Somewhere I Have Never Travelled 19
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Mark and Sam saw each other on the screen every day, even if only for a few minutes. They were really busy, especially Sam, so some of their converations were rushed. But Mark seemed to understand and didn't feel too uneasy. Sam knew that Tomas and James were there to help him.
Sam came back for Thanksgiving, for a weekend in November and for the Christmas and they drove to the house in the Laurentians, just the two of them. Rob decided to stay in Toronto with James. Sam also wondered if being in the place where he and Mark got together was somehow complicated for Rob. He remembered their MDMA experience and how intense it was and maybe Rob didn't want to remember.
Before they left for the Laurentians, Sam said,
"Why don't we both drive to Nova Scotia from the cottage, then you can take the train back to Toronto? I know it's a long trip but it would be lovely to travel with you and we can see some of the country together."
He could see Mark thinking about this. "Well...I don't have to back until the 15th of January, so I think that gives me plenty of time to get back. Sure."
Sam was relieved. For both of their sakes. As much as being apart was bearable, it was also hard. And for both of them. The next day they packed the car and drove to Quebec.
He and Mark spent much of the time in the mountains in front of the fire.
They had arrived in a snowstorm and they unpacked the car and brought all the groceries in and could tell that by morning, if it kept up, they would be snowed in. But they both had until the first week of January, so they didn't feel too concerned.
They had a quick dinner and, once Sam had lit his pipe and the fire, they settled into the sofa, watching the flames; the site, Sam vividly remembered, of the first time he realized how much he loved Mark. How did I let myself not notice for so long? It was almost a mystery.
But tonight, cuddled together, none of that mattered. They listened to the fire, and to the wind outside which was getting stronger. Sam turned to Mark after a few minutes.
"Let's have a bath."
"A bath? That sounds great."
They went upstairs and began filling the big tub in the main washroom. They lit some candles and Mark put soft music on his phone. Lying in the hot, fragrant water, the stress of the last few months in this new version of their lives began to let go. Sam lay, his arms around Mark who was cradled between his legs, and they just breathed. He heard Mark's voice,
"We're doing all right, aren't we?"
"I think we are. And after this, I'll be back in May until Septeber, then eight more months." He knew spelling it out so clearly helped Mark.
"That doesn't sound so bad. It isn't bad, actually. And given how busy we have been already, the time is going to just fly."
Mark turned around and faced him, sitting so close their balls were touching. "I wonder if we should have asked Tomas if he wanted to come up here?"
"Yeah, I thought about it. But I think I wanted you all to myself. Maybe in the winter sometime the three of us can get together. But I'm so glad you two are able to be there for each other."
"He's a an amazing guy."
Sam looked in the water and could see that Mark was hard. He reached down and took hold of his cock and slowly and lightly began to explore it with his fingers. They had smoked from Sam's pipe and he was feeling very sensual. His skin tingled and the warmth of the bath was like an amazing blanket. He looked in Mark's face who was doing the same to his cock. It felt so easy and calm, nobody rushing to get off, or to find intensity for its own sake.
The wind outside was getting stronger and they could feel the cottage shuddering.
Mark glance out the window. "That's quite a storm. I hope we're not stuck up here."
"They clean these roads pretty often, even up here, so I'm not worried." He continued to stroke Mark, then he leaned in and licked his neck. He could taste sweat. He moved up and licked his ear, sucking on the lobe. Mark tilted his head back in pleasure. He leaned closer to Sam and wrapped his arms around him so they were both entwined together as if in prayer. Sam slid his hand down to Mark's balls, cradling them. "Let's go to bed" He whispered in his ear.
They got out of the bath and Mark ran for some towels, wrapping them both up. Hand in hand they went into the bedroom. Sam found his lighter and lit more candles. Mark lay on the bed watching him. In the drawer of the side table, Sam pulled out a little bottle. "I'm going to rub you down with some nice oil."
Mark smiled. "That sounds amazing."
"Get on your stomach."
