pzb.drawingblood-第38部分

按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！


　the　tips　of　their　noses　touched。　Trevor　could　taste　his　own　e　in　Zach's　mouth　when　they　kissed；　a　fresh；　faintly　bitter　organic　flavor。　Was　that　how　Zach's　would　taste　too？　He　realized　he　wanted　to　find　out。
　　He　pulled　Zach　close　to　him　and　rolled　on　top。　The　feeling　of　Zach's　body　beneath　him　was　exhilarating；　this　plex；　delicious　bundle　of　blood　and　bones　and　thoughts　and　nerves　and　muscles　captive　in　his　arms；　willingly　so；　gladly　so。　He　laid　his　head　on　Zach's　chest。　The　skin　stretched　tight　over　Zach's　breastbone　and　ribs　like　a　drum；　milk…white；　without　hair　or　blemish。　Tentatively；　Trevor　let　the　barest　edges　of　his　teeth　graze　one　pale　pink　nipple。
　　〃AAH…〃　Zach　stretched　like　a　cat。　〃MMMM。　Do　that　some　more。〃
　　〃Can　I　bite？〃
　　〃Hell；　yes。〃
　　Trevor's　teeth　closed　on　the　defenseless　bud　of　flesh。　He　sucked　at　it；　nipped　harder　and　made　Zach　groan。　He　worried　at　it；　gnawed　on　it。　Surely　Zach　would　yell　at　him　to　stop。　But　Zach　only　writhed　beneath　him　and　gasped　appreciation　laced　with　pain。　If　he　wanted　his　nipples　sore；　Trevor　didn't　mind　obliging　him。　They　were　pliant　and　tender　between　his　teeth；　flavored　with　the　salt　of　Zach's　sweat　and　the　faintly　spicy　taste　of　Zach's　skin。
　　〃ARRR　。。。　ah　。。。〃　Zach　groped　for　Trevor's　fingers。　〃Put　your　hand　on　my　dick。　Please。〃
　　His　dick？　The　term　jarred　Trevor　for　an　instant；　reminded　him　of　the　Boys'　Home；　snickers　and　whispers　in　health　class；　scrawled　graffiti　on　toilet　walls。　It　sounded　like　a　word　R。　Crumb　would　use；　Trevor　thought　irrelevantly…though　Crumb　drew　penises　rather　more　often　than　he　mentioned　them；　with　plenty　of　unsightly　hairs；　popping　veins；　and　oozing　e…drops。　He　realized　he　was　terrified　again；　but　now　it　was　like　being　on　a　carnival　ride　that　had　started　looping　out　of　control：　you　couldn't　stop；　so　you　just　had　to　hang　on　tight　and　lean　with　the　curves。
　　Zach　had　grabbed　his　hand　and　was　pushing　it　down；　making　a　weird；　urgent　growling　sound　in　his　throat。　He　wore　only　a　pair　of　skimpy　black　briefs　made　of　some　soft　silken　material。　Trevor's　fingertips　skated　over　the　cloth；　and　his　hand　closed　on　the　warm　pulsing　shape　beneath。　He　rubbed　his　face　over　Zach's　ribs　and　the　hollow　of　his　stomach；　pressed　his　lips　against　the　silky　cloth。　He　heard　Zach's　breath　sobbing　in　and　out。
　　Trevor　hooked　his　thumbs　into　the　elastic　of　the　briefs　and　tugged；　and　Zach　managed　to　squirm　out　of　them　without　untangling　his　hands　from　their　grip　in　Trevor's　hair。　Zach's　penis…Trevor　could　not　quite　bring　himself　to　think　of　it　as　his　dick…bobbed　up　and　brushed　softly　against　Trevor's　lips。　Trevor　cupped　his　hands　around　it；　felt　Zach's　heartbeat　throbbing　between　his　palms。　The　skin　of　the　shaft　was　textured；　slightly　rippled　beneath　the　surface。　The　head　was　as　smooth　as　satin；　as　rose　petals。　Trevor　rubbed　his　thumb　across　it；　squeezed　gently；　heard　Zach　suck　air　in　through　his　teeth　and　moan　as　he　let　it　out。　He　could　see　blood　suffusing　the　tissue　just　beneath　the　translucent　skin；　a　deep　dusky　rose　delicately　purpled　at　the　edges；　crowned　with　a　single　dewy　pearl　of　e。　It　was　as　intimate；　as　raw　as　holding　someone's　heart　in　his　hands。
　　Zach's　body　shifted　beneath　him。　Zach's　legs　wrapped　loosely　around　him。　Out　of　the　corner　of　his　eye　he　saw　Zach　arching　his　back　off　the　mattress；　rubbing　thick　handfuls　of　Trevor's　hair　up　across　his　belly　and　chest。
