[FICLET] 2447
Title: 2447
Fandom: DCU
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Booster Gold, Ted Kord
Notes: The long awaited(??) sequel to the fic I wrote here, wherein Ted's death is revealed to not so much be a death, but a matter of him being trapped in time. This is what happens when Booster goes and finds him.
Booster materialized in the streets of Metropolis, in a brilliant flash of light. People milled around him, unfazed by the sudden appearance of a man in a dark suit and crimson glasses. He was surrounded by sprawling buildings, hundreds of stories tall, stretching into the sky and casting shadows over the city's residents. Billboards projected a constant cycle of ads and media reports, the sounds ringing out over the people like Big Brother.
This was the world of his childhood and the future of his adulthood. Booster found himself chuckling as he strode through the streets, hands in the pockets of his dark jacket.
It had been years since he came to this time; and the first time for a reason other than buisness since becoming a Time Agent. He paused and lifted his head up at the huge silvery building that loomed ahead. There was a certain old fashioned asthetic to the architecture: short and stocky in comparison to the others beside it.
Sean Klein Industries.
The security guard at the front desk was a pretty young woman, not a metallic droid like every other company and she lifted her head when the ping of the door opening echoed through the empty foyer. "Welcome to Klein Industries," she greeted with a friendly chirp, a wisp of red hair falling over her eyes.
Booster smiled back at her, the lines in his face crinkling just enough to show his true age. "I'm afraid I don't have a pass to enter, do you suppose you could make an exception just once?" He poured on the charm, a little flirtatious, a little friendly, and completely innocent.
The girl didn't seem to fall for it. She shook her head. "I'm afraid I can't do that."
"Oh, I think you can." Much less innocence this time, and much more manipulation.
The security guard's face flushed a bright red. "N-n-no, sir, I really can't."
A frustrated look passed over Booster's features, before smiling warmly as he placed a hand gently on the counter surface. "I promise you won't get in trouble if you let me through."
"Oh, I think she will."
The sound of the voice sent chills down Booster's spine and he hesitated to turn, but the look of wide eyed shock in the young girl's face cemented his assumption.
"M-m-mister Klein!" the girl gasped, fumbling to her feet so she could salute him properly.
"Goos morning, Alice. I see you're doing a good job protecting my office from riffraff."
"Yes! Just as you programmed me, sir!"
"Now, if you care to explain why you were harassing my security guard..."
Booster turned slowly. The older man was dressed in a dark blue pinstripes with suspenders and a bow tie. He was flecked with greying stubble, but he had a youthful smile and bright eyes. Booster felt the breath catch in his throat.
Recognition flashed in the man's eyes and his lips parted as if about to speak a name.
Booster spoke first, having found his breath. "Sean Klein, I presume? I was hoping I could meet with you."
"What can I do for you, sir?" Sean raised his eyebrows.
Booster leaned back slightly against the security counter top. "It seems, Mr. Klein, that you had a hand in creating a security droid of mine-"
"I make several droids, sir."
"I was hoping, perhaps, if you could make me another. I brought the old chassis, just in case."
Sean shook his head and he made a nonsdescript gesture to Alice to allow them passage into the elevator. "Let's take this to my office, shall we?"
Booster licked his lips and followed the older man toward the mirrored lift. Despite the years, there still remained the familiar tilt of those hips, a long legged, flexible stride and a bobbing of the head. As the doors closed behind them there was silence as they stared at each other.
Sean spoke first this time. "Boost-"
It was probably the wrong thing to do, but Booster was suddenly pressing forward, pushing Sean-no- Ted up against the elevator wall and kissing him. He felt the other man buck against him, startled and then he felt the vibration of a moan against his lips and in his mouth.
"Oh my god, Ted," Booster cooed into the kisses, unable to pull his mouth away, his tongue sliding hot around his lips. "I've missed you so much, I've needed you so much..."
"Shhh," Ted shushed against Booster's mouth, silencing him as he pushed his tongue past open lips.
Booster's arms wrapped tightly around Ted, lifting him up off the ground, pulling those lithe legs around his waist, holding him close as the elevator doors opened behind them. "Your office?" he panted.
"The whole floor's my office..." Ted clung to him, ankles linking behind Booster's back.
"That's insane." But despite the comment, Booster was hardly complaining, afterall it allowed him to stumble from the elevator, still kissing, into the office. His hands frantically pulling the suspenders from Ted's shoulders, untucking the shirt and shoving him hard onto his desk.
