Unallegorical
In which mutantism isn't always a metaphor for homo(bi)sexuality.
Conner doesn't have a crush. You have a crush. A big, gay, stupid crush. On Bart Allen. The fastest mutant at Xavier's institute, and that's saying something. It's not Conner's fault! Really, it's not. Bart is... overly affectionate. And Conner's come to love like the time they spend together. Watching TV. Ordering pizza and chinese food (the one rule Conner is okay with breaking). Bothering Tim, the low-level technopath nerd they're both mutually friends with. Playing videogames. Playing Random Trivial Pursuit. And, despite all his grumbling, Conner's come to love keeping Bart out of trouble. It makes him feel... necessary to Bart. And he wants to be necessary to Bart, just like he wants to hold his roommate's gay hand. Conner idly plays with the ball of rubber bands in his hand. He holds it in one hand, using his TTK to stretch it apart to twice its size, and watches it snap back into shape as he tosses it into his other hand, stretching it again. "So. Bart. I--I was wondering..." He clears his throat. A rubber band stretches a little too far, and it snaps. "If you wanted to maybe hang out some time."
