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Paris, Éomer and Théo: Who's gonna drive you ...
It’s a pleasant enough day, considering its winter, and I take it easy on the drive over to Karl’s. I feel Théo arrive halfway there.
“Hey Théo. So you and Éomer gonna shift in when we get there?”
“No, you will be driving to the cabin with Éomer.”
“What??”
“I thought it was time you met my cousin, got to know him.”
“Why??”
“In case you ever have need of one another. Surely it would be better that you meet now, and not at some moment of crisis?”
I sigh. Why does it sometimes feel like you’re another incarnation of my Mom?
“Yeah, okay. But he knows about this, right?”
“No, I do not think so.”
“Théo, if I ride up, and he’s waiting for you … shift in and explain it to him. Please?”
“If you wish … Paris, apologies my friend, I must go. I will return when I can.”
“Théo … Théo!! Get your ass back here, Godammit!!”
As I reach Karl’s and drive into the yard, I can see him waiting … and not for me. Karl’s left the barn open for me, so I ride Leelu in and park her up, pulling off my helmet, and turn to find Éomer approaching fast.
“Hi, Éomer, Théo isn’t …”
Éomer: I am anxious to see my cousin once again, to hold him, to share adventures together in the relative safety of this world. He rides in to the barn on the bike and I follow him, reaching him just as he pulls off his helmet.
And then I freeze, fear knocking my breath from me. Because this man wears my cousin's face, but he is not Théo. I realize that you must be Paris, Théo's shift.
"Is he all right? Why isn't he here?" You explain his reasoning and I suppress a growl at his imperiousness. I shall repay him suitably later for the fright that he has given me.
Since we have been meeting here, I have come to ignore the face that Théo shows this world, for it is not for his face that I love him. So I am intrigued by the differences. I grasp your jaw, tilting your head this way and that, noting the changes, staring into your eyes, seeing the expression in them, not like Théo at all.
You seem amused and I realize that, in my earnest perusal of your features, I have all but checked your teeth as though you were a horse I wished to purchase. I drop my hand and step back.
"Your pardon, but you are so clearly not him, though your face is his, that I was curious to discern the reasons for it."
Paris: I’m a bit taken aback when you first grab my jaw, but for all that close up you really are a force of nature, I know you don’t mean me any harm, and smirk a little as you examine me thoroughly.
“That’s okay, I felt the same when I first saw Dave turn into Faramir. It took a bit of getting used to, and he has a different face.”
I find myself staring at you too, looking for signs of Karl, seeing the similarities in the shape of your face, the crease on your forehead as you frown, but there are differences too, and not just the long blonde hair.
I laugh as you stare back at me. “Sorry, guess this is all a bit strange.” I take the keys from Leelu, and lock her up, not wanting to take any chances, even though she will be locked in the barn. Getting to my feet, I push the hair back from my face.
“So are we all packed and ready to go?”
Éomer: "Smokey Joe is not loaded yet. I turned him out to the pasture to run off some energy before this trip. Everything else is in the truck or the trailer." Karl had tried to teach me to drive the truck, but it is so much bigger than the wagons we have in the Mark and so much more powerful than the bike, that it worried me.
"It is good that you are here. Karl was going to shift back because I do not want to drive his truck. You can do it instead and I will not have to fear for Karl and Théo being in a small space together for a long period of time."
Smokey Joe is at the far end of the meadow, and I climb over the fence and put two fingers to my mouth, giving a shrill whistle. He hears me and comes towards me at a gallop. He is a good horse, for a gelding. I prefer a stallion, but I know that Karl does not have time to ride a stallion as hard as is necessary to tame his wildness. He slows down as he approaches and snorts at me. I laugh and rub his cheeks, while he whiffles in my hair and then butts against my chest, seeking a treat. I give him a slice of apple from my pocket. I clip the lead rope to his halter and guide him into the trailer, which he enters without much fuss.
Paris: I shrug a little. “Yeah, I don’t mind driving.” While you go to fetch Smokey Joe, I sling my … Théo’s bag in the back seat of Karl’s new truck, taking time to admire it. Very shiny! Your whistle gets my attention, and I watch you with him. There’s something about the way you handle him which shows that horses are your life, not a pastime or a hobby, something to do at weekends, but part of who you are. And he seems to sense that.
While you settle him in the trailer, I lock the barn, and climb in behind the wheel, starting her up when you join me. She starts first time with a throaty purr. This is gonna be heaven compared to driving Ben’s junk heap, even if it does have the trailer on the back. As we pull out onto the road, I give you a friendly smile.
“So Théo and Karl still don’t get on?” I’m a little curious, as neither of them has actually said that, although thinking back, they don’t talk about each other much either. “I thought they had put their differences behind them.”
Éomer: I grimace, thinking. "I believe it is more that they have agreed to try to be friends for our sake, rather than that they are actually friends. They both can be short-tempered though and I would not wish to test their tentative truce."
This truck of Karl's is very comfortable and I relax slightly. I try to mark our route, but it seems to go faster than when I am on Karl's bike, and I get confused quickly. Perhaps if I were driving instead of sitting as a passive passenger, then it would make more sense. I resolve to learn how to drive this, perhaps when the trailer is not
attached any more. I look at you, watching how you control it. You seem to know exactly what to do. Maybe you will help me, like Karl's other friend did, the one who taught me how to ride a motorcycle.
Remembering what that man had demanded in payment for the lessons, I smirk, wondering if you would ask the same price, but then I remember how Karl and I came to almost ruin each other, and I frown. It amazes me how the people of this world take something simple and make it complicated.
It is your world though, so I decide to put the problem to you. "You are very handsome and in other circumstances I would ask if I could bed you. But I think that Karl would be angry with me, and perhaps Théo too. I did not want you to think I am being rude or that you are repulsive to me. But if I have misunderstood the situation, and you would like that, you have only to tell me."
Paris: “Ah. Yeah, probably wise. Maybe this surfing trip they’re planning will help them come to a better understanding.” We can hope, I suppose.
You keep watching me, your gaze intense and it starts to un-nerve me. You’ve got a presence about you which is hard to ignore, and you exude self-confidence more than anyone I’ve ever met. I have to admit that close up, you’re even more magnificent than you are from a distance. It takes a while to realise you’re watching how I drive, and I’m just about to offer to teach you sometime, when you make an offer of your own. I have to keep myself from grinning at your total honesty. And, well, you’re certainly straightforward!
I have to say, if I had got this offer a couple of years ago, I would have jumped at the chance. As it is, I smile and ignore the prickling down my spine, reminding myself that you’re Karl’s shift. “Thanks for the offer, Éomer, I find you very attractive too, but I have a lover, and we don’t bed others. I’d like to be friends, though. I count Faramir as a good friend and I would like to think we could be friends too. I could teach you to drive if you like? Might come in handy since Théo doesn’t like riding in trucks.”
Éomer: "That would be kind of you. I confess that the thought of driving this with the trailer as well intimidates me. Perhaps when the trailer is removed? But neither Théo nor Karl has mentioned that they were planning to take a trip together. Are you sure that is wise? " I suppose that if another fight breaks out, they could call
the two of us. You seem to be a very quiet person, not given to outbursts like Karl is.
