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Farewell
Author: PHYTHA
Beta: FairyFlora
Email: [email protected]
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Boromir/Theodred
Warnings: none
Request: Boromir/Theodred
Written For: Miriel
A/N: Hope you enjoy it, merry Xmas
Boromir felt uncomfortable standing in the hall of Meduseld with the pale eyes of Grima Wormtounge fixed upon him. Something just wasn`t like it used to be. He had been a welcomed guest in these halls many times before, Gondor and Rohan were neighbours and allies for centuries, but now these eyes were taxing him and the king of Rohan seemed to be far away in thought, not caring for what happened before his throne. The young man threw a glance at Theodred, who stood behind his father. Slightly shifting from one leg to the other and biting his lips, he looked as worried and nervous as his guest felt.
"So, if I got you right, you want us to lend you one of our famous horses?" the king's counsellor said in his hoarse and sluggish voice, grinning with open disgust at Boromir, "Did you hear this, my king, he wants one of our horses!"
Theoden aimed his barely focused gaze at the man in front of his throne and Boromir took the chance to address the king directly: "Theoden of Rohan, I, Boromir, son of Denethor of Gondor, have come before your throne to ask you a favour. My father sent me away on a long and dangerous journey, a mission the fates of our countries may depend upon. So please grant my plea and entrust me with a horse bred in the famous stables of Rohan. And", he continued with a stern glance at Grima, "I want to speak with you, my king, not with this something, crawling at your feet!"
Boromir looked again at Theodred, as if to seek support, and noticed with a shock, that the young man had paled at his words and tears were shimmering in his downcast eyes. Inwardly he cursed himself for being this bold and letting himself be carried away by his anger.
"Boromir, son of my friend Denethor, be welcomed." The words were barely audible, the voice old and trembling. "I am always glad to see you in my halls, of course your wish will be granted. Theodred, care for our guest, let a meal be served for him and show him to the stables!"
"So, my king, do we have spare horses for every shaggy adventurer stumbling into our hall?" Grima`s face was distorted with contempt. "Are there no horses in Gondor, so that they need to take ours? But I see", he let his dirty grin wander between the two young men, who felt even more uncomfortable under his gaze, "as Gondor wants a Rohan mount, who am I to deny it!"
"My father", the young prince stepped in front of the throne, "I will show Boromir to the pastures. We'll take something to eat with us and don't expect us back soon."
"Be thanked for your kindness, my king!" With a stiff bow the man from Gondor turned to walk away with his friend.
"Ah, a good stallion for our pretty young guest!" Wormtounge's laughter followed them as they almost fled out of Meduseld.
Outside the Golden Hall both men let out a deep breath, as if to cast away the shadows. "What`s wrong with your father?" Boromir frowned. "He seems to have aged beyond measure since I last saw him, and this was only some months ago."
"Please, my friend, let's get away from here, it seems the air in there is poisoned and I can't breathe. We'll get something to eat and some bottles of wine from the kitchen and then in the meadows we can find shelter, share our meal and talk. And it seems we do have a lot to talk about." Theodred`s eyes were full of sorrow, as he locked them with his friend's. "But not now and not here, where the stones have ears and evil is lingering around."
After a short ride the two friends had reached the grassy plains of Rohan, where the fine horses were grazing in the sunshine and a quite comfortable looking wooden hut stood near a rivulet.
"Here you will find everything your heart desires, beloved", Theodred waved his hands in a great gesture around the place, "a horse, shelter to enjoy meat, bread and wine and maybe," blushing deeply he smiled at the older man, "a Rohan mount."
"I can't tell you how much I missed you, how much I longed to see you, to feel you, to be together with you!" Boromir drew the prince to his body, holding him in a close embrace, covering his whole face with tender kisses. Moaning the young man leaned into the touch, bringing their bodies even closer together, his mouth slightly open, eager to find his lover's kiss. When their lips and tongues finally met both men let out a suppressed moan.
Theodred opened his mouth a little more to give them more space to taste and explore each other, tongues circling tongue, diving deep into eager mouths. They rubbed their groins together, feeling the arousal build up in their bodies. Finally the need to breathe forced them to end their passionate kiss. They looked at one another, eyes still sparkling with pleasure, lips red and swollen from kissing and their erections still seeking friction.
