"I had near forgotten what a bed felt like," Boromir sighed, nuzzling his head further into the soft pillow and looking at his lover with a contented expression.
"Indeed," Aragorn commented, smiling as he slowly and methodically stripped off his clothing. "And how thoughtful of Theoden King to give us adjoining rooms so as we might.....discuss strategy and such."
"Aye, quite thoughtful," Boromir quickly agreed, his green eyes dancing with amusement, but also darkening slightly with desire as his gaze moved hungrily over the perfect slopes and lines of the Ranger's lean, sinewy body. The Gondorian already felt the rush of blood collecting between his legs at the mere sight of Aragorn unclothed. Even though he had seen this sight many times before, the image nevertheless continued to tantalize him.
It was now the third day after the Battle of Helm's Deep, and the second day since they had met up with Merry and Pippin at the flooded, besieged realm of Isengard. The sight of Saruman's fortress being completely decimated was surprising enough, but meeting Treebeard and the other Ents was truly an eye-opening experience.
At the sight of these ancient creatures, Boromir had felt a profound sadness envelop him. For at that moment, his mind suddenly wondered what his brother......who had always been more enamored with the tales and old legends of Middle Earth than Boromir had ever been......would have thought of the Ents. This thought brought on a wave of homesickness the like of which Boromir had not felt since his talk with Aragorn in Lothlorien. And this had tumbled him into a somber mood for the rest of that day that not even Merry and Pippin could alleviate entirely.
As for the Hobbits themselves, they were both awed and overjoyed to see that Boromir was still alive. For after seeing Boromir riddled with arrows at Amon Hen, both of them had been certain that their friend had been lost to them. And Boromir, for his part, was just as relieved to see his "Little Ones" were well and quite unchanged despite their rough treatment by the Orcs.
That night, Gandalf and Pippin had departed from the rest of the company to head south to Gondor. When Boromir had declined to join them, electing instead to remain behind with Aragorn, the Ranger had looked at his friend rather quizically, but had said nothing to him at that time.
Now, here in their appointed rooms in Meduseld, their first night back in the capital city of Rohan, Aragorn recalled that rather unexpected choice as he slid into bed beside Boromir. He immediately pressed his body against the other man's and took him into his arms. Then the Ranger ran his tongue along Boromir's lips with a delicate touch, causing Boromir to sigh and part his lips in order for Aragorn to slip his tongue inside, covering Boromir's mouth with his own as they engaged in a long, slow kiss.
Soon Aragorn pulled back slightly to look into his lover's eyes, gently pushing back an errant lock of blonde hair that had fallen over Boromir's forehead. Then, taking a deep breath, Aragorn asked carefully,
"Boromir.......Why did you not go to Gondor with Gandalf and Pippin? Why did you choose to come back to Edoras with me?"
Boromir slowly let his head fall back against the pillow, his eyes probing Aragorn's. Then he replied to Aragorn's question with a question of his own. "Does it surprise you that I chose so?"
"In all honesty, Boromir.......yes, it does," Aragorn said quietly, his brow creasing slightly. "For I know that you love your home above all other things, and that it sorely grieves you to be parted from it for so long, as well as from Faramir."
A shadow of pain briefly passed over Boromir's face at the mention of his cherished brother, but then just as quickly, a small smile spread over his lips as he said softly, "I do miss the White City. 'Tis true." Then he reached up to push his fingers through the hanging strands of Aragorn's dark hair as he said seriously, "But you are wrong to say that I love my home above all other things, for there is something else that I value above that." He paused and stared intently at Aragorn for a long moment, seeing by the emotion flooding the Ranger's blue eyes that the meaning of his words had been clearly interpreted.
Now the smile reappeared on Boromir's face as he said lightly, "Besides......My King charged me with an order after the Battle of Helm's Deep. And as a loyal Captain of Gondor, I intend to follow the King's command."
"Command?" Aragorn asked, confusion in his face and his voice. "What command do you speak of, Boromir?"
Boromir now propped himself up on one elbow as he took Aragorn's hand in his own, lifting it to his lips to kiss it gently. He kept his gaze firmly locked with Aragorn's as he replied softly, "I believe, my Lord, that you commanded me never to leave you again. And to that I will hold."
Aragorn pulled in a startled breath. With the flood of activity that had followed the horrific events at Helm's Deep, the Ranger had forgotten that he had spoken those words to Boromir in a moment of intense emotional upheaval. Now, having been reminded of them, and to know that Boromir had remembered them all along, made Aragorn's heart swell within his chest. And add to that the fact that Boromir had chosen to honor Aragorn's words, had chosen to be with Aragorn, instead of returning alone to his beloved White City, was almost more than the Ranger could bear.
