Somewhere I Have Never Travelled

Somewhere I Have Never Travelled 14, Part 1

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They got to the cabin very late, Sam driving them down the lane, the lights catching the trees, the eyes of animals running from them, then they saw the cabin. Rob opened the back door, untangling himself from James' arms and stood, looking up at the stars, and breathing deeply the cool, clean air. There was no sound at all and the woods around were still.

He turned to the others who were slowly getting out of the car, stretching and yawning. "This is my favourite time of year to be here."

Sam was the first to get out and he stood beside him, his arm around his shoulder. "Nice. We are so lucky."

Rob looked at him, a stab of nostalgia hitting him, remembering summers both magical and awful, before their parents cleaned themselves up.

"In so many ways." He leaned over and kissed the side of Sam's head, then turned to the trunk of the car where all their gear was.

It was so late that they just had a quick glass of water, and headed to bed. Sam and Mark were in the big bedroom at the front, and Rob and James were in a smaller room at the back of the second floor, against the forest edge, that Rob had always slept in as a child.

Rob settled into the bed, watching James, who was standing at the window as if he could see something in the dark night. "Come to bed. You must be exhausted."

"I feel restless."

"Let me give you a massage."

James turned to him, grinning.

"Just a massage?"

"Well...at least."

James jumped on bed and pulled off his shirt, then his pants. He lay on his stomach and looked over at Rob expectantly. "I'm ready."

Rob laughed a little and got up, straddling James legs and begun run his hands down his back, kneading his skin in a gentle rhythm. James sighed with pleasure. "That's really nice."

"I'm glad." He continued to work his shoulders, and his neck, alternating between smoothing the skin, then digging in to the muscles. James was quiet and Rob realized he was getting hard in his pants, so he undid them and pulled them down a little, revealing his cock. He leaned down to James and whispered in his ear. "Maybe this is the part where I do more..."

James did not respond, and as he lay on him, his hardness pressing into his ass through his briefs, he realized James was asleep. Smiling, he pulled the sheet and blanket over him and tucked himself in, pulling James to him and wrapping his arms around his chest. The cabin was still, and the only sound was a night bird he could never remember the name of that called in the distance. He slipped into a dream...

Rob woke suddenly, not sure where he was. He could feel cool air on his skin, then, awareness becoming clearer, he could feel a mouth on his cock and hands caressing his nipples. He moaned softly and began to massage James' head as it bobbed on him.

"I thought you were tired."

James continued to suck, but he could barely see him, so he leaned to one side and turned on the lamp by the bed. "I want to see you work."

He looked up at Rob, and then began to lick his balls, taking them into his mouth, slowly sliding a hand up and down his cock. Rob grunted, then pulled James off him, pulling him up so he was on his knees in front of him. "That's what I want to see." He pulled him forward so his length went right into his mouth, as he slid back so his head was against the headboard of the bed. James began to push into him slowly, just looking down, a half smile on his face.

"You want me to cum in your mouth?"

Rob just looked up at him and began to fist his own cock that was aching behind James, who began to push a little harder, getting his hips involved, and he threw his head back and gasped as Rob's tongue began to flutter at the head. James then looked behind him at Rob as he worked himself. "I changed my mind."

He moved back and began to lower himself on to Rob, his cock sliding in slowly, and stickily. Rob grunted and grabbed James' cock in his fist, pumping, as James moved his body up and down. Rob felt him open more and more and let him in, his cock lubricating them, letting him slide faster and faster as he continued to jack James' cock slowly, gently. James looked down at him, smiling, and began to move even faster and Rob began to push his hips up to meet him, as James' cock grew slippery and he could feel stickiness coming from the head which he massaged into his cock. Rob's breath grew ragged and his thrusts more wild as James began to moan low in his throat, his cock hard in Rob's hand. James reached down and grabbed one of his nipples, hard, and twisted it, causing him to almost cry out and then, without warning, explode inside James, and his mouth opened and he saw stars. James lifted off his cock, which was still streaming cum, and moved forward to jam his cock in Rob's mouth, pushing and with a harsh sound, began to pump cum in short blasts that Rob swallowed hungrily, with a little growl.

