The watcher continued to squirm as Mablung and Damrod made love among the ferns. He tried to keep his face turned away to preserve their privacy. He also tried to not to hear the gentle hisses and moans escaping from passionate throats. He was unsuccessful in both attempts. Smiling to himself, he did not really feel so bad, for he could see others, also guardians, with the same problem. He could hear the gentle shuffle of feet and the occasional creak of leather armor as men shifted uncomfortably. No one would say a word to Damrod and Mablung, for they were a well-known couple. Nor would anyone admit to their voyeurism after the fact. A different set of footsteps alerted the watcher and he tensed. A quick glance across the way told him this was no strange intruder who had come upon their falls, but rather one who was known to the company.
He turned his head and concealed his smile. The one for whom he waited had finally left off with his duties and decided for a relaxing dip in the pool. The watcher had no doubt at all where the other was headed. The ritual was an old one.
Quietly signaling to the others, the watcher left his position and followed, making no sound as he moved among the enormous ferns. The track was barely discernable, and had he not known it was there, the watcher may not have even seen it. But that was the whole point.
He reached the pools below the falls moments after his prey and stood silently watching as the other removed shoes and leggings and shirt. Red-gold hair spilled over pale, muscular shoulders. The arms were long and lean with sinewy strength. His gray eyes roamed over the rocks and one hand reached up to rub a tender spot at the nape of his neck. This was a habit he'd developed of late, since the hobbits, in fact. The watcher frowned as the other rolled his head. He had come to know that the action signaled pain. Moving forward, he crept up behind the other and placed a light hand on the tense shoulders.
Startled, the other reached for a dagger, and then relaxed. "Herion."
"Aye, 'tis I, my captain." He rubbed the spot where neck met shoulder and felt the heat radiating from the tense muscles. A knot the size of a robin's egg could be felt just beneath the skin's surface. "Will you not share what has troubled you so since the departure of the little ones?"
Faramir shook his head slowly from side to side, as if the action pained him, which it did. "Nay, I cannot."
Herion leaned forward and his dark brown hair fell over his face. Gray eyes stared hard at the one before him and his mouth turned down in a grim line. "You cannot take the world upon these shoulders, captain."
Faramir wormed around to see Herion, without actually turning his head. "I may not share this burden, though my heart—and, aye—my shoulders ache with the strain. Kiss me, Herion, and take away the sorrow for a little while."
Herion did not need to be asked twice and his lips immediately claimed Faramir's. He slipped his tongue inside the sweet mouth and ran his hands over tensed shoulders. Rough facial hair scraped his jaw and he knew that his own beard also scraped over sensitive skin. Slowly he felt Faramir relax against him. He broke the kiss and bent his head to kiss Faramir's shoulder. He trailed kisses from shoulder to nape to opposite shoulder and he felt Faramir shiver and tremble. Looking up with hooded gray eyes, Herion said. "If you say nay, then I will go."
Faramir tilted his head a bit to one side. One hand reached out and stroked Herion's smooth cheek. "I would never send you away, Herion."
The other smiled a bit and he seated himself on the rock beside Faramir. Long had they been together in the wilderness, fighting side-by-side for Gondor, and equally long had they been lovers. For some of those in their company, the liaisons were warrior's comfort. But they were more like Damrod and Mablung and none thought the less of either Faramir or Herion for it. "I worry for you."
"I know," answered Faramir. "I let the Halflings go for I had no choice. The path they take is a dangerous one and it is beyond me to interfere with what the gods have decreed." His feet made circular motions in the pool.
"Does it have ought to do with Boromir?" Herion guessed.
"You heard them, Herion. He was in their company." Faramir sighed. "I came here to forget."
"I am sorry," Herion said, instantly wishing he'd never spoken his concerns. He knew weight of Faramir's burden and how diligently the captain shouldered his responsibility. Coming to the pools was the only time Faramir relaxed. "I will watch over you while you swim."
Faramir's smoky eyes darted sideways and a light smile played over his bearded face. "I would rather you swam with me."
"Are you sure you are not too tired for my boisterous company?"
"Oh, no, I would be dead 'ere I was too tired for that." He slipped into the pool and glanced up at Herion. "Coming?"
