"Saving Prince Theodred
Part 6
by Beryll

 

Minas Tirith was a beautiful city. In the light of the moon the countless white roofs shone like mother of pearl, reflecting the light to a cloudless blue sky. The meadows of the Pelennor fields were powdered with frost providing a serene backdrop to the jewel of humanity.

In the distance Faramir could make out the spires of Osgiliath against the dark sky and a faint sparkle that had to be great Anduin's water.

It was a spectacular sight indeed that was offered from this balcony of one of the royal suites in the palace. Faramir felt awed by it. It also made him feel out of place and made him doubt his decision all over again.

The sparkle and glamour of the warm welcome and the honors heaped upon him at his arrival in the White City suddenly seemed far removed from his mind as he reviewed his reasons for being here, wondering how he had come to be in this place. Wondering how he could ever hope to even remotely fit in. Wondering if he even wanted to fit in.

This had been planed as only a short visit. Just enough time for Boromir to let his father, the king, know that he was still alive. Just enough time for Faramir to claim a reward more tangible than the honors and titles he had received so far.

But sometimes even a pirate's plans didn't work out as planned, as Elladan would doubtlessly have told him now. The elven Captain had warned him against accompanying the two human princes to Minas Tirith.

Faramir had listened to Boromir instead who had told him that he had no wish to stay in Gondor. That all he wanted was to properly say farewell to his family and then go back to the South Seas with Faramir. Boromir who had kissed him and licked at his ear seductively while he pleaded with his Captain.

Now Boromir was home and he seemed so happy. Faramir had watched quietly as Boromir sat with his father and brother after dinner. A private family dinner that Faramir had been invited to and where Boromir, Theodred and even the king had tried to include him in their conversation, failing miserably. Faramir did not wish to relate his adventures as a pirate to these nobles, who essentially were his enemies. It had felt so wrong when Boromir told them how they had met, how they had saved Aragorn from the elves. The whole affair had shown Faramir more than anything else that he didn't belong here.

With a weary sigh Faramir rubbed his face.

When he had been a young farm boy he had dreamt of this. Of the White City, of being a noble. Never would he have imagined that he might throw it away willingly for the life of a pirate.

But he didn't want to leave Boromir behind either. He still couldn't say if he truly loved the other man but he did know that he wasn't willing to give him up yet.

It wouldn't hurt to stay a few more days or even weeks, he told himself. The crew seemed to enjoy their stay in Minas Tirith thoroughly. And surely Boromir would then realize all over again why he had chosen the life of a pirate over that of a prince in the first place.

As if his musings had conjured him, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps behind him. Faramir had left Boromir with his brother and father, slipping away unnoticed. He had hoped that Boromir would come to find him sooner or later but he had not thought it would be so soon. Merely an hour had passed since he left.

He did not turn to greet the man who had been his lover for more than a year though as he realized that in his mind he soundly called him 'prince'.

Strong arms wrapped around him from behind and Boromir's chin came to rest on his shoulder. Just like he had done that night they had saved Aragorn, the night they had spend basically fucking their brains out.

Just like he had done often since, when Faramir had the night watch at the wheel. How many hours had they spent like that, in silent, motionless closeness?

Boromir did not stay silent this time. "I am happy that you are here.," he whispered into Faramir’s ear.

The pirate felt a shiver run down his spine. Boromir's warm breath on his neck never failed to arouse him and with a tinge of sarcasm he wondered if Boromir knew and did it on purpose to distract him from his brooding.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Boromir said.

It took Faramir a moment to realize he meant Minas Tirith. "Yes." he said, leaning his head against Boromir's. He wanted to ask, why the prince had not stayed with his brother and father but he kept quiet. Better to believe that Boromir preferred the company of a pirate than to find out there was another reason.

"If you were a woman I was trying to woe and impress I would say it's not as beautiful as you are," Boromir continued, "but you'd just laugh at me, wouldn't you?"

Faramir could not suppress a low chuckle. Boromir had come to know him too well. Just like Eomer he was quite able to read his moods.

"Do you feel you have to woe and impress me, your highness?" Faramir asked.

"I feel like I must find a way to lure you to my bed, Captain." Boromir replied, rubbing his groin suggestively against Faramir ass, letting him feel his hardness.

"How lucky for you that I am not a fair maiden then," Faramir continued their playful banter, "or I would probably be screeching now and slapping you next."

They both laughed and Faramir turned around in Boromir's embrace, his dark thoughts forgotten as his heartbeat quickened. The green of Boromir's eyes was bright with the fire of passion and his hands eagerly grabbed at the ass now presented to them.

Faramir didn't say it either but he did think Boromir looked beautiful. His blond mane neatly held back in a ponytail, his beard trimmed, his court finery accenting a noble cast of his features that Faramir had never really noticed so far.

Without hesitation Faramir leaned forward and captured that mouth he knew so well in a hungry kiss. Boromir had obviously just been waiting for this, as he pressed forward as well bringing their bodies flush against each other driving out the cold of the winter night.

