Somewhere I Have Never Travelled 8
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The drive home from Quebec was long, and snowy, and sleepy. The three didn't say much, but the energy in the car was relaxed. Sam drove most of the way, Mark beside him. Many times in the many hours of travel he looked at Mark with a kind of amazement and the familiar smile, and he reached for Mark's hand many times as if checking to see if it was still there.
Once at the university, Rob hugged them both and left them and their luggage to drag upstairs which to Mark felt a little like the first day he arrived there, the first day he met Sam.
Their room seemed small, almost grubby compared with the cabin in the mountains. They put away their clothes and Sam sat on his bed, watching Mark finish.
"This feels a bit...strange...being here with you," Mark finally said, sitting down next to him.
"Yeah, it kind of does," and he lay he his head on Mark's shoulder for a minute. Then he looked up and they kissed.
Mark began to feel a stab of anxiety "Are you ok?"
"Oh, I think so. No, I know so. But...I hadn't thought about what it would be like to be here, with you...now that we're...you know...with each other."
"You don't regret it...?"
"Not on your life!" and he leaned in to kiss Mark again. "Are you worried?"
"A little. I've never done this before. You've had girlfriends, you've been in love..."
"Yeah, but. This is different. This is a part of me I've only ever just played with, not actually...like...I don't know...loved with. That sounds weird."
"No, it doesn't." Now Mark was the one to kiss him. He leaned back, looking at the room, and the beds. "Like, where will we sleep?" and laughed.
"Right! Where will we sleep?"
They sat for a time, just looking at each other, smiling.
Rob drove away from the residence, not quite sure what to do. He felt strange and conflicted, and...a bit resentful. Of who? Sam and Mark seemed so happy, like people let out of prison, or something. And he had helped them get out of prison, which on the one hand felt good, but on the other felt like self-sacrifice. He had begun to feel a lot for Mark, and fast. But Mark was clearly not for him. And some resentment...Sam always seemed to get what he wanted, even if he didn't know he wanted it until people told him. Fuck.
He drove to the Perking Lot to get something to go, for the snowy drive back to the city. He was standing, waiting for his latte, when he realized someone was looking at him. He turned to a pair of light blue eyes, messy hair and a smile. He tried to remember his name.
"Hey...you're John?" And he cringed, knowing this was wrong.
"James. Nice to see you Rob. How's your brother?"
His coffee appeared, and he turned back to James. "Mind if I sit?"
"Sure. Just me and my coffee over here."
"Sam is fine. I mean, he's really fine."
"Wow. What happened?"
"Uh...his roommate, Mark...well...they had a kind of amazing holiday, well all three off us...but especially them...they kinda hooked up and fell in love all at once. Or I guess my brother realized he was in love, since Mark was already there...or something...does this make sense?"
James laughed and shook his head. "Sam, Sam, Sam. He's such a surprising guy. I wondered what was going on with those two. And Mark, what a sweetheart! It actually makes sense, so I guess I'm not surprised. Sam is kinda...what? Bi, I guess?
"Something like that." He sipped his coffee, looking at his hands. This was harder than he imagined, he realized.
"You look a bit...not ok. You have a thing for Mark...?"
"Is it that obvious?"
"Yeah, it is. You know, Mark and I...well we spent a bit of time together a while ago...before all this happened. He's really sweet. I think he will be good for Sam." He looked at Rob, who had turned away again. They didn't say anything for a minute. James' face brightened suddenly.
"Hey...are you headed to the city right now?"
"I'm just about to go."
"Can I come with? I need to get to my sister's place, and there's no way I can catch the train...it leaves in like...ten minutes?"
"Something like that. Sure. You need to grab some stuff?"
"That's awesome, thanks so much! Yeah, I need to get a few things from my room..."
"I'll drive us over."
Rob didn't know James very well at all, but after an hour in the car, began to feel comfortable and enjoyed his energy, his intelligence. Before Rob graduated, he had hung out with James and others a few times. Rob occasionally had thought it might be fun to hook up, but it had never happened and then he graduated. He thought of Sam suddenly, realizing how much was different between Sam's first year and second year. What's-her-name, which is what everyone seemed to call her, and now Mark.
They arrived in the city and Rob drove James to his sister's place downtown. Rob stopped the car and looked over at James who was regarding him with a half-smile. "You are a cool guy, Rob. Do you want to hang out sometime?"
He looked into the cool blue eyes. "That would be nice. How long are you in the city?"
"Until Wednesday. Do you want to grab dinner tomorrow?"
"Yeah, let's do it."
Their sushi was good, and their conversation kept them in the restaurant for some time. Rob was beginning to like this guy more than he expected and James seemed to respond, occasionally reaching across to place his hand on his in a way that didn't feel like a move, but just friendly.
