Somewhere I Have Never Travelled

Somewhere I Have Never Travelled 24

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The fall passed quickly, and Rob, who was busy with his job and, despite the fact that he didn't like it very much, decided to do it well. He could't figure out what else he could do. It helped that James seemed to have settled down, seemed to be believing that being with Rob was not some kind of conventional servitude, or a prelude some relational disaster that, now that James had told him about how his father treated him, he understood better.

The two of them were driving to the Laurentians for Christmas and they were to pick up Mark and Tomas on the way. Sam was driving from Halifax.

Rob was curious about the three of them. James had told him that they had some kind of arrangement. A loose kind of ongoing threesome. He was surprised at Mark wanting this, but it was obvious Sam would be open to almost anything. He thought about their past for a moment and how strange and lonely and intense it had been.

He heard James's voice beside him. "What are you thinking about?"

"Oh, a bunch of things. The past with my brother -- you know, when our parents were at their worst. About Sam and Mark and Tomas. It sounds like a seventies movie title...anyway. Lots of things.

James took his hand. "I didn't bring MDMA this time, if you're worried."

Rob looked at him and burst out laughing. "Too bad! That might have been fun."

"True. But complicated."

They stopped in front of the duplex were the three lived and he honked the horn. Mark came out with a big backpack and some other bags, Tomas right behind him.

He got out and opened the trunk for them. "Are you coming for a month?"

Mark looked embarrassed. "I know, I know. But Sam asked me to bring some things for him, and I've got gifts and food, and wine..."

Tomas put his bag in the trunk, then turned to them. "And way too much clothing."

"I couldn't decide."

Tomas rubbed Mark's back for a moment. "So you brought everything. I get it."

Rob was struck again by the easy intimacy the two of them had. It was kind of fascinating.

Once in the car, Rob said, "This is a long drive, so anyone who wants to take over from me, let me know." He arranged to switch with Tomas in a few hours, then they got on their way.

They arrived by dinner time, driving through snow much of the way, but by the time they reached the house, it was clear. Sam was already there and when they came in, a fire was blazing and music was playing. They could smell food cooking.

Sam came out of the kitchen and wrapped Mark in his arms for a moment, kissing him. They he turned to Tomas and embraced him warmly, kissing him, then turned to Rob, his smile as big as ever.

"Hey bro." He hugged him. "How was the drive?"

"Fine. The roads were good, despite the snow."

James kissed him on the cheek and put his arm around Rob, saying, "I can smell good things from the kitchen."

Sam looked pleased. "Well it's that time of year." He picked up some of Mark's bags. "Let's get everyone settled upstairs."

Rob noticed that Sam, Mark and Tomas were to sleep in the master bedroom which had the biggest bed. He was struck by how easy they were with each other, and didn't seem to want to define what was going on with the three of them. He looked forward to talking with Sam about it all.

Over dinner at the big table, they all talked easily and drank wine and listened to music. Sam produced his pipe and soon they were all feeling very mellow. Sam was lying with his head in Mark's lap, and Tomas was sitting on the floor between Mark's knees.

At one point James looked at him, gesturing with his head to the stairs. He smiled and said, "Hey kids, James and I are going to retire. I'm beat."

Mark looked at them, and said, "Good night, boys,"

They went upstairs and into their room which was at the other end of the hall from the master bedroom    which, he realized, was a good thing, since he didn't want to hear what was going to be happening in that room, as much as it fascinated him.

James pulled him on the bed, and they kissed for a while, feeling each other's bodies. He pulled his sweater off, then his t-shirt, and pulled off James's. They lay together, just running their hands over their chests. James finally spoke,

"Those three are fascinating. There is a little part of me that would like to be a fly on the wall in that bedroom."

"I know. It's interesting. Who gets to do what?"

"You really have been thinking about this, haven't you?"

Rob felt a bit sheepish. "Is that strange, given it's my brother and all who's involved?"

"I don't know about strange, but it's kind of a turn on to wonder how they...well...figure things out."

James slid his hand into Rob's pants and grabbed his cock, which was hard. "You are turned on. Tell me what you imagine?"

Rob felt uncomfortable because he was thinking about something else. He had never told him the full extent of what he and Sam had got up to as teenagers. He realized he felt a bit of shame about it, that somehow it was unresolved. Was it something he could share with James? Did he need to?

