Title: In the Company of Men, part 2
Author: Sunraven
Feedback: sunravenbjw@verizon.net 
Pairing: Boromir/Aragorn 
Category: Mixture of comedy and angst and striving
Date: 27-Feb-07
Status: U
Series: yes  
Synopsis: The two men go off to finally get some alone time, and to scout the 
enemy for the fellowship
Notes: Mixture of JRRT's book and the movie universe, whichever fits my plot 
better at the time.
Warnings: R rated
Disclaimer: Not my property. No profit

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The morning after the first time:

Aragorn woke Boromir up early so the two of them could do a quick wash-up.  Both 
of them knew what could happen if a man's seed was left in britches while strong 
exercising such as all-day hiking was going on.  Neither of them wanted the 
smell or the rash that doing so could give them.

They didn't speak much, just did their cold bath with the ease of long-season 
campaigners.  Before Boromir finished and headed back to get his shield and to 
start on breakfast, he looked at Aragorn with a question in his eyes.

"If you are wondering whether I want to do that again, Boromir, the answer is 
yes.  I do not take a new lover lightly.  Nor do I sense, do you."

Boromir smiled, like the sun coming out of the clouds and lighting the world.  
"Maybe next time we can actually get /out/ of our britches before we, uhh ..."

"Unless we like cleaning up in a freezing stream at dawn, we had better try." 
Aragorn joked, pulling on a clean (relatively speaking) pair of trousers from 
his pack.

"Aye.  This is not my idea of fun."

Right then Legolas came down to the stream to do his morning bathing.  The Elf 
was a clean person, and didn't like to get too grungy.  

As he observed what the two men were doing, washing their trousers at the same 
time, Legolas grinned at them.

He spoke in Elvish to Aragorn, and his words made the Numenorian blush crimson.

As the two men walked back to the camp, Boromir asked Aragorn, "What did he say?  
You blushed redder than a mare's sex when she's in heat."

"He said that next time we should show some restraint like civilized people and 
take off our pants before we make love.  He doesn't like to share his bathwaters 
with two Men trying to hide the consequences of their actions the next morning.  
Nor does he like the smell of us, despite us washing."

"Oh, by Barinor's Balls, Aragorn!  I wish you hadn't told me that.  Now every 
time he gets near me, I'm going to worry that I didn't get clean enough.  
Sometime I hate Elves and their weird senses of humor!"

Aragorn laughed and pulled Baromir over to him.  He sniffed him, pulled up his 
vest and tunic and pulled his pants out from his flat belly and sniffed down 
there, finally letting him go rather reluctantly.  "You smell fine.  Elves, 
contrary to what they want us to believe, don't have stronger senses of smell 
than men of the Dunadain.  He is just teasing us because of our new 
relationship.  They do that, for some reason.  When Arwin and I first fell in 
love, we couldn't go anywhere without her people making comments like that!  
They were some of my worst moments, especially when Elrond heard them.  He 
didn't smile, trust me.  He didn't care for his daughter choosing a mortal lover 
like their ancestor fair Lothien, who Arwin so resembles."

As they walked around the tree to the campsite, Aragorn added quietly, "Boromir, 
is there any curse you know that doesn't involve my ancestors' body parts?"

The two Men's laughter woke the hobbits and Gimli up, and everyone looked at 
them in bemusement.  They were awfully cheerful this morning.  Other than 
Legolas, only Gandalf had figured out what was going on, though.  After all, a 
Wizard's sense of smell was better than that of both Elves and the Dunadain!

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The Southern Pass


Gandalf took the fellowship up into the foothills of the mountains, moving 
towards the southern pass that would take them to the other side of the misty 
mountain range.  The autumn weather started edging into winter, and, even though 
they did not run into any obvious dangers, the older members of the fellowship 
were starting to get concerned that it was all going too easily.

"Saruman has one of the seeing stones, and though Sauron controls it, that 
doesn't mean Saruman can't look in our direction.  No, Aragorn, I think we have 
to assume that he can see us."

"Is there any way to block the seeing stones?"