Herion grinned widely. He could offer a pun, but did not. Instead he rose and quickly stripped away his clothing before climbing carefully into the water. At the outer edges of the basin, the water was relatively shallow, only reaching up to the tall men's waists. However, near the falls proper, the water was much deeper and little eddies and whirlpools played havoc with those who swam in to them. Though for the men, the game was fun, for they did not have the sense of danger that one less knowledgeable about the falls would possess.
Together they splashed around for a bit, swimming over to the falls and back in a race that was certainly not new to them. Both were highly competitive men and they enjoyed their competitions without taking it seriously. Faramir's shoulders hampered him, and he lost the race back to the shallows by nearly an arm's length
Grinning and shaking water from his face, Faramir chided Herion. "I am at a disadvantage."
"In what way are you disadvantaged, my captain?" Herion eyed his lover.
"My injury prohibits the competition from being fair." He rolled his aching shoulders. The cool water helped, but did not completely alleviate his problem.
Herion nodded. "Come, let me see to your injury so that you may no longer cry foul when I win."
"When?" Faramir's brows shot up in mock indignation, but he turned his back to Herion anyway. "I tell you that my injury prohibits me from winning; it is nothing to do with your prowess."
Herion lightly massaged the nape of Faramir's neck with his bowman's hands. Long fingers danced over Faramir's fair skin and the other sighed with relief as the knot in his shoulders received soothing attention. "How shall I prove to you that my victory was due to my prowess and not your injury?"
Contentedly, Faramir rolled his head and flexed his shoulders appreciatively. The warm hands on his cool skin felt wonderful. He could feel the beginnings of Andiun's arousal pressing into the back of his thigh and his own member stirred in response. He pressed himself against his lover and reached back his arms to run his hands over strong thighs. Herion's arms slipped around his shoulders and pulled him tight and Faramir turned his head ever so slightly. "Your prowess I do not question," he answered with a teasing smile.
Herion pressed his face to Faramir's so that they were jaw to jaw and smiled. "'Tis well, as I would hate to have to best you in all things to prove my point."
Faramir's long neck arched and his brows rose. "Do you think you can?"
"Oh, I am certain."
Suddenly, Faramir ducked beneath the water's surface and tugged at Herion's legs. Caught off guard, the archer struggled for balance for a moment before tumbling backwards. They both came up for air, laughing and sputtering. "Think again."
"I see your shoulders do not pain you now," growled Herion playfully.
Faramir ran his hand lightly over the well-defined arm muscles and his eye lit with mischief. "Thanks to your ministrations."
Leaning forward, Herion brushed his lips against Faramir's. "I have the healer's touch."
A soft groan issued from Faramir's lips as their cocks brushed together beneath the water. His hands skimmed over Herion's hips and pulled so that they were pressed together from shoulder to knee. He kissed along Herion's neck and lightly sucked where water flowed in rivulets from the dark brown hair. Herion shifted his stance and thrust his rigid member between Faramir's thighs. As Herion's cock brushed his sac, Faramir happily shivered. When they were together, Faramir felt at peace. He knew that as long as Herion remained by his side, he could bear anything that fate had in store. Pushing Herion back against the rocks, Faramir lowered his head and sank his teeth into a brown, puckered disk. Hands wrapped themselves in his hair as his tongue circled and stroked the nipple. He raised his head only long enough to move to the other side, where he sucked and lathed with equal abandon. Trapped between his thighs, Herion's member twitched greedily.
After a few minutes, Faramir raised his head and captured his lover's lips with his own. Their tongues danced and tasted of each other as hands roamed over familiar flesh. Faramir kissed over Herion's cheeks and closed eyes, along the unshaven jaw, and down the long throat. The man pinned helplessly against the rock wall moaned and rolled his head and his hips continually thrust forward. Faramir trembled against his lover and pressed hard against him. He reached his hand down and behind Herion, cupping firm cheeks in his hands. The muscles quivered against his touch.
Herion pulled his lips away from Faramir's with a deep, satisfied sigh. "Will you end my torment, my captain?" His head lolled on his shoulders and his feet were braced wide on the sandy pool's bottom.
Hands played over Herion's body as Faramir drank in the sight of clear, pale skin covering lean muscles. One hand reached down and circled the head of Herion's cock and his thumb flipped over the tip. "Aye, let us end our mutual torment."
