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Title: Taking Over Me
Fandom: Justice League
Characters: Booster/Beetle
Prompt: "Club."
Word Count: 1548
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: Based on my " Songs To Write Bondage To" post. Also, phoenixfire_lia wanted Ted-As-Instigator fic. And don't blame me for the lack of banter! Blame the noise pollution! By gum, it's three and a half pages worth of porn, be happy.
"Toxic" by Britney Spears. Scene-setting description: "Peppy, poppy, sensual undercurrent, pinned against a wall in a club with the music loud and the air humid and the thrill of possibly being caught."
Taking Over Me
The air was charged with the thrum of humanity packed in together, undulating in staccato light and dark to pounding music. Sweat and smoke hung wreaths around the ceiling, the humid heat a welcome relief from the chill outside. Glistening skin swayed and gyrated from every direction, barely clothed bodies on display and offered to any who wished to join the jumbled group invasion of personal space.
Distracted by the sight, the hands on his shirt took Booster by surprise. When he was spun around by the grip, back hitting the wall hard, he tensed instinctively, anticipating a fight. To his surprise, he found only Ted.
Strobe lights flashed across Ted's face, blue-yellow-pink-green in blinking succession, but his eyes stayed on Booster. His expression was hungry, his gaze penetrating. Booster was suddenly glad he had the wall to lean back against.
Ted's grip on Booster's shirt finally loosened and disappeared, only to clamp down over Booster's biceps. His hands squeezed tight, a silent message that he was in charge, that he could hold Booster there all night if he wanted. Booster swallowed and nodded acceptance.
Ted's grin, white slicing through the darkness to gleam predatory, was almost lost in a sudden, spinning blur of motion. Then Booster's back hit a wall again, the force of the impact shoving the breath from his lungs in a sharp gasp. The shadows were thicker there and a pillar beside him mostly blocked them from view of the rest of the room.
Leaning closer, chest pressed against Booster's, Ted teased at Booster's mouth with his tongue. When the lips parted, he shifted to the side to nip at Booster's earlobe.
"Turn around," he growled, one hand sliding down to grope at Booster's hip.
Booster's eyes widened and he inhaled a gasp. "Here?" he hissed. It might have been a protest if he hadn't been leaning into Ted's touch.
Ted's thumb pressed into the skin just above Booster's waistband, dipping below. Lips pressed to Booster's ear, when he growled again it vibrated into the man and out as a shiver. "Here, Booster. Now."
A pleather miniskirt swung into view, briefly, and Booster jumped at the sudden intrusion. Ted's fingers curled around the curve of his buttock while his other hand slid down his front to cup his dick through his tight jeans. Too tight to wear underwear, he had decided. The denim rubbed against sensitive skin.
The music segued into a thumping beat that kept time with Booster's heart, pounding against his back through the wall. He could barely hear his own harsh breathing but could feel Ted's puffing against his neck, damp and warm. The steady downward drag of his zipper registered as a slow release of pressure, then Ted's hot hand stoking and stroking the furnace between his legs.
Booster pressed his head back against the wall, squeezing his eyes shut with a whimper. It was consent, or close enough.
Removing his hand from Booster's erection, Ted turned him around before the man could protest. His hands gripped both Booster's hips and slowly slid the jeans down to reveal his tanned, muscled ass. One hand moved back up to cup it, stroke it, before pressing the full length of his body against Booster's.
"I'm going to open you up and fuck you right here," he rasped, chin tucked over Booster's shoulder so his words caressed the man's cheek. "Where anyone could see."
A full body shudder met his words, and Booster pressed his ass back against the bulge of Ted's pants. He wanted it. Wanted it so bad he could already feel the phantom sensation of fingers working inside him.
Then they were there for real. Thick, slick digits sliding into his ass, pumping steadily. Gasping, he pushed against them, welcoming the intrusion and silently begging for more.
He felt more than heard Ted's groan as the man released himself from his own pants. Hard flesh ground against his for a moment, then the fingers were gone. Ted was licking his neck, sucking bruises that would show for days.
Hands settled on Booster's hips again, squeezing hard, holding him in place. One slid down and he could feel Ted's cock against his ass, positioning himself. Then slowly, slowly entering him, giving Booster time to adjust.
Too slow. "Dammit, Ted, fuck me," Booster moaned.
