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Seascapes (R) Print

Written by Minx

26 September 2005 | 9864 words

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2. Sunset at the Castle

Pairing: Aragorn/Faramir
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: LOTR and all its characters belong to Tolkien
Warnings: Slash, rimming
Archiving: Drop me a line before you do
Summary: Further adventures on a trip to Dol Amroth
A/N: This is a sequel of sorts to Seascapes

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


Aragorn stood at the window in Faramir’s chambers in Dol Amroth and watched as the sun set over the sea, a sight that was so spectacular that Aragorn couldn’t help but ardently wish that Faramir had been there to share the sight and also that they could be out somewhere where the sight would undoubtedly be much clearer.

He glanced down at the perfect view of the coasts of Dol Amroth wistfully. Their stay here was turning out to be fulfilling in more ways than one. Imrahil’s sea defences would be finalised soon, Aragorn could do his heart’s share of sailing – in small boats, large launches, rafts, and all manner of vessels, in rough and calm seas – and he and Faramir had given a meaning to the love they felt for each other. And then proceeded to continue doing just that each day of their stay.

He’d been away the entire day today, he realised feeling a little guilty, more so as he’d left Faramir to handle the councils with the minor lords in that area. He had joined Imrahil’s son Erchirion on a sailing trip that he and the young man had planned when he’d arrived two days earlier. Erchirion had with all the enthusiasm of a newly appointed Captain of the Boats meeting his king for the first time, arranged the trip and described it with such earnestness that Aragorn couldn’t bring himself to hedge out. Faramir, having a tendency towards seasickness couldn’t join him.

He had awoken very early in the morning, earlier than Faramir even who he had realised was a light sleeper and an early riser. The sky outside had been dark yet and although he’d tried not to disturb Faramir, the younger man had stirred and smiled sleepily at him.

They’d kissed, a long, lingering kiss, with their arms wrapped around each other; Faramir naked under the sheet, and Aragorn still half-dressed, wearing only a shirt.

And now, Faramir was clearly still stuck in the meeting and Aragorn staring at the sheets on the bed now neatly tucked in, tried to pass time by remembering how Faramir had looked that morning, spread out on those rumpled sheets, how he’d looked with his mouth lowered between Aragorn’s legs, and the dreamy delight in his eyes as Aragorn had reciprocated, Faramir spread out naked, his knees folded up and apart as Aragorn had thrust into his willing body quickly for it was getting late, Faramir curled up on his side the night before, their first night together in these chambers as he’d spooned up behind him and entered him slowly, savouring the exquisite feeling of Faramir’s tightness around his aching need, and then suddenly also the wistfulness in his face in the morning as Aragorn had left.

“You’re back!” Faramir sounded slightly weary but the happiness was unmistakable, “Uncle Imrahil thought Erchirion might convince you to sail with him at night too, to see the stars…”

He broke off as Aragorn turned, covered the distance between them in two long steps and wrapping his arms around Faramir’s waist kissed him gently, before releasing his lips and smiling at him.

“He mentioned something about stars, but I mentioned something about being old. How was the council?”

Faramir still looked slightly weary, “Long. They do talk so much and they keep saying the same things and asking the same questions. My throat hurts from all that talking!” He almost pouted.

“Hmm,” Aragorn said as he gently pushed him towards a bowl of water and some towels, “Let’s not talk then. Let’s get you comfortable and then perhaps you can have something to eat and then go to sleep.”

“Sleep?” Faramir looked up from the wet towel as though horrified at the thought, “but I thought – well, I hoped – no, I mean, I –“ Uncertainty filled Faramir’s eyes and he glanced a little worriedly at Aragorn.

The king gave him a puzzled glance before he noticed the stricken look, “You looked tired,” he explained, “I thought you might prefer to sleep.”

“Oh,” Faramir said a little hesitantly, and then quickly wiping his neck and throat, placed the towel by the bowl and walked over to his bed.

Aragorn raised an eyebrow slightly.

“It’s just that,” Faramir spoke a little hesitantly, “If you would prefer not to spend all of our nights together – I know we cannot in Minas Tirith, -“

He didn’t have to say it. Aragorn already knew. Back in their city they would need to be much more discreet.

Faramir was continuing, “But here, I wondered if , I – but if you would rather not – I- “

“No, love,” he spoke soothingly and sitting by Faramir pulled him gently into his arms, “Nothing would give me greater joy than to be with you each night. If I could I would be with you all the while. I thought you would be tired but if you are not, that is wonderful to hear, for I have been thinking of much we can do the next few nights!”

“I am glad to hear that,” Faramir said softly, reassured by the fondness in Aragorn’s eyes.

They kissed again, and Aragorn was more than relieved to feel Faramir melting into his embrace yet again.

Fingers wandered hastily undoing knots and bindings as both men tried to shed their clothing without moving apart.

Faramir felt himself being nudged back against the pillows he had neatly stacked against the headboard in the morning, even as their mouths came apart slightly only to move on to each other’s jaw, throat, ears and anywhere within access. His shirt was undone and he’d managed to pull one arm out of the sleeve as his head sank into a soft feather pillow. Aragorn who had been wearing a long sleeping robe had merely shrugged it off and had spread his naked body over Faramir, his hardening arousal rubbing against Faramir’ own hardness.

Aragorn smiled down at the younger man, and the now rumpled sheets and remembered again the way the dark hair had splayed over the white pillow earlier in the morning as Faramir had arched up when Aragorn had entered him. They had not had much time in the morning, perhaps he should make up for that, Aragorn thought.

