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48752 No.48752
Ooookay, barring that weird incident, let's discuss. Bendy!Ted, Rocky Horror picture show, and Max being a creepy boss

Also, Is it me, or did Max get a cameo in Divided We Fall?

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No.48753
>>47210
old thread

No.48755
If it got mysteriously deleted, it's probably because the other thread's still on the first page. No need to jump the gun.

Also: looks like a generic suit guy to me. You've seen the Ultimen one, right?

No.48757
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48757
>>48755
Huh. Guess I was a bit too excitable then.

Max looks deliciously sexy in this episode, though.

No.48759
>>48736
Booster has to be Rocky all the time. Captain Atom can join L-Ron as the Narrator. Like maybe L-Ron overloads from seeing Dr. Max N Furter and Cap. Atom has to cover for him.

No.48780
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48780
per our recent speculation! drawn, ironically, on my first sober night in weeks.

i have the stirrings of a fic in my head to go with this, too.

No.48800
You are now now associating Dr. Scott with Scott Free. Manually.

No.48810
>>48780

Aww, drunk!Max.


And from some sort of tumblr sidekick meme post: "apparently namor is ted kord’s sidekick now"

Hilarity ensues.

http://comic-relief.tumblr.com/post/784882603/in-reference-to-that-sidekick-meme-post

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No.48814
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48814

No.48815
>>48813
>>48814
goddammit, can maguire please just draw these two forever?
i like ted's "this is so your fault" face.

No.48820
TV Tropes says this conversation:
Beetle: That's what I like about you, Gold—you're a man after my own heart!
Booster: And that's just about all I'm after.

can be found in JLI Spectacular #1.

I have Justice League Spectaculua #1, but I kinda missed THIS conversation. Any help?

No.48821
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48821
>>48820
You're in luck. And not only do they say this dialogue, they say it with the gayest body language I have ever witnessed.

No.48823
>>48821
Blue and Gold are GOOD CLEAN FUN

No.48826
>>48821

Is there a way to interpret that conversation that doesn't involve Booster being gay for Ted? Because I do not see it.

No.48830
>>48821
You can interpret the yellow glass as Booster's dick and the black cloth as Ted's body hair

yes I am dirty

No.48835
>>48813
>>48814

My love for Maguire's work knows no bounds.

"I TOLD you not to touch anything!"
"But it was SHINY!"

No.48837
>>48821
Thank you
Do you know which issue this is?

No.48839
>>48837

Justice League International Special #1

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No.48869
>>48780
I am overjoyed to add this to my running tally of things I helped inspire. Yessss.


Also, since tomorrow has the potential to be a bit of a soul-crusher for me, are there any short fic prompts people want to throw my way?

No.48878
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48878
Just whipped this up in Tegaki a few moments ago.
It couldn't be helped.

No.48886
>>48878
omgsoadorable

No.48918
>48878

Shouldn't Ted be John?

Tasteless? Oh yes I do belive so.

No.48957
>>48869
Max using mind control on Booster

FOR CUDDLING~! :D

No.48990
We've started up a master post of slashy Boostle moments!

http://community.livejournal.com/boostle/412776.html

More to come!

No.49031
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49031
Me: look at that speedo
Friend: ....
Why does Max have pictures of Booster in a speedo.

No.49033
>>49031

Why WOULDN'T you have pictures of Booster in a speedo?

No.49041
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49041
D'aaaww...I think.

No.49042
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49042
Yes, that is Booster and Ted falling all over each other.

No.49043
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49043
Someone needs to draw some little hearts over Max's head. Also, way to look non-suspicious Max.

No.49046
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49046
EEEEEEEEEE!

Tiny!JLI with them all in school together and Ted is the class clown nerd and Booster is the quarterback and Scott is always sneaking out and Barda beat people upto get on the football team and Guy is trying to steal the quarterback position from Booster and Fire is the popular girl who hangs out with Ice who is the shy girl and Cap. Atom is the guy who tries to make everyone else behave and Max is either the annoying rich kid or the teacher and yeah

No.49049
>>49042

Also:

-Scott can't dress himself either.
- I love Barda's look. She's like an awesome barbie.
- Booster in that second-to-last panel is too cute!
- You'd think Ted would have better table manners.

No.49059
>>49049
Scott and Ted: bad-shirt buddies.
(And that's not Ted chomping down in the last panel, it's...what was it, a robot that they configured to look like one of the Beatles? Something like that.)

No.49062
>>49059
I thought it was Big Barda :o

No.49063
>>49059

"a robot that they configured to look like one of the Beatles"

Oh...of course it...was WTF? HIJINKS!

- Good thing Max wasn't there, can you imagine what he'd do with those guys?

- Did they try to make the John and Paul robots make out so they could sell pics to the tabloids?

- Wouldn't these have been totally awesome silver-age sidekicks for Ted?

No.49068
>>49063

That entire issue is hilarious with Ted and Booster crashing the Free's lives (much to Scott and Barda's fury), inadvertently drew a group of homicidal robots after them (to even more of Scott and Barda's fury) and while being dorks the entire time. Not to mention Barda juggling Ted and her appreciation of his backside- that always makes me snicker XD

No.49072
>>49059
I bet they go on shopping trips all the time. And they pick out the tackiest clothing they can find, as long as the outfits match.

No.49076
>>49072

Taking into account the kind of clothing he wore on Apokolips, can you blame Scott for like bright, lively shirts like that? Ted's only excuse was it was the 80s XD

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No.49092
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49092
I have been in the biggest Dan mood.

Any Dan fics out there? Preferably Dan/Ted Bueller? Bueller?

No.49098
>>49092

That last panel- holy crap, Dan, rapeface much?

Anyway, I only know of two Dan fics and they're both from the kink meme (well, one on each).

Dan/Ted/Booster (going back in time for a steamy threesome)
http://community.livejournal.com/boostle/364406.html?thread=4965750#t4965750

Dan/Max (set while max is still in college)
http://community.livejournal.com/boostle/399929.html?thread=5460793#t5460793

No.49123
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49123
So I don't know if there's any other Discworld fans on this thread, but I was watching the The Colour of Magic two-parter and I couldn't help but notice how Twoflower (sean astin) was very similarly dressed to a beach bum!beetle Insomniac did last thread...

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49124
And because he was playing opposite Sir David Jason, I couldn't help imagining the whole thing as 'The Adventures of Ted and Count Duckula'. In that regards it was a rather... surreal show.

No.49157
>>49092
>I have been in the biggest Dan mood.

YES. It's not just me!

I think I'll take you up on that Dan/Ted notion.

No.49164
>>49123

Shit, I love me some Discworld! Sean Austin, while not a short, nerdy, asian man like I pictured for Twoflower, but Sean Austin was way too cute! I think he did an awesome job! Same with David Jason - personally I think he's a bit old for Rincewind, but he played the part perfectly! Plus, Jeremy Irons was the Patrician - and god damn he is so handsome.

No.49181
>>49157
Yesssss.

No.49185
Squee Discworld!

Dorky wizard!Ted who blows stuff up all the time and fameseeking Watchman!Booster yes? And they try to fight crime and get into all sorts of wacky situations and make Vimes headdesk.

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No.49189
Oh my god so in favor of Disc!JLI.

No.49198
I think Ted would do better as a member of the Alchemist Guild than as a wizard. Oh, wait wait wait! He WAS a member of the Alchemist Guild, but he tended to distract himself with get-rich schemes/blowing himself up that the guild sent him to do that new 'forensics' stuff for the Watch. Where he meets the gloryhound Booster and the two proceed to give Vimes a headached XD

No.49203
I was thinking he would be an alchemist too. But if he were a wizard he could hang out with Ponder! And do computery stuff! (Possibly with explosions.)

No.49252
Speaking of silly crossovers, I keep seeing Max as Dr. McCoy. They look alike and they're both snarky.

That would make Booster Kirk and Ted Spock, except Ted is the least stoic peoson ever. Maybe Ted is dragging them to a sci-fi convention or something.

No.49259
>>49203

Okay, hear me out:

We ALL know that Ted needs to be wizard (even though he'd be an AWESOME inventor in the Guild of Cunning Artificers).

Booster? I kind of see him as either a "reformed" Footballer who joined the Watch because his stunning good looks weren't getting proper recognition and glory in the game OR a "barbarian" hero who comes to AM with so much confusion that he nearly commits suicide on the first day by walking into the Shades. Wizard/Tinker!Ted could happen upon him, and well...

I love the idea of a special task force being formed in the watch by ShadySeargant!Lord fresh from Genua, full of odd characters like Scott and Barda from NoThingFord.

No.49261
>>49259

I TOTALLY forgot about the Artificer's Guild, but if Ted ends up being a wizard, he'll be an oddity even in the Applied Magic branch because he does more tinkering than magic ("why waste the time doing magic if there's already something that exists to do it for you?"). Booster, meanwhile, wanted to be an actor for the clicks (he apparently didn't get the memo that Holly Wood was gone) and ended up getting lost in AM. And then the two eventually meet and wacky hijinks ensue.

No.49266
God I love that this is so in-depth. Someone seriously needs to write this. (Also, one of them hitting on Angua ohGod.)

No.49268
I guess Rip Hunter would have to be one of the History Monks, writing on his chalkboard while Lu Tze swept up the place..

No.49283
And because the idea is plaguing me- outline for something I'm likely never to write!

-Booster (taking his sister with him) originally went to Holly Wood (or where it once stood) because he wanted to be an actor. Finding it gone, the Carters eventually made their way to AM where Booster attempted to join the Actor's Guild. Got turned down because, while very pretty, he couldn't act worth squat (would've worked out nicely in silent films)
-Michelle, in order to support the two of them, joins the Seamstress's Guild out of the mistaken notion she'd be doing needlework. She does, but only because the other seamstresses didn't like the idea of running such a sweet girl out
-Booster, quite by accident, joins the Watch. Most likely because he inadvertently got into a brawl with Guy (possibly a watchman himself) and was dragged into joining afterward
-meanwhile, Ted tinkers in UU lots and Dan, a professor of ancient magic, can't help wondering if Ted actually wants to be a wizard- he tinkers so much he tends to forget he can actually DO magic (and when he does, he tends to use it for pranks)
-thus, Ted takes a bit of hiatus from his studies to explore the city and his options but really has no idea what life outside the university is like
-don't really know how Ted ends up on the Watch- likely he saw some kind of investigation and his curiosity wouldn't let him not look and interfere a bit. Luckily, Ralph was there to be amused to Ted's questions (for additional hilarity, have it batman that ted is unintentionally harassing) and suggests bringing Ted to the Watch House.
-Unfortunately, due to the case, Ralph can't hang around and Ted is quickly left alone in the Watch House where everyone just assumes he's a new recruit and thus pushes him onto a slightly-less-rookie rookie to teach him- Booster
-stuff happens, hilarity ensues, Booster reveals he's a damned good actor when he's tricking someone, Ted finds he can apply magic to police action, they end up being big damn heroes and become fullfledged members of the Watch. And also, there is buttsex.
-the end

No.49287
I have no fucking clue what everyone is talking about.

