Fanfic: Reposting my Boostlethon entry for the hell of it. Evil Boostle ahoy!
Title: Finding Amerika
Fandom: Justice League
Characters: Booster/Beetle
Prompt: "Water."
Word Count: 1529
Rating: PG-13/R
Author's Notes: This is a combination of two prompts for boostlethon (vigilante_wake's prompts): "Booster and Beetle as ineffectual villains in the Anti-Matter Universe, slash preferred but not necessary" and "Booster and Beetle go on a road trip to ‘find America.’" I’m not sure how ineffectual they are, but surely the car counts?
(I am ridiculously pleased that I also managed to work a prompt into this. Oddly enough, I couldn’t get an un_love_you prompt to fit as well. Anti-Matter Universe, you would think, would be perfect for it. Go figure. o_0)
Originally posted at boostlethon HERE. (Check out the comm! It's full of love! And awesome!)
Finding Amerika
All things considered, being the Scarab's loyal minion was a pretty sweet deal. Sure there wasn't much in the way of actual, monetary pay, but Booster was provided for at least.
And, he thought as he leered at the man's backside, there were definitely perks.
At the moment, they were both stranded on the side of an infinite stretch of highway with the hood of their car popped open so that Teddy could lean over the vehicle's inner workings and try to find out why it had stranded them there. Booster was leaning against the side being alternately awed and turned on by the man's ability to swear almost nonstop without really repeating himself more than a few times in the past hour. It also didn't hurt that the act of bending over to examine the car had pulled Teddy's jeans tight over his ass, while his t-shirt had ridden up to expose a stripe of pale skin.
Teddy's skin in fact was probably one of the highlights of this trip. Heaven, as far as he was concerned, it qualified as a highlight of being stranded in this entire time period.
"So this is Amerika," Booster said expansively, grinning to himself. "I never realized it was so...flat."
Without looking up, Teddy pointed a stern finger at him and snapped, "Loyal minions don't make fun when their lord and master's plot runs into a snag."
"Well this 'snag' is about a hundred miles long, if you hadn't noticed," Booster replied, unconcerned despite his pessimistic words. "And I don't recall anything about 'lord and master' in our agreement."
At that, Teddy finally looked up. There was a black smudge on his temple.
Then he straightened, t-shirt falling back over the belt loops of his jeans, and slowly came around the car to stand in front of Booster. Planting his hands on the hot metal on either side of the man, Scarab glowered up at Booster. He was at least a foot shorter, but something about his expression, the way he held himself, made him seem to tower over his six-foot-plus minion.
"I thought it was a given," Teddy growled softly, one leg sliding between Booster's. "At the very least, I expect to hear a 'sir' from you now and then."
Booster's mouth moved for a second, trying to come up with a reply but unable to find his voice even if the words had been there for it to carry.
"Let's try it now," Teddy purred, leaning in.
"Uh."
"Loyal minions show respect, Booster."
Booster swallowed thickly. "Yes, sir," he whispered, fighting not to rub shamelessly against Teddy's thigh.
Smirking, Teddy reached up and gave Booster's cheek a condescending pat. "Go check our supplies for some water," he said, stepping away suddenly and heading back to the front of the car.
"Er."
At a sharp look from the man, Booster's breath caught and he exhaled a weak "Yes, sir."
Shivering in the heat of the afternoon sun directly overhead, Booster wondered again what had possessed Teddy to propose this trip in the first place. "Find Amerika," his toned, shapely ass. This was more like "wander aimlessly through Amerika and get lost at every opportunity."
He couldn't even say they'd found some interesting locales through Teddy's preferred method of choosing roads at random. Mostly it was dusty towns with a diner and a gas station. Though they'd also stumbled across a surprising number of water treatment plants. He hadn't even realized there were so many.
At least that meant they had plenty of bottled water.
---------------
They were going to stage a coup, Teddy had told him. Max had been running the Power Posse for long enough and Teddy was tired of it. Tired of the way neither of them got any respect.
That was why Booster was still playing dumb. Bartender Buster, who couldn't even muster the brainpower to spell his own name, was a mole, spying for the Scarab. Though it hadn't been that long ago that he really couldn't spell his name. Oh, the knowledge was there, certainly. But accessing it had caused him so much pain, courtesy of a chip implanted in his home time, that he had eventually given up and allowed himself to wade in the shallow end of his IQ.
