It's harder than you think to be the secret gay lover of a man with a secret identity, but I couldn't have known that when I first met Dion.
I probably wouldn't have known of his mutation, or as he likes to say, superpowers, if I hadn't crept into his house that night 3 years ago.
We had been dating about two months and I wanted to surprise him by having a nice dinner waiting for him when he came home. Not a good idea.
I came in through an open window and found him not at his day job, but in his room shedding his skin. He saw me when I puked in the doorway.
Once you get past the nausea-inducing process of the change it can be really fun dating a guy with the ability to look like anyone on earth.
It's not all good though. I never get to meet his friends The Hero Herd, and I get jealous. He's always with guys in spandex and hot bodies.
And just once I'd like a shout out in a press release after he catches a crook. You know, like, this one's for Patrick, the love of my life.
There is one person who knows, his arch-nemesis The Gargoyle. He kidnapped me once. He was actually very civil, wine and cheese in the cell.
Dion rescued me of course, but I had to pretend not to know him after the news showed up. And now The Gargoyle is in some supervillian jail.
I'm mostly happy. I may never meet his mother or have his name, but I'm working on a 3-way with The Javelin who I hear is very well endowed.
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