No.49290
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49290
>>49287

Neither do I, so here's the cover of Booster Gold #19.

I propose Booster abuses his Time Master responsibilities to have threesomes/orgies with just Ted and his selves. Because if Ted plus one Booster is hot, Ted plus several Boosters is exponentially hotter.

No.49292
>>49290

Ask and the kink meme shall deliver!

http://community.livejournal.com/boostle/364406.html?thread=4981878#t4981878
---

“Are – are you sure this is a good idea?” Ted asked, stumbling a bit over the words as Booster’s teeth scraped over a particularly sensitive spot on his neck.

Booster looked up, though his hands kept working, unbuttoning Ted’s shirt. “A good idea?” he repeated.

Another pair of hands reached around to unbutton Ted’s fly, as a warm body pressed up against his back. “It’s a great idea!” the other Booster assured him.

Ted opened his mouth to make another logical protest, but the Booster in front had moved to his collarbone and the Booster behind was nibbling his ear, and whatever he had been about to say died on his lips.

He’d been mostly joking when he’d said Booster’s time travel gig would make threesomes a possibility, but Booster had looked awfully intrigued. A minute later the time sphere had materialized and the Booster of an hour into the future had stepped out. Ted’s Booster – well, they were both Ted’s Booster, but Ted had a vague sense he was doing a disservice to his own hour-into-the-future self – hadn’t seemed to have a problem with this.

Present Booster pushed Ted’s shirt off his shoulders and Future Booster peeled it the rest of the way off and tossed it aside. “Booster,” Ted said, and tugged petulantly at the hem of Present Booster’s shirt. Booster smiled and pulled his shirt off, then pulled Ted in for a kiss, dirty and full of promise.

Just as Ted was really getting into the kiss – and the thigh that had worked its way between his legs for him to rub idly against – he felt himself being spun around and he was suddenly facing Future Booster, who’d also stripped off his shirt. Future Booster kissed him, exactly like Present Booster, but that was also the mouth Ted knew so well leaving kisses on his neck, his shoulders, and, okay, the Boosters had been right. This was a great idea.

Present Booster pulled back a bit, apparently to watch, because: “Holy damn, we’re hot,” he said. “Jeez, Ted.”

Future Booster pulled back, too. “Well, duh,” he said. “C’mere.” He leaned forward, still pressed against Ted, and Present Booster did likewise, and Ted was suddenly very, very glad he was surrounded by two pairs of superheroic arms, because the sight of Booster making out with himself made his knees go a little shaky.

“Oh sweet Jesus,” he breathed, and the Boosters broke up the kiss, laughing. It was maybe a little creepy, but mostly just hot. Booster’s beauty, his boisterous, expansive personality and his smile and his scent and his voice, they’d always overwhelmed Ted, and now there was twice as much to be overwhelmed by, and God, Ted was so hard.

Future Booster pulled him into a kiss as Present Booster’s hands slipped around Ted to finish unzipping his fly, to push his pants and boxers down and wrap a hand around Ted’s dick. Ted moaned into Future Booster’s mouth, jerking forward.

“Mmmm, Ted,” Present Booster mumbled against his ear as Future Booster sucked on his tongue. “You’re so hard. You like what he’s doing to you? What we’re doing to you?” Ted moaned in agreement, reaching back to pull Booster’s hips flush against his back, to feel Booster’s arousal through his boxers and Booster’s jeans. Booster ground against him, breath hot and ragged on Ted’s neck. “Oh God, Ted, I want you inside me.”

Ted shuddered and pulled away from Future Booster to say, “I need you both naked. Right now.”

Identical pairs of jeans and briefs were dropped, and Ted spared a brief moment to wonder what would happen if the wrong Booster put on the future jeans when they were done, if there would be some sort of denim paradox. Then the Boosters were pulling him towards the bed, and there were hands everywhere, hands and lips and tongue, and Ted couldn’t really focus on metaphysics anymore.

One Booster lay down on the bed, while the other went to the nightstand and rummaged for the lube. Ted knelt between the legs of the one on the bed – Present Booster, he was sure. Present Booster had wanted to get fucked.

“Ted,” Future Booster called, and tossed him the lube. Ted popped it open and coated his fingers generously.

“Hey, buddy,” he said, putting the lube to the side and looking up at Present Booster, sprawled across the bed. Ted knew that Booster made draping himself in attractive positions into an art form – he’d seen him practice it – but he was still nice to look at, and it was still ridiculous, completely fucking ridiculous, that Ted got to have sex on a regular basis with such a beautiful man. “You ready?”

“I was born ready,” Booster said, then made a face. “Wait, no, not actually. That would be gross.”

Future Booster groaned as Ted laughed. “Oh, I meant to tell you to avoid that one. I mean, tell me. Us.”

“Nice,” Present Booster said. “I can’t even rely on my own future se--elf!” His banter turned into a squeak as Ted trailed one slick finger down his cock, over his balls, and down to press teasingly at his entrance. “Ted.”

Future Booster watched, fascinated, as Ted pushed his finger inside Present Booster, as Present Booster panted and arched towards him. “This is so weird,” he said. “I mean, that was me an hour ago, that was…” He sat on the bed by Booster’s side, squirting lube into his palm. “Tell him, Booster. Tell Ted how good that feels. I already know.”

“Oh God, Ted, it feels amazing, so fucking good,” Present Booster said obediently as Ted pumped a finger slowly inside him. Ted curled his finger forward, and Booster jerked. “Ah! Fuck, Ted, more, please.”

“Hang on a sec,” Future Booster said. He pushed and prodded Ted until Ted was lying on his side, propped up on one elbow, working Present Booster open with the other hand. Future Booster curled up behind him, his breath hot on Ted’s neck, his hand sliding down to squeeze Ted’s ass before one slick finger pushed its way inside. Ted gasped and pressed back against Booster.

“Ted, God, this is going to be so good,” Future Booster said, nipping at Ted’s ear as Ted slid a second finger into Present Booster, who moaned and clenched around him. “You don’t even know, God, Ted, you’re so fucking amazing.”

Ted closed his eyes and tried to focus on what he was doing, but his head was swimming. Present Booster was writhing on the bed, clenching hot and tight around Ted’s fingers, and Future Booster was whispering filthy promises in Ted’s ear, and his cock was hard and leaking against Ted’s back, and there were now two fingers twisting and scissoring inside of him.

“Fuck me, Ted, please fuck me,” Present Booster was moaning now, clutching at the sheets. “I need you, Ted, I want you so bad.”

Normally Ted would have given both of them a longer prep time, but he wasn’t sure he could last that long. “Okay,” he said, levering himself up into a sitting position and pulling his fingers out. Present Booster moaned at the loss, and Ted echoed him as Future Booster removed his fingers as well.

Then Future Booster reached around with a hand that was still slippery with lube, and stroked Ted’s dick, coating it. Ted’s head fell back against Booster’s shoulder as he leaned into the touch. “Oh God, Booster…”

“Hey!” Present Booster said petulantly. “That’s enough of that. Mom taught us to share.” He poked Future Booster with his foot.

Ted could feel Future Booster’s grin. “Yeah, but we were never very good at it,” he said, but he moved his hand to the base of Ted’s cock and pushed him forward gently, guiding him into Present Booster. Present Booster moaned, and Ted did too, as he slid inch by torturous inch into that tight heat, as Future Booster stroked his back and Present Booster looked up at him with dazed, adoring eyes.

It seemed like forever, and then he was all the way in, and he leaned forward to keep from moving, leaned forward and kissed Present Booster, messy and affectionate. Booster pet his face, stroked his hair, then broke away to gasp, “Move, Ted, please.”

That was fine by Ted. He pulled almost all the way out, arms shaking with the effort of moving slowly, then thrust back in. Booster keened and arched towards him. “Oh, fuck, Booster, you’re so tight, you’re so…”

“Ted, more, faster,” Booster begged, and Ted obliged, setting a steady rhythm, slow pull back and sharp thrust in that had Booster crying out on each one.

It was hardly the first time they done this, but it was always dizzyingly good – so good that Ted had all but forgotten about their companion until he felt big, familiar hands on his hips, slowing him.

Present Booster let out a noise of protest. “What? No, don’t stop!”

Future Booster wagged a finger over Ted’s shoulder. “Now who’s not sharing?” Present Booster stuck his tongue out, and Future Booster laughed as he pressed himself against Ted’s entrance, holding Ted still with the other hand. “I’ll give you a tip, Booster. Watch Ted’s face.”

With that, he moved forward, and Ted groaned, fingers tightening on the sheets beneath him as Booster slowly pushed into him. There was a slight burn, thanks to the too-short prep time, but it was lost in the incredible sensation of being filled, of Booster sinking deep inside him, panting hard against the back of Ted’s neck.

“Fuck, Ted, you’re so hot,” Present Booster said, thumb caressing Ted’s cheekbone.

“What he said,” Future Booster agreed, pressing a burning cheek between Ted’s shoulder blades. “Oh God, Ted…”

“Enough compliments,” Ted grunted. He was trembling, shaking with pleasure; he would die if they kept this up. “Fuck me.”

Future Booster laughed, a shaky, guttural sound. “You’re so romantic,” he said, but he began to move.

At first Ted just clung to Present Booster, buried his face in Booster’s neck and let himself be fucked, his nerves pulsing and singing with sensation. As he adjusted to Future Booster’s rhythm, though, he started to match it, timing his thrusts into Present Booster just ahead of Future Booster’s, so that each of Future Booster’s thrusts drove him in deeper. Present Booster seemed to like it; his head fell back as he lifted his hips to meet Ted.

“Ted, oh, fuck me,” he moaned, clinging to Ted, trying to pull him closer. “You feel so good, don’t stop, oh fuck…”

“Booster,” Ted moaned, kissing Booster’s jaw, his cheek. “You’re so tight, you’re so big, oh God, harder, please…”

Future Booster groaned and drove faster into Ted, harder. Ted couldn’t time his own movements anymore, could just stutter back and forth between the two of them. Booster was inside him and around him and beating in his pulse and through his veins, and when he could make himself listen it was Booster whispering filthy sweet promises behind him and when he forced his eyes open and down it was Booster arching up and jerking his own cock frantically, and Ted couldn’t hold on.

