Heavy metal blasted through the smoke filled apartment as a group of 20-somethings sat around complaining about their latest gig. It went about as well as the others, enough money for food and gas but barely enough to scrape by on bills. Before they had done much better and they argued as they passed a joint around trying to settle on why that was. Each of them were friends from high school and each wore their hair long. The front man held out a hand for his turn as he upended a bottle of whiskey down his throat.
"Are you even listening to us, Hiscock? And I thought you said you would actually share the booze with us," the drummer spoke as he tapped drummed a rhythm on his boot.
The man in question lowered the nearly empty bottle of whiskey as he snatched the joint from the bassist's hand. "Yes, I fucking heard you, Mavis. It is your shit songs that is costing us money. I told you, we keep with the covers or write something with more energy and high vocals and we are golden. None of that slow... whatever the fuck you call it. It sucks more dick than your whore mother." He shot the drummer a glare through the rat's nest he calls hair as he took a long drag of the joint and passed it along. "And I'll give you whatever I piss out, so piss off."
"Bands are getting heavier, we need to move in that direction." Mavis retorted as he gripped his sticks tightly.
"Yeah, remember when you said grunge was a sure thing? That failed hard."
"Because you can't sing it."
"You can't fucking play it! I can sing anything, you shit stain." The other bandmates nodded in agreement with their front man who sat up as he took another swig and passed the remaining whiskey off. "I don't think I have to remind you that I became the main singer because my vocals can break glass and idiots pay to see that shit."
The blond guitarist held a hand between the two as they made aggressive moves towards each other, acting as the usual buffer in their arguments over artistic differences. "Regardless, we need to pay the bills or the electricity is getting shut off and our asses are back on the street." He looked over at the leader who gave a resigned sigh. "I hate to ask it of you, Travis, but you are the only one that can actually earn a living."
"Yeah, how exactly do you earn your money?" Mavis questioned as Travis pulled on his iconic jean jacket that was covered in patches.
"I know a guy, and what does it matter?" He snatched the joint away from being passed on to the drummer and took another hit. "I'll get the damn money like I always do since you are too retarded to even understand that we don't need to change our fucking image to make more money. Now just practice the old sets and quit your shit song writing." He stormed out of the apartment and rubbed his temples. The days of their living off of covers of all the great hair metal they loved as teens was long over, he knew that but he couldn't quite let it go. They each had the talent to play but not much in the song writing department. It is hard to make a name when you can't come up with hit originals. He gave a sigh as he walked around the apartment where no one would see him as he disintegrated into dust, drifting off into the wind. He eventually materialized at the back of a pawnshop where he washed his face in the employee bathroom. The eyeliner he wore had long since rubbed off making him look sleep deprived and sickly. He didn't like to go out and earn his pay looking like himself. After a quick face wash and the painful ordeal of brushing all the knots out of his hair, he went into the back room to a locker for a change of clothes.
The owner of the pawnshop was a respectable man to those who didn't know him, and a black market fence to those that did. It had been a couple years since he met him and learned that he can pawn off stolen goods for good money. Since he had his ways of getting the man whatever he wanted, he was free to leave his change of clothes there. The unfortunate thing was that he only paid really well for hired jobs, which there was none at the moment, so he just had to guess what would be good to take. When he left, Travis Hiscock no longer looked like the constantly drunk lead singer of a locally popular band, but a well dressed man. His long hair was brushed and held back in a neat ponytail and his face was partially concealed behind the classic black mask. He twirled the cane he came home with during a black out as he thought over where to go to earn money. He wasn't quite so well known but there were people referring to him by a nickname in the papers: the Magician. He supposed it had to do more with how he made jewels, priceless paintings and even luxury cars vanish before people's eyes. He didn't really care why they named him that, all that mattered was he was going to go steal some shit and make enough to pay the bills. Theft is such a chore when it serves a purpose other than entertainment.
Travis made his way to a bank, materializing inside one of the vaults after having made his way inside through the vents. He walked around looking at the lock boxes and different stacks of cash before pulling out a bag and beginning to stuff it full. Not satisfied with just the cash, he smashed some of the locks, disintegrating them in the process and dumping the contents into the bag. Inside were family jewels, a few Rolexes, and important documents which he dumped on the floor finding no interest in them. The whole time he whistled and chuckled until someone came and poked their head into the vault that still had the gate locked. He flashed the bank worker a grin before hefting his loot over his shoulder and flipping him the bird. He dissolved in front of his eyes as the man panicked and set off the alarm, but it was too late. Travis took his acquisitions with him through the vents and into the air where he didn't look like much besides smoke or a little dust cloud.
When he returned to the pawn shop, he materialized with a laugh and a slight stumble to his step. He could have been in and out without them noticing but where was the fun in that? He didn't even need all the money or even this other shit, he just wanted to take it to prove a point that nothing is safe. He blinked at the young man that stood staring at him, holding something he was looking at. Oops.
"Well now, aren't you a lookie loo?" He walked over, his buzz from the whiskey he chugged still slowing his logic as he sauntered over to the man. He looked younger than him. Is he in his teens? Twenties? He didn't know, nor did he care. All his alcohol riddled brain could make out was that he was rather attractive. He reached into his bag and pulled out a few hundred dollar bills and tucked it into the collar of his shirt, giving them a pat and a smirk. "Why don't you get yourself something nice?" He took a couple steps away before stopped and looking back at him. "And you never saw me." After another pause he opened his mouth and pointed at him. "How old are you?" He gave out a snort. "Seventeen?" He didn't even wait for an answer, he just spun on his heels and began humming along to one of his favorite songs by Winger, changing the lyrics as he adjusted his loot bag. "Daddy says he's too young, but he's old enough for me."
Books were stacked precariously on his desk as Jacob Sanders poured over them. Research into supers and their powers wasn't a big field and most of the discoveries had been made in experiments that were less than ethical. Even now in the nineties it was hard to get anyone to admit that they were a super, much like inside of the gay community. It was hard for a non-super to become integrated into a community so most of said studies were years old. Jacob stared at the texts before leaning back in his chair in frustration. He had always wanted to be a doctor, ever since he was a small child. However, he didn't realize that he wanted to be a doctor exclusively for the super community until his older brother went through his puberty and discovered his own powers. This time in a super's life was commonly called Superty. It was a right of passage for any super to go through along with normal puberty. Josiah had discovered that he could always tell when someone was lying and get a general idea what a person was like by just looking at them. Jacob had been so excited and couldn't wait until his own superty would hit him. However now at twenty, Jacob knew superty wasn't going to hit him. It was perhaps silly but he couldn't never let go fully of the dream of being a super. That dream had translated into the driving need that was Jacob's obcession. He needed to help the super community and become a part of it even if it is just on the edge of it.
Jacob huffed at the thought of his younger self's wide eyed visions of being a super. It wasn't the healthiest of ways to cope with the dream-crushing reality that he would never have his own super powers, but Jacob had become obsessed. Obsessed wasn't a word that Jacob cared to throw around lightly. Obsession was always one of those dark sides of intelligence that no one really talked about. One had to have insane focus to rise to the top of the ranks. It wasn't for the weak of heard to claw their way up the ladder of standardized tests and academic rigamaroo in order to finally get into the college of his dreams....with a full ride scholarship. Jacob wasn't going to down play it, incredibly intelligent because he studied obsessively. He had gotten into medical school because he had some of the highest marks that you could get. That wasn't boasting, it was simple fact. None of the other students could understand what drove him. They shied away from his forceful personality. They thought that his obsession with supers was odd. Why would anyone like those freaks? Jacob ignored them all. He was going to be a doctor to supers. He was going to be the best damn doctor for them even if he had to blaze a wide path to get into the narrow field.
Jacob looked over the large stack of books, noting that the post-it notes stuffed haphazardly inside of them. He often did research as best as he could on the internet but the system was still new and information wasn't really being shared. Deciding that perhaps studying should be left behind for a while he changed into his street clothing. He pulled on ripped jeans and a jean jacket. He smiled a little at the colorful shirt. He liked dressing up a little when he went out into town. After all he never knew when he would be finding a hot guy. Jacob ruffled his hair a little, letting the slightly shaggy hair fall down over his head before cleaning off his glasses. He wouldn't be able to get corrective surgery until they stopped changing and since he wasn't exactly sure when he would even have the money for that, he just wore his plain old glasses. Jacob stretched, he wasn't impressive only five foot ten but he wasn't a pretty young thing that most of the gays seemed to be searching out these days. Jacob grabbed his wallet and walked down to the pawn shop.
He liked to come here. The owner was very respectful and didn't seem to mind that Jacob did a lot of looking around before buying something. Of course he was just trying to find something for Josiah's graduation which was rapidly coming in just a few months. He doubted he would find it but he had asked the owner to please keep an eye out for something special. Something a lawyer would wear to show off how powerful he was. Jacob didn't really care about the class that a person was in but Josiah did so that was all that mattered. Jacob browsed a bit more before pausing at a Daruma doll. Neither of the eyes had been filled in and Jacob felt a little sad. The practice was to fill in an eye for a wish and fill in the other when the wish was fulfilled. Jacob looked the doll over and checked the price of the doll a moment before he heard something rattle.
Whipping his head around he stared wide eyed and jaw slack as a man appeared to put himself back together from dust. A super. The first super that he had met other than his brother. The man smirked at him, calling him a lookie loo. Well there was a lot to look at. Jacob wrinkle his nose a little...there was a lot to smell too. The man was well dressed, standing a bit taller than Jacob but it was hard to tell just how tall since he seemed to be having trouble staying vertical. Jacob cocked his head when the man shoved money in his collar before blushing. He was told to get something nice with the money. No doubt the man was up to no good. The 'you never saw me' comment just sealed that judgement as pretty much fact for Jacob. It also wasn't exactly like he could return money when he didn't know where it came from. And...he was getting low on spending money. He might not be using his money the wisest by buying a few things here and there for his dorm but he didn't want to touch his book money. Jacob pulled the money out of his collar when he heard the man ask him how old he was. The other man didn't seem to be waiting for an answer since he started singing about Jacob being seventeen but old enough for him. "I'm twenty." He called after the man but he doubted he was heard. Jacob sighed, paying for his daruma before taking it back to the dorm and filling in one of the eyes. He would become a doctor then get married to the man of his dreams. Too bad there was an inebriated super stuck in his mind.
In the following weeks, Jacob looked over the daily news and kept an eye out. He couldn't get the well dressed man who had called him attractive out of his head. It was nice to have the distraction in between his heavy course load and Josiah's elitist comments. It wasn't like he didn't love his brother but the man was kind of a dick. Jacob was well used to that since superty had made his sibling permanently reside in jerk town. Bastard had his citizenship in that place but he did have nice moments. Like giving Jacob money to deposit in his bank account that was collecting cobwebs. It wasn't much since Josiah was only making a few dollars above minimum wage at a law firm as a secretary. Jacob was on his way to the bank when he saw the super again. The Magician he was called, had run into him. Jacob blinked at him a bit owlishly before looking down the street at his bank. His bank wasn't hit but that didn't mean another in the area wasn't. The well dressed man was stumbling once more which had caused his collision with Jacob. Jacob held out his hand and helped him up. "Shouldn't you be a little below the legal limit to be robbing banks?" Jacob asked, he got a smartass remark in return before the man made him blush again by commenting on how attractive Jacob was. "You have said so before." Jacob commented before looking down at the bag the man was holding. Really he should be calling the police since he was fairly sure the man had committed another crime but Jacob wasn't about to turn the other man in.
