Somewhere I Have Never Travelled 16
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Rob smiled to himself after Mark and Sam had left. What a pair. They were so in love and so happy about it. It was almost annoying. He wondered how they would do with the separation, but he also thought that if any couple could manage it, they could.
He wasn't so sure about things with James. As much as he seemed to be into being with him, James was skittish and mercurial. Sometimes warm, sometimes very cold. It was hard to love someone like that. Not because they were unloveable, but because they didn't sit still long enough to receive it. That's what it felt like anyway.
James was coming in to Toronto for dinner, and Rob stood in his kitchen chopping vegetable. Making food was not his strong suit, but he was determined to give it a try. James was amazing in the kitchen and he felt he needed to keep up.
There was a knock at the door, then it opened and Jame walked in. He looked distracted.
"Hey. What's up." He tried to sound cheerful.
"Fucking train. Late again. Sorry."
"No worries. I'm glad to see you." He went and kissed him lightly, giving him a big hug. James melted a little in his arms.
"That feels nice." He nestled his chin in Rob's shoulder.
"I'm glad. It was meant to." He kissed Jame again. "Now back to trying to make dinner. Please don't judge me."
James laughed and surveyed the kitchen. "It seems you need every pot you have...?"
"I know. I couldn't decide."
"Let me help. I can clean up. Just tell me what you need."
They settled into the quiet activity of cooking and cleaning up. Rob realized he was relieved that James seemed to be in a mellow mood. As they worked, Rob would occasionally stroke James shoulder, or his butt, just in passing. It felt nice and relaxed.
Once dinner was done and cleaned up, they settled into the sofa with some wine. James didn't say much.
"What's going on with you?"
"Oh...I don't know." James looked pained.
"Classes? Trains? What it is?"
"Not sure. I go through these periods where I can't sit still. I always have. This is one of them. Is it driving you nuts?"
"I wouldn't say that. But I guess I worry a bit. About you, I mean. What helps?"
James turned and looked at him. "Sex, mostly."
"I see. You make that sound like a bad thing."
"I know, I know. I hope it doesn't seem too...desperate. Or something."
"I'll let you know." Rob sipped his wine for a moment. "And I guess you mean doing new and different things?"
"Yeah. Like that."
"Well, let's strategize. Where would you like to do it? You like things a little...public?"
James looked uncomfortable. "I'm not used to being so...open about this...but yeah, public is really fun. I mean, not that public. But with a risk of being public."
Rob looked at him a moment, thinking. He sipped his wine and idly rubbed his hand up and down James' back. He thought of something.
"What if we go shopping. For clothes. You know, places that have changing rooms?"
James turned to him, surprised. "Gosh. That was fast."
"You're not the only one with an imagination you know."
So they went clothes shopping the next day. Rob actually needed some new jeans, so they wandered around downtown, trying things on, but mostly looking for a change room that was private enough, but not too private, that didn't have cameras and was in a sufficiently busy store that they wouldn't have to worry about noise. It was surprisingly hard to find.
The finally found one in a relatively new store that was quite big, played loud music and had lots of customers. The change room was big enough and there didn't seem to be any sales people watching them all the time.
Finally they found a likely location. They stood in the little room, just listening to the sounds of people outside in the store. Rob was nervous, but also curious. James seemed to be completely calm. It was as if the risk calmed him down. He got on his knees and undid Rob's jeans. They had agreed that if someone became suspicious, they would say he was helping Rob decide on the fit of a pair of jeans. Rob became hard really fast, and James sucked him down with a little moan. Rob felt the danger and understood why it was a turn on, because it was. He put his hands on James's head and drove his cock deeper into his mouth. James took him all the way to the root. He could see him undoing his own pants below him and releasing his own cock, and beginning to jack. Rob had to stifle the sounds he wanted to make and he just looked down and watched his cock going in and out of James' mouth, everything getting all slick.
He was getting close, it was so exciting. He could feel his orgasm rising and he pushed a little harder and at that moment, the door behind them opened and he heard a voice,
"Oh shit...sorry."
