Chocolate Cake

Title: Chocolate Cake
Author: Chesed
Pairing: Eomer / Faramir
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: not mine... well, the cake probably
Summary/Notes: Not necessary... just have chocolate cake at home *g*

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Chocolate cake


Faramir walked down the corridor to the guest rooms of the citadel, deep in thought. Since the One ring had been destroyed and Aragorn and Arwen ruled Gondor, a lot of things had changed. Nearly everything.

The fellowship had parted and all of them had either returned home or made their way into new adventures...or were dead. For a sorrowful moment his thoughts turned to his brother, whose life had been ended by those Uruk-Hais much too early. "Curse them!" he thought angrily. But the time to seek revenge on his enemies was over now. The young man took a deep breath and walked faster, as if doing so would leave sadness and fury behind him.

"Wait Faramir! By the Mearas, why are you sprinting as if you are running for your life?"

Faramir stopped, appalled. The memories of Boromir had made him forget that he was not alone, that he was supposed to be dining with friends toni He He stroked his face with his hand, sighing, trying to banish the dark thoughts that had attacked his mind.

"Eomer! I am sorry. I was lost in my thoughts."

Faramir resumed walking down the corridor, Eomer a step behind him.
The Gondorian was aware that he was being looked at, and admired, and he smiled. He was flattered, proud, and did not feel any less for his friend and lover.

They reached Frodo's heavy wooden door. Even though they were still out in the hallway, they could hear an annoyed voice issuing from behind the door, as well as the clatter of pots and pans. At Faramir's knock, nothing happened. Faramir knocked a second time but again, nothing happened; the door remained closed. Eomer folded his arms, grinned, and leaned against the wall, waiting. Faramir frowned. What was going on in there? Frodo had invited them for dinner, and now he did not open the door? Faramir knocked for a third time, this time pounding his fist against the heavy wood.

Suddenly the room became quiet. Pots and plates seemed to find their place and the blustering stopped. Moments later they heard footsteps approach the door. Faramir lifted an eyebrow in triumph and smiled at his companion. When the door opened, all Faramir heard was an appalled moan, and he looked into Frodo's blue eyes, which were widened in disbelief.

"What? You are here already? Too early, you are too early!"

The cheery smile on Faramir's face disappeared. They were too what? The hobbit could not be serious, could he? He invited them for dinner, and now he tells them that they are too early, although they were absolutely on time? Sometimes he was not able to understand the Halflings. Once more it became clear to Faramir why they were able to live quiet and isolated in the Shire for all those long years, nearly forgotten by the rest of the world. Nobody had been interested enough in the peculiar little ones to deepen their acquaintance, and now he understood why.

Eomer still leaned against the wall, but his chest rose and fell in a suspiciously fast rhythm, until he was no longer able to hold back his laughter.

"Frodo! What is wrong? Take a look at yourself, your eyes are nearly popping out of your head. What was going on in there that we have interrupted? We can always leave again, right Faramir?"

A wicked smile accompanied the Rohirrim's words. While Faramir was thinking about some interesting things he could do with Eomer, Frodo shook his head and let them in.

A strange smell infused the room, which burned like acid when they breathed it into their lungs. The two men could only just refrain from coughing.

"Look...this is all I can offer you."

Frodo gestured unhappily toward the remains of a roast, which must have looked very appetising, before it fell into the fireplace. There was also a cake, still in the baking pan. The hobbit threw a desperate look at the two men, and Faramir could not help but feel sorry for him as he searched for some consoling words.

"Well, thest sst seems as if it is irretrievable, but you still have the cake, Frodo. I am sure it will taste delicious."

As soon as Faramir said this Frodo's eyes filled with tears, and he told them what had happened in a tear choked voice. He had put the roast over the fire to cook it while he finished preparing the cake. As he put the cake in the little oven in his rooms he noticed that he had lost track of time while preparing it.

In his hurry to remove the roast from over the fire the pan got out of his control and the roast fell right into the fire. Frodo had tried to rescue it from the flames as quickly as he could, but the roast that lay in front of them did not look like it could be eaten. After that happened, Frodo did not want to ruin the cake as well, so he took it out of the oven straight away, and much too early.

"Now look at it! The dough is still soft. It looks horrible."

Faramir bent over the cake to look at it; the cake smelled sweet, and delicious.

"Well, it smells very..."

"It looks horrible Faramir! I will go now and take care of new food for dinner. Make yourselves comfortable here until I get back. I will hurry."

Without another word Frodo left, leaving the two men alone in his rooms. As soon as he had closed the door, both Faramir and Eomer burst out laughing.

