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Seascapes (R)

Written by Minx

26 September 2005 | 9864 words

3. Sunset by the Sea

Pairing: Aragorn/Faramir
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: LOTR and all its characters belong to Tolkien
Warnings: Slash
Archiving: Drop me a line before you do
Summary: Further lurid escapades on boats in Dol Amroth PWP!

Many thanks to Iris who requested the sequel and helped sort it out and therefore now gets two sequels:-)

Archivist's Note: There now is an illustration to go with this story.

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The waters in the tiny cove were still and sparkling golden in the pale yellow light of late afternoon. Across the harbour, the ramparts of the castle rose is the distance, the bright flags swaying in the gentle breeze that that caressed Faramir’s hair as he leaned against the ships’ rail, watching the way the shimmering blue of the sea seemed to merge with the paler sky.

The sea looked calm today and for that he was grateful. Surely as still as it was now, it would not cause him troubles? While climbing aboard, he had felt the familiar wrench of queasiness but had ignored it as usual. He had then proceeded to follow Aragorn’s advice and leant against the railing of the small vessel, watching the sea and the sky, and said nothing about how glad he would be to be back on land, even though the boat they were on was on such still waters that it didn’t rock even the slightest.

He had as expected not sailed over, preferring instead to walk the rocky, scree filled path that rounded the harbour and led to this tiny cove that Aragorn had marked out on the maps.

Their visit to Dol Amroth was a clear success, and not just for Gondor. This was their last night here and Faramir knew he would miss this beautiful place, where he had been allowed to show love and gain as much in return.

He sighed softly as he heard footsteps behind him, and Aragorn’s arms wrapped themselves around his waist as he turned to greet him.

“Thank you for joining me here,” the king whispered softly in his ears.

“I had to,” Faramir said, trying to sound annoyed but failing as a wet tongue swiped a lick behind his ear, “Do you know how many people would throw a fit if they realised you had been out at sea alone?”

“No, but I’ll wager you would have been one if I hadn’t played an intelligent move and invited you to join me here,” Aragorn smirked gently.

Faramir snorted.

“Was Erchirion searching for his boat when you left?” Aragorn asked interestedly.

“Oh dear Eru, you took his boat and did not tell him?” Faramir asked, “This is his boat we are on?”

“Mmhmm,” Aragorn murmured as he nuzzled Faramir’s neck, his hands continuing to remain around the young man’s waist, holding him in place even as he tried to squirm away.

“You’re tickling me,” Faramir let out a small sound that was almost like a giggle, delighting Aragorn with the knowledge that his Steward could certainly laugh most beautifully.

“I am so glad you came,” he said softly, “I know it makes you uneasy to be at sea, but I wondered if perhaps you might not like to watch the sunset from here with me later in the evening. The view is most glorious and this is our last day here.”

“I would love to do so,” Faramir replied.

“Well, then stay right here, sweetheart,” Aragorn murmured gently turned Faramir so that they faced the sea, though he continued to keep his arms around Faramir, “It shall be beautiful,” he continued and then moved his hands up to Faramir’s chest and began undoing the uppermost laces of his tunic.

“But there is a while yet till the sun starts to set,” Faramir said moving his head a little to allow Aragorn to run his fingers over his collarbone and upper chest. He could feel the warmth of Aragorn’s breath fall over his exposed skin.

“And I know just what we can do to pass our time,” Aragorn replied and swiftly undoing the remaining laces, let the tunic fall open and hugged Faramir closer to him.

Faramir gasped softly, and glanced worriedly towards the shore.

“It is all right,” Aragorn said reassuringly, “No one comes by here these days.”

Faramir could well believe that. As a young boy visiting relatives here these parts of the coast had been his favourite hiding places. Few would venture here, and there would be none to see them stand here king and steward in each other’s arms, the king running his hands over his steward’s bare chest.

He watched interestedly as Aragorn’s fingers traced patterns over his skin, gently running over his ribs, dipping into his navel, pressing in just the slightest, splaying across his lower belly just above the waistband of his pants, and then moving back up to very gently squeeze his nipples until they were hard. Faramir closed his eyes, and moaned softly at the sensations that coursed through his body, with every touch. No matter how many times in these all too few days, they had lain in each others’ arms, touched each other, kissed and made love to each other, he could still not get enough of Aragorn’s nearness. The fingers on his bare skin still thrilled him.

