All Zip Rogers, a.k.a. Power Boy, wants is to finally be taken seriously.
So long as he’s just the underdog sidekick to the hunky beefcake Mighty Man, though…
He’s stuck at the bottom while his superior comes out on top.
But when the brawny superhero falls victim to the city’s most nefarious foe…
It’s up to his scrappy, underestimated apprentice to show he can rise to the occasion.
A Sidekick Never Backs Down is a 30-minute spicy M/M read with daddy vibes, rites of passage and saucy humor.
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Back at the Hidden Sanctum, Zip flipped on the T.V. The news interview was already airing.
He rolled his eyes. That should have been him in front of the camera. Once again, Mighty Man had stolen the glory.
Speak of the devil, Zip thought to himself as Mighty Man emerged, sans super suit, from his quarters.
Around the Sanctum, Mighty Man was not much of one for clothing—super or otherwise. His official explanation was that after spending all day cavorting about in a skin-tight suit, the last thing he wanted was to restrict himself in the privacy of his own domain.
Zip, on the other hand, begged to differ. If you asked him, Mighty Man’s preference for ditching his duds had a lot less to do with comfort and a lot more to do with showing off.
Not that Zip minded the view. Mighty Man had a body that truly lived up to his name. Well over six feet tall, Mighty Man’s stature commanded attention. His ice blue eyes made for a stunning contrast with his tan, chiseled chest.
Zip wondered what it must have been like to have a body like that. Burly, brawny, and all man. He licked his lips as he eyed Mighty Man’s full, plump pecs. What he wouldn’t give to bury his face between them.
He imagined what he’d like to do to the hero. Mighty Man’s nipples were practically begging for attention. They looked sensitive—and Zip was dying to test that theory.
Where else was sensitive for the hero, Zip wondered. Certainly, a hunk built like Mighty Man was in touch with his sensual side. How could someone be such a specimen and not have an appreciation for carnal desire?
An urge to explore took hold over Zip. He became possessed with a need to know Mighty Man inside and out—and to likewise be known by him.
His eyes wandered down Mighty Man’s torso. Despite his conflicted feelings toward the hero, Zip couldn’t deny the allure of Mighty Man’s unbridled masculinity. He was the full package in every sense of the word. Zip licked his lips discreetly. On the hero’s abdomen, a thick trail of hair teased what was waiting below the band of his briefs.
Zip shook himself out of it. Just because Mighty Man was a Greek god, this was no time for Zip to go soft—or hard, as the case turned out to be.
“We need to talk,” he said as Mighty Man flopped onto the sofa beside him. Zip tried not to eye the bulge inside the hero’s jockey shorts. That was the other thing—Mighty Man wasn’t just a muscle-bound hero, he was also walking around with that between his legs.
Someone ought to tell Thor where to find his missing hammer.
“Listen,” Mighty Man replied, “if this is about the store-brand cornflakes, it’s only because they were out of the usual.”
Zip released a groan. “This isn’t about cornflakes, Mighty Man. This is about me.”
“You?”
“Yes!”
“What’s troubling you, my boy?”
“That! You still think of me as a boy. I’m ready to take the next step, Mighty Man.”
The hero furrowed his brow. “What’s this about, Zip?”
“That plan to take down Dr. Dreadful’s robot was mine—and you stole it!”
Heat rose in Mighty Man’s face. “This is exactly why you’re not ready to be a hero. This isn’t a competition, Zip. We’re a team. If all you care about is the glory, then you still have a lot to learn.”
Zip grumbled under his breath.
“Don’t worry,” Mighty Man continued, “your time will come. But being a hero’s not all fun and games, you know. It’s the most stressful job in the world. Every day, I carry the weight of this city on my shoulders.” He released a sigh. “Sometimes, I wish I could go back to being a sidekick. Let someone else be in charge for once.”
Zip couldn’t help but notice the hero stretch out his body just then. It reminded him of a cat in heat.
Becoming self-aware, Mighty Man sat himself upright. “Look, I know you want your wonder ring. I did, too, when I was your age. But it’s my responsibility to wait until you’re ready.”
“Well, when will that be?”
Mighty Man cracked a wry grin. “Once you prove it to me.”
Bjorn Wilde 