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The Lacrosse Player
Chap. III
'He stood on the boat dock in his blue and white rugby shirt, polo horse adorning the chest, shorts hanging on his hips. He looked so strong, so beautiful, his brown hair sprayed with the natural highlights he attained from the summer sun. Brandon Michaels jumped into his boat, waving his arm at me, beckoning me to come with him.
I ran down the dock, my boat shoes clacking on the boards. As I jumped in his boat, he threw the throttle forward, and we crept through the marina, laughing at another one of our friends, caught by the police speeding in a no-wake zone. I carefully watched Brandon pilot the boat. It was what he loved to do. The all-state soccer player was a pro at boating, and knew all the ups and downs. Everybody loved him. He knew the dock workers, the harbor master, all the merchants downtown, practically everyone in the town- and they knew him, and they respected him.
We sat in Lake Michigan, watching the other boaters enjoy their summer.
"All the damn fudgies (tourists) clogging up our lakes." He said after anchoring the boat. He slid up next to me on the viynl seat of his cruiser.
"They run the town in the summer." I said, watching him stretch out on the seat.
"MMmmm." He said, finishing his stretch. "Damn right it does...and makes me money."
"You tell your parents yet?" I asked.
"No.." He replied. "I don't think I'm going to. It's way to risky for me.
I've built up so much in this town."
"I know how that goes. Do you realize how much shit we could be in?" I replied, laughing.
"You don't say. No one wants to pass to the gay 'all-star' forward. Do they? It's better to keep it under for now."
"We got shafted."
"Yeah...but look at the bright side of things...we live here, surrounded by water, we know everyone and they know us, we're able to go out on the water, go golfing, play tennis, go swimming, and hang out downtown where ever we want..when it really comes down to it..who cares if there's a glitch in the system? After all, I kinda like it. There's a bit of danger in it...it's naturally brash..like we could be found out anytime, and be done with, don't you think? It's not like they're going to be looking into who we love really hard after we move out of here." Brandon said, looking off toward the shore.
"I wish I could write that down. That was great. Yeah..brash. As long as you're here, I guess I can deal with it."
"Good." He said, and kissed me on the cheek.
"Shit, we gotta get back. My cousin is picking me up to go eat with my family. He's up from Missouri."
"Have I ever me this guy?" I asked.
"No, you haven't. He's kind of a schmuck." He started up the boat and we headed through the marina channel back to the docks, where we tied up the boat, and went on our seperate ways. I waved goodbye to him as he got into his cousin's Sebring convertible. "I'll give you a call later." He yelled.
"Right, talk to you then." I replied, as the car pulled out to the street.
As I arrived at our house, which was perched on a million dollar lot overlooking Lake Michigan, my mom was standing in the drive way.
"Hey honey, we're going out to lunch."
"You and me?" I asked.
"Yeah, we always need some time together."
"Cool. We going to Pearl's?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"You bet. I feel like crawfish this afternoon."
We hopped into the car and drove off into the noon-time sun, driving the winding turns and high-powering hills that led to the restaurant, nestled on a lake. As we came around a curve, my mom slammed on the breaks, as traffic was backed up in front of us for a quarter of a mile. Behind the policeman with his hands in the air was a crew of rescue trucks, ambulances, and county sheriff's cars.
"What the hell?" My mom said.
As the car came to a halt, I jumped out and wandered into the road, trying to get a view of what had happened. "I think it's a car accident." I said to her. Just then, my cell phone began ringing in the car.
"Hey Evan, your phone.."
I ran around to the side of the car, leaned in the window and picked up the phone. "Hello?" I said.
"Hey Evan, it's Mrs. Michaels. Have you heard from Brandon?"
"Yeah, I just...."
"You there?" She asked. "Hold on, I've got an emergency call coming in."
"Oh my god.." I said to myself. I clicked the phone off and dropped it. 'The Sound of Silence' coming from the car radio slowly faded, and Paul Simon's voice drifted off.
"What is it Evan?" My my asked, removing her sunglasses.
"Shit. No. Shit." I said to myself.
I bolted past the cars on a dead sprint for the accident. The cop in front of me stood with his legs apart, arms open, waiting to knock me down, but jumped past him, just to be grabbed by Chief Grady.
"Hold it son, you can't go back here."
"Is it Brandon?"
"Evan.." He slowly let go with his grip. "You don't want to see him." ' -
7:00 AM. The clock-radio alarm on Trev's desk sounded with its brutal school-bell buzzing. I sat straight up, and wiped the sweat that had sloshed down my face. I controlled my breathing, and I slowly rolled over on my side and looked out through the half-open blinds outside. The sun was just rising over the ocean, and there were some students already out on the fields, playing some early Sunday rugby.
I hadn't dreamed of Kelsey in a year. I had known him in Michigan before my family moved out east when I was accepted here. He and I were the only people we knew that were gay. we confided in each other everyday, and entombed our secrets into one another's minds. I'd never done anything with him, other than a kiss here and there when we were alone. I was 14 when he died. After that day, I was alone. It's amazing to know that there are millions of people out there in the same situation you are, but even though this knowledge is right in front of you, you still feel isolated.
I looked at Trev. He was laying on his stomach, his comforter kicked off, his body exposed to the morning sun.
The alarm kept buzzing. "Fuck." He mumbled, his head buried in the pillow. I sat up and leaned over and smacked the clock. The alarm ceased. "Ah, thank you." He said, turning over. "Those kinds of things are why I love you."
I shivered. "Ah, I know you do."
He sat up and rubbed his eyes. "You bet I do. Want to skip church this morning?"