I grin at you easily in the face of your rejection, though you were very polite about it. "I expected as much, but if one does not ask, one might miss an opportunity. And we have that out of the way now, so we need not think about it anymore."
I try to watch the scenery again, but it is passing by too fast for me to look at properly. "Where is this place we are going?"
Paris: And again with the honesty. How many guys would admit outright that something intimidated them? Or perhaps it’s more an openness, as I wouldn’t say Théo was dishonest, but he doesn’t exactly share his feelings. Karl can play things close to his chest too, until he starts to get to know you, so maybe that’s where part of their problem lies. “Not entirely sure, no, but I think we have to let them try and sort things out for themselves, and hope it doesn’t come to blows again.”
Wellie is fading fast behind us, and the truck cruises smoothly up the coast road. “Yeah, we’ll get you used to driving it without the trailer first, and add it later. Just takes a little time to get used to driving it with all that extra weight on the back.” I grin at you reassuringly, and I’m pleased when you take my refusal of your offer in good grace. I’m liking you more by the minute.
“We’re going up to my brother’s cabin in the hills. It’s really quiet, out in the wilds, and Théo thought you guys would enjoy it. I told him a friend of mine who lives a few miles from the place has a bunch of trail horses that he rents out, cause I knew Théo was keen to go riding. The trail horses probably aren’t up to your standard, Mike says they’re all quite placid, so Karl suggested taking Smokey Joe up too. And that’s where I need your help. I’ve never ridden before … a horse that is. Bikes are different. Leelu feels like part of me, but a horse?” I let out a sigh. “Guess they intimidate me, and Mike knows me too well to let Théo shift in and pick the horse up.”
Éomer: The thought of getting away from Wellington with all of its people does appeal to me. It is easier to pretend at Karl's house than it is at your warehouse that I am not surrounded by so much humanity. And to have Théo to myself in such a place . . . I lick my lips in anticipation, squirming a little in my seat.
Now horses . . . "Horses are so much more a part of you than a bike can be. They are thinking creatures though and they have certain instincts which a rider must understand, so they require more effort at the beginning. But if a rider can show the horse that he is to be trusted, and the horse agrees to surrender his will to that of the
rider . . . then you no longer have a mere steed, but a partner."
I think of Firefoot, how I started with him when he was a foal, how he is almost an extension of my own body now. "My battle stallion has saved my life numerous times because he is free to avoid danger while my hands are busy with sword and spear. A bike cannot do that for you."
Paris: You seem a little antsy until we start talking about horses. Then a contented smile settles on your face while you speak with such passion. “No, a bike can’t do that.” We take a right turn onto a smaller road. Still got a way to go yet, but this is where we start climbing into the hills.
“There aren’t many people in this world who live as close to their horses as the Rohirrim. In most places, cars and trucks and bikes are used instead, and as you probably know, horses are kept more as pets than partners in the way you describe.” The dreams I’ve shared with Théo didn’t quite prepare me for the reality of having you sitting so close, and the thought of you in full battle armour charging around on your stallion makes me think the movies must also pale beside the sight of the real thing.
Dave’s been suggesting I learn to ride for a while, but I’ve never given it more of a passing thought until now. “How about we teach each other, when we get back? I’ll show you how to drive the truck, and you can show me how to ride a horse. If I’m gonna learn, might as well be from the best.” I wink at you with a smile and change gear as the hill becomes steeper.
Éomer: I grin back at you happily. "It would be my pleasure." I could have been angry with Théo for forcing two strangers together without asking us, but this has been pleasant. You are relaxing company and this trip is going quickly it seems.
There are things that I feel I must say to you however, though the problem has been long resolved. "I must apologize for shifting away and leaving Karl in your bed the first time I found Théo here. I was so overjoyed to meet him here and to . . . to know his body for the first time, to have an end of the long years of wanting, that I did not think how it would affect you and Karl. That is not an excuse, I know, for a warrior who does not think, soon will find death. But I am sorry if I caused you any grief."
I turn to look out the window again, we have entered the hills and the land is rising more steeply, covered with trees. So different from my home.
Paris: “It’s okay, I accept your apology, and to be honest, I’d forgotten about it. I think Karl was more upset than I was. Shifting is a weird thing, and sometimes things happen that can’t be controlled, so don’t worry about it.” I don’t know if you know exactly what happened the morning after, so I think I’ll just miss that bit out. But once again, you share something that I would never have expected to hear, and the emotion in your voice touches me.
“And just so you know, I don’t mind Théo coming here, not now he’ll talk to me, and arranging things makes it easier too. I came to terms with shifting a while back and … I used to share Théo’s dreams, his nightmares. I know how hard life can be for both of you.”
I’m getting thirsty, and I remember the bottle of water I stuck in the cooler on your side. “Could you do me a favour, and pass me the bottle out of there?” You do so, and I crack the top off, drinking deeply before passing it back. “Help yourself. It’s plain water.”
Éomer: I do not normally drink water when I am not on patrol, but I do not complain as you are graciously sharing with me. The water is clean and good though and I swallow it greedily, halting before I take too much.
"I am glad that you and Karl have allowed us this chance to be together without fear or worry. I am in your debt for that and if there is ever anything I can do to help you, you have but to name it. I would teach you to ride the horse without asking anything in
return."
You are a good person, it is good that Théo inhabits your body and not that of some other man who would not understand us. I sigh slightly. I have met many people in this world who have helped me and befriended me. But the one I would wish to know the most is the one I cannot. Because of the magic that brings me here, Karl and I are forever apart, never to know each other.
Paris “Thanks Éomer. I appreciate that.”
We get to the turn off for Steve’s place, and the road turns into a dirt track. The drive has gone over quicker than usual, and I know that’s down to the company. Any doubts had about spending time with you are long gone, and I’m glad I got the chance to talk to you, get to know you.
Another couple of miles, and we’re pulling up outside the cabin. There’s a field out the back of the garage, and I got Mike to drop some supplies over this morning for Smokey Joe. With the truck parked outside the garage, I turn off the engine and turn to look at you. “So do you want me to call Théo now, and he can get me to shift back in tomorrow morning so we can drive to Mikes?”
Éomer: I do not wish to appear to be eager to depart your company, but now that we are here, I am anxious to see Théo. I consider kissing you goodbye, but decide against it, you have made your position plain.
"I enjoyed this time with you, Paris, but I would like to see him now." I lower my voice and growl, "Though we found that we liked each other, he still has much to answer for."
I bid you goodbye and watch intently. I have never seen this transformation before, except Faramir once. You stand a little straighter and your eyes become more intense and I realize that my lover is before me.
Paris: I smirk, and nod in farewell, then let myself slip away, feeling Théo as he passes me.
Théo: My smile widens as I slip in and see you there before me, and my hands instinctively reach for you, pulling you to me, but stopping short of kissing you as I see deepening frown lines between your brows and a strange look in your eyes.
