Flipping for Him

Today he only had one thing on his mind. Warming himself in the sun.

Kevin craved the heat, as his thin frame was easily chilled. He didn’t look emaciated, but at six-two and one hundred-eighty pounds he was certainly lanky. His metabolism burned up food so quickly that his weight hadn’t fluctuated more than five pounds since his growth spurt at fourteen. Now sixteen, he had a thin but okay body. While it would’ve been easy to add some definition by hitting the weights, he preferred running over going to the gym.

Running was his first love. Track caught his eye while watching the summer Olympics when he was ten. Seeing those guys tear through the hundred meters with tremendous bursts of speed was thrilling. They reminded him of the Flash, and what ten-year-old doesn’t want to be a superhero? Kevin had the same red hair as the comic book hero, so he sort of looked the part, too. Running was also how he fell in love with the park. He lived only a few blocks away, and would often take a morning run around one of the loops.

Kevin wasn’t alone. Several others had the same idea, and were lying in the grass or on the rocks. It wasn’t surprising since it was the first decent spring-like day after the deep-freeze of winter. He hopped up onto his favorite boulder. It was big enough so that when he laid down his feet wouldn’t hang off the edge. He put his hands on the surface of the stone and felt the warmth. He removed the blue school blazer, folded it and placed it in his backpack. He did the same with his white button-down shirt. After wearing multiple layers for the past five months, he was glad to be out of them and enjoying the sun.

He stretched out, closed his eyes and listened to the park. Birds chirped, no doubt thrilled at the sudden turn of the weather as well. Kids laughed and played in the distance. Periodically, the crack of a softball against a bat came from the nearby ballfields.

Despite the welcome sounds of spring, Kevin was preoccupied. He needed to get busy on the big college hunt. The guidance counselors were bugging him about picking colleges since he was well into the second half of his junior year. Even his parents had brought it up recently. He wanted to stay in the city and was hopeful NYU would take him. He had solid grades, decent extracurriculars and expected high SAT scores.

Nevertheless, NYU wasn’t a sure thing. Competition was fierce. He needed to have backup options that had the drawing and architecture programs he wanted.

His mind drifted, and, as it usually did, it settled on Javier. He’d met Javier the first day of their sophomore year. His jet black hair, bushy eyebrows and dark brown eyes had caught Kevin’s attention immediately. His thick legs from playing soccer didn’t hurt either. He also packed a lot of muscle into his five-six frame, and the way the regulation button-down hung off his built chest drove Kevin wild. Kevin dreamed about his pecs and longed to get him out of that shirt. Kevin even considered joining the soccer team as a way to see more of Javier.

Fortunately they shared three classes so they were around each other a lot. Four weeks into the semester, Kevin missed a day of school coming back late from a trip and used that opportunity to ask Javier about missed notes and assignments. That started a friendship. Several pings on his gaydar later, Kevin took the leap and asked Javier on a date.

Javier’s “hell yeah” thrilled Kevin and just like that they were couple. It wasn’t long after the first date that Kevin got Javier out of his shirt—and everything else—to mess around. For both of them it was the first time, but they quickly figured out what they liked.

Unfortunately, Javier moved away this past summer, just two weeks before junior year began. They knew the move was coming at the end of June because Javier’s father accepted a transfer to Seattle. It was a crazy ten weeks between the announcement and the move as Kevin and Javier spent every hour they could together. Kevin considered himself lucky that Javier remained a friend.

The sun felt good beating down on Kevin’s chest as the warm rock heated up his back. He opened an eye to check his watch. He’d been lying here for almost fifteen minutes. Being fair-skinned, he sat up, crossed his legs under himself and pulled his shirt back on. He left it unbuttoned, but he covered his back and arms and adjusted so the sun was behind him. The last thing he wanted was to burn.

