U-N-I Ch. 31 - Coming Home

After placing his bowl on the coffee table like I had mine, he began rubbing my bare feet for a few moments and I just enjoyed the massage.

Then Rob grabbed both my legs, stood up and placed them back down on the couch. He picked both our bowls up and went to put them in the dishwasher. As he was doing this, I decided to listen to a different style of music so I stood up to change what was playing. Rob came back before I had enough time to select something else, he gently wrapped an arm around my waist and suggested we go to bed.

I smiled as he caressed my hand and made me follow him. Before we began walking upstairs, I stood behind him and wrapped my arms around his body. I kissed his cheek and squeezed him tighter, needing to feel close to him.

"So, if we're not having sex on the couch, then we're having sex on our bed?"

"Not necessarily," he smirked, "what d'you have in mind?"

I giggled,

"Tell me, when was the last time we had sex somewhere other than a bed?" I asked playfully.

He let out a short laugh,

"Mmm, good question," he turned around.

I didn't want to let go of him so I planted a kiss on his lips and continued holding him tight; I also tried to remember the last time we had sex somewhere other than a hotel bed never mind our own.

"I guess, the spa in Vegas? So, like a month ago," he said.

"What do you think that is in gay years?" I smiled.

Rob laughed,

"Yeah, you're right, we have to be careful," he said, playing along, "I mean, first it's only on the bed, then it's only weekends in the dark and before we know it, we don't touch each other at all anymore!"

"Yeah, I think we're still a little bit away from that day but..." I left my sentence unfinished.

Rob looked up the staircase before he spoke,

"I guess we'll have plenty of time to have sex on our bed again."

"My thoughts exactly," I murmured and gently pressed my lips against his cheek, and then his lips, my kisses growing in intensity as I pulled him into me.

I had no idea why it happened but the way we kissed lit a fire inside us. He looked intently into my eyes and tingling sensations rippled through my body as he sensually brushed his lips against mine.

His hands moved up to my shoulders, and my kisses drifted down to his gorgeous neck as my hands lightly caressed his back. Before I knew it he was tugging at my clothes, pulling my shirt off me and undoing my jeans. He lifted my cock out of my underwear and quickly worked to get me hard. He dropped to his knees and I felt him pushing my boxers and jeans lower. I lifted my legs one at a time so that he could pull them off, leaving me in my nakedness. He began sucking me, taking me down to the base, moaning ever so slightly.

I enjoyed his mouth on me for a short moment but quickly urged him off the ground and he jumped up, pulling off his own shirt, revealing his taught, lightly furred chest. I started nibbling at his right nipple, and I heard him sigh contentedly. I loved his nipples, they were a perfect medium size, and they responded immediately to any stimulation. I quickly moved to the other nipple, my hands grasping his biceps or pecs.

I made him take a few steps backwards so he could sit at the bottom of the stairs and then I lowered my mouth onto his abdomen. A tiny trail of hair descended slightly down the middle from his chest, and then disappeared, only to faintly reappear as a sparse line flowing down from his navel. With my tongue I could feel his individual abdominal muscles.

He smiled at me and I raised myself up to crush my lips against his. I slid my hand inside his trousers, feeling his throbbing member. He reached down, undoing them and somehow getting out of them.

I grasped his penis in my hand and pulled it away from his body. He moaned as I moved my hand up and down his pole and then kissed my way down his chest. When I got down to his cock, I rubbed it against my lips, and then slowly closed my mouth over the head. I traced the ridges of his member with my tongue, lowering myself on it more and more. I was just thinking about how painfully hard my own cock was when I felt Rob's hand trying to rub my erection. I moved back up and we pressed our naked bodies together.

Had it been so long since we'd had impromptu sex, I wondered to myself, or was this a way of starting the next chapter of our lives?

Either way, I knew he wanted and needed me as much as I needed him. My thoughts were replaced with pure physical pleasure as we kissed some more and rubbed our erections together, I felt his hands lift me off of him as he turned himself over. I looked down at his perfect, smooth ass and immediately kissed his lower back and then his cheeks, rubbing them with my hands. His legs opened a little wider allowing me to lick at the skin between his balls and anus. I applied pressure to the area with my tongue and I heard a soft whimper.

"Mark," I heard him call softly.

