Somewhere I Have Never Travelled

Somewhere I Have Never Travelled 17

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Sam left on a late August morning. There was a light mist everywhere and air was heavy with heat and the scent of flowers. The streets were quiet with only a cat walking around as they packed a rented car that Sam was going to drive to Halifax. Mark felt heavy, his throat constricting with unshed tears. He had never been good at goodbyes, however temporary they were. If felt like he was about to be the only person on the planet who was going to sleep alone.

They stood for a long time holding each other. Mark tried to memorize the smell of Sam, his face tucked in his neck. Sam rubbed his back slowly. There didn't seem much to say as they had been saying if for the past few days, preparing for this moment. Sam finally leaned back and looked at him. Mark could see his eyes were wet.

"I'll talk to you later when I get in."

"I know." And Mark's face crumpled. He couldn't help it, and the tears came.

Sam took his face in his and kissed him, kissing his cheeks where the tears ran down. Finally Mark found his voice.

"You should get going. I'll be all right once you leave. It's the leaving I find so hard."

"I know. I love you so much."

And he got in the car and smiled a bit weakly. Mark realized he was struggling as well which was a kind of comfort. He started the car, and with a wave, drove off.

For a second Mark's body felt hollowed out as if from some kind of storm. Then he turned and went back up to their apartment. The signs that Sam lived here were comforting. His socks, a book, his old smartphone. They were like talismans.

They talked that evening, the sight of Sam's face seemed to make everything fine again. Somehow now the distance didn't seem like distance. Sam walked him around his apartment, which was basically one room, but it seemed nice. There wasn't much in it and Sam had a lot of shopping to do. Mark was slightly envious of the money Sam got from his family. They were kind of rich, something he hadn't realized before.

Mark's scholarship and teaching assistant work just paid for his half of the apartment and Sam was going to still pay the rest. He felt guilty about that, but Sam insisted. "I have the money, so it's no big deal and I would rather you live comfortably while I'm away. I know you, remember? Disruptions are hard for you."

Mark felt grateful as he sat and looked around their apartment. He called Tomas.

"He's gone."

"How are you doing?"

Mark thought for a moment. "I think I'm ok. I just face-timed with Sam and it helped. How are you?"

"I'm still trying to get my head around being in grad school. How did we get here exactly?"

Mark laughed. "We haven't even started yet."

"I know. I have so much work to do...I have to start learning a ton of music for my recital next spring."

"Yeah. I have to read everything ever written, it seems." Mark paused for a moment. "You want to come over for dinner?"

There was a slight hesitation over the phone before he answered. "Sure. That would be great."

They ate pasta, since Mark wasn't a very adventurous cook and drank wine, talking about school, about their friends. Mark was feeling even better. The gaping hole that Sam had left was not so big although he knew there would be a part of him for the next few months that would be thinking about him every second. Even his demon was quiet and he looked at Tomas a few times, trying to imagine them having sex, just the two of them. He wasn't sure, he realized.

He found himself asking, "You remember the party where we met you. You talked to me in the kitchen. Was that just friendly?"

Tomas looked surprised. He was clearly trying to remember. "Uh...you know, I'm not quite sure. I remember thinking you seemed like a nice guy. Of course that illusion was shattered." They both laughed. "But I guess I was interested, now that you mention it. And when I saw you with Sam, well, that confirmed it. I was interested in both of you. I'd never done that before. I mean, pick up a couple like that."

"I didn't know that. We had certainly never done that before either. We were still learning about each other."

"You seemed to have figured it all out. You two are...really solid."

"We are, aren't we?"

"Yeah."

They drank wine for a while, listening to music, talking. Mark lay his head in Tomas's lap, who stroked his hair. It felt so comfortable.

"Thanks, Tomas. Thanks for being...well, I guess, you."

"You're welcome." There was a hesitation. "Do you want me to sleep here?"

Mark looked up into those brown eyes. "Yeah. That would be really nice. Do you mind if we just sleep? I mean, just tonight?"

"Sure. I get it."

So they went to bed. They threw their clothes on the floor and got under the light sheet. It was hot and even with a fan going, the air was heavy. Mark snuggled into Tomas, despite them being sweaty. He felt safe and they managed to sleep.

Birds woke Mark up, and a cooler breeze was coming in the window. He sat up and pulled a light blanket over both of them. Tomas was still asleep, his arm thrown over his head and the sheet half off his body. Mark saw the head of his cock poking out. He leaned down and kissed it, then licked the cleft, circling his tongue around it. He pulled the sheet back, exploding his length and his balls. He looked up to Tomas's face and saw he was awake.

"You're early." He smiled and ruffled Mark's hair.

