FIC: Strawberries (A/B NC-17 4/?)

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Title: Strawberries
Author Uisgich
Pairing: A/B
Summary: In which Boromir wakes Aragorn up with a bowl of strawberries
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Characters and places not mine - they belong to J. R. R. Tolkien & New Line.
Notes: Partly (amazingly!) bookverse (Staying in Rivendell for a while before the Fellowship sets out). Also posted to "Sons of Gondor" and "Bean Squee".
Beta: not beta-ed
Feedback: Would love it!
Archive: Rugbytackle

Fourth in a series of humour/smut, so if you want to know what's going on, probably best to read part one "Gondorian Muffins", part two "Asparagus" and part three "Sweet Meat", but it can also be read on it's own.


Boromir shows Aragorn how to use up a spare bowl of strawberries!

Way more smut than humour this time!!


Thanks again to milochka for the icon :)

And to muck_a_luck for the original culinary inspiration ;)


Strawberries

Elrond entered the kitchen just as Boromir was dusting off the last of the mince pies with icing sugar. He inclined his head to the elf, who smiled broadly at his human guest.

"Boromir, this is such a lovely gesture!"

Boromir smiled back.

"I thought a little Gondorian seasonal tradition would go down well with your other guests, and give me a small reminder of home. And family."

"Indeed. Now, go change your clothes, and join the feasting."

Boromir took his leave of the elf, and walked towards the kitchen door. He stopped when he heard Elrond's voice again.

"And if you see Aragorn, would you remind him that his presence is also required?"

"Aragorn?"

"Yes. No-one has seen him since early this morning, and he is not in his room."

Boromir nodded.

"Of course. If I see him, I’ll remind him of the feast."

Waiting until Elrond left the kitchen, Boromir opened the larder, and took out a bowl that had been tucked away on the top shelf, out of sight. With a smile on his face, he made his way down open corridors towards his rooms.

He had a pretty good idea where he would find Aragorn.


On reaching the door to his rooms, Boromir opened it quietly, and moved silently through to his bedroom. Aragorn was asleep on his bed, a fact that made Boromir suddenly giddy, as he took in the Ranger lying half on his back, dressed in leggings and a thin shirt. The shirt had ridden up revealing firm smooth flesh marred only by a scar that ran from the hip still covered by his leggings up towards his breastbone.

One hand was thrown back over his head, palm up, fingers moving as a dream caused shivers to run through his body. The other hand was draped over his stomach, and, as Boromir's eyes hungrily took in the feast before them, he noticed that Aragorn's feet were bare.

He took in a deep breath, and reached out a hand. He laid it firmly down on the top of Aragorn's foot, being careful not to tickle. A small moan escaped Aragorn's mouth and he shifted position slightly. Boromir stroked his ankle for a second, then took his hand away.

Now he had him exactly where he wanted him, he could afford to be patient. Boromir quietly stripped off his clothes, never taking his eyes off the form sprawled out on the bed before him.

Before joining Aragorn, Boromir reached into the bowl he had brought from the kitchen, and picked out a large, ripe winter strawberry. Lazily, he ran his tongue over smooth surface dotted with tiny seeds. Then slowly, he bit down on it, relishing the first sweet tang of broken flesh as juice ran into his mouth. He savoured this sweet prize, making it last as long as he could before swallowing it down. Then he joined Aragorn on the bed, moving slowly so as not to wake him.

Boromir lay close to Aragorn watching him, taking in every last detail of his face. Aragorn stirred a little, his eyes slowly opening, unsurprised to be looking straight into Boromir's. His nose wrinkled, just a little, ranger senses alert.

"You smell of mince pies."

The Gondorian grinned as Aragorn ran his finger across Boromir's arm, through the dusting of icing sugar that lingered there, and brought his fingers to his lips. He licked the sugar off his fingers, but still had a look of concentration on his face. There was something else …

"You smell of strawberries!"

Boromir's green eyes stared steadily back at him, and his tongue darted out to lick his lips. Aragorn reached out, and his hand moved through Boromir’s hair. He held his head steady, and slowly moved towards him, lips parting just enough for his tongue to dart out and lick Boromir's lips. Boromir's breath hitched, and his eyes dazzled Aragorn.

"You taste of strawberries!!"

Aragorn's hand tightened in his hair.

"Boromir, where are the strawberries?"

By that time, his question was irrelevant, as he had spotted the bowl on the table by the bed, and had abandoned his hold on Boromir in order to reach over him and grab it. Boromir grabbed his wrist, and pushed him back down to the bed, laughing.

"Ah, so the twins were right! You have a weakness for strawberries!"

By now, Boromir was straddling Aragorn's hips, his hands holding onto Aragorn's wrists. He managed to hold on to both of them with one hand, whilst pulling Aragorn’s shirt over his head and around his arms with the other. He moved so fast that the still sleepy and bemused Aragorn stood no chance of escaping.

The next thing he knew, his hands were firmly tied to the headboard with Boromir's belt. He sat back on his heels and grinned. Aragorn lashed out with his foot, but Boromir moved easily out of the way.

"Now, play nice, or I’ll tie your legs down too! And don’t pout."

Aragorn lay, seething, exactly where Boromir had wanted him since seeing him for the first time in the library. Firstly, he tugged Aragorn’s leggings off. Then he pulled Aragorn’s legs apart and sat between them, his hands roaming freely over the body laid out before him. Aragorn tried his best not to react, but failed, gasping and squirming as Boromir's hands slid up his sides, and a wet toungue lapped at the scar on his stomach. Then the hands were gone. Aragorn wondered what new torture this man he hardly knew, but who seemed to know him better than he did himself, would come up with next.

