Date: Mon, 26 May 2014 17:09:40 -0700
From: R B <castoryteller@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Secret Identity Chapter 7

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My Secret Identity

Chapter 7

"How about this one?"

"No."

"What's wrong with it?"

"I told you, no capes."

"What's wrong with capes?"

"Seriously?" said Bobby, giving Spencer an annoyed glare.

"Ok, ok, no capes, geez."

Spencer was eager to help Bobby with anything he could to make his life as
a crime fighter easier.  As it turned out, he needed a costume.  He
couldn't continue to fight crime as Tommy the Timberwolf.  One, he'd
ditched the costume, two, it was such an awkward thing to wear and three,
even the bank robbers had laughed at him.  Not to mention the news
coverage.  The story of the bank robbery made all the papers and though
everyone agreed what the Timberwolf had done was heroic, the late night
comedians were having a field day.

It was Monday after school and after a short stop by his house to pick up
his comic book collection, Spencer headed for Bobby's.  The boys kicked
their shoes off and were lying on Bobby's bed, thumbing through the comics
to find inspiration.  Bobby set two firm rules as soon as they started,
one, no capes and two, he would not be wearing his underwear as outerwear.

"I got it," snapped Spencer.  "What about this one, minus the cape?"

"Robin?"

"You're Robin, he's Robin.  It fits."

"My mom's the only one who calls me Robin," Bobby reminded him. "Not to
mention that costume violates rule number two."

"He's not wearing underwear over his pants," Spencer pointed out.

"No, he's not wearing pants at all!  Just little green briefs."

"Their cute," Spencer grinned.

"Well, Robin's a sidekick so if anyone is going to be fighting crime in his
underwear, it's going to be you."

"Hey, my job is to hang out at base and monitor communications for you.  I
could, and probably will, do that in my underwear," Spencer giggled.

"Spence, I need you to focus.  This is important.

"Right, sorry."

"It's ok," Bobby smiled and pecked him on the cheek, then went back to
paging through the comics.  "What do you think of this one?"

"Superboy?"

"I think I have most of that stuff in my closet."

"It's pretty simple," said Spencer. "I think most boys probably have that
stuff in their closet."

"Be right back," said Bobby.

Bobby disappeared in to his walk-in closet.  Spencer heard a few crashes
and some muttered curses but a few minutes later Bobby emerged.  He was
wearing a black form fitting t-shirt that showed off his toned pectorals
and narrow waist.  The shirt was tucked into charcoal grey cargo pants
which were in turn tucked into a pair of black combat boots.  The outfit
was completed by a pair of black Under Armour batting gloves.  It wasn't
exactly what Superboy wore but it was a pretty close approximation.

"Where did you get the combat boots?"

"Swiped em from my dad."

"Really?  Where did he get them?" asked Spencer.  Mr. Fixx was more of the
suit and tie kind of guy.

"He's in the Army Reserves."

"I didn't know that."

"The Army paid for law school. The only condition was he had to serve a few
years in the JAG Corps.  He likes it so he sticks around."

"Hmm, who knew?" said Spencer, expressing his surprise.

"Back to the matter at hand, what do you think of the outfit?"

"Well, it has its pros.  You can move around in it and the dark colors will
conceal you.  It should be easy to carry around in your backpack for quick
changes.  One question though, what's with the batting gloves?"

"They're tight around my fingers so I won't lose any dexterity and they've
got good grip," Bobby explained.

"Yeah but why do you need gloves in the first place?"

"Duh, finger prints.  What's the point of concealing my identity if anyone
can just dust for prints and find mine all over the place."

"Good point.  I can't believe I over looked that."

"So you think this will work?"

"Yeah, and you look cute too," Spencer winked.  Bobby blushed.

"The only problem I see is how to conceal my face."

"I got that covered," said Spencer as he reached for his backpack.  "Now
don't laugh but this came from the costume I wore to Hunter's Halloween
party last year."

Spencer handed over a small black domino mask.

"How do you keep it on your face?" asked Bobby, there wasn't any kind of
tie or strap.

"Spirit gum.  I brought that too."

Spencer took the spirit gum from his backpack and applied some to the mask.
Bobby put it on and it stuck in place.

"Cool, where did you get this?"

"Picked it up on Amazon."

"What did you go as?"

"Er, Robin." Spencer blushed.

"Oh my God, that's why you suggested the Robin costume!  You've already got
the little green undies!" Bobby laughed.

"Shut up!" Spencer growled then laughed himself.

"So, how do I look?"

"I hardly recognize you," Spencer teased.