James looked back at Rob, turning, then leaned down and took his length in, tasting the last of his cum that still seeped from the end. He sat up again, and smiled at Rob who saw in him something warm and calm behind his smile, as if this moment had soothed something in him. He reached out and pulled James down on top of him, their cocks sliding together, their mouths meeting in a few, lazy kisses.

"I like it when you...swallow me. I feel like I'm not the only one with a bit of an obsession."

Rob chuckled and kissed him. "Yeah, I'm learning to like it, at least with you."

He tucked his head into the pillow, his forehead against Rob's ear. "I'm glad."

Sleep came quickly, and the last thing Rob was aware of was James hand curled around his cock, as if he was holding on.

After a breakfast that Mark cooked, and lots of coffee, Sam lit a fire to take the spring chill off the house, and he and James sat outside on a rock, watching the forest below them, the clear sky above. They sat without talking, their hands entwined.

"Let's go for a walk."

"Where?"

"There's a path along the ridge...I haven't been on it for years. Let's go."

Rob had trouble remembering where the path was, but eventually found it. It ran right along the edge of the ridge, sometimes surrounded by trees, sometimes bare. They walked in the sun, chatting, holding hands. The path led to a peak that overlooked a river. Up above they saw a bird of prey making long circles. The wind had picked up and a warm, evergreen smell was everywhere.

James sat on a dead tree, taking a drink from their water bottle.

"I'm not used to so much nature." He looked off across the valley. "But I could get used to it."

"We can come here whenever you want."

"That's good. Thanks...I mean, really. Thanks for all this."

"My pleasure."

Rob looked away for a moment, wanting to say more, but not sure how. He swallowed.

"James, I need to say this even though I'm worried you're going to judge me, or something..."

"Why would I judge you?"

"Well...what if I said...no...I need to say that I love you, but I worry I'm not supposed to say that, like...you'll feel oppressed or something."

James was silent for a moment, looking down at the mossy ground. He looked up.

"I don't know what to say, to tell you the truth." He looked uncomfortable.

"I can tell I was right. I can see it in your face."

"Fuck, Rob. Don't presume to know what I'm thinking."

He was a little shocked at the heat in the words.

"Sorry..."

"No, don't be. I'm just...I don't know. I feel obligated, or something. Like I have to answer."

"Well you don't."

"Yeah, well. I kinda do. It's only fair." He sighed, and watched a bird rustling in last year's leaves. He looked at Rob.

"So it's complicated for me. I love you too, as much as part of me wants to deny it. But I'm afraid. I'm scared you're going to ask too much of me and that I won't be able to give it to you..."

"Like what?"

"Like you'll want to be all exclusive or possessive. Sexually, I mean."

"Why do you think that?"

"It's kind of obvious, isn't it?"

Rob realized he was shocked that James' thought this. "You know, I may not be hooking up all that often, but I do like it from time to time. And I've been in open relationships before..."

"Yeah, but did you really want it?"

"Ok, now it's my turn to be pissed. Don't assume that I'm some kind of innocent, or some delicate creature that has to be protected from the truth, or whatever."

"Ok, ok. Sorry. I guess I feel like I'm some kind of slut and you are the "good one"."

"Wow. I'm not good, any more than anyone else."

"So you would be cool if...well, if we decided to try a relationship...you would be cool if we were open?"

"Of course. That's what I'm trying to say."

James looked almost surprised, he realized. "Even with your brother and Mark and all their coziness and purity?"

"Oh, they aren't that pure. You were the one telling me about Tomas...they look pure, but..."

"Yeah, I suppose." He looked up at the treetops that were swaying in the wind, then back at Rob. "Ok, I'm in."

"In...oh. You mean you want to try...to be a couple?"

"That sounds rather clinical. I'm not that much of a curmudgeon."