"Melda-nin," Aragorn whispered, his eyes soft with affection. He leaned forward to thread his fingers through the soft, shimmering gold of Boromir's hair as he drank his fill of sweet, warm lips once again. He gently pushed his lover down on his back, then rolled over on top of him, his legs straddling Boromir's. Boromir slipped his hands up to the back of Aragorn's neck, holding his head firmly as they continued to kiss, their mouths moving against each other's in a perfected dance.
Aragorn now began to grind his hips softly against Boromir's, rubbing their swollen erections together, causing both men to break off their kissing and moan simultaneously. Aragorn saw a most becoming flush of arousal come to Boromir's cheeks, and his pupils were dilating rapidly, swallowing the blazing green of his eyes. Then, as another shuddering groan erupted from Boromir's moist, slightly parted lips, his eyes fluttered closed and his body arched gorgeously against Aragorn's. Aragorn sighed with awe at the sight.
"Ah, Boromir........I always tell you how beautiful you are, and you are even now reminding me again of why I do so." He bent his head to lay a gentle kiss to Boromir's throat, struggling to hold in his own sounds of passion as he continued to stroke his straining manhood against that of his lover.
"Aragorn," Boromir moaned, trembling with lust. "I wish to take you. Please allow me.......I cannot.......I must.........Oh gods......" His tremors increased, and Aragorn slowed his hips slightly, not wanting to push the warrior over the edge just yet. Boromir lay panting beneath him, his eyes dark and dazed, his body undulating slowly against Aragorn's in an almost sluttish manner that the Ranger found both extremely charming and incredibly arousing.
"No, melethron," Aragorn whispered, kissing his lover's throat again, tenderly. "I wish to be the author of your pleasure tonight. You have done so very much for me, that I wish to return the favor in my own small way. Allow me to do this, Boromir." Then, before the Gondorian could offer any rebuttals, Aragorn began grinding their erections together with renewed vigor, and anything Boromir might have said was lost as he gave himself over to the sensations once again with lustful abandon.
"Oh yes," Boromir rasped between clenched teeth, his head thrown back, his golden hair spread out over the pillow. His restless hands sliding down Aragorn's back to clench his buttocks tightly, pushing Aragorn's crotch even harder against his own at same moment that he arched his own hips upward, increasing the friction to the point of it being almost painful. The warrior's body was taut and shaking, and his voice now came out hoarse and urgent. "Oh Aragorn........It feels...........Oh gods........Oh gods, Aragorn!.........I am going to.........." And with a final upward thrust of his hips and a low moan of ecstasy, Boromir began to climax, his hot seed coating his belly as well as Aragorn's. Directly afterward, Aragorn was shuddering and sighing as his own release came hard on the heels of his lover's. He leaned down to capture Boromir's mouth in a heated kiss as their bodies continued to undulate against one another's shamelessly in their final extremity, smearing their combined fluids between them.
When it was over, they lay together for a while, kissing long and hard, feeling each other's rapid heartbeats and panting breaths gradually slowing. Then, Aragorn got out of bed temporarily to fetch a wet cloth, and tenderly cleaned first Boromir, and then himself, of all traces of their love juices. Then he got back into bed and wrapped his arms around his lover, kissing him again, gently.
"Sleep now, Boromir," Aragorn murmured, curling himself around the other man's lovely, familiar body and nuzzling his head with his own. Dark hair tangled together with blonde as the two men fell into a comfortable, satisfied sleep.
Boromir slowly came up from sleep, feeling wonderfully erotic sensations moving through his body. He emitted a low purring sound in his throat and stretched his leanly muscled form, his eyes still closed. He could feel his shaft hardening rapidly, and as he came closer to full wakefulness, the pleasurable feelings seemed to increase.
"Mmmm.........yes......" he murmured, writhing slightly, his hands sliding down the mattress on either side of him, clenching into fists in the sheet. A shiver moved through his body, and he tilted his head back and gasped softly, the gasp ending in a low groan.
He was feeling a wet, slightly tickling sensation concentrated around the entrance to his body, and it was this that was generating the intense waves of pleasure that coursed through him. Now that he was almost fully awake, hard and aching with desire, he opened his eyes and looked down.
There was Aragorn, his King, lying between Boromir's parted legs, his hands lifting the lower portion of Boromir's body slightly off the bed. The Ranger was busily flicking his tongue over the tight entrance to his lover's body, and it was this that was causing the feelings that were affecting Boromir so.
"Sweet Valar," Boromir breathed, as much from surprise as from pleasure. The Gondorian never would have guessed in all the ages of Middle Earth that he would ever see Aragorn in such a position. But now that he had, he felt his arousal increasing almost unbearably. This was quite a new experience for him, and new experiences and Boromir had always been uneasy allies, but......Boromir reasoned......anything that felt this good was definitely worth exploring further.
