The Little Damn List Isn't Sure About This One.
I blame doctorv entirely for this.
For the prompt table, for betaing, and for the Big Damn List subject line that I have appropriated.
I can't, unfortunately, blame Doc for the story. That's all me. Except the betaing, which was, again, Doc.
Title: Linens
Author: phoenixfire_lia
Rating: PG
Pairing: Booster/Beetle; Bea, Tora, mentions of Guy
Prompt: For the random_30. 2: Blanket Fort.
Summary: Sometimes, you just have to take time out and sit in a blanket fort.
Notes: See above.
It was there when they walked in.
Right there, in the middle of the Embassy meeting room, constructed out of chairs and a stack of books and one end of the conference table and blankets. Every blanket from the Embassy dorms had to have been involved in the complicated construction of the structure. It was huge, with possibly turrets and maybe something that looked like a blanket buttress. The whole thing was held together with nothing more than sheer willpower and perhaps a few safety pins.
Booster and Beetle stared at it for a good five minutes, not speaking, not moving, just staring at it in awe.
"...Who do you think..." Booster started to say.
Beetle frowned. "When was the last time Guy hit his head?"
"This morning. Nice Guy offered to help Bea paint her nails."
Walking around the perimeter of the fort, Beetle gave it the sort of thorough investigation more fitting of Batman or perhaps Ralph. "This had to be his handiwork. Nobody else here would build a blanket fort."
"...I kind of want to go in it," Booster admitted.
"Yeah, me too."
They crawled inside, finding that due to its unique construction, the fort wasn't as big on the inside as it was on the outside. Ted would have made a joke, but he wasn't sure how up on British television Booster was. It was dark inside, with the blankets completely blocking out the overhead lights. It undoubtedly would have been less dark if someone with a power ring were sitting inside it.
Booster shifted, trying to make himself more comfortable, and inadvertantly whacked Beetle in the face. "Sorry!"
"That was my nose," he groaned.
"I said I was sorry," Booster pouted.
Beetle rubbed his nose and sighed. "It's okay. So I'm thinking this fort isn't as cool as previously advertised. Cramped, dark, and it smells like Guy's socks in here."
"Yeah. Maybe we should get out." Booster crawled around in the dark for a few moments. "Uh, Ted?"
"Yeah?"
"This is going to sound stupid, but I can't find the way out. I just keep bumping into chairs."
Beetle groaned. "Oh, for the love of..."
There was a few minutes of silence and Beetle fumbling around and cursing softly under his breath. Booster sat patiently, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. He could almost make out Beetle's silhouette, dark against darkness.
"Can't find it either?"
"Shut up, I'll find it, just give me a minute. I mean, it can't be that hard, it's a blanket fort, for crying out loud. I built them all the time when I was a kid," Beetle retorted. "Of course, they were never this elaborate. Or used this many sheets. Do you want to maybe help?"
"Nah, it's more fun watching you fumble around looking. Besides, if we get desperate, we just stand up, right? Look, I'll solve this right now." Booster stood up and smacked his head on the conference table. Stars exploded behind his vision, white and yellow, exploding like chrysanthemum fireworks.
"Concussion?"
"Maybe just a little one."
Beetle crawled over and pulled off one glove, reaching up into Booster's hair to check for blood. It had been that loud of a crack that he'd honestly thought the other man had split his skull open. "Well, it doesn't feel like you broke anything. You're going to have one hell of a lump later, though, I'll tell you that much."
Booster didn't say anything, just whimpered with pain and leaned into Beetle's touch. It smarted to feel him prodding his head like that, but he couldn't resist the feeling of his hand in his hair. Without thinking, he leaned forward, and cracked Beetle in the skull.
"Ow! What is with you and hitting me today?" Beetle hollered, rubbing his forehead.
"I was trying to kiss you! Not my fault I can't see in the dark!"
"Well, what the hell were you trying to kiss me for? Weird future man." Beetle got quiet for a minute. "Everybody knows that if you're going to kiss someone in the dark, you've got to do it like this."