I looked up at him, "You want me to..."

"Yes," he sighed, "please, can you just fuck me?"

I knew where we had left a bottle of lube in the living room so I quickly went to fetch it.

When I came back Rob was facing me again as he leant back on the staircase. I opened the bottle of lube and squeezed the warm liquid onto my hand. He bent his knees and spread his legs and I brought my hand to his hole, enticed by its heat, sliding my finger inside.

"Oh, that's good," he sighed, his head rolling back.

The walls of his anus gripped my finger and, realising that I shouldn't keep him waiting any longer, I used some of the lube on my cock then leaned over him, feeling him draw his legs up even further so that my cock brushed up against his hole. Using my hand as a guide, I pushed myself inside him, hearing Rob groan underneath me. His hands reached up, grabbing my ass, quickly pushing me all the way inside and I relished the feeling of my cock sliding into him.

"Oh, fuck, baby." Rob cried, his eyes closing, "That's it!"

I started rocking my hips, supporting my weight with my hands and arms on the stairs.

"God, I love you," I said, thrusting inside him.

"I love you too," he smiled, "fuck me."

Rob let out a loud groan and I could see the precum dribbling out of his long, hard cock. I gently fucked his ass, I didn't slam into him or even withdraw a large amount of my cock before pushing forward again. We'd found a slow rhythm that we both seemed to be enjoying then I felt Rob's desire to pick up the pace a bit.

"I wanna turn around," he said, lightly pushing me away from him.

My cock slid out of him and he flipped over, lifting his ass up in the air, his knees resting a few steps below his elbows.

I placed my hands on his ass, pulling his cheeks apart, exposing his inviting hole.

I dripped the lube onto his hole and he moaned again, contracting his love muscle. I then applied some more lube to my cock and brought it to meet his hole and started sliding into him again. It amazed me how easily Rob would always receive me, even when I wasn't particularly gentle with him.

I played with his hole a little, pushing half my length inside him and then pulling out completely, I repeated the action a few times, resisting the urge to go deeper as I heard Rob whimper. Then I watched my cock disappear inside his chute and my whole body shuddered when I fully entered him and I laid my chest on top of his back, my arms on either side of him.

Rob began meeting my thrusts with his own, quickly becoming more and more vocal and passionate,

"Oohh, feels so good." he panted. "Fuck me."

We moved faster and faster and I brought my hand down underneath him to grasp his cock. He made another noise and humped himself against my hand.

"Do you want me to jerk you off?" I asked.

"I'm pretty sure I'm gonna be able to cum on my own," he said with a small laugh.

I slowed down a bit, only to have him quicken his backward thrusts against me. A sound escaped his lips and it had a note of panic to it, telling me he needed to cum now. I let him do the rest of the rocking and soon thereafter I felt his cock pulse in my hand.

"Oh, God," he moaned. "I can feel it coming. I'm gonna cum," he all but growled.

His ass tightened around my shaft as his cock began to spill cum onto the wooden steps. I kept a firm hold on his cock and then blasted off myself as his anus squeezed my dick. Rob was much louder than usual and I enjoyed listening to his moans of pleasure as I hit his prostate. I pressed my face into his shoulder blade, licking, kissing and grunting as my own orgasm made my body judder. He continued to tremble for a few moments before I felt his entire body relax.

Minutes later, we were both still panting heavily, our bodies soaked with sweat, my chest pressed against his back.

"Uh, Rob?" I laughed, "How the hell did we get here?"

He looked behind him and started to laugh as well. We had started pretty much at the bottom of the stairs but now we were more than halfway up them.

"It's just as well," Rob said, "we're that much closer to the bedroom."

After a long and relaxing shower, I sat on the bathroom counter while Rob brushed his teeth.

"I think I'd like to spend some time redecorating the place," I said. "There are so many things I'd like to change. It feels like we haven't invested any time and effort in here for so long."

"Yeah that's true," he agreed, "I still love how it is but it wouldn't hurt to do some reorganising and redecorating. We could enjoy it better."

"Yeah, being back here feels great. I really thrive off the energy in here but I wanna make it as good as it can be!"

"Looks like you've just come up with your next project!" Rob said and I agreed.