So Boromir let himself relax into the stimulation of Aragorn's warm, wet tongue, sighing and shuddering with reaction. He struggled to keep his eyes open, as actually watching Aragorn do this to him was definitely part of the enjoyment. But as Aragorn's ministrations began to intensify now that he knew his lover was awake, Boromir could not help his eyelids fluttering closed now and again as sensations threatened to overwhelm his senses.
Now Aragorn slipped his hands out from under Boromir's body and got up on his knees. Now he grasped the undersides of Boromir's thighs and lifted them, so that the warrior's knees were now pushed toward his chest, tilting his pelvis up and leaving him so exposed that Boromir actually blushed slightly, biting at his lower lip with a combination of excitement and nervousness in the gesture.
Now Aragorn smiled gently, bending his head and licking slowly up the cleft between Boromir's buttocks, then circling the tight ring of muscle with the very tip of his tongue, causing Boromir to sigh and shiver again. But when Aragorn tightened his grip slightly on Boromir's legs and suddenly forced his tongue inside the hot confines of his lover's body, Boromir's reaction was sudden and violent.
"Aragorn!" he gasped out, his hips jumping from this most unusual invasion. His fists now twisted helplessly in the bedsheets, his eyes wide, his erection so hard that the veins stood out on it prominently, and the tip leaked a steady stream of pre-orgasmic fluid.
Boromir's body suddenly twisted, his teeth clenching together tightly to keep in a loud cry of delight as Aragorn began to pump his tongue in and out, pulling out completely now and then to flicker and dance over the entrance before pushing forward again. Boromir had never experienced anything like this before. It was so completely crude but at the same time so amazingly erotic, but he knew he would need more than this. This was a wonderful sensation, but he suddenly needed more stimulation from his lover. He craved it. He had to have it.
"Mmm.........More, Aragorn......." Boromir begged shamelessly, his head tipped back. "Ohhh gods, please.......I need more. Please........"
Aragorn pulled his tongue from Boromir's body, licking the entrance one last time, and then swiftly replacing his tongue with two of his fingers, pushing them slowly but firmly inside the slightly stretched ring. Boromir let out a choked sob, his hips rising eagerly to meet this new intrusion.
As Aragorn began to make love to Boromir with his fingers, he continued to create pleasure with his mouth as well. He ran his tongue over the heavy sac between Boromir's thighs, delicately taking each of his lover's testicles into his mouth and sucking them gently in turn, rolling them over his tongue, and causing Boromir to moan and murmur his approval. Aragorn saw the Gondorian's shaft jump in reaction, and saw the tightening and rippling of his stomach and abdominal muscles. So far Boromir was responding very well to Aragorn's ministrations, but Aragorn wanted more. He wanted to make his lover come completely undone, to experience the most pleasure that Aragorn could give him. It was suddenly most important to the Ranger that Boromir enjoy himself to the fullest extent.
So, moving his body forward slightly, he ran his tongue up the length of Boromir's straining manhood, then gripped it in his free hand and brought to his lips. He lifted his eyes to look at Boromir and saw that a lust-filled pair of green eyes were fixed steadily on him. Holding his lover's gaze, Aragorn slowly lowered his mouth over the hardened shaft, letting his lips and tongue stroke and caress the hot, velvety flesh on the way down. The eye contact between the two men did not break, and Boromir felt as though his soul was being turned inside out as those intense blue eyes probed into him at the same time that the aching center of his lust was slowly being buried within that lovely tanned throat. At the same time, Aragorn continued to plunder the Gondorian's body with his fingers, reaching deeper inside of him with every stroke.
Now Aragorn began moving his mouth eagerly up and down the silken steel of his lover's erection, feeling it fill his mouth and throat, tasting the intoxicating blend of sweetness and saltiness and muskiness. Added to this was the glorious sight of his beloved Boromir, arching and writhing in sweet agony, his eyes closed, his face flushed with color. And then there was the sounds. Aragorn almost wept at the gorgeous groans and heated sighs that came from between Boromir's lovely moist lips.
Like a golden god, he seemed to Aragorn. Although in actuality, Aragorn was ruler over this man, at times like this, the Ranger did not at all mind bowing before this beautiful creature. Worshipping and pleasuring the body that housed the soul within. The soul that Aragorn loved and treasured so very deeply.
The pressure of his lips and throat constricted further around Boromir's member as Aragorn sought to swallow even more of it. To Aragorn, the rigid organ was more satisfying than the heartiest meal, more luscious than the creamiest dessert, sweeter and more intoxicating than the finest wine. He sucked harder now, greedily devouring his lover, wet slurping sounds and small murmurs of delight being the only sounds that came from Aragorn as he devoted himself fully to the pleasure of his future Steward.
