jen's green lantern/mr terrific fic recs

guy gardner/michael holt

• in five years time we might not get along (in five years time you might just prove me wrong) by luvinescence (The first time was an honest to god mistake. Adrenaline, relief. Wanting to get back at Guy for being insufferable. The second and third time, too, were mistakes. The fourth was unfortunate. A decontamination shower gone haywire. By the fifth time, Michael had started to run out of excuses. – Not any of the particular times they hooked up but the lead up, the consequences, and the Mr. Terrific-grade refusal to acknowledge anything remotely romantic (and in turn, traumatizing their local Hawkgirl).)
• all night by queermobius (Mister Terrific prefers matte black lipstick in the shade called “All Night”. Guy Gardner doesn’t wear any makeup - never has, probably never will - except for in this exact situation: with Michael pinned down in the bed, back pressed against the sheets, wetly mouthing at his neck like the fate of the world depends on it.)
• Superman (2025) but awesome by frozsz
• Superman (2025) but awesome 3 by frozsz
• the justice gang by chnsvng (“Mikee,” he whines, crossing the room to squeeze into his husband’s armchair. “What’s wrong with Justice Gang?” Michael squawks angrily as Guy drops into his lap, squashing the newspaper in his hands. He groans, rolling his eyes as Guy turns to straddle his thighs. Guy grips the back of his head, pulling him into a kiss. “C’mon honeybear, what’s so bad about it?” Michael cringes, pulling away. “Honeybear? Really?” Guy grins proudly. “You like it? I came up with it myself.” “You’re making it extremely difficult for me to resist shoving you off me right now,” he says dryly. “Oh yeah?” Guy’s hands slide down to grip Michael’s waist. “Well, your refusal of my wonderful name is making it extremely difficult for me to feel loved.)
• oh, baby, give me one more chance by boasamishipper (From the floor, Kendra wheezes, “You got a fucking bowl cut on purpose?” “It’s an homage,” Guy says through his teeth.)
• Call the Doctor by paranoidromantic (“No,” he paused, looking over himself in the mirror, “No I’m not doing this.” He heard Guy laugh from where he was sitting in the living room. “You lost the bet fair and square, honeybun.” Michael grimaced at the pet name. Giving himself one last once over before leaving the bathroom. “Explain to me how this,” he gestures to his ensemble, “Is indicative of any kind of loss on my part.)