《N**************)》老牌同人女

3、第 3 章

　　Marcus reaches down to close one big hand over Kyle's crotch, massaging it roughly and biting at Kyle's neck when he throws his head back to breathe out his moans as quietly as he can. The pressure in Kyle's cock builds to a sharpness he's never felt before, and he yelps when he comes, pushing the sound into Marcus' mouth as he fills his pants with come, shaking with the full-body pulse of his orgasm. Marcus drags his teeth carefully over Kyle's earlobe as Kyle shudders out the last drops, his arms around Marcus' shoulders. He's already thinking about what he needs to do to Marcus to repay him for that, and Marcus is rock hard under Kyle's ass, but Kyle needs a minute, feels boneless and exhausted, his head dropping to Marcus' chest. Marcus seems to understand this, and he breathes hard into Kyle's hair, snaking a hand up under Kyle's shirt to rub his hot palm across Kyle's back.

　　"Anything you want," Kyle says, practically drooling, already half asleep. "Anything." Then he remembers the magazine, what the men in the pictures seem to enjoy having done to them by the women, and Kyle might not be a woman but he does have a mouth. He scrambles down Marcus' body, swallowing his anxiety with a sleep-tempered moan, and starts working on Marcus' jeans. He looks up to see Marcus watching him, his mouth just slightly open, eyes glazed.

　　"You want my mouth on you?" Kyle whispers, just to make sure, and Marcus shuts his eyes, then reopens them slowly.

　　"Fuck," he breathes out, his cock jerking under Kyle's hand, and Kyle takes that as a yes. He gets Marcus' jeans open and pulls out his cock, which is so big and thick that it's sort of mesmerizing, and Kyle wants his mouth on it as soon as he sees it, he wants it so bad. He licks up the length and Marcus groans, then stuffs his hand in his mouth to keep himself quiet. Kyle licks him again, appreciating the sweat-stained taste of him, and the secret, mushroomy smell between his legs as they open wider for Kyle's mouth. He licks across Marcus' balls, pulling his jeans down further to draw his tongue underneath them before coming back up to swallow as much of him as he can. Marcus is struggling not to scream; Kyle can feel it in the tremble that moves through his whole body as he bites down on his palm and jerks his hips up in measured little thrusts, fucking his cock deeper into Kyle's mouth, until Kyle chokes a little and has to sit back, panting onto Marcus' slick cockhead.

　　"Okay," Marcus says, grabbing Kyle's arms and pulling him up, into his lap again. "Okay."

　　Kyle has no idea what's going to happen next, but he's surrendered to it, fully awake now, his cock hard again. Marcus kisses him, biting at his lips, then slips a finger into Kyle's mouth, letting Kyle suck it like he tried to suck Marcus' cock, which was really too big to fit in there. When he takes his finger away Kyle is sorry to lose it, wants something of Marcus' in his mouth all the time, and when Marcus rips Kyle's pants down he has no idea that Marcus' slicked finger is going to end up between his ass cheeks. Kyle gasps when Marcus rubs down through his cleft until he finds what he was looking for, that puckered skin, something Kyle never thought might make him feel good, but it does, and he opens his legs wider for Marcus' finger, moaning when he pushes it inside. Kyle nods drowsily, twisting himself down harder onto Marcus' finger, delirious and disoriented by the feeling of being opened up, something he never knew he needed this badly.

　　He sobs when Marcus turns him around and replaces his finger with that thick cock, which is still wet from Kyle's mouth but not enough, and it burns all the way in, slow and sharp, he and Marcus both breathing so hard that the glass on the shop window begins to fog. When Kyle is completely seated in Marcus' lap he slumps backward, shaking hard, Marcus' arms locked around his chest. He pushes his face back against Marcus' neck and winces until the feeling of Marcus being lodged fully inside him begins to feel okay, maybe even good, the burn fading to a sting that makes Kyle hiss when Marcus shifts, moving inside him.

