Somewhere I Have Never Travelled 13
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There was a banging coming from the hallway, then loud footsteps coming down the hall, followed by more, then voices, right outside their door, loud and drunken. Someone was laughing.
Mark looked over at the clock, raising his head then sinking back on the the pillow with a sigh. "The guys are goofing around again...what fucking time is it." Sam's voice came from under a pillow.
"Three-thirty. I have to get up in the morning and study...that's going to be fun."
"Idiots!" Sam's head appeared from under the pillow, and in the dim light, Mark could see him glaring at the door to their room. He took a heavy breath, then nestled his head in his shoulder, his nose against his neck. "You always smell nice."
Mark caressed his back in slow circles, trying to get back to sleep.
Sleep deprived, he sat at his desk, trying to work out what Dickens was on about regarding Great Expectations. Why had he taken a whole class on Dickens, he thought. Masochism? He kept typing and was intent on his computer when Sam came back in from the gym. He turned and admired his wet head.
"I was thinking...I know it's a shock...but I was thinking about our noisy neighbours and trying to sleep. Our loudest sex can't compete with those drunken jerks...so what if we, like, get an apartment?"
Mark's eyes widened, startled. "You mean together?"
"Of course together. Somewhere not too far from campus."
"Wow. For some reason it almost feels like a marriage proposal."
"What? Oh. I see you what you mean. I guess...yeah, sorry. What do you think?"
"For one, I know you don't mean marriage...but if you're asking to live together -- like together -- then I'm in. I suppose it's pretty simple...at least for me."
"Right," and he pulled Mark from the chair on to the bed and they both lay down, face to face. "Mark McSweeny, would you do me the honour of sharing an apartment with me? And a bed. Maybe a cat?"
"I definitely will," and they kissed. Something about what they had just decided cause him to feel a bit light-headed. The simplicity of it. He found himself reaching down Sam's chest to his jeans, then inside his jeans, rubbing his growing bulge through his underwear. Sam just watched him, smiling. He leaned down and undid his pants and pushed them down, followed by his blue boxers. He held Sam's cock, his thumb rubbing the head which began to get slippery. He moved toward Sam's face and gave him a little kiss, then slid back down so his mouth was able to take Sam in, sucking, then licking, jacking him a little with one hand, taking him down to the root, almost down his throat as Sam moaned. "I feel like cumming down your throat..." and his voice was soft.
Mark kept going, alternately sucking the end, tasting him as he flowed into his mouth, then engulfing his length deeper, his head bobbing, his other hand grabbing his balls, exploring his ass, and Sam's hands found their way to Mark's head, pushing him down in a rhythm they were were familiar with. Mark had a flash of memory of them on the sofa in Quebec, and own cock became even harder in his pants as he ground himself into the bed, not taking Sam from his mouth, taking him deeper, then pulling back and jacking him steadily while exploring the end of his dick with his tongue. Sam seemed almost to have stopped breathing, and just pumped his hips, pushed his head down a little more firmly, as he said "I want to give you all of it" and suddenly he came in bright bursts into Mark's mouth, gasping and he let it pool on his tongue before swallowing, his hips pushing further into the bed, swallowing even more until there was just a few drops.
Sam pulled himself out of Mark's mouth, and turned and flipped him over, undoing his pants. "My turn," and he yanked Mark's pants down, got underneath him and pushed his cock deep in his mouth. Mark started to force himself deep in Sam's throat, almost breathless, and he felt his body start to empty itself into Sam, inhaling sharply with each pulse of his dick as it shot. Sam just moaned and swallowed, caressing his ass and pushing so Mark was as deep as he could go, and he could feel a few more drops slide down his throat.
Mark sat up so he was looking down at Sam's face, his cock slick and still streaming a little. Sam reached up with his hand and caught it as it dripped off his dick. He brought it to Mark's mouth who licked it off.
Sam grinned up at him. "I guess we sealed the deal."
Mark just leaned down and kissed him.
They found a little place several blocks from campus on the second floor of a house. It was on a shady street, and now that spring was in full force, Mark could see how cool and quiet it would be. The churning of his stomach made him realize he was anxious about this move, about them throwing their lives together. Even though they were together in residence, it felt temporary or artificial. There was a part of him, deeper down, that worried that the gloom of life with his father would somehow be repeated.
He sat in the Perking Lot with James one afternoon, a few days before the move. One of his legs was jumping up and down until James reached under the table and stopped it by holding his knee.
"You're kinda jumpy about this."
"Yeah. It feels way too significant...that's stupid...I mean it is significant, but I don't want to screw it up."
"What does Sam say?"
"Oh, you know him. He's all serene and excited. Which is lovely, don't get me wrong, but I wish sometimes he would get angsty about something...anything!"
