Somewhere I Have Never Travelled 21
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Mark was worried about Rob, who seemed to have closed himself off since James had more or less dumped him, unceremoniously. He wasn't sure what happened, although he knew it had something to do with the weekend Rob came to town and stayed over.
He hadn't heard from Rob after that for a while, and hadn't seen James either who wouldn't respond to his texts. Because he was so busy with papers and his teaching assistant duties, he lost track of them a little over the next few couple of months into spring. He spoke with Sam every day, sometimes twice, just to check in. Occasionally they would jerk off together on the screen which was nice and lazy, and allowed him to focus on his work.
He was so busy, he didn't see Tomas as much as he would like; they were both so busy. One April Sunday, he texted Tomas and asked if he wanted to have brunch, but he was practising.
Can I come listen?
Sure, if you want. Then we can get some lunch.
He wandered over to the music building amazed at spring, which seemed to have finally taken hold, awakening everything and everybody. He found Tomas's practice room and could hear tumultuous chords flying around. At a quiet moment, he knocked. Tomas opened the door and smiled at him. He was looking a little sweaty.
"Come in! Listen to this mess."
"It sounds amazing."
"Yeah, well. My teacher doesn't think so." He sat back at the piano and started again. Mark leaned against the wall and listened, his eyes closed, letting the sound reverberate through his body. It was almost sexual, he thought. In fact it felt very sexual. He was getting a little excited.
He listened for a while longer, almost falling into a trance, when Tomas stopped. He opened his eyes and realized Tomas was watching him. "I hope I'm not putting you to sleep."
"Oh my gosh, it's the exact opposite. The sound makes my whole body buzz. It's amazing!"
Tomas laughed. They were sitting for a moment, just looking at each other, then Mark stood up and leaned down and kissed Tomas a few times, each one a little more passionate than the last. Tomas smiled up at him, then reached over to the door and locked it. He pulled Mark into his lap so that Mark's legs were straddling him on the piano bench.
They kissed for a while, Mark exploring his neck, tasting his sweat, smelling him, enjoying the warmth. His cock was pushing against his pants, so he undid them, slipping his underwear down so his balls were sitting on Tomas's belly. "You are an eager boy today."
"I don't know...there's something about the feel of the music that turns me on."
Tomas laughed. "Beethoven would be happy to hear that."
They kissed eagerly, then Mark slid off him and got on his knees, undoing Tomas's pants and sliding them down. He began to suck him down as Tomas watched. "You'll have to be quick since I only have this room for another..." and he looked at his phone that was sitting by the keyboard "ten minutes."
Mark came off him and smiled. "I think I can manage." He began jacking Tomas while sucking on the head of his dick, lapping at it and pumping quickly as Tomas moaned, stretching out his legs so Mark had more room. It only took a few minutes and Tomas gasped and Mark felt cum spurting into his mouth, surprising amounts of it. He came off his cock and swallowed. "Wow. That was a lot."
"I haven't had time to jerk off for a few days. Too busy. I hope it wasn't too much."
"Never too much." They both chuckled and Mark stood up and did up his pants.
"You don't want me to return the favour?"
"Let's go somewhere else. I don't like deadlines."
"Good point." Tomas leaned in and kissed Mark then turned and grabbed his music and his phone.
They sat in a busy cafe and ate lunch. Tomas seemed ravenous. "Practising always makes me hungry."
"It seems like a lot of work."
"It is." He chewed his sandwich. Then he looked up at Mark. "How's Sam?"
"He's really good. We talked this morning and he's coming back next week. For the summer. I'm so relieved."
"Yeah, I spoke with his last week. He can't wait to see you."
"And he wants to see you, as well, remember."
Tomas looked pleased, his face reddening. "We had an interesting conversation while you were coming back from Halifax. This idea just came up that maybe I should move in with you guys."
Mark smiled. "He told me about that. I think it's a great idea. We would be so happy to have you with us. We could get a bigger place. It would be nice."
"You think? I'm not completely sure about the whole "throuple" thing."
"Yeah, I know. We don't have to call it anything. Sam and I are really fond of you, no, we love you. We love having sex with you and you're an amazing person. Who knows what to call that. Sam told me that if you met someone, then you would obviously put your energy into him...but for now? What do you think?"
"I need to think about it. But the more we talk about it, the more it feels pretty nice. I told you before, I haven't felt like being in a relationship for a while, but with you two if feels completely fine."
