Lacrosse Player

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The Lacrosse Player

Chap. X

I pulled in and the garage door softly slammed behind me. "Nice handling." Trev said as we got out.

"I wouldn't mind one of these myself." I said, running my hand across the lines of the hood.

I opened the door and set his keys down on the counter. I flipped the lights on and walked over to the kitchen. Just as I did, the lights dimmed back down. I flipped around and Trev was standing by the switchplate, his hands on the dimmer.

"Don't you think this is a bit better?" He asked slyly.

I practically melted down right there. "I..uh.. can't argue."

He slipped over to me and wrapped his hands around my chest. He leaned backwards and we both fell over the arms of the couch onto the cushions. "Evan, I don't think we should.. you know.. tonight." I arched my eyebrow the slightest bit. "I mean, we're going to have plenty of times after this.. years of time."

I broke a slight smile. "I can only hope."

"Don't worry, there will be. I want us to prove to one another that this weekend wasn't just about fucking upstairs."

"Goddammit Trev... you like making this difficult for me?" I grinned.

His hand brushed along the rim of my pants. "As much as I can."

I sighed, feeling the mood was destroyed in a little way, but picked myself up just as quick, knowing that he was right- this wasn't the last time. I quickly jumped up and spun around, throwing my hand out to him. "Here, let's head to the deck."

I turned the handle and we stepped out onto the deck, the crashing waves far below just visible through the dimming light. "True peace out here, isn't there." He whispered, leaning on my shoulder.

"Mmhmm." I replied, leaning back into him. He started humming quietly to himself, and I began to recognize the song. " 'I wish that I knew..' "

I finished the line. " 'what I know now.. when I was stronger.' " He kept humming and I kept the beat with my hand and thigh. " 'the can-can is such a pretty show... it'll steal your heart away...' " I sang behind my lips.

"Oh it is? I didn't know you rolled that way..." He said, smiling and pushing his face into my neck.

We finished the song standing on the deck, quietly singing the lines we knew, while humming the rest. "Upstairs?" He asked.

"Sure," I replied, grabbing his hand and leading him upstairs. As soon as we rounded the banister, we crashed into the bedroom and onto the bed. "I know I just can't stop talking about it Trev, but you turned every bit of negative in my life to positive.. you make up for every minute of time that aimlessly has passed in my life.."

I nearly brought him to tears. He just hugged me tighter and whispered, "I love you."

Slowly, we shedded our clothes and threw them to the floor. The breeze blowing through the window was warm, and we slept together with one sheet wrapping around us. The evening on the deck had been total peace, and this was even more so. It was something undescribable; something totally new. Yet all of it seemed natural and worn.

I pushed my body as close to his as I could, every contour seeming to fit together perfectly. My hand was running up and down his thigh, moving from my fingertips to my palm as I neared his waist each time. He seemed the perfect musk, and just the faintest whiff in the air brought me to my attention every time I smelled it.

The thoughts of his body touching mine didn't leave my mind all night long- as I lay staring at the ceiling, or peacefully listening to my dreams echoing through my head, he was there.

The door buzzer was ringing over and over in my head. I sat straight up and rubbed my eyes. It rang again. I groaned and stepped off the bed, shuffling across the floor.

"Who the hell could that be?" Trev asked, sitting half up, a sheet strewn halfway across his midsection.

"I don't know." I said groggily, putting on a pair of boxers. Trev hopped out of bed, and I stared at him. "You might want to put something on." He looked at me blankly and shrugged, pulling a towel off the floor and putting it around his waist. I smiled. "That'll do."

We headed downstairs and across the broad floor. I couldn't see who it was due to the frosted glass on the door panel. As I approached the door, Trev headed into the kitchen and began rummaging around through the refrigerator.

I unlocked and slowly opened the door. In front of me stood four young men in white shirts and black pants. "Uh... can I help you?" I asked.

"Why yes sir. We're from the Church of Latter Day Saints."

"Mormons?" I asked.

"Yes, we are."

I poked my head out the door and made a point of looking both directions at the woods on the bluff. "Out here?"

"Who is it?" Trev asked, coming out from the kitchen with a glass of OJ, swinging his arms over my shoulders and around my chest.

I whispered out of the corner of my mouth. "Mormons, Trev."

Trev backed off. The group standing at the front door were more than a little surprised. "I see that you've chosen to live in what the Lord says is one of the'ultimate sins'. One of them said.

"Oh? The Lord says that?" I asked. "Well maybe the Lord should have thought about that before he made us this way."

"He doesn't make people this way... people choose it, and you both do truly know this." I was taken back. How can a person survive in this world being so naive? "Here, take a free Book of Mormon, hopefully, it will make you realize your...."

Suddenly, Trev swung his arm around my neck and kissed me hard, his tongue reaching far down my throat. My knees buckled and I lost my footing. I pressed one hand on the wall to hold me up, and with the other, I slammed the door shut, leaving the Mormons on the steps.

