Sparks Fly
Sweet roommate romance reveals hero's electrifying secret.
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Scene 1
Liam Lang strides through the front door, fresh from a night on patrol, his navy hoodie clinging to his muscular frame, slightly damp from the evening drizzle. He shakes out his messy blond hair, offering a sheepish grin as he catches sight of Tyler lounging casually on the sofa.
"Hey, Ty," he says, voice rich and warm, yet hiding the subtle tension of his nightly adventures. "Sorry I'm late. Had to do... some stuff."
Liam's crystal-blue eyes flick to Tyler's, hopeful, seeking approval and reassurance. He rubs at the back of his neck, flexing an arm unintentionally, muscles rippling through the snug fabric. "What'd I miss? Anything exciting?"
Looking up, Tyler beams, showing Liam his tablet. "Lightning Lad did it again last night! He stopped a bank robbery and caught Dr Mischief red handed..." He gushes. "Lightning Lad's so cool."
Liam freezes briefly, his heart fluttering at Tyler's enthusiastic praise. A subtle blush warms his handsome face, the tips of his ears tinging pink. He clears his throat awkwardly, stepping closer to get a better view of the tablet. The warmth of Tyler's shoulder brushes against him, sending an involuntary shiver down his spine.
"Oh, yeah?" Liam says, trying to mask his excitement behind casual indifference. His pulse quickens, anxiety and pride swirling in his chest. If only Tyler knew who he really was. "I guess he's alright. Just another superhero, right?"
He tries to play it cool, but inside, his chest swells at Tyler's admiration. His breath catching, Liam's gaze flitting from the screen to Tyler's smiling, excited face.
"Why are you so into him anyway?" Liam asks quietly, unable to resist probing further, a trace of insecurity slipping into his voice. "You got a little crush, Tyler?" His teasing is weak, hopeful, betraying more vulnerability than he'd intended.
"Mmm..." Tyler blushes in response. "A little..." He sighs, dreamily. "So cool...."
Liam swallows hard, a pang of complicated emotion twisting inside him--part pride, part jealousy, and part helpless longing. His cheeks redden further, betraying his normally confident facade.
"Yeah?" he murmurs softly, voice barely above a whisper, suddenly acutely aware of how close they're standing, shoulders lightly pressed together. He tries to appear unaffected, but Tyler's dreamy, admiring sigh melts through his defenses, making his heart race.
"He probably wouldn't even notice someone like us," Liam adds quickly, laughing nervously to hide the genuine insecurity beneath his bravado. "You know... superheroes are always busy. Fighting crime and... stuff."
But despite his casual dismissal, Liam can't help the quiet fantasy blossoming in his mind--imagining Tyler's soft eyes looking up at Lightning Lad the way they are right now, bright with admiration and affection. Heat rises through Liam's chest, and he shifts nervously.
Tyler sighs. "I guess. I figure he'd make time for his biggest fan though..."
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Scene 2
Liam's gaze softens immediately, drawn deeper into Tyler's hopeful expression. A warm, fluttery ache blossoms in his chest, compelling him to inch closer, almost protectively.
"I bet he would," Liam murmurs quietly, voice dropping into a gentle, intimate register. His lips twitch upward in a shy smile, pulse thrumming faster. "I mean, if he's got someone like you cheering for him, how could he resist?"
Without thinking, Liam's hand lightly brushes Tyler's forearm--a gentle, lingering touch disguised as casual reassurance, but his breath quickens noticeably. He watches Tyler's reaction carefully, his strong frame radiating subtle vulnerability, clearly hoping he hasn't said too much.
"Mmm... I can dream, I guess." Tyler laughs, punching Liam playfully on the shoulder. "Why do you care? You've always hated the guy."
Liam laughs softly, rolling his eyes, but there's a note of defensiveness beneath his easygoing grin. He rubs his shoulder melodramatically, pretending Tyler's playful punch hurt more than it did.
"Hate is a strong word," he teases gently, nudging Tyler's side with his elbow. "Maybe I just think he's overrated. Or..." Liam hesitates, voice dropping quieter, "Maybe I just don't like you fawning over him all the time." His blue eyes flick up shyly again, a faint heat starting to color his cheeks.
"Why, you jealous?" Tyler teases, laughing. "You're so cute when you blush, Li..."
Liam's blush deepens immediately, spreading down his neck. He ducks his head, smiling sheepishly, muscles flexing involuntarily as he shifts nervously in place. "Shut up, Ty," he mumbles, voice barely louder than a whisper, though the grin tugging at his lips betrays his delight.
"I'm not jealous," he insists softly, clearly lying, and a little thrill of excitement runs through him at being caught out so easily. He lifts his gaze again, meeting Tyler's eyes with tentative bravery. "And I don't blush," he adds stubbornly, even as his face flushes brighter.
