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Somewhere I Have Never Travelled 9
The two beds, they decided, would get pushed together. At least at night. They had agreed they were not quite ready to announce the fact they were in a relationship, so they would move them back in the morning, in case they had visitors. The morning after their return to campus, they lay in this makeshift double bed. Mark was staring at the ceiling, and Sam was draped around him, on his side, his head tucked into Mark's armpit. How can he be so relaxed? This was only the third night they had slept in the same bed. And even though their connection seemed to have been there for ages, this was something else. The physical proximity was...overstimulating? He hadn't slept well, kept waking and hearing Sam's breath in his ear, or slight sounds of his dreams, or feeling his arms tightly wound around him, and every so often, he felt almost panicky.
He lay for a while longer, however, feeling serene for now. This was worth all the angst and wondering over the last four months. They had decided not to have sex the previous night as Sam could tell he was not entirely comfortable. It was obvious really.
"What if our neighbours hear us?"
"Then they hear us. They're cool guys."
They had been lying together on Mark's bed, Sam nosing his neck, while Mark tried to read. He read a few more paragraphs. He felt like the Grinch talking to Max, his dog, about how happy the town was and how annoying that was. Am I a Grinch, he thought.
"I guess. I'm not used to this kind of...openness. I didn't expect it, even though this is exactly what I want. But I didn't expect this."
"Why do you think it's uncomfortable to be open?"
Bloody Sam and his perceptive questions! "Argh. I don't know. I guess living with my dad made me a very private person. I didn't want anyone to see in to my life...I never had friends over. I like to be in control of who gets in. You can see it, all of it and that's exactly what I want. But everyone else?"
"I get you. Rob and I were pretty secretive about our home life, and I don't just mean the things we got up to. Our parents were such a mess then that we pretended to everyone else that they were amazing parents but we never asked people over either."
Mark looked at his open face, and wondered, tried to imagine those two scared teenagers who weren't sure what might happen. He leaned in and kissed Sam's head, tucking his arms around his waist, hooking his fingers in his belt loops. It felt easier to read now, and Sam was dozing, his breathing regular and his body still.
They had gone to a pub that night with some of their dorm friends and got a little tipsy, joking and laughing. The guys were cool and they all knew about Mark's sexuality, but Sam? It wasn't clear. But they new that he and Sam were tight, which felt nice. Mark was drinking his beer slowly, the buzz from Sam's pipe they had smoked before coming still making things a little hazy. He turned to Matteo, who was sitting beside him.
"What's James up to these days. He came upstairs today and seemed a bit...weird. James is never weird, right?"
Matteo laughed a little, sipping his beer. "Yeah, something's up with him. I think your boy's brother has thrown a wrench into his works."
"My boy...oh. Right. So you know...about us?"
Matteo almost spat out his beer. "You think we all don't know? Poor kid. You come back from Christmas break and the both of you are all smiles and whispers and shy little looks. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for it, but you two should get a room...oh wait, you already have one!" and laughed and slapped Mark on the back. Mark took a moment to process this and he could feel his face burning, and felt uncomfortable that everyone at this table probably knew. He swallowed,
"Well, anyway...so Rob and James. I can see that happening."
"Yeah, you would think so, but James has this I-don't-need-heteronormative-values-to-influence-my-sexual-freedom-thing which, in the end, keeps him sexually satisfied, but...lonely, I guess."
Mark thought of the night they spent together which seemed so long ago. He took a big sip of beer and looked around at his friends, wondering about James.
Once the beds were together and the sheets arranged, Sam flopped back on a pillow, burping quietly. He reached for his pipe and filled it, taking a big puff and handing it to Mark. He looked at him, seemed to be assessing something. He blew out a cloud of smoke. "So when I...I fuck you...do you feel out of control?"
Mark was sitting looking at his phone, but looked up sharply. "When you...oh. No, I don't because...I have control over how it's going to happen. And because I already trust you."
"Hmmm. So if I was somebody you didn't know well, that would feel out of your control?"
"Something like that. Why?"
Sam had begun stroking his leg gently, so softly that Mark didn't realize it until he felt a hand on his cock, which was getting bigger.
"What are you doing...oh." and he looked down at the hand on his now rigid cock, rubbing it slowly, exploring the tip with his thumb. "You better be prepared to finish what you started..."
"I have an idea."
"You always have ideas...and I generally like them."
"Yeah, but this one's a bit...different. For both of us."
"Now you're scaring me. I'm not ready for an orgy with the swim team..."
"Oh, that sounds fun!"
"Yeah, well..."
"No seriously. I was thinking...well, actually...I was kinda fantasizing what it would be like if you fucked me."
