Date: Wed, 6 Aug 2014 18:06:05 -0700
From: R B <castoryteller@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Secret Identity Chapter 16

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My Secret Identity
Chapter 16

Six months later...

It was only a few days before Thanksgiving and Bobby was spending the night
at Spencer's.  He held the boy of his dreams close to his chest and stroked
his soft brown hair while silvery moonlight illuminated his angelic face.
The boys had undergone a whirlwind of changes in the months since the
Robbie Matthews incident downtown but if you asked Bobby he'd tell you they
were stronger for it.

The small circle of people who know about his powers had grown.  His
parents and the McCoy's were now privy to the secret and while they'd been
concerned at first, they understood Bobby had to continue the work he was
doing and Spencer had to help.  Spencer's powers had grown by leaps and
bounds and the boys were now partners in every way possible.

Earlier that night they'd kissed and explored each other's bodies.  While
they hadn't made love yet both knew the time was coming and savored the
last days of innocence.  Bobby lay awake knowing that the night wasn't
quite over yet.  He smiled down at Spencer, enthralled as ever by the
beauty of the warm and gentle creature beside him.  There was a chill in
the air but Bobby couldn't resist the urge to peel back the blankets.  The
boys were naked from their last burst of spent sexual energy, except for
Spencer who kept his socks on because his feet were always cold.  Bobby
didn't care, he thought his boyfriend naked in just his socks was about the
cutest thing there was.

He kissed the top of Spencer's head and stroked his cheek then moved his
hand down the boy's body.  He stopped to rub his fingers back and forth
across Spencer's tummy and then let his lovers resting penis nestle into
the palm of his hand.

Bobby was enraptured by Spencer's penis.  It was cute in ways he didn't
understand and one of his favorite things to do was hold it in his hand
while it was soft and innocent.  It seemed strange that a 5 inch tube of
skin and blood could be the source of the most important relationship in
his life.  It wasn't that he'd reduced his relationship with Spencer to the
purely sexual; it was that the little cock symbolized everything that was
boy.  A few months ago the fact that he liked a boy made Bobby incredibly
nervous but now, with the benefit of hindsight, he couldn't really see what
the fuss was about.  His mother saw him kiss Spencer when he rescued them
from that van and there was no reason to hide it anymore.  If anything his
relationship with his mom and dad since coming out was stronger than it had
been before.

Bobby caressed Spencer's limp noodle gently and thought about what a
blessed life he led.  He had parents who loved him, a boyfriend who cared
for him so deeply you could almost read the love on his face and a team of
friends who were closer to him than any brothers and sisters could ever be.

Spencer woke as his penis began to harden and wrapped his hand around
Bobby's.  He'd woken like this many times and appreciated it for what it
was, a romantic gesture.  It wasn't about getting off.  Bobby wasn't
playing with him to make him cum.  Bobby held Spencer's penis because it
was the most intimate and special place he could touch him.  A place where
only his hands would ever be.  Bobby never explained this fact to Spencer,
he didn't have too.  Spencer was just as capable of reading the love on a
person's face as Bobby was.

"Sorry I woke you," Bobby whispered.

"Don't be.  You know I love it when you touch me there," Spencer smiled
dreamily.

"I was just laying here thinking of how lucky I am."

"I think I'm pretty lucky too," Spencer grinned and hugged Bobby just a
little tighter.

"This is the first Thanksgiving I've actually got something special to be
thankful for," said Bobby.

"Really?"

"Sure.  When I was a little kid I didn't really understand and then the
years I was gone, well, we didn't really celebrate Thanksgiving on the
Wall," Bobby explained.  "But this year I got to come home to my mom and
dad and I'm in a relationship with someone I'll love for the rest of my
life.  Pretty good things to be thankful for, don't you think?"

"I see your point but you know what Jason would say?"

"Yeah, `Fag!" the boys laughed together.

The team had no problem accepting Bobby's homosexuality and they welcomed
Spencer with open arms.  That didn't mean Jason had given up teasing his
friends relentlessly.

