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eachdraidhean) wrote2007-08-20 12:31 am
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Queer as Horseboys
Title: Queer as Horseboys
Author: Uisgich
Pairing: Théodred/Éomer
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, I'm just playing with them for a while.
Warnings: CRACKFIC!! (I'm blaming jet lag) And Éomer is young. How young, you decide for yourself :)
Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
seleneheart's birthday, and brought to mind by something she once said. To appreciate it most, you need to have seen the first episode of Queer as Folk, either the US or UK version. Apologies to Russell T Davies.
The heat of mid summer had mellowed into a warm evening and all of Edoras had joined in the celebrations of the longest day of the year. The folk of the city had feasted and played games and danced and as dusk had eventually crept up on the revellers, some slipped away, eager to take advantage of the warm night.
Théodred spent the night dancing in the arms of one girl or another and flirting with several young riders in between dances, planning on who would share his bed and hadn't really noticed Éomer's absence until he arrived late. Théo's was not the only gaze that followed his cousin as he walked towards the makeshift dance floor, all eyes drawn by the young man's obvious attempts to be noticed. His tight breeches, soft unlaced tunic and hair that shone like spun silk had enhanced his already attractive form, and Théo wondered if Éomer realised that he could have dressed in sackcloth and still have received as much attention. Their gaze met and the look of hunger mixed with nervous uncertainty in those warm hazel eyes had Théo wanting him, no matter what the complications were. Having tired of all his usual partners, Théo was glad to give Éomer as much attention as he needed.
He walked casually round to where Éomer stood, looking him up and down appreciatively and he smiled as if he were simply greeting a kinsman.
"Where are you headed?" Théo asked conversationally. He'd noticed a group of Éomer's friends standing at one side of the open space and several groups of girls who seemed keen to get to know him better, if they hadn't already.
"No where special." Éomer shrugged, trying to feign indifference at having caught Théo's eye when the way Théo was making him feel just by looking at him was making his heart race.
"I can change that." Théo whispered in Éomer's ear, making his intentions clear and brushing his hand almost accidentally over Éomer's hip as he walked off towards the Golden Hall. After a moment's hesitation, Éomer followed, his neck still tingling where Théo's breath had ghosted over it. Neither of them saw Théo's best friend, Brand, shake is head as he watched them leave and head off in search of more ale.
When they reached his room, Théo held the door open for Mer to walk through then closed it behind him, turning the key in the lock. The warmth of the night and the dancing had left him hot, sweaty so he pulled off his light cotton tunic revealing a well muscled torso, the hair on his chest a darker shade than the blonde hair that cascaded halfway down his back. Théo picked up the jug of clean washing water on his nightstand and poured it's contents over his head, gasping as the cold water met his heated skin and ran down it in little rivulets. His nipples immediately hardened to tight little nubs and he shook his head, droplets scattering from his hair as it moved.
Théo unlaced his breeches, looking at Éomer as he did so, and eased them down over his hips, toeing off the soft boots he'd been wearing to dance in as he did so. As he stood naked in the middle of the room, his cock stood proud from a wiry thatch of hair and he held his arms out from his sides, arrogantly displaying himself for the younger man's curious eyes.
"So are you coming or going ..." Théo asked, his voice husky. "... or coming, then going ..."
Éomer stared at him, his mouth suddenly dry, unable to speak.
"... or coming and staying?" Théo continued.
Éomer gulped and slipped off his leather waistcoat, walking slowly towards Théo and into his arms. Théo kissed his neck and Éomer sighed at the feel of warm wet skin under his fingers. Their first kisses were open mouthed, savouring the taste of each other as Théo undid Éomer's breeches and then his cock was in Théo's hand and he gasped as it jerked in the firm grasp. Théo fell upon his mouth, devouring it as Éomer bucked against him and dug his hands into long hair. Slowly, they moved backwards towards the bed, shedding Éomer's clothes as they went until they fell on it and Théo straddled Éomer's naked hips. He wrapped his long, sword callused fingers around Éomer's impressive erection and worked him slowly.