“Booster, Booster,” he managed, and then he was shaking and crying out and coming so hard he saw stars.

When he came back to himself, Future Booster was still fucking him, teeth scraping his shoulder, rhythm growing more erratic as he got closer. Present Booster was rocking up against Ted, against his own fist, eyes locked on Ted’s. Ted reached down and wrapped his hand around Present Booster’s, stroking with him, jerking every time Future Booster’s cock hit the still-thrumming gland inside him.

“Come on,” he murmured, not sure which of them he was talking to. “I want to see you come, I want to feel it, come on, Booster…”

“I…fuck!” Present Booster gasped, and came, spilling over their linked fingers; half a heartbeat later, Future Booster cried, “Ted!” and Ted felt him shudder violently and empty himself into Ted.

After a minute or two, Present Booster groaned. “You guys are squishing me,” he protested.

“Whine, whine, whine,” Ted teased, but he and Future Booster managed to roll them all over onto their sides. And…yeah, it was nice to be able to hold his best friend and be held by him at the same time. Ted would have been content to take a well-deserved nap like that, but after a few minutes of lazily tracing patterns on Ted’s bicep, Future Booster kissed the corner of Ted’s jaw and sat up.

“I’ve gotta head back to…right after you leave,” he said, pointing at Present Booster. “See you in a little while, Ted.”

“Meet you in the future,” Ted agreed, and half-sat up to kiss him goodbye. They watched as Booster gathered up his clothing, dressed, and climbed into the time sphere. He waved through the clear wall of the sphere; then he was gone.

Ted lay back down and wrapped his arms around Booster. “I have to admit, that was one of your better ideas,” he said.

“All of my ideas are better ideas,” Booster said, then yawned. “Don’t let me fall asleep. I gotta…get up…to…”

“Uh-huh.” Ted’s eyes were already closing. He wasn’t sure exactly when it was when Booster slipped out of his arms, pulled on his clothes, and headed for the main room of the bunker, but a minute later Booster came back in. Ted was a little too tired to work it out right now, but he was pretty sure he’d caught up with Future Booster.

“How was past me?” he asked sleepily as Booster stripped and climbed back into bed. “Was I an awesome lay?”

“The awesomest,” Booster promised, curling around him. “Grife, I’m tired.”

“Mmm.” Ted closed his hand over Booster’s. “Hey, Booster?”

“Yeah?”

“We can never, ever tell Rip we did that.”

No.49299
GUY I HAD A DREAM WHERE I WAS FEMALE BOOSTER AND MAX MADE ME PREGNANT DURING THOSE TWO HOURS

it was horrifying because I couldn't do anything
and then Ted came and beat Max to death with a crowbar

it was horrifying

No.49310
>>49287

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Discworld
http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/Discworld
http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Characters/Discworld

Fantasy novel series by Terry Prachett known for it's humor and memorable characters. The Watchmen are sort of the police force of the city of Ankh-Morpork, and Samuel Vimes is their incredibly bad-ass commander.

>>49299

Wow...ummm, you okay?

No.49333
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49333
have some drawfaggotry.

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>>49292

Sketchy and now I'm late to work. >>

No.49357
>>49338

I believe hot Boostle action should be a valid excuse for lateness to things such as work and school.

No.49359
>>49357
I would like to think so but bosses tend to disagree about the importance of porn.

Also, awesome writer fairies- I had a little thought if someone would indulge-

There seems to be an ongoing 'accepted' thing that Ted 'experimented in college'. And after reading the hot Dan/Ted/Booster and Booster/Ted/Booster....I was wondering if anyone would be interested in revealing that his experimenting was with future!Booster (or at least one of them). So yeah. :)

No.49361
>>49338

Eeeeee I love this so much. (I, uh, wrote that prompt. So this makes me smile. A LOT.)

No.49372
>>49361

I requested that prompt so I HAVE MUCH GLEE AND LOVE FOR YOU, JUST THOUGHT YOU SHOULD KNOW <3>

>49359

I'm loving on that prompt. Mmmm~

No.49373
>>49372

HIGH FIVES ALL AROUND.

Clearly you need to write the future!Booster/young, starry-eyed Ted prompt. Orrrrr college age Ted/Murray Takamoto. Which I am also kinda tempted to write. *cough*

No.49402
>>49359
Booster is like a creepy, ret-con stalker or something...

>>49373
Do inferences count? =D
---

Ted had known from a relatively young age that he occasionally found guys attractive. Soon after realizing girls weren’t icky and, in fact, caused some interesting sensations in his body, Ted realized a couple other boys he knew gave him that same reaction. He never asked his dad about it- his dad didn’t seem interested in answering any of Ted’s questions if it didn’t involve science or business -but his mom encouraged his curiosity. They had a deal, Ted and his mom- if he asked her more than five questions about a subject, she’d find him a book or two on the subject that they’d both read and then discuss. She didn’t even pause when he asked about reacting to boys like he did girls, she explained what she could, admitted she didn’t know a lot because 1) she never really thought about it before, and 2) no one really talked about that kind of thing.

So Ted learned about homosexuality and the biology and chemicals that affected attraction and he came to terms with the idea that it was a natural internal reaction. After reading up on the sociological aspects of it, Ted also came to accept that a lot of people weren’t as okay with the concept as him or his mom so while Ted came to be known as a hopeless skirt-chaser, he learned how to check out guys in a much more subtle way. And though things occasionally happened with girls, Ted never felt the need to go further with a guy than a few casual touches and the occasional fantasy.

Until the summer before senior year of high school.

Usually Ted spent the summers at a gymnastics camp, but that year was spent at home, preparing himself for college and the like so he stayed in Marquette. During his free time Ted would go to the gym- the one in Spring Valley which was much larger than the one in Marquette and actually had gymnastics equipment. It was on one of those trips that Ted saw <i>him</i>.

He had no idea what the man’s name was, if he lived in Spring Valley or was from one of the little outlying places and just taking advantage of the facilities. All Ted knew was he’d never really understood the use of the word Adonis until he saw that man. That and he’d never wanted anyone to bend him over a pommel horse and fuck him that badly before. He was much older than Ted- probably in his 30s -but he was beautiful and powerful and Ted just wanted to touch him <i>everywhere</i>. He seemed to favor the pommel horse and rings and with the kind of body he had, Ted couldn’t blame him. Ted didn’t even bother to pretend to be working out whenever he saw the man because he was just too hypnotized by the twirling of gold wrapped in flesh and muscle.

(Thankfully Ted was far from the only one that was entranced by the man though no one seemed to know him or even attempt to talk to him and every time Ted thought to himself ‘<i>This</i> time I’m going to introduce myself to him’ the man would get up on the rings and Ted’s mouth would go dry and afterward Ted <i>really</i> needed to get to a bathroom.)

Though nothing ended up happening all summer, the event was still significant as Ted had never before wanted anyone as badly as he wanted that man. Ted finished high school and ended up going to the Illinois Tech in Chicago and he found himself surrounded by attractive women and men both- none of whom knew him as clumsy Lardo Kord and Ted felt much more confident with his prospects in physical intimacy.

He still stuck with women for the most part though he occasionally made overt advances toward other men- Ted didn’t really follow through with either gender, though, as he tended to focus on his studies and personal projects instead. Then, in his third semester, there was a man in Ted’s advanced computer science course. Tall, impossibly handsome, he mainly kept to himself and sometimes Ted would see him reading around campus and he ended up joining the Classic Literature club because his classmate was in it. His name was Jon, he looked a little older than the other students and he wore glasses- reading glasses as Ted eventually found out when he put them aside so he could kiss Jon without worrying about them. It took most the semester for Ted to get the guts to talk to Jon who was quiet but had this soft little smile and gorgeous dimples and when Ted saw Jon at someone’s house party, he couldn’t help himself. And Jon didn’t resist but drew Ted to an empty room and when Jon stretched back to pull off his shirt and bared all that sun-kissed muscle off, Ted couldn’t help but think briefly to the man in the gym and it just made Ted want Jon all the more.

He knocked Jon over onto the bed in his enthusiasm but Jon didn’t seem to care- just laughed against Ted’s lips in a way that Ted decided he really, really liked. When it became apparent that Ted was fumbling even as he was exploring, Jon rolled them over, took Ted’s hand and guided it slowly down his body and his voice was a silky purr when he said, “Watch and learn.” And Ted watched, mesmerized by his hand on Jon’s cock. He learned as Jon told him how to stroke, where to rub his fingers and just how damned good it felt when Jon lined their cocks together and thrusted. All the while Jon’s hands were on Ted, stroking, petting, never resting until Jon’s back arched and he came over Ted’s stomach, choking out Ted’s name in a way that seared itself into Ted’s brain.

They continued going to their class and club together, not really speaking all the much with each other, but sometimes when Ted looked over he’d find Jon looking back at him with a little smile. Then, just before finals week, on the way out of the club, Jon leaned over Ted’s back and asked if he wanted to come over and study in a way that Ted knew had nothing to do with actual studying. Turned out Jon didn’t even live on campus and he had a small room rented all by himself and Ted was more than happy to take advantage of it. Or rather, Jon taking advantage of it.

It was like he was a mind reader- he seemed to know all the spots that drove Ted wild, knew when Ted wanted it hard and when to go easy. They spent the entire night having the kind of sex Ted hadn’t actually known men could have. Ted couldn’t help but think it odd, though, that Jon’s hands were always so restless as if memorizing (or re-memorizing) his body and whenever he came, Jon clutched at him as if he was afraid Ted would disappear. Eventually Jon tucked himself against Ted, somehow knowing just how he needed to fit under Ted’s chin and they fell asleep. Then finals came and went and Ted never saw Jon again, had probably graduated and Ted couldn’t help feeling a little depressed about it.

But that experience opened Ted up to a whole lot more. The techniques that Jon taught him, Ted ended up refining on his roommate of all people (Murray was like Ted- always eager to try something new and Ted found that more than made up for the fact that Murray wasn’t tall and blonde and built like a Frazetta hero). And then there was Professor Garrett- Dan -and though Ted’s initial attraction to him was because he reminded Ted of Jon and that gymnast, Ted ended up falling for Dan for being Dan.