Ted's lips brushed against the back of Booster's ear, tongue darting out to lick the outer shell. "Patience."
Booster pushed back and Ted's hands suddenly clamped down on his hips, hard and unyielding.
"Patience or I'll go slower," Ted growled.
Pressing his cheek against the clammy wall, Booster struggled to hold still. The pads of his fingers gripped and clung to the flat surface as multi-colored strobe lights flashed across his peripheral vision.
Ted's hands slid across Booster's front, stroking his chest through his shirt, pinching a nipple. Hooking his arms under Booster's, he gripped the man's shoulders and dropped his forehead between Booster's shoulder blades. Fully inside the man, Ted held himself still, breath panting from his open mouth. Once he thought he had regained enough control, he slowly slid out until only the head of his dick remained inside Booster.
He stopped again, adjusting his grip and relishing Booster's reaction.
Booster was a thrumming piano wire of anticipation. Then Ted thrust up in one smooth stroke, slicing a blazing spiderweb of pleasure through Booster's entire body.
Booster cried out and the music swallowed his voice, hiding it from the oblivious crowd. They danced on, entirely unaware that a few feet away he was losing his grip on reality, that his sole focus was narrowed down to the sudden jerking, pounding rhythm of Ted fucking him.
Letting go of one shoulder, Ted scraped his hand down the man's body to grasp Booster's hard, leaking cock. With another cry, Booster's hips shot forward. Then back, to meet Ted's next thrust. Biting his lip, Booster jolted back and forth, alternately stroking himself through Ted's hand and spearing himself on Ted's cock.
Their movements took on a frantic energy, losing their steady rhythm in the sharp snap of hips and hands. Music throbbing in the background, Ted's voice echoed filthy, affectionate promises in Booster's ear.
An arm flailed around the barrier of the pillar and Booster's heart jolted in his chest at the sudden possibility of discovery. It disappeared almost immediately, but the adrenaline flooding his system lingered, sparking over his nerves, rushing over his skin to heighten the sensation of Ted behind and around and in him.
Ted shifted and thrust and then thrust again because it made Booster jerk and shudder when he hit right there. Spine arching, Booster's head fell back to press against Ted's shoulder. His mouth fell open in a choked gasp, voice escaping him in a breathless whine.
"Yesss," Ted hissed in his ear, arm dropping to encircle Booster's chest, holding the man tight against his body. The movements of his other hand quickened as he sank his teeth into the juncture between neck and shoulder, sucking at the flushed, sweat-salty skin.
The shock of the sudden pain-pleasure of Ted's bite combined with the spiraling crescendo around his dick and the jabbing scrape of Ted inside him, tilting Booster over the edge. Hands clutched at the arm around him as his body seized, orgasm sweeping through him. Come splattered against the wall as he shook, clenching inside and dragging Ted with him into the freefall of release.
They stood there for a moment, leaning against each other, the only movement the rapid rise and fall of their chests as they caught their breaths. Then Booster leaned forward to slump against the wall, Ted resting his cheek against a shoulder blade. A moment later, Ted slowly slid out of him, pressing a kiss to the back of Booster's neck.
"Let's get out of here," he suggested, hands caressing Booster's sides as he lifted the warm weight of his body from Booster's back.
Booster mumbled an agreement, hoping Ted still had enough wits about him to get them out of there. His brain was still firing off little sparks of afterglow and he didn't trust his ability to walk a straight line, much less navigate.
Bending to pull up his pants, Booster suddenly felt a finger skim down the sweat slick on his back before sliding into his ass. He was still loose and lubricated and it penetrated easily, curling purposefully over his prostate.
A strangled cry escaped Booster's lips and he had to grab his thighs to keep from falling on his face. Then Ted was curving over his back and wrapping an arm around him again, finger still lazily stroking inside of Booster.
His breath tickled Booster's ear when he spoke, his voice a possessive growl.
"Let's get out of here and go home. I'm not done with you yet."
Somewhere far, far away, people danced, sweat mingling. The air filled with chaotic, swirling heat, a rushing tidal wave of humanity. Packed in tightly, the crowd undulated like a single restless being while brightly-colored light and dark flashed gibberish Morse code signals.
But even as the thumping beat of the music matched the pounding of Booster's heart, he was aware of nothing but his own body and Ted's behind him.