Aragorn suddenly wiped a tongue inside Faramir’s ears and at the same time pressed down on his lower stomach, causing the younger man to gasp aloud.

Faramir squirmed, unsure of what to react to, the friction that was causing those waves of sensation in his lower body or the tongue wetting his ear, entering the crevice. And then just a suddenly Aragorn moved away, pulling his tongue out of Faramir’s ear and raising himself off him.

“Aragorn!” Faramir groaned aloud, “I can definitely not sleep now, if that is what you intend!”

“Hush, love,” Aragorn said softly, tucking a stray strand of his tenderly behind the same ear he’d licked, “No one could sleep in that state.”

Faramir glanced down at where he was pointing and groaned aloud at the bulge in his trousers, “At least let me –“

“Wait,” Aragorn said gently and then rose.

Faramir stared at him in surprise and made to rise.

“Stay,” Aragorn said gently and retrieved a bottle of oil from the small table near the foot of the bed. Faramir continued to lie where he was watching Aragorn.

The king sat down by his Steward and helped him remove his pants, slipping them off to reveal his erection. The restriction gone, Faramir lay back with a sigh and then smiling at Aragorn raised his legs and parted them.

Aragorn placed a hand on one knee.

“I would feel you inside me,” he said softly to the younger man.

Faramir’s eyebrows rose slightly and his face coloured a little as Aragorn had known they would. In these few nights they had spent together, it had always been Faramir whom he had taken, and never the other way round.

“I would feel the pleasure of having you inside me, of you being the one to bring such pleasure to me,” Aragorn said, running his fingers through Faramir’s hair again, “Will you make love to me dear heart?”

Faramir nodded, a little shyly almost, it seemed to Aragorn.

“I will,” he said softly, “If that is what you desire.”

Aragorn nodded. Faramir pulled him gently into bed with him and for a few seconds they stayed in each other’s arms savouring the nearness. Then Aragorn shifted so that he was lying down on his back with Faramir still in his arms.

Faramir found his head resting against Aragorn’s torso, a dark nipple right next to his nose. He moved slightly and licked it, causing Aragorn to moan aloud, as his tongue wrapped around it, progressively hardening it. Aragorn loosened his grip on Faramir’s hair and spread his hands out at his side, clutching at the sheets below him as Faramir moved onto the next nipple to do just that all over again, even as Aragorn whimpered under him.

Once they stood erect, pointed, he moved down and flicked his tongue into Aragorn’s navel.

“Faramir!” Aragorn mumbled out as the tongue darted in and out of his navel.

Aragorn moaned aloud yet again causing Faramir to move on. He gave one lingering lick to Aragorn’s now erect member, before settling between Aragorn’s spread legs. He pulled a pillow they had pushed off the bed and gently placed it under Aragorn’s lower back.

He let his tongue lick slowly along the entrance that lay exposed in front of him. Aragorn gasped softly, and so he licked him around the hole once again, before pushing his tongue in, through the narrow entrance.

Aragorn was tight, he realised, even as his king squirmed and whimpered again.

“Faramir, love,” he moaned out.

Faramir pulled out his tongue gently causing Aragorn to groan, “You’re so tight,” he gasped.

“It has been some years,” Aragorn said cracking his eyes open, “Please hurry!” he said pleadingly, hoping Faramir wouldn’t turn the tables on him and tease him on just as he had done with the younger man the night before.

Faramir was rubbing oil into his fingers, liberally coating them with the sticky substance, “You must tell me if I hurt you,” he said with all seriousness.

“Yes love I will,” Aragorn said in as meek a tine as he could muster, which was not very difficult considering the ache in his lower body.

Faramir gently pushed one well-oiled finger into Aragorn’s body, slowly and gently allowing the tight passageway to first allow the intrusion then adjust to it, before pushing in a little more. He added another finger after that, just as slowly, the two fingers widening the way.

“Please!” Aragorn cried out.

“Soon,” Faramir said gently, even as third finger made its way in, “I don’t want to hurt you!” he said anxiously.

“You won’t!”

“Nevertheless I would rather not try.”

Aragorn’s reply to that was lost in the loud cry he sent out as Faramir’s fingers brushed the gland inside him.

Aragorn sighed loudly when Faramir pulled away his fingers, frowning, “I need more oil.”

Despite Aragorn’s protestations and his increasingly theatrical groans and the clearly aching arousal, Faramir ensured he had prepared Aragorn enough, dripping oil into him and lining his entrance and his passage with it. Then he’d coated himself and only then positioned himself between Aragorn’s legs and pushed into him.

He pushed slowly, his thickened shaft finding the way eased by the oil, stopping a few times to ensure Aragorn was unhurt.

The king, sweaty and flushed, assured him that he was. It did not take long before Faramir had hit Aragorn’s sweet spot. Aragorn had bucked and Faramir had with his still oiled hands grasped at his erect shaft, and rubbed his fingers up and down it even as he pulled out marginally and pushed back into Aragorn.

Faramir wanted to be as tender with Aragorn as Aragorn was with him. When they came, it was together, he with his member squeezed inside Aragorn’s tight passage and Aragorn with his erection being kneaded in Faramir’s long fingers, their releases coating the sheets and spilling onto the floor.

“You are the most wonderful being,” Aragorn whispered softly into Faramir’s ears as he held the half-sleeping man in his arms later that night.

“You said you had more plans,” Faramir mumbled in response, nearly asleep, “I look forward to all of them.”


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