Beneath Ted's body, the desk sprung to life, the surface blossoming into light. "Shit," Booster swore, surprised, not because he hadn't expected the desk to be a large touch sensitive surface, but that Ted would have such a desk.
Ted laughed and swiped his hand across the glassy surface, turning it white, before pulling Booster back down against him, tugging at his bottom lip with his teeth.
Booster rocked forward into Ted's hips, pressing his hand against the desk, fingers splayed. When he moved it, he left behind a streak of bright color on the desk sized tablet and the he realized why Ted had laughed. Their rocking imprinted the desk with lines and colors, an electric record of their movements.
Ted reached up and slid the glasses from Booster's face, kissing the tip of his nose when he let the glasses fall from his hand to the desk. "Glasses, Booster?"
"I've gotten old," Booster responded as he mouthed along Ted's neck, hands working to undo the button of Ted's pants.
"You look amazing," Ted gasped, grabbing handfuls of Booster's jacket, ripping it from his shoulders.
"You look fat," Booster responded with a laugh, licking Ted's naked shoulder posessively.
"I hate you."
"I like fat."
"I like you."
"I love you." Booster whispered the words into the crook of Ted's neck and then he was quiet, arms wrapped around him, holding him close.
Ted froze for a heartbeat, and then he was wrapping his arms around Booster, fingers running through his long blonde strands. "Oh Booster," he murmured, tilting his head so he could bury his face into Booster's hair. "Oh Booster..." It was as though Ted couldn't say the name enough times, repeating it over and over into the buttery blonde hair, breathing in the familiar scent of his best friend, the object of years of pent up affection.
Booster didn't mind. He was devouring the attention, his mouth all over Ted, tasting him, kissing him. His lips found the familiar shape of Ted's adam's apple, and he travelled lower, over the curve of his collarbone, along his shoulder, fingers deftly undoing the buttons of his shirt. He paused only briefly, admiring the greying hairs of Ted's chest and as he slid against it, he felt the familiar scratch against his cheeks and he smilied. "I see you haven't taken advantage of future hair removal," he commented, his tongue swiping along the hairs that drew a path down his stomach, disappearing past the waistband of Ted's pinstripe pants.
Ted let his head fall back against the glowing surface of his desk, laughing, one hand drawing lazy circles over the shape of Booster's handprint. "Women in this time really love an old fashioned bear."
"You certainly don't fit in any of our standard molds of beauty, that's for certain." Booster's tongue dipped into Ted's bellybutton, which made him shiver, hands raising as if to swat him away. Booster turned his head and kissed the inside of Ted's palm, stopping him. "I've always loved that about you," he added, smiling into the warm skin.
"That I'm different?"
"That you're you."
Ted gently cupped Booster's face with his hands, letting their eyes meet. They were quiet for a moment that felt like a lifetime, and Booster memorized the way Ted's features had aged over the years. Despite the laugh lines and wrinkles around the corners of his eyes, Ted was as handsome as ever.
"Hey, are you just going to stare at me, or are you going to make desperate reunion sex to me?" Ted finally challenged with a teasing smile, his tongue sliding over his lips.
Booster laughed and he left his face fall against Ted's soft stomach. "Can't I do both?"
"You can do both later." Ted tugged on Booster's hair, encouraging him, and he tightened his legs around Booster's waist, hips rocking up to show his eager arousal. "Frantic sex now, loving sex later."
"You haven't changed a bit." Booster slid a little further down Ted's body, following the trail of greying brown hairs until his mouth reached the waistband of those dark blue pinstripe pants. "Frantic sex it is then." And despite that, Booster was still for a moment, his tongue running along his lips, as if considering the matter at hand and he looked up at Ted again. "I love you," he repeated.
Ted's fingers curled in Booster's hair, scratching at his scalp, his face wrinkling with a smile. "I love you too."
Those words were enough for Booster and he charged forward, grabbing the zipper of Ted's pants with his teeth, pulling it down over the bulge of his prominent erection. Ted reached down, pushing his pants off, letting them fall to the floor in a pile. Booster laughed, tugging at the sock garters, and Ted squirmed, pulling Booster against him for another kiss, wrapping him up with arms and legs.
Booster returned the kiss, sliding his tongue past eager lips, rocking their hips together, pressing his hands against the desk, leaving handprints on the surface in gold and blue. Ted moaned into the kiss, ankles locking, heels digging into the small of his back as he rocked his hips back. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of Booster's pants, pushing them down, past the curve of his ass, wanting to feel flesh against flesh.
