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The King and The Ranger (R)

Written by Minx

30 March 2004 | 60419 words

Chapter 17

Faramir looked dazedly at Aragorn who seemed as confused as he was, and then nodded dazedly. He vaguely heard Arwen say something cheerfully and then realised she was leaving.

They stood in shocked surprise even after Arwen had left. Neither moved at first. They could hear the horses of the queen and her escort thundering away.

It seemed an eternity before Aragorn found himself moving forward. He was completely befuddled. He knew Arwen had seemed not to mind his feelings for Faramir, but that she would let him act on them left him as surprised as the whole sequence of events had left Faramir.

He wondered in distress whether Faramir still felt anything for him. But he need not have worried. The moment he stepped towards him, Faramir moved forward too. He could see he was breathing heavily. Then Faramir launched himself into his arms and Aragorn found himself holding onto the younger man who seemed to be clutching to him for dear life.

“I missed you so much,” came the broken voice, “So much.”

He rested his cheek against the dark head resting on his chest and sighed contentedly. To be able to wrap his arms around Faramir like this was all he had dreamed of for many days now. He stroked his back gently, and his hair and simply held him, as he heaved dry sobs against him.

Then Faramir lifted his head up and looked at him as though to search his eyes for any sign of disapproval.

“And I missed you,” Aragorn whispered.

The wary expression changed to one of complete relief. Their lips met, brushing lightly at first, but as each realised how much the other wanted it, it turned deeper and more passionate as they kissed each other frantically. They came apart flushed and breathing raggedly. Faramir found himself shivering in anticipation from just the nearness of Aragorn’ s body, after so many days of being deprived of even his presence.

Aragorn stared back at Faramir’s trembling figure, wanting nothing more than to make love to him all night. But he needed to be sure that was what the younger man wanted too. Moving closer, he took his face in his hands and gave him a questioning look.

Faramir leaned into his touch and placed his own hands against Aragorn’ s chest tentatively, “Aragorn,” he breathed softly and then lapsed into silence as the king hugged him close.

It was all that the older man needed. Faramir’s tone of voice left him in no doubt as to what he wanted. And if that wasn’t enough, the bulge that rubbed against his body spoke volumes.

“I think you wear too many clothes,” he said in an amused tone.

Faramir lowered his lashes embarrassed at first, and then glanced up, a slight grin playing on his lips, “Then perhaps I should get rid of them?”

“An excellent idea!” the king replied beaming, “But perhaps in your chambers?”

When they reached Faramir’s bedroom, he helped him pull off his tunic and leggings taking in the sight of the sight of the completely naked, slight figure before him, noting with relief that all the injuries seemed to have healed completely. There was nothing more than a few faint markings left. He grasped him by the waist and pulling him forward, placed his lips on Faramir’s mouth once again. Faramir reciprocated and this time they indulged in the passion of a slow and tender kiss, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths intimately while Aragorn caressed the familiar body with his hands. They roved the soft flesh under him hungrily. He had never realised how much he would miss Faramir and the feeling was obviously reciprocated for his actions were causing Faramir to react by brushing his naked flesh against the rough cloth of Aragorn’ s outfit. They pulled apart only when breathless and with great reluctance. Aragorn found himself looking at the adoring expression on the face of the younger man.

“Are you ready for this now?” he asked gently, gazing into the clear grey eyes.

Faramir nodded, “I have never wanted anything more,” he replied sincerely.

Aragorn smiled and then suddenly swept him into his arms.

“What are you doing?” came the answering gasp.

Aragorn simply smiled as Faramir instinctively leaned into his hold. He then carried him over to the bed and lowered him against the pillows tenderly. Looking around the room, he found a box of saddle oil on the table and picked it up. Pulling off his own clothes swiftly, he lay down by him.

