Chapter 12
Frodo was in awe as he stared when Aragorn slid out of his pants. His eyes went quite round…he’d never a man unclothed before. Well…he’d seen his friends, and his cousins…but it wasn’t the same. As Aragorn bent down he blushed … what was going through his mind right then was a most unseemly desire to touch it.
Aragorn chuckled, “I see there are things that will take your mind completely off the pain, my little one, but we’ll have time for that later.” He leaned down and kissed Frodo briefly, touching his cheek.
Frodo blushed even more…was he so obvious? He wanted the kiss to continue…but Aragorn pulled away far too quickly….and Frodo’s lower lip stuck out a bit in irritation. Practically the only thing that seemed to chase away all the pain he was feeling was when Aragorn touched him. Was this love…? Did Aragorn love him? He wasn’t sure…not yet anyway. He knew what -he- felt. Or at least…he thought he did.
He looked over at the makeshift bath and grimaced. This wasn’t going to be dignified…and he doubted it would be even the least bit fun. His body was starting to itch in places that were difficult to get to and he had scratched enough in some places to cause them to bleed. He looked up at Aragorn, he trusted the man completely. “I’m sorry.” he said softly and put his arms out to be held.
“Don’t be.” Aragorn drew the hobbit against him and lifted him up. With all his strength that he had left, Frodo wrapped his legs around Aragorn’s waist and rested his head in the crook of the man’s shoulder. Aragorn stepped into the bath and settled down. He did not have that much of a problem with it. He grimaced, since it was slightly slippery.
Aragorn moved Frodo’s legs so that the Ringbearer was sitting on his lap and carefully held him with one strong arm. He lent Frodo forward a little and scooped up a handful of the mud. He began to rub it on the small hobbit’s heated back. The cool sensation evoked a tingling relief and Frodo sighed in contentment. Encouraged, the ranger continued to apply the mud, rubbing it over the hives and ivy.
Frodo found himself in an interesting position…his mouth quite close to one of Aragorn’s nipples. He smiled…and let his tongue poke out for a tiny moment tasting the small dark pink bulb. Aragorn started in surprise. “Frodo if you…” he gasped as the tongue explored a little more and then lips enclosed around it and captured it quite thoroughly.
Aragorn fought for control. His senses were beginning to go completely on overdrive. The experience was driving him crazy. He had a job to do…he couldn’t be distracted…but oh…and he was unfortunately very sensitive to that particular treatment. He cursed…he felt himself hardening. “Frodo…as…” he swallowed…”As pleasant as what you are doing is…I can’t quite concentrate with you doing that…”
Frodo felt Aragorn beginning to harden…just underneath his leg. He grinned and pulled his head away with one last flick of his tongue and gazed up at the man. Aragorn was flushed…and breathing rather rapidly trying to slow it down. Satisfied at the reaction he had achieved, Frodo nestled his head back against the man’s chest and allowed Aragorn to continue his work. “Alright…” he said quietly.
He had to admit…as Aragorn managed to cover his back more and more, Frodo was beginning to feel more relief…the cool sensation of the mud against his skin combined with the power of the athelas was making him feel much better. But there were other parts of him that needed the treatment. Aragorn began to work up and down his arms and fingers…then worked on his chest and belly. Just the feel of Aragorn’s hands so close…Frodo felt himself reacting.
But for some reason…it was painful…and extremely so. He tried not to whimper…and he tried to deal with it…but a wave of pain rippled through his body as he began to stiffen even more…it felt like his skin was being torn. Tears welled in his eyes…enough that Aragorn finally noticed.
“Frodo? Are you alright?” The ranger looked down in concern trying to figure out what was giving Frodo pain. Frodo couldn’t answer…the pain was consuming him. Aragorn frowned and parted Frodo’s legs and gasped when he saw the red spot just on the area right inbetween one of his sacks…and the beginning of his shaft.
It was red and puffy…Frodo had itched the hive that was there far too much and inadvertedly caused it to get infected. With each touch, Frodo whimpered for his shaft continued to harden at the closeness of the ranger’s hands…and every time it hardened he was wracked with pain.
Aragorn realized that he would have to cut at the wound in order to disinfect it and cause the swelling to drain. But he was in a quandary…Frodo’s current treatment might in fact infect the area even more. He would have to be careful to leave that part dry. The ivy thankfully was not affecting it…only a few hives. He would work around, but Frodo needed to calm himself…
“Frodo…There’s a problem there…that’s why you’re in pain. I can fix it.…but not until after your treatment.”
“Strider…” he used Aragorn’s common name because his brain was in shreds. “Take care of it…please… I can’t bring it down. I don’t know how…”
Aragorn knew though and was glad they built the bath right next to the cool spring. He washed his hand off then cupped it with water, bringing it over to the shaft. He poured it on causing a shudder to run through the hobbit. Then he brought over more water, cleansing the infected area. Frodo’s breathing became a bit more steady as the swelling member reduced in size.
“That’s much better…” Frodo said brokenly. He lay his head back and closed his eyes. He just wanted the whole thing to be over with, he didn’t want to know what had to be done.
Aragorn took a deep breath. He kissed Frodo and then continued his work, working on Frodo’s legs and buttocks. Slowly the hobbit’s body began to stop itching and become cooler. To finish, Aragorn plastered his face and neck, working along his ears and underneath the chain. Eventually…the hobbit was completely covered...except for the infected area. The cool water had calmed things for the moment though and Frodo sighed softly. “How long do I have to stay like this?”
“Two hours…” Aragorn said gently, “Then I will take care of your other problem.”
“In more ways than one?” Frodo asked hopefully…feeling terribly needy at the moment.
“Incorrigible hobbit.” The ranger tsked. “Now…just try and rest. Think of something nice.”
-That- wouldn’t help. Frodo shook his head and simply lay against the man. If he started to think about what he wanted to think about…things would rapidly begin to hurt again.
* * * TBC