He traced his bare hand down from Booster's head, brushing his temple, his cheekbone, before curling his fingers around his jaw. He pressed his thumb against the corner of Booster's mouth and fit his own mouth against it, angling his head in the dark, using his hand to guide his trajectory. Booster whined softly and kissed back slowly, distracted by the throbbing of his head. Beetle shifted closer, carefully, his still-gloved hand threading into Booster's hair.
"Ted..." Booster mumbled thickly, not quite separated from the kiss yet.
Beetle leaned in again. "Just shut up for a couple of minutes, okay?"
This was, in Booster's opinion, a fine idea. He slid one hand under the hem of Beetle's uniform, touching the small of his back with one gloved hand, the other on the back of his neck. Beetle leaned back until Booster felt his knuckles brushing the ground, their kisses getting deeper and hotter. Booster slid his hand around Beetle's middle, peeling back the hem of his top.
"...I'm pretty sure I heard them come in here," Tora murmured, walking into the conference room with Bea, who was still blowing on her nails to dry the polish. The two of them stopped short when they caught sight of the linen castle draped out in front of them.
"What the hell? Where did this...Booster! Beetle! Are you two responsible for this mess?"
There was no answer.
Bea rolled her eyes, blew on her nails one more time, then walked over to the mess. She grabbed two fistfuls of blanket and pulled, like Zatanna doing one of her conjuring tricks. The castle disappeared, leaving a ring of chairs, a scattered tower of books, the conference table, and a disheveled Beetle and Booster sitting in the middle of it all, goggles crooked and looking incredibly guilty about something.
"What are you two doing?"
They looked at one another and blushed. "Nothing..."
Bea sighed disgustedly. "Like children, all of you. Come on, Tora, let's go find where these belong."
Beetle and Booster waited until they were out of the room, still sitting on the floor in the ring of chairs, hair mussed and goggles crooked. They slowly turned to one another, grinning identical madcap grins.
"Hey Ted?"
"Yeah?"
"...You wanna go build another one? Maybe...uh...in my room?"
"I'll go get the sheets from Bea."
For the prompt table, for betaing, and for the Big Damn List subject line that I have appropriated.
I can't, unfortunately, blame Doc for the story. That's all me. Except the betaing, which was, again, Doc.
Title: Linens
Author: phoenixfire_lia
Rating: PG
Pairing: Booster/Beetle; Bea, Tora, mentions of Guy
Prompt: For the random_30. 2: Blanket Fort.
Summary: Sometimes, you just have to take time out and sit in a blanket fort.
Notes: See above.
It was there when they walked in.
Right there, in the middle of the Embassy meeting room, constructed out of chairs and a stack of books and one end of the conference table and blankets. Every blanket from the Embassy dorms had to have been involved in the complicated construction of the structure. It was huge, with possibly turrets and maybe something that looked like a blanket buttress. The whole thing was held together with nothing more than sheer willpower and perhaps a few safety pins.
Booster and Beetle stared at it for a good five minutes, not speaking, not moving, just staring at it in awe.
"...Who do you think..." Booster started to say.
Beetle frowned. "When was the last time Guy hit his head?"
"This morning. Nice Guy offered to help Bea paint her nails."
Walking around the perimeter of the fort, Beetle gave it the sort of thorough investigation more fitting of Batman or perhaps Ralph. "This had to be his handiwork. Nobody else here would build a blanket fort."
"...I kind of want to go in it," Booster admitted.
"Yeah, me too."
They crawled inside, finding that due to its unique construction, the fort wasn't as big on the inside as it was on the outside. Ted would have made a joke, but he wasn't sure how up on British television Booster was. It was dark inside, with the blankets completely blocking out the overhead lights. It undoubtedly would have been less dark if someone with a power ring were sitting inside it.
Booster shifted, trying to make himself more comfortable, and inadvertantly whacked Beetle in the face. "Sorry!"
"That was my nose," he groaned.
"I said I was sorry," Booster pouted.