Rob cleared his throat. "I'm going to tell you something that you can never tell anyone else, especially Mark, although I wonder if he knows."

"This sounds ominous."

"No...it't not like that. Sam and I...well, when our parents were drunk as fuck all the time and treating each other terribly...Sam and I learned how to take comfort...in each other. Sexually, I mean."

James was just watching him, his expression neutral. Then he said, "I kind of wondered. Not that anyone said anything, but you remember the last time we were here with them. You two were...kind of intense with each other. I seem to recall you sucking his dick for a moment, if you don't mind the bluntness. And before that Sam licked your cock. So I knew there was something in your past."

"You're right. Is that fucked up?"

"No, it's not fucked up. I had a friend in high school who had sex with his brother all the time. I think these things happen and as long as it's not a power thing, or abusive or involve children, then who am I to say it's wrong." He moved down to Rob's pants and opened them, then pulled his underwear down. He jacked Rob's cock for a moment, as if considering something. He looked back at Rob. "And, frankly, it's kind of a turn on to imagine you and Sam. Tell me what you two did?"

James was rubbing his cock, leaning down and licking it, tasting him, which felt electric. Part of him didn't want to say, but another part of him did. "We started just jerking each other off. We were young....oh fuck, that's intense." He watched James's mouth suck him in. "But when things got really bad, it was almost like we wanted a way to block out the fighting. One day I just leaned over and started sucking him...I didn't think about it. But it sure distracted us. He sucked me afterwards. We started doing it all the time, whenever we had a chance.

James slipped his cock out of his mouth and looked at him. "You were soothing each other, or something. It makes sense. But I like the idea of you sucking you brother off. That's really...amazing."

"It was intense. We knew we were breaking all the rules, but we couldn't stop."

James went back to sucking him down, and he put his hands on James's head so he could drive himself deeper into his throat. James sat up and undid his pants, slipping them off. He positioned his cock above Rob's face and Rob managed to engulf him with his mouth. James moaned on his cock and drove his hips forward into Rob's mouth. James rose up on his hands, releasing Rob and started to drive himself into Rob's mouth. It felt like a reversal of something with James in control this time, but Rob liked it, it felt primal and unexpected. It felt like a balance was being struck as James poured himself into his mouth with a gasp.

Rob swallowed and pushed James off him and flipped him over. "Now it's my turn."

James stared up at him, waiting. Rob reached down behind him to his back bag and brought out some lube which he applied to James on his fingers, and then to himself. He slid forward and all the way in, and it felt like James was welcoming his cock into him. He stared down at James intensely and James looked back at him, then said, "Did you ever do this? Did you ever fuck?"

Rob knew the question would be coming. "No," was all he could say and he began to drive himself into James, who took it, and they both continued to stared at each other. James mouth was open a little as if he was going to say something. They didn't speak while Rob slid into him a few times, and then, his voice low and almost a whisper, he said "But I wish I had. I always wanted to, but it just never happened."

James smiled a little and Rob realized it wasn't lustful or mocking. It was the smile of someone who had been waiting to hear something all along. James leaned up and kissed him very softly. He didn't say anything, but just seemed to accept it, accept him. And the fucking seemed to be a part of it, since to Rob it had never felt so easy to be inside James, to be deep in him and the feeling was so intense that an explosion happened before he even knew there was something to detonate, but detonate it did, a powerful surge from his body and he froze, almost in agony the pleasure was so intense.

He collapsed onto James, gasping, his cock still deep within him and he felt like it was just holding him, as James was holding him, his arms wrapped around him. They were sweaty and he could smell the earthy scent of their bodies. He began to kiss James deeply, exploring his mouth with his tongue, tasting him as if for the first time. James responded in kind. Rob leaned back and looked into his eyes that were so blue and cool. "It's almost unbelievable to me that you are here, that I am lying here with you like this, still inside you. It feels very safe."

James eyes filled and tears ran down into his hair. "It does feel almost unbelievable. But I'm starting to believe it." He reached back and grabbed Rob's ass and pulled him, as if trying to make him go deeper. Rob, still hard, responded by starting to fuck him again, more slowly, but more smoothly, his cum making everything feel soft and liquid. James kissed him and their tongues met a few times. They felt each other's breath and Rob began fucking deeper and harder. It seemed to take a long time, and to Rob it felt like only a moment at the same time.