"What do you like to do?" He asked, knowing fine well that the boy had little experience in the ways of men. There were none who would touch him without Théo's permission, and none were foolhardy enough to ask.
"Anything ... everything." Éomer didn't want his cousin thinking he knew nothing.
"Do you take? Or do you like to be taken?" Théo ran his thumb over the weeping slit of the cock in his hand and Mer gasped.
"Take, taken, both." He stuttered out, his concentration becoming hard to hold onto.
"Ah." Théo was just about to congratulate Éomer on his versatility when there was a knock at the door and he growled with frustration.
"My lord?" Theo recognised the voice of one of Brand's men.
"Yes?" He replied, one curt word expressing his displeasure at being disturbed.
"Sorrel is about to foal, my lord ..." The rider tailed off.
Théo rolled his eyes at such bad timing and his hand tightened around Mer's hard flesh. He was oblivious to the young man's almost silent pleas to stop as Mer tried desperately to keep from coming.
"Yes, yes, tell Brand ..." Théo let out an exasperated gasp as his hand was suddenly coated with Mer's seed and he stared down at it as Mer tried not to moan and failed, groaning loudly.
"My lord?"
"Go!! I will be with him shortly!" Théo yelled, glad to hear footsteps retreating fast from the door, and he looked down at the panting boy beneath him. "You have made a mess of my furs." He chided gently, amusement sparking in his eyes.
"Sorry." Mer's brow furrowed, not quite sure if Theo was being serious.
"Come, we will finish this later." Théo kissed him roughly and pulled him to his feet, throwing his clothes at him and dressing quickly himself.
After a tense hour spent in the barn as the mare foaled, Théo grinned as the colt wobbled to it's feet for the first time, unsteady as it's mother continued to lick it clean and encouraged it to find her milk. Once he had cleaned up himself, Théo wrapped his arm around Mer's shoulders, tightening his hold as the newborn began to suckle. He had chosen Sorrel carefully and seen her mated to his best stallion and it was satisfying to see their resulting offspring.
"What will you name him?" Brand asked.
"I think Éomer should name him." Théo said, taking his arm away and squatting down closer to the nameless colt.
"Me?" There was surprise in Éomer's voice at being asked to make such an important decision.
"Yes." Théo looked up at him. "What should I call him?"
Éomer's face was grave as he considered what would be a good name for a horse that his cousin was destined to train and ride.
"I would call him Brego."
Théo nodded slowly and got to his feet.
"That is a fine name with a fine history behind it. Brego it is!"
Brand and the other riders who had gathered to see the new colt agreed, and they piled out of the stable into the night. The air was cooler now, and they headed towards a tavern where the last of the mid summer revellers were still celebrating. Théo and Éomer emerged last and when Théo turned in the direction of the Golden Hall instead of the tavern, Brand called out to him.
"Will you not join us in a drink to celebrate the birth?"
Théo grinned at his lifelong friend and inclined his head towards him. "I have had my fill of drink tonight. Other pleasures call."
Brand shrugged and smiled knowingly, watching him leave and Éomer follow before he joined the rest of his companions to drink the night away.
Their bodies wrapped around each other, a tangle of tanned limbs as Théo plundered his young cousin’s mouth with abandon, taking each groan and whimper from his lips. He turned Éomer over to lie on his stomach and kissed his shoulder.
Trailing fingertips across his back, Théo brushed the long hair out of his way and slowly slid his tongue down Éomer's spine, grinning as the young man arched and shivered beneath him. His tongue went further, one slow, smooth glide to the top of Mer’s inviting crack. His hands massaged the rounded buttocks and gently eased them open, exposing the small pucker hidden between them.
The predator in Théo howled in triumph and his grin turned into a smirk as he lowered his face and ran his tongue over the ring of muscle for the first time. The startled cry was expected and he pulled back just enough so that his breath would still be felt over the downy globes he held in his hands.
“You like that?” Théo asked and repeated his actions, getting his answer in the form of a fractured moan. “I’ll take it that’s a yes.”
Théo tortured his cousin with his tongue and slowly worked him open with his fingers until sweat pooled at the base of his spine. Théo lapped at it and turned him over onto his back, coaxing Eomer's legs up onto his shoulders.
