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Title: Not Touching
Fandom: Justice League
Characters: Booster/Beetle
Prompt: "Air."
Word Count: 1115
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: When I sat down to the computer today, I did not intend to write smut. Actually, I thought I would go take a nap. Then I got to talking to phoenixfire_lia and we decided that the "I'm Not Touching You" game would be a favorite of Booster and Beetle and she suggested they had probably adapted it for the bedroom.
...
Naturally I immediately pictured it and she demanded fic and somehow I instantly had fic written. Seriously, it just flowed from my fingertips, while phoenixfire_lia sort of cheerleaded. Anyway! Boostle smut.
(WOW what an incredibly unimaginative title! *headdesk*)
Not Touching
Ted froze, going cross-eyed as a finger suddenly appeared in front of his nose. Looking past the finger, he could see Booster smirking at him.
"I'm not touching you."
An answering smirk graced his lips. So he was playing that game. Well two could play.
Side-stepping and pivoting on one foot, Ted's hand shot out to jab a finger at the air just above Booster's shoulder.
"I'm not touching you," he replied.
Booster shrugged his shoulders purposely and Ted had to move his hand to continue not touching the man. Then Booster suddenly rushed at him, hands meeting the wall on either side on Ted's head. Though essentially pinning him, their bodies still remained a small distance apart.
Leaning in even closer, Booster breathed against Ted's ear, "Not touching you."
Quirking an eyebrow, Ted reached up to unbutton his shirt. With Booster's attention momentarily on the line of skin slowly being exposed, Ted ducked under the man's arm and danced back a few feet, snickering.
Booster shot him a disgruntled look, that quickly gave way to amused interest when Ted let his shirt fall to the floor. He took a step forward, but Ted was faster, darting right up to him until they were almost nose to nose.
Licking his lips, Ted's eyes fell to Booster's mouth. He tilted his head, unmistakable prelude to a kiss.
"Not touching you," he whispered, breath stroking Booster's lips.
Booster raised his hand to cup the air beside Ted's cheek, eyes falling closed as he took a deep breath. The hand stroked just above the line of Ted's neck, shoulder, arm, before falling to Booster's side. Eyes still closed, Booster yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, the movements vibrating through the air to impact against Ted's chest.
Slowly opening his eyes, Booster smirked at him and leaned so close that Ted had to take a step back. Then again. And again. Until Ted could feel the bed against the back of his legs. Still Booster leaned closer and Ted ended up almost bent backwards, muscles tightening to keep him from falling over.
Booster mimed a nuzzle against Ted's chest, tongue darting out to tease the air above a nipple.
Smugly, he met Ted's eyes and said, "Not touching you."
Ted fell back on the bed, bouncing a little, his legs shooting out on either side of Booster to avoid touching him. Booster followed close behind, pouncing on top of him.
Shuffling backwards up the bed, Ted popped the button on his jeans and slowly lowered the zipper. With Booster's knees framing his hips, it took some creative shimmying to remove them and still avoid contact, and Booster didn't seem inclined to do anything but watch.
Jeans finally removed and disappearing among the bedclothes, Ted slid his arms back to push himself up. Arching his back until he could feel the heat radiating off Booster warming his chest, he grinned and murmured, "Not touching you."
Groaning deep in the back of his throat, Booster shifted until he could shove at his own pants. He growled irritably when he got a foot caught, but managed to shake them off.
Then he was swooping down to hover over Ted's leaking erection. The look on his face was devious as he ducked his head.
Ted's breath caught as he watched the blonde head lowering slowly.
Then Booster stopped, inhaling deeply. When he exhaled, the words and air gushed out to swirl around Ted's cock.
"Not touching you."
Ted slumped back with a faint whimper. His skin tingled and he shivered.
Hands flying up, they danced over the air around Booster's body, smoothing over the air above his broad back, skimming just on the peripheral of body hair. Then a wide smirk stretched over his face.
Sliding a hand down his own body, touching but only just barely, Ted lightly ran his fingers over his dick. Booster watched, riveted by the display, then met Ted's eyes.
Thumb brushing over the head, Ted slowly raised his hand, gaze never leaving Booster, and licked the moisture from it.
"Not touching you."
Booster narrowed his eyes, breath quickening as Ted's hand lowered again. This time the nimble fingers curled around Ted's cock and gave it a slow, leisurely pull.