The most he’d ever gotten with Dan was one frantic handjob in Dan’s office before Ted graduated and then Uncle Jarvis went psycho and Ted suddenly found himself in a vocation he idly fantasized about since he was a kid (and after doing the security for the JLA). He wasn’t looking too forward to it, to be completely honest. Not after having lost Dan, anyway, so Ted had gone to a bar in an attempt to drink the loss away.

That’s when JM found him and Ted found himself spilling his guts to him after their third drink and JM was appropriately empathetic. His hand was warm on Ted’s shoulder and they were close enough that their thighs were pressed together and with all that drink inside him and JM’s encouraging smile and the dim light giving him a soft, golden glow, Ted just wanted to loose himself in the man.

And he did, in the bathroom with JM on his knees and lips stretched over Ted’s dick and Ted’s hands in his short hair. Ted was sure he called JM Dan at one point but JM didn’t seem to mind, just swallowed as Ted came and asked if Ted was okay, if he needed anything else. Ted felt the need to kiss JM and did so and slid his hand into his pants. Ted eventually left the bar and JM feeling a little more relaxed with life on a whole.

After that, Ted’s experiences with men was basically nil. Even surrounded by other superheroes who were all impossibly attractive and in even more impossibly tight outfits, Ted just didn’t feel any spark with guys. Until, years after his debut as the Blue Beetle, he met Booster Gold. He was beautiful, all carved gold and eager youth. He reminded Ted of Jon and JM and the gymnast and Ted found it harder to harder to keep his hands off him. And the more Booster warmed up to him the more Ted wanted to kiss him, taste him, just feel Booster’s body filling out in his hands.

Which was probably why- being caught up trying to suppress his attraction so as not to make his teammate uncomfortable -it caught Ted off guard when Booster eventually pressed him up against the wall and said, “You could always ask if you want to touch.”

Ted didn’t remember asking, but he definitely touched, with hands and mouth and tongue over every inch of Booster’s body, learning every angle he could, just as Booster did for him and, somehow, it felt like coming home.

No.49409
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49409
You are an amazing bunch, /coq/.
I made you this. Sorry for the blank speech bubble, I couldn't think of anything fitting to put there.

No.49419
>>49402

That was awesome and you are awesome. And older!Booster with young!Ted needs to be drawn. Possibly by me. >>

No.49425
>>49409

For the empty bubble, maybe "And I will keep my cigar lit"?

No.49520
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49520
So I just read Justice League Quarterly #1, and it is slash-tastic.

In more ways than one. Jealous of who, Booster?

No.49551
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49551
http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/UndercoverBoss

I really want to see Max do this by pretending to be a JLI superhero for a day. With Booster and Batman helping, because Booster could let him borrow some of his stuff and if we're going with slashy fanon he's the one Max is closest to, and Batman because he'd figure it out anyway.

There'd be wacky hijinks, Ted being jealous over Booster hanging out with the new guy, and everyone would learn Valuable Lessons about...stuff. And group hugs.

No.49592
I think JLI would be perfect for an Adult Swim series

No.49597
From anon on the kink meme!
---
Ted couldn’t believe he was doing this.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he said as he watched Booster haul another couple of suitcases in the front door of Ted’s apartment. “Why am I doing this?”

“Because you’re a good friend,” Booster said, fluttering his eyelashes at Ted. “You wanna help me with these?”

“I’m not that good a friend,” Ted replied. “You know, I don’t understand how you can leave a marriage with no money whatsoever but twenty-three suitcases full of crap.”

“Hey, your lawyers and Max’s lawyers both agreed that that prenup was iron clad,” Booster pointed out. “And it’s not crap!”

Ted pointed. “What’s in that one?”

“Hair products.”

“And that one?”

“Headshots.”

Ted threw up his hands. “Crap.”

-

When Booster had first told Ted that Gladys was divorcing him, Ted had laughed long and heartily. In fact, he’d laughed so hard he wrenched his neck a little bit, which kind of spoiled the fun. Still, this was pretty great. Booster’d been waiting for the old bag to die so that he could inherit her millions, and here she was kicking him to the curb because someone even younger – but not, Booster insisted, hotter, and having seen the guy’s picture Ted secretly agreed – had come along. It served Booster right.

Max flat-out refused to let Booster stay in Superbuddies headquarters; he said he’d learned his lesson about housing superheroes after the JLI embassies. And, well, Ted did have a whole penthouse to himself with three bedrooms he never used, and even if the guy had been driving him crazy since Max re-formed the team, when all was said and done, Booster was still his best friend.

“You know, I will pay you back,” Booster said as he arranged his various tanning oils alphabetically in the bathroom cabinet. He had, Ted noticed, removed all of Ted’s stuff to make room.

Ted was tempted to hold him to that promise, just to be obnoxious, but he’d just remembered what this whole situation reminded him of. “Why?” he asked, leaning against the doorjamb. “I never paid you back for all those weeks I was living with you when you were with the Conglomerate.”

“Hmm, true.” Booster grinned. “Okay, I won’t pay you back.”

And as much as he tried to fight it, Ted couldn’t help grinning in return. “Deal.”

-

Ted loosened his tie with one hand and tossed his briefcase to the side with the other. Coming home before sunset was a minor miracle for him, even at the height of summer. “Booster?”

Something about the apartment was different, and it took him a minute to realize what it was. The living room and kitchen had been decluttered: stray jackets and shoes spirited off to closets, papers and books stacked neatly, dishes relocated from funky piles in the sink to the dishwasher. It looked like Booster might even have taken a stab at vacuuming.

Ted heard a faint noise from the balcony and wandered over to investigate, rolling up his sleeves. “Booster, are you out h - gah!”

Booster was on the balcony, in a lawn chair Ted was pretty sure he hadn’t owned yesterday, wearing shades and headphones and absolutely nothing else. At least – Ted thanked God for small favors – he was lying on his stomach. A tiny gold Speedo lay in a crumpled heap by the chair.

Booster looked up at Ted’s shout. “Oh, hey. You’re home early.”

“And you’re naked!” Ted flapped his hands vaguely in the direction of Booster’s rear. Which was tan, and glistening with oil, and perfectly toned, and oh God, Ted had to look away now.

Booster made his squinty confused face, forehead wrinkling above the sunglasses. “Well, yeah. Don’t want tan lines, now do I?”

Ted pinched the bridge of his nose. “Please tell me you didn’t tan the front that way.”

Even behind the shades, Ted could tell that Booster’s expression had turned sly. “Hey, no point in only doing one side. Don’t worry, I didn’t see any of your neighbors out here taking pictures to sell to Gawker.”

Ted snorted. “Like Gawker cares what you do.”

“Dick. See if I do your dishes for you again.”

“You didn’t do them for me. You did them because they were making you nuts.”

“True.” Booster beamed at him and wriggled a bit on the chair, to get comfortable, Ted supposed. It just drew Ted’s eyes to the flexing muscles of Booster’s back and thighs and, oh yeah, ass, and he looked away quickly. “See, didn’t you miss living with me?”

Ted rolled his eyes and walked back inside. “I’m going to take a shower,” he called over his shoulder.

A cold one.

-

“So what’s living with Booster like?” Barbara asked.

Ted made a face, even though he knew Barbara couldn’t see it. At least, he hoped she couldn’t see it; he tended to avoid asking her which of his security cameras she was regularly hooked into, since he wasn’t sure he’d like the answer. “Ugh. A parade of ridiculous.” He adjusted his headset and picked up the latest prototype in both hands, turning it over to see how it looked from all angles. “He gets up at the crack of dawn to work out, so he’s always in the shower when I need to get in there to get ready for work. He gets all prissy if I leave dirty dishes in the sink, or my socks on the living room floor, or something. Seriously, he picks them up with two pencils, like chopsticks, and puts them on my bed. He keeps this funky wheat germ stuff in the fridge and it stinks everything else up. He puts the toilet paper in wrong.”

“He puts it in wrong?” Barbara repeated.

“So that the loose end goes under,” Ted clarified. “It’s supposed to go over.”

“Yeah, that does sound like a pretty big hardship,” Barbara drawled.

Ted scowled. “Yeah, well, you live with it and you see how you like it.” He put the prototype down and clicked through a few of his less-important emails, the ones he didn’t have to devote much brain power to. “Plus he’s naked, like, all the time.”

“Oh really?” Barbara asked. “Does he want to move in with me?”

Ted felt a sudden, unreasonable flash of jealousy, and he wasn’t exactly sure over whom. He tamped it down.

“Trust me,” he said, and leaned back in his chair with his fingers on his temples, the picture of suffering to any potential cameras. “You don’t want him.”

-

Booster looked embarrassed. Ted always felt vastly uncomfortable when Booster looked embarrassed, mostly because it happened so rarely.

“Uh, listen, Ted…can I borrow some cash?”

It was the fourth time he had asked in three weeks, and he always said “borrow.” Ted knew Booster was trying to ask for as little actual money as possible, but the guy was no good at saving. Neither was Ted, for that matter; he was just currently making more than his normal rate of spending.

“Sure.” Ted dug out his wallet. “How much do you need?”

Booster squirmed. “I dunno.”

Ted pulled back a bunch of twenties and held them out. “Think this’ll do ya?”

Booster didn’t take them right away. “I’m working on setting up some endorsements in Japan. Watches, cologne, that sort of thing. I should be getting paid pretty soon.”

“Don’t pay me back in Booster Gold Man Musk for Men,” Ted warned him. “I hate that stuff.”

Booster grinned, relaxing visibly, and took the cash. “That’s ‘cause you’re around me all the time. You know the bottled stuff can’t measure up to the glory of my real man musk.”

“Glory isn’t exactly the world I would use,” Ted snorted, and Booster whacked him with the cash, skipping out of reach of Ted’s return swipe.

-

“So how awful was it living with Gladys?”

“Eh, it actually wasn’t that bad. She’s kind of fun. You know she was a trophy wife when she was young? Like three times, actually – I was her eighth husband. So she told me she figured it was her turn, which, hey, fair enough.”

“I guess so, yeah.”

“And, you know, it’s nice having someone around.”

“True.”

“I mean, I didn’t love the costumes, and I felt a little silly about the whole thing, but other than being married to her was fine.”

“Well, and you didn’t love her. Right?”

“…Yeah. That too.”

-

“Here.”

Booster looked up. “What’s this?” he asked, taking the card Ted handed him.

“I put your name on my debit account. Figured it was easier.”

“You didn’t have to – ”

“So what do you think we should do for dinner tonight?” Ted asked loudly. “I’m sick of pizza, and I had Mexican for lunch.”

Booster wrinkled his nose. “Yeah, I could tell,” he said, but his eyes were touched, and when Ted kicked him in entirely justified response to that comment, he didn’t kick very hard.