Perhaps this was his chance to know another super? His brother wasn't really a good example of most supers. Jacob opened his mouth before closing it again in thought. The man was startlingly attractive. If he wasn't sloshed then Jacob would believe that the man really meant that Jacob was attractive. Beer goggles were a real thing and it wasn't like Jacob had a lot of suitors. Evidence wasn't holding up to the Magician's claims to attraction. Jacob bit his lip, "I'm sure an attractive man like you has lots of offers. Especially if you dramatically dust for all the boys." Sirens could be heard a few streets down. Jacob sighed so much for asking questions. He turned back to the man before watching him disappear again. Right. Criminals had to leave rather suddenly.
The next time he saw the man it was from afar. He saw the Magician materialize on top of a roof. He was heckling the police and their chase of him wasn't going well. Jacob cocked his head in wonder, watching the man flit about and dust on command. There had to be a way that the body knew how to come back together. Even as sloshed as the man was, he could still pull himself and some items together. It was fascinating and made Jacob ache to study him but obviously without a lab and a doctorate, that wasn't happening. The Magician formed his dust cloud into a middle finger before disappearing. Now Jacob was really curious how much control he had.
Weeks turned into months, Josiah's graduation passed. Jacob had been lucky to find something from the pawn shop but he hadn't spoken to the Magician again. He had seen him in passing and even gotten close but he hadn't spoken to him. Not that Jacob was ever certain of what to say. What could he even say?
Months had turned into almost a year since Jacob had seen the magician. Josiah had demanded that he take out Jacob for his twenty-first. So here Jacob was, watching the band play in a bar with Josiah. His brother had wanted to go to a higher end club but none of them were really somewhere you wanted to take your sibling for his twenty-first. Jacob drank his beer, tapping along to the beat. Josiah was enjoying himself at least until the band started misbehaving. Jacob watched amused as his brother glared sourly at the groupies and the lead singer of the band working around the tables drinking. The man knew how to work the stage and the crowd definitely.
After Travis was back in the back of the pawnshop, he changed back into his street clothes and mussed up his hair. He didn't like looking so clean and respectable. That wasn't his thing. Causing trouble and fucking shit up was more his style. He stored the bulk of the money for a rainy day or for his ever depleting booze fund before heading back to the apartment. He stopped by the nearest liquor store and bought a couple bottles of whiskey, one flavored vodka because why not and a case of beer that he struggled to lug back. He stopped to down one of the smaller bottles and take a nap half way, arms tightly clinging to the rest of the alcohol. No one ever tried to rob him in his sleep, or at least, no one ever succeeded. If there was one thing that Travis considered a super power, was his ability to sense someone touching what is his. Someone so much as tries to pry a bottle out of his hand, he wakes up or disintegrates it in his sleep. He never did like sharing.
Travis had gotten bored with the usual humdrum and ran short of cash when he went on another top shelf bender. What better way to earn money than to take what someone else had already earned? He snuck back into another bank and took enough money to get him through. He had another gig coming up and he had to be at least halfway sober to get through the set, not that he had trouble playing while drunk. He preferred to be able to pick out decent groupies that interest him. He was running away, out pacing the security until they gave up and the police were on their way. He was looking over his shoulder as he rounded a corner an ran into someone. He groaned as he struggled to find his feet, accepting the hand that was offered to him.
"Shouldn't you see where you're going, four eyes?" Travis grumbled as he got to his feet, brushing off any dirt that got onto him. He grabbed ahold of the young man's shoulder to steady himself as he looked him over. He certainly had nice eyes. He tapped the glasses and disolved them before having them rematerialize. "You look much better with just two eyes." He leaned into him as he nearly lost his footing, tucking more money in his pockets. "I was never here, cutie." He heard the sirens catch up to him and he vanished, dusting himself into the wind. He didn't care for the money he tossed aside. He was drunk enough that he has been slowly losing some each time he materialized. He went back to the routine, going out to rob banks and stores when he needed the money or when he was bored and wanted something to do.
On another day, months later he decided to break into stores and start breaking shit and tearing it up. No window or glass display was going to survive around him. He lead the police on a merry chase from store to store, disintegrating anything that came in pairs, leaving only one untouched. A trip into a shoe department left an entire aisle missing all the left shoes. He disintegrated and rematerialized in different locations, dodging all the bullets that flew in his direction. He laughed at the cops who were looking all over the street for him when he materialized on the rooftops.
"You donut eating shit fucks! I am up here!" Travis shouted to catch their attention. When he saw them turn their gazes upwards he began to vanish and rematerialize in different places repeating, "Here I am," each time. When he had his fun, he spun on the edge turning to dust and forming a giant middle finger before turning into a shapeless cloud and drifting off. He always loved mocking the police and anyone who tried to catch him. When he first began his career as a criminal, he had accepted the arrests and days in jail as a teen, but once he realized that he can just disintegrate himself and get out of the vehicle and away from anyone who laid their hands on him, he saw it as a big game. A game that he loved playing. After all, it was a win-win. He got his jollies out and he didn't have to worry about the consequences of imprisonment. The man he had drunkenly teased was long forgotten, after all, when you are drunk all the time, it is hard to remember everyone that you talked to for just a few seconds. Everyone seemed interesting.
Travis was in the middle of another performance at one of the local bars. They tended to migrate between the different bars in the city so they wouldn't burn out the audience in one location. It was fairly decent pay, depending on where they were and what songs they played. If they had a particularly good set the day before, they would have a bigger audience at their next gig. Since he had finally convinced Mavis to give up on the set of songs he wrote, they were getting more energetic audiences. Of course there was the usual group of fans who followed them from bar to bar since they weren't good enough to book a real gig with the big bands they liked. They were the real meal tickets.
Travis sang a number of the more popular covers they did of the bigger bands back in the late 80's and early 90's with an original mixed in. Originals that were written by Travis instead of the other members. He had to be a bitch and demand that they play his songs but ultimately they caved in because his songs were more popular. Something fast paced with good riffs always treated them well because it got people hyped up and thirsty. Travis bounced around the small stage, singing his heart out, gesturing to everyone, kicking the air and banging his head. He had more energy than everyone and no matter how drunk he was, he always found his footing on stage. He was in a whole other world on stage. His voice much higher than it usually is, singing high enough on their finishing songs to shatter glass. Their more dedicated fans held up their wine glasses that shattered. The bars paid them more if he could pull that off since they sold glasses specifically for shattering. It was a hazard to clean up but it was something that people came to see since it wasn't often that someone would sing at such a frequency and frequently enough to pull off such a feat.
After their performance the band circled the stage and picked out groupies that were particularly drunk and handsy. Even if they didn't make enough money, they certainly got lucky. That is, everyone except Travis. He had no interest in women, in fact, he couldn't stand them. He never understood what men found to be so attractive about vaginas. They looked like the predator's face. Who would put their dick near that? Seriously. Still, his singing was what got them popular and got a lot of panties wet, especially for him. Instead he would pass off his female fans to his other bandmates and look to see if there were any men that had stared at him throughout the performance, which often was none. Travis left the band and began circling the bar, snatching bottles and mugs off of tables and downing what was left in them. He didn't care who he drank after, just that he got drunk. If he couldn't get laid, then he at least would drink enough to take a long nap to forget how horny he really was. He flung an arm over some of the other patron's shoulders and chatted about the performance. If he saw someone who was particularly attractive, he would pull his long hair behind an ear, flashing his chain earring with a smirk. Not everyone caught onto what he was trying to say so he would ask them rather bluntly if they wanted to "take the party elsewhere."
He wasn't giving up. He was going to stop if he found someone who was going to go along with him or he was going to float to as many tables as it took for him to need to be dragged out of the bar. He made his way to another table that had two men seated together where one was older than the other. He cast a glance between the two before settling on the one that wasn't giving him a dirty look like he was absolute filth. He tossed an arm over the younger man's shoulder and snatched his beer out of his hand. He took a sip before jabbing a finger into his chest as he leaned close.
"You might be just what I am looking for," Travis slurred. "How would you like to meet the talent?" He flashed a grin at the young man whose face was red. Either he was flattered or he was really drunk, either one was a good sign in his book. He heard the other man make a remark belittling him and outing him for hi real intentions which stole the smile from his face. "No one asked you. I am talking to four-eyes here." He snatched the glasses off of the man's face and put them on his. The shift in vision made his head spin even more and he swayed more dramatically in his seat before taking them off. "Holy shit, you're blind... Or I'm drunk. Or both." He handed them back before finishing the beer against the protests from the other man who had identified himself as the man's brother. "Wait... wait wait wait..." Travis set the beer down as he processed what he heard. The man had told him that he was ruining a birthday celebration and was trying to get the four eyed, hopefully queer man to leave with him. Travis held him in his place and looked him over.
He certainly wasn't completely unattractive. He seemed young but if he was here with his brother and if he heard him right, it was his 21st. Finally a man. Finally able to drink. Well, unless he was a delinquent like Travis and had been habitually drunk since he was 15. He remembered when he was 21. He didn't have to steal booze anymore and pay for it. Both of which he still does. Paying for it just makes it easier to go back in to get it and doesn't spoil the drink. Sometimes his powers screws things up when he rematerializes booze and it loses some of the flavor and potency. He shut his eyes as he thought for a moment. He really wanted to get laid, but more than that, it had been so long since he had someone other than Mavis to fool around with that he really needed sexual contact. He hated fucking Mavis. The bastard was a dead fish and hardly did anything and made the sex not worth it. So much for trying to convert a breeder to the dark side, no sane man would want to keep fucking him.
"I will tell you what. I'm not picky. I'm even generous..." Travis leaned in close and began to play with the bespectacled man's hair and ear. He spoke loudly in his ear to be heard over the music. "I will suck your cock. It is your birthday." He shot a glare at the other man who was trying to warn his brother. Of course Travis was wanting to use the promises of sucking the other man's cock to get him alone so he can go even further and have his way with him. He wasn't so much of an ass that he would back out of it. He would just want something else in return but even if he didn't get it, he drank enough that he doubted he would even care if he got off. A few shots more and he will be gone for the night. "Don't listen to him. I mean it." He slid his hand up his leg. "There are a lot of women who would want to suck my cock, but I would rather suck yours. How about it? Come with me to the back? I don't bite..." He gave him a toothy grin. "Unless you are into that shit."
Jacob would be the first to admit that he wasn't totally sober. He had drank enough to get a bit tipsy since this was after all his birthday party of two, even if he wasn't really keen to have a party. It wasn't like it was a big birthday that people made it out to be. Sure, he could legally drink now but he hadn't really been all that interested in drinking. He had too much work to do to stop and indulge. Josiah had empathized but disagreed. Josiah was frowning rather hard when the band broke glass but Jacob had clapped. That was impressive to get that resonance from human vocal cords. Josiah had said it was a waste of perfectly good glass wear. Of course once the lead singer started working the tables, Josiah got even more salty. "That is disgusting. Cruising your patrons for sex or booze. If he wants cock so bad I bet he could pay for it fine or find some groupie in private." Jacob wasn't paying much attention to Josiah. It wasn't like Jacob was a hot commodity. He had only got hit on last time because the super had been raging drunk. Jacob watched the man flash an earring and grinned. Well if the man was also a desperate drunk perhaps he did have a chance. Josiah snorted at his look. "Rock stars are not good lays. Half the time their dicks don't work and you're left in disappointment."