　　All　at　once　it　hit　him：　this　was　power　too；　just　as　surely　as　smashing　your　fist　into　someone's　face；　just　as　surely　as　putting　a　hammer　through　someone's　skull。　The　power　to　make　another　person　crazy　with　pleasure　instead　of　fear　and　pain；　to　have　every　cell　in　another　person's　body　at　your　thrall。
　　And　this　way；　the　person　was　still　alive　when　it　was　over。
　　〃Please　suck　my　dick；〃　Zach　said　faintly。
　　〃I…〃　Trevor　searched　for　the　right　thing　to　say。　〃I'd　love　to；〃　he　whispered　at　last；　and　slid　his　hands　under　Zach's　butt；　and　very　carefully　took　Zach's　penis　deep　into　his　mouth。　It　seemed　to　nestle　against　his　tongue　and　the　walls　of　his　throat　as　if　it　had　been　made　to　fit　there。　He　slid　one　hand　up　between　Zach's　legs；　cupped　his　balls　and　felt　them　draw　tight；　felt　the　skin　shivering；　seething。　Zach　was　tossing　his　head　and　moaning；　trying　not　to　thrust　too　hard。　Trevor　grabbed　his　bucking　hips　and　swallowed　him　deeper；　willing　his　throat　muscles　to　open；　to　liquefy。　He　almost　gagged；　but　forced　the　reflex　down。　He　wanted　this　in　him；　this　taste；　this　chance。
　　Chance？　he　thought；　what　do　I　mean　by　chance？　But　before　he　had　time　to　ponder　it；　Zach　screamed　〃OHHHH；　TREV！〃　and　snarled　his　fingers　in　Trevor's　hair　so　hard　the　strands　felt　as　if　they　would　rip　out　of　his　scalp；　and　his　whole　thrumming　body　surged　forward　and　seemed　to　pour　its　energy　into　Trevor。　He　felt　it　spilling　hot　over　his　tongue　and　down　the　back　of　his　throat；　crackling　from　Zach's　fingertips　into　Trevor's　temples　and　straight　through　his　brain；　even　emanating　from　Zach's　solar　plexus　in　steady　waves。　His　body　was　like　some　kind　of　big　nervous　battery。
　　Trevor　kept　sucking　until　Zach's　penis　was　soft　and　slippery　in　his　mouth；　until　his　lips　were　buried　in　the　crisp；　glossy　thicket　of　hair　that　stood　out　so　black　against　the　juncture　of　Zach's　pale　thighs。　The　taste　in　Trevor's　mouth　was　much　like　his　own；　but　had　its　distinct　notes：　slightly　herbal；　slightly　peppery。　He　wondered　if　his　own　e　would　poison　Zach's　bloodstream　with　caffeine。
　　But　Zach's　body　was　slowly　relaxing　into　him；　twining　round　him。　Trevor　slid　up　on　the　mattress　so　that　Zach　could　lie　fortably　against　him。　His　fingers　traced　patterns　in　the　sweat　trickling　along　Zach's　spine。　He　kissed　Zach's　eyelids　and　the　faint　dark　smudges　beneath　his　eyes；　savoring　the　tender　crepey　texture　of　the　skin　against　his　lips；　the　feathery　brush　of　the　lashes；　the　small　secret　motions　of　the　eyeball。　He　kissed　the　graceful　arcs　of　Zach's　eyebrows；　the　slope　of　his　narrow　elegant　nose。　Then　their　mouths　joined　again　in　a　long；　lush；　sated　kiss。　It　seemed　that　even　with　sore　lips　Zach　could　not　get　enough　of　kissing　him。　Trevor　had　never　known　it　was　possible　to　feel　this　close　to　someone；　had　never　dreamed　he　would　want　to。
　　〃So　what　do　you　think？〃　Zach　asked　after　a　while。
　　〃I　think　it　was　worth　about　a　million　drawings。〃　Trevor　felt　a　guilty　pang　as　he　said　this。　But　if　the　Bird　story　hadn't　been　destroyed；　this　might　not　have　happened。　He　knew　he　had　more　drawings　in　his　hand；　in　his　brain。　Zach　was　right；　he　didn't　need　the　house　to　dole　them　out　to　him。
　　Zach　shook　his　head。　〃If　it　was　enough　of　an　asshole　to　tear　up　your　story；　maybe　it'll　be　sorry。　Maybe　it'll　put　the　pieces　back　together。〃
　　Trevor　snorted。　〃And　Scotch…tape　them。〃
　　〃Yeah；　with　the　Magic　Tape。〃
　　〃Yeah；　with　nine　hundred　thousand　yards　of　it。〃
