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Heated (NC-17)

04 January 2006 | 1770 words

Characters: Haldir/Faramir
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: Written for Multifandom Smut Challenge Prompt 50. Heated

Moving to one side as Pippin lunged toward him, Faramir couldn’t help but smile at how earnestly the hobbit was trying to prove himself a warrior. Faramir had taken it upon himself to try and distract his new friend, and give Mithrandir a few blessed moments of peace, for the hobbit seemed determined to shadow the old wizard wherever he tried to go.

Another lunge, and Pippin almost fell on the ground beside Faramir as he followed his too-heavy sword forward. Faramir laughed and tried to demonstrate the correct way to hold the thick silver sword, but he was distracted almost at once as Haldir walked across the courtyard and smiled at him.

Pippin, not realizing that Faramir wasn’t paying attention, chose that moment to lunge again. He missed, of course, but the hilt of his sword managed to hit the steward’s son just on the back of the head. Faramir’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he knew no more.

The next thing he knew, Faramir felt gentle hands brushing his hair back from his forehead. Slowly opening his eyes, he realized he was in the Houses of Healing, and that Haldir, the Elf he had admired from afar, was sitting beside him, smiling and regarding him with the bluest eyes Faramir had ever seen. Long Elven fingers continued to comb through his hair, and Faramir was speechless, as he always seemed to be when Haldir was close.

“How are you feeling?” Haldir asked. “That was quite the blow you took. Even now, Pippin is pacing just outside the doors, worried that he’s killed or damaged you beyond repair.”

Faramir blushed and started to shake his head. The moment he moved, however, he felt a dull throbbing at the base of his skull, and closed his eyes once more. “I am neither dead nor damaged,” he whispered. “Pippin should not worry. It was an accident. I was…distracted.”

Haldir smiled and nodded, rising up from the bed to tell the pacing hobbit that he could relax, that he certainly had not murdered Faramir, but that he should let him rest for the time being. After many reassurances, Pippin finally wandered off, and Haldir reclaimed his seat on the bed next to Faramir.

“And, might I ask what distracted you?”

Faramir, who thought he could not blush any more, kept his eyes firmly closed and felt his face and neck flush an even darker shade of crimson. “You,” he whispered honestly.

“Then I must apologize,” Haldir smiled. “I was coming to see you, to ask if you might join me for dinner tonight, but I certainly did not mean to be the reason you were injured. I hope you will let me make this up to you, pen velui (lovely one)?”

Slowly, Faramir opened one eye just enough to look at the Elf sitting next to him. “You…you were coming to ask me to…to join you for dinner?” he repeated. “Why? I mean….well…why?”

Haldir caught his bottom lip between his teeth and had the grace to blush himself. “I…I find myself thinking of you often, Faramir, and I want to get to know you better. I think you are lovely, and every time I see you smile, I feel my heart skip a beat…or twenty.”

Faramir allowed both of his eyes to open, sure that he was simply seeing and hearing things, thanks to the blow to his head. “You..you do?”

Letting his gaze meet Faramir’s, Haldir nodded. “I do. And since you won’t be leaving this bed, I hope you will allow me to have some food sent to you. Maybe..enough for two?”

“I would like that very much,” Faramir smiled.

Hours later, they had finished their meal, the healers had checked in on Faramir, and Haldir had settled into the chair next to Faramir’s bed for the night. They’d talked for hours, and Faramir had barely noticed the ache in his head. The healers were busy, and Haldir had convinced them that he would look after the steward’s son, and call them if anything changed. After giving Faramir a cup of tea to relax him, they’d left to tend to their more seriously wounded patients.

Faramir was afforded his own room, and as he settled down under the covers, he thought that Haldir looked most uncomfortable. His nervousness had passed as they’d talked, and though he still felt a bit shy around the blond Elf, he was more than willing to take this one chance. “Haldir, it is rather chilly in here, and I was wondering…”

Haldir felt as if a million butterflies had been set lose in his stomach as he waited for Faramir to continue.

“…I was wondering if you would like to…lie beside me tonight,” Faramir continued.

Before he even had time to explain himself further, Haldir was beside him, sliding gracefully under the covers and entangling their fingers. “I would love to lie beside you,” the golden Elf whispered.

Faramir snuggled close and felt strong arms wrap around him. Gentle hands moved over his back, and that, combined with the effects of the healer’s tea, soon had Faramir relaxed enough to fall into a deep sleep.

