Chapter 15 -- SILENT DESIRES
Frodo sighed and leant against the Ranger. He did feel a little lightheaded…it was a mixture of everything that had happened in the last few days combined with the strange smell of athelas and the odd tingling sensation after the application. His skin felt soft and fragile…and very alive. Nothing itched quite so much as it had before the mud bath. He was in a state of euphoria and he imagined it was due to the inhalation of the athelas…or maybe just a combination of all the medication he’d had lately.
His small body was in pain…but kind of a dull ache now rather than the burning pain before. If he didn’t move…it didn’t hurt quite so much. Aragorn’s hand was resting between his legs overtop a cool cloth, its purpose was to make the bleeding stop. The Ranger’s fingers were tantalizing and Frodo wanted badly to move…but he couldn’t. Aragorn was holding him rather securely and his strength was a little -
He imagined what it would be like to be taken by Aragorn….the ranger’s hard erection was more than obvious underneath him. Frodo knew it would hurt at first…but he’d read books about it…and he knew the pain wouldn’t last. He wanted to feel that moment of pure ecstasy when the Ranger glided again and again over the one spot in his body that would sent his mind over the edge.
The Ringbearer gazed up at Aragorn who was obviously trying to think of something other than him at the moment, his gaze fixed in far off place.
“Strider….” Frodo asked softly, his lips parted a little.
Aragorn glanced down at the hobbit and knew that one day the hobbit in his arms would be his…in fact…he already would be if it weren’t for the complications in his current predicament. The ranger would have taken him more than once…he leaned down and captured those sweet, delectable lips without thinking. “Yes Frodo?” he asked softly as his tongue caressed the warmth within his little mouth, as they played a lazy battle for control.
Frodo completely forgot what he was going to say for the action had sent his mind into a dizzying orbit and all he could do was whimper in response. Unfortunately, the ranger couldn’t really do much more than kissing. He did not stop at Frodo’s lips, however…and began to kiss along Frodo’s jaw line…and soon reached his pointed ear. Frodo felt his entire body quake at the sensation of Strider’s breath near his earlobe. He’d always been rather sensitive there…and he gasped. Butterflies collided in his stomach as his lover’s tongue played in a most delicate manner and then worked a dizzying circular motion within. Frodo clutched at the ranger and the shivering became more pronounced and he let out a cry of desperation. “Strider…now…please!”
“You know I can’t Frodo…” Aragorn shook his head and pulled away, now a little ashamed at his own lack of control. He looked away from Frodo’s eyes because he knew that the hobbit would somehow manage to convince him otherwise if he allowed himself to be captured by desire. Aragorn thought for a while…and realized that there was one thing he could do….but his fingers were the -last- thing Aragorn wanted to use to enter Frodo. He did know though what the hobbit was needing, and it might not be that bad…as long as he kept his legs closed…and perhaps if Frodo held on to him. He took a deep breath and sighed, “Alright Frodo…there’s one thing…that we can do now…”
“Anything…” Frodo looked up at the ranger with tears brimming in his big blue eyes.
Strider smiled a little and began to adjust the hobbit so that Frodo was resting on his side. With one arm, he held Frodo and directed the hobbit to hold the cloth between his legs. Frodo smiled curiously, his curls flopping a little over his eyes as he wondered what was going to happen. Finally…the hobbit was in a secure…and yet accessible position with the ranger’s erection resting against where Frodo’s hand held the cloth. It was a little uncomfortable for Strider as Frodo’s arm was leaning against his stomach but Aragorn would endure. “Now…whatever you do, Frodo…don’t let go of the cloth. I don’t want you to start bleeding again, promise?”
Frodo nodded wordlessly as he gazed up at Strider…he wished he had long arms like the ranger did…he didn’t know exactly what was going to happen but he was sure that whatever -did- happen would be something that he would never forget.
Then he felt Strider’s hand massaging his small rear. It felt -soooo- good. Frodo murmured in pleasure…but nothing could have prepared him for what happened next. One of the ranger’s long fingers entered the hobbit’s small hole and Frodo let out a cry. The cry turned into a whimper as the finger pushed inward and swirled around a little. Another joined it…and a third. Sweat trickled down the hobbit’s brow as he felt a little stab of pain as his small muscles contracted against the intrusion. They pushed further and Frodo closed his eyes letting out another whimper.
This time however…he didn’t feel the pain…but the tip of one of the ranger’s fingers briefly touched a nerve that made his eyes pop open in surprise and his mouth form a little ‘o’. “Uhhhmh…” Frodo squealed. Pleasure assailed him as that particular finger worked little round circles batting against the nerve in a most exhilarating fashion. Teasing and shifting within him, the ranger’s fingers assaulted the hobbit’s senses where they had never been taken before. “Oh….oh Strider….” he whimpered unable to control his rising squeals as the ranger worked faster and faster. Finally he felt a cascade of absolute ecstasy wash over his whole body and he trembled….simply clinging to the ranger for support as Aragorn drew his fingers out. A small taste of what was to come…Frodo’s breath came out in small gasps as he took in the new emotions.
“Now…” Aragorn smiled as he kissed Frodo gently. “Now…I think you are ready to endure what must be done.” He had throughout the entire thing ignored his own erection, but he felt that he couldn’t wait too much longer to perform the delicate work needed to fix the problem between the front of Frodo’s legs.
Frodo let the ranger lay him down against towels and blankets, his eyes were closed and his heart pounded in his chest. He’d never felt anything like that in his entire life…nothing even close. He couldn’t imagine anything more wonderful than the sensations that had assaulted him. Finally as the ranger seemed to be getting him ready for treatment, Frodo opened his eyes and smiled. “With you…I can endure anything, Strider…” he whispered softly.
Strider nodded gently and smiled back. “We can work more on that particular…activity when you are healed. I do not wish to add any more aggrevation to the wound.” he smiled as Frodo opened his legs, quiet easily in fact and removed the cloth to examine the problem. The small area was red, yet still clean, the blood had stopped flowing but it was clear that there was a build up within the hive. Aragorn touched it gently with the cool cloth and Frodo let out a little cry though it was more of a whimper really than a true cry. Frodo’s body was filled with so many emotions that it was difficult for him to figure out what was pain and what was pleasure right now.
Aragorn sighed, “I’m going to have to cut it open, Frodo…and squeeze out the building puss…its going to get infected otherwise…and spread…”
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