Cocks slid against each other, skin slick with precum, and despite the years that had passed between them, they fell into the same familiar rhythm of their bodies.
Ted laughed when he felt Booster push into him, and his legs tightened, hands knocking off pens, and leaving behind a streak of color across the surface of his desk. Booster kissed that laughing mouth, smiling as he rocked into him. Ted's laughter turned to moans, and he screwed his eyes shut, resting his head on Booster's shoulder, biting the flesh, fingers digging into his back.
They came like dominos, Ted first then Booster, their bodies shuddering together, muscles tensing. The sounds of their moans and panting filled the space around them, echoing off the walls. Booster collapsed, boneless, atop of Ted, his head falling into the crook of his neck, as Ted let himself sprawl helplessly atop his desk, fingers drawing lazy circles across his desk, over Booster's handprints, across the shape of their love making.
"I can't believe it took you that long to find the clue I left you," Ted finally muttered, breaking the silence, as he ran his fingers through Booster's hair, toying playfully with the spot where the hair was beginning to thin.
"You could have left it in a more obvious place," Booster argued into the skin of Ted's shoulder, rubbing his hand over the hairs of Ted's chest.
"If I made it too obvious, you would have found it too soon."
Booster couldn't argue with that statement. It would have been ridiculous to find the clue before Ted had seemingly died. "Yeah, well... I wish I could have found it sooner..."
"You found it eventually, that's what matters." Ted turned his head to kiss the top of Booster's head, lovingly, affectionately. "So, tell me about yourself, Mister Carter. I believe we have some catching up to do."
Booster sat up suddenly, peeling himself from Ted's warm body, and he used the sleeve of his shirt to clean off the sex from Ted's stomach. "Well, I save the universes on a daily basis," he began, speaking idly, as if creeping carefully around the subject at hand.
"Ever the hero, Booster Gold."
"It's my lot in life." Booster pulled his hand back, and he gently tugged Ted's shirt closed, as if half trying to dress him. "I also got married."
"Married?" Ted felt all the air get sucked out of him and he swiped his hand across his desk, making the image they had created with their bodies disappear. He sat up.
"Yeah." Booster sounded reluctant to give the statement an affirmation. "We have a son."
"Married?" Ted repeated, sounding breathless.
Booster was looking away now, staring at an empty spot on the wall. "Yes, Ted. Married. I'm married. I have a son."
"How could you--"
"I thought you were dead, Ted! Was I supposed to be alone forever?" Booster was looking at him, his brow furrowed.
Ted shook his head as he slid from the edge of the desk, buttoning up his shirt. "How could you cheat on your wife, was what I was trying to say." He sounded disappointed. "I mean, I thought you were better than that, Booster." It was the calm in Ted's voice that bothered Booster the most. It wasn't angry, it wasn't irritated or annoyed. It was just disappointed.
"Ted, I love you." It was all Booster could say in the moment, as if begging for forgiveness without saying the words.
"And your wife? Do you love your wife?"
"Of course I do. She's..." Booster trailed off, watching Ted dress. Ted didn't have to say it, but he knew Ted, and he knew what Ted was implying. She wasn't a Gladys. For one, she was real. For another, she was perfect, and he loved her, and she was the mother of his son, and... "She'd grind my bones into dust if she knew I did this to her."
Ted pulled the suspenders onto his shoulders. "Then you better tell her." He looked back at Booster, a wry smile on his lips.
"That's cruel, Ted. That's cruel." Booster pulled the zipper of his pants up, flattening the waistband against his stomach. He reached for his glasses, sliding them back onto his nose and behind his ears. "She knows how much you mean to me, you know."
Ted perched himself on the corner of his desk, swinging his feet, looking like a child. "Do I know her?"
Booster sat down next to him, putting an arm around his shoulders. "Yeah, you definitely know her."
Ted leaned his head on Booster's shoulder, eyes closing. "She's really that much stronger than you, huh?" There was teasing in his voice, the kind that was trying to hide the sound of abandonment.
"She's way stronger than me." Booster turned to press a kiss against Ted's head, smelling him, the lingering scent of sweat in his hair. "It's really over between us, huh?"
"I really don't want Kara to kill me."
Booster laughed, and he wrapped his arms around Ted, hugging him close. "She'd kill me first."