"They can't see through solid rock, nor through sites of elven magic such as 
Lorien and Rivendell.  All we can hope for is that he can't see us if we stay 
close to the mountains on our way south."

Aragorn said to the wizard, "I am going to drop back and scout around to make 
sure there are no followers that might be spying for Saruman.  I'll check to see 
if I catch any tracks I don't like, and maybe see if I can confuse them if any 
enemies are there."

Gandalf nodded with a smile. "Good idea.  Take Boromir with you.  It will keep 
his mind off the Ring and what he thinks might be happening in Minas Tirith 
right now.  That young man broods too much, and his mind fills with despair 
because of all of the enemies that are threatening Gondor.  The despair leaves 
him too open to evil influences."

Aragorn blushed, hearing the unspoken message, which was: "Take Boromir and 
relieve his tension and your own while you are gone.  The two of you are dancing 
all around each other but can't get any privacy with the terrain we have been 
passing through.  You're driving Legolas and me crazy!"

"Look for us to meet you at Irhain ridge in two - three days time."

Aragorn walked over to where Boromir was talking with Pippen and Merry.  
"Boromir, Gandalf thinks we should go and scout to the west and north to see if 
any of Saruman's spies are following our more than obvious trail.  What say you?  
Do you want to accompany me?"

Boromir's face darkened in embarrassment, but he managed to respond with a 
choked-sounding "I will go with you."

The two men put some provisions in their packs and headed out over the foothills 
to the rear and west of the rest of the fellowship.  Aragorn drove them hard, 
making sure that he scoured the ground for any sign that Saruman's minions might 
be following the fellowship or that a strike force might have been sent out to 
meet the small group in order to eradicate it and steal the ring. 

The pace was difficult, but both men were in prime shape, so that when they 
finally stopped for the night in a small woods, they were exhausted, but not so 
much so that their need for sex was diminished.  They were men, after all.

They ate a cold dinner sitting side by side on an old downed log in order to 
keep their campground from being seen from the air.  This was done because 
Gandalf had told Aragorn that Saruman had spies in the air, birds of various 
types who could see a campfire from a long distance.

After the meal, Aragorn stood up and said with decision, "We should retire now.  
We'll need to be up at dawn to continue our scouting."

Boromir smiled up at the Numenorian.  "Slave driver.  I expect you are too 
tired, old man, to do anything but sleep." 

Boromir came to his feet as he said that, and suddenly found himself flat on his 
back with a horny and annoyed Aragorn on top of him.

"I have more energy in my small finger than you have in your entire body, 
Steward Prince.  I am of the blood of the Numenorians, after all!  I will show 
you, child, who has more energy!"

Aragorn proceeded to kiss Boromir roughly enough so that his teeth cut the 
other's lip until it bled.  They fought for dominance with tongues and bodies, 
first Boromir on top, then Aragorn as he upset the balance.  The hardness of 
their erections showed both how the roughness was enjoyed.  They were both hard 
men, used to the stress of the battlefield and the hardships of the road.  
Striving against each other filled a need in both of them.  Aragorn hadn't 
realized how much he had missed this, two men coming together striving in love 
rather than in battle.  Battle he had plenty of in these days of darkness, but 
this striving, he had missed sorely.

Boromir was on top at the moment, and he leaned up to look down at the man below 
him in the dusk lighting.


"I think I need to take those things off of you.  Can you stand the cold?"

"Can /you/, man of Gondor?"

"Of course.  As long as you warm me up again."

Boromir started to undress Aragorn, but got stuck on some finicky elvish 
closings.

"By Bllendil's Eyes, Aragorn!  This Elvish clothing is driving me crazy."

"Well, do not rip them, as I didn't bring any spares and it would be rather hard 
to explain when we return to the fellowship.  It would help if you took off your 
gloves.  The only swordwork you will be doing tonight does not require them."

Boromir snorted his amusement as he used his teeth to rip off his gloves.  After 
that, the closings fell open fairly easy.  Once the Gondorian had off Aragorn's 
clothes, he pulled his own off quickly, so quickly it brought a smile to his 
lover's face.

