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Title: A Gay Ol' Time
Fandom: Justice League
Characters: Booster/Beetle
Prompt: "He."
Word Count: 764
Rating: PG-13?
Author's Notes: phoenixfire_lia was bummed and I offered to fic for her. She asked for light and fluffy with a waffle cone and rainbow jimmies. So I wrote this. ...wonderfish watched.
(Then I forgot about it for a month. Whoops!)
A Gay Ol' Time
Sparkling confetti rains down on them and catches in Booster's hair. Ted smirks as Booster leans over and shakes his head, then removes his cap and brushes the confetti off with a sense of smug superiority.
Booster catches his smirk and, annoyed, flicks the hat off as soon as Ted settles it back on his head. "It's not my fault I didn't think to bring a really ugly hat."
"It's not ugly!" Ted protests.
"Ted, even the people in the parade are giving you dirty looks. It's ugly."
Rolling his eyes, Ted stuffs the hat in his back pocket and throws Booster a sulky look. "We're supposed to be undercover," he grumbles.
"We are," Booster says, glancing over the crowd. "And I doubt anyone would've noticed if we had shown up in goggles and spandex."
"Ooh, kinky!" a nearby voice pipes up, but when Ted turns to look, he can't find the speaker. He shuffles a few inches closer to Booster.
"Why couldn't we be the ones watching from the roof?" Ted laments with a sigh.
"Because Ralph and Sue are married and neither can really pass as a drag queen--"
"How do we know! Has Ralph ever tried?"
"Do you really want to know?" Booster asks, raising an eyebrow.
Ted grimaces. "Nevermind."
"And anyway, Bea is babysitting Mary," Booster concludes. He pauses a moment, then adds, "She has Mary convinced it's early Mardi Gras or something."
"What about Max?" Ted tries. Booster gives him an incredulous look and Ted hunches his shoulders. "Okay fine, not Max. But why us?"
Turning away from him to watch a float pass by, Booster mumbles something. Ted frowns at him suspiciously.
"What was that?"
"We were first choice because we were most likely to pass. You see what happens when you miss team meetings?"
One of the men on the float starts tossing condoms into the crowd and one of the foil squares hits the side of Ted's head. He barely notices. "'Pass'? Pass?! Dammit, we're not--"
Booster claps a hand over his mouth and grins tightly. "Your idea of undercover sucks, Ted. Shut up."
Before he can either stifle the urge or even think it over, Ted sticks his tongue out and licks Booster's palm. Booster yanks his hand back and gives him a surprised, disgusted look. "That's what passes as mature now?"
Ted grimaces. Booster's hand was salty with sweat and the taste is lingering in his mouth. "Oh yeah. I've won many a business negotiation with that tactic."
Snorting, Booster grins at him. He throws an arm around Ted's shoulders and pulls him close, hugging him to his side. Leaning over to nudge Ted's hair with his nose, Booster mutters in his ear, "Spotted our targets, by the way."
Goosebumps rise on Ted's arms at the sudden sensation of Booster's warm breath on his ear. "Um?"
Booster turns slightly, taking Ted with him, then runs a hand over Ted's jaw. Tilting the man's head as if to prepare him for a kiss, Booster darts his eyes to the side and gives Ted a pointed look. A little overwhelmed, Ted almost doesn't look. But when he does, he groans.
"No."
With a smirk, Booster replies, "Yes."
"We're here because of Captain Stingaree and The Cavalier?"
Booster presses his face to the top of Ted's hair, quivering with laughter. "Yep."
"Please tell me this is just a bad joke."
"No can do, buddy," Booster snickers.
"Booster, that drag queen over there could take them out," Ted protests, pointing.
Following Ted's hand, Booster looks thoughtful. "Well, she does look like she used to play football."
Ted smacks his forehead and grimaces. "That's not the point."
"At least she could've shaved," Booster continues in a mumble.
"Booster, you're paying more attention to the drag queen than to our supposed targets," Ted points out.
Booster shrugs and gives Ted's shoulders a one-armed squeeze. "Their swords are peace-bonded. They're probably just here to see the parade and show their support."
Slumping against him, Ted sighs. "Great, an afternoon wasted."
"I wouldn't say wasted," Booster says, grinning as he wiggles a foil square in front of Ted's face. "Free condoms!"
Ted stares up at him, then shakes his head, snickering. "Fine, an afternoon of watching unshaved drag queens and getting free condoms. By our standards, a success."
"Max'll be happy."
Ted chuckles at that, watching a giant rainbow made of feather boas pass. "He'll be downright gay."
Shifting to settle an arm around Booster's waist, Ted leans his head on the man's shoulder. Maybe a successful outing, after all.