"I love you so much, I want you so much", Boromir held the younger man's head rested against his shoulder,"but we have to talk first. There will be time for everything else, but too much has happened, too much is going to happen to ignore it. Let's go inside and discuss matters while having some bread and meat and drinking wine."
Holding his friend at arm's length he said with wonder in his voice: "You are so beautiful Theodred. Every time I see you, you seem to be even more beautiful than ever before!"
"It's your beauty being mirrored in my face, it's the joy of being together with you, making my whole body shimmer and shine!" The lips of the young prince searched again for the mouth of his lover and drew him into another mind searing kiss, tongue meeting tongue in the old eternal dance, delving deep into the hot and moist cavern of the other's mouth, probing, licking, tasting. Their bodies swayed like one, seeking even more pressure, more friction, groins grinding together, hard member rubbing against hard member, hands stroking down backs, clamping around asses and shoulders and entwining in hair.
Boromir pushed his thigh between his lover's legs, eager to get more contact with his straining hardness, to press his own hard length against him. Their moans got louder and more passionate, transforming into little cries. It seemed nigh a fight as they tried to melt their bodies into one, devouring one another.
"By all gods!" Theodred whispered, when they finally broke apart, breathless and panting heavily, "It feels too good! Stop doing this to me, or I'll come right here and now, soiling my pants!"
"I've other ways in mind to make you come than soiling your pants", Boromir grinned and cupped his hand over the bulge between the younger man's legs, feeling the hot dampness of precum leaking through the fabric. "But for now, eat, drink and talk!" With a final squeeze, which made Theodred gasp and wince, he let go of his lover and led him into the welcoming shelter.
Soon both of them were rested on a heap of blankets in the cosy hut, food and drinks laid out before them. "Come closer love, I want to hold you while we talk."
The man from Gondor drew his lover to him, letting him lean against his chest and wrapping his arm firmly around his shoulder. "Now tell me, what happened to your father? The king of Rohan was a man in his best years when I met him just some months ago, strong, proud and unbroken. And now he seems to be a weak tattering old man, and he is ten years younger than my own father. Is there a sickness, which has befallen your country?"
"A sickness named Grima Wormtounge! Sometimes I think he has cast a spell upon my father, draining all his strength from him, maybe even his life." Theodred's face looked worried, his voice almost trembled. "Father has fallen completely under his influence and Grima is whispering honeysweet doom into his ears. He doesn't eat without Grima, he doesn't talk without Grima, Grima has become all his life, always present, always whispering. Sometimes I think that my father doesn't even notice me, he seems not to know who I am! I - his only son!" A desperate sob escaped Theodred's throat and his voice broke.
"My love, my love." Boromir pulled him even closer, his mouth resting in his hair, humming soothingly and rocking him softly until the desperate sobs ended. "These really are bad news. But how could this happen? Theoden always seemed to be a very reasonable man, not likely to fall under such influence. Do you think they are lovers?"
"Never, never, never!" Theodred freed himself from the comforting embrace, his voice now shaking with disgust. "I can't imagine this slimy creature in my father's arms, these greasy hands touching my father's skin and this drooling mouth---I think I'm going to be sick. Besides, although this may not mean too much, I've noticed the way Grima glances at my cousin Eowyn like he'd be up to tear her clothes from her body. Why should he lust after the king's niece, when he could have the king himself?"
"Calm down love, calm down! Lean back against me and let me soothe you! It was just a question and not a statement! Try to relax again baby, I'm here with you, I'm here!" Boromir took the young prince back into his arms, stroking his face and kissing his forehead tenderly.
"I didn't know what a threat you have to live with and I'm also worried about Eowyn, it must be horrible for her, to live with such a menace." He let his hand slip under Theodred's tunic, gliding over his bare chest and gently rubbing his nipples until he felt the tension leaving his lover's body, who finally relaxed again, leaning into the soft touch and murmuring with pleasure. But even then Boromir didn't stop his treatment. He had just decided that the hardening nipples felt too good under his hand.
"You could marry my cousin, than she would be safe", Theodred cuddled back into the arms of his lover, smiling wryly at him.
"How could I, it's you I love and only you! How could I marry a woman, if it's a man I'm in love with? It wouldn't make her happy", Boromir whispered in his lover's ear letting his tongue circle the earlobe and nibbling softly on it. He smiled, when his actions were rewarded by a moan and a wriggling body.