-

“Booster Gold, get out of the bathroom right this damn minute! I’m going to be late for work!”

The door opened, but Booster didn’t vacate the bathroom; instead, he grabbed a handful of Ted’s shirt and yanked him in. “Look!”

Ted looked. Booster was clad only in a towel that was clinging desperately to his trim hips. His skin was still pink and damp from the shower, and every so often a drop of water fell from his wet hair to trail its way distractingly over his broad shoulders and pectorals. He was, for some reason, holding his hand about an inch from the top of his head, forefinger and thumb pinched together, but the bizarre pose was the least interesting thing about him right now.

Ted swallowed, and hoped nothing showed on his face. Or his boxers, for that matter, since he was still wearing only what he’d slept in. “What?”

Booster hunched down and pointed with his free hand to the pinched hand. “Here!” he said, a note of horror in his voice. “I found a gray hair!”

Ted stared at him. Then he pinched the hair himself, swatted Booster’s hands away, and yanked.

“Ow!”

“There. Now you have no gray hairs,” he told Booster. “Now get the hell out of my bathroom!”

Booster gave him a wounded look and went, making a great show of rubbing the spot on his head where the hair in question had been, and using the other hand to snatch at his towel, which was threatening to fall. Ted made a frustrated noise and slammed the door behind him, yanked off his undershirt and boxers, stormed into the shower, and, muttering darkly about Booster and his stupid hair, reached down to deal with the hardon he’d been sporting since Booster opened the door.

-

No.49598
>>49597
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“Put it back.”

“What?”

“Put it back, Ted.”

“You’re not the boss of me.”

“You know you’re not supposed to eat that stuff!”

“You don’t even believe in my heart condition!”

“No, but if we’re going to all act like your alleged heart condition is real, you can’t cheat on your alleged diet, because then you’ll have an alleged heart attack, and I really don’t know how to explain that to 911.”

“Spoilsport. See if I ever go grocery shopping with you again.”

“I’m holding you to that.”

“Nyah.”

-

“I’m going to kill him.”

He could’ve sworn Barbara sighed. “I take it there’s been no success on the toilet paper front?”

“Huh? No.” Ted opened his desk drawer, rummaging for a file he knew was in there. “He didn’t come home last night.”

“Because…?”

“Because he met some girl, I guess. I don’t know. I was up until three worrying about him, and I finally texted him and he was all ‘Don’t wait up.’ Yeah, like I’m really going to wait up for Booster.”

“But…you did wait up, didn’t you?” Barbara asked.

Ted closed the drawer with more force than was strictly necessary. “Well, yes, technically, but, okay, that was totally different.”

“Uh-huh.”

“It was!” Ted slumped back in his chair. “I just feel like if I go to the trouble of ordering from that Japanese place that I don’t even like, and we’ve got that football movie out from Netflix and everything, he could maybe show up instead of going off and shtupping some…person.”

“‘Shtupping’?”

“It is the language of my people, Barbara.”

She chuckled. “So are you mad because he didn’t come home last night, or are you mad because he didn’t come home?”

Something in her tone of voice pricked Ted’s Beetle-sense. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m pretty sure you know.”

Oh brother, not this again. “Listen, Barbara, I gotta get back to work…”

“Uh-huh.” The problem with Barbara was that she never seemed to believe him when he lied. “Later, Beeb.”

-

“Look at us. Two on a raft, sunny side up.”

“What’s this?” Booster asked, leaning over the back of the couch.

Ted turned around to stare at him. “You’ve never seen The Road to Morocco? I’ve never shown you The Road to Morocco? Booster, you have every right to end the friendship right now.” He patted the seat beside him. “C’mere, you’ll love it.”

Booster sprang easily over the back of the couch and flopped down beside Ted. Though Ted wound up having to explain a lot of the cultural references (and make up some of the ones he himself didn’t get), Booster liked it enough that when it turned out to be a marathon of the Road movies, neither of them budged.

Sometime later, Ted woke groggily to the closing frames of The Road to Hong Kong. He had slid down the couch at some point, Booster slumped down on top of him, his head resting on Ted’s chest. He made for a very heavy and slightly drooly but very warm blanket, and it seemed a lot easier to reach for the remote and shut the TV off than wake Booster up so that they could go to separate beds.

-

“Hello, dear. How were Wally and the Beav today?”

Booster just groaned, and Ted frowned and walked into the living room. Booster was sitting on the couch, bruised and bloodied, his costume torn. Blood trickled from his lip and matted his hair, and he was dabbing in an exhausted, desultory fashion at a nasty cut over his heart.

Ted dropped his briefcase with a thump and ran to the couch. “Jesus Christ, Booster, what happened?”

Booster tried to turn to look at him and winced. “Bizarro and Metallo decided to team up, and Superman was in space somewhere, so guess who had to clean up his mess? At least I bagged and tagged ‘em for the Met PD before crawling home to die.”

“You can’t die on that couch. It’s too expensive,” Ted said automatically, heading towards the bathroom for the first aid kit, which was depressingly huge, and some painkillers. He detoured into the kitchen to get a glass of water for the pills, and then drew up the coffee table and sat on it, facing Booster.

“Take these,” he said, and gave Booster the painkillers. Booster gave him a look like reaching for the glass was the hardest thing he’d ever done, but obeyed.

“This the good stuff?” he asked. Ted knew that Booster knew full well that Ted’s medicine cabinet ranged from baby aspirin to horse pills.

“The best,” Ted said. “Think you can take your shirt off?” The fact that Booster had managed to drag himself home and was attempting his own first aid suggested that they didn’t need the hospital or Dr. Mid-Nite. Booster had every superhero’s bad habit of pushing himself past where he should, but he’d also been in the game long enough to know to seek professional medical attention for anything life-threatening. Still, Ted couldn’t be sure - or help Booster patch himself up – with the costume in the way.

“Fresh,” Booster joked weakly, but he let Ted help him tug the top of his costume over his head. It was a wreck – Ted would have to patch it later, and use the special cleaning process he’d devised for the future material. He hated that he’d gotten so good at getting blood out of Booster’s costume.

To Ted’s immense relief, removing Booster’s shirt revealed him to be battered, but not broken. He went to work cleaning and bandaging Booster’s wounds, fingers moving with practiced speed. Booster watched him dully, wincing less and less as the drugs kicked in. His eyelids started to droop.

“Hey,” he said. “Hey. This…this is the good stuff.”

“It’s all top of the line chez Kord,” Ted said distractedly, swiping at the cut on Booster’s lip with disinfectant. Booster didn’t even flinch at the sting.

“Good,” he mumbled, eyes closing. “Think…think I’ll stay.”

“Good,” Ted agreed. He hunkered down to pull Booster’s boots off, then eased him sideways so that he could lie down on the couch. He could, actually, just carry Booster to his room, but it would be a struggle, and it was better not to move Booster just now.

Booster sank against the pillow like a weary sailor at last reaching the shore. “Can I go to sleep now?”

“Go for it.” Ted kissed the top of his head before he could think better of it, and Booster made a soft noise that could have been protest or agreement. “I’ll take care of you.”

-

“Hey. Which tie?”

Booster looked up from his copy of People, where he was defacing everyone who had been ranked above him on the “50 Most Beautiful People” list. “Uhhh…the blue. Why are you all gussied up?”

Ted tossed the rejected tie onto the couch and started to arrange the blue one around his neck. “I’m not ‘gussied up.’ No one’s been gussied up since 1910 at the latest.”

“Okay, why are you wearing your glad rags?”

“These are my sharp threads, and don’t you forget it.” Ted tied the tie and made sure it was centered. “Got a date.”

Ted knew Booster better than anyone else in the world, which was why he could tell when Booster deflated, almost imperceptibly. “Oh.”

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing.”

“Come on, tell me.”

“It’s nothing!”

“Booster!”

“Ted!”

Ted folded his arms and waited. Booster sighed. “I dunno. I was kind of craving Thai food and I was gonna suggest we go get some. But it’s fine. I’ll order in, or maybe Bea or someone is free.” He waved a hand at Ted, shooing him towards the door. “Put your jacket on and go, Beau Brummel.”

“Booster…”

“Go!”

Ted went back into his bedroom, put on his jacket, and looked at himself in the mirror. He did look good. And he hadn’t had a date in months.

When he walked back into the living room, he was wearing old jeans and an old shirt with the Federation logo on it. “I told her I had to take a rain check,” he said in answer to Booster’s unspoken question. “You got me craving pad thai, you bastard.” And he walked past Booster into the kitchen, both to get the takeout menu and so he wouldn’t have to look at Booster’s smile.

-

“Well, it appears that miracles do happen,” Barbara said.

“What do you mean?” Ted asked, adjusting his headset with one hand and flipping through the quarterly reports with the other.

“I mean we’ve been talking for thirty minutes and you haven’t once complained about Booster,” she pointed out. “That hasn’t happened since he moved in.”

Ted paused for a minute to think about it. “Huh,” he said. “I guess I don’t have anything to complain about.”

-

“Guess what.”

Ted looked up as Booster shut the apartment door behind him. “What? And where have you been? I thought you wanted to watch the game.”

“Gladys had me over for tea,” Booster said. That wasn’t unusual – he and Gladys had settled into a bizarre sort of friendship, and he went over to her penthouse for a visit every few weeks, or let her take him to a play or the opera. Ted usually ragged him mercilessly about still being whipped even after the divorce, but he decided to wait a minute and find out why Booster looked like he was trying hard not to laugh.

“Does what I’m about to guess have anything to do with why you look like you’re about to pee in your pants?” he asked.

“I do not!” Booster said indignantly. He sat down on the couch next to Ted anyway. “Gladys’s best friend Mavis was over. Well, really best frenemy.”

Ted shook his head. “No. I don’t believe you actually know a pair of aging best friends named Gladys and Mavis.”

“Best frenemies.”

“Either way.”

“Are you going to let me tell the story or not?” At Booster’s frustrated look, Ted was silent. “Thank you. Anyway, while Gladys was in the kitchen, Mavis cornered me and…well, she sort of proposed?”

Ted stared. “What?”

No.49601
>>49597
>>49598
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“Well, you know,” Booster said, as if Ted must also have obscenely wealthy women proposing to him all the time. “She gave me the old once-over and made a lot of breathy comments about how lonely she’s been since her last divorce and how I must miss living in the lap of luxury and how much she’d love to have a big strong hero around the house. And then she grabbed my ass.”

Ted gaped at him. “…Are you kidding?”