"Fine. James, will you be my boyfriend?" and he laughed. James' smile grew wider.

"Yes. I will."

They leaned into each other and kissed. "To mark the occasion...indulge me here..."

He knelt down in front of Rob and began to undo his pants, yanking them down with his underwear. His cock was already hard, he realized, as if this conversation had turned him on, which it had, and as James began to take him down his throat, he moaned then said "Fuck, you know how to celebrate." He pushed James' head deeper onto him, and be began to push a little harder into his mouth. James reached down and began to jack himself as he sucked on the end of Rob, his tongue tickling the underside of his cock. He jacked a little faster began stroking his own hardness in time with Rob's hips. He lifted off Rob's cock for a moment, who leaned down and kissed him softly. He leaned back and continued sliding his hand on his cock, gasping a little.

James looked up at him, his tongue out at the end of Rob, licking the juice that formed at the head, still slowly, almost contemplatively jacking himself, as Rob smiled and a little breathlessly, began to cum with sharp grunts into James mouth. When Rob orgasm slowed, he stood up and kissed him, and they shared the saltiness. James laughed as he came in rabid spurts on Rob's leg, which he bent down and licked off, but still leaving a dark patch on his jeans.

"I wasn't expecting that..."

James kissed him. "It's more fun when it's a surprise."

"But I wanted to fuck you..."

"Poor baby. You'll have to wait until later."

He grabbed Rob's softening cock and a last line of cum dripped from it, which he bent down and licked off.

"So it's official."

"I think it is."

They kissed and turned back to the path.

After a complicated dinner that Sam prepared, they sat at the fire with their wine. James cleared his throat and said,

"So I have an after dinner treat."

Rob looked at him, wondering what he was planning. "A treat, huh?"

"Don't worry, Rob. Nothing dangerous." And he pulled a small zip-lock bag out of his pocket in which, when it lay on the coffee table, were four pills.

"Oh, I see..."

"What do you see?"

"MDMA?"

"Good guess."

Sam laughed. "I haven't had that stuff in years!"

Mark looked uncomfortable. "I've never had it." He looked at Sam. "Is it safe?"

"Yeah, it's fine. We'll take care of you." He leaned in and kissed him. "Don't worry."

James had already opened the bag, and gave each of them one pill, which they put in their mouths, taking a swig of wine. Mark shook his head. "What have I done..."

"Don't worry, it takes a while to do anything, so we can just chill."

They resumed their conversation, listening to music, or watching the fire. Sam and Mark were tucked together on the sofa, and Rob was sitting at James' knee at one of the chairs. The fire crackled, but he could feel the stillness around them, it was so quiet it was almost buzzing, and the music seemed really intense...Oh, right...I think I just go there, Rob thought, looking up at James.

James looked down at him and smiled widely. "I think I'm high." And he laughed.

"Me too."

James got off the chair and began to sway to the music a little. Rob stood up and joined him, both of them moving slowly, their hands sliding up and down each other's backs. Their hips slowly coming closer to each other.

He looked over at Mark and Sam who were just watching them, but he could see Mark's hand slowly rubbing the front of Sam's pants. As he watched, the two on the sofa began to kiss in a slow, sleepy way.

His head, he realized, was spinning and his body was buzzing in time with the music, and he and James were moving their hips together in a way that was almost hypnotic. He felt the music -- what was it? -- in his hips, in his groin, in his stomach and he began to kiss James slowly, their tongues seemed to have minds of their own, and he imagined their bodies melting into each other in warm measured pulses of sound. He felt James lifting his shirt, and his hands exploring the stubble on his chest, and he realized his arms were in the air as his shirt came off, James nursing his nipples and massaging his cock through his pants. He looked into the blue of his eyes, then turned to look at the sofa and saw the two still kissing.

James pulled him gently so that he was kneeling on the floor, and he began to undo his own shirt, throwing it aside, then reaching for his pants, and we wondered for a second if they were going to be naked in front of the other two, but the thought didn't stick as he realized his pants were open and his underwear was being pulled off, revealing his hardness, which James began to run his hands over, seemingly in time to the music, which drew them forward, drew him forward, into James mouth and he gasped.