"Of all women living on Middle-Earth," the prince managed to say, when he got back his breath, "she's the one who would understand. I know, she wouldn't stand between us, at least if she had some nice maidens to please her. I even think she knows about us and she understands, being in the same situation, only the other way round. Besides, she is really fond of you. Some time ago she mentioned to me that if she must be married to a man, it should be you, because you would know what's going on and not trouble her. But now let's talk about you, my love. You mentioned a long and dangerous journey. Where are you leaving for and why? I don't want you to leave me!" He snuggled even closer into the warm body, holding him so tight and comforting.
"There have been rumours and dreams." The older man freed himself a little bit, frowning. He knew that he had to focus his mind on what he was going to say. "Dreams and rumours of danger and hope. The shadows are growing, orcs are roaming our countries, the fires of Mordor are gleaming in the night. There are rumours of the one ring, and there are rumours of the king who is to come. My father sent me to Rivendell to ask for counsel and maybe help. If I can fulfil my task, I could have the means to save our world." Now the eyes of the man gleamed with determination.
"But why you? Why did your father send you away, his firstborn, his heir? Rivendell is far away and yes, there are lots of dangers on your way, with all the orcs and other dark creatures creeping out of Mordor. Why do you have to go and not Faramir, whom I also know as a very strong and brave man?" Theodred's face was a mask of sorrow and concern.
"I don't know myself, my love," Boromir sighed deeply, "I don't know why my father doesn't trust my brother. Sometimes I almost think he hates him. Yes, my brother is a good man, he is brave and strong, I would trust him with my life. But no matter what deeds he accomplishes, it's never enough for my father to be proud of his younger son, or even to notice him. I really love my brother and I want to help him, because I see how hard it is for him to be ignored by our father. But I don't know how. Maybe father doesn't want to see Faramir, because he reminds him of our mother, who died in childbirth. I remember her faintly and my brother has her eyes and fair curls. I think my father loved his wife dearly and never forgave his child to be the cause of her death. So I have to leave, only because Denethor envies his lastborn every chance of fame and great deeds. He doesn't want Faramir to be able to save Middle-Earth and to be regarded as a hero by our people. For that reason I have to go, I have to save Middle-Earth, I have to play hero."
Boromir had sunken back onto the blankets and now it was Theodred's turn to soothe his lover with soft kisses.
"Sometimes I almost hate my father!", the words were barely audible, "But one thing I swear to you, my love: this shall be the last time we'll have to part. When we meet again nothing shall separate us ever after!" With these words the man from Gondor drew the young prince close to him and covered him with his body. "Maybe", he whispered, tracing an earlobe with his tongue, "I'll even marry Eowyn, then we are relatives and can visit one another any time we want, without making up false excuses. We actually do have horses in Gondor and I really just wanted a Rohan mount!"
Theodred gasped under the ministrations of the older man. "We are a pair of men, we are, with both our fathers whom we must obey. Why can't we just be the sons of some peasant or stable boy so we'd have time enough to roll in the hay together without having to part just because of an illusion of our kingly fathers!"
"A roll in the hay sounds good to me!"
Boromir's bigger body pinned his lover down, his growing arousal pressing against the other's already hard length. His tongue traced its way down his lover's exposed neck, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin. His cock twisted, when he felt the swaying Adams apple under his lips. He wanted to feel more, was suddenly angry about the layers of cloth between them. From the way Theodred tore wantonly on his tunic he could figure that the other man felt the same. Somehow they managed to free themselves from their tunics without loosing too much contact. Both men moaned with delight when bare skin finally met bare skin. Theodred traced a line through the hair on Boromir's chest.
"I love this, you know, I love you all furry and soft." The line ended when the nimble fingers reached a tiny nipple, circling it teasingly, pressing and pulling until it reached full hardness.
"And I love this", Boromir panted, stroking the soft bare skin of his lover's chest, also aiming for the nipple, to give back the pleasure he got. Soon he replaced his fingers with his mouth, his tongue lapping over the hardening flesh and he noticed with delight that he was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath and a longing movement of the young man's hips.
Theodred had his head thrown back; his eyes were shut close, his gasping mouth open, lips shimmering with moisture. His hips were moving, almost desperately seeking for something to rub his aching hard member against. He wasn't going to last long like this; his need for release, built up over such a long time, was too great.