“Mer, what is wrong? Did something happen? Is Smokey Joe alright? Did something happen to Paris?” No, he’s fine I can feel it, but I can’t help this rising feeling of concern and reach out to cup your face. “Tell me?”
Éomer: It is hard to stay angry with you, when I am so glad to see you, but I am not happy that you risked angering your shift.
"I was frightened. I knew as soon as I saw him that he was not you. I thought something had happened. And you should have asked us first if we wanted to spend time together. Suppose Paris and I had got on the way you and Karl do?"
Now that I have said what I was thinking, I am no longer angry. I wrap my hand around your neck, pulling you to me, my tongue already delving into your mouth to taste your sweetness. My other hand wraps around your waist to seal our bodies together.
Théo: Melting into you, I match your passion, arms wrapping around you as you fill my senses, kissing you until my lungs beg for breath. My mouth slips onto your neck, nuzzling, breathing in your scent before murmuring “I have missed you.” against your skin. I nibble along your jaw line before pulling back to look at you, wanting to make sure you are not still angry with me.
“I am sorry Mer. I did not mean to worry you. I was not sure Paris would agree to spending time with you if I asked him directly. He was a little wary of you, and I knew once he met you, he would warm to you. He did, did he not?” I am a little concerned now that I was wrong, but your anger has ebbed, and I hope you found him pleasant company. “How did you find him?” It is curious to know that I may talk to him often, yet never meet him in the flesh.
Éomer: Paris wary of me? I cannot imagine why, I am perfectly harmless, except to Orcs and Dunlendings. He did not seem wary, just a little confused at suddenly being in my presence.
"He is very nice, and you should have known that we would get on well, he is nothing like Karl." I resist the urge to poke you in the chest. "Next time, just ask us, there is no need to be devious here." But I cannot be angry with you for it, I know that circumspection is a trait you have learned in the course of treading the difficult path you have been forced into by the necessity of war.
"He seems to be a very gentle soul. I have agreed to teach him how to ride a horse and he will teach me how to drive Karl's truck."
My fingers are already wandering under your shirt, tracing the patterns of muscles under the smooth skin.
Théo: “Next time I will ask.” I look at you with a sheepish smile feeling chastised, but not in a harsh way, and I know I deserved it. It is good to know that it worked out for the best though, and that you intend to spend some time together. It is a strange position we find ourselves in here, with little chance to bond with those who’s aid we may need to come to someday, and who we could need as allies ourselves. A little time spent in the company of each other’s shifts will make me feel happier that we can all rely on each other. So I am pleased to hear what you have planned.
“Ah, that is good! I am glad he wants to learn, and it will be useful for you to be able to drive the truck.” I was puzzled when I found out Paris had never ridden before.
Your fingers are making my skin tingle and my spine arches a little as they find that spot that you know drives me to distraction just below the waist of my jeans, my body pressing against yours. Mine undo a button on your shirt, revealing a little more skin and they play over it, dipping beneath the fabric every now and again. Small soft kisses on your lips make you growl and your eyes darken …
There is a snuffling noise, and Smokey Joe stamps his hoof in the trailer behind us, and I lean my forehead against yours with a smile. “Come, I will help you settle him in, and then show you the cabin.”
Éomer: You get our packs while I lead Smokey Joe out and put him in the small enclosure next to the cabin. We work together to unload the gear out of the truck and the horse trailer. Karl had put a large tub in the truck, which I fill with water and put it down in front of Smokey Joe. While he is drinking, I rig his feed bag and break up the bale of hay that we brought, spreading it around for him. Lastly I fasten a blanket over his back, for the air is chill and damp.
You lead us into the cabin after, it is small but well appointed. I am anxious to get out of my clothes, which are sweaty, despite the cool temperature. And for other reasons. . .
You are in the kitchen, getting us something to drink, and I strip off my shirt, and quietly stalk towards you.
Théo: Busy sorting through drawers to find a bottle opener, I let out a surprised gasp as your fingers take hold of the hem of my shirt, and raise my arms, aiding it’s passage over my head and off to the floor. Your hands grip my hips and pull me back against you. You nuzzle my neck, and my head falls back onto your naked shoulder. You take full advantage and your mouth latches onto my neck.
One of my hands reaches back and digs into your thick golden hair, the other covers one of yours on my hip, your thumb grazing over my skin. The soft hair on your chest brushes over my back making me shiver, and you hold me tighter, grinding your erection into my jeans covered backside, my own throbbing inside its fabric prison, aching for your touch.
Éomer: There is a lovely vista out the window, but I ignore it in favor of the sight that I have in my arms. Your smooth skin and pale hair, tight lean muscles, lips that I could kiss for hours without tiring. This view has me firmly entranced, as do the small motions you make and low sounds coming from your throat. Your chest is thrust out as you lean back against me, our bodies aligned, dips and curves meshing together perfectly. I ease one of my hands to your navel, tracing smooth skin as I go, circling the small cavity, before following the fine trail of hair lower.
Palm resting flat on the front of your pants, feeling the heat and hardness of you through the material, I breathe in raggedly, smelling your clean hair and warm skin, the faint musk of arousal starting build up, and waft from your neck. I nip at you and move my hand to the fastening of your pants, opening them just enough to release your
proud cock in to my hand, pulling your balls out gently, stroking light fingers through soft hair, tracing ridges and bumps, before wrapping my hand around, letting the warmth of you seep into my palm. My other hand keeps your hips pinned against my own groin, as I press up to the firm flesh still encased in fabric.
Théo: You hold my length in your hand and it throbs with a deep pulse, and for moments you simply hold it still and I breathe deeply, the slightest tremor running through me at your long desired touch. I arch a little more, rubbing my face against your hair, a needy moan on my lips, and you chuckle against my neck. I can feel each callus on your hand as it begins to move with strong slow strokes, and my head falls back as my eyes close, a lazy smile spreading over my face.
You hold my hip firm; not letting me thrust into your hand, and set a deliciously slow pace. My hand digs further into your hair, the other reaching further back to anchor a finger into your waistband, and I grind back against you, letting out a long sigh at the feel of your hard flesh, wishing we were fully skin to skin. Wanting to feel the slip and slide of you against my skin, wanting to feel the broad head of your cock opening me up to take all of you. I shiver in your arms at the thought, and let out a throaty groan as your pace increases.
Éomer: The ache in my groin intensifies, and my own pants are uncomfortably tight, but I deny my pleasure for the moment, wanting to torment you some more. I lower you pants still further with my free hand, while my other hand slows to a steady rhythm on you, enough to keep you on moving towards the edge, but not enough to send you over. When the garment is half way down your thighs, I halt and my hand slowly traces back up your flank, following the curve of muscle, holding you still as you flinch when I cross a sensitive spot, before I move on to the place at the base of your spine that usually makes you wild.
I am not disappointed as you push your shoulders back against my chest, a moan trickling from your mouth as your hips try to thrash against my restraining arm. My hand follows a wandering path back up to your torso to your mouth, where you suck my fingers in greedily, your tongue working, making my breath come hot and heavy against your
neck until I remove them and move them back to your magnificent buttocks.