Until Teddy, bright, brilliant Teddy, had finally put it together that his closest ally was not quite the braindead jock he appeared to be.
It had hurt, when Teddy disabled the chip, but afterward it had been like waking up to realize he'd been going through life wearing sunglasses. He could count higher than five again! Complex thoughts like planning his day no longer resulted in splitting, vomit-inducing migraines!
He had pledged his undying loyalty in seconds. And promptly kissed Teddy.
Teddy had taken him up on both the spoken and unspoken offers.
Expecting Teddy to already have a plan ready to implement, Booster had been surprised when the man told him to pack a bag. Grinning in barely contained excitement, Teddy had straddled Booster's lap and pressed against him to whisper in his ear, "We're going on a roadtrip, to...find Amerika."
Then Teddy had kissed him full on the lips, chuckling into Booster's mouth.
Booster had felt a little like he was missing a punchline, but the way Teddy was grinding down against his lap was distracting enough that he couldn't bring himself to care.
---------------
Which had led to their roadside stranding. Clearly, Booster needed to start using his brain again, now that he could, and not let his significantly less intelligent dick call the shots.
Rummaging in the trunk, he could hear Teddy cursing again and leaned forward over a crate of water jugs while he tried to calm his libido. Picturing Max in a thong usually took care of--
Booster gagged and resolved to, in the future, only use that tactic in emergencies.
Grabbing one of the jugs, he started around the car to join Teddy in front. Just as he reached the passenger side door, however, the familiar rumble of the car's engine started back up. Teddy's triumphant cackle followed shortly after.
Shrugging, Booster figured the water probably wouldn't be needed now. Or if it was, Teddy could just come get it. So he leaned against the side of the car again and unscrewed the jug, lifting it to his lips--
"STOP!"
Booster froze, lips pursed and the jug level with his chin.
Glancing to the side, he saw Teddy watching him with huge eyes, one hand stretched out toward him. "Put it down."
Eyes crossing as he tried to see if a scorpion had suddenly appeared on the jug, Booster could see nothing to have caused the man's reaction. But Teddy often had good reasons for his orders, so he obediently knelt to set the water on the ground and stood back up with his hands raised.
Stomping forward, Teddy snatched the cap from his hand and crouched down to screw it back on the jug. Then he snapped back to his feet and leaned in so close his chest brushed against Booster's.
"The bottles," he hissed, eyes blazing blue fire. "Only drink from the bottles."
Finally it hit Booster. "What's in there, Teddy?"
The change from fury to elation was so fast that Booster felt like he should have whiplash. "Victory," Teddy breathed, grin giddy as he grabbed Booster's face with both hands.
Booster let himself be drawn into the passionate kiss, wrapping his arms around the man as they made out against the side of their newly repaired car. Victory water. Okay, he could go with that. He still felt like he was missing the punchline, but Teddy's thigh was rubbing against him again and the man was making that moaning sound that never failed to get Booster hot and bothered.
"Once...the rest of it's...distributed...Amerika will be...ours for the...taking," Teddy hissed between wet kisses.
Braincells only recently allowed to function again suddenly bumped into each other. Finally, he got the punchline.
"The plants," Booster whispered in awe, dodging Teddy's attempts to resume kissing. "The water treatment plants. You're distributing that...whatever-it-is through the drinking water."
"Before long, all of Amerika will be ready and waiting to heed my every command!"
"But..." Booster frowned and stared down at Teddy in confusion. "Is that really necessary to take down Max?"
It started as a chuckle. Then it moved on to a low cackle. Finally Teddy threw his head back to let out a booming BWA-HA-HA.
"Max is small potatoes!" he shouted. "This, my loyal minion..." He gazed into Booster's eyes, mania shining out at him. "This is going to help us overthrow the Syndicate."
Booster stared at him in disbelief. "You're...serious?"
"Dead serious," Teddy murmured. "Once this is distributed, all I have to do is give the word and every man, woman, and child in Amerika will be mine to command. That's millions of bodies worth of cannon fodder. Not even they could beat those kinds of odds."
Tightening his arms around the man, Booster suddenly dipped Teddy, kissing him deeply. "What are we waiting for?" he breathed, grinning. "Let's go find Amerika."
