Kevin Corrigan and Me by Jere' M Fishback

Author:Jere' M Fishback
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: coming of age, gay, lgbt, bisexual, young adult, homophobia, coming out, friends to lovers
Publisher: NineStar Press

I didn’t let Kevin touch me that night, but we agreed he would spend the weekend with me.

“I won’t be able to surf,” he said. “Even walking is painful, so don’t expect a whole lot from me.”

The next day, Kevin showed at my place around five p.m. with his overnight bag and his cane. My mom and sister fawned over him like he’d been the victim of a heinous crime or a war injury. They listened raptly while Kevin explained what had happened the previous Friday night.

“A receiver I defended managed to catch a pass. When I tackled him, he was still in midair. He fell on top of me and then my leg got twisted. Right away, I knew something was wrong. It felt like someone had jabbed a knife into the side of my knee.”

At the dinner table that night, my mom told Kevin he needn’t help with the dishes, but Kevin insisted he would. “I’m not that crippled,” he said, and soon we stood side by side at the sink. I washed while Kevin dried and put things away, just like we had that summer when Kevin lived with us.

We passed the evening playing gin rummy with my mom and sister, then watched the CBS Friday Night Movie, an Alfred Hitchcock thriller called Torn Curtain. To be honest, I felt bored and restless. Normally, Kevin and I would have left the house to walk on the beach or maybe we’d have played mini-golf. We might have fished at the John’s Pass Bridge. But none of that would happen, not with Kevin’s knee injury in the mix, and I slowly began to realize just how serious the situation was.

Thankfully our sex that night didn’t disappoint. Kevin, of course, was limited in the positions he could assume, due to his knee and the elastic brace he wore on it. But we got creative and it all worked out amazingly well. I felt like a starving man who’d wandered into a banquet hall. I couldn’t get enough of Kevin’s body, and when it was over, I lay beside him on the sweaty sheet. I listened to him breathe while a breeze sang in the needles of the Australian pine beyond the windows.

“What’ll I do if this knee doesn’t heal?” Kevin asked me. “If I can’t play ball or dance, I’ll be a nobody, just like one of those kids at school who no one notices or cares about.”

“I’ll still care about you,” I said.

Kevin ran his fingers through my hair, then kissed my cheek. “Thanks for letting me stay here this weekend; it means a lot.”

Kevin’s words took me back to that night on the beach when he’d told me he wished he could live at my home forever. Back then, his words had swept me off my feet, but I wasn’t fourteen and innocent anymore. I’d been down this path with Kevin too many times to think more of his words than I should. Kevin was vulnerable right now, as he had been after his mom’s surgery or when his dad died.

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