"Spence..."

"I think you look like a hero."

"Really?"

"Yeap, but then you've always looked like that to me," Spencer blushed.

"Awwww, Spence, you're so full of crap."  Both boys laughed. "I guess the
only thing left to do is pick out some sort of name."

"Nope, you don't get to do that."

"Why?"

"Because, you're going to get media attention and it's not like you can do
interviews or send out a press release.  They'll give you a name in the
first news story and that'll probably stick," said Spencer.

"Uh, what if the name they pick sucks?"

"You'll have to live with it."

"Nothing I can do about it?"

"Not really.  Now, can we make out?" Spencer grinned wickedly.

Bobby hopped on the bed and playfully tackled Spencer.  They started
kissing and made out until they heard the garage door open.  Bobby's mom
was home.

"We need to do this as much as we can," Bobby giggled when they pulled
apart.

"I agree.  "Hey, you wanna sleep over Friday? It's the last day of school
and we're hanging out at the fire house that night."

"Sure, that sounds fun but why are you hanging out at the fire house?"

"Dad's got the night shift so mom's going to whip up a batch of her four
alarm chili for the guys.  It's a big job so me and the girls are supposed
to help her serve."

Spencer's father, Danny McCoy, was a captain in the Tacoma Fire Department.
Bobby remembered Mr. McCoy taking them on a tour of the fire house, and for
a ride in the truck, when he and Spencer were little boys.

"I think that sounds like a blast.  Count me in," Bobby agreed.

Over the next few days Bobby and Spencer spent their time studying for
finals and turning Spencer's studio into their headquarters.  They figured
Bobby would be able to cover both Tacoma and Seattle so they bought wall
size maps of King and Pierce counties.  Bobby hadn't figured out how to
pick the lock on his dad's briefcase yet but Spencer had an alternative
plan for finding criminals.  Early in his career, Danny McCoy carried a
portable police scanner with him to monitor communications at work.  He
hadn't touched it in years so the boys decided they would use for their
work.

Spencer also came up with a device made out of Velcro and nylon straps so
Bobby could strap his iPhone to his wrist.  This way he'd be able to follow
his GPS, read incoming texts and thanks to Bluetooth, keep in communication
with Spencer.  The folks at Apple would never know it but they made all the
equipment America's first superhero needed to hit the streets and stay
linked in.

Bobby gave it a lot of thought and talked it over with Spencer before
deciding he should only respond to major emergencies or life threatening
situations.  He couldn't use his powers to rescue cats from trees or hunt
down shoplifters.  He had to focus his efforts on the big, dangerous, fish.
While there was plenty of crime in the Tacoma-Seattle area, none of it rose
to a level Bobby felt he should respond to so the last week of school was a
quiet one.

Spencer's family was about as Irish as you could get.  His dad was a
fireman, they had a small army of kids and all of his sister's had red
hair.  Bobby loved hanging out at the McCoy's house; it was always so
lively compared to his house.  Spencer was happy to have Bobby over too.
It's not that he didn't like being at Bobby's it's just that Mr. and
Mrs. Fixx decorated their house like a museum and he was always afraid he
was going to break something valuable.

On Friday the boys met Bobby's mom in the faculty parking lot and she drove
them to Spencer's.  Bobby packed a small overnight bag that morning and of
course his backpack, which his mother noticed he seemed to be taking
everywhere these days.  When they arrived at Spencer's, Miranda kissed
Bobby on the cheek, ruffled Spencer's hair and then sent them on their way.
A couple of hours later, they jumped in the McCoy's Suburban with Spencer's
mom and his three older sisters, Mary, Sara and Rebecca.

When they got to the fire house, the boys unloaded the groceries while the
girls helped their mother in the kitchen.  When Mrs. McCoy's famous four
alarm chili was ready, they carried the huge pots out to the dining room
and helped dish out bowls for the fire fighters before serving themselves
and joining Spencer's family.

"This smells really good, Mrs. McCoy," said Bobby.

"Thank you sweetie," she smiled.  Irish mothers are all alike.  Compliment
their cooking and they're putty in your hands.

"Why do they call it four alarm chili?"

"Taste it," Spencer grinned.

Bobby took a heaping spoonful of chili and put it in his mouth.  He had to
struggle not to spit it out.  It was delicious but it was about the hottest
thing he'd ever eaten.

"Holy crap!" said Bobby as he reached for his water glass.

"You don't like it?" Mrs. McCoy frowned.

"It's great, it's just so hot! I didn't realize it would be that spicy."