With a light chuckle Boromir noticed his beloved's need and slowly let his lips and tongue trace their way down the heavy panting stomach.
"So good---so good---", Theodred managed to moan, "but please love---please---don't tease me---need to come---need to come so badly."
Circling his tongue around a wildly fluttering bellybutton, Boromir's nimble fingers undid his lover's breeches, finally freeing his almost painful erection. Big pearls of precum were already oozing out of the slit in the purple head and Boromir swiftly swept his tongue over it, eager not to miss one of the precious drops. As always he was overwhelmed by how good his lover tasted.
"You taste so good - I can't get enough of you", he murmured, his lips and tongue wrapped around the leaking tip, savouring every salty drop.
Theodred arched his back with a hoarse cry at the sudden sensation of a warm, wet tongue gliding over his throbbing flesh. It was almost more than he could bear. As much as he wanted this to last, as desperately he needed to come.
"Boromir---please---more---please---oh gods---more" Entangling his fingers in his lover's hair he tried to push his needy shaft deeper into the hot cavern. The sight of the wet mouth and the purple tongue playing teasingly around his hot member almost brought him over the edge.
"Mmm, you feel so good in my mouth; you look so very, very hot lying there before me all wanton and gleaming with arousal!"
Boromir locked eyes with his lover and let his tongue slowly wander up and down the velvety length, circling the leaking head, nibbling gently with lips and teeth. To see the young man's heavy panting chest, his lust darkened eyes and to hear the groans and mewls escaping the swollen lips almost made him come himself. He knew that Theodred was close and felt his urgent need for release. But not now; he wanted to make this last a little longer, to give his lover as much pleasure as he could manage.
Holding the bucking hips in a firm grip Boromir slowly engulfed the hot hardness, ignoring the wanton pleadings for release. He cupped the soft and heavy balls in one hand, gently squeezing and rolling them between his fingers.
"Love--- I'm so close---so close---please---make me come" Theodred's voice was a constant groan, from time to time mingled with helpless cries. His head was thrown back, rolling helplessly from side to side.
Now Boromir started to suck his lover in earnest, taking all of his shivering length, softly humming and swallowing around the throbbing head. Carefully pulling at the sensitive balls he moved one of his fingers to the tiny pulsating hole, circling around it and pressing against the entrance.
"Boromir!---By all Gods!!!" With a hoarse cry Theodred's body almost cramped in a seizure as finally his orgasm hit him and he filled the eagerly waiting mouth with spurts after spurts of his hot seed.
Having swallowed everything to the last drop and licked his lover clean, Boromir took the still trembling body in his arms. Kissing him fondly and letting him taste his own come.
"That's your taste, love, see how good it is? I love it so much, I love you so much!" His own need still being unfulfilled he rubbed his groins against Theodred's hips.
"Love, what about you, you didn't come You didn't even take off your trousers. Come, let me take care of this!" The young man swiftly opened the still fastened breeches and cradled the finally freed erection in his hand.
"But something just came to my mind", he tried to grin mischievously, although this couldn't mask the hint of sorrow in his eyes, "You're going to Rivendell and there you'll meet elves. Everyone knows that elves are the most beautiful beings. Will you still love me, when you are among them?"
"Come here love, come here. I don't care for the beauty of elves; the only beauty to be found is the beauty of a certain man of the Rohirrim. And besides", kissing him deeply Boromir let his lover once more probe their mingled tastes, "Do you really think there is any elf tasting like this? How can you think I could ever stop loving you?"
Deepening the kiss Theodred stroked his thumb across his friend's precum leaking hardness, bringing it to their joined mouths. He almost instantly got hard again when his digit was sucked in and probed by an eager tongue.
"And what if you meet the king?" Now pure mischief was shining in the young man's eyes. "And he asks you to serve him?"
"I'll tell him, that I only serve him with my sword! - The one in my hand I mean, not the one you're almost squashing at the very moment", Boromir muttered, trying to move his penis in the tight grip.
"Sorry love." Releasing his grip a little Theodred started to move his hand up and down the rock hard member, stroking and twisting his fingers around the thick shaft until the older man's breathing became ragged and he started to moan.
"Theodred, I want to be inside you, now!"
The husky and needful voice made Theodred go all goose-pimply, and with a loud moan of anticipation he rolled onto his back, spreading his legs wide to gain his lover access.