He opened his eyes and there was Sam beside him, smiling. He was just watching James suck him, but rubbing himself through his underwear which was all he was wearing. Mark was on the other side of him, he realized, as a new hand was on his chest, exploring as James took him deeper. Sam slowly drew James' underwear off so that he was naked, his ass seemingly lit by light as Mark rubbed his back, felt his own ass with light touches.

He looked down at James who was still taking him down, his cock deep in his throat, then, without thinking, he pulled him up so they were looking at each other, their cocks wetly sliding between them. He looked up and met Sam's eyes for a moment, and smiled back. Sam looked down at the two cocks, hard and, to Rob, glowing, and leaned close to them, licking them, his brother's and James', just once, then he leaned up and kissed him, something he had never done when they were teenagers, kissed him softly, then stood up, his underwear pushed out by his own hardness. He slide them off, threw them to one side, and extended his hand to Mark who was watching this, his mouth open, who took it and they walked back to the sofa where they sat side by side, hands enclosing each other's cocks.

James leaned in suddenly, it seemed, and kissed him more hungrily, then leaned down and took him in again. Then he came back to his face with a big smile. "I need to get some...what do you call it? Lube..." and he got up, his cock sticking out, and ran for the stairs. The two on the sofa laughed, and continued stroking each other. Rob just watched. Footsteps came down again and James tossed a bottle at Sam, then came over to where Rob was still kneeling, as if frozen. All Rob could see was James's dick inches from his face and he leaned forward and took him in with a deep suck and James gasped, grabbing Rob's head and pumping a few times. The music seemed to get louder as he watched James open the lube and smear it in his ass, then sat down and squeezed some on Rob, which felt cold and his whole body tingled for a moment.

He looked over to the sofa, and Mark had taken Sam in, who lay back on the sofa, his cock deep in Mark's mouth, and he realized gradually that his own cock was now deep in James who was on his back in front of him, his legs spread wide, and he was pumping into him in time to the music, which washed over them in waves, like waves that washed from the tip of him to down his legs and James was gasping in time to everything. He pulled Rob lower and their tongues joined the rhythm of his thrusts and he felt this could go on -- had been going on -- for hours, as he pushed and their tongues were almost raw.

He leaned back and looked at his brother, and saw that they had traded places and Sam was now taking Mark in, lapping the end of his dick, and Mark was moaning in time to the music, and everything was in time to the music, as his thrusts grew harder and James began to moan a bit louder and he swallowed the sound with his mouth, and felt the pressure of his loins in their shared movement and sweat, and he began to feel a possibility start somewhere on the tip of his cock, a possibility that became a three-dimensional sensation that travelled from his centre, to his balls, to his ass, to the floor and it grew and grew until he could almost scream, but couldn't even breathe and James looked into his eyes and they kissed as the possibility became a long stream of ecstasy that entered every nerve of both of them, it seemed, and he froze in mid-kiss as his body emptied itself in James in one enormous rush that was both fast and slow at the same time and he could feel the liquid in James ass smooth his way back down to a gasp, which he finally found in amongst the music and the sweat, and they kissed as if washed onto a shore after a storm.

He collapsed on to him, still sizzling at the end of his cock which was still deep within James, and they kissed again. James pushed him back gently, letting him slip out, then stood in front of him with an intent look on his face and directed his cock to his mouth which he took in, despite wanting to sleep or dance or both, and he felt it hit the back of his throat again, and again, then James gasped and big gobs covered his tongue, and the cock slipped out and more splashes on his chin and his chest, James jacking himself to the last little dribble which feel on his still hard cock.

James collapsed on the floor, pulling Rob with him. They entwined their legs and their arms and he suddenly was aware the fireplace was close and gathering them up in its warmth. They lay for a while, just breathing, the scent of each other everywhere, the slick feeling of their cocks rubbing against each other, and the floor. They just breathed.