Boromir motioned at a pile of blankets and cloaks under the nearest boulder. 
"Here - I set up the blankets and your and my cloaks earlier when you were out 
checking the perimeter for the tenth time.  Did you think you had missed 
something on the previous nine times?"

"Grrrrrr!"

Aragorn jumped up, grabbed Boromir and pulled them both down to the nest of 
blankets and cloaks. He started in on the younger man's chest, making sure he 
pulled the hairs a bit as he used a combination of teeth, lips and tongue.  He 
felt Boromir start shivering at the onslaught.

Worried that his companion might be cold, he asked, "Are you cold?  I could put 
a cloak over us."

"By Illidan's creaky knees, Aragorn, I am not a child!  If I get cold, I will 
cover myself."

That sassy response told Aragorn that Boromir was well on the way to pleasure, 
even if he couldn't have figured that out from the erection lying against his 
leg.

The Numenorian moved downward to his lover's sex, took a swipe with his tongue, 
and blew on it.  Then he said conversationally, "Your sword is a nice size, 
Boromir.  Lot of it for me to play with."

The growl that came in response to that from above him made him chuckle again, 
which blew more air on Boromir's prick.  The shivering was really strong by now, 
and Aragorn dismissed it except as a sign that his lover was very responsive to 
his actions.  He went back to Boromir's body and started biting and kissing all 
the way down one leg and moving to the other.

"Stop playing with me!" Boromir pleaded/growled.

Aragorn sighed.  "All right, my impatient one."  He put his mouth to his lover's 
prick and scraped lightly/tongued/lipped down to the root, fighting the gag 
reflex to do so.

The scraping was the last straw.  Boromir yelled and came, spurting into 
Aragorn's mouth like there was no end to it.  Aragorn ignored the bitter taste 
of him, and swallowed it all.

Boromir laid there panting and shaking, and Aragorn came back up and kissed him 
deeply. 

"Is it my turn now?"

"What do you want me to do?"

Aragorn considered the question.  "We do not know each other's bodies well 
enough yet for penetration.  I could hurt you."

"Probably.  So what?  Our moments together are few enough that I think it smart 
to skip steps if both of us wish.  Do you not?"

"Didn't you hear me, Boromir?  /I //could// hurt you!"/

"What makes you think I don't like to be hurt sometimes, Aragorn?  I am not some 
innocent child that you must go carefully with!  Do not treat me as such."

Despite his reassurances, Boromir saw his partner's unease and said a little 
quieter, "It has been a long time since I had someone I cared about filling me 
up from the inside, Aragorn.  I miss the feeling.  I ... want you there."

"Then that is what we shall do.  I have some salve we can use to ease things..."  
Aragorn scrambled over to his pack and got his healing salve and brought it 
back. 

As Aragorn expected, his partner was tight when he first started the stretching 
preparations with his fingers.  But a few judicious touches on Boromir's center 
of pleasure loosened his friend up nicely.  Finally the Numenorian slathered the 
salve on himself and placed himself at Boromir's opening.

"Relax with it if you can."


"Just get on with it!"

He smiled at the crotchety response and did just that.  At first Boromir 
couldn't help but tighten up in pain, but then the Gondorian forced himself to 
relax and soon Aragorn was completely buried inside the body of his lover.

Aragorn started moving, quick jerks that hit his lover's center often.  Soon 
they were rutting as strongly as they had the first time, with Boromir reduced 
to grunts of pleasure as he was ridden hard.  

Boromir started pulling on his prick, starting to get himself off a second time.  
Aragorn slapped away his hands.  "No, Boromir.  I will do that."

Aragorn wrapped one hand around the Gondorian's prick and roughly started to 
jerk him off.  He was surprised that he was almost ready to explode himself, as 
he usually had more lasting power.  He knew what it was that pulled him to the 
edge.  It was Boromir's surrender to him, only not quite surrender...  He wasn't 
sure what it was, exactly.