The next time Faramir opened his eyes, he found his face buried in soft, silky blond hair. He and Haldir had somehow managed to entangle their arms and legs, and if anyone were to walk in, they would not be able to tell where the Man ended and the Elf began.

With a happy sigh, Faramir snuggled even closer. As he moved, he realized that his sex was hard, and pressing up against Haldir’s thigh. He started to move away, but it suddenly dawned on him that he felt Haldir’s length pressed against him as well…and Haldir was as aroused as Faramir.

Unable to resist, Faramir shifted his hips, moaning softly as his over sensitized skin moved against Haldir’s leg. Haldir had climbed into bed with him fully dressed, and Faramir wore only a lose pair of breeches, and he wondered just how quickly both their clothing could be removed. ‘Well,’ Faramir mused, ‘he did say he was interested…’

Without waking the Elf sleeping beside him, Faramir managed to slide his breeches off. He wanted to wake Haldir, but, at the last moment, his nerve left him, and he settled for reaching down and stroking his own aching length. Watching Haldir as his hand moved over his shaft, Faramir caught his bottom lip between his teeth and bit back a moan. As his hand moved over his swollen organ, his eyes finally closed and he shifted his hips so that his release would not spill on the Elf beside him.

Before he could come, however, he felt long fingers wrapping around his own, stroking him firmly. Gasping, Faramir opened his eyes and saw Haldir’s dark blue eyes staring at him. Before he could speak, Haldir’s lips covered his own in a deep kiss. Faramir’s arms wrapped around Haldir’s shoulders as the Elf continued stroking him, and moments later, Faramir came, his cries lost in his lover’s mouth.

Strong arms held him close as he trembled in the aftermath of his release, and he buried his face against Haldir’s neck, unable to meet his gaze. After a few moments, he felt soft kisses against his face and neck, and before he even realized what he was doing, he’d unfastened Haldir’s tunic and breeches, and Haldir was undressed.

“I want you, pen velui,” Haldir murmured against his lover’s skin.

“Gods,” Faramir whispered, “I want you too, Haldir…so much.”

Almost incoherent with need, Faramir watched with lust-darkened eyes as Haldir reached over to the nightstand and slicked his fingers with salve. His legs spread wide, but instead of sliding into him, Haldir twisted his arm and pressed his fingers deep inside himself.

Instantly, Faramir’s sex hardened and filled. Never had he thought he would be the one taking Haldir, but Gods, how he wanted that. Without a word, Haldir removed his fingers and straddled Faramir’s hips. Leaning forward, he sealed his lips over Faramir’s once more and reached behind him to line his lover’s length up against his opening. Sinking down onto the thick column of flesh, Haldir moaned into Faramir’s mouth, his body opening before the slick organ that stretched and filled him completely.

When Haldir finally pulled away from the kiss, he looked adoringly down into Faramir’s sparkling blue eyes. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he murmured as he gripped the headboard and began riding the steward’s son hard.

Faramir’s back arched up off the bed, meeting Haldir thrust for thrust. His hands rested on each of his lover’s thighs and it took every ounce of his concentration he possessed not to come undone then and there. After long moments, he moved one hand and wrapped his fingers around his lover’s arousal, and Haldir’s body clenched around him. Watching as the beautiful Elf above him continued to move, impaling himself on Faramir’s sex and thrusting up into his fist, Faramir knew he could not last much longer. His fist tightened around the organ in his hand and he felt Haldir’s back arch as he moved even harder and faster. Within only a few moments, Haldir’s release covered Faramir’s fingers and chest and Faramir lost all control as well, spilling deep inside the heated passage surrounding him. Already tight muscles clamped down tighter, milking every drop of his release from him, and Faramir’s shoulders came up off the bed. His arms wrapped around Haldir’s body, and his embrace was returned as they rode out the waves of their orgasms together.

When the healers came to check on Faramir later that morning, they found him lying on the bed, a blissful smile on his face, and Haldir no where in sight. As they moved closer, they noticed that what they had first taken to be a pillow under the cover next to their patient was moving, and when Faramir started to moan loudly, they simply smiled and backed out of the room, knowing that Faramir was in the best of hands.

By the time Haldir emerged from under the blankets, licking away the last of his lover’s release from his lips, Faramir was exhausted, but happier than he’d ever dreamt of being. Haldir lay next to him and held him close, wondering where on all of Arda the healers were, because he couldn’t wait to get Faramir back to his room, where there was a lock on the door, and they would not be disturbed.

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