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�You are still healing, Faramir! This is no time for you to travel!�
Faramir ignored the man before him and tried not to wince as he hefted the saddle up on his horse�s back. �I will only be gone a few days,� he argued, trying to keep his voice low. �I will rest when I return.� In truth, he simply wanted to be free of all the watchful eyes that seemed to surround him all the time since his injury. A few days alone would do him good, and delivering a message to Rohan instead of asking one of the usual messengers to do it was the perfect excuse.
�You are *the* most stubborn man I have ever met! Why can�t you simply give in this once and listen to me?� �omer paced the length of the stables angrily, throwing his arms up in frustration.
Gritting his teeth, Faramir tried not to compare the tone of his lover�s voice to that of his father, so recently (and thankfully) departed. �I am a grown man,� he muttered, cinching the saddle tight and running his hand over Nahar�s flank. �I do not need you to treat me like a child.�
Before he could continue, �omer�s hands were on Faramir�s shoulders, pushing him roughly against the back wall of the stables. �I do *not* treat you like a child,� he growled. �I am only trying to help.�
Faramir tried to push �omer away, but he truly was still weak from the arrows he�d taken in battle only a few weeks before. Rather than meet his lover�s gaze, he sighed and looked determinedly over �omer�s shoulder at his horse. �I need to go,� he said petulantly. �You�re in my way.�
�omer rolled his eyes and played the only card he had left. Begging hadn�t helped, ordering his lover to stay had only made Faramir more determined to leave, and even the healers hadn�t sided with him, preferring not to invoke the ire of the Steward, though they knew full well Faramir was not ready to travel so soon. �If you would only wait for another week, I could at least go with you,� he said softly, even as his hands moved between them and untied the laces to Faramir�s breeches. �I only have a few more days to train the men, then Aragorn said I could take as much time off as I needed. We can ride together, sleep beneath the stars, make love in the moonlight. The king will not mind if we take a few extra days. In fact, I think he would prefer to know you are safe.�
�Let. Go. Of. Me.� Faramir tried again to move, but �omer�s hand on his shoulder was firm, and the other�the other was making Faramir react in spite of himself. �I don�t want to wait until�oh, Gods�� His head fell back against the stable wall as knowing fingers finally unlaced his breeches and delved inside, finding his semi-erect sex and stroking it gently. �Please, I need to�� His entire body shuddered as his lover�s fingernail pushed lightly into the slit on the tip of his cock. He felt the organ fill and harden almost instantly. Soft lips were pressed against his, stealing his very breath, and he automatically gripped �omer�s upper arms, now trying only half heartedly to push him away.
�omer grinned in spite of himself, never breaking the kiss. His hands moved underneath Faramir�s tunic, nails gently scratching at warm skin, and when his lover moaned into his mouth, he knew he had won this first little battle. The tunic was on the floor moments later, and �omer pulled away from the kiss, leaving Faramir breathless as he pulled off his own tunic as well. Slowly, he kissed and nipped a trail down to the already peaked nipple hidden in a nest of soft, ginger curls and pressed the flat of his tongue over the small nub of flesh, causing Faramir to whimper softly.
�At least let me make love to you before you go,� ��omer whispered, letting his teeth graze over Faramir�s skin. �It�s still early�� As he spoke, his hand tightened around his lover�s length, tugging gently.
�I�� Faramir shook his head, trying to clear the fog that seemed to have settled around his mind.
�Please�� �omer didn�t wait for an answer, instead, simply sinking down to his knees and pushing Faramir�s breeches down around his ankles. His hand moved to rest at the base of his lover�s erection and slowly, he let his lips slide down, taking his lover into his mouth inch by inch.
Faramir�s hands, still encased in the soft leather gloves he wore while riding, tangled in long blond hair, urging that wicked mouth to take him in even deeper. The horse lord was happy to oblige, relaxing his throat muscles and swallowing around the leaking head as his fingers kneaded his lover�s balls, tugging at the sensitive sack and rolling the delicate globes between his fingers.
The steward whimpered and began to shift his hips, thrusting into his lover�s throat, all thoughts of his journey forgotten, at least for the moment.
�omer lavished the heated length with long, wet swipes of his tongue, sucking hard on the swollen flesh and taking Faramir in deeper with each forward movement of his head. He knew exactly what his lover wanted, always had, always would, and before long, he heard the soft moans that were falling from beloved lips growing louder and more desperate. With a murmured warning, Faramir thrust in one final time and spilled down the horse lord�s willing throat, lifting his free hand up to his mouth to muffle his cries.
With a rather satisfied smirk on his face, �omer swallowed every drop, then kissed his way back up to the soft lips that were parted slightly as Faramir struggled to regain his breath. He gently took Faramir�s hand and laced their fingers together so his lover wouldn�t try and move, and used his free hand to reach over their head and retrieve a jar of salve they used, among other things, to soften bits of leather that could be found in the stables. Managing to twist the lid off with one hand, he dipped Faramir�s gloved fingers deep into the slick substance before he could protest.
