Eyes of the Goddess

Boromir sighed wearily as they entered the captain's quarters. "Gods I feel as if I haven't slept in a lifetime." Boromir said quickly divesting himself of all but his breeches and crawling into the bunk.

Aragorn smiled at the younger man, he knew exactly what he meant. He walked over to the bunk and smiled down at Boromir.

"You going to join me? Even Kings need to rest." Boromir said sitting up on his elbows.

Aragorn laughed and began undressing as well. When he was clothed in nothing but his breeches he climbed into the bunk with his friend. Boromir shifted beside him and Aragorn leaned over the blond man and took his lips in a searing kiss. Aragorn assaulted his mouth with lips, tongue, and occasionally teeth. Boromir had never felt this much passion and enthusiasm from Aragorn before and desire surged through his body, his breeches soon became too tight in response.
When they broke the kiss both men were out of breath and Aragorn smiled while he tucked an errant lock of blond hair behind his lovers ear.

"Aragorn...I want this...I want you." Boromir said looking deep into his Kings blue eyes. He had wanted this for so long he can't remember a time when he didn't want this.

"As do I, love." Aragorn said kissing him again.

Boromir sucked Aragorn's lower lip into his mouth, caressing it with his tongue. Aragorn opened to him and Boromir plundered his mouth and tugged the older man closer to him. Aragorn felt Boromir's hard length grind against his own and when he moaned Boromir answered with his own. Their hands tangled in one another's hair and their beards scraped each other's skin as they feverishly kissed until Aragorn had to come up for air.

"Gods Boromir!" He gasped as he drew a shaky breath and found himself lost in sparkling green eyes.

"Take whatever you want of me, my liege." Boromir said in surrender. He would do whatever Aragorn wan

Aragorn stared at him for a moment.

"I do not wish to take you Boromir." Aragorn answered and he saw pain flash into Boromir's eyes. "Do not misunderstand my love, I would prefer that you take me." Aragorn said smoothing his hand across Boromir's cheek. Boromir was stunned; he did not think that a King, a man such as Aragorn would want that. Never had he dreamed it.

"But...have you ever?" Boromir stammered.

"No, but I have never loved another man as I love you, Boromir. I wish for you to take me." Aragorn repeated.

"Then we need to get rid of all our clothing." Boromir said pushing Aragorn up. Aragorn nearly laughed. They both rose and removed their breeches and then tumbled back onto the bunk wrapped in each other's arms. Boromir pulled Aragorn down into another deep kiss and then shifted their position untilwas was on his side with Aragorn on his back. He ran his hands all across his king's body, exploring his scars, and muscles. He had seen Aragorn before but never allowed himself time to truly look at his beautiful form. Boromir began trailing kisses across Aragorn's chest and then teased a tight nipple with his teeth and tongue. Aragorn writhed under the touch and gasped.

"Please...Boromir." He begged.

Boromir smiled against his skin and began licking and kissing lower until he came to his stomach and then lower still. As Boromir slowly took Aragorn's hard length into his mouth, a deep groan rumbled from the darker man. Boromir set a steady pace licking and sucking until he heard Aragorn moaning and could taste him in his mouth. He had dreamed of this, oh he had dreamed of this so often. He began working in earnest and used his hand to caress Aragorn's balls and then he pressed his finger against his tight opening. He did not enter him just applied pressure which caused Aragorn to call out and his hips to buck off the bed and spill inside Boromir's mouth. Boromir licked and sucked until he was satisfied his love was sated he raised up to look at him. Aragorn looked down at the blond man and tugged him up for a deep kiss. He could still taste himself in the kiss and it made him flush with another wave of desire.

"Take me, Boromir." Aragorn whispered and he saw the flamespasspassion leap in his lovers green eyes.

"Turn over onto your knees it will be easier this first time that way. I have no desire to hurt you." Boromir advised then he rolled off the bunk and grabbed his pack.

"What are you doing?" Aragorn asked.

"Seeking...this." He said pulling out a small vial that resembled the one that contained his sword oil.

Soon Boromir was back on the bunk and between his lover's legs. He began rubbing the oil on his fingers then rubbed them against his lover's tight opening. Slowly a single finger slid inside Aragorn and he could feel him tense.

"Relax my love, I will not hurt you, please." Boromir whispered. Aragorn willed himself to relax and soon Boromir's finger curled inside of him and hit a spot, which made him jump. Stars danced in front of his eyes and he gasped and moaned loudly.

Boromir smiled. "That makes the discomfort more than bearable does it not?"

"More." Was all Aragorn could say.

Soon one finger was replaced with two and then three. Aragorn was moaning and finally he said, "Please Boromir I want to feel you inside of me...please take me beloved."

Boromir shivered at the words...they were almost his undoing right there.

"Yes love." Boromir answered and removed his fingers. Aragorn nearly whimpered at the loss but soon he felt the heat of Boromir's erection pressing into his entrance slowly. Aragorn clenched his teeth, he was thicker than his fingers and there was pain but there was also pleasure. Once Boromir was seated fully within his King he stopped and waited for Aragorn to adjust to the intrusion. Aragorn shifted pushing back toward Boromir and that was all the invitation the blond man needed. He began pumping into his love with deep slow thrusts, then he changed angles and Aragorn suddenly moaned loudly and his hips thrust back as Boromir hit that spot again.

"Boromir! More!" Aragorn callet ant and the younger man began moving faster plunging deep within him. Both men were moaning with each deep thrust and Aragorn called out in elvish. The foreign words pushed Boromir over the edge and soon he was slamming into the other man with force and speed, as both were nearing the edge. Boromir reached around and stroked the other man's erection with long smooth movements. Aragorn cried out as another orgasm slammed through his body with such force he was shuddering and barely able to stay on his hands and knees. A moment later Boromir called out his release as he spilled inside his lover. Both men collapsed onto the bunk shuddering and gasping for air. After a few moments Boromir pulled away and then collapsed beside Aragorn pulling him into a tight embrace and kissing his forehead.

"I love you." He whispered softly.

Aragorn smiled. "And I love you dear one." He had never felt anything quite like that before in his life. He intended to feel it again and again with Boromir. It had been well worth the wait.

Both men fell asleep in each other's arms. All too soon they were awakened by a knock on the door. Aragorn grumbled and got up pulling on his breeches as Boromir did the same.

Aragorn stalked to the door and swung it open to see his foster brother Elladan, "We are approaching Minas Tirith. It is cloaked in the darkness of the Enemy. I fear that there will be no dawn."

Aragorn nodded. Boromir looked at him as he tugged on his clothing.

"Here we go again." Boromir mumbled.

As they made their way on deck Boromir sucked in a breath. "Minas Tirith is burning, Aragorn!"

"We must be ready to fight as soon as we make landfall." Aragorn warned. Then he turned.

"Now, Elladan." Aragorn said to Elladan who was standing nearby clutching the package he had brought all the way from Rivendell. The elf smiled and unwrapped the package from Arwen. It was seven stars and the white tree. Boromir felt a wave of pride wash through him and he clasped Aragorn's hand in his. He would have to thank the princess later for such a magnificent tribute to his home. The men on the ship cheered as the blue and white banner was hoisted and caught the wind.