Somewhere I Have Never Travelled 11
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The winter progressed -- snowy and cold -- and spring began to creep in when everyone least expected it. Sudden days of warmth and rivers of melting snow that were followed by chill days that returned everything to winter.
Sam and Mark had settled into a nice groove, classes and study, hanging out, having sex and generally feeling quite secure in what they were doing.
They saw Rob every few weeks who gave them updates on what was happening, and what was happening with James. Mark was confused, and couldn't really understand why they couldn't just be together.
Sam was thoughtful. "James is scared, I think. You were scared, I seem to recall."
Mark smacked him on the ass. "Yeah, but I still kissed you, remember?"
"OK, fair point. You did. And you weren't even sure if I was totally into it. So there's that. But we'll just have to sit back and see what they do. I have no power over what my brother does, after all."
"I guess." and he busied himself collected dirty clothes and a pile of sheets from the previous night's sex, the memory of which was vivid.
They were going to a spring party at someone's house, someone they didn't know all that well who was
a friend of someone from a floor below them in the residence. James and Matteo didn't know them all that well, either, but they were all going, feeling they needed to let off some winter steam.
The party was in a house across town, and they decided to walk. The snow was almost gone from the streets and grey rivers of water flowed along the curbs carrying chunks of ice and trash that had been frozen for months under the snow.
James and Matteo were walking ahead, talking, and Mark held Sam's hand, and a little nervously, he realized. They walked in silence, vaguely listening to the two guys ahead who seemed to be debating politics.
Matteo knocked on the door and they wondered if anyone could hear it since the door, the porch and maybe the whole house, was vibrating to a steady bass thumping. The door did open, and a wall of sound came out and whoever had opened it had walked away.
Once they had found some beer and walked around, seeing if they knew anyone, which they didn't, he and Sam found a sofa that had a bit of space on it in the living room. They sat down, surrounded by people standing, laughing and drinking. There was a haze of pot smoke in the house.
"It hardly seems worth it to light up," and Sam laughed, lighting up anyway.
They smoked in silence for a while, leaning against each other. Mark, feeling quite stoned, looked down at his beer.
"I'm going to get more. You want another?"
"Sure. I'm kinda planted here...don't be long!"
Mark wandered through the crowd. He saw James across the room, talking intently to someone, and Matteo seemed to have disappeared. He had caught sight of his girlfriend earlier and he imagined them having a quiet talk somewhere.
He found the beer in amongst an army of empties and chip bags, and soft drink bottles. He opened the beer and turned and almost ran into someone.
"Ooops. Shit. Sorry."
"No worries," and Mark looked up into the friendly face of a tall, dark-haired guy who was smiling at him.
"Great party..." and he paused. "I'm Tomas...?"
"Mark. Do you know...actually, I can't remember who invited us! You must know someone."
"I live here, actually. So yeah."
"Right. Nice to meet you. Amazing party...loud."
"It is kind of, right? This is our first and I wonder if it might be our last." And he laughed.
"Well, I should get these beer to their destination."
"I'll join you,"
They made their way back to Sam, Tomas stopping a few times to say hi and joke for a second with a few people. Sam looked up and smiled.
"Sam, this is Tomas. Tomas, Sam."
"Cool. Nice to meet you. This is a great party." Sam took the beer and drank deeply. "I'm thirsty...all that smoke I guess. Hey Tomas, you want some?" Sam offered the pipe to him.
"Nah, I'm good. I had some earlier and the stuff always makes me sleepy."
"I get it."
Mark slid back onto the sofa beside Sam, who snuggled a little closer to him. Tomas watched for a moment with a little smile.
"You two...together?"
Mark looked up, his eyebrows raised. "That obvious?"
"I guess. It seems kind of obvious...the way you are together. How long have you been dating?"
Sam looked at Mark for a moment. "Hmmm. Should we measure from September or Christmas?"
Mark laughed. "I have no idea. Let's say Christmas." He took a puff from Sam's pipe.