After dinner, on the snowy street, they walked slowly, past the university, along tree-lined streets quiet with the insulation of snow. They talked easily of their plans for the future, their adventures in love and sex. James stopped to admire a lovely house, then turned and said,
"Sam and Mark. I wasn't expecting that."
"I thought I wasn't, but seeing them together over Christmas, saw how easy they are with each other, how cool Sam is with Mark's anxiety, it all makes sense. I guess Sam thought he was just playing around and love just kinda crept up and smacked him one."
James laughed. I suppose love can do that. He looked up at Rob for a moment, considering. He reached out and idly brushed something off his jacket.
"You want to come back to mine...for a drink...?"
"That sounds perfect..."
They both smiled at each other.
This comfort continued to Rob's sofa and some wine. James put his glass down and took Rob's glass and put it down. He leaned in and kissed him suddenly, Rob responding, their lips mashing against each other. Rob put his arms around him, kissing his neck, pulling up his sweater and rubbing his smooth back, finding the space where the little cleft of his ass met his back. James gasped into James hair.
"Bed..." was all Rob said and stood up. Before moving, he peeled his own sweater off, and his shirt and James kissed his chest, licking his nipples. Rob took his hand and lead him to the bedroom, giving him a little push on to the bed. James reached for Rob's pants, undoing the buckle of his belt, the zipper and yanked them down, underwear and all.
"I've always wanted to see that." and he engulfed him, tongue lapping, holding the base of his cock to steady himself as he swallowed Rob down, who groaned, and moved forward so he was kneeling on bed, while James sucked him. Rob reached down and pulled at James' sweater, pulling him off his cock, then throwing the sweater to the floor. James was slowly humping the bed as he brought Rob's hardness in and out of his mouth, tasting the salty tang, the slipperiness. Rob caressed his face and brought his hand to the base of his cock, giving it a little pump into James' mouth.
"You have done this before..." he whispered wickedly.
James made an 'mmmm' sound and kept going. Rob pulled his slick penis from James' mouth and reached forward and flipped him over so he could get at his pants. James pushed his hands away and undid them himself, almost desperately, hauling them down with his underwear and pitched them to the side. He sounded almost harsh.
"You know, I don't usually want this, but I really want you to fuck me."
Rob laughed. "That's fine with me, I want to fuck you." With that he leaned to the side of the bed and found some lube. He knelt between Jame legs, and slicked up his hole, sliding a finger in. "Are you not used to this?"
"Oh, I'm used to it, but I don't do it very often...so take me a bit slow."
"What do you do instead?" And another finger went in.
"Argh...I'm very fond of...ahhh, that feels amazing....I'm into cum...but right now I'm into what you're doing!"
He laughed again as James squirmed and he put another finger in. For a brief moment he remembered doing this to Mark...but the image past and he continued to slide in and out. James just watched his face and occasionally moaned. They watched each other, and Rob realized how startling James eyes were. Like the warmest ice.
He pulled out his hand, and moved forward, placing the head of his slippery cock right at his entrance and began to press, began to rock his hips gently. James closed his eyes and began to breath more heavily as the thickness began to push in more each time he rocked forward, and James opened slowly, letting the slick length in and then suddenly all the way in. Rob stopped moving. "OK?"
"That is very OK" and gasped again.
Rob began to move his hips into him, his cock into him and James enclosed around him, a little whimper under his breath. He opened his eyes with an invitation and Rob leaned forward, their lips at first just touching, then James tongue slipped into his mouth, the rhythm of Rob's thrusts matching the movement of his tongue, the feel of Rob's mouth, sharing the taste of each other as Rob's cock went deeper and a little faster, with a more insistent force, and Rob's breathing grew a little ragged around James tongue.
He pulled back and watched James' face which was flushed. Their eyes met with a kind of surprise, as if they had never been here before and to Rob it felt new, as he pumped a little faster, his hips a little more insistent, James asshole more slick, more open, his body almost hungry as the thrusts grew longer, and a bit jagged, and Rob could feel a little diamond of ecstasy find it's way from the head of his dick right up his spine. James watched his face, silently encouraging him, little gasps erupting from him with each, heavy shove from James cock, from his hips, his whole body.
They seemed to be moving together and the slickness of Rob's cock became more slick, more intense and the diamond at the head of his cock grew, and a tingle started in his balls, and the base of his cock and he gasped, "I think...I..." was all he could say as he almost choked into James neck, his body shuddering, his cock bursting, James pushing him back so he could start fisting his own cock, fast and hard and as the spurts from Rob subsided, he pulled out and leaned down, taking James in, pushing James hands away, and enclosing him in fist and mouth as James gasps went up an octave and his body began to tremble and he unloaded into Rob's mouth in jets, and Rob didn't even bother to swallow, he just kept pumping it out as it ran out of his mouth and onto his fingers, as the movements of his head slowed, he finally took a big swallow and lifted off James cock, which was slick and silky with cum. Rob finally gasped, as if he had been holding his breath.