"You're bright pink." Tyler laughs. "So easily mortified."
Liam groans softly, covering his face with one hand in mock despair, though a helpless smile breaks through his fingers.
"You're the absolute worst," he mutters, voice muffled by his palm. Yet, despite his protests, Liam subtly edges even closer, as if seeking more of the teasing that's leaving him so deliciously flustered.
Dropping his hand from his flushed face, Liam gives Tyler a playful glare, trying and failing to hide the sparkle of excitement in his eyes. "You just like seeing me squirm, don't you?" he asks, voice lowered into something husky and intimate, his tone betraying far more affection and vulnerability than intended.
"Mmm... yeah." Tyler smiles, before my eyes glaze over. "I'd really like to see Lightning Lad squirm... It's be amazing if he was as cute as you..."
Liam's breath catches audibly, heat pooling immediately in his chest and slipping lower. He shifts, trying to hide the unmistakable tension spreading through his body at Tyler's suggestive words. Liam's voice emerges rougher, slightly hoarse, tinged with longing and insecurity.
"You think he'd be cute if he squirmed?" he murmurs quietly, heart racing in his chest, eyes locked helplessly on Tyler's dreamy expression. His fingers twitch slightly, aching to reach out, to touch, to bridge the tiny gap between their bodies.
He wets his lips nervously, swallowing hard before adding, barely louder than a whisper, "Would that make you like him even more?"
"Oh Li.... he'd be irresistible." Tyler coos, obliviously.
Liam inhales sharply, his chest visibly rising and falling, heartbeat racing visibly beneath his snug hoodie. A warm shiver trails down his spine, his skin prickling with excitement and an undeniable surge of desire. He instinctively moves closer, as though Tyler's words are pulling him forward, helplessly drawn toward their intimacy.
His blue eyes soften into something pleading and vulnerable, full lips parted slightly, trembling as he murmurs quietly, "Maybe he's... closer than you think."
He hesitates for a breathless second, then tentatively reaches out, fingertips gently brushing Tyler's wrist. "I--I bet he'd do anything for someone who makes him feel like that," Liam admits softly, voice raw with longing, his face flushed, pulse quickening with every heartbeat.
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Scene 3
"Oh that's nice of you to say Liam." Tyler sighs, suddenly dejected. "But you don't have to indulge my idle fantasies like that. I bet he's never even heard my name", he says wistfully.
Liam's gaze softens even more, a gentle ache spreading through his chest as he sees the wistful longing in Tyler's eyes. Without thinking, he wraps a reassuring, strong arm around Tyler's shoulders, pulling him softly into a comforting, protective embrace. His heart thumps powerfully against his ribs, warmth radiating between their bodies.
"Ty..." Liam murmurs gently, voice trembling with tenderness, "I promise he knows who you are."
He pauses, breath catching, before adding quietly, voice almost pleading, "He'd have to be blind not to notice someone like you." He squeezes Tyler's shoulder affectionately, offering a shy, nervous smile, lips lingering achingly close.
Tyler gazes up at him with large doe eyes. "It's not nice to tease me", he murmurs, in a low voice. "How... how would you know?"
Liam's breathing quickens as Tyler's vulnerable gaze pierces him, leaving his pulse racing, his cheeks flushed hot. Gently, almost reverently, Liam lifts his hand to brush a stray strand of hair away from Tyler's forehead, fingers lingering softly against his skin. His voice trembles slightly, low and husky with barely restrained emotion.
"I just... have a feeling," Liam whispers softly, leaning in so close that Tyler can feel the warmth of his breath against his cheek. Liam's eyes are wide, filled with tenderness, anxiety, and longing all at once. "Trust me. He notices everything about you. How could he not?"
He pauses briefly, lips hovering mere inches from Tyler's, as if silently asking permission to bridge that final, aching gap.
Tyler shivers. "Li... you're so close."
Liam's breath shudders softly against Tyler's skin, warm and achingly intimate. The trembling tension in his powerful body melts into a gentle surrender as he softly closes the remaining distance. His lips brush Tyler's gently--tentative and questioning, feather-light at first, before deepening into something tenderly possessive.
A soft, quiet moan escapes Liam, his strong arms tightening protectively around Tyler's smaller frame, pressing him close, sheltering him in warmth. He kisses Tyler slowly, sweetly, pouring months of unspoken desire into every lingering touch, every gentle brush of tongue against tongue.
His heart pounds furiously, muscles trembling faintly as if overwhelmed by his own vulnerability. Finally pulling back just enough to gaze down with eyes glazed in longing, Liam whispers breathlessly, "I--I've wanted to do that for so long, Ty."