Mark turned and Sam admired Mark's slim, taut body, his strong ass and legs. He knelt on top of him, and poured a little oil on his back which he began to rub in, starting from his shoulders. He kneaded more oil in, working his way down Mark's back slowly, but firmly. He dribbled more oil on the small of his back and slid his hands down, pressing into his spince. Mark moaned. "That's amazing."
"I'm glad. I'm not done."
"I can't wait."
He dribbled more oil on his ass cheeks, massaging it in. He loved the feel of his strong muscles and he rubbed until they were glistening. He drizzled some more into the crack and slid one finger up and down enjoying the slippery feel, the amazing smell of the oil. He remembered it was lavender. He slid two fingers along the cleft of Mark's ass, pressing more firmly when he felt his entrance. He rubbed oil around the opening, slowly slipping a finger in, dripping more oil, and pressing a little further so that one finger, then two, then four, and was able to slide in easily. His own dick was rigid and getting wet, but he restrained himself.
He poured more oil on the his fingers and slide them very slowly in to Mark again, who moaned a little louder and his hips wiggled back and forth. "Is this good?"
"You have no idea how good."
"I'm glad."
Sam took some oil and smoothed it on his own cock, waves of pleasure washing over him. He leaned forward so that he was lying on Mark, his cock firmly rigid in the crack of Mark's ass and he began to slide it a little, up and down. The oil made it all so intense. A little more firmly his pushed his hips down so that each time he slide forward his cock caught at Mark's asshole, them moved forward again.
He heard Mark's voice. "Holy shit that's making me crazy"
"Good. That's the plan."
He continued sliding his dick against Mark who began to push up every time. It was all so intense and dreamy. The next time his cock caught against Mark, he decided to push down and the head of his cock slid in, then out. He slid in again, then back, then pushed his cock in again, a little further this time and stayed there. He raised himself up on his hands so he could enter him very slowly until finally he was all the way in and he lay down again on Mark. He kissed his neck, licking the sweat that driping from his hair. He whispered in his ear,
"How is this?"
"Better than I've ever felt."
"I'm glad. Have I said how much I love you?"
"You have, but don't ever stop."
Sam laughed a little, kissing his neck again, begining to move his cock a little out, then back in, his hips just moving enought to start a gentle pace. He felt almost slippery on top of Mark. He reached his arms around Mark's shoulders, lifting him up a little so he could enclose him as very gently fucked him. They stayed like this for what seemed like hours, but Sam could feel a bit of pressure building up in him and he moved a little more firmly into Mark, pushing a little harder.
Mark didn't say anything, but was breathing heavily each time he pushed in and tried to meet him with his own push backwards. Sam started fucking a little harder, really pushing himself, feeling his cock go deeper, the oil making it slide easily to the root of him. His own breath was getting shallow and he sped up starting to drive himself, the bed beginning to make noised every time he jammed himsef into Mark and he knew it would be soon. He pulled himself up again on his hands so he had better traction and his hips took over as a wave started on the horizon that came closer and closer and it broke at the centre of him and without stopping, he could feel himself empty into Mark and all he could do was gasp in time with his thrusts, his eyes squeezed shut.
He slowed down gradually, not wanting it to end, but his body calmed and Mark was still, so he lowered himself back on to Mark, feeling his cock, still hard, firmly in Mark. He licked Mark's ear, then said,
"I could fuck you for days."
"I would totally let you."
"Did you cum on the bed."
"I was saving it for you."
Sam laughed, and lifted himself out of Mark, feeing the wetness between them. He looked down at his cock and it was shiny and red from all the work. Mark leaned forward and sucked the end for a moment, then sat back. His cock was hard and there were juices pouring out of the end. Sam moaned and, then said,
"I want you to fuck my mouth," then he moved to the top of the bed, leaning his head against the tall wooden headboard. Mark raised himself up and, on his knees, moved forward and slid his cock into Sam's mouth. He didn't hesistate and began thrusting into him, all the sensations of the massage and the fucking must have made him already almost at the peak of something, because with a few more pushes, Sam felt jets of cum hitting the back of his throat, over and over. He swallowed greedily with a little moan until, with a last dribble, Mark was done. He stayed there, sucking, tasting the last few drops. Mark sighed, and slid himself out of Sam's mouth.