We headed into the bedroom where Rob plopped down on the bed and lay on his back, his face at the end of the bed and his feet resting on the pillows.

After a few seconds, he propped himself up on his elbows and spoke,

"I'm still not sure about that," he said, looking up at the poster of himself recording'Magic' that Sam Smith had given us and that I'd had hung above our bed back in May, right before we had to leave again.

"Well, I still love it," I said and went to lay next to him.

"I just love the expression on your face - and your whole body language too. Just love it. You look so intense and beautiful," I told him sincerely as I studied the poster again.

In the photo, he was clearly doing what he did best - putting his heart and soul into every word he sang. He was alone in the sound booth using headphones in the odd way he did - his left ear covered, the other not - his eyes were half-closed making him look hot. The poster carried the legend,

"Une Nuit de Magie."

Rob was wearing a pale blue jumper, the thin fabric clinging to his body, the sleeves were pushed up to just below his elbows and his tan contrasted with the colour and the pale grey jeans he wore. He was partly sat on, partly leaning against a tall stool. His right foot was on the floor and the other was resting on the bar between the stool's legs and although the still photo couldn't show it, I knew from the video Sam had sent to me as soon as he'd heard we were back together that his left hand had been tapping the song's rhythm on his thigh.

Rob turned his head and smiled at me. Then in one swift move, he got off the bed and left the bedroom.

"Where're you going?" I asked but he didn't give me an answer so I didn't move and carried on staring at my gorgeous husband on the wall as I waited for him to come back.

When he walked into the bedroom again, he was carrying an acoustic guitar.

"That photo keeps reminding me of another song I tried writing with Sam," he said as he sat on the bed next to me, "I've been wanting to play it to you for three years to be honest, but I don't know, it's not any good. I was playing 'Trouble' to Sam, and then I changed the lyrics and it kinda became something else."

"Show me," I said eargerly.

"Ok, but it's really not any good, I just, I didn't want you to hear it three years ago and I'm not entirely sure why I want you to hear it now -"

"Just play...," I said and he let out a giggle.

"Alright, so I called it,'Life Is For Living,'" he said and started playing, pausing a few times to remember the notes or the lyrics.

Now I never meant to do you wrong

That's what I came here to say

But if I was wrong, then I'm sorry

Don't let it stand in our way

Cause my head just aches

When I think of - the things that I shouldn't have done

But life is for living

We all know - And I don't want to live it alone

Sing Ah, ah, oh - Sing Ah, ah, oh - And just think - Ah, ah, oh

'Cause in the end, there's only us -

Cause in the end there's only love"

"Wow!" I exclaimed when he stopped singing, "Start on the piano, add a riff at the end and we've got ourselves a U-N-I classic here!"

He gave a chuckle,

"I don't know, reminds me of the stuff we used to write ten years ago, songs that never made it to the album."

I let out a laugh, I knew what he meant, we had written so many of those.

He placed the guitar down on the floor and lay next to me again.

We were quiet for a short moment and I listened to Rob's breathing. It was calm and soothing.

"I'm sorry, babe," I said quietly, full of regrets.

"Why?" he asked genuinely wondering what I was apologizing for.

I sighed,

"I never wanted you to feel like you were alone."

"Oh, I know you didn't. But that's just how I feel when I'm not with you," he said with a small shrug.

"Aw, come on," I said with an overwhelming feeling of guilt in my stomach.

"Don't be sorry though," he said, "I wouldn't have agreed to getting any help if the circumstances had been different. But the thing was, the only times I truly felt good were when I was with you - but then you weren't there, and there was... nothing, no one to make me feel better."

I watched him as he told me this with calm and sincerity and my heart sank a little deeper into my gut.

"If you're trying to make me cry here, it's working," I said, a few tears already filling my eyes.

His lips formed a small smile,

"It's true babe. I can be surrounded by hundreds of people and feel like I'm alone if you're not there with me. You're my whole world and I need you to balance me out."

I smiled,

"You're my whole world too."

He leaned over me to give a short kiss, then looked intently into my eyes and went back to laying quietly next to me.

"Do you think someone else might become our whole world one day?" he eventually whispered.

"Like who?" I whispered too, needing to hear him say the words.

"Our child," he said, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.

The fact that he didn't look at me when he said it told me he wasn't sure how I'd react to his words.