"Crap, you shouldn't have mentioned his name," Bobby groaned as his iPhone
rang.  No one else would call him this late.  It had to be a member of the
team.  He laughed when he looked at the caller ID and discovered it was
indeed Jason calling.  "Dude, I know crime never sleeps but don't you think
it could take an occasional night off?"

"What?" Jenna replied.  That made Bobby snicker.  Jason had been after
Jenna for months and it looked like they were finally a couple.

"Nothing, I thought you were J.  What's up?"

Bobby listened closely and when he hung up the phone he swung his legs over
the side of the bed and sat up.

"Ugh, do we have to?" Spencer stretched and whined.

"Come on," said Bobby.  He grabbed Spencer by the wrist and pulled him to
his feet.  Unbeknownst to Spencer, Bobby had been waiting for that call.
The only real surprise was that Jenna had made it and not Jason.
Everything was in place.  It was time to head out.

The boys quickly changed into their "uniforms."  The old t-shirt and cargo
pants weren't sufficient in Jenna's mind and now that the team was working
together she'd decided the Wardens of the West needed proper apparel.
Proper apparel turned out to be jeans, t-shirts, hoodie's and sneakers.
The boys, having grown up with comic books and blockbuster superhero
movies, felt they needed something more dramatic.  Jenna, ever the
pragmatist, convinced them that dressed this way they'd blend in with the
teenage population and when they fought together they'd have a kind of
continuity.  She let them keep their black domino masks though, after all,
it was important to protect their secret identities.

"Ready," Spencer chirped when his mask was in place.

"You've got to be kidding me," Bobby griped when they stepped outside and
rain began to fall.

"Looks like a nice night to fly to Portland," Spencer giggled.

For the last several months Spencer had been working with Jenna and Bobby
to hone his powers and during the course of that training a new ability had
presented itself.  Spencer could fly.  Bobby missed the intimacy of having
Spencer ride on his back but it was a lot more convenient for them to hold
hands when they took off.

It was a short trip along the Pacific coast and when they reached Portland,
Spencer guided them to the address Jenna had given them with the Google
Maps app on his iPhone.  Jenna must have called Jeremy first because he was
waiting with she and Jason when Bobby and Spencer joined them on the roof
of what looked like an abandoned church.  Bobby quickly noted Jenna and
Jason were holding hands.  When she saw where his eyes had fallen, Jenna
blushed and Jason grinned like the cat who ate the canary.

"What took you so long boss-man?" asked Jason as he greeted Bobby and
Spencer with his signature bear hug.

"You caught us in the middle of our beauty sleep," Spencer teased.

"I told Jason to let you guys have the night off," Jeremy laughed.  "You
two need all the beauty sleep you can get!"

"Ha, ha, up yours," Bobby retorted, then he and Spencer hugged Jeremy too.

"Can we get started?" said Jenna, stepping forward for her hug.  The team
always greeted each other with hugs.  They'd shared so much in training and
in their new roles in the present timeline that the embraces where a
comfort and reminder of what they fought for.

"Yes mom," Bobby rolled his eyes and shot Jenna a wink.

Jenna smiled smugly and stepped to the edge of a gaping hole in the roof.
She jumped down and landed gingerly in the darkness below as the boys
followed her.

"What is this place?" asked Spencer as Jenna and Jason began lighting
candles on what turned out to be, in fact, the alter of an abandoned
church.

"Ain't ya ever been to church before, ya heathen?" Jason laughed and
Spencer shot him the finger.

Bobby smiled.  Though Spencer didn't know it yet, this was a special night.
A night he'd remember for the rest of his life.  As Bobby woke to the
powers he'd been given and his memory ceased to be a mystery to him, he
recalled several instances where he'd told Jared Crane none of them had
asked for their gifts.  Something had always troubled Bobby about those
statements. There was something he'd been missing and he didn't realize
what it was until he'd been reunited with the other Wardens of the West.

The last night they'd spent together on the Wall, Jared had woken them in
the night.  He said there was an emergency on Earth and the Wardens were
being dispatched on their latest mission.  The team was extremely confident
in their abilities at that point and blindly followed their training
master.  When they reached St. James Cathedral in London, they found the
sworn brothers, the Watchers on the Wall, gathered in gleaming white robes.
It was time for the team to take their oaths.

