Warren
Boomer had always had a thing for the strong ones.
He’d crushed on Steven Stronghold back in high school, which was probably why The Commander still harboured that grudge against him. After all, it had been the biggest joke of the school for awhile, that Steve had another guy crushing on him.
He’d flirted a bit with Baron Battle, who was a lot more receptive to the whole ‘guy’ thing, but it never went farther than that, mostly because Baron had been secretly dating Steve, and he didn’t cheat. It just didn’t happen.
Boy had showed obvious interest in him, but Boomer had kind of sneered and moved on. Boy wasn’t strong. Wasn’t fast or brave or even particularly smart. For god’s sake, his power was super helpfulness. How lame was that?
So Tommy Boomoski had become Sonic Boom and tried his hand at the world of Super Heroing. It had worked for awhile, he’d even had a three month long clandestine affair behind Lois Lane’s back with Superman. Actually, it wasn’t even so much behind Lois’ back as in her face, since she still hadn’t managed to connect Clark Kent to Superman, and Tommy Boom (he’d dropped the -oski by this point) had been Clark’s out and proud boyfriend.
He’d slept with Robin too, trying to pretend that it was really Batman, who was a hell of a lot sexier. And Spider-man, once, in a moment of the other hero’s weakness, and one of them mutant guys... he never could remember his name... the one with the cool eyes. That guy could fry you just by looking at you, and Boomer had liked that edge of danger.
But then a slight accident that left both arms broken had taken Boomer temporarily out of the heroing game, and as he waited for his arms to heal, he’d taken on the teaching job at his old alma mater, Sky High.
That was when Boomer discovered that not all the strong heroes were adults, and that the gym teacher’s office opened into the boy’s locker room.
Boomer kept the job, even after his arms healed.
He watched an entire generation of hero boys grow up and change, and though he tried to pretend he wasn’t, Boomer was well aware of the fact that he was a dirty old man, bursting randomly into the changing room with a ‘message’ that didn’t exist at all in the hopes of seeing that raw power they carried around in their natural form.
He sorted the heroes every year, and every year, he considered their strength, their power.
Considered what would happen if he pinned them to a wall and had his wicked way with them.
He never did though, of course. Boomer might have had some evil thoughts in his years, but if there was one thing he prided himself on, it was self-control.
All right, so he had slapped that kid on the ass one year, but he looked like himself at the time, and he figured everyone would just think it was a joke.
And so he had at times been known to spy in on the shower room.
That was how he ‘discovered’ Warren Peace.
Oh, come on, everyone knew Warren Peace, but Boomer liked to think that he’d discovered him. He hadn’t even been trying that day, he’d just been walking through his office, and was about to take the shortcut through what should have been the empty locker room when he realized that Warren was sitting, completely naked and with his back to the door, on the bench.
Boomer had frozen, and swallowing, sat back to watch.
Warren appeared lost, a little, hands held in front of him on his lap, and Boomer couldn’t see his face, it was obscured through his hair.
The distinctive flame tattoos spread up Warren’s forearms, and, Boomer was surprised to discover, on his back, shaped in such a way that it looked like the young hero had wings of flames. Boomer was fairly sure that kids as young as Warren weren’t even technically supposed to have tattoos. Weren’t they illegal, or something?
But it was his wrists Boomer was paying attention to. Scars lined the inside, some red and raw still, others smooth and white from years of healing. It scared him, a little.
Someone as strong as Warren had tried to destroy himself.
Boomer had to reevaluate his opinion on everything that day. Strong heroes weren’t always strong, so maybe weak heroes aren’t always weak.
He’d thrilled Mr. Boy when he’d asked him out, got him pissed drunk, and ended up having hasty and messy sex in the back seat of Mr. Boy’s car.
He really was super helpful.
Now Boomer avoids looking in the boy’s changeroom, he smiles more, and every night, he and Mr. Boy go to the same slightly-run down apartment.
And every night Boomer has sex with Boy....
And pretends it’s Warren.
Go back to Sky High.