Beetle rubbed his nose and sighed. "It's okay. So I'm thinking this fort isn't as cool as previously advertised. Cramped, dark, and it smells like Guy's socks in here."
"Yeah. Maybe we should get out." Booster crawled around in the dark for a few moments. "Uh, Ted?"
"Yeah?"
"This is going to sound stupid, but I can't find the way out. I just keep bumping into chairs."
Beetle groaned. "Oh, for the love of..."
There was a few minutes of silence and Beetle fumbling around and cursing softly under his breath. Booster sat patiently, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. He could almost make out Beetle's silhouette, dark against darkness.
"Can't find it either?"
"Shut up, I'll find it, just give me a minute. I mean, it can't be that hard, it's a blanket fort, for crying out loud. I built them all the time when I was a kid," Beetle retorted. "Of course, they were never this elaborate. Or used this many sheets. Do you want to maybe help?"
"Nah, it's more fun watching you fumble around looking. Besides, if we get desperate, we just stand up, right? Look, I'll solve this right now." Booster stood up and smacked his head on the conference table. Stars exploded behind his vision, white and yellow, exploding like chrysanthemum fireworks.
"Concussion?"
"Maybe just a little one."
Beetle crawled over and pulled off one glove, reaching up into Booster's hair to check for blood. It had been that loud of a crack that he'd honestly thought the other man had split his skull open. "Well, it doesn't feel like you broke anything. You're going to have one hell of a lump later, though, I'll tell you that much."
Booster didn't say anything, just whimpered with pain and leaned into Beetle's touch. It smarted to feel him prodding his head like that, but he couldn't resist the feeling of his hand in his hair. Without thinking, he leaned forward, and cracked Beetle in the skull.
"Ow! What is with you and hitting me today?" Beetle hollered, rubbing his forehead.
"I was trying to kiss you! Not my fault I can't see in the dark!"
"Well, what the hell were you trying to kiss me for? Weird future man." Beetle got quiet for a minute. "Everybody knows that if you're going to kiss someone in the dark, you've got to do it like this."
He traced his bare hand down from Booster's head, brushing his temple, his cheekbone, before curling his fingers around his jaw. He pressed his thumb against the corner of Booster's mouth and fit his own mouth against it, angling his head in the dark, using his hand to guide his trajectory. Booster whined softly and kissed back slowly, distracted by the throbbing of his head. Beetle shifted closer, carefully, his still-gloved hand threading into Booster's hair.
"Ted..." Booster mumbled thickly, not quite separated from the kiss yet.
Beetle leaned in again. "Just shut up for a couple of minutes, okay?"
This was, in Booster's opinion, a fine idea. He slid one hand under the hem of Beetle's uniform, touching the small of his back with one gloved hand, the other on the back of his neck. Beetle leaned back until Booster felt his knuckles brushing the ground, their kisses getting deeper and hotter. Booster slid his hand around Beetle's middle, peeling back the hem of his top.
"...I'm pretty sure I heard them come in here," Tora murmured, walking into the conference room with Bea, who was still blowing on her nails to dry the polish. The two of them stopped short when they caught sight of the linen castle draped out in front of them.
"What the hell? Where did this...Booster! Beetle! Are you two responsible for this mess?"
There was no answer.
Bea rolled her eyes, blew on her nails one more time, then walked over to the mess. She grabbed two fistfuls of blanket and pulled, like Zatanna doing one of her conjuring tricks. The castle disappeared, leaving a ring of chairs, a scattered tower of books, the conference table, and a disheveled Beetle and Booster sitting in the middle of it all, goggles crooked and looking incredibly guilty about something.
"What are you two doing?"
They looked at one another and blushed. "Nothing..."
Bea sighed disgustedly. "Like children, all of you. Come on, Tora, let's go find where these belong."
Beetle and Booster waited until they were out of the room, still sitting on the floor in the ring of chairs, hair mussed and goggles crooked. They slowly turned to one another, grinning identical madcap grins.
"Hey Ted?"
"Yeah?"
"...You wanna go build another one? Maybe...uh...in my room?"
"I'll go get the sheets from Bea."