[FIC] Tethered
Title: Tethered
Part: Optional Epilogue
Author: genderblender
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1298/4314
Characters: Booster Gold/Blue Beetle (Ted Kord)
Warnings: wankfic, incest(implied), ghosts
First part originally posted in boostle {here}
Ted was tethered to Michael’s side. Whatever Booster did, wherever Booster went, Ted was forced to follow and watch. In a way, he didn’t mind. He got to see Michael at his most vulnerable and his most powerful. He witnessed things no one else could, and the more he saw, the more he understood who his best friend really was.
And the sights! Oh the sights! Travelling through time was something he never thought he’d experience, but with Michael becoming a time master he saw so many things. He saw the future - the 25th century - and learned about the world his best friend had come from. He saw Guy before he became the Green Lantern; before he became a calloused, chauvinistic pig and got that horrible haircut. He saw Ralph before they met him; before he became a valued member of the Justice League.
He saw himself… rescued by Booster and how he wanted to yell and scream: tell him you love him! He was silent, of course, because ghosts can’t talk, and deep down he knew because he hadn’t disappeared that saving him had been a mistake.
Ted also saw Michael in his most private moments. Sometimes he tried to maintain a modicum of respect by covering his eyes or looking away, but sometimes he indulged himself and slid through the curtain into the shower and enjoyed an eyeful of his friend, completely naked. Being a ghost had its advantages.
But the best… the best was late at night while Michael was sleeping. As the clock turned to midnight, the separation between life and death would waver and interacting with the living would become even easier. Ted took advantage of this every night. Sometimes he would lie in the bed, feel Michael’s warmth and hear his heartbeat, other times he would cause a ruckus, throwing papers, and moving things to leave a message.
And other times…
Ted watched the clock flip over to 00:00, and he floated towards the bed. He took a moment and admired Michael’s sleeping features. His lips were always parted while he slept, causing him to snore lightly. The wrinkles of his face were smoothed away as the muscles relaxed and he would look the way he looked when they first met - young, innocent. He slept sprawled out; his tall, future sized body took up the entire bed, and his sheets were crooked. Ted wondered what it would be like to sleep in the same bed, to push at his arms, and curl up against him.
He pursed his lips together and blew. The gentle waving of Michael’s blonde hair meant he was becoming corporeal enough to affect the living. It wasn’t the same as being alive, but it was close as he could get. So he hung in the air and waited. Every now and then, he would get lucky. Michael didn’t do it often, but when he did, Ted joined in whenever he could and he was waiting for it.
Michael’s lips parted a little more, and he shifted on the bed. His fluttering eyelids meant he was dreaming. A low, quiet moan worked its way from his throat and that was Ted’s cue. He flew in close and blew again, and this time Michael’s skin prickled with goosebumps. Success! He concentrated and pushed the blankets out of the way.
Ted took a moment to admire the sight. Michael was almost completely naked underneath the bed sheets, save for a pair of blue silk boxers. Interesting fact: Michael had stolen those boxers from the ruins of Ted’s home. At first he just hung on to them, and at some point, he had started wearing them. Ted wasn’t sure when. It’d been so long since he had died, and Ted had lost track of time.
The bulge in those boxers was inviting. He nuzzled his face against it, and he felt Michael’s body tense.
“Nngh…” Michael shifted, as if pulling his hips away. “… don’t…” His protests were a sleepy murmur.
Yes. Ted closed in on him again and nuzzled it some more. He could also feel the heat against his cheek. He floated along the length of Michael’s body, hand tracing over the naked flesh, feigning kisses up the line of muscled abs.
Ted lingered, staring into Michael’s sleeping face, their noses nearly touching. He closed the distance between their lips and tried to kiss… he felt the warmth. Kiss, kiss, kiss. Michael shook his head, his mouth were quivering. His tongue flicked out, and raked across his lips.
Michael… Ted brought his mouth to the other’s ear, and even though his voice was nothing more than the faintest breeze, he whispered: I love you.
Michael shuddered. “…Oh…” His hand was moving now, palming the arousal, stroking his hard cock through the blue silk. He was panting.
Ted watched, licking his own lips. He couldn’t get aroused; after all, he was dead, he regretted it sometimes. He would have been touching himself, stroking in the same rhythm, the same beat. He breathed out a long sigh, and curled his form around Michael’s. He could hear his heartbeat, and for a moment it felt like his own. He reached down, slipped his hands past the blue silk boxers, and made as if he were wrapping his fingers around the hot erection. It was… so hot.
