pzb.drawingblood-第59节

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lit　bathroom。　They　slammed　the　door　and　leaned　against　it；　groping　and　squeezing　and　clawing　at　each　other；　kissing　madly。　Then　Trevor　was　kneeling　on　the　hard　cement　floor；　licking　Zach's　stomach；　using　his　teeth　to　pull　down　the　leggings；　gripping　Zach's　hipbones　like　handles。
　　It　only　took　about　ninety　seconds。　〃Oh　Trev；〃　Zach　gasped　as　he　came；　〃oh　god　I　needed　that；　thank　you；　thank　you　。　。　。〃
　　〃Sure。〃　Trevor　wiped　his　mouth　on　the　back　of　his　hand。　〃Can't　be　a　real　rock　star　without　a　backstage　blowjob。〃
　　Someone　knocked。
　　Trevor　felt　Zach's　body　stiffen。　He　got　to　his　feet。　Zach　tugged　his　leggings　up　and　backed　away　from　the　door。　〃Who　is　it？〃
　　〃Us；〃　said　a　chorus　of　sheepish　voices。
　　Zach　opened　the　door。　Terry；　his　girlfriend　Victoria；　R。J。；　and　Calvin　were　standing　just　outside　looking　embarrassed。　〃Sorry；〃　said　Calvin；　〃but　the　break's　almost　over　and　we　thought　you　might　want　some　of　these。〃　He　held　out　a　plastic　bag　half　full　of　mushrooms。　They　were　pale　brown　streaked　with　iridescent　blue…the　psilocybin…and　gave　off　a　crumbling　earthy　smell。
　　Trevor　saw　Zach's　hand　start　to　reach　forward；　then　he　paused　and　looked　uncertainly　back　at　Trevor。　〃I　like　mushrooms　a　lot。　Have　you　ever　done　'em？〃
　　Trevor　shook　his　head。
　　〃Well　。　。　。　they'd　give　you　plenty　of　ideas；　that's　for　sure。〃　Zach　stared　at　Trevor；　then　back　at　the　bag。　〃Can　I　have　some　for　later？〃　he　asked。
　　Calvin　pulled　the　bag　back。　〃You　can　buy　some。　I'm　not　giving　them　away　if　you're　not　gonna　do　'em　with　us。〃
　　Zach's　eyes　met　Calvin's。　Though　these　two　probably　were　attracted　to　each　other；　Trevor　realized；　that　wasn't　exactly　what　was　going　on　between　them。　It　was　rather　that　they　understood　each　other　as　any　creatures　of　the　same　species　will；　especially　if　it　is　a　dangerous　species。
　　〃Okay。〃　Zach　pulled　out　a　handful　of　twenties。　〃How　much？〃
　　〃Well　。。。　oh；　fuck　it。〃　Terry；　R。J。；　and　Victoria　had　all　started　staring　at　Calvin　reproachfully　as　soon　as　he　mentioned　money。　〃I　don't　care。　Just　take　a　handful。〃
　　Zach　was　nearly　laughing　as　he　reached　into　the　bag。　〃Thanks；　Calvin。　That's　real　nice　of　you。〃　Their　eyes　were　shooting　silver　daggers　at　each　other；　but　on　another　level　they　seemed　to　be　positively　enjoying　the　exchange。　Trevor　had　spent　the　past　two　days　diving　into　Zach's　character　like　an　unfamiliar　river；　eager　to　let　it　flow　over　him；　to　let　its　current　carry　him　along。　Now　he　was　beginning　to　realize　that　it　had　secret　tributaries　and　strange　deep　pools　he　might　never　fathom。
　　Zach　wrapped　his　mushrooms　in　a　twist　of　toilet　paper　and　gave　them　to　Trevor　to　hold。　Trevor　stowed　the　little　bundle　deep　in　his　pocket；　then　wiped　his　fingers　on　his　shirt。　He　wasn't　at　all　sure　he　wanted　to　eat　those　nasty…looking　things。　Bobby　had　liked　his　hallucinogens；　Trevor　knew；　but　gave　them　up　soon　after　he　stopped　drawing。　And　Crumb　had　done　all　sorts　of　drugs；　though　he　claimed　in　a　recent　ics　Journal　interview　that　they　had　affected　his　draftsmanship。