Aragorn watched as Boromir took a small handful of plump, ripe berries from the bowl. Then, sitting up between his prisoner's thighs, hands held out in front of him, to Aragorn's horror, he squeezed them to pulp between his fingers. Aragorn jumped as juice dripped onto his cock from Boromir's now messy hands. Then, to his amazement, Boromir took hold of his cock in both hands, and started to work them slowly up and down. Aragorn's eyes went wide, the slippy sensation of strawberry flesh enhanced by the tiny seeds rubbing up and down his length. Aragorn thought he would never breathe again as Boromir lowered his mouth towards the strawberry pulp, and licked the head of Aragorn’s cock with broad strokes.

He looked into Aragorn's eyes, smiling, and his voice was husky.

"Now who tastes of strawberries?"

Boromir opened his mouth wide, and took Aragorn's full length into his mouth. Then he started to swirl his tongue around the shaft. Aragorn let his head fall back against his arms, revelling in the sensation of pulp and seeds and tongue. He had lived a long life, but nothing he had ever experienced had come close to this. Boromir's tongue moved up and down, round and round Aragorn's cock, licking and sucking. Then his mouth moved lower, swirling around his balls, licking up pulp, and sucking them clean. Then his tongue moved lower still, chasing every last drop of juice, as Aragorn moaned and writhed beneath him.

A need to have Aragorn touch him had him squirming up the bed until they were face to face, and he leaned over him. For Aragorn, the smell of strawberries was intoxicating. Boromir's mouth now within his reach, he kissed him, moaning as his tongue greedily delved into the depths, tasting the sweet fruit Boromir had cleaned off him minutes earlier. He sucked his tongue, firmly licked his lips, and sucked the pulp from Boromir's beard. Boromir groaned as Aragorn strained to get his tongue on Boromir's neck, lying heavily back down on the bed when he was unable to reach.

"Boromir ... untie me ... I want... "

Boromir's hands were already unfastening the belt from the bedhead, then he was knocked on his back, and Aragorn's mouth was fastened to his, his hands buried in his hair.

He had had enough! No more teasing, he knew what he wanted, and he wanted it now.

Aragorn moved lower, his mouth on Boromir's neck, his collarbone, his nipples, Boromir's hands in his hair, his back arching off the bed. Then, when Aragorn had his prize within his grasp, Boromir grabbed his shoulders and stopped him.

Aragorn looked at him with puzzled eyes.

"If you do that ... not that way ... not this time ... I won’t last .."

Boromir's hand pointed towards the bedside table, and Aragorn picked up a small bottle of oil, finally realising what Boromir was asking of him. As the drops of oil hit his cock, Aragorn realised how much he needed this, and now. He rubbed oil all over himself, then over Boromir, who whimpered as he did so. Then he moved his hand lower, and pressed two fingers into Boromir, grey eyes staring into green.

"Please ... Aragorn ... now!"

Aragorn positioned himself at Boromir's entrance, and slowly pushed into him. Heat enveloped him, and his head swam as he tried to concentrate. Boromir's eyes grounded him for a moment, but as he began to move, to pound into Boromir, all there was was the heat, the want, the need. To take what was being given, and hope that he was giving in return, because he could hold out no longer. He was almost unaware that his rhythm had become erratic, as Boromir took his own cock in his hand and after a couple of strokes, arched off the bed, his seed covering them.

As Boromir tightened around him, Aragorn finally gave in, his body convulsing and as he came deep inside his friend, Boromir kissed him deeply, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.


As they lay snuggled together, Boromir kissed the top of Aragorn's head, and sighed.

"You have no idea how long it took to find winter strawberries."

"And all this time, I thought you were out on orc patrol!"

"I was, just happened to be looking for those, too."

Aragorn hugged him tighter, then Boromir sighed.

"We’re supposed to be attending the feast. I promised Lord Elrond I would remind you about it if I found you. And I guess I found you!"

They both laughed.

"There may be a small problem with that."

Boromir sat up, concerned.

"What problem?"

Aragorn raised his face to look at his lover, and Boromir gasped. Pink blotches covered Aragorn's face, and, looking lower, Boromir could see they were also breaking out on other parts of him!

"I may love strawberries, but they don’t love me!"

Boromir looked horrified.

"But Elrohir and Elladan, they didn’t mention a thing about this when I asked them about your favourite food!"

"I can see you don’t know them very well!"

Aragorn put his hand up to Boromir's face, smiling.

"It only lasts a couple of days, but I would rather keep a low profile while it wears off."

Boromir sighed with relief, while a wide grin spread over Aragorn's face.

"So, since this is your fault, I'll let you come up with an excuse for my absence when you attend the feast. And bring me some mince pies back, I’m starving!"

Boromir got dressed in his finest while Aragorn lounged on the bed, eating the last of the berries.

"Should you be doing that?" Boromir’s exasperation was plain.

"Already got the rash, so what harm can a few more do?"

Then, realisation crept over Boromir’s face.

"So you’ll be staying here? Until the rash wears off?"

"Mmm hmm." Aragorn nodded, his mouth full of strawberries.

Boromir's wide grin almost lit up the room.

"In that case, I’ll see if I can find some more!"

Comments

[rosi.livejournal.com]

Funfunfun,smutsmutsmut. Love it. *smells the strawberries*

[uisgich.livejournal.com]

Thank you, thank you!!

[mresundance.livejournal.com]

Hot! And yummy! (Strawberries are personally my favorite :P ).

And the ending is just cute. Aragorn with his rash, nibbling strawberries, naked . . .

[uisgich.livejournal.com]

Thank you!! And I thought that bit was soooo cute too!

[ryhasso.livejournal.com]

*meep*

I so waited for this!

Boromir looking for strawberries just for Aragorn! Cute!

I love this series! Aragorn, Boromir, food and sex. Yay!

Thank you. : )