"By my forefathers Eomer, I am sorry! If I had known what awaited us here I would never have told you to accept Frodo'sitatitation. You must be starving."

Faramir saw that while Eomer was still laughing heartily, his gaze kept wandering to the cake on the table. Only seconds later Faramir watched him as he went over to the cake and broke a small piece off to test it. He put it in his mouth, chewed it carefully, and lifted an eyebrow, surprised, then took another piece. The Rohirrim picked up the plate with the cake on it and brought it over to the table where Faramir was still sitting, looking at him in disbelief.

"What are you doing Eomer? You cannot eat this cake!"

"Why not? It is delicious."

"Because, Frodo said, a few minutes ago...stop that!"

"He said we should feel comfortable. That is what I am doing now. I am feeling comfortable. And besides...I do not know what the problem is. The cake is really delicious, and that is all that counts, right? Come, Faramir, taste it!"

Before the Gondorian could stop him, Eomer tried to feed him a piece of the cake. At that same moment Faramir looked away, moving his head so that Eomer missed his mouth completely. Faramir's face was marked with chocolate on lips, nose and cheek.

For a second silence filled the room. Faramir lifted his hand to wipe away the sticky mass, but before he could do so Eomer's strong hand grabbed his wrist, stopping him. At the same time Faramir felt Eomer's hot lips on his own, sucking greedily, licking the chocolate from his lips.

Faramir tasted the sweet flavour of the chocolate then, as Eomer's tongue entered his mouth. With a final suck of Faramir's full lips, Eomer withdrew. Faramir pouted, protesting the emptiness caused by the loss of Eomer's warm mouth. He opened his eyes and met Eomer's, who was looking at him with an affectionate smile.

"See? The cake is delicious, love. I think we should be nice and eat it, shouldn't we?"

Faramir did not like sweet food, but as he saw the wicked glint in his lover's eyes, all he could do was nod his head and wait for whatever was to come. Eomer did not waste any more time, grabbing him by his tunic and pushing him against the table with his own body until Faramir lay across it on his back, the failed cake right beside him.

The Gondorian felt Eomer's lips start kissing him again, sliding over his rough skin, leaving his sweet mouth behind and travelling up to the tip of his nose, licking it before transferring his attentions to his chocolate covered cheek. Eomer cleaned it with licking and kissing until Faramir heard himself whisper huskily: "More..."

Faramir dipped his fingers deep into the soft dough of the cake until they were covered in chocolate. The Rohirrim guided Faramir's hand to his lips and started caressing the tips of his fingers with his tongue in a gentle circular motion. Nothing else - no sucking, no licking, just this gentle circling, which caused Faramir to sigh deeply.

Faramir closed his eyes, enjoying the warm moisture and the massaging from Eomer's tongue. Soon he felt a pulling on the buckles, belts and ribbons of his clothing. A moment later, and cool air caressed his body. Faramir shivered. He did not have to open his eyes to know that he lay on the table nearly naked, presented as if on a sliver platter. Eomer's tongue was still doing wondrous things with his fingers, while his hands were searching for something on the table.

Faramir sighed deeply again as he felt Eomer's hands on his chest. They felt warm and sticky as they slid down to his stomach, stopping for a short moment at his navel until continuing their way down to between his legs. Wherever the Rohirrim was touching him, his hands left a trail of velvety chocolate. Faramir's sighing became surprised moaning as his lover's lips released his fingers. Eomer lowered his head and put his lips to Faramir's nipple, sucking it enthusiastically. He moved forward centimetre by centimetre, continually licking, nibbling and sucking.

Faramir's muscles tensed as the Rohirrim's tongue slid over his stomach to dip into his navel. The quiet moaning became louder as Eomer's hands grabbed Faramir's hips to stop him from moving while he caressed his cock the same way he had done with the rest of his body. His mouth massaged Faramir's aroused member and his tongue stroked the sensitive tip again and again until Faramir cried out. The tremors in his body caused him to rear up off the table, and he knew that the taste of chocolate and climax would be mixing together in Eomer's mouth.

Just moments later they heard the door open, and Frodo's happy voice shouting "I am back! I brought some soup and a casserole from the kitchen and fresh strawberries and cream for dessert...!"

Both men jumped off of the table when they heard Frodo's voice but it was too late. All they saw were big, blue, shocked eyes staring at them. With a disconcerting smile Frodo cleared his throat, put the strawberries and the cream beside them on the table and left the room without another word. Faramir glanced at his lover, smiling, and suddenly it came to him how he could pay back the favour to his lover.


** The End **