James smiled. "His brother is a bit like that, but I think Rob gets more worked up than Sam does."
"How are things going with him these days?"
James looked uncomfortable. "I don't know. I mean, I really don't. We get along well, we have great sex...I mean great...but..."
"But...you don't know what to do with all these nice feelings?" Mark smiled at him.
With a rueful smile back, he said "Yeah. I suppose. I mean I'm not used to finding myself wanting to just hang around with him, like we're married or something."
"Right. Because hanging around with someone who you like is so...well it's awful really, isn't it?"
"I know. It sounds dumb. You and Sam make it all seem so simple. Part of me judges you a bit...if you don't mind me saying."
"No, I get it."
"Are you coming to Quebec at the end of term?"
"Yeah, I suppose. What's it like there?"
Mark thought for a moment about entwining with Sam in the little bed, listening to the winter blast the window. "It's really nice."
"So think of that when you get to your new place. You and Sam can do whatever you want and there will be no drunken lunatics running around -- unless it's you of course."
"I know. I'm just not used to expecting things to work out, I guess. I should believe it by now."
"I get it," and he reached across the table and took Mark's hand and then said "You and I, weirdly, are pretty similar. We just deal with it in different ways."
Mark felt moved by the admission, not being used to James being vulnerable and he smiled and gripped his hand a little more firmly. "Yeah, I guess we are."
Matteo and James helped them move in a grubby van that Sam rented. It didn't take them long, since they hardly had anything to move, although they invested in a bed. Once all the boxes were in, the second-hand sofa in place, the bed put together, Matteo stopped and sipped the beer that Sam handed him. "You guys need a few things...like a table maybe? Some lamps?"
Mark laughed, a bit nervously, since he was looking around feeling the place was barely habitable.
"Yeah, I suppose we do. I guess we'll be checking out the thrift stores pretty soon."
James threw himself on the sofa. "Are you going to have a we-just-moved-in-together party?"
Sam beamed at him. "Absolutely. I guess we need to buy some glasses, and...dishes...and...maybe a few chairs. Shit. I thought we were done."
Matteo drained his beer. "Well let's get going. Let the straight guy in the crowd take over..."
The party wasn't very large, just a few friends from residence, Matteo's partner, some guys from the floor below them and Tomas and his housemates. Before everyone got there, he and Sam sat on the sofa, resting from trying to put everything in order.
"So Tomas...are we hoping for a repeat...?"
Sam leaned into him, rubbing his crotch playfully "If you're into it, I would be all about it."
"Oh, I'm into it. Just remember: condoms. But yeah, I think it would be fun and a good way to mark our...what are we calling this?"
"Our semi-betrothal? Our quasi-engagement? I dunno. Shacking up party?"
"Something like that." He reached over and tousled Sam's hair. There was a knock at the door, and people started to arrive.
It was a small, almost quiet gathering, but Mark felt comfortable and not too self-conscious about the fact that it was their place, not some anonymous residence room. They talked with everyone, listened to music and shared stories about the residence that they toasted seeing the last of. Sam provided pot for everyone, and there was a haze of smoke in the apartment.
Tomas laughed as he coughed on the pipe that Sam handed him. "It's good you don't have a cat, or it would be stoned as well."
Besides Tomas, James was the last to leave, saying he was off to another party. He kissed the boys, shook Tomas' hand, and shut the door quietly, with a grin.
Mark was sitting close to Tomas, and began rubbing his leg idly. "I'm glad you wanted to stay."
"Thanks for the invite," and he turned to Mark, leaning in and kissing his neck. Mark sighed. Sam watched them intently, still puffing on his pipe. Mark leaned back and let Tomas take his shirt off and begin sucking his nipples, then undoing his pants. Mark opened his eyes and looked at Sam who was sitting across from them, rubbing his cock through his pants. Tomas pulled his own shirt off, then stepped out of his pants, his underwear and threw his socks across the room. He turned to Sam. "Get over here. I want to suck you both."
Sam put his pipe down, stood up and came over, standing in front of him, undoing his pants and pulling them down. Mark stood up so he was beside Sam and kicked his pants completely off and the two of them stood there naked in front of Tomas, who took their cocks in his hands, rubbing them, then rubbing them together. He leaned over to Sam, and their mouths met in a deep, wet kiss, tongues exploring.
Tomas brought both of their cocks to his mouth, alternating sucking the heads, tastings their saltiness, which made them slide together as he jammed both cocks as much as he could in his mouth. Mark reached with one hand to Sam's ass and began to explore his hole with his fingers.