Aragorn could sense Boromir was getting close now. The soldier had raised his arms over his head and was now gripping the carved wooden headboard of the bed with white-knuckled tightness. His hips were twitching madly, trying to push harder against Aragorn's mouth, but since his legs were pushed up to his chest, he could not get the leverage necessary to thrust his hips up properly.
This was fine with Aragorn, however, for he now changed the angle of his fingers inside Boromir's body, and now began to stimulate his lover's prostate with each instroke as he continued to swallow his lover with lustful vigor.
And to Aragorn's horror, but intense amusement, Boromir suddenly cried out..........Loudly.
"Shhh.....Boromir......" Aragorn rasped, pulling his mouth off of Boromir's shaft temporarily, his blue eyes wide with alarm although he was also trying not to grin. "We will be heard......." Of course, this warning did not prevent Aragorn from wickedly rubbing his lover's sweet spot again, shoving his fingers deeply inside the hot body.
"Merciful gods......." Boromir choked. He reached over and grabbed one of the pillows convulsively, biting down hard on one corner of it to muffle his intense cries and loud moans as his body shuddered violently under Aragorn's ministrations. The sounds could not be completely harnessed, but Aragorn was enjoying Boromir's reactions much too well to worry about such things now. He took Boromir's throbbing erection down his throat once more, sucking even more greedily than before.
"Oh dear Valar," Boromir wailed, there was a cracking sound as his convulsive grip on the headboard actually broke a portion of the wood structure. Aragorn snapped his head up, not letting Boromir slip from his mouth this time, although his eyes grew wider still with amazement. He had never seen Boromir this aroused before, and the Ranger found it so intensely exciting that his shaft became painfully hard. But he ignored this for the time being, wanting desperately to bring his lover over the edge now.
He redoubled his efforts, thrusting his fingers fast and hard into Boromir's feverishly hot body while sucking ravenously on his pulsing shaft. Now Boromir was in a frenzy of lust, his back arched like a bow, his muscles trembling, his cries rebounding off the stone walls and wood beams of their chamber.
With a final cry that was more like a slightly muffled scream, Boromir came, and Aragorn swallowed convulsively as a molten river of salty fluid shot down his throat in amazingly hard bursts. Patiently, Aragorn devoured every drop, making sure his lover was completely drained.
Now, his own burgeoning shaft demanding release, Aragorn felt free to climb up over Boromir's shuddering, sweating, heaving body, and encase himself within his lover's tight passage. Boromir arched up again, weakly this time, but still responding to Aragorn's touch beautifully. It did not take long. Four or five good hard thrusts and Aragorn was groaning sharply, his teeth biting softly at Boromir's muscular shoulder as he burst inside the warrior's body.
Aragorn collapsed onto Boromir's chest, shuddering and panting as hard as Boromir himself was. The scent of sex was strong in the room, and both men found it rather comforting after their strenuous activities. As he got some semblance of sense back, Aragorn lifted his head and kissed his lover tenderly, asking, "So, did you enjoy that, melda-nin?"
Boromir smiled, his green eyes now dark and languid with satisfaction and afterglow. "I am surprised you need to ask that of me, Aragorn. I would have thought that was obvious." He paused, then a gruff chuckle escaped him as he added, "I am certain it was obvious to everyone in Meduseld."
"Aye......I'm sure of that as well," Aragorn said, smiling. He traced Boromir's lips with his fingertip as he said teasingly, "You, my beautiful Boromir, can get quite vocal in your enjoyment of certain carnal activities."
"'Tis not all my fault that is so, my Lord," Boromir said, kissing Aragorn's finger gently. Then he was quiet for a moment, his eyes roaming the ceiling of the bedchamber. Then he asked, "I wonder if we can convince everyone in the morning that I had a young lady here in my chamber this night?"
Aragorn now burst out laughing, causing Boromir to look at him curiously.
"I seriously doubt you will get anyone to believe that, Boromir," Aragorn chuckled. "Not when the loudest of your cries almost consisted entirely of, 'Oh, Aragorn.....Aragorn.....Oh yes!'" He mimicked Boromir's breathless, keening cries in a softer tone, his blue eyes shining.
Boromir's face colored, but he smiled nonetheless, then shrugged, saying, "Well, if they know......Then they know. To be honest, Aragorn..." He looked at the Ranger with tenderness as he said, "I wish all could know and share in the joy I feel when I am with you. I want them to know how much I love you, and you me. I wish we could shout it from the very Tower of Ecthelion."
Aragorn kissed the warrior again, then another wicked smile crossed his face as he said, "After hearing you tonight, Boromir......I have no doubts that you will be doing quite a bit of shouting from that Tower once we're at Minas Tirith. So you may get your wish."
"Oh dear Valar," Boromir groaned, smiling. "You are hopeless tonight, Aragorn. Time to get some sleep."
And sleep they did.
The End
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