Jacob snorted drinking his beer. Of course they both watched as the rocker worked his way over to them. Sure enough, the man was well into his cups so as par for course lately, hit on Jacob. Even though Jacob was sure that the man was going to hit on him....actually having it happen made Jacob flush a little flattered and embarrassed. Josiah raised an eyebrow looking down at his nose at the singer, "This is a birthday celebration that you have inserted yourself into you inebriated pile of canine excrement." Jacob blinked at his brother and chuckled. It was amazing how Josiah could still look down their nose at someone standing over them. Jacob focused back on the performer when his glasses were taken for him. Yes, his eye sight was very poor but the man was very inebriated. That didn't exactly help anyone's eyesight either. Josiah snorted when he heard the rocker's offer to Jacob, "Yes, so generous of you to suck cock so you can have my brother's ass. Way to take one for the team by recipirating with your sexual partner. Such a chore to be a decent human being." Jacob supposed the man was charming if not exactly someone he would normally go after. He normally would have looked fro someone a bit more put together as opposed to someone who was a hot mess. Jacob looked over at his sibling before noting the man's heavy sigh. "Fine but you need a condom. Also I warned you about how Rockstar's dicks don't work. I'll wait for you out here." Josiah leaned back and looked at the crowd, curling his lip, "Since this is your birthday and all."
Jacob stood up taking a condom from his sibling and following the singer. Jacob paused when he noticed that they were headed backstage. When the other man paused and asked him what was wrong Jacob flushed again. "I'm not a performer like you." He fidgeted with his glasses when the man didn't get what he was trying to say. "I mean are going to suck my cock backstage?" The singer groaned offering up either the bathroom or the back alley. Jacob winced at both of those options. Both were riddled with disease and he got a groan when he said as much. Jacob sighed at the other man's reaction, "Fine. We'll do it your way. I don't like the idea of you on those disease ridden floors. I don't want to even be standing there." Once they got backstage Jacob wished there had been another option. The singer announced loudly that it was Jacob's birthday and that all birthday boys should get their cocks sucked. Some of the other bandmates ragged that they didn't get their cock sucked by the singer on their birthday. Jacob sat down in one of the empty and surprisingly clean chairs while the band bantered. One of them was told that he had too small of a cock to find and the groupie suching said member's cock had to stop and laugh. Jacob tilted his head, while some of the groupies were startled that he was male some of the others were not. One of them asked if the singer even realized that it was a man he was going oral on. Which as expected got more snarky comments.
Jacob flushed as the singer gracefully got between his legs, kneeling down. Before the man could finish fishing out Jacob's cock he stopped him with a gentle hold on his head. "I....I would like your name first." He heard the other members wolf whistle then tell Jacob that the singer's name was Hiscock. Jacob bit his lip before gently petting the performer, "Sorry. Just you're my second and I'd rather not have you go nameless." The singer grumbled a bit but nothing like some of Josiah's fits so Jacob wasn't worried. Instead, Jacob pulled out his own member and slid a condom on it before gently thanking Travis for providing his name. Jacob gasped when Travis now allowed to do as he wished when down on his penis. The man was startling beautiful and although Jacob wasn't sure that it was a look that he could totally go for, he was enjoying running his fingers through the man's tangled hair. He made soft noises, little gasps and whimpers as Jacob worked him over. The man certainly knew what he was doing. Jacob, being a novice at getting pleasure, didn't last long. The singer was looking for his dick when Jacob pounced. What happened next wasn't something Jacob had expected.
While trying to get a kiss or a make-out or any sort of closeness, he found himself thrown off. Jacob was smacked in the cheek and told to get the fuck out. The shock was shaken out of him quickly when Jacob realized that the man was serious. He apologized repeatedly and shivering with tears he ran out of there. Needless to say, Josiah was less than pleased. Jacob wasn't sure what the man was going to do but he asked him if they could just leave.
Josiah was not having it. Instead he left his brother to clean up and slammed open the door to the back stage. He hauled the singer up and slammed a solid right hook into the man's jaw before wailing on the man. "I fucking warned you, you fucking piece of shit!" Once the man was knocked out he looked at the bandmates and curled his lip. "Keep that filth away from my brother or I will resort to legal action." He cleaned off his knuckles and kicked the downed man in the crotch one last time before leaving. Josiah met up with his brother and bought their own liquor. Josiah left Jacob get black out drunk. After all anyone needed that after such a shitty birthday.
Travis didn't like the attitude the other man was giving him but he wasn't what he was interested in him. When he heard the younger man's brother comment about how "Rockstar's dicks don't work," he gave him a glare. His dick always worked, that is, if he could find it. One of the biggest drawbacks to his powers was that he would randomly lose control the more he drank. Each of the times he had difficulty performing was when he reached into his pants only to find nothing there. It was frustrating, especially if he was horny and was finally getting some nice ass. It isn't like he can explain why he has no dick, even more embarrassing when he lost it in the middle of the act.
He rolled his eyes at the two as a condom was passed to the birthday boy before leading the way backstage. There was a cozy little room that was kept for any of the bands that performed as well as a general break area for the employees. When he noticed that his ticket to getting laid was lagging behind, he looked over at him, unamused. "What's wrong? Cold feet?" He stared at him thinking snide remarks about how someone with that look wouldn't make it on stage. With a groan and shoving his hands in his jean pockets, Travis spoke in an exasperated tone. "If you want more privacy we can take it to the bathroom or even in the back alley. I sure as hell am not taking you home."
When they got to the backroom the other band members took notice that Travis returned with someone. Someone asked why he brought a man, especially someone who looked like he'd rather have his nose in a book than backstage with a band. At that Travis rolled his head and pushed his companion forward. "Say happy birthday to four-eyes here. Everyone deserves to get their cock sucked on their birthday." Without hesitation, Mavis brought up that he never got one which another member jokingly added that he supposedly is owed one. "You're dick is too small to suck." He wiggled a pinkie as he turned his focus onto the birthday boy who was now seated. When someone commented about if he didn't know it was a man he brought back, he shot her a glare. "Nah. Here I thought I found the nerdiest looking dyke to convert." He rolled hie eyes and started to get ready to suck his dick when he was stopped.
"Why the fuck does my name matter?" Travis asked as the others whistled. It wasn't often that someone was acting so nice to Travis or considerate. The few he brought back just wanted to get their rocks off or he ran them off with his crass coldness. Mavis shouted out his last name of Hiscock with a laugh before Travis grumbled. He slapped away the hand that was petting his head as he grumbled, "My name is Travis. Now can I just put your dick in my mouth?" He hesitated when he heard that he was the second. That didn't make it stressful that he had to leave an impression but it certainly made him question if the guy understood what he was getting himself into. With a sigh he went to work, crinkling his nose as the taste of the condom. Being with someone more inexperienced was a double edged sword, on one hand they made little noises that were a bit of a turn on because they seemed taken aback by it but on the other, they were more sensitive. He hoped he wouldn't be one of those that would get sentimental or be deluded into thinking that there can by anything other than just getting off. He looked past his hair at the guitarist who cast him an uneasy look before watching the birthday boy. He could see the apprehension on his face that he was expecting things to go sour. When he felt the freshly legal man's member twitch as he released into the condom, a bit soon but that just means less work for him, he realized he was right.
As he straightened himself up he felt the younger man wrap his arms around him and try to kiss him. Travis Hiscock does not kiss anyone. Not a single person he had sex with ever got a kiss, no matter how drunk he was. The only kisses he had was when he was a kid when he fooled around with Mavis and he was caught off guard. Kissing was for romantic saps. It gave the delusion that there was something intimate about what they were doing. He wanted nothing of that. No intimacy, no connections, no emotions other than raw lust. Relationships never last and only hurt you. He immediately shoved him away and slapped his face. It meant to be a punch but he didn't finish forming his fist by the time he made contact.
"Get the fuck out!" Travis snapped. The mood in the room immediately shifted where everyone became tense. This wasn't the first time that Travis lost it because someone made the mistake to cross his boundary on acceptable contact. Mavis snorted as he shoved his groupie's head back down on his cock.
"Someone should have warned the poor kid about Hiscock's phobia."
The guitarist made a motion to go smooth things over but was only stopped by Travis who was furiously wiping his mouth off. It may have been a brief contact but it was too much. Travis made his way around the room drinking whatever alcohol that was left over by his bandmates when someone burst in. Travis didn't have time to react when he found himself getting his ass kicked. He barely registered the hit that struck his jaw, but after the third hit he registered, he was out cold. He came to later in the night, gripping his head groaning as his head felt like it was about to split open. He got filled in that the brother of whoever he brought back came in and kick his ass for being an ass. All of which Travis was unapologetic about. At least he didn't have to be frustrated all night, he got some decent sleep, if that is what you can call being unconscious these days.
He spent the better part of the week sleeping off his hang over and self medicating his wounds with more alcohol until he felt like he was going crazy. He wanted to go out and fuck shit up. Last night wasn't the first time that he had gotten his ass kicked, but it certainly was the first time in a while. He left the apartment without a word, making his way to the pawnshop to go change into the Magician. He wasn't up for robberies but just straight vandalism. When he had gotten changed, he stared at his reflection in the mirror. His face was still dark with bruising around his eyes, even under the mask but it wasn't as noticeable as it was. He touched the bruise and frowned. It didn't hurt anymore but it was still annoying to see. He walked out of the bathroom when he heard the owner threaten him to get out of his pawn shop.
"Get out? The fuck are you talking about? I--" He paused when he realized that the only time he every put up a front that he was unwelcome was when he was trying to maintain his reputable image in the public eye. He looked around and saw a couple customers before sneering. "There is nothing worth stealing here, anyways." He disintegrated and slipped out of the door and went into the alley it was next to before materializing. He had trouble thinking when he was in dust, besides, it was a lot easier to mess shit up in physical form than dust. He looked around and paced the alley, running his hand along one of the walls, disintegrating a layer of brick so that it left a trail. Halfway through he stared at the wall where graffiti was drawn before lifting his cane and removing the layer and began carving out his villain name. By the time he finished the 'M' he heard someone run up to him. With a groan he turned towards the voice, ready to flee. He blinked when the bespectacled man weezed for him not to dust off, Travis couldn't help himself.
"Oh no, looks like the wind has a hold of me." He spoke dryly as he held up his hand, slowly dissolving his fingertips. The only thing that kept him from fully disappearing was the fact that unlike others who see his ability, he didn't looked freaked out, nor uncomfortable. He almost looked... excited? He couldn't tell, but he decided to humor him since he could leave at any moment he wanted. "Ok, so what do you want? Make it quick, I have important shit to fuck up."
Going to the pawnshop wasn't something that Jacob had completely thought out. He was just going to see if he could spy the Magician near by or perhaps do a small bit of retail therapy since he was feeling less than stellar. Turning twenty-one had been a let down and getting blazing drunk to make up for it wasn't exactly a good plan either. His brother had been empathetic....if in a way that only Josiah could be empathetic. Lessons learned however, now he was sure that being in a sexual relationship wasn't a good idea. His cheek had been lightly bruised and a bit tender. It could have been way worse and Jacob wasn't going anywhere near another drunk like that again. At least not in a vulnerable place like that. Jacob was looking at the small decorations section of the pawn shop when he saw the super come out the back. Jacob became excited at least until the pawn shop became adamant that the Magician leave. Jacob looked around, other customers were there so this wasn't a good place to ask the super about studying him. He placed the small item he had been looking at on the shelf and walked out before running around the area. He was out of breath when he found the super but he was just glad that he had.
