Somewhere I Have Never Travelled 14, Part 2
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Lying entwined on the sofa, they watched Rob and James curled together on the carpet in front of the fire. Sam looked at Mark whose eyes were half closed, the pulses of music or sensation running through his body making his hips move almost involuntarily against Mark, their hardnesses sliding together, the music all around them. He heard Mark's voice.
"I wonder if we should have seen that... it was so...beautiful."
His head vibrating to the music and to the pulse coming from his groin to his lips and kissed Mark slowly. "They are beautiful. We are beautiful. Did it bother you that I was watching...my brother?"
Mark just looked at him, eyes wide and dark. He reached down and held Sam's cock, slowly rubbing the end, feeling the slickness. Sam could feel almost nothing else. "No. It feels somehow right, like you were giving him something, and he...well I suppose he gave something to you."
Sam found himself sliding down to Mark, kissing his belly, licking around his cock, exploring his balls, licking the hardness at the base, then kissing it all the way up to top where streams had been pouring out, and he took it all in, feeling as if it were a spring fed by music, salty and warm.
Mark pulled him off and brought him up to kiss him. Sam didn't want to stop taking his juices in, but couldn't think how to say it, but Mark was reaching for the lube, slicking up his cock, then squeezing some out and rubbing it into his asshole, slowly and, it seemed, in time to the music. He was aware on some level that his brother and James were still, but he became more aware of being on his back, his ass exposed, and Mark was there, his cock was there, Mark was always there and he reached forward and kissed him as Mark's cock went in smoothly, and they kissed, then Sam leaned back "You are always there, I always want you to be there," and they kissed again, Mark beginning to move in and out, and Sam wondered if this could be music, if this could be life, or was it just the MDMA, but it all didn't matter, and he closed his eyes and felt Mark's thrusts, felt his mouth on his, his tongue with him.
He opened his eyes and saw above him Rob, looking down at him. He was smiling as he leaned down and gently took him in his mouth, just for a moment. Then out. He leaned over and kissed Mark as he continued pushing himself into Sam, then he was gone, as if he was never there, and he heard footsteps as if from a hundred kilometres away going up the stairs. He looked into Mark's face and they smiled at each other, as Mark continued his gentle pushing and he reached for his cock and began to slide his fist up and down, along with the music, along with life, it seemed.
They kept this going for...ever? This quiet rocking that ever so slowly sped up, and he could see sweat on Mark's brow, see sweat on his chest. He looked down at his cock in Mark's fist, streaming clearness, and the music was there too, in his dick, in their eyes and he gasped suddenly, a wave of pleasure seemingly out of nowhere sped over his skin and he came in jets all over his chest, and face as Mark drove even harder and faster, all of a sudden, as if the music had changed and they both became frantic, as Mark's hips seemed to move at supersonic speed, driving into him harder, and his whole body jerked with each thrust as Mark began to whimper at the back of his throat, a little sound that began to gain strength and he inhaled deeply a few more times, as if drowning and then in a flame like a sudden explosion, gave a final thrust and a guttural cry and Sam felt the pulses of him deep within, could almost see Mark's cock erupting and he realized he was erupting again, less intensely, but adding to the pool that was already on his chest.
Mark finally stopped and just looked down at him, breathing deeply. He leaned in and kissed him very softly and said "That was for my love of you."
"I know. But you are so stoned...but I love that you said it that way."
Mark smiled even more broadly. "I feel so...I don't even know. And you're covering in cum."
"It's true." He looked down at his chest and drew two fingers through his own cum and brought it to his mouth. Mark leaned down and licked some of it, then said "We need a towel, I think."
"I think you're right."
He looked over the room which was quiet and the fire was lower, the music over. "I guess the boys went upstairs." He looked at Mark suddenly. "You don't mind that...well, that Rob...you know."
"No. I feel like you two were acknowledging something about your history. It made sense to me..."
"I'm glad. That is how it felt." He looked into Mark's eyes for a moment without saying anything.
"We might want to get married someday. Don't you think?"
"Jeez. This is not the time to talk about that..."
"I know. Maybe it's the drugs talking. Maybe we don't even need to do that. Who knows."
He looked down and realized that Mark was still inside him, not soft, and that he wasn't soft either, despite pouring himself out on to his chest.
"Should we...?"
But Mark was already pulling out of him, with a slick little sound and pulling himself up so he straddled him, his cock slipping right in, and Mark smiled at him, beginning to pump himself up and down, his own cock rigid. He looked at Sam for a moment. "I don't even think I can cum, but it still feels amazing."
Sam pushed a little harder. "Yeah, who knows....but it sure feels good." He continued to push, almost gently. They stayed like this for a while, then Mark got off him and stood up. "Let's go to bed."
The day was bright, and Sam knew they had slept away the morning. Mark was on his back, the sheet pulled off him revealing his chest. He watched him sleep for a while, before getting out of bed and drawing the curtains so the room was dim. He found his old dressing gown and went downstairs where Rob sitting on the sofa with a mug.
"You want coffee?"
"I want a new head. But coffee will do."
Rob laughed. "Mark asleep?"
