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Nov. 26th, 2010 01:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaEven though they were the Justice League International there were enough Americans on the team that Thanksgiving just had to be celebrated. And of course since Thanksgiving was being celebrated the tradition had to be explained and then all non-Americans had started talking about similar traditions in their countries and of course had wanted to join in the festivities, not like the Americans would have excluded them. So Thanksgiving for the JLI was a big multicultural affair with lots of different food and of course a well done turkey.
"I'm stuffed." Ted whined before he flopped onto his bed. Then he rolled over onto his belly and rubbed his stomach through his shirt. "Oh man, so stuffed, I need to get out of these pants."
"You shouldn't have had four servings of stuffing, Ted. Four servings! Of two different kinds of stuffing!" Booster sat on the edge of Ted's bed and looked distinctly svelte and unbloated. He did look faintly tipsy though, which might have had to do with him drinking vodka with Dmitri. "And then there's the amount of gravy you poured onto your potatoes. You're going to give yourself a heart condition."
"Gravy is a Thanksgiving tradition, mister Gold." Ted slipped off the bed and unbelted his dress pants then let them drop to the floor. Booster had seen him in a lot less than his briefs, so Ted ignored his catcall and pulled on his work out shorts. They fit nice and loose around his middle and Ted heaved a sigh of relief before flopping back onto the bed. "And now for another thanksgiving tradition, the post turkey nap."
"Aw, c'mon." Booster poked Ted in the shoulder, but Ted shut his eyes and tuned Booster out. "There's going to be pie, later, and Guy's trying to get a touch football game going. C'mon, Ted!"
"If we start playing touch football someone is going to use their powers," Ted reasoned with his eyes firmly shut, "and they're going to use them on me and then I will puke chunks of turkey and stuffing everywhere. Now shut up and let the tryptophan do its work."
Booster muttered some things but eventually quieted. Ted snuggled back onto his bedspread until his head reached a pillow and then turned onto his side. Part of him wanted to tell Booster to skedaddle, but another part didn't really care. Booster'd leave when he wanted to. And if Booster annoyed him, well, Ted would just tell him to leave. Perfect solution. There was movement and the sound of sheets shifting, then a soft contented sigh. Booster must have laid down to join Ted in his turkey induced coma. Well good.
Ted had just started to drift off when Booster spoke. "Ted?"
"Yeah, Boost?" Ted murmured, half asleep and definitely not up to more than mumbled conversation.
"You awake?"
If Ted had been awake enough to roll his eyes he would have. Booster probably shouldn't have had vodka with Dmitri and some of Ice's mead.
"Yeah, Boost, still awake. What'a'ya' want?"
"Just wanna tell you I love you." Booster said, and that was certainly enough to get Ted's eyes to snap open. Booster was lying on his other pillow and smiling like a dope. "Not in a gay way. In a totally platonic best friends sometimes I stare at your ass, way."
Ted's tired and peaceful state of mind was quickly fleeing. Because, well, you didn't just say you 'loved' your best guy pal. Well, you did, you know, you could say you 'loved' him sarcastically, or you really 'loved' the way he grilled manly steaks, or you really 'loved' his wife or something but you didn't say you 'loved' him! "Uh, Booster…"
"And I really like your shorts too. And even if eating a drumstick shouldn't be sexy it totally was." Booster nodded his head up and down, rubbing his cheek against the embassy issue pillow. "And I mean sexy in a not gay way because you're not gay."
"We're not gay." Ted had to head this off quickly. Quickly, because with Booster talking like that something was bound to happen and Ted was not about to revisit his college days. He was a straight guy, with a straight arrow life, and he beat up bad guys with people like Batman. That meant no more pining after Dan Garrett or other sexy people. Especially not Booster.
"Right." Booster's dark golden eyelashes fluttered. "I'm bi, and you're straight. So not gay."
". . ." Ted thumped his face into his pillow and groaned. "What you are is DRUNK, Booster." His words were hopefully clear despite the pillow filling his mouth. "Take a nap."
"'kay." And just like that Booster was asleep, his cute empty golden head rested on Ted's pillow. Ted glanced at Booster before he buried his face in his pillow again. Maybe after a nap things would make sense again. Or Booster would be less drunk.