He heard Michael gasp. “Ah…!” His hips bucked forward into their hands.
Michael, can you feel me?
There was no response, only the sound of the blonde panting and writhing against the sheets. His lashes were fluttering, eyes still closed. He was stroking himself faster, and for a moment Ted felt their fingers intertwine. Michael’s hips were thrusting up, hard, he was moaning. Oh my god, Michael…
Ted felt hot, his body was electrified - he was feeling what Michael was feeling, like their bodies were connected. He slid up the length of the other’s body, watching him buck and writhe and moan beneath him.
“F…F… fu… fuck!” Michael gasped in a sleepy sounding moan and his body tensed and he came hot and fast into those blue silk boxers. His eyes fluttered open.
Ted was staring at him, and he felt as if their eyes had made contact, as if Michael were staring at him. He shot back, flying as far back as he could. If he could breathe, his breath would have been caught in his throat. Shit, if Michael saw me… I mean, would it considered rape? Ghost rape? Oh my god. What have I been doing? If he had been visible, he would have been wavering, like film projection caught in a breeze.
Michael sat up slowly, a look of ache in his face. He looked down and very slowly removed his hand from the boxers and let out a dreary sounding sigh. “Dammit, I did again.” He collapsed back against the bed, too tired, too lazy to clean, despite the uncomfortable wetness. “I need to stop dreaming about him.”
Ted tilted his head. Dreaming about me? He flew a little closer.
“Goddamn that Rip.”
R…r… rip? Ted was sinking.
“Everything he says pisses me off, and yet…”
Ri… Rip?
“I need to get back to sleep.” Michael rolled over.
Ted watched the bed disappear from his line of vision as he sank through the floor. That’s right, I’m dead. He should have moved on by now. He kept going. Whatever had kept him tethered to Micha-no, Booster’s side had snapped. He was floating free. For once, after all the years of being dead, he was suddenly freed. He could go wherever he wanted. He could haunt whomever he wanted. Whatever he wanted… but no.
No. He was being tugged somewhere: a new tether - and it was dark. So dark.
Flesh.
Flesh.
Flesh.
Part: Optional Epilogue
Author: genderblender
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1298/4314
Characters: Booster Gold/Blue Beetle (Ted Kord)
Warnings: wankfic, incest(implied), ghosts
First part originally posted in boostle {here}
Ted was tethered to Michael’s side. Whatever Booster did, wherever Booster went, Ted was forced to follow and watch. In a way, he didn’t mind. He got to see Michael at his most vulnerable and his most powerful. He witnessed things no one else could, and the more he saw, the more he understood who his best friend really was.
And the sights! Oh the sights! Travelling through time was something he never thought he’d experience, but with Michael becoming a time master he saw so many things. He saw the future - the 25th century - and learned about the world his best friend had come from. He saw Guy before he became the Green Lantern; before he became a calloused, chauvinistic pig and got that horrible haircut. He saw Ralph before they met him; before he became a valued member of the Justice League.
He saw himself… rescued by Booster and how he wanted to yell and scream: tell him you love him! He was silent, of course, because ghosts can’t talk, and deep down he knew because he hadn’t disappeared that saving him had been a mistake.
Ted also saw Michael in his most private moments. Sometimes he tried to maintain a modicum of respect by covering his eyes or looking away, but sometimes he indulged himself and slid through the curtain into the shower and enjoyed an eyeful of his friend, completely naked. Being a ghost had its advantages.
But the best… the best was late at night while Michael was sleeping. As the clock turned to midnight, the separation between life and death would waver and interacting with the living would become even easier. Ted took advantage of this every night. Sometimes he would lie in the bed, feel Michael’s warmth and hear his heartbeat, other times he would cause a ruckus, throwing papers, and moving things to leave a message.
And other times…
Ted watched the clock flip over to 00:00, and he floated towards the bed. He took a moment and admired Michael’s sleeping features. His lips were always parted while he slept, causing him to snore lightly. The wrinkles of his face were smoothed away as the muscles relaxed and he would look the way he looked when they first met - young, innocent. He slept sprawled out; his tall, future sized body took up the entire bed, and his sheets were crooked. Ted wondered what it would be like to sleep in the same bed, to push at his arms, and curl up against him.