James spit his cock out and looked around Rob's legs. "Hey...no worries." There was silence for a moment, then James said, "Care to join?"
How did he do these things? How did he even know this guy would be into it? But he was. Because he came into the change room with them and shut the door, grinning.
Rob decided to play along. "Hey."
They guy undid his pants and releases his dick, which was big and hungry looking. The guy was a good size, with a muscular build. Not really Rob's type, but he felt he couldn't argue at this point. They guy was wearing a pin on his shirt, so he obviously was an employee. James turned to him and took his cock down as much as he could. The guy just stared down at James, pushing his hips forward a bit and opening his pants a bit more. Rob looked at the guy and leaned in, hoping he would respond, which he did. They kissed hungrily, tongues entwined. He tasted of coffee.
James pulled Rob's cock closer and began to work on both of them at the same time, sucking both heads in, rubbing them together, jacking one and sucking the other. It seemed obvious to all three of them they couldn't make this fast, and James said,
"Jerk off for me."
They did, and James positioned the ends of their cocks close to his mouth and just watched them go. Rob knew it wouldn't take long and within a few strokes his dick burst in a long rope of cum that landed on James's tongue. The other guy erupted just after, a gush of it pouring out, some of it landing on the floor, but most of it James caught because he took the guy's cock in his mouth and milked him dry. James leaned back, swallowing, looking satisfied. He licked the last dollop that came from Rob and swallowed.
"Thanks." He said and smiled. The guy didn't say anything and slipped out the door, saying, "Don't hang around much longer."
So they didn't. The pulled up their pants and James wiped his face. In the checkout line, since Rob was still actually buying jeans, chuckling to themselves, and when they reached the street, they were practically doubled over with laughter.
There was a part of Rob, however, that felt strange. Like they were both sixteen or something. He couldn't put his finger on it, but it didn't feel quite right, as exciting and fun as that had been.
When they got back to Rob's place, they sat on the couch and talked about what had happened. James looked at him, almost skeptically.
"Did you really enjoy that?"
"I came, didn't I?"
"Right, but you also came in the park that time, but you said later it wasn't really your thing. Is this any different?"
Rob had forgotten about that. Had things changed for him? Why had he gone along with it this time? He was the one who thought of the scenario. What did that mean?
"I'm not sure," he finally said, "I guess I want to try and be there for you as much as I can...I want you to feel fulfilled."
"But what do you get out of it?"
He was surprised at the question. "I get you, of course. It makes me feel close to you to know that you feel satisfied, and excited and all those good things."
James looked at him for a minute. He smiled at Rob, a smile that grew in warmth. He leaned in and kissed him, then again a little more forcefully. He leaned back and looked him in the eyes again with an expression that was almost surprised.
"I want to fuck you...what do you think about that? This may never happen again, but right now..."
Rob was a bit taken aback. He normally was the top, but with James? Why not? He kissed James, then said,
"Of course...that would be fun."
"What would be more fun is if we did it on the deck."
Rob paused. "Uh...sure...but not until it gets darker. I have limits."
"Ok, ok. Fine."
They decided to make dinner and spent a couple hours watching a mindless movie on television. James was lying with his head in Rob's lap, which felt lovely. It wasn't sexual, and it felt easy and intimate. He realized those moments didn't come that often between them. Rob dozed off and woke up when he felt James opening his jeans. He looked up at him, massaging his cock through his underwear.
Rob finally said, "We're doing this, I guess?"
"You still want to?" And James slid his underwear down and licked his cock, looking up at him.
"Well now that you mention it. Let me get the lube."
He ran upstairs, his cock flopping around, and got the lube from the bedroom. When he came down, James was naked and waiting in the kitchen by the screen door. It was almost dark, and warm. The crickets were just starting to make their noises, and the neighbourhood was quiet. They left the outside light off and it was pretty obvious no one could see them, even if the neighbour's house was just a few metres away.