"When Sam comes back, let's keep talking."
They ate their lunch and Mark gave him an update on his work, papers and having to present at a conference the previous month. Mark was always struck by how easy it was to talk with Tomas, clear and open. He liked just listening to his voice. They went back to Sam and Mark's place and spent the rest of the afternoon in bed, Tomas definitely returning the favour Mark and given him earlier that day.
Sam came back the following Friday, and Mark spent a day in bed with him and he could feel the last of the winter's tensions slip away, the latent anxieties he always had about being away from important people letting go. In Sam's arms, smelling him, tasting him, he relaxed. Waking in the morning he felt rested in a way he hadn't felt since the last time they slept together. He lay watching Sam sleep, enjoying the little snore with his mouth half open. He leaned in and kissed his chin. Sam slowly opened his eyes.
Sam seemed to be looking for words. "Hey. Good morning."
"Good morning. Did you sleep ok?"
"Like a baby. It must have been all that exertion last night." Mark could feel his hand grabbing his cock.
"Not before breakfast."
"I don't think I could anyway...we managed to do a lot last night."
"We did, didn't we?"
"We should ask Tomas if he wants to come over tonight."
"I was thinking the same thing. He and I talked about the idea of the three of us sharing a place."
Sam sat up, his face brighter. "What did he say?"
"I think he's into it. He's a bit worried about what it means. You know, the whole "throuple" problem."
"Fuck. I wish that word had never been invented. It's stupid. Whatever the three of us do is up to us and if we want to define it, then we will."
"I agree. We should make that really clear to him."
"Agreed."
Sam made dinner and they sat around, listening to music and catching up. Tomas was sitting with his arm thrown around Sam's shoulder, Mark with his head in Sam's lap. He felt so comfortable and relaxed now that Sam was back. He almost felt guilty about his anxiety, but knew there was no point in saying it, since it was his thing. There was nothing anyone could say or do about it. He would always be anxious when Sam was away and calm when he was back.
Sam lit his pipe and inhaled, obviously relaxing. He handed it to Tomas who did the same, then Mark. After a while they were all a little dozy, just letting the music wash over them. Finally Tomas spoke,
"So you two. You want us to share a place?"
"If you're into it."
"I think I am. I just want to be clear that..." Mark cut him off.
"Sorry...I don't mean to be rude, but I know what you're going to say. If we do this, we get to do it on our own terms. Who the fuck cares what word you used to define it. All we know," and he turned to Sam - "is we love having you around, and we love you. How define that love is one thing, but the feelings are there no matter what. We don't need to call it anything."
Tomas looked thoughtful. He caressed Sam's neck and leaned his head against his, clearly thinking. Mark could tell he was going to say yes, but wanted to wait until he could say it. They sat for a few minutes like this and all he could hear was the three of them breathing.
Sam began to caress Tomas's leg, very slowly, from knee to thigh. Tomas looked down and watched as Sam's hand began to grip the muscle of his thigh as if testing their strength. His hand moved slowly up so that he was grasping Tomas, who was getting hard, gripping him through the fabric. Tomas began to kiss his neck. Mark watched, fascinated. He was not used to seeing Sam and Tomas together and he realized he found it incredibly, sexually, fascinating. He began to undo his own pants, wanting to hold his cock while he watched.
Sam very slowly unzipped Tomas's pants revealing red briefs out of which his cock poked and Sam leaned down and licked the head, then slid the briefs down. Mark got off Sam's lap and sat on the floor between them. Tomas moaned into Sam's neck which he was still kissing and licking. Tomas raised his hips and Sam pulled the pants and briefs completely off, tossing them to one side. Tomas's long legs extended and Mark grabbed one of his feet and licked it, sucking on his toes. He heard Tomas's voice. "Careful, I'm ticklish."
"I know." and he licked them some more.
Sam undid his own pants and slid them off. Mark glanced up and realized he wasn't wearing underwear. Mark laughed. "It's like you knew this would happen."
"Well, it makes sense." and he began to slide his hand on his cock while he leaned down and took Tomas in, almost to the root. Tomas watched him intently, mouth open. He spread his legs wider and pulled off his t-shirt. Mark always marvelled at how he looked naked. His own cock was getting rigid and he slowed himself down. He stood and took off his shorts and his shirt, standing naked watching Sam as his head began to move on Tomas's hardness, still pumping his own.