He was already home.
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Fandom: Justice League
Characters: Booster/Beetle
Prompt: "Club."
Word Count: 1548
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: Based on my " Songs To Write Bondage To" post. Also, phoenixfire_lia wanted Ted-As-Instigator fic. And don't blame me for the lack of banter! Blame the noise pollution! By gum, it's three and a half pages worth of porn, be happy.
"Toxic" by Britney Spears. Scene-setting description: "Peppy, poppy, sensual undercurrent, pinned against a wall in a club with the music loud and the air humid and the thrill of possibly being caught."
Taking Over Me
The air was charged with the thrum of humanity packed in together, undulating in staccato light and dark to pounding music. Sweat and smoke hung wreaths around the ceiling, the humid heat a welcome relief from the chill outside. Glistening skin swayed and gyrated from every direction, barely clothed bodies on display and offered to any who wished to join the jumbled group invasion of personal space.
Distracted by the sight, the hands on his shirt took Booster by surprise. When he was spun around by the grip, back hitting the wall hard, he tensed instinctively, anticipating a fight. To his surprise, he found only Ted.
Strobe lights flashed across Ted's face, blue-yellow-pink-green in blinking succession, but his eyes stayed on Booster. His expression was hungry, his gaze penetrating. Booster was suddenly glad he had the wall to lean back against.
Ted's grip on Booster's shirt finally loosened and disappeared, only to clamp down over Booster's biceps. His hands squeezed tight, a silent message that he was in charge, that he could hold Booster there all night if he wanted. Booster swallowed and nodded acceptance.
Ted's grin, white slicing through the darkness to gleam predatory, was almost lost in a sudden, spinning blur of motion. Then Booster's back hit a wall again, the force of the impact shoving the breath from his lungs in a sharp gasp. The shadows were thicker there and a pillar beside him mostly blocked them from view of the rest of the room.
Leaning closer, chest pressed against Booster's, Ted teased at Booster's mouth with his tongue. When the lips parted, he shifted to the side to nip at Booster's earlobe.
"Turn around," he growled, one hand sliding down to grope at Booster's hip.
Booster's eyes widened and he inhaled a gasp. "Here?" he hissed. It might have been a protest if he hadn't been leaning into Ted's touch.
Ted's thumb pressed into the skin just above Booster's waistband, dipping below. Lips pressed to Booster's ear, when he growled again it vibrated into the man and out as a shiver. "Here, Booster. Now."
A pleather miniskirt swung into view, briefly, and Booster jumped at the sudden intrusion. Ted's fingers curled around the curve of his buttock while his other hand slid down his front to cup his dick through his tight jeans. Too tight to wear underwear, he had decided. The denim rubbed against sensitive skin.
The music segued into a thumping beat that kept time with Booster's heart, pounding against his back through the wall. He could barely hear his own harsh breathing but could feel Ted's puffing against his neck, damp and warm. The steady downward drag of his zipper registered as a slow release of pressure, then Ted's hot hand stoking and stroking the furnace between his legs.
Booster pressed his head back against the wall, squeezing his eyes shut with a whimper. It was consent, or close enough.
Removing his hand from Booster's erection, Ted turned him around before the man could protest. His hands gripped both Booster's hips and slowly slid the jeans down to reveal his tanned, muscled ass. One hand moved back up to cup it, stroke it, before pressing the full length of his body against Booster's.
"I'm going to open you up and fuck you right here," he rasped, chin tucked over Booster's shoulder so his words caressed the man's cheek. "Where anyone could see."
A full body shudder met his words, and Booster pressed his ass back against the bulge of Ted's pants. He wanted it. Wanted it so bad he could already feel the phantom sensation of fingers working inside him.
Then they were there for real. Thick, slick digits sliding into his ass, pumping steadily. Gasping, he pushed against them, welcoming the intrusion and silently begging for more.
He felt more than heard Ted's groan as the man released himself from his own pants. Hard flesh ground against his for a moment, then the fingers were gone. Ted was licking his neck, sucking bruises that would show for days.
Hands settled on Booster's hips again, squeezing hard, holding him in place. One slid down and he could feel Ted's cock against his ass, positioning himself. Then slowly, slowly entering him, giving Booster time to adjust.
Too slow. "Dammit, Ted, fuck me," Booster moaned.
