Malcolm took off at a run, slowly using the wind to lengthen each stride, and push himself forward faster and faster. One of the college’s buildings was right on the edge of campus, and it had a metal fire escape staircase extending up the side.
He hurtled up, reaching the top of the building and using the wind to stop on a dime. He waved to the news crew, who were still in the process of getting their camera set up. There was another noise, and Malcolm glanced up to see a news chopper there, as well, filming him from above.
“That’s bold,” he muttered. “Especially given the nature of my power.”
He imagined what would happen if he sent a strong gust into the helicopter from the side, or hit it with wind from directly above, slamming down into its blades. Part of Malcolm delighted at the idea, even though he knew that it would probably get the people inside killed. Using his power felt amazing, and he wasn’t sure how much it mattered what he used it for.
Malcolm shook the thoughts away, instead focusing on a less deadly alternative. There was a building nearby, just across the street, and the roof was a story or two lower than the one he was currently on. His body tingled with excitement. He wanted to do it. He had to do it.
He broke off at a dead sprint, pulling the wind along with him. There was a small concrete lip around the building’s edge, and he set one foot on it before pushing off into open air. The wind hurtled him forward, his clothes flapping against his skin. He moved forward, still descending slightly, but easily crossing the gap and landing on the new building’s roof with several feet to spare.
“YES!” he shouted. “Hell yeah!”
There was more to it than just exhilaration. Using his wind powers had an extra euphoric edge to it. Malcolm kept running across the new building’s roof, immediately leaping to another nearby. He soared through the air and landed on target, crossing a distance of fifty feet, at least.
The news copter kept pace with him. He considered whether he could outrun it. Malcolm jumped to another building, and then another, each time feeling more comfortable with the extent of his abilities.
He was moving out of Vanderbrook’s modest downtown area and into the residential neighborhoods. Cars were stopped in the street. People stood in clumps on sidewalks, pointing at him, and trying to snap photos. Malcolm waved at them, looking away as he jumped from one house to another.
He cleared the gap easily, and landed in the center of an open skylight. Malcolm’s surprise manifested in his chest, his heart skipping a beat as he tried to push himself upward with the wind as he fell. It wasn’t enough.
He landed in a bedroom, on top of a bed. The fall was gentle, bruising his pride, more than his body. Malcolm let go of the wind for a moment and felt his thoughts immediately start to clear up.
I need to chill. Making the press chase me and jumping on people’s roofs is probably not the best way to introduce myself to the world as a champion.
“You…” said a woman’s voice. “You’re… him.”
There was someone else in the bed. An attractive woman in her late twenties or early thirties was underneath the sheets directly beside him, holding a comforter up to her neckline. Her hair was red, and her face was pretty and slightly freckled. She was staring at a large flat screen TV on the other side of the room, which was currently tuned into the local news.
“We’re not sure where the new champion is at the moment,” said a reporter. “He was jumping from building to building, probably testing out the strength of his abilities, but it seems as though he managed to slip away after one of the jumps.”
“Interesting,” said another reporter. “And do we know anything about the identity of this champion? Or the nature of his powers?”
“We’ve spoken with several students at Vanderbrook Community College who claim that he was a student there,” said the first reporter. “They also say that his abilities are related to either gravity, or the wind.”
“Fascinating,” said the other reporter.
Malcolm shook his head, unsure of how to feel about hearing them talk about him in the third person. He sat up on the bed, noticing the woman again and feeling like a massive dick for intruding on her space.
“I… am so sorry,” said Malcolm. “I’m just going to let myself out.”
“Hold on!” said the woman. “Please. Let me get a picture with you, at least!”
She stood up, still holding the sheet around her, and started walking toward the table where she’d set her phone. Malcolm chuckled and shook his head, feeling a bit awkward.
“I’m a trespasser,” he said. “I think it’s probably best if I just go.”
“Really?” The woman smiled at him. She had a gorgeous smile, and there was something vaguely flirtatious about the gleam in her eye.
“Yes, really,” said Malcolm. “The press is going to figure out that I’m here in a couple of minutes.”
The woman let the sheet drop. She was naked underneath.
“There must be… something I can do to convince you to stay,” said the woman. “Just for a minute or two?”
She slowly walked toward him. Her body was incredible, and Malcolm gaped openly at her big breasts. She seemed confident in her sexuality, and her smile only grew broader as she noticed the blush in Malcolm’s cheeks.
“Whoa, okay,” he said, scratching his head. “I don’t think this is such a good idea.”
She stepped in close to him and set a finger on his lips. Malcolm had fooled around a bit with girls before, but he’d never had one come onto him like this. And certainly, not one this attractive before, or this serious about getting what she wanted.
“Please?” asked the woman. “I’ll do the convincing upfront?”
She pushed him back, and Malcolm fell onto the bed. Her hands were immediately on his jeans, unbuttoning, unzipping, and then pulling them down. He reached down, ready to stop her. She took his hand by the wrist and brought his index finger into her mouth, sucking on the length of it and letting out a seductive moan.
“Wow…” he said. There wasn’t much else for him to say. The woman pulled his boxers down. He was already hard, and watched her with all the focus of a horny teenage male as she pursed her lips and wrapped her hand around his shaft.
“You’re just a boy,” said the woman, in a teasing voice. “But you’re still a champion.”
She planted a kiss on the tip of his erection, and Malcolm felt pleasure surge into him from the point of contact. Her lips slowly parted, and she brought her head down, pulling him into a warm, wet paradise of mouth and tongue.
Maybe this is just one of the perks of the job?
He watched her slowly begin to suck, half dazed from the pleasure of it. The woman knew exactly what she was doing, and Malcolm wasn’t all that surprised. She didn’t even know his name, yet, and they were already fooling around. Though, she knew that he was one of the gifted, a champion, and perhaps that detail was all that really mattered to her.
The woman’s hand stroked the base of his shaft, while her tongue and lips pleasured the tip and upper half. She was confident, deliberate, and beautiful. Malcolm reached his hand out and ran it across her cheek. The woman took it as encouragement, and slid her lips down even further.
Her tongue was doing a little trick, tapping and teasing the sensitive underside of his erection. She was looking at him, her green eyes locked onto his, full of excitement and pride. It was as though she felt like she was getting more out of it than he was, and maybe that was true, in way.
“Oh…” Malcolm ran his hand through her hair. “Hey… I’m about to…”
The woman moved started moving her mouth faster. Her lips made a tight seal around his shaft, unyielding, even as Malcolm passed over the edge. He bucked his hips upward and groaned as the pleasure hit him in an incredible burst. The woman kept sucking, running one hand along his thigh, encouraging him to unload in her hot mouth.