Hissing out a breath, Booster lunged upward, hands slamming down on the bed to either side of Ted's head. Fingers digging into the bedclothes as he fought the urge to give in and touch, Booster lowered his head to exhale against Ted's ear. Then his neck. Then his chest. Warm puffs of moist air dropping like phantom kisses on the man's skin.
"Not touching, not touching, not touching," Booster whispered.
Ted tilted his head back with a moan, hand moving faster as he offered up his throat. His legs fell open and Booster quickly shifted to crouch between them.
"Nngh, not--Touch yourself," Ted gasped, pleading. "Touch yourself, Booster."
It took a moment for the meaning of his words to filter through Booster's brain. Sitting up, he dragged his eyes over the length of Ted's body, flushed and damp with sweat, cock hard and leaking as the man's hand slid over its length. Precome had smeared over Ted's stomach and Booster licked his lips, desire flooding through him.
Booster wanted nothing more than to touch him. Touch and touch and lick and nibble and rub and touch touch touchtouchtouch....
His own hand on his dick made him cry out in oversensitized surprise, then he was pumping in time to Ted's strokes.
"Not touching you," Ted growled, sounding more like he was reminding himself than speaking to Booster.
There was no sound then except harsh breathing and flesh against flesh. Eyes locked, their battle of wills continued, racing ever quicker toward a finish line.
Then Ted gasped, eyes rolling back as the pleasure blazed through his nerves, building and pooling in his groin. Suddenly Booster was on him, mouth seeking his and kissing with sloppy desperation, hands touching touching touching every inch of skin he could reach. Their cocks lined up and they were overwhelmed with the abrupt infusion of so much sensation.
Bodies locked together in a tensed, straining jigsaw of limbs, they spiraled toward completion together.
Hands stroked over shuddering skin, muscles slowly relaxed, and they slumped against each other, sinking down in the bed. Rapid puffs of breath mingled together, no longer teasing.
Slowly, touching, they settled into a contented silence.
Then Ted muttered, "I won."
It was several moments later before Booster mumbled into his hair, "I think we both won."
Mouth stretching into a tired smirk, Ted slid his fingers over Booster's sweaty hip. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."
Fandom: Justice League
Characters: Booster/Beetle
Prompt: "Air."
Word Count: 1115
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: When I sat down to the computer today, I did not intend to write smut. Actually, I thought I would go take a nap. Then I got to talking to phoenixfire_lia and we decided that the "I'm Not Touching You" game would be a favorite of Booster and Beetle and she suggested they had probably adapted it for the bedroom.
...
Naturally I immediately pictured it and she demanded fic and somehow I instantly had fic written. Seriously, it just flowed from my fingertips, while phoenixfire_lia sort of cheerleaded. Anyway! Boostle smut.
(WOW what an incredibly unimaginative title! *headdesk*)
Not Touching
Ted froze, going cross-eyed as a finger suddenly appeared in front of his nose. Looking past the finger, he could see Booster smirking at him.
"I'm not touching you."
An answering smirk graced his lips. So he was playing that game. Well two could play.
Side-stepping and pivoting on one foot, Ted's hand shot out to jab a finger at the air just above Booster's shoulder.
"I'm not touching you," he replied.
Booster shrugged his shoulders purposely and Ted had to move his hand to continue not touching the man. Then Booster suddenly rushed at him, hands meeting the wall on either side on Ted's head. Though essentially pinning him, their bodies still remained a small distance apart.
Leaning in even closer, Booster breathed against Ted's ear, "Not touching you."
Quirking an eyebrow, Ted reached up to unbutton his shirt. With Booster's attention momentarily on the line of skin slowly being exposed, Ted ducked under the man's arm and danced back a few feet, snickering.
Booster shot him a disgruntled look, that quickly gave way to amused interest when Ted let his shirt fall to the floor. He took a step forward, but Ted was faster, darting right up to him until they were almost nose to nose.
Licking his lips, Ted's eyes fell to Booster's mouth. He tilted his head, unmistakable prelude to a kiss.
"Not touching you," he whispered, breath stroking Booster's lips.
Booster raised his hand to cup the air beside Ted's cheek, eyes falling closed as he took a deep breath. The hand stroked just above the line of Ted's neck, shoulder, arm, before falling to Booster's side. Eyes still closed, Booster yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, the movements vibrating through the air to impact against Ted's chest.