　　Zach　settled　into　the　curve　of　Trevor's　arm。　Trevor　felt　the　sweat　cooling　on　their　bodies；　the　damp　morning　chill　that　pervaded　the　room；　and　pulled　the　blanket　over　them。　Beneath　it；　Zach　moved　yet　closer　to　him。　It　was　like　being　in　a　warm　pocket　of　space　reserved　exclusively　for　them；　like　a　safe　haven；　like　a　womb。
　　〃I'm　sorry　I　hit　you；〃　Trevor　said。　It　was　way　past　the　time　for　an　apology；　but　he　had　to　say　it　anyway。
　　〃I'm　not。　It　got　us　this　far。〃　Zach　yawned；　pushed　his　face　into　Trevor's　chest。　〃I　was　scared　to　try　anything　with　you　before。〃
　　〃Why？〃
　　〃Well…〃　Zach　shifted　position；　draped　an　arm　across　Trevor's　stomach；　stroked　the　small　sharp　hill　of　Trevor's　hipbone。　〃I　don't　usually　have　sex　with　people　I　respect。〃
　　〃Why　not？〃
　　〃Because　I'm　a　dumbfuck；　I　guess。　I　don't　know。〃
　　Trevor　just　looked　at　him。
　　Zach　began　to　talk　much　as　Trevor　had　done　yesterday；　spilling　his　sordid　history；　detailing　more　damage　than　he　probably　even　realized：　the　condoms　he　masturbated　with；　the　empty　French　Quarter　trysts；　the　obsessive　need　to　feel　other　flesh　against　his　own　but　not　to　have　to　think　about　it。　By　the　end　he　was　crying　again；　just　a　few　slow　shameful　tears。
　　Trevor　cupped　Zach's　face　in　both　hands　and　licked　the　tears　away。　His　tongue　darted　into　the　salty　corner　of　Zach's　eye；　rounded　the　curve　of　Zach's　cheekbone；　slipped　back　into　Zach's　mouth。　Zach　pressed　gratefully　against　him；　and　Trevor　felt　himself　wanting　it　all　to　happen　again。　He　didn't　know　if　it　was　possible　so　soon。　But　Zach　seemed　to　be　showing　him　that　anything　was　possible。
　　It　lasted　much　longer　this　time。　Zach's　hands　worked　him　expertly；　stroking；　squeezing；　fingering　and　probing；　building　up　a　rhythm　so　exquisite　that　Trevor　thought　he　would　spend　his　seed　between　Zach's　warm　slick　palms。　That　would　have　been　fine；　but　Zach　began　to　make　his　way　back　down；　kissing　him　everywhere；　tracing　a　wet　glistening　maze　of　spit　along　his　body；　then　sucking　him　deep　and　slow；　excruciatingly；　maddeningly　slow。　It　was　almost　painful；　yet　Trevor　wanted　it　to　go　on　for　hours。
　　Zach　was　sprawled　between　Trevor's　legs；　his　left　arm　wrapped　loosely　around　Trevor's　waist；　his　right　hand　doing　something　ingenious。　Trevor　felt　Zach's　penis　growing　insistently　hard　against　his　thigh。　He　moved　his　leg　against　it；　reached　down　and　barely　managed　to　graze　it　with　his　fingertips。　He　wanted　to　do　something　to　make　Zach　feel　good　too。
　　〃Can　I…how　do　we　both…〃
　　Without　breaking　rhythm；　Zach　shifted　so　that　his　hips　were　beside　Trevor's　head；　his　boner　within　easy　reach　of　Trevor's　mouth。　This　position　seemed　a　marvel　of　physics；　but　Trevor　grasped　its　advantages　immediately；　it　leaned　their　weight　into　each　other；　pressed　the　flat　planes　of　their　bodies　tightly　together；　and　stretched　their　throats　wide　open。　It　seemed　as　if　they　could　go　on　for　hours　this　way。　And　so　they　did；　until　their　exhausted　bodies　were　all　but　bound　together　by　a　moist　web　of　spit　and　sweat　and　semen。
　　Then　they　slept　again；　easy　sated　sleep　that　lasted　into　the　afternoon。　The　house　was　silent　around　them。　Their　dreams　were　set　only　to　the　soft　patter　of　rain　on　the　roof；　to　the　slow　even　rhythm　of　one　another's　breathing。
　　
　　　
　　　Chapter　Fourteen
　　
　　A　tourist　from　Atlanta　was　found　murdered　Tuesday　in　a　warehouse　used　to　store　Mardi　Gras　parade　floats。　Elizabeth　Linhardt；　36；　had　reportedly　been　mutilated