He wrapped them both in sheets and a blanket, still oily and sweaty and face to face, their legs entwined, they got as close to eacy other as they could, their noses touching, their soft cocks resting against each other. Sam could feel every breath Mark took, their bellies moving in tandem. He could smell sweat and lavender and cum.
They lay like this for a while, just breathing. Mark finally spoke,
"I love you too." Sam slipped into an easy sleep.
The snow was cleared a couple of days later and Sam phoned a neighbour who came and cleared the driveway so they could get out. He could see Mark was a little sad as they packed up their stuff and put it in the car. He stopped him as he was putting his bag int he back and hugged him tightly, caressing his back and kissing each cheek. "It's going to be fine."
"I know. I hate departures. Once we're on the road I'll feel better."
Which was true. After an hour or two driving along the snowy hightways, the sun now bright and the sky impossibly clear, he visibly relaxed and put on some music, enjoying the scenery. It was a long drive, and Mark slept for part of it, then they switched drivers and Sam dozed.
Halifax, when the finally arrived, exhausted and hungry, was snowy, but warmer. It was night and they dragged themselves into Sam's apartment and fell into bed after a quick peanut butter sandwich.
Sam awoke suddenly, and was aware that Mark was sucking him. "You woke up feeling randy, I see."
"I want to taste you before I go."
"I won't stop you." He lay back watched Mark's mouth at work, taking him deep, jacking him while sucking on the end. He kept from coming as long as he could, but with a gasp, he finally gushed into Mark's mouth. Mark did something he hadn't done before, which was to move up to him and they kissed and realized he was also getting a mouthful of his cum. Mark seemed intense and he pulled him up so he could get at his cock, sucking him quickly, knowing that Mark was feeling a little desperate and, jacking him at the same time, brought him to an instense orgams. He fell the spurts hit his tongue and Mark sighed, as if a great weight had been lifted. He swallowed and said, "Feel better?"
"For now." He laughed, and law down next to him, panting a little.
"When's your train?"
"Ten."
Sam looked over at the clock. It was nine. "We better get going."
After a long hug beside the train which to Sam felt was like a scence from a 1940's film, they kissed and Mark got ont he train. He could tell Mark was holding back tears. He waved at him from through the window and the train pulled off. Sam realized he also felt a pang at the separation, but as they both said, it wouldn't be long until summer.
He walked back to his apartment and unpacked his bag, trying to remember which paper he was working on and when it was due. Then he facetimed Tomas, hoping he could talk.
"Hi! Nice to see you." Tomas looked happy. "How was Christmas?"
Sam felt better talking to him. "It was really nice. We both wanted you to be there -- at the cottage. Next time."
Tomas smiled. "That would be amazing. Is Mark on the way back?"
"I just put him on a the train. He should be back by midnight or something."
"I'll meet him. I bet he's having a hard time."
"You're right, of course. You know us so well. Thanks for being there for him. For us." He stopped for a moment. "Are we like, turning into a throuple or something?"
Tomas burst out laughing. "I don't know about that. But maybe close." Sam could tell he was thinking. "It's a interesting notion. But for me...well, as much as you guys are important to me, if the right guy came along..."
"I get it. But for now we have this." Sam thought some more. "But it is interesting. Maybe we're a throuple in all but name."
"That's good enough for me. And I don't live with you two, remember?"
"Does that mean you want to?"
"Oh. Are you serious?"
"I have no idea. We could get a two bedroom so that you have your own space. I only thought of this now, so who knows? But throuple or not, it would be great to have you around, and not just in bed I might add."
Tomas laughed. "But the bed part is very good."
"True. It is. Anyway, I don't mean to make big deal about this. We can talk about it when the three of us are together. Which is when?" He looked at his schedule on the desk. "I think at the end of February I have some time, so I'll come back for a few days. I can't wait to see you."
"Me too. In the meantime, I'll take care of Mark. Poor kid."
They signed off and Sam got to work on his paper.