"That was...amazing."
James laughed a little, still breathless. "I feel hollowed out...I feel filled up...I don't know what I feel!" and he leaned up to kiss Rob, tasting himself on Rob's lips, licking a few drops of his cum from Rob's chin.
"That's good. I wanted what you just did, but I also wanted that," and he kissed Rob again, licking himself off. Then he leaned back, pushing Rob up to his knees and he swallowed Rob's length, tasting himself again, tasting Rob, licking his balls, licking his way up Rob's stomach, then ending with his tongue in Rob's mouth who seemed almost paralysed, just watching him.
Rob lay down and James nestled himself into his side, his head on his chest. Rob caressed his face, and his hair, leaning in to kiss his brow, like a benediction.
James looked up at his face, which seemed bemused. "I don't let many people do that, you know."
"Well I'm glad you made an exception. I wish we had done this last year when it was more convenient," and he laughed into James' hair.
"I don't know why I didn't...well, make a move. I don't usually hold back when it comes to guys."
"Yeah, it seems like you've always been pretty...active? I heard the stories last year about your shower thing. You need to be careful."
"You mean I'm a slut. I suppose I am, but it's fun and now that we can, why not be free?"
"True enough..." and Rob stopped for a moment, just looking at his still sweaty face. "You ever, like...fall for a guy?" He could see James face tighten up a little.
"You mean I should find a man and settle dow, is that it?"
"Not at all. But it's still is an option, isn't it?"
James was silent and looked away into the dark room. He nestled into Rob's arms with a little sigh. "Let's just sleep. This is nice, so let's enjoy it." He closed his eyes and just lay there.
Rob watched him for a moment, then lay back, settling into the bed, enjoying the warmth. A little flutter of something passed through his stomach, ambiguous and faint. He listened to James breathe beside him.
Later, he woke in the early dawn and realized James was sucking him, and he lay in a half-sleepy daze of pleasure, hot and sticky, as James slowly pulled him in made him groan with his tongue swirling around his cock as he slowly pulled off, back and forth. He kept this up, occasionally rubbing his hands on Rob's belly, or grabbing his balls and pulling them down, which made his belly tingle and his cock jerk into James mouth, and he could feel the steady flow from his cock to James mouth as his pleasure notched up, his hips very slightly push up and back, and James meeting the rhythm, sucking a little faster, holding his dripping cock at the base so he could better pump his mouth on to it, swallowing him down, the tingling in his balls getting a bit stronger, the movements of his head a bit more determined, and Rob began to gasp lightly, with each movement, and he grabbed James head in both hands and began to be forceful, pushing his almost aching cock deeper and James moaned into his dick, the vibrations of his voice adding to the tingling that was growing. And it grew, and he jammed a little harder and James pumped a little faster.
Rob was almost crying with the need, and James seemed ready to take it, and pumped a few more times, gasped a few more times, the little fire in his balls beginning to travel out to his legs and the end of his cock as it hit the back of James' throat who continued to groan, and with one final pump upward and holding James' head even tighter, he felt the fire catch and seem to erupt out of cock into James mouth, over and over and he gasped a few times as James took it, swallowed it all with a louder sound of satisfaction and need.
Rob's hips came back to earth and James lay there, his slightly softer cock still in his mouth, and he sucked slowly and Rob could feel the last of him going into James mouth. He reached down and pulled James off his dribbling cock and pulled him up. They kissed slowly, Rob tasting himself, and they looked at each other for a moment. James finally looked away, and slid a bit lower, curling himself around him like a cat. Rob reached down to James cock and realized he had cum all over himself and he laughed softly. James just said "Yeah. I'm good." Rob pulled himself back and down, taking a few licks of James cum, a few tastes of the globs that seemed all over the place, then he lay back with sigh. They both drifted off soon after.
The light in Rob's bedroom grew, and Rob watched as it moved slowly across James' face which was relaxed and his mouth a little open, breath coming slow and serene. The heat of of the sun brought a warm smell of sweat and sex and comfort. He wrapped his arms around James as if he had just found him there, with a kind of amazement. As much as Mark had an openness that was hard to resist and a pent up hunger that he was finally satisfying, he suddenly found this placid scene a bit easier. They were a little older, had more experience of pain and pleasure and somehow this felt...comforting?
James seemed easy to know, but hard to understand. But he wanted to understand him, he realized. He thought of the hurt and even the resentment at Sam abate a little, even though he had told himself a thousand times that Sam had done nothing but be himself, and the same with Mark. Those two were so much themselves. It was kind of annoying.