"Spence, you didn't warn him?" his mother admonished.

"Must have slipped my mind," he grinned.

"I am so getting you back for that," Bobby smiled wickedly.  He enjoyed the
rest of his chili but made sure to take smaller bites.  He was still
sweating.

They were just finishing up their meal when the alarm sounded and a voice
came from the wall mounted speaker.

"Station 5 this is dispatch.  We've got an apartment fire at the corner of
16th and Olympic.  Please respond immediately."

"You heard the lady, boys.  Saddle up," said Captain McCoy.

The fire fighters dropped everything and scrambled out of the room to put
on their protective gear.

"Dad, dad," Spencer shouted after his father.  "Can me and Bobby come?"

"I don't know Spence. A fire is not really a place for kids."

"Please, we won't get out of the truck.  I swear."

Danny traded a look with his wife and when she shrugged her shoulders, he
gave in.

"Alright, stay in the truck and don't touch anything," said Captain McCoy,
then he ran off to gather his equipment.

Since the boys didn't have to change, they raced to the truck and climbed
into the cab.  Despite his reluctance to bring the boys with him, Mr. McCoy
had taken Spencer before.  It was a new and exciting experience for Bobby
and he felt a huge rush of adrenalin as the siren wailed and they sped
downtown.

When they arrived at the scene, Captain McCoy jumped down from the truck
and started issuing orders.  It was a 6 story apartment building.  The fire
began in the basement but quickly spread to the first floor.  Most of the
residents had been able to get out before the blaze grew too much but there
were still people believed to be on the 5th and 6th floors.  There was a
ladder truck on its way to rescue the residents on the upper floors but at
the rate the fire was burning, they might not make it in time.  Captain
McCoy made a snap decision; he and his men were going in.  Bobby thought it
was about the most heroic thing he'd ever witnessed.

Despite agreeing not to touch anything, Spencer reached up front and turned
on the trucks radio.  It was tuned to the frequency the fire fighters used
on their walkie-talkies and the boys were able to listen to everything
taking place inside the building.  The boys stared out the windows watching
the action unfold.  Flames destroyed windows and licked the exterior of the
building charring the brick façade.  Suddenly there was a crash so loud
the boys heard it where they were sitting.

"Dispatch this is unit 2. Part of the stairwell collapsed on McCoy and
Sherwood.  We've got Debris blocking the path and the fire is getting
worse.  Over."

"Daddy," Spencer winced and leaned towards the radio.

"Roger unit 2, can you get Captain McCoy and fireman Sherwood out of
there?"

"Negative.  We need more men.  There's too much weight.  We can't move
debris and hose down the flames all at once."

"Roger unit 2.  Standby, backup is on its way.  ETA, five minutes."

"Tell them to move their asses, dispatch.  We may not have five minutes.
This building is falling apart!"

Spencer's heart felt like it was stuck in his throat.

"Bobby, please, you have too..." he started but when he turned to face his
boyfriend, he and his backpack were gone.

As soon as he heard Spencer's dad was in trouble, Bobby raced from the
truck and into an alley.  He quickly changed into his costume and flew back
to the scene of the fire.  He landed on the front stoop, a fireman tried to
stop him but he pushed past and went inside.

Bobby had never seen a fire from the inside before and despite his powers
he was scared.  The flames were everywhere and while they didn't burn his
skin, he saw them consuming the buildings wooden support beams and internal
framework.  He knew he had to act fast and raced for the stairs.  When he
got to the scene of the collapse, he found four firemen.  Two had to stay
on the hose and suppress the flames, the other two were trying to lift the
debris from their fallen brothers but it was too heavy.

"Stand back," said Bobby.

The firemen turned and had to blink their eyes.  They were surprised to
find a kid dressed like he was going to a comic book convention standing
behind them.

"Get the hell out of here kid.  This place could go at any minute."

"Keep the water on the flames.  I'll clear out the debris."

"This isn't a time for games!  Get out of here and let us..."

Bobby was starting to learn that he had to prove himself.  No one would
look at him and think, "Gee, I bet this little guy could lift a car like it
was a feather." He ignored the firemen's orders and grabbed a massive chunk
of smoldering beam.  The fireman's eyes went wide as the lithe blond took
the 900 pound piece of wood, kicked a hole through the brick wall and
tossed it out onto the sidewalk.

"Keep the water on those flames," the senior officer ordered. "Give the kid
some space."

Bobby continued to pull bits of rubbish from the pile.  It took a minute or
two but when he saw Captain McCoy's yellow jacket, he picked up the pace.
When the debris was cleared, they found the captain and the fireman
conscious, a bit beaten up, but no worse for wear.

