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Half-Hearted Holiday (NC-17)

Written by Laurëlóte

29 September 2006 | 19511 words

Chapter 9

When Éomer woke, he was more relaxed than he had been for a long time. All his insecurities had disappeared, absorbed by the warmth and comfort of Faramir’s arms around him.

The vision of beauty lying next to him took his breath away. Smiling contentedly to himself, he started to place dozens of little kisses all over Faramir’s neck and shoulders causing the Gondorian to stir.

“Mmm… That feels nice,” murmured Faramir, pulling Éomer close to him. Gently he lifted the Rohirrim’s chin with his fingers, allowing him to reach the lips which had woken him in such a delightful manner. Slowly, he closed the gap between them, kissing Éomer softly.

As he pulled away, Faramir teasingly ran his tongue over Éomer’s bottom lip, enticing a groan from the blonde.

Accepting the unspoken invitation, Éomer instantly brought his hands up to the Gondorian’s head, pulling him towards him almost forcefully. He kissed him hard, fighting to explore every inch of the other man’s mouth.

The kiss was every bit as passionate as their first, both once again wanting dominance over the other, neither wanting to be the first to pull away for breath.

Faramir positioned his hands to mirror Éomer’s own, and then rolled him swiftly onto his back, pinning him down against the pallet.

The action caused the Rohirrim to growl and to instantly reverse their positions. He ground the hard bulge in his breaches into the Gondorian’s thigh, causing him to moan with need and anticipation.

“Well now that you have me at your mercy,” whispered Faramir breathlessly. “Just what are you going to do with me?”

“I thought first, I would remove every item of your clothing,” Éomer purred seductively as he skilfully started untying the bindings of Faramir’s tunic. “And then, I thought I would explore your gorgeous body with my tongue. I wish to taste every inch of you.”

Faramir suppressed another groan, the Rohirrim’s words travelled straight to his groin, and had succeed in arousing him more than he had ever thought possible. Part of him however, was not quite ready to give up complete control.

He leant up slightly to allow Éomer to pull his tunic over his head, before pulling the other man back down into another kiss. He briefly wondered if he would ever satisfy his hunger for the soon-to-be king. However any such thoughts were quickly lost as Éomer broke off the kiss and began to move downwards, exploring his neck with small kisses and licks.

The Rohirrim was very pleased with Faramir’s reaction to his ministrations. The Gondorian wriggled and bucked with every lick, his neck obviously very sensitive. Experimentally, he nipped gently at the skin with his teeth and was rewarded with an even more delightful response from his lover; he was definitely now the one in control.

“Oh God!” cried Faramir as Éomer nibbled on his neck; it was the one thing which never failed to turn him into a quivering mass, and he found himself completely at the Rohirrim’s mercy.

With one final lick, and a lot of reluctance, Éomerstopped torturing Faramir’s neck, concentrating instead on exploring the man’s chest. He loved what he saw, the well-toned muscles and the light covering of copper coloured curls.

He continued to admire the sight as the Gondorian started work on ridding him of his own tunic, followed by his breaches. Before he knew it they were both lying there naked, taking in the sight of each other for the first time.

Éomer straddled the ranger’s thighs and leant forward, swiping a dark nipple with his tongue and then suckled on it gently.

Faramir groaned at the new sensations and grabbed a handful of the Rohirrim’s hair, pushing him down on top of him, as if desperately seeking more contact.

“Do not torture me so,” he groaned his voice full of desire. He wanted more, he needed Éomer to touch his erection, and he felt like he would explode if there was no contact soon.

“Do you want me to taste you lover?” purred Éomer, then smiled at the moan he received in response. He mover slightly, allowing him to whisper in the other man’s ear, “Beg me for it.”

Faramir whimpered, this time in despair. There was no way he could beg, no matter how much he wanted this to happen, he was not ready to give his arrogant lover that satisfaction.

Using all his strength, he flipped them over, pushing Éomer onto his back, and then teasingly ran his tongue over the slit of his erection, gathering up the droplets of pre-cum. He would not be the one to beg first.

Éomer growled as their positions were reversed, but any attempt to protest died as soon as Faramir moved to the source of his arousal.

Faramir’s licks and light touches were pure torture. He thrust his hips upwards slightly and did everything he could think of to encourage the Gondorian to give him more but failed miserably.

When he could take it no more, his resolve broke. “Please Faramir, give me more. I need more.”

As soon as the plea had left Éomer’s mouth, Faramir took his erection deep into his mouth, allowing the Rohirrim to thrust into the warm, moist cavern.

Knowing that he would not last long, Éomer took his lover’s shaft into his hand and skilfully stroked it in time with his thrusts, wanted them to peak together. He soon had his wish, as both came hard, moaning each others names; Faramir, collapsing beside him moments later.

Éomer brought his hand to his mouth and slowly licked off the spilt seed of his lover, savouring the taste, for what he hoped would be the first time of many.

Neither of them wanted to move, they just stayed there, slowly returning back to the present, enjoying the moment in silence, for as long as it could last.

As they lay there, Faramir suddenly felt a twinge of sadness and regret. No matter how much he wanted Éomer, it did not alter the fact that he had broken his promise to stay faithful to Éowyn, and so had failed in his duties before they had even said their vows.

He knew that Éomer had never been happy about the marriage, but needed to know where things stood after this latest development. Knowing that it would do no good to put off the inevitable, he decided to take the plunge.

“Well at least now you get your wish,” said Faramir softly. “For I cannot marry your sister now that I have broken my oath to her.”

Éomer tensed in his arms, before pulling away, suddenly becoming the protective brother once more. “You said you loved Éowyn.”

Although he wanted Faramir and knew that he would never be able to resist the temptation that he presented him with, the last thing he wanted was for Éowyn to get her heart broken once again in the process. She had been through far too much in her short life; he did not want her to suffer any more.

“I do love her, replied the Gondorian reassuringly. “She is smart and witty, and not to mention very beautiful. She is everything I could ever want for in a wife.”

“But how can I marry her, knowing that she would never hold the whole of my heart? She deserves so much more than that. She should be free to find someone who will love her completely.”

“I think…” started Éomer, then paused briefly as he tried to phrase his thoughts in his mind. “You will have to marry someone, your duty as Steward dictates it. I do not wish to share you with anyone; I would forsake my duties and stay here with you forever if I could. But I can not. If I have to share you with anyone, I would want it to be Éowyn.”

“We have to tell her about us, we can not keep our feeling secret from her.”

“I know Faramir,” replied the Rohirrim with a sad sigh. If it had been at all possible he would have spared her from the pain it would cause. “I will speak with her when we return and tell her how I love you.”

“I just hope she understands.”

“So do I. Although I have no idea how she will react to the news.”

“Now enough talk. It is late and we have an early start in the morning,” continued Éomer. “I wish to sleep in your arms once more.”

Faramir could not help but smile at Éomer’s words, thinking that he could happily spend every night with his proud, blonde god curled safely in his embrace.

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