"What do we need an oath for," Jason had asked. "You've spent all this time
training us already."

"We have shared our gifts with you, Jason Wallace," said Jared, "but we
cannot make the choice to use them for you.  The final choice must be
yours."

It had been a simple oath but it united them, bonded them as a team.
Spencer was one of them now.  He had the gifts, he was getting the training
but his acceptance wouldn't be complete until he'd made the promises his
team had made.  Bobby had been planning this for weeks, or rather, was
smart enough to let Jenna plan it for him.

Bobby walked up the steps towards the altar and stood alongside Jenna,
Jason and Jeremy.  Spencer made to follow but stopped in his tracks when
Bobby raised his hand.

"Stop," Bobby commanded.  "Come no further."

"Uh what's going on?" asked Spencer, confused at why he was being cast out
of the tightknit group.

"Spencer McCoy, kneel before the altar," Bobby instructed.

"I'm not gonna..." Spencer began.

"The Warden of Seattle commands you to kneel!" Jeremy's voice boomed across
the vacant expanse of the sanctuary.

Jeremy was a quiet and soft spoken guy.  He loved to horse around with his
teammates but when they weren't playing he was rather reserved.  Spencer
had never heard him shout before and instantly knelt as ordered.

"Do you, Spencer McCoy, pledge to be a warrior for the dignity, honor and
justice of all mankind?" asked Bobby.

"Uh, what?"

"I said, do you, Spencer McCoy, pledge to be a warrior for the dignity,
honor and justice of all mankind?" Bobby repeated himself.

Spencer thought he was joking at first but stopped himself from making a
flip remark when he saw the seriousness in Bobby's expression.

"Yes, I do," said Spencer.

"Do you pledge to shine your light on the evil that lurks in the hearts of
men and to be a protector of the weak and the innocent?" asked Jeremy.

"I do."

"Do you pledge to keep moving forward no matter how dark the path may
become trusting that with the help of your brothers and sisters you'll find
your way?" asked Jenna.

"I do."

"Do you pledge to fight this day and all the days to come too beacon in
places where hope can scarcely shine through?" asked Jason.

"I do."

"Spencer McCoy, you have spoken these words in the presence of God and men.
Have you done so of your own free will?" asked Bobby.

"I have."

"Brothers and sisters, do the acolytes words ring true?" asked Bobby.
"Warden Gardner?"

"Aye."

"Warden Clinton?"

"Aye."

"Warden Wallace?"

"Yeap," Jason chirped, the others rolled their eyes.

"Spencer McCoy, your brothers and sisters judge your heart to be true.
Stand and be recognized."

The team clapped and cheered as Spencer stood and then each of them hugged
him.  Bobby went last.

"That was kind of intense," Spencer whispered.

"It's official, you're one of us now," said Bobby.  "It's the same oath the
Watchers gave us."

"Awesome," Spencer pecked him on the cheek.

"This calls for a celebration!" Jason declared.

"What did you have in mind?" Bobby smiled as he put his arm around
Spencer's shoulder.

"Well, we always have fun beating up scumbags," Jason grinned.

"Boy's," Jenna rolled her eyes.

Bobby looked at the smiling faces of his teammates.  When he'd set out on
his own as the Boy Wonder he'd been confident in his powers but not so much
in himself.  That was gone now.  Shortly after the incident in Seattle he
realized that no matter what happened next, his team would be at his back
and there was nothing they couldn't accomplish together.  The world was
still a dangerous place.  Idrid Crow was still out there and his
repatriates were popping up all over but then so were new heroes.  Bobby
took great comfort knowing he wasn't alone.  He'd never be alone again.

"Last one to stop an armed robbery is a rotten egg!" Bobby shouted.  He
grabbed Spencer's hand and leapt into the sky, the rest of the team
shouting and cheering behind them.

THE END

Stay tuned for the further adventures of Bobby, Spencer, Jenna, Jason and
Jeremy in My Secret Identity II: The Wardens of the West.
Coming...eventually.