He pursed his lips together and blew. The gentle waving of Michael’s blonde hair meant he was becoming corporeal enough to affect the living. It wasn’t the same as being alive, but it was close as he could get. So he hung in the air and waited. Every now and then, he would get lucky. Michael didn’t do it often, but when he did, Ted joined in whenever he could and he was waiting for it.
Michael’s lips parted a little more, and he shifted on the bed. His fluttering eyelids meant he was dreaming. A low, quiet moan worked its way from his throat and that was Ted’s cue. He flew in close and blew again, and this time Michael’s skin prickled with goosebumps. Success! He concentrated and pushed the blankets out of the way.
Ted took a moment to admire the sight. Michael was almost completely naked underneath the bed sheets, save for a pair of blue silk boxers. Interesting fact: Michael had stolen those boxers from the ruins of Ted’s home. At first he just hung on to them, and at some point, he had started wearing them. Ted wasn’t sure when. It’d been so long since he had died, and Ted had lost track of time.
The bulge in those boxers was inviting. He nuzzled his face against it, and he felt Michael’s body tense.
“Nngh…” Michael shifted, as if pulling his hips away. “… don’t…” His protests were a sleepy murmur.
Yes. Ted closed in on him again and nuzzled it some more. He could also feel the heat against his cheek. He floated along the length of Michael’s body, hand tracing over the naked flesh, feigning kisses up the line of muscled abs.
Ted lingered, staring into Michael’s sleeping face, their noses nearly touching. He closed the distance between their lips and tried to kiss… he felt the warmth. Kiss, kiss, kiss. Michael shook his head, his mouth were quivering. His tongue flicked out, and raked across his lips.
Michael… Ted brought his mouth to the other’s ear, and even though his voice was nothing more than the faintest breeze, he whispered: I love you.
Michael shuddered. “…Oh…” His hand was moving now, palming the arousal, stroking his hard cock through the blue silk. He was panting.
Ted watched, licking his own lips. He couldn’t get aroused; after all, he was dead, he regretted it sometimes. He would have been touching himself, stroking in the same rhythm, the same beat. He breathed out a long sigh, and curled his form around Michael’s. He could hear his heartbeat, and for a moment it felt like his own. He reached down, slipped his hands past the blue silk boxers, and made as if he were wrapping his fingers around the hot erection. It was… so hot.
He heard Michael gasp. “Ah…!” His hips bucked forward into their hands.
Michael, can you feel me?
There was no response, only the sound of the blonde panting and writhing against the sheets. His lashes were fluttering, eyes still closed. He was stroking himself faster, and for a moment Ted felt their fingers intertwine. Michael’s hips were thrusting up, hard, he was moaning. Oh my god, Michael…
Ted felt hot, his body was electrified - he was feeling what Michael was feeling, like their bodies were connected. He slid up the length of the other’s body, watching him buck and writhe and moan beneath him.
“F…F… fu… fuck!” Michael gasped in a sleepy sounding moan and his body tensed and he came hot and fast into those blue silk boxers. His eyes fluttered open.
Ted was staring at him, and he felt as if their eyes had made contact, as if Michael were staring at him. He shot back, flying as far back as he could. If he could breathe, his breath would have been caught in his throat. Shit, if Michael saw me… I mean, would it considered rape? Ghost rape? Oh my god. What have I been doing? If he had been visible, he would have been wavering, like film projection caught in a breeze.
Michael sat up slowly, a look of ache in his face. He looked down and very slowly removed his hand from the boxers and let out a dreary sounding sigh. “Dammit, I did again.” He collapsed back against the bed, too tired, too lazy to clean, despite the uncomfortable wetness. “I need to stop dreaming about him.”
Ted tilted his head. Dreaming about me? He flew a little closer.
“Goddamn that Rip.”
R…r… rip? Ted was sinking.
“Everything he says pisses me off, and yet…”
Ri… Rip?
“I need to get back to sleep.” Michael rolled over.
Ted watched the bed disappear from his line of vision as he sank through the floor. That’s right, I’m dead. He should have moved on by now. He kept going. Whatever had kept him tethered to Micha-no, Booster’s side had snapped. He was floating free. For once, after all the years of being dead, he was suddenly freed. He could go wherever he wanted. He could haunt whomever he wanted. Whatever he wanted… but no.
No. He was being tugged somewhere: a new tether - and it was dark. So dark.
Flesh.
Flesh.
Flesh.