Mark walked slowly into the bedroom and found the lube and came back. The two hadn't changed position. He got on the sofa beside Sam and turned him so his legs were spread and he could see his ass and balls. Sam was still stroking his cock slowly, smearing the wetness that flowed from the head. He thought: Sam always gets so slippery. He leaned in and licked some of it from Sam's cock.
He opened the lube and poured out some and smeared it in Sam, sliding a few fingers in until everything felt warm and smooth, then did the same to his cock. He moved forward a little until the head of his cock met his asshole, then kept moving, sliding into him steadily as Sam moaned on Tomas's dick. When he was all the way in he leaned down and met Sam's mouth on Tomas's cock and they kissed around it, each taking turned sucking the end, and entwining their tongues around his hardness. Tomas began to moan above them, ruffling their hair.
Mark realized he was already fucking quite firmly into Sam, his cock already finding a rhythm in him. He pulled himself up onto his hands and started pushing a bit harder as Sam continued to take Tomas down helped by Tomas's hands on his head, pushing him down. Mark watched them, fucking a little faster, a little harder. Waves came from his cock to his head and he realized he was making sounds with each thrust. Tomas looked at him and smiled. He imagined fucking both of them at the same time, the impossibility of it was weirdly exciting.
Sam came off Tomas and looked up at him. "I want to fuck you."
In response, Tomas slide back and lay against the arm of the sofa and lifted his knees up. Mark pulled himself out of Sam's ass and handed Sam the lube and watched as Sam poured it on his hand and began to slip some fingers in. Tomas gasped and threw his head back. Mark moved around and knelt beside Tomas's head who turned, and he slid his cock into his mouth.
He looked down and watched as Sam's cock slid into Tomas. Sam tucked his arms under Tomas's knees and began to push forward, beginning to jam his hips forward, then back, an intent look on his face. Mark looked down at his cock moving into Tomas's mouth, and he could feel his tongue exploring the cleft at the head, making his whole body tingle. Sam seemed to be getting close, his face getting red and his breathing harsh. Mark reached down and ruffled Sam's hair who glanced up at him, smiling.
With a few more thrusts of his hips, Sam's face crumpled in a grimace and Mark could tell he was pouring himself into Tomas, his hips frozen, then pushing with a few more, jagged thrusts. Something was happening in his cock that took over his whole body like a flood and he felt himself overflow into Tomas's mouth. Sam leaned in and pulled Mark's cock out of Tomas's mouth and into his own, spilling cum on Tomas's chest as it went in, the last few spurts Sam took in and swallowed.
Mark slid his cock from Sam's mouth and leaned down and kissed him, tasting the saltiness. He leaned further and licked the cum that spilled on Tomas's chest. Sam moved off Tomas and saw that there was cum all over his chest and belly. He chuckled. "You did that all on your own." He and Mark both sucked up the cum on his torso, licking his nipples and cleaning off his now softer dick that still leaked a little.
Sam lay his head on Tomas's chest, his body sliding in beside him on the sofa. Mark lay down as best he could on the other side, the three of them perched on the sofa, legs entwined. He put his hand on Tomas's soft cock, as it to protect it.
Tomas looked down and laughed. "You two are very convincing. Ok. Let's do it. Let's share a place."
Sam raised his head from Tomas's chest and smiled his best Sam smile, something Mark loved to see. It felt like the sun appearing on a cloudy day. Then Sam said "I don't know about anyone else, but I need to shower. If anyone wants to join, then that would be nice."
They all crowded into the shower. Mark felt a little self-conscious as it felt strange and almost artificial, but they soaped each other up and emerged clean and warm. Mark remembered he needed to send an email to his thesis advisor, so he sat in the living room at his computer and, when he was done and shut everything off, he came into the bedroom to find Sam and Tomas curled up together, asleep. He slid onto the bed and wrapped his arms around Sam, who moved back, nestling his ass into him, comfortable and safe. Mark fell asleep, a sleep that was better than he had had in weeks.
When he woke up, Tomas was sitting up with Mark's laptop and Sam was asleep.
Tomas looked down at him. "Good morning."
"It's kind of early for work."
"I'm looking at the apartment listings."
"Wow. You work fast."
"Well, I like to be on top of these kinds of things."
"I'm glad you're into it."
"Me too." He leaned down and kissed Mark, then turned back to his laptop. He lay his head on Tomas's shoulder and dozed off.