Treading Water

The first thing that went through Faramir’s mind as he awoke was how sweet it was to wake up in a room filled with the scent of pine and lavender. The second thing that went through Faramir’s mind was how badly he ached.  His throat felt scratchy and raw; his jaw hurt. His shoulders and neck were stiff. His hips creaked as he rolled from his stomach to his back. If not for the burning and  sensitivity in his more intimate places, he’d have thought he’d gone a few rounds with a dozen or so orcs rather than spent the day exploring a library with an identical pair of gorgeous elves.

“Good morn, beautiful.”

“We’ve been waiting for you.”

Faramir sat up slowly and managed a lopsided grin at the identical elves sitting on the foot of his bed. They wore simple white tunics and leggings of silk. Both were barefoot and their dark hair hung braid-free to their waists. Propping his long arms behind him to support his torso, Faramir shook his head. “You should have awakened me.”

“We thought you needed your rest,” Elrohir responded.

Elladan added, “Besides, we enjoyed watching you sleep. How do you feel this morn?”

“Like I’ve been fighting orcs.” Twin sets of finely arched dark brows rose and the man fell back with a laugh. “The libraries of Rivendell are exhausting.”

Elladan scooted up on the bed so that he snuggled against Faramir’s left side while his brother joined him on the right. “We have arranged for a private bath.”

“And we have some ointment for your aching muscles.” Elrohir trailed a finger down the center of Faramir’s chest.

Faramir groaned at the sensual touch. Just as the previous day, his body instantly responded.  He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of the elf’s hands stroking and petting him.

“Stop, Elrohir, you wicked elf,” Elladan slapped his brother’s hand away. “Can’t you see that our beloved is exhausted by your insatiability?”

Elrohir pretended to pout as he rolled off the side of the bed. “In that case, let us rejuvenate him.”

Faramir cracked open an eye and stared at Elladan. “He’s not the only wicked elf in the room. Nor is he the only insatiable one.”

Elladan smiled wickedly. “Man or elf,  I think.”

*~*

The bathing  pool was set over a hot spring some distance from the house. A circular building of wood and tile surrounded it to give bathers privacy.  The elves had carved  seats into the living rock and smoothed  them over so that bathers could sit comfortably in the chest high water. Lounge chairs scattered the floor for those who wished to sit and enjoy the steam from the baths without getting in the pool.  Leaning back in the hot water, Faramir rested his arms along the sides and ignored the steam-limp hair straggling in his eyes.  The hot water was soothing and his aches slowly eased. The twins had shown him the pool and then disappeared, leaving Faramir alone with his thoughts for a moment.  He was enjoying his stay in Rivendell far more than was probably good for him. He knew he’d have to return to Ithilien soon enough to take up his duties,. However, he really wanted to spend the rest of his life enjoying the grace and beauty that was Lord Elrond’s stronghold.  He blew out a frustrated breath and opened his eyes.

“Do you feel better?” Elladan sat quietly behind Faramir while Elrohir sat a few paces further away.

“I didn’t hear you,” Faramir frowned. He wasn’t used to being snuck up on and his nerves tingled a little at the ability of the two elves to take him unawares.

“Do not fret,” Elladan stroked the man’s hair back away from his face. “We did not wish to disturb you. My brother and I are more accustomed to this place than you and know how to avoid making noise when needed.”

“Here, this is for you,” Elrohir poured liquid from a silver pitcher into a silver goblet and passed it to Faramir.

The wine was warm and honeyed  and Faramir finished off the goblet before he’d even realized it. As he set it aside, Elladan handed him fruit and cheese. “To break your fast,” the elf murmured as Faramir plucked greedily at the food. When Faramir had eaten, the twins helped him from the pool and led him to a low couch.  He lay face down and folded his forearms beneath his chin, waiting patiently for whatever the elves had in store for him. He wasn’t concerned now that he was fed and his aching muscles relaxed. He felt ready for whatever adventure the elves came up with next.

Elladan unstopped a vial of sweetly scented oil and poured a generous amount in his palm. He rubbed his hands together and straddled the couch. Settling lightly on  Faramir’s buttocks, he leaned forward and, beginning with the man’s shoulders, worked the warming oil into the tender skin. Faramir moaned softly as deft hands worked the oil into his skin, massaging away the stiffness and leaving him feeling boneless . Elladan worked further down, pushing against Faramir’s upper back and along his spine until the  Steward arched up.

“That’s nice,” he said into his folded arms.

“It is supposed to be nice,” Elladan leaned forward and nipped Faramir’s ear with his teeth.

“I think you are trying to seduce me.”