I had absolutely no doubt that he was going to say this at some point. We had often talked about it with friends and even joked about it with Rachel many times, but I couldn't say that we had ever really discussed it seriously, so it was still a bit of a shock to hear him say it out loud, like it was suddenly becoming more real.

He finally turned his head and looked at me, as if he was trying to gauge my reaction. I wasn't sure what he saw in my eyes but what he said surprised me.

"I only needyou to be happy."

I had no idea why I wasn't talking and I could tell he wasn't sure what I was thinking, so he carried on,

"But I want us to be a family someday, I want you to have what I had growing up. I don't know how, I don't know when, but I do think that, if we're lucky, it could happen. Have you given it any thought?"

I drew a deep breath. Apparently, it was my turn to 'fess up.

"Babe, of course I have - Rachel and me have been waiting for you to say it for years. I guess I didn't call you on it 'cause, well it was a bit like you waiting for me to be ready to marry you, I knew you'd say it when you were ready."

He let out a small laugh,

"I don't know if I'm ready, or if you are for that matter, but think about it, Rachel's giving birth in like four months, Alicia and Grainne will soon follow. Actually, I think Alicia's pregnant already but they just don't want to say anything yet."

"D'you reckon?" I asked.

"Pay attention!"

"Alright, I will," I said with a chuckle.

"There'll soon be three kids running around. And I'm sure the girls won't be stopping at one. That's gonna be pretty awesome. For us and for them."

"Yeah, it will be. But that's the thing, we can just be the cool guncles," I giggled, "it's not like there won't be kids to spoil in our future."

"It's not the same though. When they're not your kids, you don't get to take them home and raise them."

"We can at least let them go first, it won't be as easy for us."

"I know. But I like to think there might be children in our future. Remember the interview with Ellen? You said then that you were thinking whatever came after the tour felt like it was going to be another chapter, perhaps us starting a familyis that new chapter."

"Yeah, perhaps," I said in a low voice, "but as I've said, for us that's not as easy, it could end badly and we need to accept that before we do anything about it."

"That's what I've been thinking about. I didn't say anything before because I wasn't certain I was strong enough to face that; I know it could be stressful, really stressful and we all know where that led the last time I faced that kind of stress. But you not wanting the same,that's been scaring the shit out of me."

"I do, I do want the same!" I reassured him.

He looked surprised,

"Are you sure? Please, babe, don't say that if you don't mean it, if you're not absolutely certain about it."

"I am, but,"

"But?"

"But I don't know, I don't see that happening, like right now, but yeah, maybe in three to five years or something."

"Well, yeah, I'm not saying that we should start right now, but I don't want to have a kid when I'm fifty, you know I don't want to do an Elton, I mean the clock is ticking for us too!" he said playfully.

"You didnot just say that!" I immediately huffed a laugh, sitting up on the bed, "tell me you did not just say that, I am so going to tell Rach you said that," by now I was really laughing.

"What?" he laughed with me and it took me a while to tell him what I'd said to Rach the night we began planning the wedding.

"Itold her, Iknew you were going to say it!" I began laughing again, Rob chuckling with me.

"See, that's how well you know me," he smiled.

I lay back down next to him, feeling pretty good about everything, and my eyes were once again drawn to the photo on the wall.

"We should call her 'Magie' if we have a girl." I joked, pronouncing the word in French, "you know, for the song that got us back together!"

Rob looked at me, then at the poster I was still staring at, quickly noticing that I had just been reading the legend at the bottom of the frame.

"I like it," Rob said with a small giggle, "and I'm sure she'd be perfect, like our very own precious piece of magic."

I smiled,

"It's not even a name though. It's just a word," I pointed out.

"We're rock stars!" he exclaimed, "we can give her an unusual name, that's expected."

I laughed,

"And it's a mix of both our names too, isn't it?" I said realizing that it was in the second before as I said it to Rob.

"You're right, it is!" he exclaimed, obviously digging the name. "And the G in the middle is because, you know, cause she'll have two gay dads. And people can also call her Maggie or Maggi," he said, pronouncing the second version like the English word 'magic' but without the C sound.

"Look at us talking about baby names," I laughed playfully.

"You started it," he laughed too. "And what if it's a boy?"