"There's some stories there, right? You know, I think I will have some of that..." and he reached for the pipe, taking a long pull and closing his eyes. He opened them and found both of them were just watching him, their eyes a little red.
"What's your major?" Mark finally asked.
"Music. I play the piano."
"Cool! I wish I had stuck with it."
Mark looked at Sam, surprised. "You never told me you played."
"I don't tell you everything." and he leaned in a kissed Mark for a second.
"You guys are very cute."
There was a note in Tomas' voice that Mark was struck by. It almost sounded...flirtatious? He looked up at the slightly unshaven face, and those brown eyes. Mark felt strange and his demon was waking up in ways he didn't quite know what to do with.
"What's your major, Mark?"
"English."
"Lots of reading, I guess."
"Oh, you have no idea." and he chuckled. The person sitting beside him got up and left, and Tomas slid down and took the vacant seat. He was sitting very close to him, their legs touching. He could feel heat from Tomas, and from Sam and he found it hard to think.
Sam grinned at them. "Hey Tomas. What's your favourite music?"
"You mean any music, or piano music?"
"Right. I guess piano."
"I'm into Debussy...you've heard some?" As he said this, his arm reached over Mark's shoulder and his hand landed softly on Sam's shoulder on the other side. He slowly played with the fabric of Sam's shirt, who looked at his hand and grinned. Mark felt strangely excited and a little confused.
"Yeah, I like Debussy. Steps in the snow, and all that."
Tomas looked surprised. "You really do," and his hand made its way to Sam's neck, stroking. His other hand, Mark suddenly realized, the one in his lap, was stroking his leg very close to his crotch which felt amazing. It felt amazing to have the heat from Sam on one side and the feeling on his leg from the other. Mark looked up at Tomas,
"So what are you doing..." and he said it lightly, almost playfully.
Sam looked at him, surprised, but his eyes bright.
"You two are very hot, you know that? Very, very hot."
With a little laugh, Sam said,
"Yeah, let's just cut to the chase."
It was Mark's turn to look at Sam with surprise and Sam returned his look, his usual smile breaking out. Mark leaned in and kissed him softly. He said very low,
"You into this?"
Sam kissed him back. "I am, if you are," and he leaned in closer. "If even a little of you is not, then we'll just head home."
Mark kissed him back and reached down for Tomas' hand which was still exploring his leg. Sam took Tomas' other hand in his. Mark turned to Tomas and leaned in very close to his lips. "We...are you suggesting what I hope you're suggesting. Cause we're into it if you are." He heard Sam chuckle softly.
Tomas looked at them both with almost amazement. "Yeah, I am. Let's go upstairs," and he got off the sofa and began to make his way across the room, turning to make sure they were following.
Sam got up and pulled Mark after him. Before they moved, Sam said,
"Just one thing. You and I have been a little reckless, but we both know we're clean now, but we should make sure there's a condom somewhere in all this, or...well you know what I'm saying."
"I agree. We were a little stupid, weren't we. But now that's clear, so let's not mess this up. I'm just going to say it. No fucking without protection unless it's just the two of us, right?"
Sam leaned in and kissed him. "Right. Let's go have fun."
They followed Tomas' retreating back as he went up the stairs, down a little hall to a room that was lit by a string of lights around the window. Mark turned and closed the door. There was a futon on the floor, and Tomas was already lying in it, his shirt off. Mark looked at Sam and shrugged. Then he pulled his own shirt off, walked over and lay next to Tomas. They both watched Sam as he pulled not just his shirt, but everything off, his cock already half hard. He stood there for a moment, slowing jacking his hardness. "So, who's going to do what, do you think?" and smiled his most wicked smile. Mark slid his pants off, then turned to Tomas, pulling the zipper down and yanking them off, underwear and all. Tomas turned to him and their lips met, and he leaned into Tomas, their bodies, their cocks meeting and beginning to grind together. Sam knelt onto the bed and on his knees, came over to them. Mark reached for his cock and began to slowly slide his hand up and down, as his tongue explored Tomas mouth.
