booster had gotten him Geritol, Polident, a pack of adult diapers, and a square of sod, “so you can put kids on it, and then yell at them to get off.”
Most of all, Ted hadn’t wanted a fuss made. Booster had shown up at the office with balloons, taken out a full-page ad in the Daily Planet wishing him a happy birthday (Clark hadn’t warned Ted. Clark was on Ted’s list.) and thrown him a surprise party, which Ted had to fake-smile his way through when all he wanted was for everyone to leave so there wouldn’t be any witnesses when he murdered Booster.
“I’m going to kill you,” he said when the door closed behind the last guest.
“But you have one more present!” Booster said, looking scandalized.
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
Booster grinned over his shoulder as he disappeared into the bedroom. “Wild animal sex with an inappropriately-young blond,” he said.
Ted raised an eyebrow, but followed Booster anyway. “You’re 38.” And didn’t look a day over 30, but Ted wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of saying so.
“I’m negative 432,” Booster corrected him. “I’m not even legal.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works,” Ted countered, sitting on the bed so that he could take his shoes off.
Booster seemed to take this as Ted agreeing to be an audience. He stood in front of Ted and slowly tugged his shirt over his head. “How does that song from Gypsy go? You know, the ‘let me entertain you’ one?”
Socks and shoes off, Ted leaned back on his elbows and watched the show. “Oh, no. I’m not singing show tunes while you strip. I’m gay enough already.”
“Okay, what’s something hetero for me to strip to?” Booster asked. “Country western?” He tossed the shirt around his head like a lariat before letting it go. “Gangsta rap? Death metal?”
“How about ‘nothing, because you sing like a wounded coyote’?” Ted suggested.
Booster stopped unbuttoning his fly to clutch at his heart. “Ooh! Cut to the quick.”
Ted raised his eyebrows. “How about cutting to the chase instead?”
“You have no sense of seduction,” Booster said, and unzipped his fly. “Luckily, I have enough for both of us.” He let his jeans drop to the floor, revealing a sparkly gold g-string.
Ted’s eyebrows shot even higher, and he shifted a little on the bed. Booster leered. “Charming,” Ted said, like he didn’t particularly care what kind of underwear Booster chose to put on. “Is that a new one?”
“Okay, so you had more than one present to go,” Booster admitted. He sashayed towards the bed, and as much as Ted made fun of Booster’s little striptease game, the man certainly knew how to move when it suited him. The fabric of the g-string was semi-sheer, and Booster was already hardening, pulling the fabric tighter. “You like it?”
“I like it better on you than I would on me,” Ted said. Booster climbed onto his lap, straddling him, and his hands went of their own accord to Booster’s hips, tracing along the straps of the g-string. “I suppose you think this means I’m going to forgive you for the party.”
“Pretty much,” Booster said, and bent to kiss him, hands working at the buttons of Ted’s shirt. Ted tried to hold on to his annoyance, but it was hard with Booster sucking on his tongue like that.
He leaned back and let Booster kiss his way down his throat. “So…hh…what kind of wild animal sex are we going to be having?” he asked, voice hitching as Booster nipped at a particularly sensitive spot.
Booster waggled a finger at him. “Now that would be telling,” he said. He tugged the unbuttoned shirt off Ted’s shoulders. “You know, for an old man, you look pretty good.”
Ted rolled his eyes. “Yes, thank you, now I feel good about myse-elf!” His complaint ended on a yelp as Booster tweaked one of his nipples.
Booster chuckled, a low rumble against Ted, and Ted forced back a shiver. “Take off these pants and I’ll show you just how good you should feel, Mr. Silver Fox.”
“My hair is not silver,” Ted insisted, pinching Booster’s ass for good measure. Booster gasped and jumped, bucking against Ted, and Ted snickered and did it again.
Booster scowled at him. “I’m only letting you get away with that because it’s your birthday,” he said, and climbed off of Ted. “Come on, get naked. I have got plans for you.”
Ted wiggled out of his pants and boxers, then scooted further up the bed so that he could stretch out. “Plans, eh? Should I be worried?”
Booster was already rummaging through the nightstand, but he turned enough to throw a devious grin over his shoulder. “Teddy old pal, you should be terrified.”
He held up a scrap of black cloth. It took a minute for Ted to process that it was a blindfold. “Aw, come on,” Ted protested. “What was the point of the thong, then?”
“You’ve seen the thong,” Booster replied, doing a slow turn, showing off that enviable ass. “Now you get a little bonus excitement.”
Ted sighed a long-suffering sigh, but allowed Booster to put the blindfold on him. He’d been blindfolded with other people and enjoyed it, but never with Booster. After all, what was the point of sleeping with the most gorgeous man of your acquaintance if you couldn’t admire the goods? Still, Booster’s bedroom-related ideas – unlike his moneymaking ones – were generally sound.
He heard Booster rummage around some more, whistling “Happy Birthday” as he did, and spared a moment to worry what Booster was pulling out of whatever little hidey-holes he’d devised in their bedroom. Then the mattress dipped as Booster climbed back onto the bed.
“Hey, buddy,” Booster said, his voice startlingly close, and kissed Ted. “Relax, would you? This is going to be fun.”
“For you, maybe,” Ted retorted. He felt the mattress shift again as Booster’s weight was taken off it, and couldn’t help tensing with anticipation, waiting for Booster to settle again so that he could at least know what direction he was coming from…
A hand grazed his belly, and he jerked, startled. He turned his head to where he thought Booster might be, but then the hand brushed his flank, skated up his inner thigh. In the darkness the sensations were multiplied tenfold; he could feel goosebumps rising all over his body.
