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Riders and Stewards	By : Orial Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2002 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Three: A Night in Rohan

�Hail the victorious Dead!�
�HAIL!� the Rohirrim cried in response to their rejuvenated king. As the victory celebrations commenced, �omer and Boromir headed towards the kegs, where Gimli and Legolas were involved in a rather...comical debate.
�Dwarves can hold their liquor just as well as you hold a bow!� Legolas cried looking down his nose, at the dwarf. Gimli glared and muttered something trying to come up with a retort. Ever the more playful of the two men, �omer went over to the elf and dwarf.
�Gentlemen, gentlemen...why we can settle this like dwarf and elf, now can�t we?� The two looked rather doubtful of the man from Rohan.
�With what?� Gimli said. �omer simply grinned.
�Why, with a game of course.� With that the eyes of both elf and dwarf lit up, and �omer headed behind a large wooden bar and began placing large mugs in front of him and filled up two. Boromir sat behind and watched as the insanity slowly caught on.
�The rules: No pauses, no coughing.�
�And no regurgitation!� Gimli quickly caught onto the game. Boromir snorted into his hand and grabbed a mug and got some ale for himself before the two players drained all of Edoras.
�So it�s a drinking game...� Legolas said, an eyebrow arched elegantly. Boromir snorted into his mug. The elf looked completely dumbfounded. He had heard from Aragorn that even though Legolas was from Mirkwood, and that Thranduil had a very high tolerance for alcohol, Legolas could not hold his own that well, compared to his brothers and father.
�The last one standing wins!� Gimli was far too excited than any dwarf should have been and they both picked up their mugs, Legolas with some hesitance, and began the contest.
Boromir silently watched as the contest went on. Gimli was far ahead in the drinking portion of the contest, and was starting to get only a little tipsy. Legolas was far behind only on his fifth or sixth mug and was hardly even red in the cheeks. �omer glanced back and smiled at the Gondorian. He already knew who was going to win. With Gimli�s speed of drinking, he wouldn�t outlast the elf, who was taking his good old time. Boromir too knew this and nodded with a smile and sipped more of his drink, only on the second mug, and hardly had gotten it a quarter done.
Within an hour the contest was won, but not before some really embarrassing moments that many men would probably make sure to tell about in the morning.
�I feel something...a slight tingling in my fingers....I think it�s effecting me...� By that time Legolas had finished his twentieth mug while Gimli...well they lost count with the dwarf. Gimli was completely plastered, while Legolas was dazed and very red in the cheeks.
�What did I tell ye....he....can�t....hold his...�the sentence was never finished, as the dwarf suddenly went cross-eyed and passed out. Legolas blinked and leaned over looking down at the dwarf�s plastered face and looked back up.
�Game over...� But Legolas still had several more mugs of ale before starting to act more like a heavily intoxicated man. He was fighting the intoxication and after his seventh victory mug of ale, the young prince, too, joined his dwarf companion willingly on the floor blissfully passing out with his arms wrapped around the dwarf.
With the game over, �omer and Boromir quietly left the drinking hall for the rider�s room. With a quick stop at the wine cellar, where some of the rare wine that Rohan did not seem to care for was kept, the two men continued on their way.
�Now for our own celebration, my lovely stallion of Gondor.� �omer smiled as he spoke and produced two wine glasses. Boromir smiled and sat down upon the large bed, waiting for the blond rider. Both were without armor and in clothes for the party which they had left.
�You spoil me, love.� Boromir took the now full glass of wine and waited as the rider set the bottle down and joined the Gondorian with his own full glass of the red wine. The blond sat down and raised his glass in a toast.
�To your health, and the freedom of all Middle Earth.� �omer smiled and leaned closer to the black haired man as he too raised his glass.
�To us and to freedom.� Their glasses clinked and they downed the wine in a single mouthful. Relaxing, they smiled warmly at each other and leaned into a deep kiss. Tentative at first, the two were rediscovering each other�s full taste and sent. With growing strength the kisses became deeper and their breathing more erotic.
�Wait...wait, Boromir, we are not yet ready.� �omer�s eyes glittered with lust and his lips were swollen from the kisses. With torturously slow movements, the blond got up and stepped away, untying his shirt slowly down his collar bone. Boromir suddenly felt that it was far too warm in the fire lit room for a shirt on and pulled at his anxiously.