There was a splashing sound to Faramir’s left and he turned his head in time to see Elrohir emerge from the pool with water streaming from his naked body. Faramir drank in the sight of the elf’s body, tall and lithe and olive-toned. The dark curls nestled at the base of his semi-erect cock matched the blue-black sheen of the hair on his head. Pale blue bruises accentuated the flat, rose colored disks dotted wither side of his muscular chest. Faramir knew he, as well as Elladan, bore similar marks.

“Would we do something so wicked as to seduce our father’s guest?” Elrohir came to stand next to Faramir and water dripped on to the man’s back.

“What would Lord Elrond say about all this?”

“He would chastise us for being so inconsiderate and remind us of your position.” Elladan scooted down to Faramir’s thighs and rubbed the bruised buttocks. His fingers traced outlines of bite marks. He touched his lips to each mark, kissing them lightly and raising goose-flesh on Faramir’s skin.

“My position?” Faramir lifted his head and glanced back at Elladan. He laughed. “Right now my position is beneath two beautiful elves.”

“Is it such a bad position?” Elrohir knelt beside Faramir and ran his hands through the man’s still damp hair.

“I find it most enjoyable,” Faramir agreed as Elladan parted his cheeks and smoothed oil over the puckered opening. “Especially that.”

The elf smoothed the opening with oil, clucking softly at the abuse. He and his brother had definitely been carried away by Faramir’s beauty and willingness. He felt himself growing hard and he smiled knowing that they would do it to him again and again. They would take Faramir as often as he would allow, giving all of themselves and demanding all of Faramir in return.  He pushed his oiled finger against the opening and heard Faramir hiss. “Does it hurt too much?”

“A little,” the man admitted. “But I don’t want you to stop.” He shifted as he felt himself growing hard.  Warm lips touched his opening and a tongue slithered into him and wriggled deftly forcing a long moan from Faramir’s throat.

Elladan withdrew his tongue and sat up. “Time to turn over,” he said as he got off Faramir’s legs.

Together the elves helped Faramir turn onto his back and he lay with arms above his head as Elrohir took Elladan’s place. The elf was already rock hard and Faramir was quickly joining him. He felt the familiar sweet pain of arousal and saw his cock laying over his belly. He watched as Elrohir poured oil into his palms while Elladan stripped off his damp white clothing that revealed far more than it concealed.  With Elladan in the pool, Elrohir took over massaging Faramir. He ran his slicked hands over the man’s chest, swirling through the fine hairs and stroking over nipples that puckered instantly at the touch. His hands moved lower, circling the small navel before plunging in and wriggling vigorously. The elf laughed as Faramir’s toes curled. But his laughter turned to a soft groan as he moved his hands to clasp Faramir’s heavy cock. As he stroked it gently, soft pre-cum dripped from the tip and Elrohir could not resist leaning forward to capture the essence on his tongue. Faramir’s arched back encouraged Elrohir and he dipped the tip of his tongue into the slit, licking it roughly over and over until Faramir’s hands dropped suddenly into his wet hair and pulled tightly at the scalp. Only then did Elrohir raise his head and remove his hands.

By then Elladan had come out of the pool and stood over the duo, dripping slightly and holding his own erection steady. Faramir licked his lips in anticipation.

“Up, wicked brother, before you have our beloved spent ‘ere I even have a sample of his loveliness.”

Elrohir rose meekly enough and Faramir thought that Elladan would take his place, but instead the brother shifted so that his bottom faced the man. Elladan leaned over his brother’s backside and spread the cheeks wide. Slowly, he lowered his head and stabbed his tongue at the tiny hole and both Elrohir and Faramir hissed in unison.
Watching the pink tongue stab repeatedly at the puckered muscle was the most erotic sight Faramir had ever seen and he could not take his eyes from it as Elrohir began to writhe against his brother’s wet tongue. As the muscle relaxed and opened for Elladan, the elf replaced his tongue with his finger. He continued to kiss and bite Elrohir’s firm mounds as his finger slid deeper and deeper, disappearing inside the pink hole. Elrohir’s warm breath fanned Faramir’s belly and the elf cried out and pushed harder against Elladan’s finger.

Faramir put his hand out and slowly joined his finger to Elladan’s, stretching Elrohir even wider. Together, man and elf, wriggled their fingers, stretching Elrohir open and feeling the tight inner muscles convulse around their combined digits.

Elladan kissed Faramir’s lips. “Taste him.”

