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and rising, facing the other direction,
still tapping. His audience applauded.
Tyler tipped his hat to them and stepped
over to Becca. "How about that drink?"
Suddenly, her green eyes were all he could
see.
II HAVE A BETTER IDEAA
Their lips met the instant the elevator
closed. Becca pushed him up against the wall, her body pressed
against his. When the doors opened, they stumbled out, their arms
wrapped around each other. Tyler fumbled blindly for his keys,
finally fishing them out and fitting them in the lock. After
several seconds of blind jiggling of keys, he successfully opened
the door and the two of them stumbled inside and to the bed, Tyler
flinging the door closed behind them. Becca sat on the bed's edge,
Tyler standing before her.
"Wait, wait," Becca said, breathlessly,
"hold on..."
"What?"
"Max! Out!" She pointed to the door.
Tyler heard a distant whimper.
"No argument," she said. "Out!"
Tyler laughed.
"Okay," she said. "Now..." She reached up,
pulling Tyler's shirt up over his head and flinging it away. His
fedora landed somewhere behind him. On her way back down she yanked
down on his trousers, pulling them down to his ankles, allowing him
to step out, kicking off his shoes. She slid her hands up his
smooth, toned thighs, making her way up his boxers, tented outward
by the pressure of his cock, which hardened at her touch. She
pulled them down, and brought her hand back up to stroke him. Tyler
leaned down to kiss her as she did so. His eyes dialed open, and he
saw the worlds spinning inside her clothes.
One thought, and they spun away from each
other. Becca's clothes blew away like dust, leaving her naked body
exposed underneath him.
"That's so fucking hot," she said, sliding
back onto the bed, pulling him with her.
Tyler spread her legs wide and entered her,
rocking back and forth on top of her. He propped himself up by his
hands, looking down on her body. She moaned, and as her mouth
opened, he saw down into her throat and deep inside her. Her skin
glistened, and he saw inside the tiny pearls of sweat that beaded
there. Her nipples thrust out from the tiny brown circles of her
areolas, and his eyes dialed open, showing him the intricate
weaving of the cells within.
The world blurred, and soon he saw nothing
but the worlds spinning within her. Moreover, he felt her inside
him, her green eyes drifted into his mind and nestled inside his
consciousness there, and soon she was seeing the worlds within him
as well. They were universes of seething passion, galaxies burning
and rushing into one another. Finally, there was an explosion,
worlds mixing and crossing into each other's orbits, a cosmic
collision in the endless void.
He collapsed on the bed next to her, the
room filled with the sound of their panting breath. Becca's eyes
were gone from his mind now, and he saw nothing but the endless
cosmos spinning and whirling through the night above him.
Eventually, the moon and clouds returned to visibility, then the
top floor apartments, his ceiling, and finally, his eyelids.
Tyler slept.
TYLER
"Keep an eye on this one."
"It was chaos," Tyler said. "Soldiers were
running everywhere, some toward the scene, some away from it. There
were these zombies or whatever that Brock had made, they were all
over the place. And there were others, people with powers, like
us."
"Not like us," Brandon said. "Tommy,
Russell, those guys? They're not like us."
"How are they different?" Tyler asked. "They
were as lost and confused as we were."
"They're villains, that's how," Brandon said
with conviction.
"Villains." Tyler looked him in the eye.
"What do you think we are?"
______________________
"My God," Becca said, "that's Brock
Kenney!"
"What?" Tyler had never seen Brock, only
heard him. The voice that emerged from this thing's throat could be
Brock, but it could be any male voice.
"It's Brock. From school."
"But Brock wasn't on the bus," Tyler said.
"Was he?"
The tiny antennae in Brock's eyes
still tapping. His audience applauded.
Tyler tipped his hat to them and stepped
over to Becca. "How about that drink?"
Suddenly, her green eyes were all he could
see.
II HAVE A BETTER IDEAA
Their lips met the instant the elevator
closed. Becca pushed him up against the wall, her body pressed
against his. When the doors opened, they stumbled out, their arms
wrapped around each other. Tyler fumbled blindly for his keys,
finally fishing them out and fitting them in the lock. After
several seconds of blind jiggling of keys, he successfully opened
the door and the two of them stumbled inside and to the bed, Tyler
flinging the door closed behind them. Becca sat on the bed's edge,
Tyler standing before her.
"Wait, wait," Becca said, breathlessly,
"hold on..."
"What?"
"Max! Out!" She pointed to the door.
Tyler heard a distant whimper.
"No argument," she said. "Out!"
Tyler laughed.
"Okay," she said. "Now..." She reached up,
pulling Tyler's shirt up over his head and flinging it away. His
fedora landed somewhere behind him. On her way back down she yanked
down on his trousers, pulling them down to his ankles, allowing him
to step out, kicking off his shoes. She slid her hands up his
smooth, toned thighs, making her way up his boxers, tented outward
by the pressure of his cock, which hardened at her touch. She
pulled them down, and brought her hand back up to stroke him. Tyler
leaned down to kiss her as she did so. His eyes dialed open, and he
saw the worlds spinning inside her clothes.
One thought, and they spun away from each
other. Becca's clothes blew away like dust, leaving her naked body
exposed underneath him.
"That's so fucking hot," she said, sliding
back onto the bed, pulling him with her.
Tyler spread her legs wide and entered her,
rocking back and forth on top of her. He propped himself up by his
hands, looking down on her body. She moaned, and as her mouth
opened, he saw down into her throat and deep inside her. Her skin
glistened, and he saw inside the tiny pearls of sweat that beaded
there. Her nipples thrust out from the tiny brown circles of her
areolas, and his eyes dialed open, showing him the intricate
weaving of the cells within.
The world blurred, and soon he saw nothing
but the worlds spinning within her. Moreover, he felt her inside
him, her green eyes drifted into his mind and nestled inside his
consciousness there, and soon she was seeing the worlds within him
as well. They were universes of seething passion, galaxies burning
and rushing into one another. Finally, there was an explosion,
worlds mixing and crossing into each other's orbits, a cosmic
collision in the endless void.
He collapsed on the bed next to her, the
room filled with the sound of their panting breath. Becca's eyes
were gone from his mind now, and he saw nothing but the endless
cosmos spinning and whirling through the night above him.
Eventually, the moon and clouds returned to visibility, then the
top floor apartments, his ceiling, and finally, his eyelids.
Tyler slept.
TYLER
"Keep an eye on this one."
"It was chaos," Tyler said. "Soldiers were
running everywhere, some toward the scene, some away from it. There
were these zombies or whatever that Brock had made, they were all
over the place. And there were others, people with powers, like
us."
"Not like us," Brandon said. "Tommy,
Russell, those guys? They're not like us."
"How are they different?" Tyler asked. "They
were as lost and confused as we were."
"They're villains, that's how," Brandon said
with conviction.
"Villains." Tyler looked him in the eye.
"What do you think we are?"
______________________
"My God," Becca said, "that's Brock
Kenney!"
"What?" Tyler had never seen Brock, only
heard him. The voice that emerged from this thing's throat could be
Brock, but it could be any male voice.
"It's Brock. From school."
"But Brock wasn't on the bus," Tyler said.
"Was he?"
The tiny antennae in Brock's eyes
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