"Do you mind?"

"How could I mind?" He pulled Mark up and kissed him softly, then opened his mouth and their tongues entwined. Mark moaned into his mouth and reached down and held Tomas's cock, rubbing the end, feeling the heat of it. Mark thought of the "game" he and Sam had played while having sex. He leaned back and looked at Tomas's face.

"I want you to fuck me."

Tomas laughed. "All decisive, are we?"

"Well, yeah. Sam and I were playing a little game about wanting you to do various things to us."

"Gosh. I'm flattered." He pulled Mark down to him and they kissed more hungrily, then Tomas began kissing his neck, and they ground their bodies together, their hardnesses rubbing against each other. He turned them over and Tomas, now on top, really drove his cock into Mark's, who pushed back. He slid down Mark's body, kissing his chest, licking his nipples, then gently biting them. Mark gasped each time, feeling Tomas's hand around his cock. He liked his navel, then made his way to his aching cock, licking the end of it, sucking the head, tasting his juice. He jacked it a few times while he held the end in his mouth. Mark's hips pushed up. "Slow down a little...that's intense."

"Oh, I'm not done with you yet."

Tomas looked to the side of the bed and saw the lube. "You expecting someone?"

"No...I like to keep it handy." Mark laughed.

Tomas took the lube and poured some on Mark's dick, making it slick, then did the same for his own. He moved so he was between Mark's legs and, lifting his knees up and tucking his arms in, he exposed Mark's ass. He poured lube on it and rubbed it in, then slid a finger, then two, into him, stretching and exploring. Mark grabbed his cock and began to stroke, his face intent.

"You want to be fucked hard?"

"Yes. As hard as you want."

"Good."

Tomas dribbled lube on his cock and it was shiny and rigid. He pulled Mark's hips toward him and his cock was right at the start of him. He moved his cock around, and Mark could feel the motion, then his cock pushed a bit, still making a circular motion as if drilling into him, which he did. He slid in and he gasped and held his dick hard in his hand, not wanting to cum too quickly.

Tomas leaned forward and kissed him, now that he was all the way in. He didn't thrust, just looked into Mark's eyes.

"This is really nice."

Mark smiled. "It is, isn't it?"

Tomas laughed. Then in an almost gymnastic move, he pulled Mark up, his cock still deep with in him and lay back at the same time so that Mark was on top. Mark's cock was rigid and streaming. "I want to watch you jerk off while I fuck you."

"No complaints here." His demon had returned and he began driving his ass into Tomas, feeling the length of him go deep as he slowly stroked himself. Tomas just looked at him, or at his cock, smiling. He met Mark's body with a push upwards and their combined rhythm made them both sweaty, even if it was cooler.

"I want to play the game...what would Sam be doing right now if he was here?"

Mark grinned a little wickedly. "He would be feeding you his cock, all the way in."

"Yeah. That sounds great. What if he was fucking me, while I fucked you?"

"Yeah, that would be hot. What if I sucked him while you fucked me. He would be standing up and feeding me his dick."

Tomas picked up his pace, his hips really encouraging Mark to do the same. Mark was gasping. "And what if Sam fed you his dick while he was cumming. I want to see your face all messy with his cum so I can lick it off."

"Dirty boy." He took a breath, his cock driving deeper. "You look so innocent, but I know better."

"You're right. I like being dirty with Sam and you."

"What else do you want?"

Mark closed his eyes, still pumping his cock, still driving his hips into Tomas and the strength of their thrusts made it hard to talk, or think. "I want both of you to cum in my mouth at the same time, I want your cum down my throat."

"Fuck, you are so sexy..." and he reached up and took Mark's nipples in his fingers, pinching them. "I'm going to cum any second, are you ready?"

"I want it all."

Tomas drove up a few more times, and with a gasp his thrusts became a little wild and Mark could tell he was cumming, as he felt wetness begin to leak from him. He rose off Tomas's cock and slid forward. "I'm going to feed you my cum, so get ready."

He moved his cock to Tomas's open mouth and slid it in just as he began spurting. Tomas almost choked, but swallowed, his eyes closed. Mark stayed in that position, feeling his orgasm subside, feeling that last spurts going into Tomas's mouth.

He collapsed on the bed beside Tomas who turned and they kissed for a while, gently and passionately at the same time. Mark could taste himself.

He looked down at Tomas's cock which was shiny and covered in his own cum. He leaned in and licked him off. "I'm such a dirty boy." And they both laughed.

They slept for a while, then Mark got up and made them coffee and toast, which they ate in bed.

"This was really nice. I like having you in our bed."

