Somewhere I Have Never Travelled 27 Epilogue
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As weddings go, it was small and quiet. They were on the grounds of the university in a quiet neo-gothic courtyard in the sun. The four of them, Rob, Tomas, Sam and Mark stood at the front and their friends and family watched as the officiant did what officiants do. Sam and Mark both cried and James, sitting in the front row, rolled his eyes discreetly. Mark looked around at all the people witnessing something he never thought possible and not because he was gay, but because he had grown up believing he would always be alone. He wished he could jump back ten years and tell who he was then that this is where his life was heading.
The night before, Sam and he were in bed, wrapped up in each other. Tomas came into the room and slipped in beside them, curling up against Mark's back. "I know I've asked this before, but marriage isn't going to change this, is it?" Tomas sounded a bit uneasy.
Mark turned his head and kissed his nose. "No. It won't. Tonight we're here, with you and we don't want you to be anywhere else. Tomorrow we're getting married and then, tomorrow night, we're going to be back here again. Nothing will change."
Tomas kissed the back of his neck, snuggling closer, wrapping his arms around both of them. Mark felt safe and steady. He wondered what the future would bring for them. Especially Tomas. He was bound to meet someone and want to shift his focus away from them. He promised many times it wouldn't change that much. Even if they stopped sleeping together, he would still be present.
Mark could feel Tomas's cock thickening where it was tucked against his ass. He pushed back a little so the thickness could slip in further, nestled between his cheeks. His own cock was thickening against Sam's and they began to slowly rub up against each other. Sam turned and grabbed the lube that sat beside the bed and he handed it to Tomas without a word. Tomas leaned back and poured some on his cock, then his hand and slid some fingers deeply in to Mark, then, his fingers still in him, slid is hardness in beside them. Mark moaned into Sam's mouth as they kissed. Very slowly, almost lazily, Tomas began to fuck him and the three of them lay there enjoying the movement. Sam was caressing him with his cock and they slid together. Mark reached down and held them together so they could press harder.
Tomas was pushing harder into him, and Mark imagined life was like this, people pushing into each other, or pushing back, taking and receiving in equal measure. He could feel Tomas's breath on the back of his neck getting more intense, the exertion taking them from something relaxed to something with more urgency. He could feel the length of Tomas as if it was touching his whole body, and Sam leaned forward and kissed him, their cocks still sliding together, a kind of heat radiating from them that seem to be igniting each other ever further.
Sam leaned back, his voice a little desperate,
"Tomas...we want to taste you."
Tomas slid out of Mark and he moved so his cock was very close to their faces, his hand stroking himself quickly. Sam and Mark just watched him, then he gasped, "Ok"
Sam leaned up and took Tomas in his mouth as he came, and Sam swallow, then Tomas took his cock out, still pumping it and slipped it into Mark's mouth. He could feel cum still spurting, and Mark swallowed, feeling that Tomas had just given them something, marking something. He licked the end of Tomas's cock. Sam kissed him and as Mark continued to push his cock against his, holding them both in his fist, they both came, coating his hand, dripping on the bed. Tomas leaned down and licked some off Mark's hand.
He collapsed behind Mark again, sliding forward and his cock slid back inside him easily. Mark was almost surprised, but pleased. They slept soon after, and at one point he felt Sam pull the blanket up over them before he fell asleep, cradled in the comfort of their bodies.
The next morning they untangled themselves from each other and headed into the sun to celebrate.
Twenty-Five Years Later
Sam was on holiday and in the garden, weeding and pruning. He stopped every so often and basked in the spring sunshine. He had woken early and was enjoying the dawn, the dawn of their twenty-fifth anniversary. He could hardly believe the time had passed, and it felt like it passed quickly, but some days it felt like a thousand years.
He and Mark had had sex the night before. Lazy, intense sex that always seemed to be available to them, even if it didn't happen nearly as often as it did all those years ago. He listened to the birds and the quiet of the city, the same city they had met in, the same city they were married in, the same city in which they worked. They had never had to leave it again.
Tomas was coming over with Jack, his husband, to have a celebratory meal. One of Tomas's and Jack's two kids was going to university in the fall, something Sam was almost amazed at. How had that much time passed? As uncles, he and Mark had been central to them becoming the adult they were just becoming.
For many years, Tomas was sometimes travelling on concert tours, growing his performing career with his trio, travelling all over the world, making recordings. But when he met Jack at a cocktail party given by his record label, and it was obvious he was someone he wanted to make a life with, they bought a house three streets over from Sam and Mark.
Mark had decided he couldn't have children and Sam agreed, as their childhoods were hard enough without trying to make that of a child of theirs as little like their past as possible: it seemed too much. They had cats, and that seemed enough.
He remembered the conversation with Jack sometime into the second year of his relationship with Tomas. Apparently Tomas had asked him to explain a few things, since Jack was puzzled.
Sam remembers feeling a little uncomfortable, but also he felt very clear in what he had wanted to say.
"Well...you have to understand that Tomas is as much a part of our marriage as we are. I know it sounds strange, but somehow he was just there. I know you love him, and Mark and I have nothing but respect for you -- in fact we're getting quite fond of you -- but Tomas is part of us. He will be with you -- he is with you. He's so happy with you, happier than we've ever seen him with anyone. But there will be days when he will spend time with us. Maybe not sexual, maybe sexual, and he wanted me to tell you this in case you had any misgivings or your didn't understand something.
Jack looked at him, a kind of amazement on his face. "What an interesting arrangement. Fascinating, I think is a better word." Sam remembered he was a scientist. "But I respect your honesty. Tomas tried to explain it, but I didn't get it. I think now I do. So, if he does want to come and spend time with you two, is it, like, exclusive? I mean, can I come along, if he agrees?"
Sam remembers smiling and wrapping his arms around Jack. "Of course. If Tomas wants you here as well, then we welcome that. But I have a feeling there will be times when it's just the three of us. I hope that's all right."
Jack stood back, looking at Sam as if he hadn't met him before. Then Jack leaned in and kissed him. "You know, I think it's kind of great."
So that is what happened. Through all the years, the children, the work, the recordings, Tomas would come by about once a month and spend the night, sometimes two. At first they would have sex and sleep together, but gradually as they got older, the sex became a little less, the intimacy a little more. Sometimes Jack would join them, the four of them exploring each other. These days when Tomas spent the night, they would often just listen to music and fall asleep on the couch together, someone waking up and leading the other two into bed. If there was sex, it often happened in the morning, a quiet, comfortable something that the three of them would share.
Rob and James, living in Toronto, visited often and the six of them would usually have dinner and talk into the night.
Sam continued to pull weeds, the sun getting warm on his back. He heard the screen door open and footsteps behind him, then warm arms enveloped him from behind. "Good morning. How are things in the garden?"
Sam turned and kissed Mark. He leaned back, admiring his face, his almost grey hair. "Things in the garden are just fine." He kissed him again. "Is Tomas coming tonight?"
"He is. He's going to stay the night and Jack will come by tomorrow for dinner."
Sam smiled. "Good. I'm glad. I'm always glad when he comes over. It feels like the world is perfect. I know it isn't, but it's great to imagine, even for an evening, that it is."
Mark smiled back, ruffling his hair. "I'm going to make coffee."
Sam sat back on the lawn, hearing the blue jays above him, the wind soft in the new leaves and was amazed at how beautiful life was.
THE END