"What the hell?" said Captain McCoy when he looked into the face of his
young blond rescuer.

"Ok kid, we'll take it from here," said the firemen.

"Get the captain and Mr. Sherwood out.  I'll go upstairs and see if I can
find any trapped residents."

The senior fireman, Ted Garcia, ordered his men to evacuate their comrades
but he insisted on going with Bobby. Once they were above the third floor
the flames died away, they hadn't reached that far yet.  The smoke however,
was a different story.  It was like walking through heavy fog.  It was hard
to see and even with his enhanced body functions it was hard for Bobby to
breath.  Despite the difficulties, the pair pressed on.  They searched
every apartment until they reached the 6th floor.

In the last apartment on the 6th floor, they found a mother with her baby
clutched to her arms.

"Come on lady, we gotta get the hell out of here," Garcia ordered.

"I-I can't," she stammered.  "My husband...he was fine one minute and then
he collapsed."

"Sounds like smoke inhalation," said Garcia.

"Where is he?" asked Bobby.

"B-bedroom.  W-who are you?" she asked when she realized he was no fireman.

"A friend," Bobby smiled reassuringly.  "Get them out, we'll be right
behind you."

Garcia nodded his head and helped the woman to her feet.  She'd been smart,
as soon as the apartment started to fill with smoke she and the baby got
down on the floor.  Now that they were up and moving it was hard for them
to breath and they had to take turns inhaling from Garcia's oxygen mask.

Bobby found the husband lying unconscious on the bedroom floor.  He hoisted
the man over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and headed downstairs.
While he'd been upstairs the fire spread to the third and fourth floors.
Going down was hard but he knew the man he carried needed immediate medical
attention so he pressed on.  When he reached the building's lobby he saw
Garcia and the man's family heading out the front door.  In the distance he
was able to make out Spencer hugging his father.  Bobby stepped in their
direction but a massive rumble from the bowels of the building caused the
front façade to collapse.  They were trapped inside.

"Ok, don't panic," Bobby told the unconscious man he carried though he was
mostly trying to reassure himself.

There wasn't time to put the man down and dig his way out.  Sure, he'd be
fine but there was no way the guy he was trying to rescue would make it.
The only option he had was to go back up.  He climbed the stairs dodging
falling debris as he went but eventually he found the roof.

"Look, up there, on the roof," someone shouted in the crowd below.

Spencer spotted Bobby just as a dozen flash bulbs went off.  The fire was
big news in a city like Tacoma and while the firemen had kept quiet about
the person helping them inside, there was no way to keep him a secret from
those cameras.

"I-Is that a kid?" one reporter asked rhetorically.

"Un-freaking-believable," Captain McCoy muttered.  He was still a bit
dazed.

Now that he could see what he was doing, Bobby leapt from the building and
gently descended toward the nearest ambulance.  News cameras recorded the
entire event.

"Here, this man needs help," Bobby told the slack jawed paramedics when he
landed.

He laid the man on the gurney and that seemed so snap them out of it.  They
started giving him oxygen as the flock of reporters broke through the
police line and ran in Bobby's direction.

"Gotta go," Bobby clapped a paramedic on the back and took off into the
night.

He circled around the block, found the alley in which he'd left his clothes
and quickly changed.  He made sure to put on his blue Tacoma Timberwolves
baseball cap to conceal his blond hair.  He didn't want to go back to the
scene of the fire looking like the guy who just saved the day.

"Bobby, where were you?" asked Captain McCoy when he rejoined them.

"I had to pee.  Sorry I got out of the truck but I really had to go."

"Oh, er, that's ok," said Captain McCoy.

"Did I miss anything?" asked Bobby.

"Uh, yeah, you could say that," said Captain McCoy.

Spencer shot Bobby a wink and they both giggled.

The building was a lost cause and as the fire burned the support structure
the whole place collapsed on itself.  The fire fighters made sure the
flames didn't spread to neighboring buildings but it was decided the safest
course of action would be to let the blaze burn out on its own.

Danny McCoy insisted he was fine but his men made him go to the hospital
anyway.  A building had fallen on him after all, it wouldn't' hurt to get
checked out.  The boys rode back to the station with the firemen and Ted
Garcia kept giving Bobby strange looks.

"Crap, I think he recognizes me," Bobby whispered to Spencer.

"Relax, he probably just think's you're cute," Spencer laughed.

"Spence, not funny."

"Don't sweat it.  It'll be fine."