Faramir and Elladan withdrew their fingers and the man raised his head and nestled his face between Elrohir’s cheeks. He touched his tongue to the hole and it instantly opened for him. He rolled his tongue over the delicate ridges. He plunged his tongue as deeply as he could and wriggled it slowly. He could feel his teeth scraping the sensitive tissues as the elf pushed back against him. He withdrew his tongue and stroked it over the outer ring, much in the way Elrohir had stroked Faramir’s slit minutes before. He felt Elrohir’s erection lying against his belly, trapped between man and elf.

Elladan moved down between Faramir’s legs and took the man’s length in his mouth and engulfed him instantly. He sucked and licked the rigid cock, pushing it deep into the back of his throat so that the fine hairs at the base tickled his nose. He swallowed a few times and hummed softly so that Faramir squirmed.  After a few moments, Elladan climbed off the lounge and slapped his brother’s bottom playfully, leaving a bright red palm print.

Taking the hint, Elrohir placed his feet firmly on the floor and heaved his body off of Faramir’s, supporting his weight with his hands balanced on the lounge‘s edges. He remained straddling the man as his brother swung  a leg over the couch and clasped his brother’s hips. From his vantage point, Faramir watched as Elladan’s cock slid swiftly inside Elrohir’s puckered hole and buried itself to the hilt. He inhaled deeply as Elladan began pumping into his brother, moving quickly and roughly, so that his fingers dug against the pale olive skin, turning it white where the fingers were. His mouth watered as he watched the opening stretch to accommodate the girth, growing smooth and red and perfectly round. The entrance glistened wetly. The vein on Elladan’s cock throbbed.

Vainly, Faramir tried to reach between their bodies and touch himself, but he was prevented by Elrohir.  “Watch,” he panted as he held tightly to the man’s hands. “Watch me.”

As if Faramir could take his eyes from such as sight. The dark red cock became slick with pre-cum and white froth showed at the edges of the opening as Elladan’s seed seeped from his body into his brother's. Cherry red balls tightened and both elves hissed and moaned and their cries were joined by Faramir’s panting. The couch scraped and squeaked against the wood floor. Elrohir’s legs strained and Elladan keened loudly. Faramir’s fist clenched as Elladan thrust one last time into his brother and white essence trickled from Elrohir’s opening. Elladan collapsed forward and rested his head on his brother’s back as his softening cock slipped down to dangle in front of Faramir’s face and droplets flickered on to his lips. Elrohir ground himself against Faramir’s belly and whimpered. Faramir could feel the elf’s essence smearing over his stomach and his own cock twitched with need.

Shakily, Elladan stepped away from Faramir and his brother and helped his brother to stand as well. He glanced down at Faramir. “Finish him, beautiful.”

Faramir climbed off the couch and Elrohir took his place, laying flat on his back and spreading his legs wide. The dark eyes were bright and the olive skin flushed. He held open his arms. “Come, beautiful.”

Kneeling between Elrohir’s legs, Faramir gently nudged the red opening with his aching dripping cock. The muscles gave easily and Elrohir immediately arched into him. Faramir sank into the wet heat with a growl. He held himself buried deeply and kissed Elrohir’s mouth and throat, harshly biting the tender skin while the elf writhed beneath him. Legs tightened around Faramir’s waist and Elrohir’s desperate whimpering grew louder and his writhing more frantic the longer the man held still.

At last Faramir could stand it no longer and he began to move. He withdrew to the tip and then slammed in again so hard the couch slid across the floor with a loud screech. He did it again and again and each thrust brought a protest from the lounge and a sharp cry from Elrohir. Faramir drove hard and deep, rocking his hips as far forward as he could. He grunted from the effort and sweat dripped from his forehead to Elrohir’s slick chest. Faramir maintained the pace as long as he could before submitting to his own need and began quickening his pace. Elrohir tightened around him, milking him with his inner muscles, and the friction sent Faramir spiraling out of control. By the time Elrohir climaxed with a long wail, Faramir was not far behind and his rammed his cock deeply one more time before collapsing atop his lover.  They lay panting for a few minutes, catching their breath as Faramir’s cock softened and slipped from Elrohir’s body.

After a few minutes of gentle caresses and kisses, they disengaged and joined Elladan in the bathing pool. Faramir sat between the two elves while the water lapped at his chest. Beneath the water, the twins stroked and petted their lover and Faramir smiled.

“There you are, my lord,” Erestor stood above the pool’s edge staring down at the trio.

All three opened their eyes and stared up at the counselor. “The twins were demonstrating the wonders of the bathing pool, Lord Erestor.”

“I do wonder what they will show you next.”

Faramir stretched his arms out of the water and flexed his back. “I can hardly wait to find out myself, my lord."

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