�omer smiled at his lover�s sudden interest with the game and he continued his slow and deliberate strip. He was almost done with his shirt and could already see the bulge in the Gondorian�s pants, small but steadily growing. Throwing off his shirt, �omer let his hair flow just over his shoulders. Now he began the part which would send Boromir into rolls of unchecked impatience. Sitting down in a large chair across from where the black haired man was, he leaned back and teasingly pulled at the strings on his pants.
Boromir panted and finally shed his undershirt watching as the blond angelic beauty before him teased. He could feel his erection becoming stronger and his breath become quicker than he could keep. As �omer sat down and began to tug upon the strings, Boromir knew it was enough. He pulled open his own pants and shed them very quickly, allowing the cool air to hit heated flesh. He saw his lover�s erection suddenly jump into his pants at the sight. Boromir knew how to play the game and he was going to try to be as patient as he could.
�omer practically groaned at the sight of Boromir�s manhood springing from the confines of the riding pants. His own erection suddenly took hold and he could barely contain the urge to rip free and pounce on the heavily muscled figure before him. Boromir was always the heavier of the two, but never fat. Muscles rippled across his chest and arms showing the signs of a warrior who had been through many trials. His thighs and calves were toned to perfection and beautifully framed the penis and testes that were larger than �omer�s own. He didn�t realize that he had begun to pant and sweat at the sight, and he quickened the pace of his strip only slightly, allowing the strings to become undone. He slowly pushed his remaining clothes down below his hips and groaned a bit as his own heated flesh became free.
Boromir had had enough. He sprang from the bed and practically into �omer�s lap. He knelt before the Rohirrim and smiled grabbing onto his hips.
�Enough teasing. I need you...NOW.� Boromir pulled �omer free the rest of the way from his pants and eagerly pulled the younger man up and into the bed. �omer followed him into the down filled mattress and laid there quietly admiring the steward�s son before him. Boromir wasted no time in kissing down the blond�s neck and chest. He smiled into the fine blond curls and followed the line down past his navel, stopping to lap at it playfully, before finally reaching the bed of tightly curled pubic hair that bedded the golden erection of the man of Rohan. He began stroking �omer lightly, teasingly.
�Ai, Boromir...!� �omer thrust gently into his hands, back arched and hands digging into the sheets. Boromir eagerly took the thrusting in his hands and then licked the head causing �omer�s eyes to open wide and a faster reaction from his hips. Boromir grinned and licked the head, beginning to suck. �omer panted in ragged breaths and thrust harder into the Gondorian�s mouth, eager to feel himself be completely consumed.
Boromir wasted no time and quickly let the Rohirrim do as he pleased, his own breath becoming ragged and his erection twitching for attention. As Boromir began to suck harder upon �omer�s shaft, the younger man sat up and muttered something in the tongue of Rohan that Boromir had no knowledge of.
�Boromir...let me have you...� �omer then dissolved into pleas in his own language. Boromir ignored him and began to nip and suckle harder upon the hardened penis in his mouth and caused the younger, more inexperienced man to fall back and moan in pleasure and in need for release. Boromir smiled and tasted the sweet and salty beads of pre-cum coming out from the slitted head. He sucked harder needing more of the nectar of his lover. �omer thrust harder and with more speed, his eyes dilated in the heat of the moment. With one final thrust up word, Boromir drank the hot liquid, losing some out of the corners of his mouth. Boromir closed his eyes and swallowed hard holding the younger man�s body upward gently as the organ twitched and spent itself, becoming soft. Boromir could no longer hold himself and exploded across the bedding between them. �omer groaned and slumped back onto the bed as Boromir crawled back up to his side and gave him a kiss, letting the younger man taste himself.
�Another pair of sheets gives itself up to please us, bless them,� �omer whispered, his voice hoarse from the love making and gently clung to the man next to him.
�Ai, such honorable sheets,� Boromir laughed gently and smiled as the man dozed in his arms. Kissing his head and gently muttering a love vow into his ear, Boromir soon joined �omer in a deep and well deserved sleep.
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