Crush Me

Twenty One

Wilson

Oh man, this is embarrassing. I know they're doctors, but really? Shit, Willa. That fucking hurts. Don't snap at her. She's just trying to help.

"What do you think, Mom? Do we need to drain this?"

Wilson gasped, yelped, and waddled his way back to the piano bench with his jeans around his ankles.

"What do mean drain?" He didn't like the sound of that at all.

"It's dangerously close to the bundle coming through the groin. Wilson, I want the truth. Do you have any tingling? Pain shots to your foot? It's really important." His mother grabbed his chin forcing him to look up into her eyes.

"No, just the muscle when I make certain movements with my leg. Like turning and pivoting on my heel. Or if I try a side lunge." He reached down for his jeans.

"If you get those symptoms, I want to know. Leanne, do you understand? Keep and eye on him," Elise demanded.

She nodded her hair swinging to hide her face.

"Worried about compartment syndrome?" Willa asked.

"It doesn't seem to an issue at the moment, but if he's still got an active bleed expanding this, it could be a major problem. Did the swelling go down with ice?"

"Yeah, it did. Hurt like hell too." Wilson grimaced at the thought of more ice.

"Ibuprofen?" Elise asked.

"I had Advil™ in my tote bag. He's had two doses on the flight. The last ones about five hours ago now," Leanne answered for him and he moved his chin up and down as he pulled his jeans up and buckled his belt.

"Extra strength?" Willa inquired.

"Yeah," Wilson said. "I'm not sure if it's safe to take it more often than the six hours it says on the package."

"Better not to," his mother said. "I'll get an ice pack ready. You into the recliner, Wilson. And I'll see about lunch for us all. A salad I think, with some smoked salmon."

"Mom, I need to ask you something. Can I come talk?"

"You need to rest."

"It's important." He knew he was blushing again.

Why is sex such an ordeal to talk about?

"I think we'll eat in the sitting room, come on." His mother went toward the kitchen, and he followed.

"What's going on with me? I though I wasn't interested in sex at all."

"Whoa, Wilson. Explain."

He told her about his father, and his demands for a girlfriend. The bullying and teasing from his classmates when he showed no interest sex. How he saw beauty in art class when they studied the old masters but no urge for anything else. How Leanne caught his interest because of her eyes. Everything.

His mother worked steadily as he spoke asking a few questions. She tossed a gel ice pack to him and told him to use the Velcro straps to keep it place. He sat on a stool at the island.

"Mom, she's so smart. I really like that about her, and talented. I didn't even know she could play the piano, and the flute. Wow. Listen."

They heard the mellow tones as Leanne started her warm up exercises, increasing the speed of the notes with each series of scales and arpeggios.

"So, you've been getting to know her at a distance for over three years now, and she's an honor roll student every reporting period?"

"First in our class usually. She's only missed twice. And now on this flight over, well I rescued her from Jo-Jo at the airport in the security line and things went weird from there."

"Not weird, Wilson. They went naturally for you. I doubt you know the terms, but you were ace or asexual until the right things combined to awaken things."

"Yeah, figured that out. Dad called me queer. The guys at school did too."

"Did you explore that side?"

Wilson hesitated, and then decided his mom need to know everything. "A couple of kisses with two of the best looking boys I've ever seen. I was curious because of no urges. Nothing."

"Then with Leanne things changed, right?"

"Yeah, it's awkward. I keep popping boners. Never did much since I first started changing." Wilson admitted.

"Oh son, you're so like me. Demi... which means you require a long time knowledge and serious trust first. But what really triggered you? Sapio." His mother spun the lettuce to dry and pointed to a cupboard. "Get some plates down."

"Sapio? What's that. Never heard the word before."

"It's Latin for wise or sense. In this case we use it to mean intelligence. You have admired her intelligence and abilities for years already. Getting close to her in a very tense situation has given your body permission to react. It doesn't hurt that she's gorgeous."

Wilson put four plates on the island counter. "Are we eating in here?"

"Yes. Do you want to tell them?"

"Sure. By the way, Leanne doesn't think she's anything but stupid, fat, and ugly. Jo-Jo and her gang have been picking on her since they were in kindergarten. At least she's stopped slouching and trying to hide behind her hair. But she's been abused too. Maybe she'll talk to you though. I think I might love her, Mom."

"It happens fast for us demis once we decide we can trust someone, Wilson. Sounds like Leanne has stopped playing."

He put the ice pack beside the sink. "This worked. I can tell the lump is smaller."

"Great. What about your back? It's pretty bad too. I'm going to have to talk to the courts in Atlanta. Garret can't get away with this."

"Leave it alone Mom. I've only got seventy five days left until it's over."

"We'll see. I want to see that agreement."

He walked away and turned the corner into the living room to see Willa sitting at the piano.

Normal for me. I should have trusted my guts. I forgot to ask her about the way things go next. Maybe I need to trust my instincts and go with what feels good. Sex is supposed to feel good, right? I can survive the last bit of this hell with Dad. Mom might make it worse if she tries to help. If he loses his job, who knows what will happen. I don't think BA would like it they find out how much he's drinking and what he's been doing to me.