Fandom: DCU
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Booster Gold, Ted Kord
Notes: The long awaited(??) sequel to the fic I wrote here, wherein Ted's death is revealed to not so much be a death, but a matter of him being trapped in time. This is what happens when Booster goes and finds him.
Booster materialized in the streets of Metropolis, in a brilliant flash of light. People milled around him, unfazed by the sudden appearance of a man in a dark suit and crimson glasses. He was surrounded by sprawling buildings, hundreds of stories tall, stretching into the sky and casting shadows over the city's residents. Billboards projected a constant cycle of ads and media reports, the sounds ringing out over the people like Big Brother.
This was the world of his childhood and the future of his adulthood. Booster found himself chuckling as he strode through the streets, hands in the pockets of his dark jacket.
It had been years since he came to this time; and the first time for a reason other than buisness since becoming a Time Agent. He paused and lifted his head up at the huge silvery building that loomed ahead. There was a certain old fashioned asthetic to the architecture: short and stocky in comparison to the others beside it.
Sean Klein Industries.
The security guard at the front desk was a pretty young woman, not a metallic droid like every other company and she lifted her head when the ping of the door opening echoed through the empty foyer. "Welcome to Klein Industries," she greeted with a friendly chirp, a wisp of red hair falling over her eyes.
Booster smiled back at her, the lines in his face crinkling just enough to show his true age. "I'm afraid I don't have a pass to enter, do you suppose you could make an exception just once?" He poured on the charm, a little flirtatious, a little friendly, and completely innocent.
The girl didn't seem to fall for it. She shook her head. "I'm afraid I can't do that."
"Oh, I think you can." Much less innocence this time, and much more manipulation.
The security guard's face flushed a bright red. "N-n-no, sir, I really can't."
A frustrated look passed over Booster's features, before smiling warmly as he placed a hand gently on the counter surface. "I promise you won't get in trouble if you let me through."
"Oh, I think she will."
The sound of the voice sent chills down Booster's spine and he hesitated to turn, but the look of wide eyed shock in the young girl's face cemented his assumption.
"M-m-mister Klein!" the girl gasped, fumbling to her feet so she could salute him properly.
"Goos morning, Alice. I see you're doing a good job protecting my office from riffraff."
"Yes! Just as you programmed me, sir!"
"Now, if you care to explain why you were harassing my security guard..."
Booster turned slowly. The older man was dressed in a dark blue pinstripes with suspenders and a bow tie. He was flecked with greying stubble, but he had a youthful smile and bright eyes. Booster felt the breath catch in his throat.
Recognition flashed in the man's eyes and his lips parted as if about to speak a name.
Booster spoke first, having found his breath. "Sean Klein, I presume? I was hoping I could meet with you."
"What can I do for you, sir?" Sean raised his eyebrows.
Booster leaned back slightly against the security counter top. "It seems, Mr. Klein, that you had a hand in creating a security droid of mine-"
"I make several droids, sir."
"I was hoping, perhaps, if you could make me another. I brought the old chassis, just in case."
Sean shook his head and he made a nonsdescript gesture to Alice to allow them passage into the elevator. "Let's take this to my office, shall we?"
Booster licked his lips and followed the older man toward the mirrored lift. Despite the years, there still remained the familiar tilt of those hips, a long legged, flexible stride and a bobbing of the head. As the doors closed behind them there was silence as they stared at each other.
Sean spoke first this time. "Boost-"
It was probably the wrong thing to do, but Booster was suddenly pressing forward, pushing Sean-no- Ted up against the elevator wall and kissing him. He felt the other man buck against him, startled and then he felt the vibration of a moan against his lips and in his mouth.
"Oh my god, Ted," Booster cooed into the kisses, unable to pull his mouth away, his tongue sliding hot around his lips. "I've missed you so much, I've needed you so much..."
"Shhh," Ted shushed against Booster's mouth, silencing him as he pushed his tongue past open lips.
Booster's arms wrapped tightly around Ted, lifting him up off the ground, pulling those lithe legs around his waist, holding him close as the elevator doors opened behind them. "Your office?" he panted.
"The whole floor's my office..." Ted clung to him, ankles linking behind Booster's back.
"That's insane." But despite the comment, Booster was hardly complaining, afterall it allowed him to stumble from the elevator, still kissing, into the office. His hands frantically pulling the suspenders from Ted's shoulders, untucking the shirt and shoving him hard onto his desk.