Fandom: Justice League
Characters: Booster/Beetle
Prompt: "Water."
Word Count: 1529
Rating: PG-13/R
Author's Notes: This is a combination of two prompts for boostlethon (vigilante_wake's prompts): "Booster and Beetle as ineffectual villains in the Anti-Matter Universe, slash preferred but not necessary" and "Booster and Beetle go on a road trip to ‘find America.’" I’m not sure how ineffectual they are, but surely the car counts?
(I am ridiculously pleased that I also managed to work a prompt into this. Oddly enough, I couldn’t get an un_love_you prompt to fit as well. Anti-Matter Universe, you would think, would be perfect for it. Go figure. o_0)
Originally posted at boostlethon HERE. (Check out the comm! It's full of love! And awesome!)
Finding Amerika
All things considered, being the Scarab's loyal minion was a pretty sweet deal. Sure there wasn't much in the way of actual, monetary pay, but Booster was provided for at least.
And, he thought as he leered at the man's backside, there were definitely perks.
At the moment, they were both stranded on the side of an infinite stretch of highway with the hood of their car popped open so that Teddy could lean over the vehicle's inner workings and try to find out why it had stranded them there. Booster was leaning against the side being alternately awed and turned on by the man's ability to swear almost nonstop without really repeating himself more than a few times in the past hour. It also didn't hurt that the act of bending over to examine the car had pulled Teddy's jeans tight over his ass, while his t-shirt had ridden up to expose a stripe of pale skin.
Teddy's skin in fact was probably one of the highlights of this trip. Heaven, as far as he was concerned, it qualified as a highlight of being stranded in this entire time period.
"So this is Amerika," Booster said expansively, grinning to himself. "I never realized it was so...flat."
Without looking up, Teddy pointed a stern finger at him and snapped, "Loyal minions don't make fun when their lord and master's plot runs into a snag."
"Well this 'snag' is about a hundred miles long, if you hadn't noticed," Booster replied, unconcerned despite his pessimistic words. "And I don't recall anything about 'lord and master' in our agreement."
At that, Teddy finally looked up. There was a black smudge on his temple.
Then he straightened, t-shirt falling back over the belt loops of his jeans, and slowly came around the car to stand in front of Booster. Planting his hands on the hot metal on either side of the man, Scarab glowered up at Booster. He was at least a foot shorter, but something about his expression, the way he held himself, made him seem to tower over his six-foot-plus minion.
"I thought it was a given," Teddy growled softly, one leg sliding between Booster's. "At the very least, I expect to hear a 'sir' from you now and then."
Booster's mouth moved for a second, trying to come up with a reply but unable to find his voice even if the words had been there for it to carry.
"Let's try it now," Teddy purred, leaning in.
"Uh."
"Loyal minions show respect, Booster."
Booster swallowed thickly. "Yes, sir," he whispered, fighting not to rub shamelessly against Teddy's thigh.
Smirking, Teddy reached up and gave Booster's cheek a condescending pat. "Go check our supplies for some water," he said, stepping away suddenly and heading back to the front of the car.
"Er."
At a sharp look from the man, Booster's breath caught and he exhaled a weak "Yes, sir."
Shivering in the heat of the afternoon sun directly overhead, Booster wondered again what had possessed Teddy to propose this trip in the first place. "Find Amerika," his toned, shapely ass. This was more like "wander aimlessly through Amerika and get lost at every opportunity."
He couldn't even say they'd found some interesting locales through Teddy's preferred method of choosing roads at random. Mostly it was dusty towns with a diner and a gas station. Though they'd also stumbled across a surprising number of water treatment plants. He hadn't even realized there were so many.
At least that meant they had plenty of bottled water.
---------------
They were going to stage a coup, Teddy had told him. Max had been running the Power Posse for long enough and Teddy was tired of it. Tired of the way neither of them got any respect.
That was why Booster was still playing dumb. Bartender Buster, who couldn't even muster the brainpower to spell his own name, was a mole, spying for the Scarab. Though it hadn't been that long ago that he really couldn't spell his name. Oh, the knowledge was there, certainly. But accessing it had caused him so much pain, courtesy of a chip implanted in his home time, that he had eventually given up and allowed himself to wade in the shallow end of his IQ.