The Magician was decitigrating the wall over some graffiti when Jacob found him. The man noticed him but before he could start his powers, Jacob spoke up. "Don't dust off please!" The man didn't dust off but he did make a smart ass remark that caught Jacob off guard. It was so like Josiah that it made Jacob let out a little chuckle. The villain was looking at him a bit odd but Jacob couldn't exactly help the look on his face. He was just so excited to be able to see a super in action. The man told asked him what it was he wanted. Right. Jacob straightened when he was told to make it quick. "I won't waste your time with a full explanation of why then. I want to know how your powers work." Jacob rolled his eyes when the man said he didn't know how they worked just that they did. "Yes. I am aware you probably haven't tested them out. I was more wanting to know if per chance I could study you. I want to write a research paper about your powers. No names. Total anonymity. Just want to know how your powers work."
Jacob waited a bit for an answer before speaking again. Perhaps the man needed something to make it worth his time. "I can pay you for your time. Not as much as your bank robberies but I'm not against making it worth your time." Jacob fidgeted a moment before he caught sight of the man's cane being the part that was touching the wall. He opened his mouth before biting his lip. "Do you..." He started then stopped before finally deciding the hell with it. He would just ask. It was in the name of science. He always had a singular focus and more confidence when it came to his studies. "Since you were using your cane to mark your territory I assume that you don't have to touch things to disintegrate them?"
Travis rematerialized his fingers with an exasperated sigh. "I don't fucking know. I just do it, never thought about how or why and I never gave a damn to." He frowned before muttering at the proposition of being studied. "I test them out, but I don't think I really care for other people to know what I can and cannot do." At the suggestion of payment he rolled his head and tapped his cane in thought. The student or whatever he was certainly couldn't pay him anywhere near what he can make on his heists. Money didn't really matter when you can get all you want with your five finger discount. Maybe he can get something out of him? He looked him over. He wasn't bad looking, just looked like the kids he used to bully with those glasses. Nope. Not really into that. Maybe he could have a lackey, make him run circles for his amusement? Before he can settle on what he can get out of him he was asked another question but with more straightforward confidence.
"Mark my territory?" He let out a laugh. He hadn't thought that of what he was doing, just leaving his mark like the old "I was here" graffiti on bathroom walls. "That is a new one. No. I don't have to touch them." He leaned on his cane and stared at the man, disintegrating his glasses after a moment. "See? Oh... wait, you probably can't." He rematerialized them before shifting his weight off the cane again before standing next to the wall, slapping it with his palm and leaving a perfect handprint indented. "Just easier to touch. I don't have to think as hard." He scratched his jaw before mumbling something about having trouble thinking half the time as he turned his back to the now excited man.
Jacob blinked when his glasses disintegrated, well that was rude. He frowned until he got them back after a moment before looking at what the Magician had done to the wall. The disintegration was perfect. He inspected the wall while the man was thinking with his back turned. Jacob needed to study this villain. He needed samples, tests and such from him. This was the first super he had come across and he wasn't going to let this chance go lightly. Jacob stood up from the hand print before humming. "So you aren't against being studied then?" Jacob walked around to the front of the Magician before speaking again. "Okay, next question. How much control do you have in your dust form? I saw you one day making a middle finger at the police while you were disintegrated." He rolled his eyes when the man made a comment about Jacob stalking him. No.
"Not that I don't think that you are attractive, but that really wasn't my focus. Your powers are more of interest to me than you body right now. Besides. You are the one who kept bumping into me for a while and giving me money." He paused, "Also kept telling me how pretty I was each time. But regardless, I do wish to study your abilities." Jacob cocked head. Another question popped out of him before he could really stop it, "When you dust, do you feel yourself disintegrating or is it painless and unnoticeable?"
Travis stepped back when the nerd was in front of him again. "No..?" He wasn't against the idea, hell, if he can learn to do new tricks to fuck with people that would be awesome. So long as it doesn't become some strange ordeal where he is detained against his will and subject to all kinds of medical experiments. That shit isn't cool. When he was confronted with another question he narrowed his eyes. Just how long has he been watching him? "You're not a stalker are you?" When he got the answer that he wasn't he eased up a bit. He felt a bit insulted when he was told that his powers was more interesting than his body. Sure, it was nice to hear that the bruised nerd thinks he is attractive but it isn't the other way around... or was it? He looked down and squinted as he struggled to pull the memories back. He had the faintest memory that there was someone that he had given money to. But he was sure he didn't have glasses.
"Ok, hold up. You said you would fucking pay me for this shit, right? Then go get me a burger... Not just a plain one, I want it with all the works. Extra mustard. And fries... Know what? I don't even want a soda, get me a shake." He shooed the man. "Go. I'll be around here but not for long so hurry." He watched him run off again before turning his attention back to the wall. He didn't really feel like finishing writing his name. That moment had gone and passed. He walked around the alley before dusting into another building a block away. It was an apartment building and he spent a good few minutes finding everything that had a battery and disintegrating them. He even went as far as to find the spares they had and got rid of those too. He must have taken longer than he thought because the nerd was looking around for him with a bag in hand.
He rematerialized behind him and reached around, grabbing the shake from him. "I don't feel shit." He drank some of the shake as he took the bag from him. "It's like those fucking dreams where you fall and you feel it in your gut? That shit but all over. I don't even notice it anymore." He walked across the street into the park and sat down before going through the bag, stuffing a few fries in his face as he listened to the other questions that were being asked. He ignored him for the most part being more interested in food since he had forgotten to eat since the night before. After he took a bite of the burger he paused. This could be a perfect opportunity to have a question that had been bothering me answered. He held it towards the nerd that sat beside him, chittering away.
"Eat it." He pulled it away when he reached for it. "Not the whole thing, just a fucking bite." He waited until he took a bite. Once he saw him swallow he disintegrated the burger and rematerialized it a moment later. "Take another fucking bite. Do it." He shoved it towards his face. "Does that shit taste different to you?" He took a bite and spoke with his mouth full, "because it does to me."
A burger? Jacob supposed that since the man was making money on the side with his crimes that money wasn't something that would be really a reward for him. Fine then. "You better be around when I get back then." Jacob walked down to a diner he often passed by when he had been hunting for a graduation gift for Josiah. Now that he didn't go to the pawn shop as often he supposed that it wouldn't be a bad thing just to try the place. Sure he could have just gotten something from the many fast food restaurants around but he felt like he was being tested. It might have been all in his head but he felt like this was a test in order to get the villain's trust. Right. He wouldn't make the mistake of assuming he could touch again. He rubbed his cheek as he waited for the burger to arrive thinking of questions that he wanted to ask the other man. He knew that super powers were a genetic mutation. They could be passed by genes but often times they showed up out of the blue. The first recorded supers were thought to be witches and often sought sanctuary among the church. Ironic since once inside the church, they were respected and well hidden. In the World Wars, supers were given their own battalions and a few of them lead them. He read about an anonymous morph who lead his own squad in Vietnam. Jacob walked back, carrying the shake and meal with him. He had gotten his own burger but had eaten it on his way back. The man had told him to hurry. Jacob hadn't wasted any time but he worried it was all a trick to get him to leave. The alley was empty which made Jacob's stomach sink. At least until he saw an arm reappear around him to take the shake from him.
Good the man had kept his word. Jacob hummed at the assessment of what the man felt when he dusted and rematerialized. He followed the villain as he walked off to assess what it was that Jacob brought to him. Jacob thought about what he wanted to ask. He knew the man could transport good and clothing but he wondered about a limit. Perhaps things that could mess with how his dust particles reacted to each other. "Is there a limit to how much you can transport at once?" Jacob wasn't offended his question was ignored but it lead to more questions inside his mind. "Obviously you can transport clothing and I've seen you transport money. Do you know any drugs or if alcohol can mess with that ability? Is there a limit to how long you can travel in dust form?" Jacob paused, "A bit more personal than I'd like but there is some genetic link in powers, do you have any super family?"
Jacob paused when the super held out the burger too him. Eat it? Jacob went to go take the burger but was told just to take a bite. He was confused but took a bite. Once he had swallowed the villain dusted the burger. Once it was back together, the man had him take another bite. The villain was right. It did taste different. It wasn't bad per say. It was off though. Like something was missing. "It does taste different." He turned to his bookbag and rifled through it before pulling out a soda. "Would you mind trying again for me?" Once the soda was dusted and back he tasted it. Sure enough the soda was flat." Facinating. Jacob rifled through his bag, pulling out another item and having the villain dust it and put it back together before pulling out a magnifying glass and taking it to the object. Nothing on the outside was wrong with it but he would have to take it under a microscope when he got back to the university.
"Would you be opposed to lab work?" He saw the man pause. Right supers were hesitant to be studied medically. "I mean meeting me at the university lab and disintegrating things and putting them back together. I would like to see if what happens in the burger is distinguishable under a microscope." Jacob paused, "I am not going to lie. I would love to hook you up to readers and see if your heart rate or blood pressure changes when you dust but I understand if that is going too far."
So he wasn't fucking crazy, it makes the food taste different. He stared at the can that was handed to him. He knew how it was going to turn out but he decided to humor the guy. He tapped it and turned it to dust before materializing it. He watched him open the can and drink it. He didn't need an explanation on what he tasted. It was flat. If he focused really hard it would keep some of the carbonation but he had no interest it proper demonstrations. He just wanted to eat his lunch. He had learned the hard way that he can't steal beer by disintegration because it would either be completely flat or become flat rather quickly. Without another word he did the same trick on a small notebook and watched as it was examined with a magnifying glass. Who the hell carries one with them anyways? What a weirdo.
Travis tensed and glowered at the budding scientist at the suggestion of going to a lab. There is the trap. Harmless tests on other objects but he really wants to hook him up to all kinds of wires and monitors. 'Heart rate and blood pressure my ass,' Travis thought.
"No. I am not letting you so much as think of hooking some kind of monitor on me. If I follow your poindexter ass to a lab, you are going to try to weasel it into the tests. So no. No lab." He shoved a handful of fries in his mouth, dropping one on his lap. "I will answer your questions and then I am going to go back to fucking with people." He waited until the questions he ignored was repeated. "Just me. My whole family is a bunch of fucking freaks but I am the only super. I don't know how much I can carry. I once took a whole fucking Lexus once but it exhausted me. Took a day off of fucking shit up after that." He slurped the rest of the shake before disintegrating it and dropping the dust on the ground. He wiped his hand on his pants before digging out the rest of the fries. "Actually... I can tell when I drank too much because I lose body parts." He thought for a moment before adding, "I can't put myself back together on hallucinogens. Or I do ... Just not right. Speaking of which..." He stood and stretched. "I gotta go pick some shit up before I head back. Thanks for the food."