"Come, love, I want it as much as you! Don't let me wait, take me now!" Theodred drew in a deep breath and wriggled his hips invitingly.
Boromir roamed through the heap of clothes, finally drew out a little bottle of oil and swiftly covered his fingers with the fluid.
Drawing his lover into another mind-melting kiss he brought his oil-slick finger between Theodred's legs and began to trace it around the pulsating opening. A deep moan and a thrash of hips against his hand was the immediate answer. Circling the tight entrance he slowly pushed his finger in, penetrating the ring of muscles until he was all seated in the hot channel.
Theodred arched his back with a needful groan when a second finger was added and deliberately stroked over his prostate. He spread his legs even wider, clamping his fists into the blankets when the languid thrusts continued, reaching his sweet spot every time, until he was sure he couldn't take it any longer.
"Love---let me---let me show you the skills of a Rohan rider! -- Lay back and---and let me take care of things!" The mischievous grin he tried to manage was distorted by his heavy panting.
With a hoarse grunt Boromir obeyed, swiftly slicking up his aching hard member with oil. He reached for his lover and placed him over his lap. Never loosing eye contact he nudged the young man's opening with his swollen purple tip, desperately seeking entrance.
"Make it slow, love---make it slow. I want to watch me disappear in your body!"
With a sharp intake of breath Theodred circled his hips, slowly allowing the pulsating head to breach his entrance, impaling himself inch by inch on the rigid shaft. Being stretched and filled gradually like this, all the time knowing that his lover was watching closely, was the most erotic feeling Theodred had ever experienced. Needy whimpers escaped his mouth and he gritted his teeth against the need to set up a fast and hard rhythm that would bring them both over the edge.
Boromir groaned loudly; he found it hard to keep his eyes focused. Feeling his throbbing member being enveloped at snakes trail by his lover's welcoming heat, seeing the tiny opening stretched firmly around his thick hardness, hearing their mingled whimpers, moans and grunts, and smelling the fragrance of sweat and sex evaporating from their bodies was enough to make him come. But he didn't want to come now, he wanted this to last, he wanted to enhance the pleasure as much as possible.
"Too close love---just a minute---regain control---then ride me---ride me, as only a rider of Rohan can ride!" Boromir's raggedly muttered words were almost more than Theodred could bear. But he forced himself to calm down, knowing exactly that the satisfaction would be even greater.
Soon the breathing of the two men became more even under soft kisses and whispered loving words. Now Theodred didn't want to wait any longer. Now he finally wanted to bring them both to fulfilment. Rotating his hips and rocking his pelvis back and forth he started to move in a steady pace up and down his lover's length.
Boromir bucked his hips to deepen the thrusts and was rewarded by a loud groan every time he brushed over the young man's prostate. He was moaning constantly by now under the onslaught of Theodred's lovemaking, the gyrating hips and the rocking pelvis almost driving him insane.
"Yes--- gods---so good---take me hard--- want to feel you----feel you for the next---the next weeks----oh Gods!" Theodred's moans changed to ragged cries when his lover plunged harder and deeper into him, increasing the speed to a nearly unbearable extend.
Both men were crying out loud by now, slamming their bodies together, writhing and moaning, seeking their release.
Knowing by the increasing tension of the shivering channel enveloping his own straining hardness that his lover was close Boromir wrapped his hand around Theodred's leaking member, pumping it in the rhythm of his thrusts.
Tilting back his head Theodred tensed up one final time and screaming his lover's name he spilled his hot seed into Boromir's awaiting hand.
Bringing his hand to his mouth Boromir licked his come covered fingers, once again devouring the delicious taste of his lover. Tasting Theodred's essence, still being seated in him was enough to let Boromir loose control. With a hoarse roar he bucked his hips one more time and came in heavy spurts, filling the young man with his salty fluid.
Some unknown time later the two men were still cuddled together, totally satisfied and relaxed, enjoying tender kisses and touches. Boromir carefully disentangled himself from his lover's embrace and sat up, running his hand softly over Theodred's chest. Reaching for the so long neglected wine he poured two cups for the two of them. Giving one to his friend he smiled mockingly: "An amazing ride, love, I really like your skills. But now my body has other needs."