"Go slow?" Éomer pleaded.
Théo reached out for the oil he kept by his bedside and and smeared it around Éomer's still tight hole, making him jump then he thrust forward just enough for the head of his cock to breech his new lover, sighing as he was gripped by the heat.
Éomer's head snapped back and he cried out as Théo entered him.
"It hurts." He panted. "Does it always hurt?"
"A little, so I have been told. But that is part of it. Now relax, I want you to always remember this."
Éomer strove to do as Théo said, part of his brain filing away the fact that Théo had never been taken.
"So no matter who you are with, I will always be there."
Éomer's eyes widened and he gasped and moaned, body arching up to meet Théo's, hands pulling him closer, and Théo marvelled at his responsiveness, losing himself in the slip and glide of their bodies, delighting in the way Éomer was holding nothing back. Braced on Théo's shoulders, the tendons and muscles in Éomer's legs stretched to their limits as Théo's cock filled him and Théo pressed him further into the bed and stole kisses as he fucked him. Éomer's feet moved, flexing and bending in reaction to every thrust. They raked against a spot inside him that made him whimper it felt so good and his toes curled as his body tightened. He pulled back, gasping.
"So close, I cannot ..."
Théo kissed his ear and rested his forehead on Éomer's and smiled.
"Let go." He bit down softly on Éomer's lip and tilted his hips, slamming in harder, wanting to push him over the edge.
With a strangled cry, Éomer clenched his hands in Théo's hair. His body spasmed as he came, over and over, and Théo joined him, caught up in the lust that slammed into him at the sight of the beautiful man in his bed giving himself up so completely. As his senses began to clear, he kissed Éomer until the younger man's breathing evened out and he looked back at Théo and smiled shakily. Sweat soaked and still bathing in the glow that really good coupling always results in, Théo reluctantly slipped from Éomer and wrapped himself around his cousin.
"Sleep." Théo growled softly in his ear, and Éomer obeyed, wishing as he snuggled closer that they could stay like this always.
It would take a long time for Théo to admit it, but he fell asleep thinking the same thing.
THE END
Author: Uisgich
Pairing: Théodred/Éomer
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, I'm just playing with them for a while.
Warnings: CRACKFIC!! (I'm blaming jet lag) And Éomer is young. How young, you decide for yourself :)
Notes: Written for
seleneheart's birthday, and brought to mind by something she once said. To appreciate it most, you need to have seen the first episode of Queer as Folk, either the US or UK version. Apologies to Russell T Davies.The heat of mid summer had mellowed into a warm evening and all of Edoras had joined in the celebrations of the longest day of the year. The folk of the city had feasted and played games and danced and as dusk had eventually crept up on the revellers, some slipped away, eager to take advantage of the warm night.
Théodred spent the night dancing in the arms of one girl or another and flirting with several young riders in between dances, planning on who would share his bed and hadn't really noticed Éomer's absence until he arrived late. Théo's was not the only gaze that followed his cousin as he walked towards the makeshift dance floor, all eyes drawn by the young man's obvious attempts to be noticed. His tight breeches, soft unlaced tunic and hair that shone like spun silk had enhanced his already attractive form, and Théo wondered if Éomer realised that he could have dressed in sackcloth and still have received as much attention. Their gaze met and the look of hunger mixed with nervous uncertainty in those warm hazel eyes had Théo wanting him, no matter what the complications were. Having tired of all his usual partners, Théo was glad to give Éomer as much attention as he needed.
He walked casually round to where Éomer stood, looking him up and down appreciatively and he smiled as if he were simply greeting a kinsman.
"Where are you headed?" Théo asked conversationally. He'd noticed a group of Éomer's friends standing at one side of the open space and several groups of girls who seemed keen to get to know him better, if they hadn't already.
"No where special." Éomer shrugged, trying to feign indifference at having caught Théo's eye when the way Théo was making him feel just by looking at him was making his heart race.