There was silence in room. He could hear the ticking of the ancient radiator, the sound of snow crystals against the window. He looked down at Sam, still massaging him, still looking up at him. Was he ready to do that? He was barely used to taking Sam's length in...but there was something a little exciting in the idea.
"Really?"
"Yeah. I want to try it, part of me really wants to try it. What do you say?" and as he finished he leaned forward and began to slowly suck Mark, just the head, just the place where the juice had begun to flow into his mouth. Mark groaned and watched his cock disappear into Sam's mouth. He touched Sam's jaw, caressing.
"You want to try that?"
"Mmm, hmmm."
"I've never...."
Sam lifted his head up. "Me neither. I did some internet research cause I felt weird asking Rob. So I did some preparations earlier when I had a shower. I'm all ready." He seemed proud.
"Wow. When you find something new, you are a quick study. I think you've done more research than I have." He leaned down and kissed Sam a few time, little pecks. Sam grinned then began sucking him again. Mark lay back with a long moan as Sam starting taking him down deeper and a little faster. Mark looked down at him again trying to think while feeling so much pleasure. He thought about the idea of control. If he fucked Sam, who was in control? But that's different than people around them hearing them having sex, wasn't it? But Matteo said they all knew anyway, so what did it matter? He moaned as Sam took him down deeper. This could be interesting. Mark opened his eyes and looked at him again. "Ok, let's do it."
Sam immediately got up and grabbed his lube with a smile. He handed it to Mark. "We'll figure this out together..." and Mark opened the lube and put some on his fingers. "Is that enough...for you, I mean?"
"Let's find out."
Mark hesitated, then brought his hand to Sam's ass, to his muscled, amazing ass. He smeared lube on his hole, then, his inner demon finding this exciting, began to finger him. "Not too fast..." Sam said intently as if he was thinking really hard. "But this feels nice..."
"Yeah, right?" and they kissed, Mark leaning in, his finger still inside him, exploring. "Put another finger in."
Mark did, and they continued kissing, remembering how Rob did it for him, remembering the care that Rob took and he wanted this for Sam. He began pushing his finger in and out, twisting it around. He leaned down and licked Sam's now dripping cock, tasting the saltiness, the intensity. Sam's cock jerked on its own, pumping more fluid into his mouth. He added a finger. Thanks, Rob, he thought. You were a good teacher.
With three fingers exploring places he did not think he would explore, Sam said. "That is so fucking hot..."
"Did you and Rob ever...no. We shouldn't talk about that right now, should we."
"Maybe not. But no, we didn't. Keep going...it feels so good to have you inside me. I want more."
Mark thought for a second and realized what Sam meant. He slid his fingers out, lubed up his aching dick and brought himself forward, spreading Sam's bent legs to the side and pushing his cock right at the entrance of him, right inside him and just stayed there. Sam breathed and looked into his face, a little smile at the corner of his mouth. Sam wrapped his arms around his back and pushed, encouraging him, so he began to push a little more and his cock began to slide in and Sam closed his eyes, focused on the intense internal experience of Mark's cock inside him. He shook his head and Mark pushed a little more, then a little more. He could feel each centimetre of Sam caressing his cock with unbelievable intensity.
"Fuck, you feel so amazing. I could stay here all night."
"Maybe you will," and they kissed again, briefly, eagerly. Mark felt the hair around the base of cock meet Sam, meet him right at the depth of him. He stopped and looked into Sam's face. "This ok?"
"Most certainly. I can't believe you're there, in me like this." He slid his hands down Mark's back to his ass and began to push on him for more. Mark began to push forward, beyond where they had just been, then slid out slowly, almost all the way. He did this a few times, almost too slow and it was intense. They kept kissing, never losing eye contact. His hips seemed to find a bit of energy, so the sliding in, then out, almost to the tip of his hardness, then in again, all the way until they seemed to be connected, and Sam gasped each time, between kisses, and Mark felt his hand slide between them where Sam found his own cock.
"Here, let me..." and his gently moved Sam's hand away and took his slippery cock in one hand, slowly jacking it in time with his thrusts which had begun to pick up speed and his hole become more relaxed, taking him in, welcoming him in as his body pushed a little faster, a little stronger, their kisses become more urgent, their breathing less regular, less easy.
"This is so intense..." Mark finally said, still pumping, still staring into those eyes.
"You're not kidding," and Sam began kissing with more energy as Mark sped up, feeling the length of his cock as it became almost mechanical in its speed, rigid in its intensity as he pumped and gasped, his legs getting a bit tired, almost too distracted by the heat to kiss, but they kept kissing, their tongues exploring, and Sam began to push back somehow, meeting his thrusts with his own, and they jammed themselves into each other, their eyes locked, their lips sometimes meeting, sometimes parting.