Soon the men had stilled their other hunger with bread, meat and wine and cuddled back into the blankets, snuggling and kissing until they felt their arousal grow again. Circling his hand lazily over Theodred's stomach Boromir looked deep into his lover's eyes and whispered with a kind of wonder in his voice: "Theodred, love, I want to feel you in me! I want to ride away tomorrow with your essence in my body, so that a part of you will always be with me. Please do it, do it now!"
"Boromir, no! You don't have to do this!" Theodred's face was twisted with concern. "You told me about your - your bad experience, your bad memories. I don't want to trouble you; I don't want to hurt you! I love you so much!"
"Love, I want it! Yes, there are bad memories; yes, I have been too frightened until now. But now I want it, I really want, I trust you, my love, I know, you'll never hurt me. Please, erase the bad memories from my mind and replace them with good ones."
"You're really sure about this? You don't do this just to please me?"
"I'm surer than I have ever been in my live! Every time I'm in you I see the bliss of lust on your face, hear your moans and cries of pleasure. I want to feel, what you feel, want to feel, how good it can be - how good it is. And I know, with you it will be good!" Although Boromir looked straight into his lover's eyes and his mouth was curled in a confident smile, there was still a little hint of discomfort in his voice, as if he was anxious about his own desires.
An awful feeling crept down Theodred's spine, he sensed, that his friend was not only offering him his body, but his very soul. He drew his lover into a tight embrace and, kissing him tenderly, murmured in his ear: "I will make it good for you, I promise! And I'll stop if you can't bear it, I'll be gentle and try not to hurt you! Now lay back and relax, it will be good!"
Slowly Theodred began to kiss his way down Boromir's face. He let his tongue trace a line to the sensitive hollow of his lover's neck, where he licked and nibbled on the soft skin before he went on to the rigid nipples. Circling them with his tongue he sucked the hard peaks into his mouth, gently biting on them. His nervousness faded a little, when he heard that his treatment was answered by soft moans. Gradually he kissed his way down Boromir's stomach, licking around the navel and plunging his tongue into it. Encouraged by his lover's increasing groans Theodred let his mouth slide farther down to the awaiting hardness. There he kissed and nibbled his way up and down the throbbing length, lapping his tongue over the sensitive tip, devouring the big pearl of precum leaking out of the tiny slit with a delighted moan. He gently spread his lover's legs and settled between them, never stopping to caress the aching organ.
Boromir felt the anxious tension slowly leave his body, making place for pure delight. He was not used to being this much out of control, to let another take over totally like this, but this was Theodred, this was his beloved and for that it was good and he enjoyed every sensation his lover gave to his body. His nerves were already tingling with pleasure, his breath escaping his heavily panting chest in soft moans. He drew in a sharp gasp when his straining member was licked and nibbled by a hot wet mouth and a nimble tongue. He bucked his hips and had no other wish than to let this pleasant feeling last for ever. But then the blissful mouth moved on, moved down to his heavy balls to lick them tenderly and to suck them carefully into the moist cavern. This felt even better. Boromir couldn't suppress a loud moan and clamped his hands into the blankets. But the mouth didn't stop there, he went on towards..., was about to touch...this.
Theodred felt the sudden tension in his lover's body and at once his own nervousness was back again. Tenderly he kissed the insides of Boromir's thighs, trying to calm him down. Looking deep into the older man's worried eyes he murmured soothingly: "Relax, love, relax. It's me, I won't harm you! Relax; it will be good, I promise!"
With a heavy sigh Boromir rested back and even spread his legs a little wider, to let his lover have his way with him. He decided that the slick hot tongue circling his tight opening really felt good and gave himself over to the blissful sensation. And good it was. The agile tongue was licking and probing round his entrance, gently penetrating the taut ring of muscles with a nimble tip. Boromir thought he had never experienced something as gratifying. Encouraged by his heavy moans the smooth tongue increased the speed, plunging deeper into the willing body. Boromir groaned out loud and bucked his hips, eager to get even more contact.
"Gods it feels so good--- Theodred, it feels so good--- please ---don't stop ---don't stop!"
"I promised you, it will be good, love. And it will be even better! Do you trust me enough for the next step?"