　　"You," Marcus breathes in his ear, squeezing him tighter. "Kyle." He reaches down and takes hold of Kyle's cock, which had softened a bit with the shock of Marcus pushing into him. He's quickly hard again in Marcus' hand, and when Marcus sneaks his thumb down to rub over Kyle's balls Kyle loses it, coming with a low moan that he pushes against Marcus' neck, which is sweaty now, so hot. Marcus thrusts up into Kyle as he's still pulsing with his orgasm, and Kyle is dead weight in Marcus' arms, so broken open, given over completely. When he relaxes those thrusts feel so good, Marcus working himself up into him harder and harder, until he grunts against the side of Kyle's head and fills him up so completely that his come is already leaking from Kyle when he pulls out.

　　在巨大的满足感中Kyle感到昏昏欲睡。他浑身酸痛，精疲力竭，摊倒在 Marcus和墙之间的地板上。他努力张着眼睛，看到Marcus支起身体一侧，低头看着他，用手指划过他嘴唇上的一个旧伤痕。

　　“啊，上帝。“Marcus听起来有些悲伤。Kyle闭上眼睛，然后又在Marcus返回的时候睁开双眼。Marcus拿来了一条睡裤，卷成一团放在他头下面，然后撕开一件衬衫，象毯子一样盖在Kyle身上。然后他在Kyle身边躺下来。Kyle看着Marcus的眼睛，一直坚持到浓浓的睡意彻底战胜了他。

　　他没有作任何梦，但他中途醒来几次。不熟悉的地板让他纳闷儿自己身在何处。但当他醒来的时候Marcus就在身边，平躺着看着天花板。他的眼睛重新变得温和起来，显然不知道Kyle在观察他。而Kyle也没清醒多长时间，就又沉入了睡眠。他从来没有这样疲倦过。鉴于他这辈子一直和疲倦在做斗争，这样的感觉再真实不过。他想睡它几天几夜，呆在商店里过上几星期，甚至过一辈子。每天都和Marcus做他们做过的事，让整个世界都消失掉。当他醒过来的时候，Marcus低头晃晃他的肩膀。

　　“嘿，我们要上路了。“他看起来有点负罪感。Kyle想告诉他这没什么值得羞愧的，因为他昨晚挽救了Kyle，把他的世界翻了个底朝天。

　　“为什么？“Kyle沙哑着嗓子问。Marcus弯起嘴的一角，笑容转瞬即逝。

　　“我不知道。“他回答。“但我们不能呆在这里。“

　　哪里都不是久留之地。Kyle摇摇晃晃的站起来，Marcus扶了他一把。他找到了一条新腰带，Star装了她所有能带走的袖扣。他们在商店里停留了很长时间，太阳升起的太快了些。Kyle在更衣室匆匆忙忙的换着衣服，知道他们短暂的休息已经结束了。

　　后来发生的事情就都是历史了。他们找到了一家还有油的加油站，但是遇到了一群满怀敌意的家伙。只有一个白头发的老妇人看到了Star，坚持要给她吃点东西。这似乎是件名正言顺的事情，Kyle和Star拼命往嘴里塞着陈旧的牛肉干，而Marcus则象个牧羊人一样站在一旁。然后屋顶突然就飞起来，机器人出现了，象往常一样，休假结束了，他们需要继续逃生。

　　他们会逃出去的，因为Marcus会拯救他们。但是机器的追捕者是如此强大。Kyle被丢进收割者的牢笼的时候，他相信Marcus就会出现，用一个响指就让这个金属怪物灰飞烟灭。事情当然不是那么简单，Marcus跳到了牢笼外面，用一柄斧子开始劈砍大门。Kyle自始至终都在极度兴奋中，直到一只机械巨臂拦腰抓住Marcus，把他扔了下去。从此Kyle就一直在等，在飞往Skynet的路上信心十足的等待着，等着Marcus跑来挽救他们。