A hot tongue traced the crease between thigh and pelvis; teeth bit down gently on his nipple. He couldn’t help the whimpery noise it pulled out of him. “Where…where are you?” he asked.
He could tell Booster was smiling just from his tone of voice. “This flight ring really is pretty nifty,” he said, one finger trailing over the soft skin of Ted’s inner arm.
Ted could do nothing but lie there in the dark, breathing growing more and more ragged as Booster teased him, stroking and pinching and licking the most unexpected places. Finally, finally Ted felt the mattress give as Booster settled between his legs. “Hmm, looks like someone enjoys being blindfolded,” Booster said, both hands stroking up Ted’s inner thighs, pushing them open.
“Maybe…maybe a little,” Ted managed, trying to sound cool and unflappable. He had a feeling he missed.
“Oh?” Booster said. “Should I not do this, then?” He steadied Ted’s cock in one hand and dragged his tongue up the shaft.
Ted bit his lip, clutching at the sheets. “Y-you can,” he said, still trying for nonchalant. “If you really want to.”
Booster nuzzled his cock, and now Ted could feel his smile. “Oh, I want to,” he said, and licked Ted again.
Ted gaze up on nonchalance. “Booster,” he sighed, groping downwards until he managed to settle his hands in Booster’s hair. “Please.”
“Well, okay. But only because it’s your birthday,” Booster said, and kissed his inner thigh; then he wrapped his lips around Ted’s cock and started to suck in earnest.
Ted moaned and petted Booster’s hair clumsily, spine arching as Booster’s perfect mouth pulsed around him. He couldn’t see Booster, but he could picture it: Booster’s mouth red and wet, his cheeks hollowed, his eyes dark as he gazed up at Ted through his lashes. It was Booster’s enthusiasm that made him so good at blowjobs; he really did love giving them, and Ted was more than happy to oblige that particular quirk of Booster’s.
He was vaguely aware of a familiar click, and a wet sound. Then he felt a cool, slick finger sliding over his balls and back, and couldn’t help but moan.
“God, yes, Booster, put it in me,” he panted, totally shameless and completely beyond caring. Booster hummed around him and slid his finger in, and Ted let out another moan, fingers tightening in Booster’s hair.
Booster had moved to just the head of Ted’s cock, sucking very slowly, clearly trying to make this last. That was all right with Ted. Booster could do this all week if he wanted to, especially once he started thrusting his finger slowly in and out. Ted closed his eyes, though it didn’t make any difference with the dark already pressing down on him, and groaned.
Soon Booster added a second finger. Ted could only swear, and pant, and beg. “Fuck, yes, Booster, more, please…oh fuck, right there, don’t stop.”
Booster hummed again and curved his fingers deeper, brushing Ted’s prostate. Ted jumped as sparks flared behind his eyes, and then suddenly Booster’s fingers were gone. Ted whined and pawed at Booster’s head, still bobbing lazily on his cock.
He heard the click of the lube being opened again. A minute later something cool and hard was pressing into him – something familiar, but he was too far gone to identify it. All he knew was that it was thicker and harder than Booster’s fingers, sliding further and further in, and he let out a bone-deep groan as it filled him…
…and then Booster turned the vibrator on.
“Oh! Oh God!” Ted gasped, jerking up involuntarily, thrusting himself deeper into Booster’s mouth. Booster made a startled, choked noise but let him, taking more of Ted into his mouth, slowly working the vibrator in and out. Ted writhed, helpless, as Booster gradually unwound him, unspooled him like thread and left him mindless and babbling. “…oh fuck Booster yeah so good so hot right there Booster fuck…”
Then Booster pressed the vibrator in and up and swallowed, and Ted lit up like Times Square at New Year’s, pleasure surging through him, neon flowers bursting in his brain. He thought he was moaning, but he couldn’t be sure, all senses given over to touch and the hot wet softness of Booster’s mouth swallowing over and over again and the thrum of the vibrator shaking his foundations to pieces.
When Ted was spent, Booster pulled off and switched the vibrator off, but he didn’t remove it. “Fuck, Ted…” he said, his voice a hoarse rumble, and Ted felt him move.
He reached up, fumbled, yanked the blindfold off. Booster was leaning over him, supporting himself on one hand, jerking himself frantically with the other, eyes fastened on Ted. “So hot, so beautiful, Ted, you have no idea…”
Ted reached up and cupped his cheek. “Hey,” he said with a tired smile, voice almost gone. “Love you.”
Booster tensed, gaped, and came on Ted’s stomach.
A long while later, Booster managed to rouse himself enough to ease the vibrator out of Ted, wipe them both down, and turn out the light.
“So, did you like your present?” he asked as he climbed back into bed.
Ted curled up against his side. “Which one?” Booster poked him. “Yes. This was definitely my second favorite, after the Geritol.”
Ted grinned. “You love me.”
“Yeah, I do.” Booster leaned over and kissed Ted’s forehead. “Happy birthday, buddy. And many more.”
HNGH. Oh, yes.
It's like my birthday all over again and if I hadn't been up at 6 in the morning and then running around the Academy of Science all day, 'eeeeee'ing like an idiot over all the animal displays and thus barely capable of of keeping my eyes open, I could say something more coherent than 'oh boys, never stop being stupid and sexy'!