Riding lessons

Disclaimer: I wish it was true! And then I’d want front row seats!!!

Notes: Inspired by the “Home of the Horselords” documentation on the ROTK special extended DVD. Jesus, that’s what happens when I’m watching LOTR in the middle of the night...um...slightly drunk. Lovely mental images...


Riding lessons


Karl liked the way David rolled his hips. Powerful thrust forward and back again. Sweat was glistening on the Aussie’s forehead as he panted softly in time to his movements, his full lips slightly opened. Strands of reddish blond hair were falling into his face as he arched his back, grey eyes closing and opening again. Karl’s eyes were glued to Dave’s firm ass and thighs, Dave’s muscular frame moving up and down in front of him and Karl was slowly growing very aroused.

But fortunately Karl was in costume, wearing the heavy chain mail of Eomer and chain mail had the tendency to hide things pretty well. Karl could feel sweat running down his face and so he carefully as not to make any sound took off his helmet as it was growing too hot under it. The wind blew long fake strands of blonde hair into Karl’s face that sticked to his flushed skin as Karl continued staring at his Aussie friend’s moving form.

“And cut!” Peter Jackson giggled helplessly, his round glasses all steamy as he was laughing tears. “Could you please do it once more, David? I think the picture was a little out of frame...” he begged David who was looking down at him from the barrel disguised as a horse he was sitting on with a strange gleam in his grey eyes.

“Of course, Pete. If that makes you happy...” the Aussie replied casually with a fake smile on his face, but glaring down at Peter as if he wanted to kill the director with his gaze.

Dave finally sighed and turned around, back in character, waiting for Peter to call “Action!” when suddenly one of the camera assistents made a really bad imitation of a horse’s cry in heat. “Fuck the horse, David, will ya?” he called and the whole crew was in hysterics again.

Dave looked up, obviously startled, the parts of his face visible under the helmet turning red.

Karl licked his lips slowly, wondering if Dave’s whole body blushed that prettily or if it was just his face. As gorgeous as Dave looked blushed, but Karl had pity with his fellow actor and decided to speak. “Come on, he’s trying to work, gentlemen!” he called, gesturing at Dave. “So would you please stop wasting his and everybody else’s time?” And really the crew silenced and only a few pressed back giggles were to be heard from then on.

Dave gave Karl a thankful look that went straight to Karl’s groin, making Karl feel the hardness in his pants grow.

Dave had been sitting on the barrel for at least an hour now, riding it for nothing good. They had it right three takes ago, but the crew found Dave was looking just too hilarious on the barrel to stop shooting and had been laughing most of the last hour.

But Karl didn’t laugh. He didn’t even feel like fucking laughing. All Karl felt like was to walk over to that cursed barrel Dave was sitting on, yank the other man off it and fuck him against the barrel in front of all hte others if he had to. Karl was beyond caring. He hissed as the stretched material of his leggins rubbed against his rockhard bulge with every movement. Dave was moving again and suddenly different images were filling Karl’s mind.

Dave moving above Karl, naked, his head thrown back in passion, eyes closed. The muscles of his throat rippling as he swallowed a moan of pleasure, his mouth slightly opened, full lips swollen from kissing. His strawberry-blonde hair was dishevelled and his hand reached blindly for his face, tracing the line from his jaw down to his throat and chest as he moved up and down. Dave’s breathing was growing more erratic, he opened his mouth in a silent moan.

“Cut!” Peter cried and Karl woke up from his daydream. “That’s enough for now, Dave!” the director laughed and the actor climbed off the barrel with an exasperated sigh.

“And it is time, really...”

Pete patted him on the shoulder. “Don’t be angry, Dave, you did a good job up there...” And the whole crew was laughing again.

Dave rolled his eyes and walked over to Karl. “Thanks for speaking up for me, mate!” he smiled and hugged Karl, pressing him softly to his chest.

Karl held his breath. Dave. In his arms... His brain seemed to overload when Dave pressed himself closer against Karl’s body. Karl could feel Dave’s hot breath in his neck. And again Karl was haunted by the meantal images his fantasy created.

“Karl?” Dave asked slightly worried as his friend suddenly seemed to be pretty absent minded. “Karl?”

But Karl wasn’t absent minded at all. He was even pretty concentrated – on staring at David’s full lips. Imagining their sweet softness pressed against his skin, caressing him... “Jesus...” Karl panted, suddenly steering Dave away from the film crew, away from their curious gazes.

“What are you doing?” Dave struggled against Karl’s death grib on him, his eyes widening in question.

Karl stopped when they were standing behind one of the large trailers, still staring at Dave in amazement. “Jesus...” he groaned again and put his arms around Dave’s waist, cupping the other man’s ass with both of his large hands.

“Karl?” David asked again, squirming uncomfortably in his friend’s arms, but not really fighting anymore. “What...what are you doing?” A lovely blush crept over Dave’s face.

Karl growled low in his throat. There it was again, the blush he had wanted to examine closer before. He pulled the other man closer, chain mail shattering against chain mail, their chests pressed closely against each other, to let Dave feel the hardness in his pants. Their lips were only inches apart and Karl could feel Dave shivering against his body. But the other man didn’t fight. “Do you like that?” Karl growled in a voice that he knew mad eevery girl’s or boy’s knees go weak.

Dave shivered again as Karl started to rub their crotches together...and nodded. Yes, he did like it, loved it, craved for it...wanted more.

“I’ve been damned to watched the movement of these lovely hips all day,” Karl breathed, cocking his head into the direction of the barrel Dave had been sitting on just moments before. Dave actually squeaked when Karl pressed him yet closer against his large muscled f´rame, kneading Dave’s ass firmly through his leggins. “Do it...” Karl whispered seductively into Dave’s ear, the sound of his voice and what followed making Dave hold his breath in anticipation when all reason was washed away from his brain.

“Do it,” Karl repeated. “Ride the horselord, David, will ya?”

~*~

Dave licked the way Karl fucked him, the movement of those powerful hips that made the Aussie want to scream with each and every thrust. He loved the sound of sweat-slickened bodies sliding against each other, harsh pants and groans filling the thick air around them.

But even more he loved the lok of Karl lying under him, short black hair sticking to his forehead, broad shoulders moving when Karl arched his back, wanting to thrust deeper into the tight heat surrounding him, wanting to bury himself in David. Karl’s pink tongue shot out to lick heart-shaped lips, black lashes fluttering shut over hazel eyes when the pleasure seemed too much to bear.

A moan broke from Dave’s lips when his movements became more erratic, the muscles of his strong thighs flexing when he started to move faster up and down on David, needing the feeling of being filled completely and the delicious friction. Droplets of sweat were running down Dave’s heated skin and he reached out to caress himself, his body screaming to be touched. Dave let his head fall back with a harsh cry when suddenly Karl’s long and elegant fingers wrapped around his throbbing erection, starting to stroke it in time to his thrusts.

Dave forced his eyes to open, to look down to meet Karl’s pleasure-hazed gaze. Strawberry-blonde strands of hair fell into his eyes when his body suddenly started to jerk when the first shockwaves of his orgasm hit Dave with a force he had never known before.

A choked scream escaped David’s lips when Karl grabbed him by his hips, thrusting up into Dave’s oversentisiced body a few more times until he, too, came, his low moan mingling with Dave’s scream.

“Jesus...” Karl moaned when Dave slumped down on him, trying to remember how to speak. “Whoever put you on that fucking barrel and told you to take a few riding lessons, is a complete yerk!” He breathed in heavily. “God, Dave, you’re a hell of a rider...”

Dave chuckled softly. “Well, I had a brilliant teacher...”

Finis.

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