"Oh fuck, you are so....fucking....amazing...." and Mark began to laugh a little, small sounds of happiness between gasps, and Sam smiled up at him, eager and breathless, Mark's thrusts seemed to reach up his spine, up his own cock, still slick in Mark's fist, leaking everywhere, making them slide together at the centre of them, slide together, and the rhythm increased again, Mark began to be lost in his demon, his demon that had wanted this release his whole life, his release into someone else, with someone else, not alone, not in his head, but here, in this pulsing, aching gaze that he could not look away from and he felt the tumult in the back of his cock, somewhere between his balls and his base,
"I'm nearly there, Sam. I'm...nearly....there..."
Sam's smile grew bigger and sweatier, and he kissed him more hungrily and leaned back once more,
"Let's slow down..." and reached for Mark's sides, holding his thrusts a little and Mark took down the rhythm, leaning his head on Sam's shoulder, a slower thrusting feeling like a rest, his cock comfortably sliding in. He looked down at Sam's cock in his hand. It had a long string of shiny liquid from the end that flowed down in a think stream onto his stomach. Mark took his other hand and gathered it up on his fingers and brought them up to Sam's mouth who sucked eagerly with a little moan.
"Such a dirty boy...your innocence is just a front."
"Yeah, it's my superpower, " and he took some more of Sam's precum onto his fingers and brought it his own mouth, closing his eyes at the taste, the taste which fuelled an increase in the speed of his hips as his cock began driving a little faster again, and he pumped Sam's cock a little more intensely, a little more insistently. They kissed, sharing the animal taste of themselves as his thrusts got deeper and a little faster, the sweat from his brow slid into his eyes, stinging, but only serving to make him want to push even harder yet, and Sam began to gasp in little bursts, his cock becoming a bit pink in Mark's hand, driving Mark forward, into him with each movement of his hips, forward, and they kissed and a burning sheet of pleasure started at the very tip of Mark's cock and washed outward in all direction.
And an explosion went of in him, his whole body began to tremble as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over him and into Sam and he stopped, rigid, gasping as he shot his life through his cock into Sam who took it, and Sam began to cum in big sloppy blasts into Mark's hand, over and over as Mark pumped ever more into his ass, and Mark, looking down at the masses of cum, just laughed, as the cum slowed, and he kissed Sam, who was gasping at Mark's hand on him. He too looked at his cock. Mark sat up a little, moving his aching back, still in Sam, who scooped up some of his cum and brought it to Mark's mouth who licked it off, then brought some more to his own mouth, licking his hand clean.
"You did that the first time we...played...with your own cum -- or was it mine? You had me in that moment."
Sam laughed. "My little kink didn't scare you off."
"Oh, on the contrary." He lay back, his cock sliding from Sam with a sticky sound. A little trail of cum slid from Sam's ass and Mark leaned down, his demon in full control, and licked it up.
"Fuck. What have you done to me?" and he laughed.
"Nothing you didn't want to do, you brat."
"Did you mind that I mentioned you and Rob?"
Sam looked up at him intently as if not sure of the answer. "No." Then a pause. "No. What Rob and I got up to back then, it was...I don't know. Not like this. We were so young, it was like we were comforting each other, or...like distracting each other. Sure, we got off, but that was almost...incidental? When he left for university, it was almost a relief. And by then our parents had begun to figure their shit out, so that helped. No. What you and I just did," and he took Mark's head in his hands and drew it down, kissing him several times firmly, deeply, "is not the same thing at all. Not at all."
Mark lay down beside Sam, taking his sticky hand in his and kissing the side of his head. "I wonder what the neighbours do think...?"
"Shit. Who knows. Maybe they're turned on. Want me to ask?"
"No! Geez." and Sam laughed, nudging his chin into Mark's shoulder, kissing him softly.
"I know it's cheesy to say after sex, but I do love you. Is that ok?"
"You know Mark, it's cheesy because we all want to say it and hear it. You can say that any time you want. I wanted to say it too, that I love you, there in the middle of all that effort." He looked to his side then sat up and lifted a leg. "We're going to have to wash these sheets...I mean...right away."
Mark looked down at the mess they had made. "I suppose you're right. I'll go buy a backup set for times like this."
"Ever the practical one. That is one of the things I totally love about you, and will benefit from."
"Someone's got to."
He turned to Mark and leaned down. "Thanks. For that. For all this. I'm sorry it took me so long to clue in."
He looked into those clear eyes. "Everything seems to be working out just fine, don't you think?"
"Yup. Now let's look into that laundry cause these sheets are going to be flaky and weird really soon," and he kissed Mark again, and jumped out of bed.