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Part One
The eve before Eowyn's wedding to Faramir…
~Eomer~
Eomer stood on the parapet, looking out into the evening sky. He was the king, successor to his uncle. He never would have thought it would come to pass. But Aragorn had put things right. The world of men was united and it would be even more so when his sister married Faramir, the steward of Gondor, made a prince by the grace of the king.
Faramir.
He smiled bitterly. Things often worked out in the strangest way. His sister would be taken to bed tomorrow night by a man he had wanted, no, craved since the first time he had seen him years before. He was a gentle man, Faramir was. This appealed to the warrior in Eomer. He felt petty to be jealous of the man his sister would marry. But he was jealous, nonetheless.
He didn't hear the footsteps behind him until the person spoke.
"Tomorrow will be a beautiful day for the wedding, don't you think?"
He turned and looked into the green eyes of the steward of Gondor. "Yes, my brother. My sister will be pleased."
"You don't look very happy." Faramir came to stand very close beside him. He too looked out at the dark sky.
"I'm not unhappy. I think I'm just lonely. My family is leaving me. It's been a long hard struggle."
Faramir put a hand on his shoulder. Eomer wondered if he could feel him tremble. He hoped not. The last thing he needed was for his sister's fiancé to think bad of him. It was so hard to stand here and not touch him, even just a touch on his arm.
He was shocked when Faramir leaned over and touched his lips to his cheek. Nothing more, just a simple kiss. Neither of them said a word. Eomer almost convinced himself he imagined it.
Then Faramir spoke.
"I have wished for many things in my life. More time with Boromir. A father who loved me. And you."
Eomer was sure he had heard wrong. He said nothing. Faramir still stood close to him. He didn't mistake the soft kiss on his cheek this time. It was real. He couldn't move, couldn't turn around even though he wanted to. Faramir stepped even closer. His body touched Eomer's, arm touching lightly, not close enough for more contact.
Finally Eomer said, "You wished for me?"
"Yes, I did. I still do. I love your sister. She is everything to me. But I'd love one night in your arms. One night to love you."
Eomer didn't know whether to run or to cry. He stood still, staring at the sky still. He wasn't sure he could move.
Faramir stood still but he didn't leave. He didn't move away from Eomer, either. He moved squarely behind the king of Rohan, put his arms around the other man and lay his head against the back of Eomer's head. He wondered if Faramir could hear his heart slamming into his ribs.
Eomer never said anything, just reached one hand back and took Faramir's hand. It was warm and rough. He rubbed each finger between his own fingers and then squeezed the hand gently. He began to walk, leading the other man to his rooms. He would have offered him wine if he could have spoken, but words seemed to escape both of them.
They silently kissed, tongues touching with a near reverence. There was no battle for dominance, just a mutual exchange, a need to touch and be touched as they removed each other's clothing. Finally naked, they moved to the bed and lay beside one another. Neither man had lain with a man and both of them were more than a little scared and not able to show it. They turned to each other simultaneously. And they kissed again. Eomer thought that if this was all he got, it was more than enough.
Then Faramir's hand moved down his belly. He gasped as it moved lower. He was hard, had been since Faramir had come out to the parapet. Eomer didn't breathe for a few seconds, afraid if he did, he would come all over the hand that gently touched him. Lips touched his chest, licking his tiny nipples until they were rock hard. Eomer watched the older man in the dim light as he kissed down his flat belly. His life had been the hard life of a soldier and there had been no time for tenderness, certainly nothing like the tenderness Faramir was showing him.
He cried out when Faramir's warm mouth closed on him. He felt tears sting his eyes and told himself it was the smoke from the fireplace. He ran his hands through the Gondorian's long strawberry blond hair. The pleasure was intense as he felt himself sucked deep, felt his head press the back of his lover's throat. He wanted to tell Faramir how good it felt, but he found he couldn't speak. He lifted his hips, he needed to be deeper, oh, yes… thought was completely lost as he was drowning in pleasure, writhing and crying out under Faramir's mouth. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think. He only felt. His release was hard, so intense he was almost frightened by it. He saw stars and felt detached from himself for an instant. Then he was once more himself, and he opened his eyes and looked into perfect green ones.
He tasted his own semen as Faramir kissed him, not as gently as before. Need burned in those emerald eyes now. Raw. Fiery. Eomer understood what Faramir needed. He found a balm by the bed, and handed it to the other man. Though neither had done this before, they were not innocent to the ways of men. They would have chosen a way of loving more suited to their experience, but they knew this would probably be the only night they would ever have together. Neither one wanted to miss out on anything.
Faramir touched Eomer with his fingers, entering him gently. It burned! But then when Faramir touched a place deep inside, the pleasure overshadowed the pain. "More," Eomer finally managed to say. Faramir replaced the fingers with his cock, pushing the smooth velvety organ into the impossibly tight hole. Eomer was crying by the time Faramir was inside him all the way. Faramir lay on his side behind him and was massaging Eomer's cock back to life before he moved inside the younger man. And then he began to fuck Eomer in a soft, gentle motion at first, but need drove him to move faster, harder. Eomer tightened his muscles and Faramir came, filling him with pearly semen and bringing the King of Rohan to orgasm again with his hand.
They lay spooning later. Faramir smoothed Eomer's damp blond hair back and kissed his neck. They talked for a while and loved each other again and again. When the sun rose, Eomer stood naked at the window, watching the day come. He knew he'd never love another like he did Faramir. He was glad his sister would be marrying such a fine man and he hoped with all his heart that she loved him as much as he did. Faramir deserved love and happiness
He walked back to the bed. He kissed Faramir awake.
~End Part One~