A fine sheen of sweat has gathered in your cleft and I slide my middle finger down to your opening, pushing against you. You gasp and I slide it into you, then add another, searching for the place within you. You give a gurgling cry as I find it, and then I set a
relentlessly slow pace with my hand on your cock and my fingers working in and out of you to brush against your pleasure spot.
Théo: Your slow, deliberate actions are pushing me to the edge of my sanity, my whole body tensing and quivering with every thrust of your fingers, my shoulders forced back against your chest. My hips are freer to move now, but your firm grip will not be hurried, and I groan with frustration. Rocking back against your fingers, my hand tightens in your hair, and I turn my head, mouth finding yours, so hot and moist. I capture your lips, the last thing left to me to take, slipping my tongue across yours, your ragged breathing matching mine.
Your fingers twist and sink deeper and with a cry, I let go of you, hands slamming down on the counter top in front of me, back hollowing, my head dropping back between my shoulder blades, and I open my legs as wide as I can still wearing these pants, gazing back over my shoulder with lust glazed eyes. “Want you … need you …” Another deep thrust as your hand still works my cock, and I can’t wait any longer. “Please, Mer, take me … need you …”
Éomer: Almost reluctantly, I slowly pull my fingers from you. There is something so intimate about having you in my hands like that, the secrets of your body mine for a time. But your responses to me are more than I take too, and I want to bury my cock in that same tight heat where my fingers had been.
My hands shift to your breeches, my lips trailing down your neck and then down your back as I kneel behind you to help your legs out. You halt for a moment and pull the familiar tube out and hand it to me. I clasp my hand around yours, still holding the lotion and lead you to the couch.
"This way, Théo." I guide you to your knees beside the furniture, your elbows on the cushions, pushing your shoulders down and your rear up. "Open for me," I say as I part your legs, getting them spread the way I want them.
I stand up, admiring you, golden skin, coiled muscles, the almost unbearable tension in your back, the gleam of sweat making your skin glow. I cannot wait any longer and I quickly discard my pants, slicking my cock, and bending down behind you. I wet your entrance as well, then holding your hips, slowly sink my whole length into you, not giving you time to adjust until my balls are snugged up under your hips.
Théo: I am squirming in your grasp, pushing back against you, panting and groaning as you sink into me so deep. My fingers curl around my cock with a grateful sigh, but you grasp my wrist and put my hand back on the couch, growling a warning in my ear. This is unlike the fast, hard taking of our usual first encounters. It is intense, yes, but intensity of a different kind, built slowly, maddeningly since your first touch as you set this pace. And although I ache for sweet release, part of me wants to prolong this, let the intensity build until it overwhelms us.
A deep tremor runs down my spine and my shoulders tense as you pull almost out, and slide back in, every thrust now grazing over sensitised nerves, again, and again. Your hair brushes against my sweat damp skin as you bend forward, adding to the sensation and making me writhe and the feel of your tongue on my back almost sends me into spasms. Reaching blindly back, my fingers brush your hip, your thigh, wanting to touch you, craving the feel of your hands on me. Pushing myself upright and back against you as you continue to rock into me, I feel the tremble of your hands on my hips and my fingers tangles in your damp hair. “Please, Mer … let me touch the wildness … let me ride the storm.”
Éomer: Every long stroke into you sweeps pleasure along my length, radiating outward from the place where we are joined, the heat from you surging into me. The storm we are creating together is as slow moving as a summer thunderheads, piling up and up until it cannot be sustained any longer and it crashes. I pull you lean body close to my chest, the changed angle putting increased pressure on my turgid cock, forcing a deep groan from me as I latch my mouth onto your neck.
One arm wraps around your waist, while I circle your hardness with my other hand. I hold you firmly, but I do not move my hand, letting my hips do the work as each long, hard slide into you pushes your cock into my hand. Your hands twist in my hair as you desperately try to move faster, and though I am tempted to start slamming into you hard and fast, this gradual build up is too intoxicating to give up, and I keep control of our movements. The edge approaches and recedes, coming closer with each stroke, and I feel the incredible pressure gathering inside me, trickles of energy breaking loose, and I know from the tension and tremble of your muscles that you feel it too. I want to let our orgasms take us as they will, not as something we've strived for, but an outside force that sends us flying to pieces in each other's arms.
"Fall with me . . . "
Théo: Every slow, deliberate stroke takes me nearer the edge as your solid flesh fills me, moves in me, your fingers firm around my own hardness as you thrust me into them. The untamed force that holds us builds ever higher, stronger, until I can take no more, my body taut, every muscle screaming for completion, and gladly I give myself up to the abyss with you, letting go of the last shreds of my control.
The storm hits, rolling through us, it’s ferocity at once tearing us apart and melding us together. The deep purr of thunder resonates so deep inside I cannot tell which one of us the long drawn out groan began with as passion and love and lust and desire take us, and for a moment, there is no you, and no I, simply us, boundaries blurring so that we exist as one, riding out this whirlwind you brought into being …
My seed pumps into your fist as yours pumps deep inside me, violent shudders wracking my body and still you hold me close, not letting go … and I know you never will. I know you are mine as I am yours, and as the storm begins to roll away I turn my face to yours, murmuring against your skin, your ragged breath hot on my neck. “Love you … love you …”
Éomer: Still shaking, trembling from the force of our release, the drying sweat sealing us together, I gladly meet your seeking mouth, our kiss long and slow, an affirmation of what just passed between us. We pull back and I watch your eyes as I slowly pull myself from you, seeing in them all I ever hoped to find and more than I ever dreamed I would have.
We pull each other to the couch, stretching out, still kissing and caressing as we move, until we are comfortable, wrapped together. I stare at you intently while my fingers trace the fine bones of your face, the curve of your lip, feeling the bristle of your beard, the silk of your hair.
"Love you, Théo . . . always and forever." My fingers hunt lower, limning quivering muscles and sturdy bone. I can see only you, feel only you, your blazing spirit shining out of this body you borrow, taking me over until everything that I am is yours.
Théo: There is a peace in my heart, a soul deep peace that only you can bring me in these quiet times when all is still and calm after the storm’s ebb, and nothing and no-one can intrude. Only during our brief visits to this world can we truly be together like this. Your fingers map my face, my body, as mine play through the red gold hair on your chest, and I sigh with contentment at your touch.
Smiling softly at your words, I run my finger down the side of your face, drowning in the depth of emotion in your warm hazel eyes, and take your sword hand in mine. My fingers move over every callus and I bring it to my lips and place a kiss in the centre of your palm before placing flat on the centre of my chest. “My heart is yours … forever, Mer.”
Éomer: The steady beat of your heart under my hand kindles a constant warm fire in my own heart, that lights my nights when we are separated and beats back the despair that comes sometimes in the face of the ever-present threats to our country. Meeting here as we do, loving each other, gives me the strength to keep fighting, knowing that I do so to keep us both safe.
The couch is not the most comfortable place for two full grown men to rest together. Soon we will have to feed ourselves, to bed down for the night. But for now, it is enough to lie here, chest to chest, legs meeting legs, naked skin warm each against the other. Soon we will have to move . . . but not yet.