"He'll totally out."
"So is James."
There was silence for a minute as Sam poured coffee and put several spoons of sugar in it. He came and sat beside Rob. The mid-day light was pouring through the window, illuminating specks of dust that floated around them like spirits. Sam looked over at him.
"That was...intense last night. Are you all right?"
Rob looked at him, then smiled. "Yeah. It was, but it felt...right. Don't you think? Right for us, anyway."
"I think so too. Mark seems to get it, I don't think he's fussed."
"He's a good guy. He loves you to pieces."
"Well, it's mutual. What about you and James?"
"Oh, we're getting there. We had the open/not open conversation which wasn't really even that, it was just obvious. He likes to play and I sometimes like to play, and we're both cool with that."
"I'm glad." Sam sipped his coffee and winced. "Fuck that's nasty. But I think the caffeine will clear out the cobwebs."
He lay his head against Rob's shoulder.
"Do you think our parents know how shitty it was for us? You know, when things were really bad."
Sam could see him thinking how to respond. "I don't know. They must. Or at least I think mom knows. She sort of apologized a few years ago to me. I'm surprised she didn't do the same to you."
"Nope. But I'm glad she said something."
They sat for a while longer, then Sam got up, feeling a little clearer. "I'm going to see if Mark is alive."
He tousled Rob's hair and turned to the stairs.
Mark was still asleep and had thrown the sheet completely off so it was just covering his feet. He was lying on his back still and his cock was hard, but he was snoring.
With a little laugh, Sam got on the bed and began to suck him very slowly, tasting lube and last night on him. He used one hand to jack him at the same time, and Mark began to moan, then woke up, his eyes fluttering a little. "What...where..." and he looked down at Sam. "I'm barely awake...ohhhh...never mind...this is a good way to wake up."
Sam made it quick and his pumping insistent and Mark soon exploded in his mouth, which Sam swallowed, making the coffee taste disappear. He looked up and smiled. "You taste good in the morning."
"I hope so. How is everyone?"
"Only Rob is awake. He made coffee."
"Thank god!" He stopped for moment, looking intently at him. "Is he...ok? I mean things got...intimate last night."
"Yeah, he's ok. Rob and I...understand each other. We have that history, which is kinda painful when I think about it now, even though we found some sort of comfort in each other. Our parents were really nasty back then. I guess I never told you that. They went to therapy, got clean and did some hard work which I totally respect. But they would fight and drink and fight some more...they never did anything to us, but still...we just found a way to comfort each other, I guess, and it worked, and it brought us way close. It still feels that way...but we don't need to comfort each other any more. I hope you believe that."
Mark looked at him a moment. He seemed to be considering how to answer. "I never for a minute thought that you still need that from each other. You two have a...I don't know...primal bond that will always be there. I respect that. I love Rob, really. I know I hurt him by being totally all about you...which I wouldn't change, by the way...so I'm glad he has found someone. Or at least it looks that way?"
"Yeah, I think he has. They've got to work out some things. Or at least I think James does. But Rob seems optimistic."
"That's cool. I'm glad." He yawned and stretched his arms up above him. "Let's go make breakfast. I get the feeling those two aren't so good in the domestic department."
"Yeah, I think they would starve before learning how to boil an egg."
They spent the afternoon lying around, listening to quiet music. It had begun to rain and the fire helped dispel the last of the previous evening's exertions, and the damp of the spring. They had a quiet dinner and a long sleep.
On the ride home, Sam was driving and Mark sat, staring out at the passing trees, then farms. He looked behind and James head was in Rob's lap and they were both sound asleep, their mouths a little open.
"What you said the other night...in the middle of it all...were you serious?"
Sam looked at him a moment, trying to remember. "Oh...right." He turned back to the road. "Yeah. In the sober light of day it still feels like a good idea. I don't mean like tomorrow, or anything. We should feel more settled, finish school, get some kind of reasonable job...but then," and he took Mark's hand "I will totally marry you. Is that cool?"
Mark smiled, blushing a little. "That's cool. If you weren't driving, I would totally suck you off right now."
"You dirty boy...I wish you could as well, but these roads are too curvy. Maybe later..." and he smiled at him, a little wickedly. "Or we can wait until we get home."
"Maybe we can see what Tomas is up to..."
"If I didn't know you I might get a bit jealous."
Mark blushed again. "You know I only do it because you're there."
"I know. But it's a good idea."
They were silent for a while. They heard a voice from the back. "You two are into him, aren't you?"
Mark looked back at Rob. "Yeah, sometimes. Just for special occasions."
"There is one?"
"Well, Sam and I were just talking about marriage, if you can believe it."
"I see. My brother is bending to the forces of the straight world."
"Fuck you!"
"It's fine. I'm just giving you a hard time. James and I were just saying other day how amazing you two are. Or course you should get married, you're going to make everyone else's relationships look like a sham."
Mark's blush grew deeper. "Thanks, Rob. That's very sweet."
"Just don't expect a toaster or anything. Maybe some sex toys..."
Sam laughed. "Whatever dude." But he smiled his smile for a long time, and Mark basked in the light of it, feeling light himself.