Boromir's fingers were eagerly searching for a way inside Faramir's thick clothes, tearing with a hint of frustration at the various barriers they encountered, while Boromir's mind was solely on the matter of sucking the breath from Faramir's mouth.

With a mixture of a gasp and a laugh Faramir separated from him.

"Why don't we move inside," he suggested, "might be more comfortable."

Boromir's eyes still shone bright green, as he growled softly, "No, I want to fuck you right here."

His words made fire run up and down Faramir's spine. Before he had opportunity to respond Boromir again kissed him, this time quickly abandoning his mouth to trail hungry bites and kisses down his throat, his fingers moving with more purpose now, first unclasping the heavy cloak Faramir wore, then opening the laces on his tunic.

With a moan Faramir leaned back, his hands finding purchase on the railing of the balcony behind him. He had no objections to Boromir's choice of location.

He quickly lost his tunic to Boromir's attack, the cold air on his hot skin, the contrast only exciting him further. He let his head fall back enjoying the sensation of Boromir's mouth making a wet trail of kisses down his chest and stomach. Eagerly his hips thrust forward as he felt Boromir untie the laces of his pants as well.

Cool air touched his hard cock first, and then wet heat enclosed him. Faramir hissed in pleasure as Boromir's skilled tongue teased him. He looked down at the prince kneeling in front of him still fully clothed, thoroughly enjoying the combination of the sight presented and of the service offered.

He wouldn't have minded if Boromir had brought him to completion but the prince had other plans. After a few minutes of happily sucking the pirate's cock he let go again and stood up.

"Turn around.," he commanded, his voice hoarse with passion barely held in check.

Faramir obeyed without hesitation. Normally it was a game between him and Boromir who would be on top. A game that Faramir mostly won. But this time he felt it strangely appropriate to simply submit.

Again he gripped the railing of the balcony as Boromir tugged on his pants, exposing his ass to the cool night air. He groaned in anticipation as Boromir's warm hands parted his cheeks. Then a finger pressed into him and Faramir hungrily bend further.

The thought of Boromir fucking him here high above Minas Tirith with the whole city at their feet made him hot all over and he couldn't wait for Boromir to take him.

He heard Boromir groan in answer to Faramir's eagerness. Quickly another finger entered him, spreading him further, preparing him hurriedly. Reflexively his muscles clenched on Boromir's fingers as Faramir thrust back against them.

"Come on," he growled breathlessly, "fuck me."

His wish was granted. He just had time to moan at the sudden emptiness when Boromir's fingers withdrew, before the much more satisfying length and girth of his cock entered him in one smooth long stroke.

"Yes..." Faramir hissed and then hung on to the railing for dear life as firm hands settled on his hips, holding him in place and Boromir began to fuck him hard and fast.

Any clear thought quickly fled as Faramir's body took control. His already raging hard cock twitching every time that Boromir hit that hidden place deep inside him. He was caught in an inescapable downward spiral that could only end in a mind-blowing orgasm.

He heard Boromir grunt and moan behind him, the hands on his hips clawed, bruising him, only heightening his pleasure. He pushed back, urging Boromir to go harder still, mindlessly trying to increase the delicious friction.

One more sharp thrust, two, and then he was there, pleasure racing through his whole body like wildfire, culminating in his cock as he came, howling his release at the night sky.

Behind him he remotely heard Boromir gasp as his own cock was clenched deep inside Faramir, bringing him over the edge as well.

Coming down from his high slowly, Faramir rested his head on his cool railing, still breathing in ragged gasps. Boromir leaned against him, breathing just as hard, again wrapping his arms around Faramir.

His voice was so soft that Faramir nearly missed his whispered words. "I love you."

Faramir closed his eyes against the strange feeling welling up in his heart. Warm and fuzzy and soft it was and he quickly locked it away. Pretending he had not heard was so much easier than facing what might be real. He simply wasn't ready to admit to love that easily. Not now. Not here. Not like this.

For a long moment they remained like that. Then Boromir separated from him slowly and Faramir straightened up as well and turned around, his cocky grin securely back in place.

"That was pretty good, your highness." he said.

Boromir mirrored his grin. "Thank you, Captain. Learning from the best."

A gush of cold air hit their sweaty bodies and they simultaneously started picking up their discarded clothing to move inside. Now that their passion was sated the cold started to seep in.

A few minutes later they both lay on Boromir's bed, huddled under thick furs and snuggled together to ward off winter's bite.

Boromir was already snoring softly, his head pillowed on Faramir's shoulder. But Faramir was still wide-awake. Absentmindedly he played with strands of Boromir's hair, while his eyes scanned the darkened room, taking in this and that ornament, noting that most of them were real gold and silver.

This would make a fine shipload of treasure once they departed this hospitable place, he thought his dry amusement.

'Once a pirate, always a pirate, don't think you will ever shake the bad habit once you have started down that path, boy.' That was what Captain Isildur had told him, when Faramir had first become a member of his crew.

Now he just hoped it would hold true for Boromir as well

 

If you enjoyed this story, please send feedback to: Beryll

HOME * LIBRARY * PIRATES OF MIDDLE EARTH HOME