"Don't feel like having your soul cleansed today?" I asked, shifting out of bed.
"I believe I'm deeper into the whole sin department than is worth saving."
"We gotta go this morning.." I said. "I know Mr. McManus is still checking people off at the door, and he and I haven't been getting as long as well as I've wanted to in the past few months. I'm sure he'd love it if we skipped- a chance to whip my ass."
"Why haven't you been getting along?"
"He wants me to do track..."
"Ahh.."
"He's really on my ass on this one. 'You're gonna suck in cross next year..' he says."
Trev threw his pillow across the room at me, and I fell back against the bed. "Straighten the spine man, tell him to shut the hell up."
"I might just do that." I said with a smirk, throwing the pillow back at him. I jumped up and grabbed my clothes. "I'm going across the hall to get a shirt, I'll be back over."
"Hey," he said as I was about to leave. "Thanks for spending the night."
"Oh no..pleasure was all mine."
"I'll bet it was." He said.
I shut the door behind me and leaned on it for a second. "What the hell was that??" I said quietly.
I entered my room and threw open the closet. I stared at it long and hard.
This is one thing Jacoby never understands. To me...I've gotta look awesome. It's just required. I grabbed a pink broadcloth shirt and khakis.
I slapped these clothes on, and cleaned myself up. Just before I was going back over, Trev walked into my room.
"You ready man?" He asked.
"Uh, yeah, let's get going." I replied, heading for the door. Just before I was about to close it, I noticed he was lingering around in the room, like he was looking for something. "What's wrong?" I asked, leaning on the door frame.
He towards me and ran his hand through his hair, disheveling it. "Nothing, just, uh, looking around."
"Right..well let's go." I stood in the doorway while he passed me, locking eyes with me as he passed. As he did, I nonchalantly leaned in closer, and took in a breath. Goddamn. He smelled good.
We walked down to the interior commons, where most of our school mates were eating breakfast. Trev and I both grabbed a couple bowls of cereal, and set down next to the two swimmers we'd met last night, Jon and James.
"How are you fellas?" Trev asked.
They nodded. "Just fine." Jon said.
"How was the swim?" I asked, prying at my cereal with the spoon.
"Relaxing. You don't know how nice it is to take a swim so late right before bed."
"I..we..might have to try that sometime." Trev said, looking at me.
I was getting a warm feeling, and shivered over Trevor's comment.
"Evan, you ready for the tennis match this week?" James asked. "Evan? Hello?"
"Oh sorry." I was staring across the room, and had a thought of lastnight on my mind. "What was the question?"
"Tennis? You ready for the match?" He asked again.
"Oh yeah, ready as ever. In fact, Trev and I worked on my return last night." I said.
"Did you? Improving the backhand any?" He asked, leaning across the table.
"Uh, not really. Sucks as usual."
"Good to hear. Wouldn't want you to unexpectedly take my #2 spot or something crazy like that."
"Oh, that'd be the worst." I winked at him.
"Well, we're gone, talk to you guys later." Jon said, and they both took off.
"Hell of a pair." Trev stated as they trotted off.
We quickly finished our meals and strolled toward the chapel.
"I'm having second thoughts about this, Trev. Mr. McManus is really getting on my nerves."
As we rounded the corner to the chapel, I saw him and his cronies standing near the door, checking kids into the building.
"He shouldn't scare you." Trev said. "He's just a teacher. You could get his ass fired if you wanted to."
"I just don't feel like dealing with him this morning." I replied.
"Well let's not go. I got somewhere else we can go to." Trevor said, tugging at my shirt.
"where?" I asked, following along like a puppet.
"You'll see." He replied.
We ran through the campus and down into the playing fields, and eventaully through the beach grass to the North Beach, which was just miles of sand and beach grass.
"Why the hell are we down here?" I asked, as sand flooded into my shoes.
"This is our church this morning, man."
I hesitated sitting down, but he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me down.
"What's up with you this morning?"
"Nothing Evan. I guess I'm excited about yesterday's win."
"You sure?"
"Actually...something happened when we played tennis last night."
"Like what?"
"I just felt something different. Something that I wanted to happen. I've never tried or played so hard as I did last night." I looked straight at him, and saw a look in his eye. I watched his muscular arm move in the sand, picking up grains and sifting them between his fingers. "It was awesome."
"We looked so pathetic in the rain."
Trev chuckled. "A couple of big winners we were." He paused, and his leg slowly touched mine with the lightest feeling. "I saw it, Evan."
"You saw what?"
"The magazine."
I closed my eyes and laid out on the sand. "Well shit."
"No..no..not at all."
He laughed. Then, reached over and put his hand on my cheek.
"What?" I asked, half in wonder, half in excitment.
"Come here." He said, and slid his tounge into my mouth. I totally relaxed, and his arm wrapped around my back and slowly lowered me into the sand. Carefully, he moved his leg over me, and we were intertwined within one another. I slipped my hands under his shirt and ran them up his back, clenching every muscle I found. His strong bronze hands were already in my shirt, grabbing at my pecs.
"Fucking christ..." I whispered.
"I know..." He said.
"Someone's going to see us. We're in the open." I said, my back arched high as he kissed me.
"I don't care. I don't care." He said, and began to move faster.
I lowered my head back, and locked eyes with him. He was right. There was something different here. Something that was supposed to be.
"You been planning this?" I asked.
"Oh yeah.." He replied, taking a break from my mouth. "For a while."
The sun slowly rose higher in the sky, and seconds of the life we 'lived in sin' were slowly ticking away.
To be continued
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