　　But　what　had　Trevor　thought　earlier？　Hyping　his　consciousness　with　caffeine　had　helped　him　prowl　around　the　edges　of　his　past；　but　he　had　not　yet　penetrated　to　the　heart　of　it。　Maybe　it　was　time　to　start　altering　his　brain；　laying　open　his　very　cells。　Maybe　then　he　would　know　enough　so　that　he　could　leave　with　Zach；　if　Zach　had　to　go。
　　
　　Gumbo　kicked　off　the　second　set　with　a　thrash…tempo　version　of　the　old　Cajun　song　〃Paper　in　My　Shoe。〃　Zach　shouted　what　lyrics　he　knew　over　a　pileup　of　guitar　and　drum　noise　and　made　up　the　rest；　grinning　between　the　rapid…fire　lines。　He　had　never　been　able　to　stand　Cajun　music　when　he　lived　in　New　Orleans。　But　singing　this　song　here　in　this　club　was　like　going　home　again。
　　The　crowd　was　dancing　hard。　From　the　stage　they　looked　like　nothing　but　a　seething；　bobbing　mass　of　heads；　waving　hands；　blissed…out　faces。　Zach　noticed　that　the　beautiful　red…haired　boy　was　still　at　front　and　center；　but　he　had　switched　his　attention　to　Calvin。　The　guitarist　kept　making　eye　contact　with　the　boy；　playing　to　him。　The　boy　was　dancing　so　hard　that　his　white　shirt　had　gone　transparent　with　sweat。　Zach　could　see　the　pink　points　of　his　nipples　through　the　drenched　cotton。
　　See；　Zach　felt　like　telling　Calvin；　you're　a　knockout；　you　have　drugs；　you　play　guitar　in　a　hot　band。　You　couldn't　go　home　alone　tonight　if　you　wanted　to。
　　They　eased　into　another　jam；　this　one　slow；　dark；　and　nasty。　The　V…neck　of　the　boy's　shirt　had　slipped　down；　exposing　one　pale　shoulder。　Several　girls　in　front　were　wearing　skimpy　tank　tops；　and　as　they　danced　their　slender　arms　swayed　in　the　air　like　branches。　Zach　found　himself　thinking　about　skin。　It　could　be　a　fabulously　erotic　substance；　smooth　under　the　hands；　salty　against　the　tongue。　Its　color　could　inspire　hatred。　It　could　be　flayed　and　tanned。
　　He　gripped　the　microphone；　leaned　forward　until　his　lips　were　almost　touching　it。　〃Dressin'　up　at　night　in　his　suit　of　skin　。　。　。　Cured　her　ribs　in　the　barn　。　。　。　Fried　up　her　heart　in　a　skillet　。　。　。　Put　her　ole　hands　in　a　jar　。　。　。〃
　　He　caught　Trevor　laughing　in　the　audience；　eyes　squeezed　shut；　mouth　wide　open：　a　pletely　unself…conscious　moment。　Zach　let　his　lips　brush　the　mike。　〃Ooooh　Ed；〃　he　moaned；　〃what'd　you　do　with　her　head？〃
　　The　kids　loved　it。　Zach　hung　on　the　mike　stand；　threw　in　a　few　sultry　bars　of　〃Summertime。〃　Gonna　spread　your　wings；　take　to　the　sky　。　。　。
　　Too　soon　they　came　to　the　last　song。　Zach　threw　himself　into　it　hard；　ended　up　on　his　knees　clutching　the　mike；　howling　into　it；　forcing　every　bit　of　air　from　his　lungs；　reaching　deep　into　his　soul　for　those　blues。　Who　knew　when　he　would　sing　for　an　audience　again？　He　had　to　make　this　time　good　enough　to　last。
　　Then　it　was　over。　He　was　backstage；　listening　to　the　roar　of　the　crowd　through　the　thin　wall。　Terry；　R。J。；　and　Calvin　were　slapping　his　back；　congratulating　him；　assuring　him　of　a　gig　if　he　decided　to　stick　around　town。　After　they　got　high　again；　the　others　went　out　to　start　packing　up　their　equipment；　and　Zach　found　Trevor　standing　alone　at　the　edge　of　the　crowd。
