Chapter 13
Frodo lay in Aragorn’s lap, sighing as the ranger patted cool water every now and then where the burning problem interfered with the current treatment. He liked being in this position, snuggled close to Aragorn with his small rear pressed just over the ranger’s tightening shaft.
He knew that the man was having trouble controlling himself and that the cool water was helping him as well. The sensation of the man’s large shaft getting harder and then softer was rather intoxicating. The ranger seemed to be falling asleep….and Frodo could bear it no longer…he shifted himself…just in the right position…if the shaft were to rise again….Frodo felt a tingling in his body at the suspense.
He wanted to feel it inside him….he had been thinking about it for the last hour that he had lain against the ranger’s hard muscles. Yes…Aragorn had fallen asleep…Frodo smiled…he carefully shifted himself so that his legs were on either side of the ranger’s body. He smiled, feeling the tip of the ranger’s shaft against his small opening. He began to push down just a little gasping slightly…He would coax the ranger….he wanted to feel good…yes…everything hurt…and it even hurt to stretch his legs…but…but…maybe this…
Aragorn’s eyes flew open with a start as he realized Frodo had moved….and then realized exactly what the hobbit was doing. “Frodo…what are you…” he looked down at the small hopeful face of the Ringbearer looking up at him with round eyes…filled with desire…
“Please Aragorn…I want to feel good…”
“No…no this will only hurt you more…Frodo, I can’t…” he lifted the hobbit off much to Frodo’s dismay and cuddled him firmly at his side…tears welled in Frodo’s eyes and spilled forward. “Later Frodo…” He took a deep breath…more cold water was definitely required…but he doubted he could settle -this- down. “Later…I promise…”
Frodo began to cry and lay his head against Aragorn’s chest, tears spilling out of his bright blue eyes. Everything hurt so much…and all he wanted…all he wanted was to feel good….even if it made him hurt later. Aragorn ran his fingers through the Hobbit’s hair gently soothing. They were both pretty well caked with the mud and athelas now…though Aragorn less so…and the ranger had been careful to leave the small area between Frodo’s legs dry and clear of mud.
“I want you.” Frodo said softly, “It would make me feel better…” he sniffled a little rubbing his nose with his muddy arm. The naked man was causing him to feel a number of things…he -did- know one thing…he wanted Aragorn. He had…he realized…for a while he just had not realized what he was feeling until now.
“No.” Aragorn shook his head, “No, my dearest hobbit…you have no idea what you’re asking for. You have -not- experienced that yet…and it would cause you more pain though indeed…it would feel good once it was through the first time. I cannot risk it…with the…problem…it could split and bleed…and. No…I’m sorry.”
“Then at least…” Frodo glanced downwards…well…he wondered if the ranger would react the same way down there as he did when the hobbit used his tongue against Aragorn’s nipple…”Let me do something…for you?” He let his small hand rest on the man’s shaft stroking it gently with his small fingers…his eyes marveling at its great length. He was tired of always doing what Aragorn said…now…now he was going to do what he -wanted-.
Aragorn fought for control….the feel was intoxicating…his body for the first time in his life…finally took control of his senses and he leaned back wordlessly. Frodo smiled…..for he had an idea…he took some water…and wiped it along the shaft cleaning off whatever mud was there. Aragorn shivered…no amount of cold water was going to bring this particular moment down.
Then instead of continuing to use his hand…..Frodo leant his head down and licked out his small tongue causing a cry to erupt from the ranger. He stroked with one finger…and licked with is tongue…practically driving the Ranger out of his mind….he worked slowly…using his tongue carefully….without care for himself…indeed certain places were now becoming a little painful…but he ignored them. He took the head of the ranger’s shaft under his tongue and then opened his mouth. One way or another…he was going to have Aragorn inside of him.
The sensation of being between Frodo’s small lips was almost too much for the ranger to bear. He lost all sense of what was happening other than that and thrust inside…surprising the small hobbit who almost choked. But once he began to get used to the feel…he was able to find air and he let his tongue play along the edges of the ranger’s shaft as he let the ranger continue to thrust.
Aragorn couldn’t control this particular situation…it was out of his control and no matter how he tried to hold onto his senses they reeled…no longer contained….and for the first time….Frodo was the one in control of what was going to happen.
His tongue savored the swelling organ within him and he moved with each thrust, trying to push down as far as he could go. Without once pausing he felt Aragorn’s hands clutching at his hair…and the mans legs shuddered. “Frodo…Frodo…” Aragorn cried out.
Frodo was pleased….though he felt a twinge of pain between his legs…and another…and then….somewhere in the fog of his brain he realized he was bleeding….
Aragorn thrust into Frodo almost with abandon as the hobbits tongue was bringing him quite over the edge. Finally…he let out a long cry as his seed spilled forth…and Frodo pulled himself away, licking his lips and gasping for breath…laying on Aragorn’s stomach while the ranger caught his own breath.
He brought his hand down Frodo’s shoulder, and rested against his stomach…and felt something warm…the flushed and satisfied color drained out of his face as he quickly realized what it was…blood.
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