Beneath Ted's body, the desk sprung to life, the surface blossoming into light. "Shit," Booster swore, surprised, not because he hadn't expected the desk to be a large touch sensitive surface, but that Ted would have such a desk.
Ted laughed and swiped his hand across the glassy surface, turning it white, before pulling Booster back down against him, tugging at his bottom lip with his teeth.
Booster rocked forward into Ted's hips, pressing his hand against the desk, fingers splayed. When he moved it, he left behind a streak of bright color on the desk sized tablet and the he realized why Ted had laughed. Their rocking imprinted the desk with lines and colors, an electric record of their movements.
Ted reached up and slid the glasses from Booster's face, kissing the tip of his nose when he let the glasses fall from his hand to the desk. "Glasses, Booster?"
"I've gotten old," Booster responded as he mouthed along Ted's neck, hands working to undo the button of Ted's pants.
"You look amazing," Ted gasped, grabbing handfuls of Booster's jacket, ripping it from his shoulders.
"You look fat," Booster responded with a laugh, licking Ted's naked shoulder posessively.
"I hate you."
"I like fat."
"I like you."
"I love you." Booster whispered the words into the crook of Ted's neck and then he was quiet, arms wrapped around him, holding him close.
Ted froze for a heartbeat, and then he was wrapping his arms around Booster, fingers running through his long blonde strands. "Oh Booster," he murmured, tilting his head so he could bury his face into Booster's hair. "Oh Booster..." It was as though Ted couldn't say the name enough times, repeating it over and over into the buttery blonde hair, breathing in the familiar scent of his best friend, the object of years of pent up affection.
Booster didn't mind. He was devouring the attention, his mouth all over Ted, tasting him, kissing him. His lips found the familiar shape of Ted's adam's apple, and he travelled lower, over the curve of his collarbone, along his shoulder, fingers deftly undoing the buttons of his shirt. He paused only briefly, admiring the greying hairs of Ted's chest and as he slid against it, he felt the familiar scratch against his cheeks and he smilied. "I see you haven't taken advantage of future hair removal," he commented, his tongue swiping along the hairs that drew a path down his stomach, disappearing past the waistband of Ted's pinstripe pants.
Ted let his head fall back against the glowing surface of his desk, laughing, one hand drawing lazy circles over the shape of Booster's handprint. "Women in this time really love an old fashioned bear."
"You certainly don't fit in any of our standard molds of beauty, that's for certain." Booster's tongue dipped into Ted's bellybutton, which made him shiver, hands raising as if to swat him away. Booster turned his head and kissed the inside of Ted's palm, stopping him. "I've always loved that about you," he added, smiling into the warm skin.
"That I'm different?"
"That you're you."
Ted gently cupped Booster's face with his hands, letting their eyes meet. They were quiet for a moment that felt like a lifetime, and Booster memorized the way Ted's features had aged over the years. Despite the laugh lines and wrinkles around the corners of his eyes, Ted was as handsome as ever.
"Hey, are you just going to stare at me, or are you going to make desperate reunion sex to me?" Ted finally challenged with a teasing smile, his tongue sliding over his lips.
Booster laughed and he left his face fall against Ted's soft stomach. "Can't I do both?"
"You can do both later." Ted tugged on Booster's hair, encouraging him, and he tightened his legs around Booster's waist, hips rocking up to show his eager arousal. "Frantic sex now, loving sex later."
"You haven't changed a bit." Booster slid a little further down Ted's body, following the trail of greying brown hairs until his mouth reached the waistband of those dark blue pinstripe pants. "Frantic sex it is then." And despite that, Booster was still for a moment, his tongue running along his lips, as if considering the matter at hand and he looked up at Ted again. "I love you," he repeated.
Ted's fingers curled in Booster's hair, scratching at his scalp, his face wrinkling with a smile. "I love you too."
Those words were enough for Booster and he charged forward, grabbing the zipper of Ted's pants with his teeth, pulling it down over the bulge of his prominent erection. Ted reached down, pushing his pants off, letting them fall to the floor in a pile. Booster laughed, tugging at the sock garters, and Ted squirmed, pulling Booster against him for another kiss, wrapping him up with arms and legs.
Booster returned the kiss, sliding his tongue past eager lips, rocking their hips together, pressing his hands against the desk, leaving handprints on the surface in gold and blue. Ted moaned into the kiss, ankles locking, heels digging into the small of his back as he rocked his hips back. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of Booster's pants, pushing them down, past the curve of his ass, wanting to feel flesh against flesh.