Sam bent down to the two cocks which were getting slippery together. He began licking them, back and forth, sucking at the ends of them that were getting sticky, and sliding together. He took Tomas down, who gasped into Mark's mouth, and he pushed his hips forward forcing more of his cock into Sam's mouth.
Mark looked down and watched, then slid himself over so that he joined Sam on Tomas's dick, which they shared, alternating between sucking it down, and exploring his balls, exploring underneath his balls, then sharing his cock between them in spitty kisses. Tomas' head was thrown back, gasping. He managed to say "Fuck, that's amazing." and he closed his eyes again.
Sam moved off Tomas and slid up to Tomas head, on his knees, and fed him his cock who took it down with a grunt, quickly bobbing his head on it, while Sam pushed himself in, his breathing getting harsh. Mark kept Tomas' cock deep in his throat, tasting the soft liquid that flowed into his mouth, his own cock grinding into the bed. Sam's breathing was getting faster. Tomas pulled himself off Sam's length, a stream of clear liquid following his mouth, connecting him to Sam's cock.
"I want to watch you two fuck."
Mark then sat up, still jacking Tomas slowly. He looked at Sam.
"That sounds good to me. You have some slippy stuff?"
"Of course. Tomas reached behind and pulled a bottle from behind the bed and handed it to Sam.
Tomas watched them wordlessly decide what was going to happen, as Sam lay on his back and Mark straddled him, already lubing up his asshole, lubing up his cock, then Sam's. He positioned himself then slowly, carefully lowered himself onto Sam, who gasped as his cock slid into him. He turned to Tomas and reached for him, bringing him closer, taking his cock in as Mark began to move slowly, up and down, settling in. Tomas began to moan as he watched the two of them.
Mark leaned down, still with Sam inside him and arched his back a little, Sam pushing him forward and raising his hips a little to keep his length in Mark, who joined Sam, licking Tomas as he moved in and out of Sam's mouth, who let Mark suck the end as he began to lap at his balls, still pushing himself into Mark, still rolling his hips up so his balls began to slap against Mark, who moaned, Tomas still in his throat, tasing a different saltiness, a different flavour, and he felt Sam's tongue at the sides of his mouth, exploring, trying to get into his mouth that was already filled with Tomas.
Mark leaned back and watched Tomas move into Sam's mouth, and his breathing was almost haggard, as if he were in pain, and Sam's rhythm increased, beginning to be more insistent in Mark, feeling his cock move deeper and faster in him, his own cock streaming all over Sam's chest. He leaned back, feeling the length in him, watching Tomas push himself into Sam's mouth who closed his eyes and took him, as Mark began to slide his fist on himself, feeling an increasing rush of sparks go up his spine from Sam's cock as it pushed, ever faster, ever deeper. He stopped and leaned down again, and Sam turned to him and their mouths, their tongues met, and he could taste Tomas, whose cock began to join their kisses, moving in between their lips, and they both kisses his cock as it slid between them, hard and slick. Sam pushed himself harder, pushed himself up and farther into Mark as Tomas pushed himself harder, across their lips, the head of his cock meeting both of them, as he gasped and gulped, saying softly "fuck, fuck, fuck" and a little whimper came from him, and Sam's hips began to jam into Mark almost wildly, Mark just grunted into Sam's mouth as Tomas cock slid a little faster between them. They found they were looking directly at each other, their eyes a bit wild, but somehow steady, and Sam almost pushed Mark off him his hips were moving so fast and Mark took him in feeing his own cock almost burnished with intensity.
Above them, Tomas began to moan a bit louder, and his cock began to slide a bit faster and his voice began to rise in pitch and Sam and Mark kept their lips on his cock as it slid between their mouths, Sam still managing to keep his rhythm going, as Tomas, with a final cry, unleashed himself with a push forward, gushing long streams from the end, which they tried to take in with their tongues, sharing the saltiness, the sticky savour.
