Chapter 9 -- SILENT DESIRES
And so was the scene that the wizard was greeted to when he opened the curtain. Frodo was squirming on the bed…looking like he was in a curious mixture of pain and pleasure…and Aragorn’s hands were underneath the blanket…certainly not in a location that Gandalf would have expected to see. The wizard held Sam back for a moment, wondering whether or not he ought to interrupt. Certainly Frodo seemed to not mind in the least. Aragorn’s back was to him, and Frodo’s eyes were closed. Clearly…had the ranger not been doing what he was doing…he would have noticed the older man in the doorway. Gandalf half-smiled and was about to say something, raising his hand…but Frodo spoke.
“Yes…that’s it…” Frodo whispered, “It hurts…but…that feels nice…don’t stop…right…there.” He shifted closer to the ranger, taking pleasure in the feel of the man’s fingers even at something so simple as scratching where he needed it. There were other areas on his body that needed attention…but this was the worst place…it hurt terribly…and was so close to sensitive skin.
“Is that alright Frodo? I don’t want to cause you any pain. Here…let me shift you a bit.” There was some rustling under the blanket and he smiled, as Frodo was maneuvered into a more comfortable position. “Better?”
“Yes…th-thank you… much better…” Frodo sighed softly.
Gandalf shook his head and sucked in his breath and stroked his beard, well now. “Ahem.” he cleared his throat, and the ranger whipped his head around.
Aragorn frowned at the wizard’s expression…then at Sam’s mouth, which was hanging open. Frodo’s eyes shot open and then he realized exactly where the ranger’s hands were. The hobbit went bright red and sank into the covers whilst the man quickly removed his hands from under the blanket. There was absolutely no way to explain without sounding as awkward as a 12 year old…so Aragorn sighed and forced a smile. “Gandalf…Come here…and take a look at this…”
Gandalf cleared his throat and approached, giving the ranger a hard look. Aragorn pulled the blanket down and the wizard began to peer at Frodo’s back, prodding gently here and there. Frodo squirmed. His face was beat red…and he hid it the best he could. He just wanted to curl up and die. What must they think of him? He was like a child desperate for attention. Gandalf’s fingers ran over the little bumps, which were building about the irritated patches of skin. Frodo shivered.
“It itches again,” He whimpered miserably… “Please let me…”
Aragorn held Frodo’s hand away so the wizard could examine the small hobbit reassuring Frodo gently by stroking his hair. Frodo however was far from reassured, he prayed that no one would turn him around or try to look at his front side…for certain parts were simply…not under control. Gazing helplessly at the pillow, he squirmed and fretted. Not only his back was itching…but other places as well and it was driving him a little crazy.
“Curious.” The wizard said finally. “It doesn’t seem to be an effect from the poison ivy. But upon consideration I do believe it is an allergic reaction.” One of his fingers traced around a certain section where the bumps were particularly large. “See how it’s spreading…and they’re getting bigger…its everywhere you said?” Sparing the hobbit further embarrassment Gandalf did not request to see the other affected spots.
“What could he be allergic to?” Sam found his voice finally; he stood there with his arms crossed, watching the ranger with a stern expression.
“Well.” Gandalf frowned a little, “That’s the problem. It could be anything…it could even be the bed he’s lying on. Tell me Sam…is there anything in this room that your master has had any particular reactions to before?”
Frodo’s tiny hand finally found its way to holding the one that was keeping him from scratching. His little fingers laced between the man’s hand and the hobbit turned to look up at Aragorn… filled with anxiety…and pain. Aragorn frowned when he saw the bumps forming now around the stitches that Gandalf had so carefully handled.
Gandalf spoke with Sam at length…but Aragorn didn’t hear him as Frodo’s eyes captured his. The hobbit was drawing strength from him and the ranger leaned forward suddenly and brought the small hand to his lips, kissing the back of Frodo’s knuckles comfortingly. “It is alright.” He reassured him, laying another hand across Frodo’s brow…now covered in sweat.
“Ar-Aragorn…” Frodo whispered, “Do you…” he swallowed…”I must look terrible…” he heaved a sigh and shifted a bit, trying to itch his stomach. “I’m sorry I’m so much trouble…”
Aragorn smiled, “Frodo you never look terrible.” he assured his companion, who was feeling completely wretched. “You are beautiful, and you are not any trouble.”
“Am I?” his eyes widened in surprise, he gave the other a long hard look…trying to figure out what was being said but then decided he was in too much pain to care, “Thank-you…” he breathed a sigh of relief…and a blush once again crept up his neck. “Aragorn?”
“Yes?”
“You’re beautiful too…even when you‘re kind of …” Frodo managed with a half smile as he strove to hold his nerve, “Disheveled…”
And the ranger laughed, shaking his head in amusement. This of course caused Gandalf and Sam to return their attention to the pair. Sam raised an eyebrow and Gandalf smiled just a little, “I think I may have found the answer to this quandary, my friends. I do believe that the Ringbearer might be allergic to the cure… It has happened in the past…”
“You mean Aloe?” Aragorn looked surprised gazing at Frodo in concern for they had put it everywhere…literally. Frodo paled slightly, realization sinking in.
“Yes.” He stroked his beard thoughtfully. “Sam, we must confer with the others for a moment to see if anyone has a suggestion as to how to combat this so as not to lose too much more time. Come along Sam…Frodo is in good hands.”
