FIC: The Planned Seduction of Faramir for aprilkat (LotR; Frodo/Faramir)
Title: The Planned Seduction of Faramir
Author: wynterhawk
Fandom: LotR
Pairing: Frodo/Faramir
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The world and characters herein belong to the Tolkien Estate. Written under fair use; no infringement intended.
Summary: Written for aprilkat, whose kinks include "[s]exually inexperienced but excitable Frodo."
It was quiet in the young Steward's quarters all except for the soft crackling of the fire in the hearth. And it was warm and inviting in that room to the point that Frodo found himself relaxing. Faramir's initial and open invitation to join him in his rooms after supper had been soft and quite unsure to where Frodo wasn't certain that he understood the man's meaning. There was a look of shy hope in the man's blue eyes and it was then that Frodo understood. But that had been a week ago, and during that time Frodo had delighted in detailing his seduction of Faramir. He had it planned down to several conversation points and counterpoints and practiced them in the privacy of his own rooms. But facing a Faramir dressed simply in tunic and trousers and bare feet, Frodo had become undone.
"Frodo," Faramir greeted the Hobbit that stood silently in the doorway. "I'm glad that you've come."
"Of course I would," said Frodo, falling easily into his routine. "But I must admit that when you asked me to come, I was surprised. Delighted, but surprised."
"Why surprised?" Faramir asked as he padded across the stone floor to approach Frodo.
Frodo paused and as he looked up at Faramir, his thoughts scattered.
This was not how he had planned.
"I--did not know that you felt..."
Frodo looked away and let his words trail. Faramir made a noise of comprehension and he smiled at his visitor.
"Come... would you like some wine?"
A rush of heat filled Frodo and he was moving, following Faramir towards the desk upon which sat several bottles of dark liquid. His heart thudded hard in his chest and his hands shook as he reached up to receive the cup. Choking a bit, he drank it quickly and asked for more.
Faramir raised his brows and quietly complied, filling the cup. Just as Frodo lifted it to drink, Faramir cautioned him.
"Careful, my dear Hobbit, for the wine is strong."
Frodo lowered the cup and stared down at the wine within it.
"I'm safe with you," he said simply. "I am safe to lose myself. Am I not?"
Faramir suddenly laughed.
"Of course, Frodo! Please. I wish for you to enjoy yourself... with me."
Faramir had added the last two words, hesitantly as he did not want to expose his true feelings. Surely this beautiful Hobbit did not feel the same as he did. Their relationship could never progress to anything beyond their strong friendship, of that he was sure. He watched Frodo finish off the wine and half expected the Hobbit to raise his cup for more. But he didn't and Faramir waited.
"Would you kiss me?" Frodo asked.
A lump rose in Faramir's throat and he forced himself to drink his own wine. What could he say? He would never decline this request and yet he did not want to seem quite so eager. He savored this new bit of information, rolling it about his senses over and over, so caught up with his own pleasure that he did not notice the growing anxiety of the Hobbit.
Frodo clutched his fingers about the small cup and felt a rather unpleasant lurch in his belly. Faramir had remained quiet after his request and Frodo could not bear to look into his face to see scorn and disgust there. He turned suddenly and made a dash for the door.
"I'm sorry!" he cried helplessly, all thought of his seduction tactics completely gone from his mind.
It took a moment for Faramir to register that the Hobbit had gone and he acted quickly. With long legs eating up the distance and reaching Frodo before he had a chance to make it out into the corridor beyond, Faramir caught his shoulder.
Frodo stopped dead, feeling the large hand clamping down upon him, pulling him back into the room.
"Stay," said Faramir with his voice low and solicitous.
Though he wanted to stay, Frodo turned rather reluctantly and looked up into the shining eyes of his captain.
Faramir smiled.
"Stay, please."
Frodo nodded slowly and allowed Faramir to lead him back into the warm room.
"Now," Faramir was saying as he turned to sit upon the low cushioned bench at the foot of his bed.
Now eye to eye with Frodo, Faramir reached out and drew Frodo closer, pulling him boldly closer between his knees.
"You wanted something from me?"
Frodo's eyes widened and a most becoming blush reddened his cheeks. Then a small smile quirked the corner of his mouth.
"You're having fun at my expense," he said in a low voice.
"I am," Faramir said prodding him gently in the belly.
"Oh," murmured the Hobbit, but it wasn't a sound of comprehension, it was something more breathy, a soft rounding of moist pink lips and an exhalation of a surprised breath.
Faramir stroked him again, gliding his fingers across the thin material of his shirt in an effort to hear that sound again. And he was rewarded not only with the slight whisper of breath and sound, but a lapful of eager Hobbit. Frodo tasted of wine and mint and the combination of the two made Faramir lightheaded. He grasped Frodo about the waist to steady him, to hold and control him. But there was no controlling Frodo, and Faramir (much to his surprise) found himself flat against the bed looking up at a mischievous Hobbit.
"I've gotten my kiss," Frodo said biting his bottom lip in thought. "What is it that you want in return?"
Heat flared within Faramir and robbed him of his breath. He opened his mouth in utter surprise.
"Ah, yes. I want that as well," Frodo finished for him.
Faramir grinned and lifting Frodo, he brought him properly to his bed.