Jacob could understood where the man was coming from. If he was a super, he wouldn't want to follow some stranger back into a laboratory and be tested. That had never ended well before. He watched as the man dusted his shake and cup. Was that considered littering? The dust particles seemed to almost disappear instantly. When the villain brought up the questions again, Jacob repeated them. The answers were startling but telling. The man could dust things that were bigger than him but it often wasn't worth it. The Magician had not other supers in his family. He was probably the first instance of super in his family. Of course with the promise of being anonymous, he couldn't really get into the family aspect too much. Of course his wonder about the man's family was forgotten when he talked about hallucinogens making him unable to put himself back together right. That was most interesting since that made Jacob wonder if part of the reason the man could put something together was linked to his recognition of it. Especially when the man told him about how he tended to lose body parts when he drank too much. Huh. That kind of made Jacob wonder if the man's penis was also something he lost while drunk.
The villain thanked him for the food and left. Well, Jacob could study the soda and the paper back at the lab. Once he did he found something intriguing. The man was oxidizing things. He would bet that the car that was stolen had some rust after being dusted and back again. That was why the soda was flat as well. Oxygen got mixed in when the man made things reappear. With living items it wasn't really a big deal since the body consumed oxygen. It probably had the feel like wearing an oxygen mask for a while. Well he would have the man do more things and see if this held true.
Over the course of the next few months Jacob was feeding the villain. The requests were almost always for food or booze so Jacob often came prepared later on. Once the man finished his meal, either the liquid or the solid one then the session would be over. However....Jacob had been finding the man other places as well. Once when he had been grocery shopping the villain have visited him without asking for anything. Another time he was relaxing in the park when he opened up his eyes and saw the villain over him. It was amusing to see that the villain was looking forward to their visits so he came on his own. It didn't bother Jacob that he never met him at the college since he had learned to start carrying his bookbag with him. Today however he was found while he was checking out appartments for Josiah. Since the man had high expectations and low patience he made Jacob sort through all the listings before giving him a final list. The apartment he was standing in had a window open so that must have been how the villain got in.
The man's opinion of the place was colorful. He said that this place was one of those 'hidden shitholes'. Jacob blinked pausing over his clipboard. What did that mean? He cocked his head, "As in?" Jacob smiled when the man went on about the building being one stiff wind away from falling in. Intriguing. "Can you see inside the walls?" Jacob was started to learn that the man could see while he was dusted. Damn that made more sense than he would like. Jacob huffed, "So what can I do for you today, Magic Man?" He chuckled a moment before walking down the stairs. The man had been honest with him before so he trusted the assessment that this place was a shithole. The man seemed a little startled that Jacob had believed him just like that. That Jacob wasn't fighting him on it. The building did look nice but Jacob wasn't one to doubt someone who had been honest to him. He put his clipboard in his beat up car before looking back. "Do you want to come along? I'll feed you." He watched the man think it over. It would take longer than just their normal half hour or so but the man seemed a bit adrift. "If not. I was wondering if we could visit the docks today? I was curious if I got a fresh fish what would happen when you disintegrated it. You mix oxygen unconsciously with whatever you are dusting back. So would that make a fresh fish meat spoil?" The magician bitched about how that would smell and Jacob smiled. "I suppose but all my little tests are hard to get a read on how much oxygen is added in. Something freshly caught could be quickly tested. Also if it is easy to tell how spoiled fish is." Jacob shrugged, "Up to you."
After a few run ins with the little researcher that could, he found a new way to kill time. Whenever he was tired of listening to Mavis complain about how they need to change with the times, he would go out into the city to look for the one person who seemed to even like listening to him. That and he got free food and booze. He mostly stayed for the food and drink but as much as he hated to admit it, it was nice to talk to someone. He never got his name because it didn't come up and he liked that. He didn't care to know names. He only knew his bandmates names and the pawnshop owner because they had known each other for years or was a great source of income.
One day, Travis was bored of causing hell and decided to go find poindexter. He caught him getting groceries and hung around to shoot the shit before heading off. Another time he was hungry but didn't feel like spending his own money. He found the student napping in the park so he decided to sneak his wallet out of his pocket. Instead he woke up so they talked. For a moment when he was reaching into his coat he thought he looked rather cute with his eyes shut but that thought passed as quickly as his particles in the wind. He was passing through an apartment building that misinformed snooty bastards like to rent when he heard a voice that was familiar. He dusted himself through the vents into one of the vacant apartments and materialized behind his food lackey who cast a glance at the window assuming he came from that direction.
"You don't want to move here, it's one of those hidden shitholes." He smacked his cane in front of him and rested his hands on the fake jewel that rested at the top. "Seriously, I am pretty fucking sure a strong wind will knock this shit over or the fart out of fat man's ass." When he was asked if he could see inside the walls, Travis tilted his head and looked towards the vent he went through. "In a way. I can see but not really when I am a cloud. It's weird. Like a fish lens but I don't always need eyes. Anyways, the vents are fucking shot, held together by duct tape, termites have gnawed the fuck out of some of the older beams and the iron ones are rusted as fuck. I am pretty sure the morons that own the place just decided to brick over any crumbling parts and say, 'well, that fixes that, now lets raise the rent so people think this is a nice place to fucking live.' And morons fucking eat it up."
He stared at the man who seemed entertained that he found him. It wasn't like he was fucking looking for him. He just happened to be looking at a vacant apartment in the building where he was scratching peoples DVDs. Shit is fancy. Why do they have to mess with a good thing? They aren't even as fun to tear up as VHS tapes and those fuckers that buy them were assholes lording it up over those who didn't have a DVD player. VHS was perfectly fine. He watched as the younger man crossed out the listing and left. He just took his word for it? He could have been making shit up. It wasn't often that anyone took his word like that, even his long time friends. He always got a "yeah, yeah, sure. Whatever you say, Travis." Maybe after some resistance they admit he was right but they always assumed he was talking out of his drunk ass. Not that he wasn't drunk most the time he talked to what's his face. At the suggestion of food he thought. He was getting hungry but he also had to get ready for a gig.
"You want me to go to the docks? That shit fucking stinks worse than a woman's pussy. Why the hell would I want to go there and get that stench on my fingers? I would like to try to get laid at some point today and fish fingers would fucking blow that shit." He crosses his arms and frowned. However disgusted he was with the suggestion, the explanation on why was intriguing. He didn't know that he caused oxygen to get into things. He figured that the particles were exposed to air but not so much as oxygen in particular. "You know what. I'll save you the trouble. If it is alive, it'll be fucking dead when I put it back. Never could do living things. And I don't really want to deal with that shit anymore. I'm done testing that shit and I am not going to go back to trying just for some nerd who has nothing better to do than talk to a criminal like me." He paused for a moment before staring at the young man. "I have a better idea. Why don't you have a few drinks with me? I have shit to do and it usually ends badly so I prefer to be at least halfway drunk at the start. I'm too sober now. And no, this isn't some kind of friendship or date or whatever the fuck your little brain wants to spin it." He crossed his arms and looked away grumbling. "It's just that every time you give me alcohol, I am the only one drinking. Makes me feel like I'm some kind of alcoholic, which I am not."
When he got a hesitant answer, he sent him out on a beer run. Since he was still out and about as a villain, he hid behind one of the public bathrooms in the park. He had filched some cheap lawn chairs from a nearby apartment and set them behind the tall decorative bushes that covered the ever defaced walls. It seemed that was the best way to do with the slow increase in gang activity in the area. Just plant shit to cover up the walls that are always graffitied over once they cleaned it up. When the beer arrived, Travis took one of the beers, cracking it open and chugging it. Once it was empty he tossed it in the air and hit it with his cane, disintegrating it into a cloud. He would be ready to leave once he starts missing the can. "So, Einstein. Got any more fucking questions? You got about... how many beers did you bring? You have that long to get them out and then I am out of here."
Jacob blinked when the man griped to high heaven about smelling like fish. He supposed that made sense but he would only be touching with one finger and the fish wouldn't be alive. He cocked his head when the man said he tended to kill things when he disintegrated them. The villain then suggested getting beer. Jacob only raised an eyebrow at him when he talked about that he wasn't an alcoholic. He had never seen the man fully sober. Sure, there were times that he was less drunk than others but he was still drunk. Jacob hesitated before finally agreeing to have a few beers with the man. He was send on a beer run and they came back behind a public restroom. Jacob didn't really know anything about beer but he had found a cheap beer that was cheaper in a forty pack then most regular beers. Jacob sighed as he watch the villain start downing the liquid. He was asked if he had any more questions for the villains. There were a few but they took a minute to get to. "Can you heal yourself when you reappear?" He paused and watched the villain blaze through the beer. Well this was also kind of an experiment since the villain had talked about losing body parts when he was drunk. Jacob huffed, looking back up at the man, "What body parts have you lost before?" He was genuinely curious. There were many answers that he could think of. Of course he glanced down at the man's crotch in thought for a moment. Some of the things he thought that the man had lost before were not publicly appropriate. Jacob leaned back in the chair. The villain had been patient and answered all the questions Jacob had thought of but left just as suddenly as usual. Well then. Jacob smiled, picking up the few beers that had been left in the case. He couldn't really stay here without the protection of the villain so he moved on.
It was a few hours later that he curiously came back to the place behind the restroom. Jacob had gotten food for himself and taken the beers home to his dorm. Of course, after working on homework again he had come back. He had been curious if the man would come back. Since the villain had spoken like he might. And well...Jacob was feeling a little frisky after having a few beers. He wasn't an idiot though. He wasn't good had random hook ups if the last time that he had tried said anything. He felt too much and obviously others did not. Jacob started at the lounge chair where the Magician had been sitting. It wasn't the first time that he had thought about fucking the sass out of the man. If he was anything like Josiah. His brother tended to be nicer after a night out.
It was while standing there that he saw a dick materialize. Jacob cocked his head, looking around startled. The Magician had said he had never heard of anyone with powers like him before. This was almost too good to be true. Jacob bit his lip. It was like a dirty genie was out there granting Jacob's wish. Debating for a bit longer, he finally decided to take it. After all, what kind of person left their dick behind for anyone to find? It was like the poor thing was neglected and running away. Jacob was obviously just the person to take care of this neglected body part. After all he was becoming a doctor.
Driving his car to a safer part of the city, Jacob pulled into a parking garage. It wasn't the most ideal location to take care of his new patient but after all he wasn't picky. This was a lovely dick. It was still warm and the veins had a slight heartbeat to them. Fascinating. Jacob grinned before putting the tips to his lips. He licked the penis, working his tongue around the head. Deciding that the poor unfortunate dick needed more application of his doctoring skills he decided to go down on the member. He moaned slowly putting a hand down his pants before he heard a thud. There on the hood of the car was the Magician. He looked a bit relieved if a bit confused. Well this was awkward. Jacob moaned, licking the tip again before the other man said anything. "You shouldn't have neglected it. It ran away. I decided to give it a new home. After all I seem to be taking better care of it than you are."
Travis packed down the beers, answering the questions in between cans. "More or less, there was a time I got grazed by a bullet but it healed pretty quick. Fuck if I know if it was because I materialized or what." He chugged another beer. "Hurt like a bitch though." At the question of the body parts he had lost before, he had to pause and think. There were so many times he had gotten drunk enough to lose a piece of him it was hard to keep track and his memory wasn't always the best. Far too many black outs fogged his mind. "It depends, sometimes it is a finger, others it is a whole fucking arm." He opened another can. "I think I lost my head once." He snorted a laugh as he talked into the can. "That was one hell of a Halloween party." Once he drank enough to be ready to put up with the many pawing hands of drunk women he disappeared with a "see you later."