"Oh Christ I was hoping you'd do something of that sort," I said, panting.

"Well I couldn't just have them there staring at us like idiots." He replied.

"Hell, I know.. nothing like eyes staring at you like unwanted garbage."

"Just sounds like we can't escape that, can we?"

"I don't think so.."

"It just means we're going to have to live our lives, accepting that we're....."

"Unwanted garbage?" I replied, smiling.

"That's it. That's all we are, and all we ever will be." Trev said, grinning.

"Damn us." I said softly, backing over to the kitchen counter and leaning backwards over it. Around Trev, I could see a bit of smoke coming from the counter. "Trev, I think your breakfast is on fire."

He paused, opened his eyes, and turned around. "Well hell.." He jumped over to the toaster and unplugged it. "I guess I put it on a little too high."

"Oh good... now the smoke alarm is going to go off, and after a few minutes of that, our ears will be bleeding, and the fire department would be here, and I'll have to explain it to my parents.." I said.

"No.." Trev walked over to the deck doors. "Just crank these open." He pulled on the handles and the doors swung open fast, a massive blast of wind blowing through the house, stirring the smoke in beautiful patterns on the high ceiling.

I walked up to him from behind and slid my hands around his waist, nuzzling my nose in his neck. "Thanks for that."

"What? The Mormons?"

"Yeah,"

"I knew they'd love that one."

"Did you see the kid in the back?" I asked him.

"What about him?"

"He seemed sort of far off... distanced from the rest of them, like he was ashamed." I said.

"Maybe he really knew how we felt... how just being with that group he was being seen as a hater."

"Did you see him when you came at me?" I laughed. "He got the biggest smile on his face."

"Are you thinking he's..." Trev smiled.

"You never know." I replied.

"This is true."

"You know what?" I asked, sitting down on the couch. He came down with me and lay over my lap. He ran his hand along the edge of my face. "I used to think I could point out a gay person in seconds. To me, they were all flaming and limp wristed."

"Well did you know you were gay?"

"Yeah, but I thought that maybe I was an anomaly, or that I'd get that way soon. Then I went and met you and thought more and more about you, and my whole perception started to change." Trev smiled. "Hell.. now I can't tell at all."

"Oh I know.. this gaydar is bullshit."

He laughed and massaged the back of my neck with his hand. "What time were we heading out?" He asked.

I stretched out and arched my arms over the back of the couch. "Oh I was thinking about just crashing here for the next couple of weeks."

"I wouldn't mind it."

"I know you wouldn't... and I know I wouldn't."

"But our parents might..."

"Yeah.. damn parents." I sighed and chuckled.

It wasn't soon after, we both fell into a light sleep. That was the kind of feelings we had for one another- it didn't take too much action or maintenance... just falling asleep next to one another was good enough for us.

We awoke several hours later and packed, which didn't take very long... the hardest part was trying to find all our clothes which we had shed at various parts of the house at varied times. We loaded our backpacks into the Jeep and took one last look around the house for any tell-tale signs of our behavior. All clear.

Trev swung the Jeep around in the driveway and we stormed down the road, all the windows open. I stuck my arm out the window, and flattened out my hand, letting the wind blow around it. My hand rose and fell as I changed the angle to the wind.

"What are we, five again?" He asked, laughing.

"Hey leave me alone." I replied. "Five years old was nice.. I wouldn't mind it again."

"But then you wouldn't have all this." He said.

"I'd trade in quite a bit for the innocence of being that young again."

"Oh?"

"Er..eh...that's how I used to feel of course...then came you."

"Well.. let me say that there's no way in hell I'd go back to being that small... this is too much goddamn fun." He laughed.

"Yeah...yeah it is."

"Of course... the pain of seeing my dick that small again really turns me away from that too."

I rolled my eyes and smiled.

We drove across the state, exiting freeways and entering on ramps here and there, enjoying the music on the radio, and enjoying each other.

The music faded off as the hourly news broadcast came on. Both of us halfly listened, me lightly napping, but still staring at him out of the corner of my eye.

"WMSS News... police are investigating an arson which took place very early this morning at a restaurant just across the Maine border."

"Holy shit, Evan wake up!"

I was already sitting straight up when he reached over to shake me.

The announcer continuted. "Sam Conally's prized 50s style diner went up in flames after Conally had an argument with several teens near the back of his restaurant."

"No way.. no way Trev.."

"More information will be available as this case develops further. Back to the Top of Sunday Hits Hour." The music faded back in as both of us remained silent.

"We've got to go see him."

"It's just ahead, isn't it?"

"Yeah it is, we'll stop... dammit I hope he's ok..."

My stomach began to wrestle with itself, and my legs went heavy with an anxious feeling.

"What if he thinks we had a part?" I asked, a shaking in my voice.

"What? How do you figure that?"

"Well, a couple kids he'd never seen before waltz in, start being affectionate in his joint... obviously people know he's gay... I mean I'm figuring that's the reason for the arson."