He felt a less intense, but powerful surge in his body and he emptied himself again into James and he finally managed to say, "I've never felt this close to someone before." James was flushed and Rob saw something new in his eyes that he had only glimpsed before, something that, during the time when he didn't see him, he wasn't sure James could embody. It was an openness. An openness he desperately craved. And here it was.

Sam watched the two go up the stairs, amazed at how far they had come. There was a kind of stillness to James he didn't recognize but it clearly made Rob happy, for he looked happier than he had in a long time. Whatever happened during the time they didn't see each other and that day in The Perking Lot where he had worried he had come down too hard on James, had been transformative. Something had changed.

He looked up at Mark, admiring his stubble. "You look good with a little scruff." He reached up and touched his face. Mark smiled down at him. He took one of Sam's fingers in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.

Tomas turned to them. "Rob seems...calm, or something. And James. Those two seemed to have worked something out."

Mark stroked Sam's hair and said, "You're right. I think they have.

Tomas touched Mark's chin. "I agree with Sam, you look really good with a bit of scruff."

"Geez, all this praise."

Tomas turned and rested his chin on Mark's leg. "Enjoy it."

Sam looked down at him, thinking. "We're going to tell those two that Mark and I are getting married. I don't think they will be surprised, because James is convinced we're conventional and boring, but my brother might be." He thought for a moment about their history. "But I think he'll be happy."

Mark started playing with Sam's shirt buttons. "And I want you to be my best man, Tomas."

Tomas blushed, but looked pleased. Sam was looking at the fire which was blazing and the room was warm. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm getting warm." He stood up and unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, then his jeans. He realized he was wearing bright red briefs and he laughed, "I forgot I was wearing these." He slid them off and tossed them at Mark.

Tomas laughed, "You're naked...and hard. What a surprise."

"Well, I don't want to be the only one."

Mark stood up and undressed, and Tomas joined him. By this point Sam was sitting on the floor close to the fireplace, his legs extended so his feet were close to the hearth. His cock was rigid and he was idly stroking it. Tomas came and stood by him, reaching down and caressed Sam's hair. Mark stood beside him, his arm on his ass.

Sam looked up and saw their cocks were rigid. He got on his knees and took one in each hand, exploring them, then cupped their balls, and, moving closer, sucked the head of each cock, enjoying the pungent aroma coming off them, tasting a little salt. Mark and Tomas had started kissing, their tongues duelling, then Tomas kissed his way down Mark's neck, sucking his nipples, then continuing down and knelt beside Sam on the floor. Their lips met and as Sam continued to jack Mark's cock slowly, and he felt that he and Tomas were trying to devour each other.

Mark knelt down and joined the kiss, all three tongues entwining. Then he stood up again and Sam sucked his cock in. Tomas got down on the floor and licked Sam's balls, jacking his cock, then swallowing him down to the root. Sam was moaning into Mark, who was holding Sam's head and starting to push into his mouth. Over and over he drove himself into Sam, so deep his balls hit Sam's chin.

Sam could tell he was getting close as Mark was breathing in little gasps, and his cock was becoming more rigid in his mouth. He pulled himself off Mark, and said, "Cum on Tomas's ass so I can fuck him."

Mark's eyes widened and he smiled. He straddled Tomas who was still sucking Sam and jerked himself quickly, moaning and then with a sharp gasp, he aimed his cock on Tomas, resting the head of his cock between his ass cheeks and spewed cum in between. Tomas came off Sam's cock as Sam moved behind him. He looked at the little pool of cum and slid his cock in it and soon it was entirely wet with Mark's cum. With one of his hands, he started pushing cum into Tomas's asshole, taking more and more on his fingers and slipping it in.

Once he felt it was all slippery enough, he leaned forward and slid his cock into Tomas who groaned, "Fuck, that's amazing!"

Mark got on the floor in front of them and began kissing Tomas as Sam began to fuck him, at first slowly, then sped up and drove himself into Tomas. He looked up at Mark and smiled, his face sweaty in the warmth of the room. Mark seemed serene and the feel of Tomas's body underneath him felt solid and true. He reached out and pulled Mark to him, kissing him. Tomas began licking Mark's cock which was still semi-hard and still drooling.