He got his ass chewed out for not being there soon enough to help set up some of the equipment but his bandmates understood that he was taking care of his needs. The need for more alcohol. They put up with his obvious alcoholism because that is how they have always known him and that he was the one gay man in the group and the most popular with women. The few times he had to put up a front that he took an interest in women, he would find the closest lesbian or any woman who had no interest in him and paid her to sit on his lap. That was his way of taking one for the team but his mood was always the worst afterwards. Once they played through their set, which brought even more fans in since they were including some of Travis's new songs. Songs that were inspired by being around the four-eyed researcher. They had an odd message of being stalked or studied which for some strange reason seemed to bring out the crazies. He needed something stronger than beer to drink.
Without much thinking on what he was being given, Travis asked for whatever was new and in the biggest bottle they had. Unfortunately for him, it was tequila. Tequila had a nasty habit of bringing out his sentimental side which often ended up with him clinging to whoever was closest and going on about his current relationship status. He left and changed back into his villain attire taking sips from the bottle when he thought he felt someone touch his dick. He looked around trying to figure out why he felt a breeze until he felt something warm and wet touch the tip.
His cock had materialized somewhere and someone had it.
All the worst scenarios came to mind, the biggest one being that it was some horny groupie wanting to knock herself up. He tied his hair back quickly, having missed getting out all the knots from when he teased it and disintegrated. He could sense the proximity of his parts and made a straight line to where the missing piece was with a mental chant of 'please don't be a woman' stuck on repeat. When he reached the car where the dick thief was he materialized a bit too far over than where he had meant, falling on top of the hood. Ever the alcoholic, he kept his thumb on the tequila bottle he brought with him so he wouldn't lose a drop. He found himself staring at the nerd of a million questions with his cock in his mouth. Before he could get a word out he received a snarky remark about how he had neglected his cock.
"Thank god, you aren't a woman," Travis sighed as he rolled off the hood in the most undignified manner, stabilizing himself on the door. When the window was rolled down he jabbed a finger at him but struggled to find the words. It was surreal to feel his dick in his mouth when he was fully clothed and had a car door between the man and his crotch. His eyes dropped down and saw that he had a hand down his pants, slowly stroking himself as he continued to suck. "Fuck... You're fucked up, you know that?" When he pulled his cock out of his mouth Travis shook his head. "I didn't say stop did I? And for your information... I fucking take care of it, you... you incubus. You fucking stole it. I don't know how..." He took a swig of tequila and swayed. "...but you did. You dick thief. You... cock-lomaniac. Taking my dick with your five finger... hot mouth discount." He rested the bottle on the roof of the car and watched the nerd finish what he was doing. This was entirely new for him but the closer he got to orgasm the worse it became. He could feel his body wanting to pull itself back together and he felt backed up, like he was being prevented from cumming. "Fuck, this isn't good." He stepped back and tried to undo his pants groaning. He might be drunk but he didn't want anything in the way for his cock to return. Once he freed his groin his dick disintegrated and materialized, instantly climaxing along the side of the car. He was hunched over moaning, hips bucking in the strongest orgasm he had. After a moment he stared at the young man and couldn't say anything. "I fucking love your twisted mind." He tried to pull up his pants one handed and was failing at it until he got help. "I need to fucking lie down..." He materialized in his car, grabbing onto his arm and resting his head on his shoulder as he took another sip of tequila.
He didn't know where he took him but he followed. The whole time he staggered, arm wrapped around his chest and chin on his shoulder. He supposed he took him to a motel because they were at a counter for a room. Was he getting laid? Fuck yes, he hoped he would but there were more pressing matters at hand. "Hey!" He yelled as he saw the receptionist reach for a phone. "I won't tell anyone I was fucking here. Or you're dead." He held onto Jacob tighter and handed him his nearly empty bottle. "Here's a fucking tip.." He pulled out some stolen money that had been crammed into his suit coat and threw it in the receptionist's face before snatching the key and following Jacob to the room. When they got inside he stumbled to the bed and collapsed onto it. He looked up at the shorter man as he took off his shoes and declared he was too drunk to have sex. There was no such thing... was there? When he didn't cave into his demands for him to join Travis in the bed, he pulled him down next to him and wrapped his arms around him tightly. He scooted his body as close as he could, muttering "I need this." When his cuddle buddy started to speak he shushed him loudly and rubbed his hand on his face. "Shh... shush... you... gorgeous nerd." He nuzzled his neck and tangled their legs together. "Shut up...." After a moment of a long silence between them Travis broke it with a whisper. "....I'm lonely...." When he got a response, he fell asleep midsentence trying to say, "Let's be lonely together."
Jacob paused when the villain told him that he was fucked up. Perhaps. He wouldn't even had attempted it if the dick had still been attatched to the man. There was less pressure when it was just a dick by itself. There was no disappointing a dick. He had taken the man's member out of his mouth before being told that the villain wasn't telling him stop. Jacob chuckled. Yes that definitely reminded him of his sibling. Although his sibling wasn't someone he wanted to be thinking about with a dick in his mouth. He moaned when the villain called him an incubus. If the truth was to be told, he felt like one. The villain was focused on him solely. All the names the man was calling him meant nothing under the circumstances. The villain was enjoying the hell out of this.
Of course all good things must come to an end and Jacob felt the dick disappear before watching the villain climax on the side of his car. Interesting. He couldn't cum while appart. They had talked about how the super couldn't do liquids well but this was an interesting twist. Jacob blinked when the villain materialized next to him. The man was affectionate but told him he needed to lie down. Interesting. Obviously they couldn't go to the dorms but they couldn't go to the villain's place either. Deciding to pony up since he had been the one to start sucking a dick without permission, he would pay for the motel. It wasn't a great place but as he bought a room they didn't seem to mind the very inebriated villain hanging off of him. He asked about food delivery and was glad to hear that they had it in the area.
So he wrangled his drunk into the bed. The man was going on about having sex. Whining because he couldn't have any then telling Jacob he didn't really want any. He just wanted to be close to somebody. Jacob finished taking off the Magician's boots right before being pulled into the bed. He was told that they could be lonely together. Jacob was just glad that the man let go of having sex since he wasn't sure that he would be okay with sex while the man was this into his cups. Instead he happily settled into the embrace.
The next morning however his drunkard villain was still not awake. Jacob tried to slide out of the bed but he was thwarted at every turn. He tried being gentle then tried being a bit harder. Of course the man was stronger than him and totally out cold. Instead Jacob called in a delivery of food that would be placed right inside the door, and started to play snake on his phone. Once the villain in question woke up, Jacob was free to sit up. He watched the man groan, asking about what he had to drink last night. Jacob snorted, "Half a case of beer and a whole bottle of Tejuilla." The villain tensed up before realizing who it was that he was in bed with. 'The nerd' wasn't something he liked to be known by but it was better than a lot of other things so he let it go.
Of course then to add insult to injury Jacob was told that the villain hoped he hadn't fucked Jacob. Rude. Jacob rolled his eyes. "I sucked off your disembodied dick then you were too drunk to have sex after. Not for lack of trying though. You wanted to follow me home. Obviously that wasn't going to happen so I brought us here." He listened to the man go over the story before saying that he remembered Jacob sucking him off. Right. Jacob would hope so. "You were endlessly fascinated by it so I hope so." Of course then Jacob remembered the promise he had made to a drunken villain. ""Did you want breakfast? You were upset that we couldn't have real sex so I told you I would fix you breakfast if you wanted it." When the unshocking answer was that the man wanted booze Jacob told him flatly that he didn't have any because the Magician was on a mission last night. When asked about that Jacob sighed, "What you said you wanted? Well it went between just holding me and wanting to fuck me. I told you if you didn't feel like death warmed over in the morning we would talk about it." The man had had a lot of booze so it wasn't an unreasonable reaction of course Jacob could mention why he was hesitant on a morning hook up. "It kind of depended on how you reacted. I didn't have a good time last time I had sex with a stranger." Jacob walked over the kitchenette before making the bacon and eggs. "Figured you would want to dust as soon as you ate." He commented when he came back with two plates and sat on the bed. After all the man always left in a hurry.
That morning however he lingered. They talked for a while before the villain disappeared. They had talked after the eggs and the bacon had gone. Which, to most people wouldn't mean much but to Jacob it meant that the super was a little more trusting. It was like taming down a feral animal. A dog? Perhaps a cat with an attitude like the man had. Jacob cleaned up the dishes before checking out. Only time would tell he supposed.
The archnemesis of the Magician has appeared and that devilish fiend goes by the name of "Hungover." The waking world smacked Travis in the face like a ton of bricks and he rolled onto his back groaning as he held his head. "What the hell did I drink last night?" He whined to himself, not expecting an answer as he struggled to climb out of whoever's bed he was in. He froze when he heard an all too familiar voice pipe up behind him with the answer. He looked over and found the one person he had been reluctantly spending time with sitting up beside him. "The nerd! As much as I love to get laid, please tell me we didn't fuck. Last thing I need is to find out I stuck my dick in some dweeby looking mother fucker." He listened as he got a brief recap of what they did and he struggled to piece things together. He remembered slamming a case of beer with him and then going to his gig. He remembers the tequila. Then there was nothing but watching him suck his disembodied dick with a tipsy smirk. He rubbed his temples trying to remember what came after that but it was only in pieces. Him pulling him into bed, stumbling behind him, a bit of the car ride but nothing besides that. "I remember you sucking my dick... that was fucked up." 'Pretty hot too...' he thought to himself. He didn't remember an offer of breakfast but he asked for his usual: the hair of the dog.
He watched the nerd gather whatever goods that was dropped by and cook it in the small kitchenette. Was this a hotel? It was practically a studio apartment. A cramped ass studio apartment. He supposed it was one of those hotels that realized that they might as well give whatever hookers in the area a sound place to stay. Travis didn't know how he would react with food in his stomach. It was a coin flip if it would make him feel better or worse but he decided to chance for the better. He took the plate he was handed and started eating. "I know the feeling," he finally spoke up with a mouthful, referring to bad sexual experiences. "I can't tell you how many times I got my ass kicked for trying to fuck the wrong guy." He didn't know why but hearing a little on the little researcher that could's sexual failures made him want to talk about his. Probably because he looked down and Travis had to always one-up someone about whatever it was they were talking about. "I can't stand kissing. Only complete fucking losers kiss. Love sick bastards. Makes me ill. And don't get me started on that sappy hand holding bullshit. We fucking get it, you two are fucking but that won't mean a lick of dick once it ends because it always fucking ends." He stuffed the rest of his food and spoke with his mouthful. "Heartbreak, broken dreams and fucking--.... Ugh.... I hate it. That's why I will stay single until the day I fucking die."
He tossed his plate aside and folded his arms, leaning back against the headboard. He couldn't stand anything that brought about intimacy. He strictly kept everything casual and unattached. He never saw a relationship work and he didn't want to get himself involved in that. He was sure that it wasn't healthy, everyone told him so, but he didn't want to end up an emotional wreck or hung up on some piece of ass that treated him wrong. Every person that shown him interest he ran off before he could even develop any feelings. He liked the numbness that came with his constant state of inebriation. But he didn't bring that up. That was only something that started to come to mind once sobriety began to creep back into his life. He needed a stiff drink. The little scientist changed the subject and he chatted as he nursed his hangover with the cheap coffee that was provided before leaving.
