Author’s note : Forewarning : This is -very- -very- detailed. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. And I hope you can handle the ‘P’ word. Eek ! Gasp! She said the word! She wrote with the ‘P’ Word! Horrors! Alright, I officially admit I am -weird-. And in real life I’m a bookkeeper…I like to be detailed…so there.J Hoping to one day join the hallowed ranks of the IRS. Be very afraid…Yes, this story is an experiment and a bit of a Satire…if you haven’t guessed already. I wanted to see how -far- I could go. Because…well…to be perfectly honest, Sex sells….and I need to make money. People with sensitive natures should probably not read this chapter. But if you’ve got this far…Well…just be forewarned…its -detailed-. And I do mean DETAILED. If this doesn’t get you to curl your toes…well…subsequent chapters will. He He. This chapter is for Lily Baggins. I do not recommend reading it at work!
Chapter Five
He smiled at the hobbit reassuringly, as he reached over to take another finger full of aloe. Outside by the fire…Legolas had began to sing a little elvish tune, soft and wistful. Frodo strained his ears to hear…it helped him from keeping his mind on his current situation. Aragorn had finished with his face and neck, and was now working on his upper chest.
However….Frodo was immediately distracted…Once again…those long fingers brushed over his sensitive nipples. He gazed up at Aragorn, who held a strange expression in his eyes. His hands were moving under the blanket, providing Frodo with some modesty, but he knew -where- they were. He knew exactly where they were. He was about to move them away but the hobbit’s hand reached up and stopped his wrist. “More there…” he knew he was blushing but he couldn’t help himself. He knew what he wanted and right now…that was where he wanted Aragorn’s fingers. “Please?”
And when faced with a look like that from someone like Frodo only the hardest of individuals could have ignored it. Aragorn swallowed and nodded, his clinical mind fled at that particular moment and he took the small nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rubbing on either side, smiling as it peaked underneath his hand, hard and moist. Frodo smiled and closed his eyes, reveling in the sensation. It was almost making him forget the pain in his head, though unfortunately…he could not forget the fact that his body was still itching in most uncomfortable places. The ranger saw him squirm and said in a husky voice, “I’m going to have to … attend to other areas, Frodo.”
Frodo sighed softly and nodded, “Yes…yes…” he murmured quietly.
Reluctantly, Aragorn let the small globe go and proceeded to rub the aloe across his chest to tease the other side briefly. The small hobbit shivered, he didn’t know whether to be in pain or euphoria…the sensations traveling through his body were new and exciting and he wanted to savor every last minute of it. Those big hands moved downward applying the aloe over his soft skin, working their way across Frodo’s middle and tickling his small bellybutton just slightly before continuing downward. They paused right above the hobbits most sensitive area. “Are you sure you want me to do this Frodo? Would you rather not handle this part yourself?”
Frodo shook his head, “No…no…I don’t mind…” he breathed in, “In truth…it hurts to move…” he said softly, “Please…”
And so…the ranger worked his hands along Frodo’s thighs…knees…calves and feet…soon all that was left of the front side of his body were the parts in question. Frodo smiled and this time he truly closed his eyes. The aloe was taking effect and he was beginning to feel better. At least on the front side of his body. Then it happened…and Aragorn’s fingers rested in the one place he never dreamed they would. Instantly he opened his eyes, wanting desperately to look at the man’s face.
Aragorn was having a hard time keeping his own body under control much less complete his task. Not so small after all…he smiled a little…his patient was already hard and growing further so underneath his touch. He met Frodo’s gaze and did not quite know what to say, he was pleasantly surprised…and had a most unnatural desire to lift up the blanket and look.
Frodo was sure that there was something in Aragorn’s gaze…it was there. It had to be, he could not be mistaking it. Oh…oh…that felt so good…the ranger’ fingers passing up and down over the length of his shaft, rubbing in the aloe…and then against his sacks. To the hobbit’s surprise, those same fingers returned to the now quite hard... and pleasantly large … penis.
He took his time, relaxing a little at the hobbit’s enraptured expression. To be able to provide such comfort to one in so much pain was really quite daunting. And all it took was a few strokes against a particular sensitive part of the body. “As stimulating as this is…I’m afraid we can’t quite finish this Frodo…I must tend to your back…and you need to roll over.” he whispered gently, careful not to let the others hear.
Frodo sighed in disappointment, but then smiled, his befuddled mind finally grasping what the Ranger had said…“Alright…” He let the man turn him over and the wistful smile still spread over the hobbit’s lips. Whatever happened to him…this was worth it…every minute.
Frodo remembered the sensation of Aragorn working on his back muscles earlier that day…and this time…was positively entrancing. As the ranger rubbed the aloe on the smooth skin…now red in many places with patches of irritation…he paused in some locations to work out tense muscles, not leaving any part of the hobbit’s body untouched.
There was a pause in the massaging when the Ranger finished with Frodo’s rear, smoothing his fingers over the enticing area. Then something happened that caused Frodo to suck in his breath and whimper in astonishment. Aragorn was working his fingers down the space between. Frodo curled his toes in anticipation and held his breath. But…nothing…Frodo sighed.
Then he felt it…a slight pressure against the small opening there and two long fingers made their way inside. Frodo tried very hard not to squeal but he did let out his breath in excitement as they began to move just a little…and then withdraw. It happened once or twice more and the hobbit felt himself panting more than a little heavily, “Don’t stop…“ he whispered in vain.
Frodo was turned back over and the blanket tucked up to his chin, maneuvering the hobbit so that he was resting against him.. Aragorn smiled and leant down, his next words were barely audible, “Not now…” Not now…that meant…that meant. Frodo gazed at the ranger. He wants me…he really does… me….
“Gandalf!” Aragorn called to the door leaning back up and once again assuming a position of authority.
Gandalf entered with a smile, Sam behind him, holding a fresh bucket of water and some...mostly clean cloths. “How is our patient feeling? Relaxed?
The aloe was certainly taking effect causing a tingling cool sensation over his heated body. At the moment, Aragorn was attempting to get him to swallow some of the Valerian tea. Frodo smiled in contentment…though he wished there had been time for other things…”I feel much better thank-you….I think…think I’m ready to deal with the needle…”
Aragorn smiled reassuringly at the hobbit. “Don’t worry, little one.”
“I’m not worried.” Frodo smiled back reaching up to curl his fingers around a lock of Aragorn’s hair, “You’re here…and Sam…and Gandalf won’t hurt me if he can help it…”
Gandalf did not fail to notice the look that passed between hobbit and man, neither did Sam. Something -had- happened here. The wizard smiled at the hobbit though, not betraying anything that he felt at present. He knew what Frodo needed right now, but if the Hobbit had any idea about what was intended for Aragorn…he would be devastated.
Sam on the other hand smiled at Frodo, “You have more color, Mr. Frodo…and I’m right glad of that. Did you finish the tea?” “Yes Sam…” Frodo responded gratefully. He was feeling a little lightheaded at the moment and snuggled against Aragorn, there was no place he’d rather be right now except he wished that he could think without his head pounding…..
“Lets get started then.” Gandalf pulled up a rickety stool.
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