Rob lay in the deck chair, which thankfully had a cushion. James stood over him. They were both looking at each other, their cocks hard and they stroked them. The light was dim, but they could see each other clearly. Rob opened the lube and squeezed out a bunch and brought it to his asshole, sliding a couple of fingers in making it slippery. He realized it had been some time since he had been fucked and he was a little nervous.
He handed the lube to James, who was now kneeling on the chair between Rob's legs. He poured lube on his cock and rubbed it in, then hoisted Rob's legs up and apart, leaning forward so his cock came in contact with him, right at the opening of him. He stayed in this position for a moment, sliding his dick around the hole, which made Rob shiver in anticipation. Maybe this was going to be amazing after all.
James pushed forward a bit until the head of his cock slid in, then he stopped and looked at Rob's face, who nodded in encouragement. He realized he had wanted this for some time. James pushed a little further and his length began to slide in, slowly and he moaned under his breath. Rob felt the length go in and it seemed to go on forever, in a good way. When James was fully in he leaned forward and began to kiss Rob intensely, not moving his hips.
Rob reached back and grabbed James's ass and pushed, encouraging him to start fucking in earnest, which he did. Slowly, very slowly. Slower than Rob thought possible. It seemed to take ages for his length to be all the way in, then another age on the way out. He did this a few times and Rob realized a whole new way of fucking that he had never thought of before. James kept kissing him, his tongue all over the place. He moved back and started chewing on one of his nipples, still moving almost as slowly, just increasing the speed a bit. He changed to the other nipple, tonguing it, his cock moving a little faster.
Rob reached down for his own cock and began to lightly run his hand across its length, not wanting to cum too soon. James leant back, using Rob's legs for traction and increased the speed more this time, jarring him into the lounge chair so that it slid back bit each time. The air still felt warm and there was a nice breeze that cooled his head. The sensation of the air on his ass, on his legs, on his raging cock was powerful. He began to moan himself, giving little gasps every time James fucked a little harder, and a little faster.
James leaned down again and kissed him and said hoarsely, "I love fucking you, I love fucking you so much. I wish I had done this a long time ago." He paused and kept up the pace on Rob's ass. "And I love you, you fucker."
Rob just stared up at him through tears. James leaned down and licked them off his face, very tenderly, even while driving his cock deeper. Rob realized it was entirely right that James would choose a moment like this to actually say the words to him. The sensation of hearing those particular words seemed to cause an explosion in his balls and almost before he knew it, cum was pouring out of him all over his chest. James looked down and laughed, and he tried to lean down and lick him clean, but the angle was too sharp. He scooped some with one hand and brought it to his mouth, moaning, and he began to fuck even faster for a minute until, with one last thrust, he froze and Rob could tell there was cum flowing into him. After a moment and another kiss, he leaned back and jammed his hips forward a few more desperate times.
He pulled himself out of Rob, leaning down and stuck his tongue in his ass, licking himself out. Rob just watched him, then pulled him up toward him and brought him down so he was lying on top of him, their cocks sliding against each other. They kissed slowly and deliberately. He pushed James back, and said,
"I love you too, you fucker."
They both laughed into each other's mouths as they kissed. If there was any lingering discomfort about what had happened in the store that afternoon, it was gone now. He felt that James actually saying the words that had been floating around them for a while now felt decisive.
"I feel sticky and now I'm also cold. Let's have a shower." And James got up, extending his hand to Rob, helping him up. "If anyone say us, I hope they had a good time," and James laughed as he said it.
They showered together, and James took great care, washing Rob's body, his cock, his ass. It felt, Rob realized, like some kind of ritual.
Later, on the sofa with a glass of wine and some nice music, James seemed to Rob to be at peace. They were leaning against each other. James turned to him.
"I meant what I said, "fucker" notwithstanding."
"I know. I mean it, too."
"No one's getting married, just so you know."
"Yeah. We can leave that to Mark and Sam. They can take care of all that stuff. We can just be ourselves."
"Agreed." James leaned forward and kissed him.