“Nope!” Booster put his feet up on the coffee table and folded his arms behind his head. “Looks like yet another lady has succumbed to Gold Fever. Although it’s probably at least fifty percent just to piss off Gladys. Anyway, I’m thinking I might go for it.”

Ted gaped even harder. “You...what?!”

“Well, why not?” Booster asked, heedless of Ted’s darkening expression. “I mean, Mavis is kind of fun, and I think she might actually be richer than Gladys. And I like being married to old ladies. They’re easy to please.”

“No doubt,” Ted said, voice clipped. “I certainly haven’t been able to housebreak you.”

It was a joke he might have made playfully any other time, but the tone now was nasty, and Booster looked up in confusion. “Uh…Ted? Everything okay?”

“Everything’s dandy,” Ted spat, hot with anger. “You’ll go off and marry some shriveled old creep for her money, and I’ll get my apartment back. Everyone wins.”

Booster frowned. “Aw, come on, you’re not going to start this again, are you? I thought you were done picking on me!”

“I was done picking on you about Gladys,” Ted clarified. “Mavis is a whole new ball game.” He stood up, crossed to the hall closet, and yanked out a couple of Booster’s suitcases. The rest were scattered in closets around the apartment – there had been a lot of them. “Well, you’d better get packing. Wouldn’t want to keep ol’ Mavis waiting. I can’t imagine she’s got a lot of time left.”

Booster stood up, hurt and confusion plain on his face, and anger starting to creep up behind it. “Wait. Why are you pissed at me?”

“Pissed? I’m thrilled!” Ted said. “My best friend is getting married. What a wonderful celebration of the deep love between two inutterably shallow people who are using each other for selfish and passive aggressive reasons! Can I be the best man?” Ha. Like he would even attend.

“Not if you don’t stop being a dick,” Booster snapped. “Do you have a problem with Mavis or something?”

“Never met the lady.”

“Okay, then with me actually getting something I want for a change?”

“Ha!” Ted’s laugh was withering. “It’s never enough with you, is it?”

Booster glared. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what it sounds like!” Ted snapped. “What didn’t you have here? You had money, you had a penthouse, you had everything Gladys or Mavis or whoever could buy you, no strings, and you want to trade it all in to marry some old hag who doesn’t even love you!”

“No strings?” There was a bitterness in Booster’s tone that Ted didn’t understand, not that he was in any mood to dissect Booster’s tone right now. “Sure.” He shook his head. “If I don’t leave soon I’m going to be here forever.”

“Would that be such a horrible thing?” Ted demanded. “I mean, sorry I haven’t had nineteen husbands and twenty-three facelifts, but I just don’t see how marrying Mavis instead is trading up!”

He caught the “instead” too late, heard it fall out of his mouth like a depth charge to explode between them. Any hope that Booster wouldn’t notice it vanished at the slight pause in Booster’s anger, the faint line of confusion between his eyebrows.

“I…” Booster started, stopped, started again. “Are…are you jealous?”

“No!” Ted said, but it was too fast, too loud, and Booster would know, oh God, he would know.

“You are!” Booster said, pointing accusatorily at him. “That’s why you were such a jerk to me when I was married to Gladys! You were jealous!”

There was no way to deny it, no way Booster would believe him. Ted closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, hoping for a heart attack to come along and put him out of his misery. Nothing.

“Just…go,” he said. “Take your volumizing mousse and your wheat germ and go marry your grandmother, okay?”

Instead, Booster grabbed his wrist and yanked his hand down. Ted yelped as he was suddenly confronted with Booster’s eyes, bright blue and very round and searching Ted’s from about an inch away.

“What are you doing?” he asked, humiliation making him defensive.

Booster’s mouth curved. “Trading up,” he said, and kissed him.

For a minute Ted just stood there, stunned, Booster’s soft lips pressed to his. Then suddenly it was like someone had lit a Roman candle in Ted’s chest, and his fingers were clenched in Booster’s shirt and his tongue was in Booster’s mouth before his brain had quite caught up with the situation. Booster let go of Ted’s wrist to bury his fingers in Ted’s hair, and Ted made a small, urgent noise and tilted his head to deepen the kiss, pressing closer, all his anger and embarrassment transmuting into a different kind of adrenalin.

When he broke the kiss out of sheer breathlessness, Booster pressed in closer. “Ted,” he said, voice a little broken, and Ted decided right then and there that he needed more Booster more than he needed more oxygen.

When they stumbled blindly against the couch, Ted went tumbling backwards onto it, pulling Booster with him. Booster was already working his collar open, was kissing his way down Ted’s throat, and Ted tilted his head back and slid his hands up under the hem of Booster’s shirt and thought finally, finally.

“Why does your shirt have so many damn buttons?” Booster asked with sudden frustration, yanking at Ted’s shirt so that one of the aforementioned buttons went flying.

“Just rip it, then!” Ted said, impatient. His hands slid down to Booster’s ass, the ass that had been taunting him with its hotness for nearly two decades now, and Booster groaned and thrust against his hip. Ted could feel him through both their jeans, could feel him getting hard, and it made him gasp and fumble for Booster’s fly.

Booster yanked on the shirt, buttons clattered against the floor and the coffee table, and then Booster’s mouth was on him again, lips and tongue and teeth hot and wet on Ted’s collarbone, his solar plexus, his nipples. Ted let out a high-pitched, embarrassing whimper as Booster’s teeth scraped across the sensitive flesh, and Booster chuckled and did it again.

With a grunt of triumph, Ted at last got Booster’s fly open and shoved his hand inside. Booster wasn’t wearing underwear – of course - and they both moaned when Ted’s fingers found Booster’s dick. The angle was bad and the pants were tight and Ted couldn’t do much but rub, but apparently that was enough, because Booster clung to him and panted hot against his neck, and if Ted hadn’t been fully hard before he was getting there now.

“You,” Booster managed, voice muffled against Ted’s throat. “Pants. I need…fuck.”

“Yeah,” Ted agreed. He reached for his own fly, but his right hand was clumsier than his left, and he had no room to maneuver. With an annoyed snort, he pulled his hand out of Booster’s pants. Booster whined in protest until Ted shoved Booster’s jeans down around his thighs and rolled them over so that he was lying half on top of Booster. Then he yanked his own pants and underwear down. He meant to pull them off all the way, but Booster grabbed him before he could, one big hand wrapping around his dick, the other on the back of his neck, pulling him down into a kiss.

Ted moaned into Booster’s mouth as Booster stroked him, and rubbed his thigh against Booster’s erection. Booster broke the kiss on a gasp. “Ted,” he said, arching up against him, “Ted, I always…”

“Me too,” Ted assured him, biting at his jaw. “Me too, Booster, oh God, I…wait, wait…”

Booster stopped in confusion as Ted knocked his hand away – confusion that faded into pleased understanding as Ted shifted so that he could wrap his own hand around both their dicks at once. “Best genius ever,” Booster mumbled into his ear, thrusting gently against Ted’s strokes. “Why didn’t we do this years ago?”

Ted tightened his grip a little, pressing their cocks closer together, loving the feel of Booster’s hard length against his own. “Hhh…didn’t know you wanted to. Why didn’t you kiss me years ago?”

“Th…thought you were straight.”

“I am!”

Booster left off sucking a dark bruise below Ted’s ear to stare at him, then glance down to where Ted was still steadily stroking their cocks together. Ted flushed. “Well. Ish.”

Booster laughed out loud at that, and the happy familiar sound of it made Ted’s chest feel all funny – in a good way – even as his hips jerked forward. “Okay, fine. We’ll go with that.”

He kissed Ted again, fingers digging into Ted’s ass, groping shamelessly. Ted rewarded him by stroking faster, hips shifting shallowly against Booster’s, but it wasn’t long before it wasn’t enough. He let go so that he could thrust against Booster harder, pressed full-length against him, precome from both of them making it easier, slicker, dizzyingly weird and wonderful to be here, with Booster, doing this.

Booster rocked his hips up to meet Ted’s thrusts, lips pressing a staccato of kisses to Ted’s face, his throat and shoulders. Ted dug his fingers into Booster’s hip, his shoulder, babbling and only half aware that he was babbling. “Booster, fuck, yes, Booster, please, please, more…”

“Ted,” Booster gasped, sounding choked. “Ted – !” and Ted felt a warm wet rush between them, and the look on Booster’s face was enough to send Ted hurtling over the edge with him, crying out Booster’s name as pleasure sang through him.

When his brain cleared enough for him to process the situation, he was lying with his head pillowed on Booster’s shoulder, and Booster was petting his back through the shirt that was still half on him. His pants were tangled around his legs, there was a cool, sticky mess between them, and the very expensive couch probably had some very indecent stains on it now.

Still, Ted couldn’t bring himself to be anything but content.

Booster poked his side. “Dinner?”

Ted shook his head. “Nn.”

“Nap?”

“Yes.”

“Bed?”

“Yes.”

They lurched off the couch and into Ted’s bedroom, shedding clothes along the way. Booster found some tissues and wiped them down, then made himself at home in Ted’s bed. That was just fine with Ted.

He curled up against Booster’s side. “Hey, Booster?”

“Mmm?”

“Don’t marry any more old ladies for their money.”

Booster laughed softly and rolled over onto his side so that he could face Ted. “You gonna be my sugar daddy instead?”

Ted made a face. “Only if you promise never to use the phrase ‘sugar daddy’ ever again.”

Booster grinned. “Can I call you Big Papa Ted?”

“If you want me to puke all over you, sure.”

“Aw, you’re no fun.” Booster snuggled close, then suddenly pulled back to look at Ted. “Hey…you know you’re not like Mavis, right?”

Ted cocked an eyebrow. “What, I haven’t had enough work done?”

“No, I mean…you’re not…” Booster went slightly pink and tucked his face into Ted’s neck. “I’d be here even if you were broke,” he said, voice a little muffled.

Ted couldn’t stop the smile spreading over his face, but all he did was kiss the side of Booster’s head and say, “I’d be here even if you were rich.”

He felt Booster’s grin. “Well, I do feel like a million bucks.”

“That was terrible.”

“You loved it.”

“No, seriously, that was really bad.”

“You’re laughing on the inside. I can tell.”

“Good night, Booster.”

“Night, Big Papa.”

“BAAAAAARF.”

“…Night, Ted.”

No.49610
>>49601
Oh god, this was wonderful. The only thing better than well-written porn is well-written, perfectly in-character, funny porn.

No.49637
>>49601
This is so much love, I cannot even begin to express thy love.

No.49660
>>49601

I love this writer forever. Thanks for posting it here.