"But it said he got in an argument, so obviously he would've seen whoever it was..."

"People are known to have hotheaded friends."

"Shit. Shit. No... he knows it wasn't us..."

"We'll see..."

"Ok, there's the exit there." I said, pointing.

Trev turned off, hardly slowing down as he rounded the sharp corner. "Holy christ..." His words were rasped and without tone.

The diner was... well... gone. A pile of ash and scrap metal lay in the foundation. Even the sign by the road was scarred from the flame. A firetruck still sat outisde, accompanied by two police cars. Trev pulled onto the roadside, and we both hopped out.

"Damn man, this place is gone..." Trev slipped his arm around my shoulder and tucked his fingers into my shirt.

As we approached, a police officer standing near his cruiser turned towards us and slowly strutted over. "Hold it fellas, what do ya think you two are doing?"

"It's OK," I said, "We know Mr. Conally."

"You do? Well the joint is, as you can see, rather dangerous at the moment, so you two are going to have to get out." The officer spoke quietly, hands on his hips.

"Hold it, Jack! It's ok, let them through." Sam poked his head up from the passenger side of the cruiser, where he had a clipboard and pen in hand.

We pushed past the officer and towards Sam. "Jesus Sam, what the hell happened?" I said as I draped an arm around his neck.

"Goddamn kids... they just...where the hell did you two come from?" He sounded exasperated.

"We were driving back to school and heard on the radio."

He managed a smile. "Well, I sure am damn glad you two came back. I need a couple friendly faces right now." Trev stepped through the police line and slowly walked to the building. "Hold it boys, I'll show you around myself."

Sam and I crossed under the line and with Trev, walked carefully around the outside of the diner. "Jesus, Sam." I said. "What did they use..."

"Shit, I don't know... kerosene probably. It took a while to get started but once it went...boom. Fellas, they just came up behind the store and starting bashing on the back door. I came back with a pan and opened the door and there's four kids just standing there." His voice tensed in a helpless tone at the word 'kids'.

I stepped up onto the steps of what used to be the back door, standing at the top overlooking a charred mess. Half the door frame had survived, surprisingly, and it hung over me, bouncing in the wind.

"Did you recognize any of them?" Trev asked.

"No.. not any of them. Usually I know most of the kids from the nearby town... the ones with cars or bikes usually ride here after school on certain days, and I get almost the same crowd of kids every Saturday night."

"Sam, how'd they threaten you?"

"I guess it was a robbery? That's what police are saying, but I can't believe that claim is worth a damn. Why would they go for it while they knew I was there? My car was right out back, everyone could see me wiping down counters through the front windows..."

"Then we know it wasn't a Robbery, Sam." Trev said.

"A statement is what I figured." Sam said, stepping up with me on the steps.

"Can they call this a hate crime?" Trev finally said.

"I'm sure they could... but I don't want to push that... it'd make me seem like I was using my sexuality as an advantage."

"Well it's not a nonissue here, Sam!" I exclaimed. "I mean, these kids burned down your restaurant because you are gay. That's the only reason that makes sense, and you know it. You were too much of a good person to everyone around here for the reason to be otherwise."

"Do you know the trouble that goes into a court case like that? That's national TV style, boys. I don't want to get myself into that."

"Sam.."

"No, listen. I've got my boat, I've got my dog, and I've got a pretty good knowledge of the winds. I might just be as easy for me to get out of here."

I fumed, and I looked at Trev, who could see it in my eyes and took one step back. "Sam. If you Run... if you run, their goal is complete. They have run another homosexual out of town. Is this not what you preached to us just hours ago? You turn around and run here, you slap Harvey Milk in the face. I can not see you doing that, and I know that deep down, you yourself could not even imagine it."

He looked at me, ashamed. He rubbed his hand up his neck and sighed. "Harvey Milk." He sat on the foundation and picked at a straw dispenser that was still smoking. "I did mean everything I said. I really did... and I guess that you're right. No, I know you're right. If it comes down to crying gay, I still don't know if I'll do it. I will promise you though... I will not leave."

Trev and I both smiled, hugged Sam as he stood up.

"You're a good man, Sam." Trev said.

"Listen boys," he wiped a tear from his eye, "go on back to school. If you need to reach me... and I mean for any reason at all, here's my mobile." He gave me the number and I entered it into my phone. "Good luck fellas, and I'll have this place put back together by the time you two come back up this way again."

"It may be sooner than you think," I said, walking away with Trev.

He smiled. "Good weekend?"

"The best." Trevor said.

"See ya boys."

We crossed the police line and climbed back into the jeep.

"I really hope he means that." Trev said.

"I think he does." I replied. "I think he does."

"Homeward bound?" He asked, putting his hands on the wheel, locking his elbows and picking his chin up.

"First we need to stop by my parents house. There's quite a bit of stuff they need to catch up on."

To be continued

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