Page 24 of Breathless Recruiter

“That’s not as exciting.”

I chuckled. “You go on, I’ll make sure he is safely locked away.”

“You sure?”

I waved him off. “Consider your first team-up a success.” It had been, and I hoped it wouldn’t be our last. “Thanks for the save at the end.”

Discord would make a mighty fine hero. Maybe we could work out a sidekick situation until he was ready to save Vanguard on his own. He hopped into the air, giving me a quick salute before turning to fly away.

“If you ever need rescuing, let me know.”

I heard that before from…

Dustin?

Discord. Dustin. “It can’t be.”

The adorable guard from work had a secret identity? My mind reeled at the information. For the last ten minutes, I stood in the shower's spray, imagining Dustin naked. I’d mentally add the boots, then the suit, and finally the mask. It lined up. What were the chances?

I rewound the tape in my head, going back to the image of Dustin in nothing but his boxers… nope. Swap those out for briefs. With or without the suit, the man made me smile. I risked getting shampoo in my eyes to see my erection sticking straight out.

“I’ll get to you soon.”

The shower spray barely reached my chest. Earthlings came in many sizes, but most things were designed for the smaller versions. I bent over, washing the shampoo from my hair. One more round of cleaning behind my ears before I turned off the water. I ducked under the rod and grabbed a towel from the sink.

“If I know he’s a hero, does he know I’m one?”

I wanted to commend myself on my bravery today. Discord needed a mentor and with all the other heroes gone for the day, I stepped up. I think I did a good job. Lizard Lad went to prison, and I recovered the stolen money. Fun fact, he had been an ordinary man bitten by a radioactive lizard. No surprise there.

“Good job, Wyatt.” I patted myself on the shoulder.

But as Wyatt, Dustin had saved me from a furry hell beast and then a hotheaded supervillain. Maybe being a scaredy cat worked? I’d have to be more heroic as Mr. Supreme if I wanted to protect my secret identity.IfI wanted to protect it.

I could be wrong about it all. The way his tongue stuck out from the corner of his mouth, I’d bet my last Fudgy bar on it. His last words, what were the chances two different men would use the same phrase?

“Huh. Does this mean I kissed Discord, too? Wait, if I like Discord, would Dustin be mad? Am I cheating on Dustin by thinking about Discord?”

I glanced in the mirror, amused by my confused expression. I thought having a secret made life hard. Liking a man with his own secret made my head hurt. Could I ask Janet for advice? She’d suggest I knock boots with them both. I should probably buy a pair and find out.

I moved through the doorway, my shoulders in tight so I fit. Hovering an inch above the floor, I giggled as the threads of the carpet tickled my feet. As I squeezed into my bedroom, I was about to throw the towel in the hamper when I paused.

Hmm.

I shut the door to my room, turning off the lights. The nightlight next to the bed flickered to life. The pink unicorn was just enough to keep the shadows at bay. Despite every person agreeing nothing lived under my bed, Pointy made sure nothing grabbed my feet in the middle of the night. It might have a smile on its face, but I’m sure it would wrestle shadowy creatures to the ground and stab them.

I pulled back the comforter and crawled into bed, nestling my head on the oversized pillows. Grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I curled into a ball. I clutched my body pillow while I flicked open the screen. In the HeroApp™, I found Discord’s profile. There were a few pictures posted from our encounter with Lizard Lad. Bad guys needed to work on their names. It had taken me months before settling on Mr. Supreme, the perfect statement for who I wanted to be. Not that I lived up to it, but at least it sounded cool.

I zoomed in, squinting as I imagined Discord without his mask. It always amazed me how a piece of fabric did the job of protecting our identities. That’s why I wore glasses as Wyatt. Nobody would suspect Mr. Supreme needed corrective eye-wear.

The tongue peeked from the corner of his mouth. The photo wouldn’t zoom anymore. Instead, I closed my eyes, imagining those lips pressed against mine. Would kissing Discord be the same? I wanted to kiss both and compare. Then maybe I’d know for certain if he had an alter ego.

Of course… kissing wasn’t the only thing I wanted to do.

I glanced at the door, ensuring it had shut, another barrier should a villain find my home. Nestled away from the rest of the world, I flipped the screen to my super secret nighttime website. Since living on my own, I had bookmarked hundreds of videos of naked men touching each other. The site had something for every mood. The question was, what did I want to watch while I thought about Dustin in his briefs?

My cock stirred, ready for the attention. I flipped to a video of a man with a bushy beard and extra fluff around the waist. As soon as it started, the two men kissed, unbuttoning the other’s shirt. It was the same way Dustin and I had kissed, except we hadn’t taken off our shirts. Next time, I’d fix that. I wanted to touch more of him.

When they reached for their pants, I bit my lower lip. My favorite part of porn was anticipating what they hid in their underwear. Both wore briefs, one blue, the other green. Already, I could see their cocks straining against the fabric. Not knowing let my mind wander. With my free hand, I reached down, running my finger up and down my shaft.

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