Slowly opening his eyes, Booster smirked at him and leaned so close that Ted had to take a step back. Then again. And again. Until Ted could feel the bed against the back of his legs. Still Booster leaned closer and Ted ended up almost bent backwards, muscles tightening to keep him from falling over.
Booster mimed a nuzzle against Ted's chest, tongue darting out to tease the air above a nipple.
Smugly, he met Ted's eyes and said, "Not touching you."
Ted fell back on the bed, bouncing a little, his legs shooting out on either side of Booster to avoid touching him. Booster followed close behind, pouncing on top of him.
Shuffling backwards up the bed, Ted popped the button on his jeans and slowly lowered the zipper. With Booster's knees framing his hips, it took some creative shimmying to remove them and still avoid contact, and Booster didn't seem inclined to do anything but watch.
Jeans finally removed and disappearing among the bedclothes, Ted slid his arms back to push himself up. Arching his back until he could feel the heat radiating off Booster warming his chest, he grinned and murmured, "Not touching you."
Groaning deep in the back of his throat, Booster shifted until he could shove at his own pants. He growled irritably when he got a foot caught, but managed to shake them off.
Then he was swooping down to hover over Ted's leaking erection. The look on his face was devious as he ducked his head.
Ted's breath caught as he watched the blonde head lowering slowly.
Then Booster stopped, inhaling deeply. When he exhaled, the words and air gushed out to swirl around Ted's cock.
"Not touching you."
Ted slumped back with a faint whimper. His skin tingled and he shivered.
Hands flying up, they danced over the air around Booster's body, smoothing over the air above his broad back, skimming just on the peripheral of body hair. Then a wide smirk stretched over his face.
Sliding a hand down his own body, touching but only just barely, Ted lightly ran his fingers over his dick. Booster watched, riveted by the display, then met Ted's eyes.
Thumb brushing over the head, Ted slowly raised his hand, gaze never leaving Booster, and licked the moisture from it.
"Not touching you."
Booster narrowed his eyes, breath quickening as Ted's hand lowered again. This time the nimble fingers curled around Ted's cock and gave it a slow, leisurely pull.
Hissing out a breath, Booster lunged upward, hands slamming down on the bed to either side of Ted's head. Fingers digging into the bedclothes as he fought the urge to give in and touch, Booster lowered his head to exhale against Ted's ear. Then his neck. Then his chest. Warm puffs of moist air dropping like phantom kisses on the man's skin.
"Not touching, not touching, not touching," Booster whispered.
Ted tilted his head back with a moan, hand moving faster as he offered up his throat. His legs fell open and Booster quickly shifted to crouch between them.
"Nngh, not--Touch yourself," Ted gasped, pleading. "Touch yourself, Booster."
It took a moment for the meaning of his words to filter through Booster's brain. Sitting up, he dragged his eyes over the length of Ted's body, flushed and damp with sweat, cock hard and leaking as the man's hand slid over its length. Precome had smeared over Ted's stomach and Booster licked his lips, desire flooding through him.
Booster wanted nothing more than to touch him. Touch and touch and lick and nibble and rub and touch touch touchtouchtouch....
His own hand on his dick made him cry out in oversensitized surprise, then he was pumping in time to Ted's strokes.
"Not touching you," Ted growled, sounding more like he was reminding himself than speaking to Booster.
There was no sound then except harsh breathing and flesh against flesh. Eyes locked, their battle of wills continued, racing ever quicker toward a finish line.
Then Ted gasped, eyes rolling back as the pleasure blazed through his nerves, building and pooling in his groin. Suddenly Booster was on him, mouth seeking his and kissing with sloppy desperation, hands touching touching touching every inch of skin he could reach. Their cocks lined up and they were overwhelmed with the abrupt infusion of so much sensation.
Bodies locked together in a tensed, straining jigsaw of limbs, they spiraled toward completion together.
Hands stroked over shuddering skin, muscles slowly relaxed, and they slumped against each other, sinking down in the bed. Rapid puffs of breath mingled together, no longer teasing.
Slowly, touching, they settled into a contented silence.
Then Ted muttered, "I won."
It was several moments later before Booster mumbled into his hair, "I think we both won."
Mouth stretching into a tired smirk, Ted slid his fingers over Booster's sweaty hip. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."