It didn't really feel like he left though.
The next few days he was kicking himself in the ass because he dropped his guard just enough to talk about personal issues. He never gave a shit about sharing how his sex life was besides weither or not he got his dick wet. He went back to his usual routine of preparing for gigs, drinking and sneaking into concerts. He still had room on his jean jacket for patches and he was always looking for another band to rock out to. It had been a few months where he only saw the walking questionnaire a couple more times when he found himself being tapped on the head. He looked up at the guitarist of a successful band who's dick he had been sucking as payment for bumming some of his drugs. Was he fine? He hadn't realized that he had stopped sucking his dick and had been staring off into nothing. He found himself thinking of that damned four eyed bastard and wondering how far he had gotten on that paper he supposedly had been writing. It was getting close to the new millennia and he hasn't heard on how far he had gotten. Or why he even gave a shit. Maybe he needed a break to clear his head.
He had bumped into the nerd a couple times but had disappeared before he could get a word in edgewise. He tried to figure him out or how to bring up the paper without sounding like he was actually interested, because he wasn't. He didn't care about school or any of that bullshit. The guy had been working on it at the end of the semester and all through summer for all he knew. Hell, he even followed him a few times, watching him go about his day when they crossed paths and he didn't notice. It was always worse when he drank tequila.
It was a particularly hot day in September when Travis decided he was going to figure some shit out and kill time. His plan was to get blazing drunk and enjoy the last heat wave of the year to fuck with people's cars. He backed out of a grocery store shouting at the employees because they insisted he couldn't drink on the premises and that they would call the cops. He didn't care. He took a step back and slammed into someone knocking him back. He looked down and saw the nerd picking his glasses up. He didn't know what to say. He was himself, not the Magician. He didn't want to give his identity away but the strangest thing happened. He reacted like he knew him. Did he know he was the Magician? No. It wasn't that, he wouldn't be looking at him so upset. He couldn't put his finger on it but maybe they had met but whenever that was he was either in a black out or on the edge of one. Whatever. He stood there drinking his beer and watched him go inside before leaving. He came back searching for him as the Magician before telling him to meet him at one of the overpasses in the city.
Travis sat on one of the concrete beams underneath the overpass that was his personal hang out. It was always cooler underneath in the summer and people didn't bother him there. He dusted to the bridge and found the nerd looking around for him. He shown him the hard way down by climbing behind the traffic sign and the rope bridge he fastened for his buddies, after all, the easy way required disintegration. It took some skill to maneuver and he found himself leading him the whole way until they were in his little cubby. There was a mattress, sleeping bag, half a carton of stale cigarettes, a lamp, a stash of booze and a grocery bag full of bologna. Traffic was slow at this hour and they only had to wait a few seconds to speak when they were interrupted by the echoes of cars. Travis opened a package of bologna and sat on the edge of the beam and looked down as he chewed on the bland meat. When he was asked what they were doing there he held up a hand to silence him as he pulled another slice free. A moment later as a car drove under the bridge, he tossed the bologna slice, watching it stick to the trunk of the car. He pulled another free and did the same before handing his partner in delinquency a package of bologna.
"Don't let the mattress trick you," Travis shouted as he looked back at him. "I don't come here to fuck. I just... want to hang out. I'm bored." He looked back down and muttered that he really needed to think but he had a feeling that wouldn't happen anyways. Thinking wasn't one of his better skills.
The next few days after experiencing a morning after with the Magician, Jacob felt a little more confident. Of course that was a false sense of confidence. Jacob had been finishing his paper on the limits of disintegration as a power before he stopped to realize something else. He had enough information to learn about the side effects of having a power period. The study was only of two people however, so that wouldn't be enough to be able to publish it but he could talk about his hypothesis inside his papers. So he spent much of his summer term writing his paper between school work. He studied the materials he could and was glad that the school let him accelerate his courses. There was no reason that he needed to wait around for the other students to kick into gear while he was passing courses left, right, and center. The summer he mostly didn't take time off and the few times that he saw the villain he tried to talk to him but to no avail. Instead Jacob buckled down harder after every failed attempt. He finished a second hypothetical paper on the effects of the stigma against supers. It was damaging to see that supers were such a pariah in society. He made note that it was hard to fully study the effects with such a small sample size since he wasn't sure where to find more supers. Well and the League of Heroes, a super organization that had been around for the past ten years was only now starting to pick up.
It was September before he would see the villain again. He wasn't expecting it. He had just gone to the grocery to get a few things for his dorm. Next year, Josiah promised that he would have his own apartment. A reward for finding Josiah an apartment through all the headache of house hunting. If there was one thing to be said about his brother, he did pay his debts. Jacob was walking toward the door when he got knocked into. He picked up his glasses and put them on before seeing the rocker he had the unfortunate experience with. It wasn't like he hated the man. After all any malicious feeling had worked themselves out of his system from hearing about his brother beating the hell out of the man. No. He just didn't want to be near him. The man was acting like he recognized him but couldn't seem to place him. That was fine. Jacob flinched when the man moved too quickly and scampered away around him. Not today. He didn't need that drama today.
It didn't seem like long before he truly had to give up on his shopping for today. The Magician dusted in before ordering Jacob to meet him at an overpass. It really was on the villains terms when they seemed to meet. Jacob huffed before placing items back and going to the overpass in question. There wasn't anything truly exciting about it...at least there wasn't until the Magician showed him the entrance to his hide out. Jacob wasn't totally out of shape but it had been quite the workout to get up into the cubbie. He looked over the items inside before settling down next to the man. "What are we doing here?" He found himself asking as the man was eating bologna. Jacob watched in interest as the super showed him how to toss the bologna so that it would land on cars. Ah, so that was the purpose. Not a place to hook up apparently.
Jacob supposed that it wouldn't hurt. He tossed a few pieces here and there before looking back at the man. Jacob smiled. Even munching on the bland meat like he was there was something attractive about him. Not only that the odd glee he got from being a delinquent was adorable. Jacob put his bologna down, scooting closer to the other man. He wasn't sure how he wanted to do this. Jacob didn't want his sexual encounters to all end up the same so he didn't go for a kiss. He slid back from the edge and walked over to the mattress. Perhaps it was best to go with the more blunt approach? The man could always reject him if he didn't want any sexual activities. Jacob hummed, "So you said you don't hook up here? Would you be willing to change your mind about that rule?"
The villain didn't respond to him right away so Jacob turned his head to look. Jacob had seemed to stump the super or perhaps broken him. The villain stared at him with the bland super market meat sticking out of his mouth. It made the man look rather ridiculous but Jacob didn't mind. Jacob felt almost powerful throwing the man off his game. The Magician shoved the food into his mouth quickly before coming over. The words were garbled but considering the man had something against glasses he assumed it had to do with them. "Fine. I'll take them off but I get to see you first. Unbutton those clothes or strip. I don't care." Jacob raised a hand when the villain opened his mouth, "Yes, I realize the mask stays but the suit needs to open. I need access if I'm going to rock your world." The villain didn't seem to believe that Jacob could rock his little world but that was okay. He could show by actions if he needed to.
Jacob pulled off his own clothing, pulling out a condom from his wallet before sliding it onto the Magician. Once that was done and they both were naked, Jacob pulled off his glasses and set them to the side. Yes, he would be going almost blind but he could feel his way along. He positioned himself over the super's cock before slowly working his way down. "I apologize. It has been a while. Now, do you have a preference of what I shall call you or do I get to pick?" The man told him that he didn't fucking care what Jacob called him. Well that wasn't a name. Jacob thought he was getting better at this informal sex thing. He still wished he could Jacob grinned, starting to ride that cock, "Alright then, Handsome. Forgive me if I am a little rusty about this." He worked himself over the other man's cock slowly, feeling his way along the villain's chest before working his way up to his collar bone. Jacob felt the man tense as Jacob mouthed a spot on his neck before relaxing as Jacob made it clear he was after making a hickie. Jacob wasn't fast at this. He didn't want to be. After all, it seemed like the man didn't have a real job to get back to so he had all the time in the world to fuck himself. He lightly scratched the man's back before messing up his hair.
"That's right Handsome. I've got you right where I want you." Jacob teased before speeding up and letting the villain do more of the work. Neither one of them lasted long when they started to speed up. They both came rather quickly. Jacob slid off the other man, smiling as the villain fussed with his hair. It reminded Jacob of a bet hamster he had that would groom itself after being petted if it's hair wasn't laying correctly. Jacob smiled when he was told in a rather huffy voice that if the villain had wanted teased hair that he could have done it himself. Seriously, how could one be scared of a man that was so much like a sulky cat? Jacob smiled, "But where is the fun in that? Why not let sex style your hair?"
The Magician told him that he was glad someone got it. The man's long hair was being pulled back into some semblance of order when the super paused and glared at Jacob. He asked if Jacob was trying to stop him from committing crime since no one would take a man covered in hickies and having sex hair as a serious villain. Jacob snorted. Right the Magician was such a serious villain anyway. "Nope, I'm just marking my territory. I couldn't care less if you committed crime." Jacob lounged back on the mattress. He should be getting dressed himself but he had only gotten as far as his glasses when he got distracted watching the other man put himself back together. Jacob's statement however made the villain pause and ask him why. Well that was a simple answer as far as Jacob was concerned but he could only tell the man half of the story. He couldn't tell the man how he thought that his mannerisms were adorable. How could someone be so sulky yet take themselves seriously as a villain. No, instead he focused on the other half of the story. "Well it is a nice dick and I would like to come back to it."
That brought to the conversation of being on the regular. Jacob supposed one could call them fuck buddies but he never really liked to call them that. The villain asked him if he should come to Jacob every time he was horny then and Jacob told him that he should. They teased each other back and forth a bit with the villain commenting that Jacob would regret getting what he wished for and Jacob teasing him that the Magician was the one with a detachable dick so shouldn't he be more worried? It was fun to tease. Of course Jacob brought up that if they were to become more regular then the super would have to come on campus where the scary science equipment was. Of course the super didn't like this idea. He threatened to go get his needs satisfied elsewhere. Right, Jacob probably shouldn't have joked about that quite yet. Instead Jacob changed course, "All I really want to test is your stamina." The villain didn't believe that any nerd had good stamina. Jacob would show him wrong. Jacob asked if the alcohol the man was always drinking was so that the rest of the mere mortals could keep up with him.
It was fun but as much as Jacob didn't want to, he had to get back to his life. He pulled a pen out of his pocket before writing down the number of his cell phone. He didn't expect a number back since, obviously the villain had to keep his identity secret. Jacob huffed, "Let me know when you want to get together again and I'll try to be off campus. My classes are done by three so I doubt you'll have to go near the scary campus. I always answer so let me know where and I'll be there."
Travis didn't know how to get a conversation started so instead he focused on being a pain in commuters' asses. He shown his companion how to time his throws so it would land on cars but he didn't seem as enthusiastic about it as he was. It wasn't long that he gave up and had scooted closer. Travis looked over at him before stuffing another slice in his mouth. That was a bit close, but whatever, he just wanted the company. He hardly registered that he had gotten up and left until he was given a proposition. He stopped chewing on the slice and looked back at the nerd who got near the mattress. Did he really suggest sex? He looked at him debating on if he wanted to or not. It has been awhile since he has gotten laid, but he looked so much like the other boys he used to beat up in high school before he dropped out. Not wanting the opportunity to pass him, he shoved the rest in his mouth and spoke with his mouthful for him to take his glasses off.