“This time, my love, nothing will stop us,” he declared passionately. Faramir blushed a little and smiled almost shyly as Aragorn pulled him forward and kissed him again on his lips while he awkwardly let his hands run all over his king’s back pressing his bulging groin against Aragorn’ s erection. They caressed each other all over revelling in the nearness and in the touch of skin to skin and lip to lip. Then Aragorn slowly and steadily began kissing Faramir all over his body, on his cheeks, on his neck, along his arms, his chest, and his stomach. Faramir found himself quivering with each kiss. His lips were parted and he was moaning silently. A wet tongue flicked over his chest, dancing lightly over the skin, teasing his hardening nipples almost inducing tears from his eyes. His own hands roved Aragorn’ s muscular back, pressing down onto the flesh as ripples of want ran through his aching body

Aragorn’ s hands were on his erect member now and he gasped at the touch as the fingers closed around it. The stroking motion sent him into raptures as he breathed Aragorn’ s name over and over again. Aragorn looked into his eyes once again for confirmation and he nodded breathlessly. As gently as possible Aragorn set about preparing the inexperienced man, careful to ensure that Faramir would not be hurt even the slightest bit. After everything that had happened he never wanted to see pain in Faramir’s eyes ever again.

He reached for the box, and rubbed the oil from it all over his hands. Faramir meanwhile turned over so as to lie on his stomach. He suddenly felt Aragorn gently turn him around and stared back at him out of half-curious, half-apprehensive eyes. What if Aragorn had changed his mind about them?

“I want to look into your eyes as we make love,” Aragorn whispered into his ear, “And I want you to be able to look into my eyes.”

Faramir felt a shudder of desire course through his body. Trembling with excitement and anticipation he nodded eagerly as the strong hands caressed his face with deliberate slowness.

Aragorn made Faramir lie back comfortably with his legs splayed apart, placing a pillow under his waist to keep his hips raised. Faramir moaned passionately as the king’s skilful fingers worked on his arousal stroking it up and down much to his pleasure, and then found their way down to his tight entrance.

“Relax,” he said softly, keeping his eyes on his lover’s face.

Faramir hissed slightly as Aragorn’ s oil-slicked fingers slowly and lovingly worked their way into him one by one, stretching lightly.

“What is it, love? Am I hurting you?” he asked worriedly.

“No, go on! Hurry!” came the answering moan, as Faramir eagerly responded to the touch.

“Ssh, be patient, young one,” Aragorn said soothingly, as he pulled his fingers out and bending over, brushed Faramir’s lips with his own. He got a groan in reply causing him to grin wickedly.

Teasingly, he once more poised his fingers against Faramir’s entrance, but didn’t push them in. Instead he massaged the sensitised flesh with deliberate movements, watching with unbridled glee as Faramir’s expression became more and more enraptured. The younger man began to squirm and his breathing became ragged. He moaned loudly, the lust in his tone clearly evident.

Aragorn’ s free hand landed across his chest to keep him in place. Every sinew in Faramir’s lithe figure stood out tensed up, taut as a bowstring and animalistic groans came out from between his parted lips. Faramir was now almost breathless with desire. Each touch sent him into raptures and by now his groin seemed to be on fire. His erect member was aching for release and all he wanted was for Aragorn to make love to him.

“Patience,” Aragorn said again.

Faramir seemed on the verge of collapse now. Finally relenting, Aragorn released him and pulled him up closer. He entered him gently and lovingly, caressing him all the while, kissing him all over his chest and stomach to calm him. One hand was circled around Faramir’s waist while the other toyed with his throbbing erection. Faramir gritted his teeth silently against the sudden piercing pain that erupted through his lower body and but managed somehow to keep himself relaxed. He could feel Aragorn’ s breaths on his sensitive skin and the hot gasps of air were causing his nipples to react on their own accord. His legs and arms were wrapped around Aragorn and he took comfort in the warm touch of the other’s flesh knowing that the twinges of pain he was feeling would soon vanish to be replaced by something he had desired ever since he had seen Aragorn. As tenderly as ever, Aragorn continued to thrust into him, stretching his tight muscles.