Tomas kissed his shoulder. "It was nice. I feel so relaxed around you. I always have." He kissed his shoulder again. He sipped his coffee and leaned his head on Mark's shoulder.

Mark felt peaceful. Safe. It was going to be all right.

His coffee finished, Tomas got up and found his clothes. "I've got to hit the piano. It's going to be six hours a day for the next year or so. Fuck."

"Wow. That's a lot. But you are amazing, I know it will be worth it."

Tomas smiled. "You are such a sweet guy. No wonder Sam loves you." He hesitated again. "Don't take this as me saying the same thing because that's not what I mean, but I love you two a lot. I don't know what my life would be like if I hadn't met you. So there."

Mark was surprised, but somehow not. He could feel his eyes welling up. "Thanks, Tomas. Thanks for saying that. Sam and I have been wanting to express how important you have been to us for a while, so on behalf of both of us, I'll say we love you too."

Later, Mark saw Sam's face on his phone, and they just looked at each other. It wasn't the same thing as being with Tomas, he thought. Looking at Sam was like spring coming all over again, it was    the best thing he could imagine. He loved Tomas, but Sam was clearly the most important person in the world to him.

"I'm so glad to see you!" Mark felt like a teenager again. It always felt that way.

"Me too!" They just looked at each other.

"How have you been?"

Sam thought a moment. "Busy, buying furniture, groceries. Figuring out where everything is on campus, where the stores are. It's a lot. I don't want to have to do this again."

"I get it. Maybe you won't. Unless you're thinking doctorate..."

Sam groaned. "Oh god, I hope not." He looked at Mark. "I still miss you."

"I miss you...I love you."

Sam smiled. "I love you too."

"I saw Tomas last night....and this morning."

Sam's smile broadened. "Oh, do tell!"

"He came over for dinner. It was so nice to see him. He's an amazing guy."

"Yes he is. Did you...I mean, did he...you know what I mean."

"Not until this morning."

Sam was beaming. He stood up so Mark could see that he was only wearing underwear, which he slid off. His cock was hard.

"Tell me what you did."

Mark, despite having had sex not long before, also got hard and he slid his track pants off.

"I just took my pants off."

"Tell me."

"We kissed for a while. He's such a good kisser...I mean not as good as you, but...then he sucked me for a while."

Sam was fisting his dick and occasionally moved the phone so Mark could see his hand working. Mark tilted his laptop so Sam could watch him as well. They just watched each other, then Sam said, "What happened next."

"I asked him to fuck me." Sam's eyes widened with pleasure, his face getting a more intent. "Who was on top?"

"He was at first, then we did this thing where he flipped us around so I was on top with his cock still in me. It was wild."

Sam grinned. "I'll have to try that with you. Tell me how he fucked you."

"He wasn't gentle. He drove into me like crazy. It was great."

Sam was getting excited, Mark could tell by the sheen of sweat on his brow, by the little noises he made. "Did he cum in you?"

"Oh yeah. He did, and it felt like buckets, and it ran out of my ass all over him."

"Fuck that's hot."

"Then I slid off him and fed him my cock just as I came."

"Oh man, I wish it had been me. I love how you taste."

"I wish I was there with you to taste you..."

"I wish I could cum down your throat, then kiss you...agh!" and with that Sam raised his hips and streaks of cum hit his belly and dribbled onto his hand, onto the chair. He gasped a few times. Finally he said, "That was amazing." He looked at Mark, grinning again.

Mark's hand was almost a blur and he was concentrating hard, but he looked up at Sam's face and his orgasm came with a flash, and he burst out all over his hands, cum running down his fist into his balls.

Sam laughed. "I really wish I could clean that up for you."

Mark brought his fist to his mouth and licked it off. Sam did the same and they watched each other.

Mark finally chuckled. "That was fun." He thought a moment. "Tomas said the sweetest thing to me. He said you and I had made a huge difference to his life and that he loved us."

Sam looked amazed, and he said, "What a sweet guy. What did you say?"

"I said -- and I spoke on your behalf, but I think I'm right -- that we loved him too. He was quick to point out it wasn't the same as you and I, but..."

"Amazing. I'll have to call him. We were so lucky to meet him."

"I agree. Anyway, I feel better, my anxiety is way less, and if this is any indication, I think this will be ok. How about you?"

"Same. Now that I'm settled and seeing your face, and hearing your adventure, I feel pretty good. I still miss you, but that's ok."

They talked for a while, sharing stories. Sam wanted Mark to send him some things he forgot. He asked him to check on Rob to make sure he was all right. They ended the conversation, smiling and promising to talk the next day and all the days after.

Mark got up and made more coffee, and picked up his novel and go to work.