"I can change that." Théo whispered in Éomer's ear, making his intentions clear and brushing his hand almost accidentally over Éomer's hip as he walked off towards the Golden Hall. After a moment's hesitation, Éomer followed, his neck still tingling where Théo's breath had ghosted over it. Neither of them saw Théo's best friend, Brand, shake is head as he watched them leave and head off in search of more ale.
When they reached his room, Théo held the door open for Mer to walk through then closed it behind him, turning the key in the lock. The warmth of the night and the dancing had left him hot, sweaty so he pulled off his light cotton tunic revealing a well muscled torso, the hair on his chest a darker shade than the blonde hair that cascaded halfway down his back. Théo picked up the jug of clean washing water on his nightstand and poured it's contents over his head, gasping as the cold water met his heated skin and ran down it in little rivulets. His nipples immediately hardened to tight little nubs and he shook his head, droplets scattering from his hair as it moved.
Théo unlaced his breeches, looking at Éomer as he did so, and eased them down over his hips, toeing off the soft boots he'd been wearing to dance in as he did so. As he stood naked in the middle of the room, his cock stood proud from a wiry thatch of hair and he held his arms out from his sides, arrogantly displaying himself for the younger man's curious eyes.
"So are you coming or going ..." Théo asked, his voice husky. "... or coming, then going ..."
Éomer stared at him, his mouth suddenly dry, unable to speak.
"... or coming and staying?" Théo continued.
Éomer gulped and slipped off his leather waistcoat, walking slowly towards Théo and into his arms. Théo kissed his neck and Éomer sighed at the feel of warm wet skin under his fingers. Their first kisses were open mouthed, savouring the taste of each other as Théo undid Éomer's breeches and then his cock was in Théo's hand and he gasped as it jerked in the firm grasp. Théo fell upon his mouth, devouring it as Éomer bucked against him and dug his hands into long hair. Slowly, they moved backwards towards the bed, shedding Éomer's clothes as they went until they fell on it and Théo straddled Éomer's naked hips. He wrapped his long, sword callused fingers around Éomer's impressive erection and worked him slowly.
"What do you like to do?" He asked, knowing fine well that the boy had little experience in the ways of men. There were none who would touch him without Théo's permission, and none were foolhardy enough to ask.
"Anything ... everything." Éomer didn't want his cousin thinking he knew nothing.
"Do you take? Or do you like to be taken?" Théo ran his thumb over the weeping slit of the cock in his hand and Mer gasped.
"Take, taken, both." He stuttered out, his concentration becoming hard to hold onto.
"Ah." Théo was just about to congratulate Éomer on his versatility when there was a knock at the door and he growled with frustration.
"My lord?" Theo recognised the voice of one of Brand's men.
"Yes?" He replied, one curt word expressing his displeasure at being disturbed.
"Sorrel is about to foal, my lord ..." The rider tailed off.
Théo rolled his eyes at such bad timing and his hand tightened around Mer's hard flesh. He was oblivious to the young man's almost silent pleas to stop as Mer tried desperately to keep from coming.
"Yes, yes, tell Brand ..." Théo let out an exasperated gasp as his hand was suddenly coated with Mer's seed and he stared down at it as Mer tried not to moan and failed, groaning loudly.
"My lord?"
"Go!! I will be with him shortly!" Théo yelled, glad to hear footsteps retreating fast from the door, and he looked down at the panting boy beneath him. "You have made a mess of my furs." He chided gently, amusement sparking in his eyes.
"Sorry." Mer's brow furrowed, not quite sure if Theo was being serious.
"Come, we will finish this later." Théo kissed him roughly and pulled him to his feet, throwing his clothes at him and dressing quickly himself.
After a tense hour spent in the barn as the mare foaled, Théo grinned as the colt wobbled to it's feet for the first time, unsteady as it's mother continued to lick it clean and encouraged it to find her milk. Once he had cleaned up himself, Théo wrapped his arm around Mer's shoulders, tightening his hold as the newborn began to suckle. He had chosen Sorrel carefully and seen her mated to his best stallion and it was satisfying to see their resulting offspring.
"What will you name him?" Brand asked.
"I think Éomer should name him." Théo said, taking his arm away and squatting down closer to the nameless colt.
"Me?" There was surprise in Éomer's voice at being asked to make such an important decision.