Ted's lips brushed against the back of Booster's ear, tongue darting out to lick the outer shell. "Patience."
Booster pushed back and Ted's hands suddenly clamped down on his hips, hard and unyielding.
"Patience or I'll go slower," Ted growled.
Pressing his cheek against the clammy wall, Booster struggled to hold still. The pads of his fingers gripped and clung to the flat surface as multi-colored strobe lights flashed across his peripheral vision.
Ted's hands slid across Booster's front, stroking his chest through his shirt, pinching a nipple. Hooking his arms under Booster's, he gripped the man's shoulders and dropped his forehead between Booster's shoulder blades. Fully inside the man, Ted held himself still, breath panting from his open mouth. Once he thought he had regained enough control, he slowly slid out until only the head of his dick remained inside Booster.
He stopped again, adjusting his grip and relishing Booster's reaction.
Booster was a thrumming piano wire of anticipation. Then Ted thrust up in one smooth stroke, slicing a blazing spiderweb of pleasure through Booster's entire body.
Booster cried out and the music swallowed his voice, hiding it from the oblivious crowd. They danced on, entirely unaware that a few feet away he was losing his grip on reality, that his sole focus was narrowed down to the sudden jerking, pounding rhythm of Ted fucking him.
Letting go of one shoulder, Ted scraped his hand down the man's body to grasp Booster's hard, leaking cock. With another cry, Booster's hips shot forward. Then back, to meet Ted's next thrust. Biting his lip, Booster jolted back and forth, alternately stroking himself through Ted's hand and spearing himself on Ted's cock.
Their movements took on a frantic energy, losing their steady rhythm in the sharp snap of hips and hands. Music throbbing in the background, Ted's voice echoed filthy, affectionate promises in Booster's ear.
An arm flailed around the barrier of the pillar and Booster's heart jolted in his chest at the sudden possibility of discovery. It disappeared almost immediately, but the adrenaline flooding his system lingered, sparking over his nerves, rushing over his skin to heighten the sensation of Ted behind and around and in him.
Ted shifted and thrust and then thrust again because it made Booster jerk and shudder when he hit right there. Spine arching, Booster's head fell back to press against Ted's shoulder. His mouth fell open in a choked gasp, voice escaping him in a breathless whine.
"Yesss," Ted hissed in his ear, arm dropping to encircle Booster's chest, holding the man tight against his body. The movements of his other hand quickened as he sank his teeth into the juncture between neck and shoulder, sucking at the flushed, sweat-salty skin.
The shock of the sudden pain-pleasure of Ted's bite combined with the spiraling crescendo around his dick and the jabbing scrape of Ted inside him, tilting Booster over the edge. Hands clutched at the arm around him as his body seized, orgasm sweeping through him. Come splattered against the wall as he shook, clenching inside and dragging Ted with him into the freefall of release.
They stood there for a moment, leaning against each other, the only movement the rapid rise and fall of their chests as they caught their breaths. Then Booster leaned forward to slump against the wall, Ted resting his cheek against a shoulder blade. A moment later, Ted slowly slid out of him, pressing a kiss to the back of Booster's neck.
"Let's get out of here," he suggested, hands caressing Booster's sides as he lifted the warm weight of his body from Booster's back.
Booster mumbled an agreement, hoping Ted still had enough wits about him to get them out of there. His brain was still firing off little sparks of afterglow and he didn't trust his ability to walk a straight line, much less navigate.
Bending to pull up his pants, Booster suddenly felt a finger skim down the sweat slick on his back before sliding into his ass. He was still loose and lubricated and it penetrated easily, curling purposefully over his prostate.
A strangled cry escaped Booster's lips and he had to grab his thighs to keep from falling on his face. Then Ted was curving over his back and wrapping an arm around him again, finger still lazily stroking inside of Booster.
His breath tickled Booster's ear when he spoke, his voice a possessive growl.
"Let's get out of here and go home. I'm not done with you yet."
Somewhere far, far away, people danced, sweat mingling. The air filled with chaotic, swirling heat, a rushing tidal wave of humanity. Packed in tightly, the crowd undulated like a single restless being while brightly-colored light and dark flashed gibberish Morse code signals.
But even as the thumping beat of the music matched the pounding of Booster's heart, he was aware of nothing but his own body and Ted's behind him.
He was already home.
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