At least, after his nap, there would be pie. Mmm, pumpkin pie and whipped cream. Or maybe a la mode.
Booster would look good a la-
Bad brain. Ted thought firmly to himself. Sleep.
"I'm stuffed." Ted whined before he flopped onto his bed. Then he rolled over onto his belly and rubbed his stomach through his shirt. "Oh man, so stuffed, I need to get out of these pants."
"You shouldn't have had four servings of stuffing, Ted. Four servings! Of two different kinds of stuffing!" Booster sat on the edge of Ted's bed and looked distinctly svelte and unbloated. He did look faintly tipsy though, which might have had to do with him drinking vodka with Dmitri. "And then there's the amount of gravy you poured onto your potatoes. You're going to give yourself a heart condition."
"Gravy is a Thanksgiving tradition, mister Gold." Ted slipped off the bed and unbelted his dress pants then let them drop to the floor. Booster had seen him in a lot less than his briefs, so Ted ignored his catcall and pulled on his work out shorts. They fit nice and loose around his middle and Ted heaved a sigh of relief before flopping back onto the bed. "And now for another thanksgiving tradition, the post turkey nap."
"Aw, c'mon." Booster poked Ted in the shoulder, but Ted shut his eyes and tuned Booster out. "There's going to be pie, later, and Guy's trying to get a touch football game going. C'mon, Ted!"
"If we start playing touch football someone is going to use their powers," Ted reasoned with his eyes firmly shut, "and they're going to use them on me and then I will puke chunks of turkey and stuffing everywhere. Now shut up and let the tryptophan do its work."
Booster muttered some things but eventually quieted. Ted snuggled back onto his bedspread until his head reached a pillow and then turned onto his side. Part of him wanted to tell Booster to skedaddle, but another part didn't really care. Booster'd leave when he wanted to. And if Booster annoyed him, well, Ted would just tell him to leave. Perfect solution. There was movement and the sound of sheets shifting, then a soft contented sigh. Booster must have laid down to join Ted in his turkey induced coma. Well good.
Ted had just started to drift off when Booster spoke. "Ted?"
"Yeah, Boost?" Ted murmured, half asleep and definitely not up to more than mumbled conversation.
"You awake?"
If Ted had been awake enough to roll his eyes he would have. Booster probably shouldn't have had vodka with Dmitri and some of Ice's mead.
"Yeah, Boost, still awake. What'a'ya' want?"
"Just wanna tell you I love you." Booster said, and that was certainly enough to get Ted's eyes to snap open. Booster was lying on his other pillow and smiling like a dope. "Not in a gay way. In a totally platonic best friends sometimes I stare at your ass, way."
Ted's tired and peaceful state of mind was quickly fleeing. Because, well, you didn't just say you 'loved' your best guy pal. Well, you did, you know, you could say you 'loved' him sarcastically, or you really 'loved' the way he grilled manly steaks, or you really 'loved' his wife or something but you didn't say you 'loved' him! "Uh, Booster…"
"And I really like your shorts too. And even if eating a drumstick shouldn't be sexy it totally was." Booster nodded his head up and down, rubbing his cheek against the embassy issue pillow. "And I mean sexy in a not gay way because you're not gay."
"We're not gay." Ted had to head this off quickly. Quickly, because with Booster talking like that something was bound to happen and Ted was not about to revisit his college days. He was a straight guy, with a straight arrow life, and he beat up bad guys with people like Batman. That meant no more pining after Dan Garrett or other sexy people. Especially not Booster.
"Right." Booster's dark golden eyelashes fluttered. "I'm bi, and you're straight. So not gay."
". . ." Ted thumped his face into his pillow and groaned. "What you are is DRUNK, Booster." His words were hopefully clear despite the pillow filling his mouth. "Take a nap."
"'kay." And just like that Booster was asleep, his cute empty golden head rested on Ted's pillow. Ted glanced at Booster before he buried his face in his pillow again. Maybe after a nap things would make sense again. Or Booster would be less drunk.
At least, after his nap, there would be pie. Mmm, pumpkin pie and whipped cream. Or maybe a la mode.
Booster would look good a la-
Bad brain. Ted thought firmly to himself. Sleep.