"Yes." Théo looked up at him. "What should I call him?"
Éomer's face was grave as he considered what would be a good name for a horse that his cousin was destined to train and ride.
"I would call him Brego."
Théo nodded slowly and got to his feet.
"That is a fine name with a fine history behind it. Brego it is!"
Brand and the other riders who had gathered to see the new colt agreed, and they piled out of the stable into the night. The air was cooler now, and they headed towards a tavern where the last of the mid summer revellers were still celebrating. Théo and Éomer emerged last and when Théo turned in the direction of the Golden Hall instead of the tavern, Brand called out to him.
"Will you not join us in a drink to celebrate the birth?"
Théo grinned at his lifelong friend and inclined his head towards him. "I have had my fill of drink tonight. Other pleasures call."
Brand shrugged and smiled knowingly, watching him leave and Éomer follow before he joined the rest of his companions to drink the night away.
Their bodies wrapped around each other, a tangle of tanned limbs as Théo plundered his young cousin’s mouth with abandon, taking each groan and whimper from his lips. He turned Éomer over to lie on his stomach and kissed his shoulder.
Trailing fingertips across his back, Théo brushed the long hair out of his way and slowly slid his tongue down Éomer's spine, grinning as the young man arched and shivered beneath him. His tongue went further, one slow, smooth glide to the top of Mer’s inviting crack. His hands massaged the rounded buttocks and gently eased them open, exposing the small pucker hidden between them.
The predator in Théo howled in triumph and his grin turned into a smirk as he lowered his face and ran his tongue over the ring of muscle for the first time. The startled cry was expected and he pulled back just enough so that his breath would still be felt over the downy globes he held in his hands.
“You like that?” Théo asked and repeated his actions, getting his answer in the form of a fractured moan. “I’ll take it that’s a yes.”
Théo tortured his cousin with his tongue and slowly worked him open with his fingers until sweat pooled at the base of his spine. Théo lapped at it and turned him over onto his back, coaxing Eomer's legs up onto his shoulders.
"Go slow?" Éomer pleaded.
Théo reached out for the oil he kept by his bedside and and smeared it around Éomer's still tight hole, making him jump then he thrust forward just enough for the head of his cock to breech his new lover, sighing as he was gripped by the heat.
Éomer's head snapped back and he cried out as Théo entered him.
"It hurts." He panted. "Does it always hurt?"
"A little, so I have been told. But that is part of it. Now relax, I want you to always remember this."
Éomer strove to do as Théo said, part of his brain filing away the fact that Théo had never been taken.
"So no matter who you are with, I will always be there."
Éomer's eyes widened and he gasped and moaned, body arching up to meet Théo's, hands pulling him closer, and Théo marvelled at his responsiveness, losing himself in the slip and glide of their bodies, delighting in the way Éomer was holding nothing back. Braced on Théo's shoulders, the tendons and muscles in Éomer's legs stretched to their limits as Théo's cock filled him and Théo pressed him further into the bed and stole kisses as he fucked him. Éomer's feet moved, flexing and bending in reaction to every thrust. They raked against a spot inside him that made him whimper it felt so good and his toes curled as his body tightened. He pulled back, gasping.
"So close, I cannot ..."
Théo kissed his ear and rested his forehead on Éomer's and smiled.
"Let go." He bit down softly on Éomer's lip and tilted his hips, slamming in harder, wanting to push him over the edge.
With a strangled cry, Éomer clenched his hands in Théo's hair. His body spasmed as he came, over and over, and Théo joined him, caught up in the lust that slammed into him at the sight of the beautiful man in his bed giving himself up so completely. As his senses began to clear, he kissed Éomer until the younger man's breathing evened out and he looked back at Théo and smiled shakily. Sweat soaked and still bathing in the glow that really good coupling always results in, Théo reluctantly slipped from Éomer and wrapped himself around his cousin.
"Sleep." Théo growled softly in his ear, and Éomer obeyed, wishing as he snuggled closer that they could stay like this always.
It would take a long time for Théo to admit it, but he fell asleep thinking the same thing.
THE END
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