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Chris wasn’t so sure about this Vigilante guy. He was so eager to please, dripping with neediness like those dweebs who clung on to Chris in high school. But nerds had their uses – doing your homework for you, lending you their car so you could drive Christie Petroski behind the Waffle House and get a toothy blowjob, or in this case, letting you use their kick-ass boxing gym.
“What do you think?” asked Vigilante. Thank god for that stupid mask – it spared Chris from having to look at his probably stupid puppy dog expression, desperate for approval. Chris could admit, in his head, that the setup was pretty sweet. Vigilante had converted an old warehouse, and it was decked out with speed bags, punching bags, weight sets, and even a full boxing ring.
Chris gave the nearest bag an experimental whack and was impressed that it didn’t fly across the room. Reinforced chains?
Vigilante was hovering over his shoulder, and piped up. “I set out to create a super-gym. Right now it’s just me—or, well, me and you, if you want. But eventually we’ll have a whole meta-human crew in here. So I had to get top-line equipment. Shit that can really take a mega-hit.”
Chris was really impressed, but you couldn’t give fanboys like this too much validation at once. Better to drip-feed it, keep them chasing your approval (and handing out the free goodies in the process). He nodded once. “It’ll do for now. Where’s the locker room?”
Vigilante’s narrow shoulders slumped. He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. “Well, uh, I haven’t gotten to making that yet. It’s just the one big room, ya know? But I guess you could change in the foreman’s office?”
Vigilante pointed up a flight of rusted-ass stairs to a room with wide windows, that overlooked the warehouse floor. It looked about 40 feet up, easy. Thinking about being up that high, with just a rickety metal catwalk below him… Chris’s stomach dropped.
“Right here is fine.” Chris dropped his gym bag on the floor and started taking off his shirt.
“Oh, uh, OK, sure thing. Then I guess I can go change in the office…”
Chris rolled his eyes. “Fuck that. Just change here. What, you embarrassed your pubes haven’t come in yet?” Chris leered, then momentarily panicked. He didn’t actually know how old this dude was. What if Vigilante was a teenager? And if Chris was caught with his pants down, everyone would think he was a fuckin’ predator. Even worse, a gay predator.
Chris averted his eyes and finished taking off his jeans. But when he snuck a glance at Vigilante, he saw he had nothing to worry about. This was clearly a full-grown man.
“Whoa, dude. Nice cock.”
With almost superhuman speed, Vigilante’s hands flew downward to cover his crotch. “What the fuck, dude?”
Chris shrugged. “I didn’t expect it, is all. You’re a pretty wiry dude, kinda short. You don’t exactly carry yourself like you’re swinging a third leg around. Just, congrats, man.”
Vigilante attempted to pull on his basketball shorts without removing his hands from his junk. “Uh, thanks, I guess? I dunno, that seems kinda gay, bro.”
The fuck did that nerd just say? Chris had few choice words for Vigilante about who was the gay one here, borrowed from his Dad’s rants, but he heroically bit his tongue. It was 2008, and even the cool kids couldn’t say anti-gay shit like that anymore. Instead, Chris whipped his jeans at Vigilante’s narrow chest. They made an audible snap, leaving a red mark on his pale skin. “Fuck you, that’s not gay. That’s just one alpha male building another man up for his natural masculinity. Look, if it makes you feel better, you can critique mine.”
Chris faced Vigilante, his hardware hanging proud. Vigilante covered both his eyes over the dumb visor. Then, seeing that it left his dick out, moved one hand to hold his crotch while the other kinda covered his eyes, hunched over in an awkward standing-crouch with his legs crossed.
Oh, this was too easy. Chris pushed him over—he couldn’t help it, the dude looked so dumb and vulnerable like that. And fine, maybe he was still pretty sore about the gay comment. Why would anyone think Chris was gay? He was basically Evergreen’s most masculine guy who still had all his teeth!
He used about a teaspoon of his full strength, but the well-endowed nerd still tumbled to the concrete floor. Chris stood over him. “The fuck is wrong with you? You that scared to even look at a penis? Man up, fa- fucker.” Chris caught the slur just before it escaped.
Vigilante looked up. Chris felt strange under his gaze, not being able to see where the man was looking behind the reflective visor. But he stood stoically still, hands on hips, and waited.
Finally, Vigilante murmured, “You have a, uh, nice, erm, setup as well, Peacemaker.”
Chris smiled, and extended a hand to Vigilante. “See, that wasn’t so hard. And you’re a better man for it.” He yanked the nerd to his feet. It was hard to tell without seeing his face, but Vigilante seemed to be more confident, to stand taller now. Chris clapped him on the back. “Now how’s about you wrestle that trouser anaconda into a pair of shorts, and we go a couple rounds in the ring like some real alpha bro superheroes?”
Vigilante bounced into the ring like a hyper, unfixed puppy dog. And if Lil’ Peacemaker started rocking a semi, well, then that was just the result of pre-workout excitement.