As the hands moved away to rest on his hips now, he sagged back a little feeling slightly dazed. “Oh!” he murmured softly.

Aragorn held him closer, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction at they way Faramir reciprocated the desire for nearness that he too often felt. He felt other things too, an intense desire to love Faramir lavishly, to hold him in his arms like this as their bodies entwined in one, to join with him here out in the open air under the vastness of the blue skies above with the golden lights of the descending sun bathing them.

Faramir slumped into the hold letting his head rest against Aragorn’s chest, feeling the king’s hardness against his buttocks, reminding him of how constricting his own trousers felt. At that moment, Aragorn’s hands slipped into the waistband, pushing the fabric slightly and lowering the pants very slowly, until finally Faramir gasped almost in relief as he was freed from his clothing. The trousers dropped to his ankles.

Faramir turned, his eyes shining in delight and Aragorn lowered his mouth to kiss the younger man on his lips, as they clung to each other. Faramir busied himself with loosening Aragorn’s clothes, as the king explored his mouth thoroughly.

“Inside?” Aragorn asked hoarsely when they had to come apart to catch their breath.

“What of the sunset?” Faramir said teasingly, smiling as Aragorn’s hands snaked their way down to cup his buttocks and squeeze them lightly.

“If you want to see the sunset…” Aragorn sighed dramatically.

Faramir smiled in response.

“Well, I will just have to take you over that railing, then we can both watch the sun set as I make love to my beautiful steward.”

Faramir gasped at that, and then coloured a little at the words, not just of being taken over the railing but also at being called ‘beautiful’.

“Yes, we could do that,” he said softly, almost shyly.

Aragorn raised an expressive eyebrow, “Here, outside?” Faramir was a notoriously private person.

“Here. Outside,” Faramir said nodding, “With you. As long as you are there.”

Aragorn needed no second invitation. He had been afraid he would put Faramir off with his ‘interests’. He removed his own clothes as Faramir stepped out of the pants around his ankles. Faramir leaned over the railing, steadfastly ensuring that his eyes did not venture into the sea, and then turning smiled at Aragorn, who had retrieved a bottle of oil he was carrying and was now rubbing the substance into his hands and erect member. Faramir spread his legs out and smiled again at Aragorn.

Aragorn stood behind Faramir watching him quietly, watching the way the younger man had to lean forward and press down his lower body on the railing.

Aragorn leaned against him wrapping his arms around the slender waist and pressed against Faramir’s naked backside, letting his oil slick member brush against the soft skin. Faramir put one hand out to balance himself, leaning forward a little so that he could spread his legs. Aragorn responded by pressing against his slightly parted buttocks. Just pressing gently, brushing past his quivering entrance, yet not entering him.

Faramir moaned softly at the sensation and promptly pushed back against the hardness that pressed against his buttocks. He felt himself being gently nudged forward then and slowly a well-oiled finger pressed into him. He spread his legs wider, ignoring the initial stinging feel he always got and then relaxing, allowed his body to adjust to the intrusion. A second finger followed, and then a third, all pushing very gently into him, stretching the tight channel.

“Oh Aragorn,” he cried out his voice hoarse, “Please –“ He felt his groin throbbing and reached down only to be stopped by Aragorn’s tender grip, “Keep your hands on the railing,” Aragorn urged him in his ear, “And don’t worry, love, soon.”

The fingers left him, one by one, as slowly as they’d entered, and he sighed even louder.

Aragorn then gently nudged him more forward until he was leaning over the railing, the tops of his thighs pressing against the cold metal, his arm stretched out and gripping the cold metal tight, his legs spread wide. Aragorn then lifted Faramir’s member, and placed it over the railing allowing it to come in contact with the cold metal of the railing.

“Grip the railing well, darling,” Aragorn whispered in Faramir ear before pushing into him, slowly.