Turning, Herion braced his arms against the sturdy rock and spread his legs wide. Faramir lightly touched the small of his lover's back and frowned. "Like this?"
Glancing over his shoulder, Herion offered Faramir a wicked grin. "Aye, lover, like this."
Faramir's gray eyes were mirth filled. "You were watching Mablung and Damrod."
Herion laughed and wriggled his bottom. "Aye, could you not guess?"
Digging his nails into the tender flesh, Faramir leaned forward and kissed his lover on the shoulder. "I saw you," he admitted.
Herion snorted and pressed back against Faramir. "I fear I am losing my touch."
Faramir continued kissing along Herion's back as his hands dipped beneath the water and sought his long legs. Deftly one hand snaked between the parted thighs and fondled the tightly drawn sac while the other teased the puckered hole between firm cheeks. Herion rolled his head forward so that it hung between his tense arms and shifted his feet so that he legs were spread even wider. Faramir accepted the invitation and inserted his thumb into the opening and wriggled it vigorously. This earned him a gasp and a long, hissing moan. Muscles contracted tightly around his digit, alternately pushing and pulling and he closed his eyes as he imagined how it would feel to be buried inside Herion and feel those same muscles messaging his cock. He inserted his finger without removing his thumb and forced the tight ring open. He kept opening and closing his fingers while listening to Herion moan. His other hand held Herion's testicles keeping up a gentle squeezing motion.
Herion's writhing became more frantic and Faramir paused to give him time to catch his breath. Faramir spread the cheeks before him open and nuzzled Herion's nape. He positioned himself so that his cock just nudged the entrance to Herion's body and waited for Herion to decide when he was ready. Nor did he wait long, for no sooner had his head nudged the tiny hole than Herion thrust back, instantly impaling himself on Faramir's shaft until buttocks met hipbone.
Holding Herion's hips firmly in place, Faramir gave himself over to the delights of the body before him. Just as he'd imagined, the deep inner muscles messaged his cock as they alternately resisted and welcomed the penetration. He could feel Herion straining against him, desperate to move and squirm as pleasure over came him. Faramir relaxed his hold, giving Herion his way and the other quickly began thrusting back. For a minute, Faramir threw back his head and relished the sensation of the tight heat on his engorged flesh. The water softened the impact of his lover's ass against his thighs and water splashed loudly between their bodies.
When he could stand no more, Faramir braced his hands on either side of Herion and began to match the already established rhythm. The water sloshed over the rocks and soaked their discarded clothes and clung in droplets to their hair and beards as they thrust against one another. Neck muscles stood out in sharp relief and arms strained against the boulder. Feet slipped on the sandy bottom as Faramir and Herion fought to push harder against one another.
Faramir drew out almost to the head every time and slammed back in to the tight passage where the muscles contracted around him. Every thrust brought a hissing moan from Herion's throat and a grunt from deep in Faramir's chest. When he thought he could stand no more, Faramir drew his knees closer together and put his hands on Herion's hips. His next thrust lifted his lover's hips clear of the water and Herion struggled to hold on to the rock as his feet left the ground. This pace was slower, but harder and deeper and Herion cried out loudly as Faramir struck the nerves deep in his passage.
Herion's chest scraped over the rocks as he went limp in Faramir's arms, unable to do anything but ride out the waves of pleasure filling his body. His cock bounced freely in the water and the sac beneath began to constrict with painful sweetness. His inner muscles contracted around Faramir's cock and he heard his lover grunt at the sudden increased pressure. He felt a hand grasp his member and stroke him roughly. A calloused thumb brushed his slit and Herion tilted back his head cried out as his semen spurted into the water.
Muscles tightened around his shaft and Faramir's knees almost buckled as his release hitched his hips forward one final time. He ground his hips hard against Herion's ass, seeking even closer contact as he spilled himself deep inside his lover. He gasped for breath as Herion's hoarse cry trailed off into a soft sigh.
Together they fell forward against the boulder and lay panting and shaking. At last Faramir licked his lips and took a deep, shaky breath. "I do not think you have lost your touch at all, my love."
Herion's head jerked up and he stared at the tree line as a voice drifted down to them from above. "Neither do we."
~*~ End ~*~
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