Cocks slid against each other, skin slick with precum, and despite the years that had passed between them, they fell into the same familiar rhythm of their bodies.
Ted laughed when he felt Booster push into him, and his legs tightened, hands knocking off pens, and leaving behind a streak of color across the surface of his desk. Booster kissed that laughing mouth, smiling as he rocked into him. Ted's laughter turned to moans, and he screwed his eyes shut, resting his head on Booster's shoulder, biting the flesh, fingers digging into his back.
They came like dominos, Ted first then Booster, their bodies shuddering together, muscles tensing. The sounds of their moans and panting filled the space around them, echoing off the walls. Booster collapsed, boneless, atop of Ted, his head falling into the crook of his neck, as Ted let himself sprawl helplessly atop his desk, fingers drawing lazy circles across his desk, over Booster's handprints, across the shape of their love making.
"I can't believe it took you that long to find the clue I left you," Ted finally muttered, breaking the silence, as he ran his fingers through Booster's hair, toying playfully with the spot where the hair was beginning to thin.
"You could have left it in a more obvious place," Booster argued into the skin of Ted's shoulder, rubbing his hand over the hairs of Ted's chest.
"If I made it too obvious, you would have found it too soon."
Booster couldn't argue with that statement. It would have been ridiculous to find the clue before Ted had seemingly died. "Yeah, well... I wish I could have found it sooner..."
"You found it eventually, that's what matters." Ted turned his head to kiss the top of Booster's head, lovingly, affectionately. "So, tell me about yourself, Mister Carter. I believe we have some catching up to do."
Booster sat up suddenly, peeling himself from Ted's warm body, and he used the sleeve of his shirt to clean off the sex from Ted's stomach. "Well, I save the universes on a daily basis," he began, speaking idly, as if creeping carefully around the subject at hand.
"Ever the hero, Booster Gold."
"It's my lot in life." Booster pulled his hand back, and he gently tugged Ted's shirt closed, as if half trying to dress him. "I also got married."
"Married?" Ted felt all the air get sucked out of him and he swiped his hand across his desk, making the image they had created with their bodies disappear. He sat up.
"Yeah." Booster sounded reluctant to give the statement an affirmation. "We have a son."
"Married?" Ted repeated, sounding breathless.
Booster was looking away now, staring at an empty spot on the wall. "Yes, Ted. Married. I'm married. I have a son."
"How could you--"
"I thought you were dead, Ted! Was I supposed to be alone forever?" Booster was looking at him, his brow furrowed.
Ted shook his head as he slid from the edge of the desk, buttoning up his shirt. "How could you cheat on your wife, was what I was trying to say." He sounded disappointed. "I mean, I thought you were better than that, Booster." It was the calm in Ted's voice that bothered Booster the most. It wasn't angry, it wasn't irritated or annoyed. It was just disappointed.
"Ted, I love you." It was all Booster could say in the moment, as if begging for forgiveness without saying the words.
"And your wife? Do you love your wife?"
"Of course I do. She's..." Booster trailed off, watching Ted dress. Ted didn't have to say it, but he knew Ted, and he knew what Ted was implying. She wasn't a Gladys. For one, she was real. For another, she was perfect, and he loved her, and she was the mother of his son, and... "She'd grind my bones into dust if she knew I did this to her."
Ted pulled the suspenders onto his shoulders. "Then you better tell her." He looked back at Booster, a wry smile on his lips.
"That's cruel, Ted. That's cruel." Booster pulled the zipper of his pants up, flattening the waistband against his stomach. He reached for his glasses, sliding them back onto his nose and behind his ears. "She knows how much you mean to me, you know."
Ted perched himself on the corner of his desk, swinging his feet, looking like a child. "Do I know her?"
Booster sat down next to him, putting an arm around his shoulders. "Yeah, you definitely know her."
Ted leaned his head on Booster's shoulder, eyes closing. "She's really that much stronger than you, huh?" There was teasing in his voice, the kind that was trying to hide the sound of abandonment.
"She's way stronger than me." Booster turned to press a kiss against Ted's head, smelling him, the lingering scent of sweat in his hair. "It's really over between us, huh?"
"I really don't want Kara to kill me."
Booster laughed, and he wrapped his arms around Ted, hugging him close. "She'd kill me first."