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“Hey Théo. So you and Éomer gonna shift in when we get there?”
“No, you will be driving to the cabin with Éomer.”
“What??”
“I thought it was time you met my cousin, got to know him.”
“Why??”
“In case you ever have need of one another. Surely it would be better that you meet now, and not at some moment of crisis?”
I sigh. Why does it sometimes feel like you’re another incarnation of my Mom?
“Yeah, okay. But he knows about this, right?”
“No, I do not think so.”
“Théo, if I ride up, and he’s waiting for you … shift in and explain it to him. Please?”
“If you wish … Paris, apologies my friend, I must go. I will return when I can.”
“Théo … Théo!! Get your ass back here, Godammit!!”
As I reach Karl’s and drive into the yard, I can see him waiting … and not for me. Karl’s left the barn open for me, so I ride Leelu in and park her up, pulling off my helmet, and turn to find Éomer approaching fast.
“Hi, Éomer, Théo isn’t …”
Éomer: I am anxious to see my cousin once again, to hold him, to share adventures together in the relative safety of this world. He rides in to the barn on the bike and I follow him, reaching him just as he pulls off his helmet.
And then I freeze, fear knocking my breath from me. Because this man wears my cousin's face, but he is not Théo. I realize that you must be Paris, Théo's shift.
"Is he all right? Why isn't he here?" You explain his reasoning and I suppress a growl at his imperiousness. I shall repay him suitably later for the fright that he has given me.
Since we have been meeting here, I have come to ignore the face that Théo shows this world, for it is not for his face that I love him. So I am intrigued by the differences. I grasp your jaw, tilting your head this way and that, noting the changes, staring into your eyes, seeing the expression in them, not like Théo at all.
You seem amused and I realize that, in my earnest perusal of your features, I have all but checked your teeth as though you were a horse I wished to purchase. I drop my hand and step back.
"Your pardon, but you are so clearly not him, though your face is his, that I was curious to discern the reasons for it."
Paris: I’m a bit taken aback when you first grab my jaw, but for all that close up you really are a force of nature, I know you don’t mean me any harm, and smirk a little as you examine me thoroughly.
“That’s okay, I felt the same when I first saw Dave turn into Faramir. It took a bit of getting used to, and he has a different face.”
I find myself staring at you too, looking for signs of Karl, seeing the similarities in the shape of your face, the crease on your forehead as you frown, but there are differences too, and not just the long blonde hair.
I laugh as you stare back at me. “Sorry, guess this is all a bit strange.” I take the keys from Leelu, and lock her up, not wanting to take any chances, even though she will be locked in the barn. Getting to my feet, I push the hair back from my face.
“So are we all packed and ready to go?”
Éomer: "Smokey Joe is not loaded yet. I turned him out to the pasture to run off some energy before this trip. Everything else is in the truck or the trailer." Karl had tried to teach me to drive the truck, but it is so much bigger than the wagons we have in the Mark and so much more powerful than the bike, that it worried me.
"It is good that you are here. Karl was going to shift back because I do not want to drive his truck. You can do it instead and I will not have to fear for Karl and Théo being in a small space together for a long period of time."
Smokey Joe is at the far end of the meadow, and I climb over the fence and put two fingers to my mouth, giving a shrill whistle. He hears me and comes towards me at a gallop. He is a good horse, for a gelding. I prefer a stallion, but I know that Karl does not have time to ride a stallion as hard as is necessary to tame his wildness. He slows down as he approaches and snorts at me. I laugh and rub his cheeks, while he whiffles in my hair and then butts against my chest, seeking a treat. I give him a slice of apple from my pocket. I clip the lead rope to his halter and guide him into the trailer, which he enters without much fuss.
Paris: I shrug a little. “Yeah, I don’t mind driving.” While you go to fetch Smokey Joe, I sling my … Théo’s bag in the back seat of Karl’s new truck, taking time to admire it. Very shiny! Your whistle gets my attention, and I watch you with him. There’s something about the way you handle him which shows that horses are your life, not a pastime or a hobby, something to do at weekends, but part of who you are. And he seems to sense that.
While you settle him in the trailer, I lock the barn, and climb in behind the wheel, starting her up when you join me. She starts first time with a throaty purr. This is gonna be heaven compared to driving Ben’s junk heap, even if it does have the trailer on the back. As we pull out onto the road, I give you a friendly smile.
“So Théo and Karl still don’t get on?” I’m a little curious, as neither of them has actually said that, although thinking back, they don’t talk about each other much either. “I thought they had put their differences behind them.”
Éomer: I grimace, thinking. "I believe it is more that they have agreed to try to be friends for our sake, rather than that they are actually friends. They both can be short-tempered though and I would not wish to test their tentative truce."
This truck of Karl's is very comfortable and I relax slightly. I try to mark our route, but it seems to go faster than when I am on Karl's bike, and I get confused quickly. Perhaps if I were driving instead of sitting as a passive passenger, then it would make more sense. I resolve to learn how to drive this, perhaps when the trailer is not
attached any more. I look at you, watching how you control it. You seem to know exactly what to do. Maybe you will help me, like Karl's other friend did, the one who taught me how to ride a motorcycle.
Remembering what that man had demanded in payment for the lessons, I smirk, wondering if you would ask the same price, but then I remember how Karl and I came to almost ruin each other, and I frown. It amazes me how the people of this world take something simple and make it complicated.
It is your world though, so I decide to put the problem to you. "You are very handsome and in other circumstances I would ask if I could bed you. But I think that Karl would be angry with me, and perhaps Théo too. I did not want you to think I am being rude or that you are repulsive to me. But if I have misunderstood the situation, and you would like that, you have only to tell me."
Paris: “Ah. Yeah, probably wise. Maybe this surfing trip they’re planning will help them come to a better understanding.” We can hope, I suppose.
You keep watching me, your gaze intense and it starts to un-nerve me. You’ve got a presence about you which is hard to ignore, and you exude self-confidence more than anyone I’ve ever met. I have to admit that close up, you’re even more magnificent than you are from a distance. It takes a while to realise you’re watching how I drive, and I’m just about to offer to teach you sometime, when you make an offer of your own. I have to keep myself from grinning at your total honesty. And, well, you’re certainly straightforward!
I have to say, if I had got this offer a couple of years ago, I would have jumped at the chance. As it is, I smile and ignore the prickling down my spine, reminding myself that you’re Karl’s shift. “Thanks for the offer, Éomer, I find you very attractive too, but I have a lover, and we don’t bed others. I’d like to be friends, though. I count Faramir as a good friend and I would like to think we could be friends too. I could teach you to drive if you like? Might come in handy since Théo doesn’t like riding in trucks.”
Éomer: "That would be kind of you. I confess that the thought of driving this with the trailer as well intimidates me. Perhaps when the trailer is removed? But neither Théo nor Karl has mentioned that they were planning to take a trip together. Are you sure that is wise? " I suppose that if another fight breaks out, they could call
the two of us. You seem to be a very quiet person, not given to outbursts like Karl is.