�There, now,� he crooned, licking just beneath Faramir�s ear as he untied his own breeches and let them slide to the ground. �You can�t leave me like this, I need you.� He stroked his own erection even as Faramir�s began to come to life between them almost immediately. �Come on, make me ready, love, stretch and open me�that�s it��
�omer crooked one leg up on the stool beside them and guided his lover�s fingers between his legs, placing the slick leather clad digits at his opening. There was little Faramir could do other than murmur unintelligible words, and his fingers seemed to have a life of their own as one slid deep inside the tight passage and his other hand lifted to rest on the back of �omer�s neck. Long arms wound around his neck, and before he knew it, he was pressed to the ground and coming to rest on his knees, one finger still buried inside his lover. Slightly annoyed at the efficiency of �omer�s manipulations, he added a second finger and scissored them wide, being a little more forceful than normal.
This small protest brought nothing more than another moan from �omer, who simply slid his legs further apart, driving the fingers in impossibly deeper as he too slid to his knees on the hay strewn ground. The feel of the soft leather inside him was incredibly erotic, the supple material soothing his entrance even as his internal muscles clenched around it. Being careful not to hurt Faramir�s injured shoulder, �omer pressed their chests together and leaned forward until the steward was lying flat on his back, eyes flashing with anger and desire, his erection already swollen again and leaking onto his belly.
With a quick shift of his hips, the blond was free from the questing fingers and was straddling his lover�s hips. He reached behind him and aligned Faramir�s length up with his opening and sank down in one smooth movement, stopping only when his body was flush against his lover�s.
Faramir, still in a fit of pique, managed to grab �omer�s hips, digging his nails into heated flesh hard enough to leave bruises. The impaled man responded by rocking back and forth, making the tip of the organ buried inside him graze over his prostate with each forward thrust. His hand moved down and squeezed the base of his cock, having no intention of letting this be over anytime soon. As the hands gripping him tried to make him move faster, �omer shook his head and maintained his slow pace. He allowed Faramir to thrust up into him only when he saw the blue eyes before him pleading silently, and met his lover thrust for thrust, lifting his hips until the thick length was almost free of his passage, then sliding back down until it was buried to the hilt. He slowly began stroking himself, noticing that Faramir seemed to have forgotten all about his anger and was enjoying himself almost as much as �omer was.
He rode Faramir hard, stopping, to Faramir�s frustration, every time one of them got close. By the time he was aching so much it was almost unbearable, the sun had passed overhead and was now settling behind the distant hills. He moved faster after that, unable to stop as his hand moved faster over his flesh, and he came with a loud cry, spilling over his lover�s chest and stomach and his own fingers. His body molded around the length buried deep inside him, gripping it tightly and Faramir arched up off the ground, spilling inside the tight channel and calling out his lover�s name.
�omer lowered himself down on top of Faramir, nibbling contentedly at his ear. �Now, wasn�t that better than spending the day in the hot sun? We can get one of the servants to draw a bath for us, and��
�You always know how to get your way with me, don�t you?� Faramir sighed and ran his fingers through �omer�s hair.
�I�m just looking out for you,� his lover retorted. �You try and take on too much too soon. You were, after all, almost killed not too long ago.�
Faramir untangled himself from �omer�s embrace and stood. Without a word, he unsaddled his horse, put everything away in its proper place, and headed back toward the chambers he and �omer shared.
The blond horse lord rested back against the stable wall, trying to bite back a smile. He knew Faramir would try to leave again come morning, and though he was neglecting his duties, he thought Aragorn would understand. He was, after all, keeping the beloved Steward of Gondor safe, and though Faramir wouldn�t admit it, �omer had the sneaking suspicion that his lover counted on these �delays� as much as �omer himself did. Otherwise, he thought, why did he always make sure to tell everyone when he was leaving, and why was he always �just� putting the saddle on when �omer entered the curiously deserted stables?
Biting back a smile of his own, Faramir avoided looking over his shoulder, knowing his lover was watching him. While �omer had convinced himself that he was doing this for Faramir�s sake, Faramir knew the truth. This was the only way to get the horse lord to rest; otherwise, he worked himself into a daze more often then not, and had everyone in both Gondor and Rohan worried over him. In the coming weeks, Faramir would pack his belongings and, with Aragorn�s blessing, move to Rohan with the man he loved. He suspected that there, he would have to think up more creative ways to keep his lover busy�and he was more than prepared to make whatever sacrifices he had to and more than willing to act as the slightly weaker half of their union. He knew the truth�and to Faramir, that was all that mattered�that, and the fact that they would live happily ever after, to the end of their days.
The End