Sam wanted to keep this up all night, but knew he was close and with a few more intense thrusts he felt himself unload into Tomas, his whole body seeming to explode and he gasped into Mark's mouth. Mark moved to the side and as Sam pulled himself out of Tomas, he watched Mark push his mouth into Tomas's ass, and he could hear him slurping.

"What's got into you tonight? You never do that."

Tomas laughed. "Don't make him stop, it feels amazing."

Mark leaned back, his chin and lips wet with cum. Sam kissed him and pulled their bodies together. Tomas stood up and said,

"This won't take long," and he slid his cock in between their lips a few times. "Who wants it?"

Mark just engulfed his cock and Sam could tell Tomas was pumping cum into him. Sam went to the sofa and lay down, watching the two as Mark swallowed, stood up, and kissed Tomas.

They both came to the sofa and sat so that Sam's head was in Tomas's lap and his legs in Mark's. They were silent for some time, just watching the fire and letting their bodies cool down. Tomas was running his hand through Sam's hair. He leaned down and kissed Sam very softly. "I've missed this."

"So have I," and he looked at Mark who slid over and lay down beside him, both of their heads in Tomas lap. He kissed Mark for a while as Tomas caressed their heads. Tomas finally said,

"We three work well together, don't we?"

Sam looked up at him. "We do. I never expected it, but I'm sure glad it happened."

Mark nuzzled his face into Sam and was soon asleep. Sam looked up at Tomas who had leaned his head back on the sofa, his eyes closed. Sam began to get dozy, but not before thinking how amazing it was to be so close to both men. Not in the same way, but close nonetheless. He pulled Mark closer to him and soon he was asleep.

Some time later, Sam woke and the fire was almost gone. He gently pulled Mark up and Tomas's eyes opened. "Let's go to bed."

The three went upstairs and crawled into the big bed.

No one woke early the next morning. The house was silent, as silent as the woods around them. The snow had stopped and everything was still and white. Sam finally woke up and saw it was nine, so he wrapped himself in his old dressing gown and went downstairs to make coffee. He decided to make pancakes and began to assemble the ingredients, remembering a recipe his father had taught him when he was small, in a moment of peace in an otherwise chaotic, frightening childhood.

He pulled out a frying pan and got some plates. He realized his robe was open, but since no one was up, so he didn't close it, enjoying the air on his body.

He was setting the table when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He looked up into Rob's eyes and realized Rob was staring at him, a strange look on his face. Then he remembered that his robe was open, so he was essentially naked. He decided not to care.

Smiling, he said "Good morning. How did you two sleep?"

"Like we hadn't slept for days. Really well. And you?"

"Like a log."

"Did you guys stay up for long?"

"Oh...a while. We spent some time in front of the fire...you know how it is."

Rob laughed, walking past him into the kitchen. As he passed, he said, "You're a bit of an exhibitionist this morning. I don't mind...but..."

"You don't mind, huh?" There was silence, then he did up his robe. Sam wondered what the feeling was in the room. It wasn't the first time. But preparing breakfast took precedence over history, so he continued working.

Once everyone finished their breakfast, Sam hit his coffee cup with a spoon in a mock-formal way. "Attention everyone, I have an announcement." He looked at Mark with his big smile. "It probably won't surprise you two," and he looked at Rob and James, "But Mark and I are getting married."

James face brightened. "I knew it. I knew there was something in the air."

Rob grinned and stood up and pulled both Sam and Mark to him in a big hug. "That's amazing. I'm so glad."

Mark looked pleased and put his arm around Sam. Tomas got up and kissed them both. "I already knew, but congratulations again."

Mark took Tomas's hand. "And you will be my best man, of course." Tomas beamed and kissed his hand.

Sam looked at Rob, "And my brother, I hope, will be mine."

Rob was clearly moved, and hugged Sam again. "Of course."

They sat for a while talking plans, and dates. Sam basked in the feeling of family, a feeling he had not grown up with. He looked at Rob, wondering about his relationship with James and what he thought about him marrying Mark. At one point they just looked at each other over the table, a quick look that seemed to carry the weight of history.