No.49679
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49679
I made this and I thought you guys might enjoy burly alternate universe WWII fighter pilot Ted failing to be amused by Booster.

Yeah, I don't know either. But it is fun adding in your own captions.

"And then they were all zombies and they started dancing like this! It's super famous in the future."

"What is a zombie that sounds silly"

No.49695
>>49679
I swoon over burly Ted forever.
And that hat.

No.49704
>>49695
It's okay to want to touch Ted, beck. That is the natural response to a bod so sexy.

No.49721
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'Thank god we're finally back!' bump.

No.49733
>>49679
FFFFfffff This Ted is so hot beyond reason.
h-he's shirtless and he's wearing burly suspenders~
Also. I need that hat, like, five years ago

No.49734
>>49721

OMFG that is the cutest. I want a little Skeetsling of my very own!

No.49746
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No.49767
>>49746

While everything about that pic is awesome, there's something about Ted's leg being hooked around Booster's that's just undeniably sexy.

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No.49824
>>49822

Damn, Booster! What the fuck happened?! D:

No.49833
>>49721
I think the Beetle had something to do with it

You know, that giant thing Ted goes around in.

No.49835
i have been wanting to write this like you can't believe.
***


Dan isn't sure where this started.

*

It might have started at the beginning. Three years ago. The first day of class, and amid the sea of bright new faces, Dan can already pick them out. The ones who are just here because they need the credits, or because their friend is in the class, or because they really think archaeology is all about dashing adventures and cursed tombs and foreigners with exotic swords. Dan's stories - but he makes a point never to tell them till at least halfway into the semester. It's a trick. It helps thin the herd a little. By the time he starts dropping mentions of those glory days into his lectures, the only students around to hear them are those who stuck it out through the drier, less glamorous stuff. Dan makes no apologies for that; they're the ones who'll appreciate it the most anyway.

So the first day starts off deceptively dull, a once-over of the syllabus and a dusty lecture about the value of studying history. Students will stay after class to talk when he gets to the exciting things, but they rarely do on day one.

Ted Kord does.

He's not an archaeology major; he's not even enrolled in the Humanities college, not technically. Engineering, he says, but sometimes that gets old. Dan jokes with him; asks if he expects more excitement out of studying things that died and decayed a thousand years ago. And Ted laughs, but only briefly.

"A man can never have too much education," he says by way of explanation, weeks later. It's something Dan would say. It's not something a freshman usually would. That sticks with him. It soon becomes Ted's trademark, his defining nature, at least in Dan's eyes - an endless supply of nonchalance and good humor, and then out of nowhere, moments of wisdom that leave Dan thinking long after class has ended for the day.

That could have been it.

*

Or the year after that, perhaps. Spring, and Ted's been in his course every term, and Dan's so used to him by now that he'd only be surprised if Ted didn't show up. But he does, and he does more than just show up - he's at the top of the class again, this student of the sciences, beating out kids who've studied nothing but history and letters since they got there.

Until he's not. His grades dip. He hurries off after class instead of hanging around to chat. When Dan catches him nodding off for the third time, he waits till the other students have filed out before making his way over to set a hand on his shoulder. Ted jolts awake, blinking.

"I think we should talk," Dan says.

Whatever he was expecting, whatever he might have imagined, is not what comes out in Ted's sheepish explanation in his office. Gymnastics, he says. He's on the school team, and practice has been keeping him busy. Dan is suddenly, sharply aware of Ted's broad shoulders, of the wiry muscle showing past his rolled-up sleeves. He tries to shake it out of his mind, and realizes that Ted is looking at him expectantly.

"Sorry," Dan says quickly, "I was just thinking -"

"Our meet," Ted repeats. "It's a statewide thing. They're holding it here this year. It's open to the public, and I'm competing in it." He fidgets a little; his hands shuffle in his pockets, and he smiles. "You could come watch. If you want, I mean."

Dan does not plan to go, but somehow he ends up there anyway. The bleachers are full of parents; he tries to guess which might be Ted's, looks for his bright eyes and dark hair in the faces all around. No one stands out. On the mats, the students all look younger than they should. Standing around, they're sinewy, awkward; they talk, they joke, mostly they stretch and wait for their turns. It's only in motion that they turn into strange and beautiful things, twisting and leaping to the applause of the crowd. Dan watches with dispassionate interest; this isn't his kind of thing.

And then it's Ted's turn. His name echoes over the announcer's megaphone, and he steps forward, and for that first second the gymnasium feels so small. The fluorescent lights make Ted look pale; a self-conscious flush stands out high on his cheeks. Somewhere off to Dan's side, a girl cheers, and Ted turns towards her voice and flashes a brilliant grin. He doesn't seem to notice Dan.

In class, Ted dresses like a boy who's gotten into his father's closet; awkward and half-mature. That's all gone now, and the figure flipping effortlessly across the mat is unmistakably adult. By the time Ted's routine finishes and he stands straight and taut, his finishing pose to the applause of the crowd, Dan's mouth has gone dry.

Ted finds him after the meet ends, pulling a sweatshirt on over the spandex as he jogs towards the bleachers. He's disheveled and smiling; Dan forces himself to smile back. They exchange pleasantries and Dan's congratulations, and Ted leaves with the girl who'd been cheering him on, and Dan goes home alone and thinks.

*

It's the beginning of junior year when Ted follows him to his office and makes the bright-eyed declaration that he's going to minor in archaeology. By now Dan has picked up bits and pieces of his story; Ted likes to talk. About class, yes, but about everything else, too. He approaches Dan more like a friend than a professor some days. So Dan knows about his family's company; knows where he's headed after this, and he can't quite hide his surprise.

"Archaeology?" he echoes. "Not business, or another scientific field?"

Ted scoffs at the idea, but doesn't exactly justify his answer. Instead he rolls right ahead to "So I'll have to write a dissertation," which Dan knew already, and "I could use some help," which he frankly should have seen coming.

That's how he ends up seeing Ted even more often than before, how he ends up staying late every week, getting into sprawling discussions over the paper-in-progress. It's about the pharaohs; Ted is fascinated with Egypt, and there are days Dan wishes he could tell all the stories he has. Once in a while he even sneaks one in - always carefully couched in the third person, prefaced with 'I read in the papers' or 'I heard on the radio'. Ted, clever as he is, never sees through it. He listens to Dan with rapt attention every time.

More than once, their conferences run late, late enough for thoughts of dinner to pop up. More than once, Ted asks if Dan wants to go out and get something with him. And Dan keeps politely turning him down. He should tell him that it's inappropriate, but instead he always makes up some other excuse. Something more temporary and less unforgiving.

He tells himself he doesn't know why, but it's not really true.

*

The classroom is empty except for them, and Dan is standing closer than he has to, leaning over Ted's desk to read his paper. He goes to circle a spelling error, and their hands bump. Ted smiles. Dan pretends not to notice.

*

Ted closes the office door behind them and asks, visibly hesitant, if Dan's all right. Says he seemed out of sorts during the lecture. Dan opens his mouth to say he's fine, but he's not and he blurts it out - he tells him about Luri, and about how they'd been close. How they hadn't spoken in ages. How he'd spent the weekend out of town, at her funeral - a car accident, of all things. She would have found it laughably unexciting.

Ted is quiet. When he hugs Dan, he doesn't ask for permission, and Dan has had too bad of a week to deny it anyway.

*

Dan goes to another one of Ted's competitions. The girl from before isn't there this time. He watches Ted flip and twist, watches the faint sheen of sweat on his skin, the electric blue focus in his eyes. He leaves before Ted can see him.

On the way home, he passes a church, and almost goes to confession for the first time in twenty years.

*

Wherever it started, it's all ending here. For the first time in a while, the school is doing well enough to take on some extra faculty - including a brand new addition to the one-man archaeology department that has been Dan Garrett since the day his predecessor retired. He's already met her; she's nice. Young, but sharp. He already knows what he's going to say, when Ted shows up. How he'll explain that he has too much work to really devote enough time to helping Ted with his dissertation. That it's a disservice to him, besides, to only get input from one professor. That it'll do him good to learn from someone else for a while.

They aren't lies; not technically.

He waits for Ted to come to his office, but for once, he doesn't. It's not like him to miss one of their appointments, and as the hour comes and goes, Dan finds himself worrying. He's on the verge of going out to look for him - maybe the gym, he thinks - when Ted finally appears in the doorway. He looks worn. He's not smiling.

Dan forgets everything he was going to say, and when the door closes, it all spills out of Ted with the slightest urging. He tells Dan about his father, the argument they just had on the phone - hastily fumbling an apology in there for missing their meeting. Dan waves it off, and Ted goes on, pacing, shaking his head, rambling disjointedly about what's expected of him. He says the word 'graduation' like it's a death sentence. Dan's never seen him so wound up.

Finally, he takes a deep breath. "I don't have my paper with me," he confesses. "I just - I wasn't sure where else to go."

"It's okay," Dan says, and he can see Ted's shoulders droop with relief. There's a long stretch of silence. This would be the time, Dan thinks, to dispense some teacherly wisdom. To give some advice about parents or choices or responsibility, or something. But before he can, Ted speaks up again.

"And then right after I got off the phone with my dad, my roommate called," he says, like it's a continuation of the last topic. "Suddenly decided to go away for the weekend."

Dan is at a loss. "Ah," he says, unhelpfully.

"There's this bar we usually go to on Fridays," Ted goes on, picking an old trinket off Dan's bookshelf and idly turning it over in his hands. "You know, like an end-of-the-week-unwinding thing. The guy that runs the place always gives us a discount for being regulars."

The second Dan understands where this is going, he wishes he didn't, but Ted's smile when he looks up is lopsided and hopeful.

"If you're not doing anything..."

No, Dan thinks.

"Sure," he says.


After a few drinks, Ted's intentions to unwind have left him visibly...well, unwound is about the right word. He's back to his old self, quick to joke and even quicker to laugh.

He is also, to Dan's quiet dread, quick to touch.

It's all completely benign; a hand on his arm, an arm around his shoulders, the bump of Ted's leg against his own below the bar. They're meaningless little things, but that doesn't stop Dan's senses from honing in sharp on every inch of contact, blanking out the rest of the world and making him want to switch to something stronger.

He switches to water instead, and wonders what he's doing here.



Telling Ted he's probably had enough feels like it would be too paternal, so he's relieved when Ted makes that call himself; he was starting to look a little wobbly. Dan quietly takes care of the check and insists on escorting him back to his apartment, and Ted talks the whole way. Dan is mostly silent.