"Then let us not wait, dear Frodo."
end
Author: wynterhawk
Fandom: LotR
Pairing: Frodo/Faramir
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The world and characters herein belong to the Tolkien Estate. Written under fair use; no infringement intended.
Summary: Written for aprilkat, whose kinks include "[s]exually inexperienced but excitable Frodo."
It was quiet in the young Steward's quarters all except for the soft crackling of the fire in the hearth. And it was warm and inviting in that room to the point that Frodo found himself relaxing. Faramir's initial and open invitation to join him in his rooms after supper had been soft and quite unsure to where Frodo wasn't certain that he understood the man's meaning. There was a look of shy hope in the man's blue eyes and it was then that Frodo understood. But that had been a week ago, and during that time Frodo had delighted in detailing his seduction of Faramir. He had it planned down to several conversation points and counterpoints and practiced them in the privacy of his own rooms. But facing a Faramir dressed simply in tunic and trousers and bare feet, Frodo had become undone.
"Frodo," Faramir greeted the Hobbit that stood silently in the doorway. "I'm glad that you've come."
"Of course I would," said Frodo, falling easily into his routine. "But I must admit that when you asked me to come, I was surprised. Delighted, but surprised."
"Why surprised?" Faramir asked as he padded across the stone floor to approach Frodo.
Frodo paused and as he looked up at Faramir, his thoughts scattered.
This was not how he had planned.
"I--did not know that you felt..."
Frodo looked away and let his words trail. Faramir made a noise of comprehension and he smiled at his visitor.
"Come... would you like some wine?"
A rush of heat filled Frodo and he was moving, following Faramir towards the desk upon which sat several bottles of dark liquid. His heart thudded hard in his chest and his hands shook as he reached up to receive the cup. Choking a bit, he drank it quickly and asked for more.
Faramir raised his brows and quietly complied, filling the cup. Just as Frodo lifted it to drink, Faramir cautioned him.
"Careful, my dear Hobbit, for the wine is strong."
Frodo lowered the cup and stared down at the wine within it.
"I'm safe with you," he said simply. "I am safe to lose myself. Am I not?"
Faramir suddenly laughed.
"Of course, Frodo! Please. I wish for you to enjoy yourself... with me."
Faramir had added the last two words, hesitantly as he did not want to expose his true feelings. Surely this beautiful Hobbit did not feel the same as he did. Their relationship could never progress to anything beyond their strong friendship, of that he was sure. He watched Frodo finish off the wine and half expected the Hobbit to raise his cup for more. But he didn't and Faramir waited.
"Would you kiss me?" Frodo asked.
A lump rose in Faramir's throat and he forced himself to drink his own wine. What could he say? He would never decline this request and yet he did not want to seem quite so eager. He savored this new bit of information, rolling it about his senses over and over, so caught up with his own pleasure that he did not notice the growing anxiety of the Hobbit.
Frodo clutched his fingers about the small cup and felt a rather unpleasant lurch in his belly. Faramir had remained quiet after his request and Frodo could not bear to look into his face to see scorn and disgust there. He turned suddenly and made a dash for the door.
"I'm sorry!" he cried helplessly, all thought of his seduction tactics completely gone from his mind.
It took a moment for Faramir to register that the Hobbit had gone and he acted quickly. With long legs eating up the distance and reaching Frodo before he had a chance to make it out into the corridor beyond, Faramir caught his shoulder.
Frodo stopped dead, feeling the large hand clamping down upon him, pulling him back into the room.
"Stay," said Faramir with his voice low and solicitous.
Though he wanted to stay, Frodo turned rather reluctantly and looked up into the shining eyes of his captain.
Faramir smiled.
"Stay, please."
Frodo nodded slowly and allowed Faramir to lead him back into the warm room.
"Now," Faramir was saying as he turned to sit upon the low cushioned bench at the foot of his bed.
Now eye to eye with Frodo, Faramir reached out and drew Frodo closer, pulling him boldly closer between his knees.
"You wanted something from me?"
Frodo's eyes widened and a most becoming blush reddened his cheeks. Then a small smile quirked the corner of his mouth.
"You're having fun at my expense," he said in a low voice.
"I am," Faramir said prodding him gently in the belly.
"Oh," murmured the Hobbit, but it wasn't a sound of comprehension, it was something more breathy, a soft rounding of moist pink lips and an exhalation of a surprised breath.
Faramir stroked him again, gliding his fingers across the thin material of his shirt in an effort to hear that sound again. And he was rewarded not only with the slight whisper of breath and sound, but a lapful of eager Hobbit. Frodo tasted of wine and mint and the combination of the two made Faramir lightheaded. He grasped Frodo about the waist to steady him, to hold and control him. But there was no controlling Frodo, and Faramir (much to his surprise) found himself flat against the bed looking up at a mischievous Hobbit.
"I've gotten my kiss," Frodo said biting his bottom lip in thought. "What is it that you want in return?"
Heat flared within Faramir and robbed him of his breath. He opened his mouth in utter surprise.
"Ah, yes. I want that as well," Frodo finished for him.
Faramir grinned and lifting Frodo, he brought him properly to his bed.
"Then let us not wait, dear Frodo."
end