All thoughts disappeared from his head as Boromir came again, almost as strongly 
as the first time.  His tightening down on Aragorn pushed him hard over the 
edge, and he pumped his seed into the man under him with an intensity that 
momentarily blinded him.  

"Aragorn?  Are you still alive?"  Boromir asked smugly.  "Was that too much for 
an eighty-seven year old heart?"

"I heard that!"

Boromir laughed at how sated Aragorn sounded.  "Come on.  Let's get under the 
cloaks.  My prick and other thing's are freezing off!"

The two men scrambled under the covers, moved into each other's arms, and were 
dead to the world.  Fortunately for them, nothing harmful moved in the night, 
and they were able to sleep the night through.

Aragorn came awake when he was roughly jolted, and he jumped up, sword in hand 
and with nothing else on.  He turned towards his antagonist and saw it was 
Boromir.  The Gondorian took a step back, and some of the steaming liquid he 
held in a cup splashed on his tunic.

"Ouch, shite, Aragorn, do you want to burn some of my skin off?  Watch it!"

"I am sorry, but you startled me."

"I was trying to get you up, dunghead!  You said you wanted to be out scouting 
at dawn, but you looked like you were going to sleep the day through.  So I 
started a small smokeless fire and heated you some tea.  Pippen gave me a few of 
his tea bags because I have taken to the drink.  He said it wakes people up."

"Thank you."  Aragorn took the battered metal cup and drank down the slightly 
bitter brew with relish.  When he was finished, he looked at the cup closer.  It 
was silver, but battered from long use.  The white tree of Gondor was engraved 
on it.  "This cup is old."

"It's my brother's naming cup.  He gave it to me when I gave him a new cup on 
his last birthday."

Blue eyes watched his lover.  "You two sound very close."

"We've had to be.  My Father became rather stern and grim when our Mother died, 
and he wasn't there for us much.  He was constantly out fighting our enemies, 
and other duties of the Ruling Steward of Gondor.  He also took a mislike to 
Faramir, and I spent a lot of my time growing up protecting my little brother 
from the man who should have loved him."

"Why did he mislike your brother?"

"Because Faramir's more of a scholar than a soldier, though he is a good soldier 
in his own right.  He just thinks more deeply than Father and myself.  My Father 
understood me, because I am a lot like him.  But Faramir was too different, and 
Denethor did not try to take the extra steps to understanding a son who was 
rather alien to him.  Faramir's more like Mother.  She was very bright, and was 
known as a scholar in her own right."

"You are not stupid, Boromir.  Why do you compare yourself so negatively to 
Faramir?"

Boromir stared at Aragorn.  "I know my limitations, Aragorn.  My brother would 
make a better Steward than I ever will.  He sees far and is wise beyond his 
years.  Me, I can lead men to battle and I can fight.  That's about it."  The 
warrior smiled and reached over and stroked Aragorn's face.  "You rather remind 
me of him, you know that?  If he had your years, he could almost be you, but 
fairer of complexion.  I guess that is why, if you did choose to take up your 
crown one day, you would be a good king.  Nae.  A GREAT king.  I cannot speak 
for the Steward of Gondor, but if I take the stewardship some day, I would 
follow you into Mordor if you should ask it of me."

Aragorn blushed.  "I would gladly have a man with your talents as my Captain-
General, Borimer."  A smile broke out on his face suddenly.  "But right now, I 
would rather have you in my blankets!"  He moved over and kissed Borimer's lips, 
then his face, then his neck.

"But... What about the scouting?"

"To Devil with the scouting!  This is the real reason Gandalf wanted us away 
from the fellowship long enough to get some privacy.  We wanted each other, but 
we couldn't find the privacy to do something about it.  He said that the sexual 
tension was getting so strong that he could cut it with a sword!  I won't even 
tell you what Legolas said."

Boromir's lovely smile and his laughter rang out, the joy in it a pleasure for 
Aragorn to hear.  Perhaps some of the poison that caused the ring to be a 
temptation was draining out of his lover.  At least Aragorn could only hope so.  
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