I grin at you easily in the face of your rejection, though you were very polite about it. "I expected as much, but if one does not ask, one might miss an opportunity. And we have that out of the way now, so we need not think about it anymore."
I try to watch the scenery again, but it is passing by too fast for me to look at properly. "Where is this place we are going?"
Paris: And again with the honesty. How many guys would admit outright that something intimidated them? Or perhaps it’s more an openness, as I wouldn’t say Théo was dishonest, but he doesn’t exactly share his feelings. Karl can play things close to his chest too, until he starts to get to know you, so maybe that’s where part of their problem lies. “Not entirely sure, no, but I think we have to let them try and sort things out for themselves, and hope it doesn’t come to blows again.”
Wellie is fading fast behind us, and the truck cruises smoothly up the coast road. “Yeah, we’ll get you used to driving it without the trailer first, and add it later. Just takes a little time to get used to driving it with all that extra weight on the back.” I grin at you reassuringly, and I’m pleased when you take my refusal of your offer in good grace. I’m liking you more by the minute.
“We’re going up to my brother’s cabin in the hills. It’s really quiet, out in the wilds, and Théo thought you guys would enjoy it. I told him a friend of mine who lives a few miles from the place has a bunch of trail horses that he rents out, cause I knew Théo was keen to go riding. The trail horses probably aren’t up to your standard, Mike says they’re all quite placid, so Karl suggested taking Smokey Joe up too. And that’s where I need your help. I’ve never ridden before … a horse that is. Bikes are different. Leelu feels like part of me, but a horse?” I let out a sigh. “Guess they intimidate me, and Mike knows me too well to let Théo shift in and pick the horse up.”
Éomer: The thought of getting away from Wellington with all of its people does appeal to me. It is easier to pretend at Karl's house than it is at your warehouse that I am not surrounded by so much humanity. And to have Théo to myself in such a place . . . I lick my lips in anticipation, squirming a little in my seat.
Now horses . . . "Horses are so much more a part of you than a bike can be. They are thinking creatures though and they have certain instincts which a rider must understand, so they require more effort at the beginning. But if a rider can show the horse that he is to be trusted, and the horse agrees to surrender his will to that of the
rider . . . then you no longer have a mere steed, but a partner."
I think of Firefoot, how I started with him when he was a foal, how he is almost an extension of my own body now. "My battle stallion has saved my life numerous times because he is free to avoid danger while my hands are busy with sword and spear. A bike cannot do that for you."
Paris: You seem a little antsy until we start talking about horses. Then a contented smile settles on your face while you speak with such passion. “No, a bike can’t do that.” We take a right turn onto a smaller road. Still got a way to go yet, but this is where we start climbing into the hills.
“There aren’t many people in this world who live as close to their horses as the Rohirrim. In most places, cars and trucks and bikes are used instead, and as you probably know, horses are kept more as pets than partners in the way you describe.” The dreams I’ve shared with Théo didn’t quite prepare me for the reality of having you sitting so close, and the thought of you in full battle armour charging around on your stallion makes me think the movies must also pale beside the sight of the real thing.
Dave’s been suggesting I learn to ride for a while, but I’ve never given it more of a passing thought until now. “How about we teach each other, when we get back? I’ll show you how to drive the truck, and you can show me how to ride a horse. If I’m gonna learn, might as well be from the best.” I wink at you with a smile and change gear as the hill becomes steeper.
Éomer: I grin back at you happily. "It would be my pleasure." I could have been angry with Théo for forcing two strangers together without asking us, but this has been pleasant. You are relaxing company and this trip is going quickly it seems.
There are things that I feel I must say to you however, though the problem has been long resolved. "I must apologize for shifting away and leaving Karl in your bed the first time I found Théo here. I was so overjoyed to meet him here and to . . . to know his body for the first time, to have an end of the long years of wanting, that I did not think how it would affect you and Karl. That is not an excuse, I know, for a warrior who does not think, soon will find death. But I am sorry if I caused you any grief."
I turn to look out the window again, we have entered the hills and the land is rising more steeply, covered with trees. So different from my home.
Paris: “It’s okay, I accept your apology, and to be honest, I’d forgotten about it. I think Karl was more upset than I was. Shifting is a weird thing, and sometimes things happen that can’t be controlled, so don’t worry about it.” I don’t know if you know exactly what happened the morning after, so I think I’ll just miss that bit out. But once again, you share something that I would never have expected to hear, and the emotion in your voice touches me.
“And just so you know, I don’t mind Théo coming here, not now he’ll talk to me, and arranging things makes it easier too. I came to terms with shifting a while back and … I used to share Théo’s dreams, his nightmares. I know how hard life can be for both of you.”
I’m getting thirsty, and I remember the bottle of water I stuck in the cooler on your side. “Could you do me a favour, and pass me the bottle out of there?” You do so, and I crack the top off, drinking deeply before passing it back. “Help yourself. It’s plain water.”
Éomer: I do not normally drink water when I am not on patrol, but I do not complain as you are graciously sharing with me. The water is clean and good though and I swallow it greedily, halting before I take too much.
"I am glad that you and Karl have allowed us this chance to be together without fear or worry. I am in your debt for that and if there is ever anything I can do to help you, you have but to name it. I would teach you to ride the horse without asking anything in
return."
You are a good person, it is good that Théo inhabits your body and not that of some other man who would not understand us. I sigh slightly. I have met many people in this world who have helped me and befriended me. But the one I would wish to know the most is the one I cannot. Because of the magic that brings me here, Karl and I are forever apart, never to know each other.
Paris “Thanks Éomer. I appreciate that.”
We get to the turn off for Steve’s place, and the road turns into a dirt track. The drive has gone over quicker than usual, and I know that’s down to the company. Any doubts had about spending time with you are long gone, and I’m glad I got the chance to talk to you, get to know you.
Another couple of miles, and we’re pulling up outside the cabin. There’s a field out the back of the garage, and I got Mike to drop some supplies over this morning for Smokey Joe. With the truck parked outside the garage, I turn off the engine and turn to look at you. “So do you want me to call Théo now, and he can get me to shift back in tomorrow morning so we can drive to Mikes?”
Éomer: I do not wish to appear to be eager to depart your company, but now that we are here, I am anxious to see Théo. I consider kissing you goodbye, but decide against it, you have made your position plain.
"I enjoyed this time with you, Paris, but I would like to see him now." I lower my voice and growl, "Though we found that we liked each other, he still has much to answer for."
I bid you goodbye and watch intently. I have never seen this transformation before, except Faramir once. You stand a little straighter and your eyes become more intense and I realize that my lover is before me.
Paris: I smirk, and nod in farewell, then let myself slip away, feeling Théo as he passes me.
Théo: My smile widens as I slip in and see you there before me, and my hands instinctively reach for you, pulling you to me, but stopping short of kissing you as I see deepening frown lines between your brows and a strange look in your eyes.
“Mer, what is wrong? Did something happen? Is Smokey Joe alright? Did something happen to Paris?” No, he’s fine I can feel it, but I can’t help this rising feeling of concern and reach out to cup your face. “Tell me?”