And then finally it happened  - a feeling such as Faramir had never known before erupted inside him. He knew they were both nearing release and the very thought excited him even more. When they climaxed, Faramir was almost in tears. His knees were digging into Aragorn’ s waist and the older man’s back and arms were covered with a small pattern of scratches now where Faramir’s nails had reacted to the ecstasy.

“My love?” Aragorn looked at him anxiously as he gently pulled himself out. Raising the quivering younger man up, he wrapped his arms around him.

“You were wonderful,” came the adoring reply even as tears poured down the radiantly smiling face. Aragorn smiled in return and held him closer, deciding that the younger man should smile a lot more in future.

They finally lay back against the pillows, Faramir resting his head on Aragorn’ s broad chest.

“My dear, sweet one,” Aragorn whispered as he lovingly ran his hand through the sweat-dampened hair splayed across his torso.

“I love you,” Faramir said softly, glancing up at his king’s face.

Aragorn could see unshed tears glistening in the grey eyes. He gently pulled the slender figure up and kissed him lightly, “And I love you, dearest.”

Faramir stared up at him open-mouthed for a few seconds and then nestled his head shakily on Aragorn’ s shoulder, “Y-you do?” he mumbled tremulously.

“Of course I do!” Aragorn said running a hand over Faramir’s back. He sent a feathery touch up and down the spinal column and grinned as Faramir gasped slightly.

“I have loved you ever since you called me out of the shadows,” Faramir said softly as he ran a hand over Aragorn’ s chest, revelling in the feel of the well-developed muscles.

“You fought them so long and hard, I knew you had to be a very special person,” Aragorn told him smiling.

“I am not special,” Faramir protested, “It is you. You are the most wonderful person I have ever known. I still cannot believe that you might – feel something for me,” he stumbled over the words, still unable to believe that Aragorn loved him.

“I love you, dearest,” Aragorn said sincerely, “Why would I not? You are special. You are noble and honourable and brave, yet so full of gentleness and love. All who know you like you, my love. And I love you and adore you so much. And I feel honoured that you reciprocate that feeling.”

Faramir’s head shot up at that. He tried to squirm out of Aragorn’ s grasp, still a little flushed, “You-you feel honoured? But you are the king! Nay, it is I who am honoured that you would bother about my feelings and care for one such as me!”

“Oh Faramir,” Aragorn pulled him close, “One such as you, darling? You are no less than anyone. I love you, dearest, and I will never tire of telling you that. Why do you cry, my love?” he asked shocked to see a tear roll down the soft cheek he now held in his hands.

“You are so good,” Faramir whispered hoarsely.

“I love you,” Aragorn repeated and pulled him into a passionate embrace, kissing him long and hard.

“How do you feel?” he asked anxiously after they came apart, “Do you hurt anywhere?” He had taken great care to ensure that there had been no tearing when he made love to the younger man but he was sure Faramir would still be feeling very sore.

“How could it hurt at all when you’re there? To think that all these days –“ Faramir broke off with a despairing gulp.

“What is it, my love?” Aragorn asked worriedly.

“If we’ve loved each other since the day we first met, why did it take so long?” Faramir asked morosely, “All these days! So many days . . . we could have had such pleasure days ago. I was so blind and so stupid!”

Aragorn sighed, “It was not just you, dearest. But, do not worry we’ll just have to make up for it, won’t we,” he whispered wickedly and kissed Faramir gently on his forehead.

Then he pulled him closer and held him possessively to his chest watching over him as he fell into an exhausted sleep.

“We should clean up,” Faramir slurred before his head drooped against Aragorn’ s chest. The king smiled and continued to hold him, stroking his back gently. It felt so good to hold Faramir in his arms like this, to just be able to touch him and caress him. He ran a hand lightly over the younger man’s arms and legs, sighing contentedly as Faramir buried his face deeper into his chest and slept on peacefully. He pulled the blankets up to cover them. Then he closed his eyes and leaned back revelling on the warm breathing that seemed to caress his torso.