When he fumbles with the lock and finally gets the door open, he invites Dan in. And Dan knows this is it, this is his opportunity to end this and turn around and just go home before he does something stupid.

Instead, he follows Ted in and suddenly the door's closed behind him, and Ted - Ted is too, too close.

"I saw you," he says, a grin playing on his lips. He's flushed, but his eyes are clear. Dan's chest flutters.

"What?"

"At the last meet," Ted clarifies. "I saw you. You didn't say hi."

"Oh." Dan can't move. "Sorry," he says, which sounds ridiculous even to him. "I didn't---"

"I don't mind," Ted interjects with a chuckle. "No, I mean - I'm glad. I'm glad you came. You can always come watch."

"I don't think that's a good idea," Dan says before he can help himself. Ted looks surprised, but not as much as Dan would expect. He leans up a little, scrutinizing Dan's face. It's making him feel naked, like his heart is pounding loud enough for both of them to hear, all his guilt and bad ideas spread bare in front of him.

Then Ted smiles, closes his eyes, and kisses him.

It takes more willpower than Dan thought he possessed to finally push Ted away and whisper, "We can't do this," but all that effort goes right out the window when Ted licks his lips, eyes gleaming, and whispers back "Why not?"

And there are so many good reasons, he's sure there are, but he can't find a single one before Ted presses close to kiss him again. He can't help it; he kisses back this time, and Ted makes a small desperate sound and grinds against his thigh and oh, god, he's hard. He's hard and he's kissing Dan and then, without warning, he's sinking to his knees and unfastening Dan's belt.

When Dan chokes on a groan and spills against Ted's tongue, it feels like coming apart. And when he pulls him up to his feet and jerks him off, Ted trembling and clinging to his shoulders all the while, all the pieces scatter.

He'll leave in a minute, he tells himself, when Ted's got his breath back, when he doesn't need to slump against him like he'll fall over otherwise. But he holds onto him till then, petting his hair and letting him rest his head in the crook of Dan's neck. He's warm and shaky and beautiful, and now it's not just that Dan doesn't know where this started.

Now he doesn't know where it's going to end, either.

No.49840
>>49835
kdsjadlkmsfklsakd <333333

No.49864
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>>49835
and of course, an illustration.

No.49865
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>>49864

Ted, you adorable sneaky little thing. <3


HEY LOOK WHAT I HAVE A PREVIEW FOR.

(DEMATTEIS YOU NEED TO COME TO DRAGON CON OR SOMETHING SO I CAN HUG YOU.)

No.49899
>>49835
>>49864

Oh my God. Not only did you write (awesome) Ted/Dan, you mentioned LURI. Luri! *eyes turn into sparkles of joy*

Also, Dan's "DO NOT WANT TO WANT" face is a thing of beauty.

No.49968
and now for something a bit different, while i'm in this beetleshipping mood.
disclaimer: features underaged!ted.

***

Teddy Kord is 15 years old, and hating every minute of it.

Summer is just around the corner, and if this year is anything like every year before it, he can bet the air conditioning will break somewhere around mid-June. People think of Chicago and think of cold, wind, but nobody ever takes the summers into account - and they can be brutal. There's relief close by in the form of the local swimming pool, but the last time Teddy felt comfortable there was years ago.

He's just 'a little husky', his mother says. 'Healthy'. But this is coming from the woman who always cooks to feed an army, and insists that Teddy and his father will 'end up skin and bones' if they stop before the third helping.

The other guys in the neighborhood aren't quite so forgiving.

So it's May, and Teddy is trying yet again to turn things around. He's turned down his father's offer to buy him a pass to the local gym; the last thing he needs is to be seen like this, exhausted and straining himself and, by his own estimation, a big clumsy mess. Gyms are for people with less to hide, he thinks. Instead he stays in his room, and counts one situp after another, arms clenched across his chest and face screwed up in concentration.

He gets to thirteen this time before it's too much and he flops back onto the floor, panting. His back aches. His stomach's getting sore from the exertion. And he promised himself he'd do the push-ups today, too. Right now, just the thought makes his arms hurt.

While he catches his breath, he closes his eyes and tries to imagine the pool. The sharp chlorine smell, the open air, the chill of the water on his skin. He pictures ducking under the surface - finally getting a chance to try out the goggles he got three birthdays ago - and escaping the summertime heat.

But it's hard to picture, and even when he sort of can, it doesn't make the idea of those push-ups any less daunting. He needs something else.

Hoisting himself up onto his bed, he tugs the pillow under his head and gazes up at the poster on the wall. It's the only one he's got, mail-ordered for a buck out of the back of one of his 'Incredible Tales' magazines: their own hometown hero. The Blue Beetle.

Teddy loves the image. The Beetle is standing there exactly like a hero ought to, hands on his hips and masked gaze set off into the distance. The lines of his face are strong and resolute, with just enough of a smile - Teddy always imagines he's saying "Have no fear, citizens!" or something equally fantastic. He wonders what the Beetle's voice sounds like; in his head it's sharp, confident, like a radio announcer or his uncle Eli.

He reaches up and traces a fingertip over the contour of the Beetle's side, following the cut of the snug blue costume. It's bulletproof, they say - and fireproof, and who-knows-what-else-proof. The budding scientist in Teddy wants to know exactly how it works. If he did, he thinks, he could make one of his own. His very own Beetle suit. And then someday - someday, when he was in good enough shape, when he'd stopped being 'husky' - he could be the Blue Beetle's sidekick.

His eyes go half-lidded as he pictures it: himself, a little older and a lot leaner. Stronger. Maybe he'd wear an eye-mask like the Beetle does; or maybe he'd design something different, something that would stand out. Sometimes he gets ideas, and they end up scribbled in the margins of his homework, tiny sketches: Teddy Kord, partner in crimefighting. No, he amends mentally, maybe not Teddy. Maybe Ted. After all, kid sidekicks are pretty common, but he is almost sixteen. That's practically grown-up.

He'd have to have some kind of alias, but he hasn't been able to think of a good one yet. So when he imagines this marvelous new life, it's always just him and the Beetle. Alone, maybe after saving the day, where they could use their real names. The Beetle would put a hand on his shoulder and smile, and say Good job out there, Ted! He'd say, We really taught those crooks a lesson, didn't we? and Teddy would smile right back and say, We sure did, partner!

"Partner," Teddy murmurs. The word echoes warm and rich in his head, and his nerves spark at the thought. If it was just the two of them, then the Beetle could take off his mask, take off his cowl, and Teddy wonders what he'd look like. He already knows he'd be handsome; the disguise doesn't hide that. Strong-jawed and quick to smile - that's how he's always drawn, and Teddy trusts the artwork implicitly, even if he's never seen the man in person.

He glances down at himself, at the roundness of his stomach, at how short and inelegant his fingers look where they rest on his t-shirt. Then he looks back up at the Beetle. He's tall, he's broad-shouldered; the costume shows off muscle and strength and Teddy maps it out with his hand, trying to imagine what it would feel like for real.

A shiver creeps down his spine, heat stirring low in his belly, and Teddy feels himself flush self-consciously. He's idolized the Blue Beetle for years, sure, but it's only recently that he's started to look at his hero like that. It feels a little scandalous; the Beetle is an icon, something more than just a person. It's not like the brief, frantic crush he had on Rosie Klein from homeroom (or the subsequent, never-spoken-aloud one on her older brother). But Teddy can't help it. It just happens.

After all, he tells himself, superheroes lead dangerous lives. Maybe the Beetle wouldn't be able to have a - a girlfriend, or anything, in case his secret identity ever got out. Teddy's pretty sure that's how it works; it's like being a spy. You can't get too close to ordinary people when you're always out there risking your neck. So the Beetle would confide in him. His sidekick - the one person who'd understand what it was like. And Teddy would always be there for him.

He pictures the Beetle's hand on his shoulder again, but this time he's leaning down to kiss Teddy, and his dick twitches in his shorts. Thoughtlessly, he reaches down to grab himself, and turns his head aside to muffle a groan against the pillow. With his eyes closed, he tries to imagine it's not his hand - it's his hero's, maybe still in its bright-colored glove, big and strong and self-assured. He wonders if the Beetle has a secret lair - a cave or a hidden room in a house, something like that. His imagination fills in the blanks, and that's where his mind puts them now.

The jersey shorts he wears for exercising are getting tight under his hand, but he leaves them on, and pretends they're part of a costume. His costume, not quite the same as the Beetle's but obviously connected - something befitting a sidekick. Maybe they'd be in a hurry, rushing from one heroic rescue to another, with the adrenalin running high and no time to undress, and the Beetle would just...just touch him, just like that. Teddy strokes himself slow and firm, and flattens his palm, trying to make it feel broader than it is.

Teddy's knowledge of sex comes from one stodgy health-class teacher and dirty jokes in the schoolyard; firsthand experience is reserved for those a good few notches cooler than him. He sort of gets the concept of a blowjob, anyway, and that's what he pictures next. Pictures himself, still in his fantasy costume, dropping to his knees and gazing right at that trademark scarab-shaped belt buckle. It's all a blurry mental picture - there's some ingrained sense of propriety that keeps him from getting too explicit - but it's good anyway. While his left hand keeps working his cock through his shorts, his right comes up to the pillow beside his cheek, and he sucks two fingers into his mouth and groans. It's almost too much to imagine - the Beetle's hands in his hair, the sound of his breathing going fast, just the way Teddy's is now.

Maybe he'd be - he'd be pleased, Teddy thinks. He can hear that warm voice saying That's good, Ted. Just like that, and the thought makes him moan around his fingers, sucking harder. He can't believe he's imagining this - what would people think if they knew? - but it's too good to stop now. Soon impatience gets the better of him and he shoves the waistband of his shorts down, taking himself in hand and jerking his cock desperately. All the while, it's the Beetle's imagined voice in his head, urging him on, murmuring praise and encouragements.

You're doing great, Ted, he'd say, and Teddy steals one more glance up at his poster and comes with a shout.

It leaves him shaky and breathless, and he pants hard into the pillowcase. While his head clears, he wipes his hand on his shirt and strips it off; he'll wash that himself before he'll put himself through the embarrassment of tossing it in with the rest of the laundry. The warmth of the room is more comfortable like that anyway, and he lingers on the bed, draping an arm across his eyes.

When he eventually looks up again, the Beetle is still standing there, still posing heroically, still wearing that bold smile. Teddy gazes up at him. He smiles back.

Then he rolls out of bed, sets himself up on the floor, and vows not to quit till the push-ups get easy. After all, pool or no pool, he wants to be stronger.

Just in case.



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