As he undressed he was going to tell the nerd that he wasn't going to fall for outing himself, but he understood that the mask would stay. He seemed awfully straightforward and confident about asking him. Perhaps he was wrong about him being like the other nerds who couldn't even handle running away from his fist. Once the glasses were gone he sat on the mattress.
"Honestly, I don't believe you'll rock my world. Your type isn't very adventurous." He retorted when he got a confident explanation on why he needed to be undressed. He rolled his eyes behind his mask as the nerd climbed onto his lap. Okay. That was already a change from the norm he is used to. A good change. He let him take over listening to his moans. When he felt his lips against his neck he tensed. He didn't like when people got that close to his face. They had the nasty habit of trying to go for a kiss. When he felt teeth he relaxed and let him bite and suck to his heart's content. The small scratches and rough tugging of his hair as he rode him was exciting. He loved it, but he wasn't going to tell the younger man that he was close to being right. He didn't get his need to call him something. It didn't matter, it was just sex. That was all he wanted. Once they were done and separated, Travis tossed the spent condom over the edge where he heard breaks, car horns and the faint echo of shouting. A smile spread on his face. He didn't even have to see to know that it hit someone's windshield.
His hands went up to his hair that had been pulled completely out of the ponytail. He could feel how is was frizzed and wild. He grumbled about it since it was styled the way that he usually wore it. He stared at his sexual partner that still sported just glasses he smirked. "Finally, someone who gets it." He always like the wild, fresh out of bed look, especially if someone else had done so. The following conversation was awkward, at least to Travis. It almost sounded like the nerd wanted him to be in a committed relationship. He didn't even know his first name, although he was sure he had told him at some point. It did not matter to him because he didn't believe in committed relationships, they never work out. He wanted to know why he was adamant about "marking his territory" but he was fine with the excuse that he liked his dick. Of course he would, Travis liked his dick, too. They chatted, trading insulting comments with no real malicious intent before he was given his phone number.
Travis was going to make the college student regret giving him his number. If he had open season on his ass, he was going to be there as often as he could. If he thought that he had more stamina than Travis, then he was going to give him a run for his money, after all, nerds only really had brain stamina. When he was making his way to the rope bride, Travis grabbed him by the wrist. With the sex, he nearly forgot the reason he invited him out. He brought up the papers and listened with disinterest to hear how they were going. When he asked if he wanted a copy he told him he "didn't give a shit."
The next month was an ordeal. Travis had managed to memorize the phone number he had been given, if only with how often he called it. He would call the student whenever he had a chance before and after gigs, when he woke up in the afternoon after a long night of partying, and when he was bored. Every time they met and he had yet to run down the med student who seemed the keep up with him and enjoyed the frequency of their rendezvous. There was no hiding that he was seeing someone on the regular since each time he returned to his bandmate's apartment covered in hickeys.
"Why can't you just leave campus?" Travis grumbled through the payphone he was calling his bootycall on. He kicked the stand repeatedly as he listened to the excuses he was being given. There was a big exam coming up, he had to finalize a paper, it took too much time to meet him at the overpass and he always got stranded because his disintegrating the car to "store" it often allowed the bulk of the gas in the take to evaporate, along with slowly depleting all the other essential fluids that kept the vehicle running. "Why can't you for once just play hooky? You're fucking smart, you can wing it." He turned around, running his hands through his wild hair as he thought up his options. "Ugh.. Fine. I will go there. Just... tell me how to get to your damn dorm room. I am not going to go anywhere near the main buildings with those damn instruments you would love to stick to me are at." He listened as he described what the building looked like and which room was his. He could have sworn that he sounded excited about getting him to campus. Something he was sure he would regret. Travis told him he will show up at night since there was no way they were meeting before his gig. Of course, he never did talk about his own work schedule, though he did excessively ask about the student's.
Over the next month while they were on the regular, Jacob got more sex than he had ever gotten before. Of course that wasn't such a large number to beat being that he had only had sex twice unless you counted blowjobs and the like. The villain seemed to be on a mission to wear Jacob's number or his patience out but the med student wasn't stupid. He had a plan with this. His villain liked routine. He liked knowing he could come back again and again to the same person. It didn't seem to matter that it was Jacob so long as he was the same person in the same place. The super was remarkably like Josiah in being a creature of habit. However, the villain would call from all kinds of phones and at all hours of the evening and night. Mostly Jacob assumed that was because the villain was passed out drunk somewhere in the morning hours. He doubted the man had a real day job with the insane hours he kept. The booty calls were fairly regular in routine though. Jacob would go to the overpass where they had met the first time they started being regular, then his car would be turned into a handy pile of ash. Jacob would rock the villain's world and they would chat a while before Jacob would have to call for a tow because the super wasn't the greatest with liquids and the gas would halfway evaporate before Jacob could go anywhere. Needless to say he didn't keep much gas in his car in case of the meet ups.
However this pace couldn't keep up forever. With finals coming up, Jacob hated to leave the campus. He was studying inside one of the 'educational hang-outs' that the college had built so that the students could study while being social. The library was of course the best place to study but he couldn't take calls there. So he often hung around the lounge. Jacob looked up from his paper when he heard his phone ring. He answered his phone, listening to the Magician ask once more for sex. "I'm afraid this is going to be one of those times I cannot leave the campus. I would enjoy spending time with you but I can't today." He needed at least a few days to study but it wasn't like the villain called him up everyday. So he didn't really need to tell him that he needed three days to cram the course materials again before he was ready to go. The villain understandably wanted to know why so Jacob was honest. "Well I have a big test coming up." That was one way to describe the midterms he supposed, "I have a paper due as well. I need to finalize it and while I enjoy our time together I often end up stranded for a long while waiting for the tow truck to come." He cocked his head as he listened to the super whine and ask him to play hooky. Not likely. If it had been more serious then Jacob would have thought about it a little more. He also wished he could tell the super that if their meet ups were a little more predictable then he would have been able to set aside time However with the lack of schedule he just couldn't prepare. Jacob sighed, "Thank you for believing in my intelligence, however I wouldn't be able to just 'wing' this test. I need to review the materials and remember what the teachers are looking for." After all he related everything he learned to supers so he would have to relearn the normal way before going back to the super way.
The super however surprised him with his own sugguestion. He would just come over to the dorms. Alright then, that was an acceptable compromise. Jacob snorted when the villain warned him that he wouldn't go near the main building because Jacob wanted to stick instruments on him. True, that wasn't a lie but that wasn't were Jacob's brain was going. "Well, I would love to stick my instrument on you but it's more fun when you stick your instrument in me." He chuckled a moment before getting huffed at. Right, focus Jacob. Jacob directed him to the dorms in the simplest way he could. "My room is number 2002. It's on the left on the end of the second floor. My roommate works weird hours so he won't be home until early in the morning. You remember the way I told you? Back through the footpath marked with hoof prints and it is the fourth building on the left." He paused when the villain griped about the directions. "It's the Boxton Bulls. Not the Boxton cows. Or was it the Boxton Oxen? Not totally sure but they are male bovines." He rolled his eyes when the man commented more. Jacob snorted, because of course the villain was sulking about the whole thing. "I can't help that my time isn't always my own. I have met you every other time. It won't make you melt to have to come to me."
Travis found himself dressing at the pawn shop after another gig. He ignored the jokes and remarks about his sudden and now regular disappearance. Mavis joked about playing connect the dots on the various hickies. A joke that he had often carried out when Travis was unconscious from overindulging. Lugging a half a bottle of tequila with him, Travis managed to find his way to the dorm. He had to squint at the fading black ink on his palm that he had already sweated through to make sure he got the right room. He looked around and decided that the made bed was probably his bootycall's, given how he had a habit of straightening out the mattress they regularly fucked on. He kicked his feet up on the bed and made himself comfortable as he sipped at the tequila, waiting for him to come back from where ever he was coming from. When he heard the door open he slid off the bed and slammed the door shut once he was in.
"Well, hello there," He spoke as he tilted his head at the white coat he was wearing. "Doctor?" He frowned and shoved the bottle in his hands as he frisked him, tossing every little pen and piece of paper aside against all protests. He even went so far as to disintegrating himself and sliding into his pockets to make sure there wasn't anything he missed. He finally materialized behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist, chin resting on his shoulder. "Had to make sure you didn't have any needles to prick me with. I remember something about instruments..." He listened to him go on about some pharmaceutical experiment or whatever it was before he shushed him by rubbing his hand on his face and awkwardly walking him back to the bed. "Shh... Let me play doctor and examine you...." He bent him over the bed as he ran his hands over his body, disintegrating all of his clothes, except for the coat. He turned him around and looked at his body as he set the bottle aside and undone his pants. He couldn't help but stroke himself at the sight of the young man in front of him. He looked so excited but there was something about the neat hair, glasses and lab coat. It was like he was looking at someone from a completely different class than him. He wasn't screwing some drunk in a bar, a drug addicted rock star, or even another bandmate in a somewhat struggling band, he was now having sex with someone that had everything going for him. It excited him. Of course he knew that the med student didn't know that he was living on his bandmate's sofa and had little legitimate money to his name. Money that he squandered and drugs and alcohol and it excited him. It made it seem all the more dirty.
He couldn't hold himself back anymore. He nearly forgot that he had to wear a condom, which he begrudgingly wore before pulling the mostly naked man on his lap. He couldn't help how much he enjoyed watching him take over. It was like he was having the time of his life. He sat up, squeezing his ass and teasing his nipples with his tongue. He had begun to learn of the different things that got the younger man going and he loved how he was unashamed of what he liked. The complete opposite on what he was used to. Once he came, he disintegrated the condom and tried to get away with raw sex but for some reason, he was caught. How in the hell he caught onto that it was beyond him. He groaned and pulled him close when he tried to get up to find another one.
"No... The moment is gone." Travis groans and he wrangles his sexual partner into being his cuddle buddy. "I don't want to let go of you." He shushed him when he tried to talk again and just clung to him. He tried to materialize the bottle but only got the very top, the rest still sat on the floor beside the desk. With a heavy sigh he turned it to dust and nuzzled his neck. "Ugh... Looks like I just have to get drunk on you." He let out a soft moan as he pulled him closer, his thumb gently stroking his arm where he held him. As he started to nod off he would occasionally mumble about how warm he was, that he smelled nice, he like his eyes, all the while he was gently petting him. He barely registered when he felt fingers slip between his as he fell asleep.
Travis awoke with a start, rubbing his eyes and climbing out of bed. He didn't know where he was for the first few moments his eyes were open. He looked over at the other bed where there was another sleeping form. He cast a glance as the alarm clock and saw that it was 4am. He swore under his breath as he began to get dressed. He didn't mean to stay so long, hell, he didn't even mean to fall asleep. Once he was decent, he cast a look at the body he was sleeping beside just moments to go. He lingered, watching him sleep as he drank the rest of the tequila since he lost the top half of the bottle. He had to admit he was even attractive as he slept. His eyes dropped to the floor where his glasses had fallen. He picked them up and set them on the nightstand with the now empty bottle before leaving.