Aragorn awoke to the feel of someone nuzzling his neck and shoulder and a hand stroking his chest and stomach. He sighed softly.

“I did not mean to awaken you,” Faramir said apologetically, his head still resting against Aragorn’ s shoulder, while his hands worked their way down to Aragorn’ s now aroused shaft.

“I am glad you did,” Aragorn smiled at him, before attacking the half-parted mouth passionately. Faramir had just about enough time to manage a squeal of delight before falling back under Aragorn’ s weight. They rolled over the soft bed in delight, caressing and stroking and completely abandoning themselves to each other, stopping only when they got entangled in the sheets. They managed to free themselves somehow, laughing softly all the while.

“You said we would make up for all the time we have lost,” Faramir said softly.

“Yes, we will,” Aragorn promised.

“We will?” Faramir’s eyes shined with an almost feral gleam.

“Oh yes!”

“Now?” Faramir was almost purring seductively now and his fingers were running a little pattern on Aragorn’ s chest.

“Right now? Once again?” Aragorn asked grinning, “but we just – and your first time too. You are not too weary?”

“I am sorry. I should have realised you were tired,” came the remorseful reply.

Aragorn hooked a finger under the drooped chin, “I might be getting old, dearest, but I shall never be too tired to love you.”

He was almost flattered to see the way grey eyes lit up with a mix of delight and want as he lowered his lover onto the pillows once again, marvelling at how the energy seemed to have returned to him at the very thought of making love to Faramir once again.

And it seemed to have returned two-fold for this time he gave in to Faramir’s urge and their lovemaking was fast and furious and passionate, ending with both of them almost screaming in delight as they derived satisfaction from each other.

When it was over, they lay stretched out languorously upon the bed, wrapped in each other’s arms.

“Well, there is yet time before we rise for the day. I wonder what we should do now?” Aragorn asked smiling, “Clean up perhaps,” he said as he remembered what Faramir had muttered just before falling asleep.

“Why bother?” Faramir replied as he lightly fingered Aragorn’ s lips, “We’re only going to mess it all up again, aren’t we?”

“I suppose we are?” Aragorn said amusedly, glad to see him lose his shyness, “What do you suggest we do then, darling?”

I’m sure we’ll find a way to pass the time,” Faramir replied raising himself on one elbow and tracing a pattern with his hand down Aragorn’ s chest and lower belly.

“I can think of many things I’d like to do. But why don’t you tell me what you want to do,” Aragorn suggested grinning. Faramir’s body stretched out in front of him seemed to offer endless possibilities to pleasure them both. He stretched out his arm to caress the bare skin.

His lover rose with a feline grace and before the king realised it his arm was being showered with passionate kisses.

“You were gong to tell me what you wanted to do,” he gasped out teasingly as Faramir suddenly began sucking at his fingers one by one.

Faramir raised his head and said calmly, “I thought we could go for a ride.”

Aragorn gaped at him, and then after a pause said in a flat tone, “A ride?” He had really wished they Faramir would select a more intimate way to pass time.

“Yes,” Faramir replied as he stood up, “We can take a horse from the private stables.” He added picking up his clothes.

That left Aragorn even more puzzled, “But there is only one horse in the stables.” He remembered seeing a rather bored grey horse chewing hay in Faramir’s stables.

“One horse was all we needed the last time,” Faramir said calmly as he began putting on his tunic, “This time I promise I will have greater control over the reins,” he added turning to look at Aragorn with a grin playing on his lips, “And you can do whatever you like,” he purred seductively.

Aragorn arose and quirked an eyebrow as he smiled broadly and flicked the tunic off Faramir’s hands, “I did not see much use for your clothes either last time,” he said as he enveloped the younger man in a loving hug and covered his lips in a fervent kiss, even as they sank to the floor, entwined around each other.

They never made it to the stables.

 

The End

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