Éomer: It is hard to stay angry with you, when I am so glad to see you, but I am not happy that you risked angering your shift.
"I was frightened. I knew as soon as I saw him that he was not you. I thought something had happened. And you should have asked us first if we wanted to spend time together. Suppose Paris and I had got on the way you and Karl do?"
Now that I have said what I was thinking, I am no longer angry. I wrap my hand around your neck, pulling you to me, my tongue already delving into your mouth to taste your sweetness. My other hand wraps around your waist to seal our bodies together.
Théo: Melting into you, I match your passion, arms wrapping around you as you fill my senses, kissing you until my lungs beg for breath. My mouth slips onto your neck, nuzzling, breathing in your scent before murmuring “I have missed you.” against your skin. I nibble along your jaw line before pulling back to look at you, wanting to make sure you are not still angry with me.
“I am sorry Mer. I did not mean to worry you. I was not sure Paris would agree to spending time with you if I asked him directly. He was a little wary of you, and I knew once he met you, he would warm to you. He did, did he not?” I am a little concerned now that I was wrong, but your anger has ebbed, and I hope you found him pleasant company. “How did you find him?” It is curious to know that I may talk to him often, yet never meet him in the flesh.
Éomer: Paris wary of me? I cannot imagine why, I am perfectly harmless, except to Orcs and Dunlendings. He did not seem wary, just a little confused at suddenly being in my presence.
"He is very nice, and you should have known that we would get on well, he is nothing like Karl." I resist the urge to poke you in the chest. "Next time, just ask us, there is no need to be devious here." But I cannot be angry with you for it, I know that circumspection is a trait you have learned in the course of treading the difficult path you have been forced into by the necessity of war.
"He seems to be a very gentle soul. I have agreed to teach him how to ride a horse and he will teach me how to drive Karl's truck."
My fingers are already wandering under your shirt, tracing the patterns of muscles under the smooth skin.
Théo: “Next time I will ask.” I look at you with a sheepish smile feeling chastised, but not in a harsh way, and I know I deserved it. It is good to know that it worked out for the best though, and that you intend to spend some time together. It is a strange position we find ourselves in here, with little chance to bond with those who’s aid we may need to come to someday, and who we could need as allies ourselves. A little time spent in the company of each other’s shifts will make me feel happier that we can all rely on each other. So I am pleased to hear what you have planned.
“Ah, that is good! I am glad he wants to learn, and it will be useful for you to be able to drive the truck.” I was puzzled when I found out Paris had never ridden before.
Your fingers are making my skin tingle and my spine arches a little as they find that spot that you know drives me to distraction just below the waist of my jeans, my body pressing against yours. Mine undo a button on your shirt, revealing a little more skin and they play over it, dipping beneath the fabric every now and again. Small soft kisses on your lips make you growl and your eyes darken …
There is a snuffling noise, and Smokey Joe stamps his hoof in the trailer behind us, and I lean my forehead against yours with a smile. “Come, I will help you settle him in, and then show you the cabin.”
Éomer: You get our packs while I lead Smokey Joe out and put him in the small enclosure next to the cabin. We work together to unload the gear out of the truck and the horse trailer. Karl had put a large tub in the truck, which I fill with water and put it down in front of Smokey Joe. While he is drinking, I rig his feed bag and break up the bale of hay that we brought, spreading it around for him. Lastly I fasten a blanket over his back, for the air is chill and damp.
You lead us into the cabin after, it is small but well appointed. I am anxious to get out of my clothes, which are sweaty, despite the cool temperature. And for other reasons. . .
You are in the kitchen, getting us something to drink, and I strip off my shirt, and quietly stalk towards you.
Théo: Busy sorting through drawers to find a bottle opener, I let out a surprised gasp as your fingers take hold of the hem of my shirt, and raise my arms, aiding it’s passage over my head and off to the floor. Your hands grip my hips and pull me back against you. You nuzzle my neck, and my head falls back onto your naked shoulder. You take full advantage and your mouth latches onto my neck.
One of my hands reaches back and digs into your thick golden hair, the other covers one of yours on my hip, your thumb grazing over my skin. The soft hair on your chest brushes over my back making me shiver, and you hold me tighter, grinding your erection into my jeans covered backside, my own throbbing inside its fabric prison, aching for your touch.
Éomer: There is a lovely vista out the window, but I ignore it in favor of the sight that I have in my arms. Your smooth skin and pale hair, tight lean muscles, lips that I could kiss for hours without tiring. This view has me firmly entranced, as do the small motions you make and low sounds coming from your throat. Your chest is thrust out as you lean back against me, our bodies aligned, dips and curves meshing together perfectly. I ease one of my hands to your navel, tracing smooth skin as I go, circling the small cavity, before following the fine trail of hair lower.
Palm resting flat on the front of your pants, feeling the heat and hardness of you through the material, I breathe in raggedly, smelling your clean hair and warm skin, the faint musk of arousal starting build up, and waft from your neck. I nip at you and move my hand to the fastening of your pants, opening them just enough to release your
proud cock in to my hand, pulling your balls out gently, stroking light fingers through soft hair, tracing ridges and bumps, before wrapping my hand around, letting the warmth of you seep into my palm. My other hand keeps your hips pinned against my own groin, as I press up to the firm flesh still encased in fabric.
Théo: You hold my length in your hand and it throbs with a deep pulse, and for moments you simply hold it still and I breathe deeply, the slightest tremor running through me at your long desired touch. I arch a little more, rubbing my face against your hair, a needy moan on my lips, and you chuckle against my neck. I can feel each callus on your hand as it begins to move with strong slow strokes, and my head falls back as my eyes close, a lazy smile spreading over my face.
You hold my hip firm; not letting me thrust into your hand, and set a deliciously slow pace. My hand digs further into your hair, the other reaching further back to anchor a finger into your waistband, and I grind back against you, letting out a long sigh at the feel of your hard flesh, wishing we were fully skin to skin. Wanting to feel the slip and slide of you against my skin, wanting to feel the broad head of your cock opening me up to take all of you. I shiver in your arms at the thought, and let out a throaty groan as your pace increases.
Éomer: The ache in my groin intensifies, and my own pants are uncomfortably tight, but I deny my pleasure for the moment, wanting to torment you some more. I lower you pants still further with my free hand, while my other hand slows to a steady rhythm on you, enough to keep you on moving towards the edge, but not enough to send you over. When the garment is half way down your thighs, I halt and my hand slowly traces back up your flank, following the curve of muscle, holding you still as you flinch when I cross a sensitive spot, before I move on to the place at the base of your spine that usually makes you wild.
I am not disappointed as you push your shoulders back against my chest, a moan trickling from your mouth as your hips try to thrash against my restraining arm. My hand follows a wandering path back up to your torso to your mouth, where you suck my fingers in greedily, your tongue working, making my breath come hot and heavy against your
neck until I remove them and move them back to your magnificent buttocks.