With Sam's length down his throat, Tomas began to jack himself slowly, the sounds of his stickiness mixed with the sounds of his mouth on Sam. He switched to Mark and just sucked the end of his dick, tasting his precum, and Mark could smell the musky scent of all three of them in the air.
Tomas came off Mark's cock and looked up at the two of them. "You guys are really beautiful. I want to fuck one of you."
Mark felt a little stab of anxiety before answering. "Me." He looked at Sam, who said "Yeah, do it. I want to see it. But only if I get to finish in you."
Mark looked at Tomas. "Ok?"
"Fuck yeah."
Mark slipped his cock from Tomas mouth and went to the bedroom and found their stash of condoms that they had yet to use and lube, and walked back, his cock still aching and rigid. Tomas took the condom, then Sam said, "No, let me," and he took it from Tomas, unrolled it a little then slid it over Tomas hardness, giving it a little kiss when he was done. Then he took the lube from Tomas, squeezing some into his hand and began to smear it on Mark, pressing some of it into his hole, exploring with his fingers a little deeper and Mark leaned back with a little gasp.
Tomas pulled him by the waist so he sat down over his rigid prick, encased in the condom. Mark pushed himself onto it and, to his amazement and with a low sound, he took it all in. He looked at Sam who was now standing in front of him, slowly running his hand up and down his own hardness, bringing his fist to his mouth to lick the clear fluid that gathered on his forefinger.
Tomas moaned and began to thrust his hips up as Mark took Sam down his throat. He felt light-headed, and almost dizzy with a storm of feelings in him, in his throat, in his ass, in his own cock which he just held in his hand.
He began to push back as Tomas thrust up and they joined in a nice rhythm, as Sam's cock slid in and out of his mouth, and Tomas grew more insistent, as Mark grew hungrier on Sam, taking him deeper, and faster, as Tomas began to push up harder, and Mark grunted into Sam's cock, as Tomas held his hips, pushing even deeper, his ass coming off the sofa with each thrust. "I'm getting close you guys."
Sam watched him intently, as his cock throbbed in Mark's mouth, an almost primal noise coming from his throat that vibrated Sam's cock in his mouth. Tomas pumping became a little uneven and sloppy as his breath came in sharp bursts and pushed and pushed into Mark, who came off Sam's cock and just looked up at him, his mouth open, as he felt Tomas begin to shudder, and the speed of his thrusts became even faster as he almost yelled out his orgasm, taking three more heaves into Mark, then sank into the sofa. Sam turned Mark around and pushed him to the floor, onto his back, so he could jam his cock where Tomas had been, and he began to pummel him, leaning down to kiss him wildly, and in a few strokes was there, right at the heart of him, filling him as Mark threw his head back and came in hot jets all over his neck and his chin, an almost inaudible moan coming out of his mouth.
Cum was dripping off his chin and Sam, subsiding, relaxing, still deep within him, leaned forward and licked his chin clean, lapped up the saltiness from his neck, then stopped and just looked down at Mark, smiling softly, then moved in and kissed him, almost chastely. They just stared at each other, forgetting Tomas, until Sam leaned back and saw him sitting on their sofa. He had an almost wistful look, still wearing the condom, his arms out to the sides on the back of the sofa.
Sam stood up and went over to him, his hands on his cock, sliding the condom off. He put it on the floor, then leaned down and sucked Tomas for a moment, tasting Mark. He looked up into the brown eyes. "Thanks for that. For sharing that with us."
"My pleasure. It's so amazing to watch you two...you're like...one person almost."
Sam smiled at him, then down at Mark who was still lying, breathing heavily, his eyes closed. He finally looked up at them. "You want to stay over?" but even as he said the words he knew what the real answer was.
"Nah. Thanks. Another time, definitely. You two need to enjoy your first night here on your own." He stood up and stretched, looking for his clothes. Sam just watched him as Mark came onto the sofa and lay down, his head in Sam's lap who began stroking his hair slowly. They watched Tomas dress, then with a kiss for each of them, he left, closing the door slowly behind him.
Mark looked up at Sam and smiled. "That was so much fun. I think we've found a good friend...at least until he finds a boyfriend, that is."
"Yeah, he's a good guy." Sam lay back for a second, his eyes closed. Mark just watched him.
"I can't wait to go the Quebec...that will be fun. I think James is coming."
Sam opened his eyes. "Rob told me. I'm almost afraid to say it, but those two might be getting serious?"
"I think so too. We'll see. Let's go to bed, I'm beat."
They turned out the lights and crawled into their new bed, under their new sheets and new blanket. It smelled of sex and clean sheets at the same time. Mark laughed softly. "What..."
Mark enclosed Sam in his arms, nestling himself against him. "I'm just feeling really good right now." And he kissed Sam's neck.