Mark leaned back, his shoulders aching, his hips continuing to pump against Sam's thrusts. He could feel himself beginning to blaze from the centre of himself and he looked down at Sam whose breathing was increasingly ragged, gasping and Tomas leaned down and swallowed Mark, all the way to the base of his throat which ignited the little blaze in his loins into an explosion, and threw his head back and he began to explode into Tomas' mouth with a cry, and Sam, watching hungrily, jammed his hips up into Mark, frozen in what looked like almost pain and moaned long and low, as Mark could feel the warmth pouring into him.
The fires in Mark subsided, as Tomas leaned back, licking his lips, laughing softly.
"Wow. That was intense!"
Sam lay under Mark, breathing heavily. Mark leaned down slowly, pulling Sam's length from him until he was laying on Sam, chest to chest, and they kissed slowly, gazing at each other.
Sam pushed him gently back. "Are you all right?"
"I'm just fine. A little sticky..." and Sam's smile grew broader.
"Good. Me too." He looked over at Tomas who was watching them, leaning back on his hands. "You ok?"
Tomas grinned and shook his head. "Yeah, it's all good." He cleared his throat. "You two are something else, you know that?"
Mark looked down at Sam and shrugged, reaching to his forehead and brushed some hair out of his eyes. "I agree..." and kissed him softly.
They lay entwined on the futon, and Tomas lay down next to Sam and curled himself around his side. Mark drifted into a light sleep, feeling Sam's chest rise and fall in a regular even rhythm.
The room was dark, and the sounds of the party were gone. Mark opened his eyes and in the dim light he could see Sam's face beside him, his mouth, his regular breaths. He sat up and looked around, not seeing very much. He was aware of another form beside Sam -- Tomas -- he realized. His back was to them, broad and smooth. The room was hot, and smelled of...sex, he realized.
He heard Sam's whispered voice, "You're awake."
"Do you want to go?"
"Yeah...let's get out of here."
They rose carefully, finding their clothes strewn around, tiptoeing so as not to wake Tomas. Just before they left the room, Mark leaned down and kissed Tomas' cheek very gently, then they quietly left the room, closing the door behind them.
On the street they walked in the seemingly new air that smelled of spring, hand in hand, not saying anything. For a while they just walked until Mark said quietly,
"That was fun...wasn't it?"
Sam laughed. "It sure was. I'm glad you were into it...I worried at one point that you were just doing it because I was into it."
"Well we're even. When we were going up the stairs to his room, I wondered the same thing." He leaned over and kissed Sam on the cheek. "I never thought I would do something like that...or at least I did in my dreams."
"You have amazing dreams. I did't think I even wanted something like that until it was obvious that it could happen...then I was all about it. But I only felt that way because I was finally sure you felt the same way," and he stopped walking and turned to him, looking serious. "Do we need to have a discussion...about...well, open or not open?"
Mark felt a little stab of anxiety, as if something was about to happen that he would have no choice but to accept. He caught the anxiety, took a deep breath and just looked at Sam's face, which calmed him. "Uh...what we did tonight was very cool. I can see doing that again some time. But..." and he stopped, afraid to say more.
"But you don't want..."
"Shit. I feel a bit weird saying this, but no. I don't want us to be open otherwise. I want this to be just us. We can play with people like Tomas, but...is that ok?"
Sam looked at him, his smile growing and he reached for Mark's cheek and just held it in his hand. "That's a relief...I want the same thing. I know it isn't fashionable and I don't think it's wrong, but I don't want to...uh...share you."
Mark's body unclenched and he just leaned forward and wrapped his arms around him, fitting his chin into his shoulder, inhaling his spicy aftershave and his musky after-sex smell. They stood like this for a few minutes, then, with a quick kiss, kept walking.
"You know if Rob was here, he would probably interrogate us about being safe, being responsible, blah blah blah."
Mark thought a moment. "That's why he and James are perfect for each other. I can hear James giving us some political harangue about not conforming to the forces of whatever..." and he laughed and threw his head back and looked at the stars that were appearing through the spring mist.
Sam wrapped his arm around Mark's shoulders and looked up as well, into a blizzard of stars that radiated above them, and he said,
"What a fantastic night."