When they reached the fire station, Spencer explained what happened to his
mom.  She'd been a fireman's wife for many years and didn't panic.  See
told her family to pile into the Suburban; she'd drop them off at home and
then go check on Danny.

"Nice work kid," said Garcia, when Bobby and Spencer walked by.

"I don't know what you're talking about," said Bobby.

"Sure you don't, but thanks anyway," Garcia smiled and patted Bobby on the
back.

"I told you he recognized me," Bobby whispered as he and Spencer headed for
the car.

"Yeah, and he thanked you for your help. He was up close and personal with
you, criminals aren't going to get that opportunity.  Right?"

"No, you're right about that," Bobby agreed.

"Then don't worry about it."

When they got back to Spencer's studio over the garage, Spencer practically
tackled Bobby and smothered him with kisses.

"What's this all about?" Bobby laughed.

"You saved my daddy," said Spencer, struggling not to cry.

"He was fine.  The firemen would have probably gotten him out of there,"
Bobby blushed.

"Probably but they didn't, you did.  I'll never be able to thank you
enough."

"Spence, I love your dad.  You don't have to thank me.  Let's just get
ready for bed, ok?"

"Yeah, yeah ok," Spencer agreed.

Bobby went into the bathroom to splash some cold water on his face.  It had
been a stressful evening and the cool water was very refreshing.  When he
was done, he brushed his teeth, stripped down to his underwear and then
climbed in bed.  Spencer was next to use the restroom and came out in his
plaid boxers.  He got under the covers and snuggled close to Bobby, then
planted another kiss on his lips.

"I'll give you a blow job if you want," said Spencer.

"What?" Bobby exclaimed.

"I've gotta thank you somehow."

"Whoa, Spence, you're not blowing me out of gratitude," said Bobby.  "I
want it to be special when we do that.  I don't want you to do it because
you think you owe me."

"Ok, but if you want..."

"No, I'm not ready yet," Bobby admitted.

"Ok," Spencer agreed.  Once Bobby said no he kind of knocked the wind out
of Spencer's sails.  He wanted their first intimate encounter to be special
too.  That didn't stop him from being a horny 14 year old though.

"So no blow job tonight," said Spencer.

"Right."

"Could we maybe do something else?"

"Like what?"

"I've never touched another boy's dick before.  I'm pretty curious," said
Spencer.

"Yeah, I guess I am too," Bobby admitted. "Just through the undies, ok?"

"Sounds good to me," Spencer grinned.

"Ok, go ahead."

Spencer pulled back the covers exposing Bobby in just his white Jockey
briefs.  He placed his hand on Bobby's tight little tummy and rubbed his
hand over the soft skin.  The sensation sent a tingle through Bobby and he
let out an involuntary moan signaling Spencer to go ahead and touch
him...down there.

Spencer's hand moved over Bobby's semi-erect penis and rubbed it gently.
It was fascinating.  He'd touched his own dick millions of times but there
was something so incredible about touching Bobby's.  He was so caught up in
the moment he yelped in surprised when he felt Bobby's hand giving his own
genitals a squeeze.

"Sorry, should have warned you," Bobby giggled.

"No, it feels good.  Don't you think?"

"Yeah," Bobby nodded.

The boys fondled each other for a few more moments before reluctantly
pulling away.  It took all of their will power not to rip each other's
underpants off and attack but they knew they weren't ready yet.  They
settled for a few gentle kisses and then fell asleep in each other's arms.

"Good morning sunshine," Spencer smiled, when Bobby woke up the next
morning.

Bobby was always cranky first thing in the morning and usually Spencer was
too.

"Why are you so perky this morning?" Bobby groaned.

"Well, let's see.  My boyfriend, the superhero, saved my dad's life last
night.  I got to feel his awesome dick, oh, then we made out a little bit
and fell asleep in each other's arms."

"Yeah, that was pretty great," Bobby yawned.

"As if that wasn't enough, there's also this," Spencer giggled and handed
him the morning edition of the Seattle Post-Intelligencer.  The headline
read:

BOY WONDER?  Masked Teen Saves Fire Fighters, Apartment Residents.

The story included a photograph of Bobby floating down from the burning
building with the man he rescued over his shoulder.  The paper identified
the man as Will Baker, there was even a quote from him, "I don't know who
you are but you saved my wife.  You helped save my wife and my daughter.
God bless you Boy Wonder."

"Aww crap," Bobby whined.  "Boy Wonder? Seriously?"

"Looks like you got your superhero name, babe," Spencer giggled and then
kissed his pouty lips.