Looking across the grass, Kevin saw a guy jumping, almost bouncing, around on some rocks. He jumped from the ground up onto a rock and then jumped quickly from rock to rock. If the next boulder was too far away, he’d hit the ground, and do a few flips until he was close enough to jump up onto another one. After jumping around a bit more, he ran towards a tree where he grabbed a low branch and pushed off the trunk with his feet. Once he was away from the tree, he released the limb and tried to do a flip to land on his feet. Unfortunately, he hit the ground before the flip was complete. He ended up on his side, landing hard.

That had to hurt.

The guy didn’t seem to care. He quickly jumped up, charged at another tree and ran about half way up before he tried a backflip. He ended up on the ground again, just like the first time. He’d tweaked his technique a bit, but the result was the same.

Kevin knew about parkour and loved watching it on TV. He thought it might be cool to try out for one of those shows, but he had no idea how to train for it. And he’d never seen anyone do it in person. Until now.

This guy was pretty good, too.

Kevin seemed to be the only one paying attention, which was a shame since the guy was putting on quite a show. He must’ve been practicing a particular routine because he kept doing it, even though the final move kept crashing him to the ground.

From Kevin’s perspective, it looked like the guy wasn’t getting enough height off the ground to be able to finish the flip. Clearly he could do flips. This one was just not quite working yet. The tenacity was impressive, and finally paid off as he did the swing, pushed off from the tree, flipped and landed on his feet. It wasn’t a perfect landing, but it was a landing rather than a crash. The guy let out a whoop of excitement. Kevin grinned. He was thrilled for the guy, and psyched he’d seen it happen.

The guy stripped out of his shirt and wiped the sweat from his brow. Kevin had been so busy watching him execute his moves that he hadn’t really paid attention to what he looked like.

The guy was hot.

His thick black hair, styled just a bit, reminded Kevin of Javier. His chest, shoulders and abs were chiseled and he imagined they’d be rock hard to the touch. Kevin thought that Javier had been ripped, but this guy went beyond that. His body was smooth. While he usually liked guys with some hair, every now and then a smooth guy caught Kevin’s eye.

The guy trotted over to a backpack leaning against a nearby tree. Kevin couldn’t keep his eyes off him as he put his t-shirt in the bag and pulled out a bottle of water. Watching him lift the bottle to his lips, with the small flex in his arm and the glimpse of dark hair under his armpit made Kevin catch his breath. He hadn’t felt like this in months.

Kevin’s phone rang, pulling him out of his trance. He slid down the rock and pulled his phone from his pack.

“Marshall,” he said as he picked up the call, “what’s goin’ on man?”

“Not much,” Kevin’s best friend said. “Just got home, stopped by your place but you weren’t there yet. Wanna hit the first show of X-Men tonight with some of the guys?”

“Yeah, man. Where and when?”

Marshall rattled off the details. They were headed to Kevin’s favorite theatre in Chelsea where the popcorn was always fresh and the seats comfortable. He’d have to get home and blaze through some homework so he’d be done before showtime. Tomorrow might be rough since there wouldn’t be much sleep tonight, but it was worth it to see this movie early. At least he hoped it would be. You could never be too sure with movies these days.

“Cool,” Kevin said. “I’ll buy the ticket now. Stop by my place when you head out.”

“Will do. Later, Kev.”

Kevin ended the call and looked up to see the runner moving through another rotation of the same sequence. He nailed the difficult flip again. Kevin smiled, glad to see the guy’s confidence grow. He’d only been watching for, at most, twenty minutes but there was already great improvement in the technique.

Kevin quickly used his phone to buy a ticket so he wouldn’t have to worry about the theater selling out. It only took a minute, but when he looked back to the rocks, the guy was gone.

“Damnit,” Kevin muttered to himself.

Kevin was disappointed, but he didn’t have time to linger. He buttoned up his shirt and grabbed his pack. Taking off towards his place on 76th Street, he tried to keep an eye out for the guy. If he ever saw him again, Kevin resolved to tell him how much he enjoyed watching his moves.