A fine sheen of sweat has gathered in your cleft and I slide my middle finger down to your opening, pushing against you. You gasp and I slide it into you, then add another, searching for the place within you. You give a gurgling cry as I find it, and then I set a
relentlessly slow pace with my hand on your cock and my fingers working in and out of you to brush against your pleasure spot.
Théo: Your slow, deliberate actions are pushing me to the edge of my sanity, my whole body tensing and quivering with every thrust of your fingers, my shoulders forced back against your chest. My hips are freer to move now, but your firm grip will not be hurried, and I groan with frustration. Rocking back against your fingers, my hand tightens in your hair, and I turn my head, mouth finding yours, so hot and moist. I capture your lips, the last thing left to me to take, slipping my tongue across yours, your ragged breathing matching mine.
Your fingers twist and sink deeper and with a cry, I let go of you, hands slamming down on the counter top in front of me, back hollowing, my head dropping back between my shoulder blades, and I open my legs as wide as I can still wearing these pants, gazing back over my shoulder with lust glazed eyes. “Want you … need you …” Another deep thrust as your hand still works my cock, and I can’t wait any longer. “Please, Mer, take me … need you …”
Éomer: Almost reluctantly, I slowly pull my fingers from you. There is something so intimate about having you in my hands like that, the secrets of your body mine for a time. But your responses to me are more than I take too, and I want to bury my cock in that same tight heat where my fingers had been.
My hands shift to your breeches, my lips trailing down your neck and then down your back as I kneel behind you to help your legs out. You halt for a moment and pull the familiar tube out and hand it to me. I clasp my hand around yours, still holding the lotion and lead you to the couch.
"This way, Théo." I guide you to your knees beside the furniture, your elbows on the cushions, pushing your shoulders down and your rear up. "Open for me," I say as I part your legs, getting them spread the way I want them.
I stand up, admiring you, golden skin, coiled muscles, the almost unbearable tension in your back, the gleam of sweat making your skin glow. I cannot wait any longer and I quickly discard my pants, slicking my cock, and bending down behind you. I wet your entrance as well, then holding your hips, slowly sink my whole length into you, not giving you time to adjust until my balls are snugged up under your hips.
Théo: I am squirming in your grasp, pushing back against you, panting and groaning as you sink into me so deep. My fingers curl around my cock with a grateful sigh, but you grasp my wrist and put my hand back on the couch, growling a warning in my ear. This is unlike the fast, hard taking of our usual first encounters. It is intense, yes, but intensity of a different kind, built slowly, maddeningly since your first touch as you set this pace. And although I ache for sweet release, part of me wants to prolong this, let the intensity build until it overwhelms us.
A deep tremor runs down my spine and my shoulders tense as you pull almost out, and slide back in, every thrust now grazing over sensitised nerves, again, and again. Your hair brushes against my sweat damp skin as you bend forward, adding to the sensation and making me writhe and the feel of your tongue on my back almost sends me into spasms. Reaching blindly back, my fingers brush your hip, your thigh, wanting to touch you, craving the feel of your hands on me. Pushing myself upright and back against you as you continue to rock into me, I feel the tremble of your hands on my hips and my fingers tangles in your damp hair. “Please, Mer … let me touch the wildness … let me ride the storm.”
Éomer: Every long stroke into you sweeps pleasure along my length, radiating outward from the place where we are joined, the heat from you surging into me. The storm we are creating together is as slow moving as a summer thunderheads, piling up and up until it cannot be sustained any longer and it crashes. I pull you lean body close to my chest, the changed angle putting increased pressure on my turgid cock, forcing a deep groan from me as I latch my mouth onto your neck.
One arm wraps around your waist, while I circle your hardness with my other hand. I hold you firmly, but I do not move my hand, letting my hips do the work as each long, hard slide into you pushes your cock into my hand. Your hands twist in my hair as you desperately try to move faster, and though I am tempted to start slamming into you hard and fast, this gradual build up is too intoxicating to give up, and I keep control of our movements. The edge approaches and recedes, coming closer with each stroke, and I feel the incredible pressure gathering inside me, trickles of energy breaking loose, and I know from the tension and tremble of your muscles that you feel it too. I want to let our orgasms take us as they will, not as something we've strived for, but an outside force that sends us flying to pieces in each other's arms.
"Fall with me . . . "
Théo: Every slow, deliberate stroke takes me nearer the edge as your solid flesh fills me, moves in me, your fingers firm around my own hardness as you thrust me into them. The untamed force that holds us builds ever higher, stronger, until I can take no more, my body taut, every muscle screaming for completion, and gladly I give myself up to the abyss with you, letting go of the last shreds of my control.
The storm hits, rolling through us, it’s ferocity at once tearing us apart and melding us together. The deep purr of thunder resonates so deep inside I cannot tell which one of us the long drawn out groan began with as passion and love and lust and desire take us, and for a moment, there is no you, and no I, simply us, boundaries blurring so that we exist as one, riding out this whirlwind you brought into being …
My seed pumps into your fist as yours pumps deep inside me, violent shudders wracking my body and still you hold me close, not letting go … and I know you never will. I know you are mine as I am yours, and as the storm begins to roll away I turn my face to yours, murmuring against your skin, your ragged breath hot on my neck. “Love you … love you …”
Éomer: Still shaking, trembling from the force of our release, the drying sweat sealing us together, I gladly meet your seeking mouth, our kiss long and slow, an affirmation of what just passed between us. We pull back and I watch your eyes as I slowly pull myself from you, seeing in them all I ever hoped to find and more than I ever dreamed I would have.
We pull each other to the couch, stretching out, still kissing and caressing as we move, until we are comfortable, wrapped together. I stare at you intently while my fingers trace the fine bones of your face, the curve of your lip, feeling the bristle of your beard, the silk of your hair.
"Love you, Théo . . . always and forever." My fingers hunt lower, limning quivering muscles and sturdy bone. I can see only you, feel only you, your blazing spirit shining out of this body you borrow, taking me over until everything that I am is yours.
Théo: There is a peace in my heart, a soul deep peace that only you can bring me in these quiet times when all is still and calm after the storm’s ebb, and nothing and no-one can intrude. Only during our brief visits to this world can we truly be together like this. Your fingers map my face, my body, as mine play through the red gold hair on your chest, and I sigh with contentment at your touch.
Smiling softly at your words, I run my finger down the side of your face, drowning in the depth of emotion in your warm hazel eyes, and take your sword hand in mine. My fingers move over every callus and I bring it to my lips and place a kiss in the centre of your palm before placing flat on the centre of my chest. “My heart is yours … forever, Mer.”
Éomer: The steady beat of your heart under my hand kindles a constant warm fire in my own heart, that lights my nights when we are separated and beats back the despair that comes sometimes in the face of the ever-present threats to our country. Meeting here as we do, loving each other, gives me the strength to keep fighting, knowing that I do so to keep us both safe.
The couch is not the most comfortable place for two full grown men to rest together. Soon we will have to feed ourselves, to bed down for the night. But for now, it is enough to lie here, chest to chest, legs meeting legs, naked skin warm each against the other. Soon we will have to move . . . but not yet.
NC-17 eventually