Until Teddy, bright, brilliant Teddy, had finally put it together that his closest ally was not quite the braindead jock he appeared to be.
It had hurt, when Teddy disabled the chip, but afterward it had been like waking up to realize he'd been going through life wearing sunglasses. He could count higher than five again! Complex thoughts like planning his day no longer resulted in splitting, vomit-inducing migraines!
He had pledged his undying loyalty in seconds. And promptly kissed Teddy.
Teddy had taken him up on both the spoken and unspoken offers.
Expecting Teddy to already have a plan ready to implement, Booster had been surprised when the man told him to pack a bag. Grinning in barely contained excitement, Teddy had straddled Booster's lap and pressed against him to whisper in his ear, "We're going on a roadtrip, to...find Amerika."
Then Teddy had kissed him full on the lips, chuckling into Booster's mouth.
Booster had felt a little like he was missing a punchline, but the way Teddy was grinding down against his lap was distracting enough that he couldn't bring himself to care.
---------------
Which had led to their roadside stranding. Clearly, Booster needed to start using his brain again, now that he could, and not let his significantly less intelligent dick call the shots.
Rummaging in the trunk, he could hear Teddy cursing again and leaned forward over a crate of water jugs while he tried to calm his libido. Picturing Max in a thong usually took care of--
Booster gagged and resolved to, in the future, only use that tactic in emergencies.
Grabbing one of the jugs, he started around the car to join Teddy in front. Just as he reached the passenger side door, however, the familiar rumble of the car's engine started back up. Teddy's triumphant cackle followed shortly after.
Shrugging, Booster figured the water probably wouldn't be needed now. Or if it was, Teddy could just come get it. So he leaned against the side of the car again and unscrewed the jug, lifting it to his lips--
"STOP!"
Booster froze, lips pursed and the jug level with his chin.
Glancing to the side, he saw Teddy watching him with huge eyes, one hand stretched out toward him. "Put it down."
Eyes crossing as he tried to see if a scorpion had suddenly appeared on the jug, Booster could see nothing to have caused the man's reaction. But Teddy often had good reasons for his orders, so he obediently knelt to set the water on the ground and stood back up with his hands raised.
Stomping forward, Teddy snatched the cap from his hand and crouched down to screw it back on the jug. Then he snapped back to his feet and leaned in so close his chest brushed against Booster's.
"The bottles," he hissed, eyes blazing blue fire. "Only drink from the bottles."
Finally it hit Booster. "What's in there, Teddy?"
The change from fury to elation was so fast that Booster felt like he should have whiplash. "Victory," Teddy breathed, grin giddy as he grabbed Booster's face with both hands.
Booster let himself be drawn into the passionate kiss, wrapping his arms around the man as they made out against the side of their newly repaired car. Victory water. Okay, he could go with that. He still felt like he was missing the punchline, but Teddy's thigh was rubbing against him again and the man was making that moaning sound that never failed to get Booster hot and bothered.
"Once...the rest of it's...distributed...Amerika will be...ours for the...taking," Teddy hissed between wet kisses.
Braincells only recently allowed to function again suddenly bumped into each other. Finally, he got the punchline.
"The plants," Booster whispered in awe, dodging Teddy's attempts to resume kissing. "The water treatment plants. You're distributing that...whatever-it-is through the drinking water."
"Before long, all of Amerika will be ready and waiting to heed my every command!"
"But..." Booster frowned and stared down at Teddy in confusion. "Is that really necessary to take down Max?"
It started as a chuckle. Then it moved on to a low cackle. Finally Teddy threw his head back to let out a booming BWA-HA-HA.
"Max is small potatoes!" he shouted. "This, my loyal minion..." He gazed into Booster's eyes, mania shining out at him. "This is going to help us overthrow the Syndicate."
Booster stared at him in disbelief. "You're...serious?"
"Dead serious," Teddy murmured. "Once this is distributed, all I have to do is give the word and every man, woman, and child in Amerika will be mine to command. That's millions of bodies worth of cannon fodder. Not even they could beat those kinds of odds."
Tightening his arms around the man, Booster suddenly dipped Teddy, kissing him deeply. "What are we waiting for?" he breathed, grinning. "Let's go find Amerika."