As the question was answered by a slight nod Theodred quickly covered his fingers with oil. Distracting his lover with a deep kiss he nudged the pulsating entrance with his oil-slick finger, slowly increasing the pressure until he felt the taut muscular ring give way and gently started to slide his digit in. Again Boromir's body tensed up and Theodred waited patiently until his lover felt comfortable again. The young man was rock hard by now, his member aching with need, precum leaking in shimmering pearls down his straining shaft. As soon as his finger was seated full length in Boromir's hot channel Theodred began to circle it around in order to find the small bundle of nerves which would give his lover the ultimate pleasure.
"Gods! What was that?" Boromir's eyes were wide open with wonder and lust. "Theodred, can you do this again? Please---please do it again!" He cried out loud, his whole body writhing and shaking when his lover obeyed.
Theodred looked with amazement at the fierce reaction of his lover. Seeing him squirming, arching his back under loud groans was almost more than he could endure. All he wanted to do was to plunge his needful organ deep into the sweat shimmering body. But still he had to wait. Slowly he let a second finger follow the first, carefully stretching the tight entrance, every thrust reaching for his lover's prostate eliciting even more ragged whimpers and cries.
"Theodred---need more---need you--- please---please---give me ---ah Gods ---so good!"
With one swift motion Theodred covered his straining hardness with oil, removed his fingers and replaced them with his throbbing length. It took all his strength not to plunge into his lover with one fierce stroke. Biting his lips he pushed into his lover in a slow and even glide. Seeing Boromir frown and turn his head at the sudden discomfort of the intrusion he stopped in mid-motion.
"Love, love, it's me! Are you all right love? Do you want me to stop? We-we don't have to do this like that!"
Slowly Boromir turned back his head and looked into his lover's eyes. Seeing the deep concern mingled with barely hidden lust in Theodred's face he managed a wry smile.
"Don't stop, love, I want it! I'm alright, just please, be gentle!"
"I'll try, my love," was the whispered answer as Theodred continued his slow glide, forcing himself to give his lover time to accustom to every inserted inch, until his aching member was finally all surrounded by the pulsating hot tightness. Seeing that Boromir was relaxed and at ease Theodred began to push into his lover in a slow and steady pace, sliding over Boromir's prostate with every thrust.
"Love, you're so hot, --- so tight--- so good to be in you---to feel you around me!" Theodred's words came out as ragged moans, as he started to plunge deeper into his lover's body.
"Gods, it feels so good---it feels so good!" Boromir moaned in a trancelike chant, his head rolling from side to side.
Theodred felt he wouldn't last long, but still he wanted to give his lover as much pleasure as possible. He thrust into him in a deep and steady rhythm, each stroke answered by Boromir's blissful chant.
"So good---so good---so good---" The voice seemed to come from far away, lost in an enchanted trance, mingled with moans, whimpers and little cries.
The tension of Boromir's body told Theodred that this lover was as close as he himself. He took his lover's leaking shaft in a firm grip, pumping it in the rhythm of his thrusts.
"Look at me love---look at me!"
Boromir's lust-clouded eyes opened in an unfocused gaze.
"Theodred---love---so good---so good---need to come---make me come---Gods!---Theodred!"
"Love---so close---can't hold it back---come for me---love---come with me!"
With a hoarse roar, their voices mingled like one, the two men reached a seemingly never-ending orgasm, their bodies almost melting into one another, writhing and squirming under the onslaught of their fierce climax.
It took them some time to regain their breaths and all they could do was to cuddle together in sleepy contentment. Theodred snuggled closer into his lover's embrace and murmured in a drowsy voice: "Maybe you won't be able to sit on a horse tomorrow, then you'll have to stay with me and I'll take care that you'll not be able to sit on a horse ever again."
But all the answer he got was a slight snore.
When Theodred awoke in the next morning Boromir was already half dressed, preparing for his leave.
"So you really will go away." Although the young man had known this much, he could not leave the pain out of his voice.
"Yes love, you know, I have to leave. But as I promised yesterday, it will be the last time. When we meet again nothing shall separate us ever again." Locking his eyes with his lover's he added: "And you know, I always keep my word."
"You wanted a horse for your journey. You can take mine, it's the best I can give you and besides, if you ride it, something of me will be with you."
"There are other precious things of you I carry with me, love", Boromir whispered, kissing his lover deeply once more. "But now I really have to leave. It will be the last time, love, remember my words, the last time we have to part."
With this Boromir mounted his horse, riding away without looking back. He didn't want his lover to see the tears rolling down his cheeks.
The End
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