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Insomnia (NC-17)

17 April 2007 | 824 words

Fandom: LOTR
Characters: Haldir/Faramir
Prompt: 001. Finger
Word Count: 787
Beta: martonsmistress
Rating: NC17
Summary: Faramir has insomnia, but Haldir is the one losing sleep.
Author’s Notes: Slash, sexual situations. Written for 100_situations

Haldir was fairly certain that the Man he was in love with was as close to perfect as a human could be.

He loved Faramir’s smile – the way his lips turned up just right and could alternately make him look mischievous, wicked, or sometimes just very, very happy.

He loved his eyes – the way they sparkled when he laughed, the way they darkened with desire when Haldir kissed him, the way they squinted when he first opened them in the mornings, then closed determinedly as Faramir would turn away from the window and practically burrow underneath his lover in a vain attempt to sleep just a little while longer.

Haldir also loved Faramir’s neck… it was always warm and sweet, and he never tired of burying his face against it and smelling the delicious scent that no one on Arda but Faramir could ever possess.

In truth, Haldir loved every part of Faramir’s body, but at the moment, as they were lying in bed after having made love well into the night, he couldn’t seem to focus on anything but his lover’s index finger.

The evening had started out on a rather good note when Faramir had leaned his Elven mate back on the bed, kissed him deeply, and then let that single, oh-so-talented finger move down over his chest, his stomach, the crease where his hip met his torso, then even lower, slipping knowingly between his legs and inside him with the deft assurance that only long time lovers could manage. Slowly, Faramir had prepared him, and one thing led to another and…well, of course, they had managed to miss dinner and their usual late night walk around the gardens.

By the time they had finished, Haldir was ready to fall asleep, but then, that wicked, tormenting little finger began to prowl again, scratching lightly at a nipple here, a sensitive tip of a pointed Elven ear there. That was all well and good, and though it hadn’t been easy, Haldir had managed to push Faramir’s hand away, close his eyes and fall into that nice drowsy state where he could hear and feel everything around him, but wasn’t really a part of anything.

That’s when Faramir, never one to give up easily, decided to let his finger dip lower, and Haldir moaned as somehow, without even looking, he knew exactly what his lover was doing. They’d been too tired to even wipe away the remnants of their lovemaking, and obviously Faramir wasn’t planning on going to sleep anytime soon, as he was tracing the tip of his finger in tiny, random patterns on Haldir’s stomach, trailing through the thick drops of his own release that still lay pooled on his belly from when Faramir had kept thrusting inside him through one orgasm and right on into another.

A soft moan fell from the Elf’s lips as he struggled not to open his eyes…and lost the battle spectacularly. Sure enough, Faramir was waiting for him to look, and with deliberate slowness, he smiled at Haldir and brought the now dripping finger to his lips. His tongue snaked out, licked at his finger, and he knew, without a doubt that he had won this little battle of wills simply from the way Haldir’s mouth dropped open in a mixture of lust and exasperation.

“By the Valar, Faramir, you are going to be the death of me,” Haldir protested weakly, willing himself not to get another erection and failing spectacularly in that little skirmish as well. He should have looked away, or rolled over and turned his back on his lover so he could sleep in peace… or even taken the edge of the blanket and cleaned himself off, so Faramir would have to find some other way to pass the time, but…

He didn’t do any of those things, of course.

By the time Faramir’s finger had moved to his mouth a second time, Haldir was already completely hard again, and by the third time, he stopped even trying to look away and rolled over so that he lay on top of the man he loved beyond all measure and could never, ever seem to say no to.

Faramir, of course, got exactly what he wanted…namely his golden Elf to make love to him again, even as he half-heartedly grumbled under his breath as he did so, and by the time they were finished, and Haldir collapsed heavily on top of him, mumbling something about THIS time he was going to sleep, Faramir was already smiling, thinking that insomnia wasn’t always a bad thing, and trying to figure how, since he could barely move with Haldir laying on him, he was going to go about waking him up again.

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