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Fandom: Justice League
Characters: Booster/Beetle
Prompt: "He."
Word Count: 764
Rating: PG-13?
Author's Notes: phoenixfire_lia was bummed and I offered to fic for her. She asked for light and fluffy with a waffle cone and rainbow jimmies. So I wrote this. ...wonderfish watched.
(Then I forgot about it for a month. Whoops!)
A Gay Ol' Time
Sparkling confetti rains down on them and catches in Booster's hair. Ted smirks as Booster leans over and shakes his head, then removes his cap and brushes the confetti off with a sense of smug superiority.
Booster catches his smirk and, annoyed, flicks the hat off as soon as Ted settles it back on his head. "It's not my fault I didn't think to bring a really ugly hat."
"It's not ugly!" Ted protests.
"Ted, even the people in the parade are giving you dirty looks. It's ugly."
Rolling his eyes, Ted stuffs the hat in his back pocket and throws Booster a sulky look. "We're supposed to be undercover," he grumbles.
"We are," Booster says, glancing over the crowd. "And I doubt anyone would've noticed if we had shown up in goggles and spandex."
"Ooh, kinky!" a nearby voice pipes up, but when Ted turns to look, he can't find the speaker. He shuffles a few inches closer to Booster.
"Why couldn't we be the ones watching from the roof?" Ted laments with a sigh.
"Because Ralph and Sue are married and neither can really pass as a drag queen--"
"How do we know! Has Ralph ever tried?"
"Do you really want to know?" Booster asks, raising an eyebrow.
Ted grimaces. "Nevermind."
"And anyway, Bea is babysitting Mary," Booster concludes. He pauses a moment, then adds, "She has Mary convinced it's early Mardi Gras or something."
"What about Max?" Ted tries. Booster gives him an incredulous look and Ted hunches his shoulders. "Okay fine, not Max. But why us?"
Turning away from him to watch a float pass by, Booster mumbles something. Ted frowns at him suspiciously.
"What was that?"
"We were first choice because we were most likely to pass. You see what happens when you miss team meetings?"
One of the men on the float starts tossing condoms into the crowd and one of the foil squares hits the side of Ted's head. He barely notices. "'Pass'? Pass?! Dammit, we're not--"
Booster claps a hand over his mouth and grins tightly. "Your idea of undercover sucks, Ted. Shut up."
Before he can either stifle the urge or even think it over, Ted sticks his tongue out and licks Booster's palm. Booster yanks his hand back and gives him a surprised, disgusted look. "That's what passes as mature now?"
Ted grimaces. Booster's hand was salty with sweat and the taste is lingering in his mouth. "Oh yeah. I've won many a business negotiation with that tactic."
Snorting, Booster grins at him. He throws an arm around Ted's shoulders and pulls him close, hugging him to his side. Leaning over to nudge Ted's hair with his nose, Booster mutters in his ear, "Spotted our targets, by the way."
Goosebumps rise on Ted's arms at the sudden sensation of Booster's warm breath on his ear. "Um?"
Booster turns slightly, taking Ted with him, then runs a hand over Ted's jaw. Tilting the man's head as if to prepare him for a kiss, Booster darts his eyes to the side and gives Ted a pointed look. A little overwhelmed, Ted almost doesn't look. But when he does, he groans.
"No."
With a smirk, Booster replies, "Yes."
"We're here because of Captain Stingaree and The Cavalier?"
Booster presses his face to the top of Ted's hair, quivering with laughter. "Yep."
"Please tell me this is just a bad joke."
"No can do, buddy," Booster snickers.
"Booster, that drag queen over there could take them out," Ted protests, pointing.
Following Ted's hand, Booster looks thoughtful. "Well, she does look like she used to play football."
Ted smacks his forehead and grimaces. "That's not the point."
"At least she could've shaved," Booster continues in a mumble.
"Booster, you're paying more attention to the drag queen than to our supposed targets," Ted points out.
Booster shrugs and gives Ted's shoulders a one-armed squeeze. "Their swords are peace-bonded. They're probably just here to see the parade and show their support."
Slumping against him, Ted sighs. "Great, an afternoon wasted."
"I wouldn't say wasted," Booster says, grinning as he wiggles a foil square in front of Ted's face. "Free condoms!"
Ted stares up at him, then shakes his head, snickering. "Fine, an afternoon of watching unshaved drag queens and getting free condoms. By our standards, a success."
"Max'll be happy."
Ted chuckles at that, watching a giant rainbow made of feather boas pass. "He'll be downright gay."
Shifting to settle an arm around Booster's waist, Ted leans his head on the man's shoulder. Maybe a successful outing, after all.
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