Faramir bucked the slightest, his grip on the railing tight, as he was entered lovingly and slowly, his body filling up with Aragorn’s hardness. Aragorn entered him completely and stayed that way a few seconds to allow Faramir to get his breath back, and then pulling out a little thrust into Faramir again, trying each time to hit that special spot in him. With each thrust Faramir bucked forward and with each movement, his engorged member slid along the railing causing him to cry out even louder. He continued to hold the railing though, and to attempt to keep his feet on the ground.

He moaned aloud one more time as another thrust sent him inching forward. His head stayed up, eyes focussing on the horizon, while the sun began to inch closer to the tops of the cliffs to the west.

“I’ll take care of you,” Aragorn’s voice spoke in his ear, loving and reassuring.

Aragorn grasped his member and Faramir cried out in pleasure as the oil-slicked fingers began running up and down it, kneading the hard flesh. Faramir closed his eyes, as feelings of pleasure assailed him all over. Aragorn continued to thrust into his sweet spot, while his erection was receiving ministrations unlike any it had experienced thus far.

“Aragorn!” he groaned hoarsely, as he attained his release. He thought he would explode, as the warm sticky liquid shot out, dripping onto the sea below, narrowly avoiding the deck of the ship. He watched it spiralling down hitting the water and wondered briefly whether to feel embarrassed at this strangely erotic sight, but then Aragorn gave another shallow thrust and all coherent thought flew out of his mind.

He let out a ragged sigh as his release kept shooting out. His reactions added to Aragorn’s excitement and it was not soon before the king to achieved his release, and Faramir felt the stickiness trickle down the inside of his legs, unsure whether it was his or Aragorn’s and quite uncaring.

He felt Aragorn pull out of him and then he felt his limbs suddenly going limp and found himself sagging, over the railing, the sea seemingly closer, until suddenly he was pulled back.

“Darling, are you all right?” Aragorn demanded, hugging him close.

“Mmhmm,” Faramir murmured softly into Aragorn’s chest, “So tired,” he pronounced.

Tired enough to nearly fall over, Aragorn decided grimly as he shepherded him onto the floor and sat down on the floor with him, “Look - the sunset,” he whispered, as the sun dipped into the sea just next to the line of cliffs, filling the surrounding water with a myriad of golden colours.

“It is beautiful,” Faramir said, sounding very sleepy.

Faramir fell into a light doze in Aragorn’s arms, watching the sight. The king continued to hold him, glad that he had had the foresight to inform Imrahil earlier that morning that he and Faramir would be sailing in the evening and would be late returning.

“Stay here,” he told the half-asleep Steward and rising, retrieved his cloak and spread it on the deck. He then gently tugged Faramir over onto it, and lying down next to him, used its vast spread to cover them as he felt a slight chill permeate the air. Faramir curled closer to Aragorn and leaned onto his chest.

Aragorn pulled him closer, and placed a light kiss on the dark hair.

There was more than the love that he saw in Faramir’s eyes that touched him. There was trust, and affection. It was there the very first time they’d made love to each other, it was there when Faramir had boarded the vessel this evening, putting away his fear of his seasickness, merely because Aragorn had reassured him the waters in the cove were calm. It was there when they made love over the railing. It was there even earlier than all of this, when Faramir had boarded the ship when they first arrived in Dol Amroth merely because Aragorn loved to sail, even during those long moments when Aragorn had drawn his Steward out of the darkness when their eyes had first met.

“We must leave soon, mustn’t we?” Faramir asked softly. A few early stars began flickering in the still light sky.

“We must return now,” Aragorn sighed heavily.

“A few more hours would have been nice,” Aragorn groused as they climbed up the path back to the castle.

“It certainly would have,” Faramir said smiling, “But it might also have brought out search parties! And the uncle would have sent us both to bed without dinner.”

Aragorn smirked, “Well, I could have satiated my hunger quite well without food and I still can. You fed the waters of the harbour. It is my turn now…”

“The fish may never be the same again,” Faramir smirked as the walls of the castle came into view, “Very well. Shall we meet in your rooms after returning or mine?”

They did receive dinner, Imrahil having received Aragorn’s note, although they had to deal with an annoyed though unable to express it openly Erchirion who could not imagine why they needed to borrow his boat among all those in Dol Amroth for a mere joyride or why they should have left it moored in some tiny little cove. That it was the first one Aragorn could find would probably not have suffice as a reply.

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