Sam glanced back at his master and Aragorn. “If you say so, ” the hobbit muttered a little under his breath, he didn’t like how Frodo was accepting the man’s presence so easily again but he allowed Gandalf to firmly lead him out of the room.
Once alone, Aragorn returned his attention to Frodo. “We’ll find something to help you, my friend…don’t worry…” he continued to stroke the side of the hobbit’s head…and tears began to form in the Ringbearer’s eyes, sliding down his cheeks. He couldn’t hold them back. Turning around to lie on his back…he faced the ranger fully finally…and unfortunately…one of his problems was quite clear as it poked the blanket up. He looked up at Aragorn miserably, not knowing what to say or do.
Then quite surprisingly…the man’s hands slid under the blanket… Suddenly, much to his surprise...Frodo felt him lay one of them across the most private area between his legs. Frodo started, opening his eyes wide. “What are you…” he began…then his mouth opened and he let out a silent cry as Aragorn began to stroke his shaft. One finger first, moving up and down…slowly but certainly. Yes that was definitely what was happening. He was -not- imagining this. “Oh….”
“This at least…” Aragorn kept a smile upon his lips, regarding the surprised, flustered hobbit with amusement. Frodo was -clearly- enjoying this particular treatment. “This at least…I can help with immediately…while we wait for Gandalf to return…”
“Please…” Frodo stammered softly, “It feels good…” all thoughts of pain flew from the hobbits mind as another finger was added to the treatment, and then another. With each passing moment he felt himself building up and growing larger. Transfixed at the sensation the hobbit could not remember where he was…or what was really happening. He’d only ever done this to himself…and even then quickly and in his own bathroom…away from others. “Ohh…” he let out a ragged gasp…and certainly the ranger was taking his time, prolonging any bit of pleasure that he could give the Ringbearer.
Frodo had never felt this way in his entire life…he’d never know what it was like to build slowly to a particular point. To be teased the way that those long fingers were doing. He wanted them to move faster…but the sensation of building was driving him crazy. “A…ahhh…” his whole body began to shudder right down to his toes. There was nothing in his mind now other than what was happening…and he didn’t care about anything else. He closed his eyes, shutting out the entire world…reveling in the sensations that flooded his weary body. He whimpered loudly…not caring if anyone heard, his fingers grasping at the straw on his makeshift bed.
Aragorn was rather proud of the control he was showing over his own body. His main focus right now was to give pleasure to the hobbit…without causing him any more pain. There was more that he wanted to do…much more…but right now…this simple task was all that was required. It sent a chill down his spine to see the hobbit in such ecstasy. He wanted to kiss Frodo…to take his lips in a firm caress…but not yet…not yet….
Frodo’s back arched, and Aragorn used his free arm to support the Ringbearer whilst he continued to administer this particular treatment. He felt the hobbits whole body shudder again…and knew that he was close to climaxing. The ranger however, had other ideas…he would make the moment last as long as possible. He began to slow down a little more and smiled when Frodo whimpered. Bringing the hobbit so close and then taking him down again was a most erotic feeling. Frodo began to make a little noise that sounded suspiciously like purring. When that particular noise came, the ranger decided it was time to let the hobbit release his seed.
While the Ringbearer shuddered below him, his small hands clenching and unclenching against the straw, Aragorn worked faster…and faster with his fingers…with deliberate accuracy. Frodo had never felt anything like this in his life and with a sudden moment he knew he was going to spill out. He couldn’t hold it in any longer. “I’m going to....” He gasped.
And he did…the act of it was simply…exhilarating. Aragorn pulled the blanket away just in time so as not to make a mess. While the ranger proceeded to clean him off, Frodo lay there shuddering for a long time. Then as he came down from the heights he soon began to feel his body again…and he whimpered. Finally, after Argorn had finished, Frodo gazed up at the ranger, “That was…” he began breathlessly…”A very… pleasant treatment.” And the surprised hobbit was still gasping…color in his cheeks and neck as he desperately tried to think.
“At least.” Aragorn half-smiled, rather pleasantly surprised at the fact that the hobbit was not quite so small as his size would indicate. “It gave you something else to think about…” His eyes were focused upon Frodo’s lips at the moment as they trembled, gazing up at him. He could see the soft pink tongue just between them and knew what he wanted.
Frodo’s heart pounded…Aragorn was going to kiss him! His mind was reeling from the shock and pleasure of what had just happened. Not in a million years would he have imagined that this would ever be real. Arwen…what about…he found he didn’t want to know…all he wanted to know was that here and now…the one he wanted the most was doing this to -him-. The man finally closed the distance between the hobbit and himself…their lips met and Frodo let out a small squeak of surprise. The next few moments were a blur of tongue and desperation…each trying to drown in the other…their hunger deepening with each passing minute. Soon the ranger almost forgot what pain the hobbit was in until Frodo squirmed uncomfortably, reaching around to try and scratch his back.
Unlocking his tongue from within the sweet contours of the Ringbear’s butterfly lips Aragorn drew away. He lifted Frodo into his arm so that the hobbit could cling to him while his own fingers relieved the itching. Frodo sighed in contentment…nestling his head against Aragorn’s shoulder. Whatever happened now…he could take it. He’d been kissed…and quite thoroughly…
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