　　They　lingered　in　the　bar　for　a　while。　Soon　the　other　band　members　drifted　in　to　bask　in　the　post…performance　attention。　Friends　milled　around；　hoping　to　be　drawn　into　the　circle。　Kids　approached　them　with　pliments；　smiles；　hungry　eyes。
　　Zach　saw　Calvin　talking　to　the　boy　who　had　been　dancing　in　front　of　the　stage。　The　boy's　face　was　as　delicately　shaded　as　a　watercolor　painting：　eyelashes　the　same　red…gold　as　his　hair；　pale　pink　lips；　the　faintest　of　lavender　hollows　above　and　below　his　eyes。　He　made　a　grand　gesture　with　his　hand；　lowered　his　eyelids　disdainfully。　〃I　don't　know；〃　Zach　heard　him　say。　〃Last　time　I　did　mushrooms　they　were　old　and　made　me　sick。〃
　　〃These　are　real　fresh；〃　Calvin　assured　him。　〃I　grew　'em　myself。〃
　　〃Well　。　。　。'〃　The　boy's　eyes　tilted　up　to　meet　Calvin's。　〃I　guess　I　will。〃　He　smiled。
　　〃e　on　backstage　with　me。　We'll　do　you　up　real　good。〃
　　Zach　watched　them　leave　the　bar　together。　The　thought　of　those　two　exquisite　creatures　having　mad　hallucinatory　sex　made　him　happy　for　some　reason。　He　looked　at　Trevor　sitting　next　to　him　and　thought　about　having　some　mad　hallucinatory　sex　of　his　own。
　　〃You　want　to　get　out　of　here　soon？〃　he　asked；　and　couldn't　help　laughing　when　Trevor　looked　absurdly　grateful。
　　
　　　
　　　Chapter　Twenty
　　
　　Back　at　the　house；　Trevor　and　Zach　sat　at　the　kitchen　table　drinking　tapwater　from　freshly　washed　glasses。　Only　a　rusty　trickle　had　e　out　of　the　faucet　at　first；　but　when　they　left　it　running　for　a　few　minutes　it　turned　into　a　clear；　steady　stream。　Zach　couldn't　help　remembering　the　rotten　blood　and　ropy　sperm　gushing　from　the　bathroom　tap；　but　the　kitchen　water　looked　and　tasted　fine。
　　The　mushrooms　lay　on　the　table　in　front　of　them；　next　to　the　puter；　still　half…swathed　in　a　twist　of　Sacred　Yew　toilet　paper。　Both　boys　kept　glancing　at　them　from　time　to　time；　Trevor　with　intrigued　trepidation；　Zach　with　a　sort　of　patient　lust。
　　As　soon　as　they　got　home；　they　had　gone　through　the　house　turning　on　lights　in　all　the　safe　rooms…the　kitchen；　the　big　bedroom；　Trevor's　bedroom；　the　studio。　Even　the　hall　light　was　burning。　Though　it　was　well　past　midnight；　the　house　felt　almost　cozy。
　　Zach　couldn't　stop　talking　about　the　show。　〃As　soon　as　I　hit　that　stage；〃　he　told　Trevor；　〃I　felt　like　I　was　born　there。　I　haven't　felt　born　to　anything　since　the　first　time　I　touched　a　puter。　What　am　I　gonna　do；　Trev？　Maybe　I　could　disguise　myself　and　bee　a　famous　rock　star。　Like　the　guy　in　that　movie　Angel　Heart；　but　in　reverse；　without　amnesia。　It'd　be　the　perfect　cover！〃
　　〃But　the　guy　in　Angel　Heart　sold　his　soul　to　the　Devil。〃
　　〃I　don't　have　a　problem　with　that。〃　Zach　fingered　a　mushroom　cap；　watched　a　few　dark　spores　sift　onto　the　tabletop。　〃You　know；　I　really　want　to　eat　some　of　these。〃
　　〃Eat　'em；　then。〃
　　〃Are　you　going　to　do　any？〃
　　〃Well　。　。　。〃　Trevor　shifted　in　his　chair。　〃What　exactly　happens？　Is　it　like　getting　stoned？〃
　　〃No；　it's　much　more　intense。　Scarier；　your　first　time。　But　you'll　see　all　kinds　of　beautiful　hallucinations　and　feel　all　kinds　of　weird　physical　sensations　and　have　fucked…