Title & Chapter Number: Aragorn's Bath 1/1
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Of Elves and Men
Fandom: Middle Earth
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These are not my characters and i do not profit from their use.
Special Warnings: Slash
Betas: Mayetra
Cast: Haldir and Aragorn
Timeline: Sometime before LOTR
Spoilers: None
Summary: Aragorn really needs a bath.
Notes: Saw two words jotted in my notebook: bathing Aragorn
"Aragorn, I adore you, you know that, but frankly, you reek. I have smelled horses that smell better than. YOUR horse smells better than you. There are even Orcs who smell better than you."
Haldir wrinkled up his nose and stepped out of the man’s embrace. He was, as usual, well groomed and clean enough to eat off of. Aragorn snorted.
"I don’t stand around here in the trees all day and try to scare people. I’m out in the real world. We have heat and cold out there and dirt too, not Lady Galadriel’s forever-always-comfortable Lorien." Aragorn smiled at his friend. "So? When do I get my bath?"
Haldir leaned over and kissed him, making sure to just touch the man’s lips and nothing else. "They are not dirty, are they?" He asked.
"My lips? I don’t think I’ve kissed any Orcs today." He kissed the elf again and wrapped his arms around him. Haldir seemed to completely forget how dirty Aragorn was as he leaned into the kiss and pressed his body against the dirty and torn clothing of the man. He opened his mouth and let Aragorn’s tongue slip between his lips. Aragorn thought he’d never tasted anyone who was more delicious than Haldir.
"Come with me," the elf said as he reluctantly pulled away from the kiss. "My Lord has said we could use his private bath, though I am sure it will never come clean after having you in it." Haldir kissed the grimy cheek of the man and turned toward Lord Celeborn’s talan. Aragorn followed with a smile on his face.
Celeborn’s private bath was a hot spring that had been enclosed within a large wooden room. It had been damned up and the water run into a steamy bathing pool. Haldir poured some bath oil into the pool and began to disrobe. Aragorn watched as the elf’s cloak and tunic came off. He admired the long lean body of the Lorien guardian. Haldir looked at him and smiled as he began to work the lacings on his soft grey suede leggings. Aragorn couldn’t help, but see the lust in the elf’s deep blue eyes, but his attention was soon diverted down, down to blond curls and the erection that stood proud and ready as soon as it was freed from its confines. He was always amazed at the sleek, smooth bodies of elves. And was more than amazed at this one right now.
"Now your clothing, my filthy friend." Haldir raised an eyebrow at the man and smiled wickedly. Aragorn yanked his dirt encrusted shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. He watched Haldir’s eyes. He saw heat flare in them. He dropped his pants and stepped out of them.
Haldir’s mouth went dry at the sight of Aragorn. Elves and men were much alike and much different. It was the difference that made his heart pound. Aragorn was broad and his chest had hair that trailed down his belly to where it was thick and dark. The dark hair on his arms and legs made Haldir’s hands itch to touch.
Haldir found the bottle of Sandalwood to add a few drops to the bath. He and Lord Celeborn smell alike, thought Aragorn, smiling to himself as he waited for Haldir to help him into the pool. How interesting. Haldir found the soap and got into the pool. There were benches around the edges of the little pool so one could sit and still be in the water. Aragorn was sitting on one, but Haldir pulled him out into the deeper water. Aragorn sat down in the soothing warm water. He let the heat roll over him relaxing his stiff muscles as Haldir turned him around so he could rub his shoulders.
"You do that so well. I could sit here forever."
He winced when Haldir bit his shoulder from behind, not really a wince of pain, but more one of surprise. Warm strong hands rubbed his shoulders and down his spine as a warm tongue teased his ear.
"If we don’t get you clean soon, I’m going to drown you." Haldir laughed, a deep throaty chuckle that ran along Aragorn’s nerves electricity.
"Why would you do that?"
"You are not only dirty, you are also annoying me."
Aragorn laughed. Haldir began to bathe him in earnest. He soaped his back and shoulders, then moved around to soap up his chest. Haldir liked the feel of the coarse hair as he ran his hands over the man’s hard chest. Years of wielding a sword had made him muscular, and years of fighting had left him scarred. Both of these were exciting to the elf, who began to rub his hands lower, down the man’s flat belly and lower still. He lifted a long leg, and after he had bathed it and lowered it back to the water, then lifted the other, he smiled at Aragorn.
"Longshanks… I can see why they call you that. Was the person who named you that sitting naked in a tub with you like I am?" The elf teased as he ran his tongue along a wet thigh. He finally slipped a soapy hand up that same thigh and cupped the human’s balls in his hand. He bit the thigh gently and ran his hand up to stroke Aragorn’s cock.
Aragorn was so attuned to the hand that he was surprised when Haldir shoved him under the water. He came up sputtering and gasping.
"Why did you do that?"
"We have to get you all clean."
"Why? We’ll just have to bathe me again."
"Cause I only take clean humans."
"Thinking to ‘take’ me, are you?"
"Oh yes," Haldir replied as he moved close enough to kiss Aragorn. "Is that what you want?" His voice was very low and sultry.
The man didn’t say anything for a moment as he looked at Haldir. He finally nodded. The elf said nothing at all, just pulled the man back into his arms and kissed him, their slippery wet bodies touching from their knees to their mouths. Haldir slid his slippery hand between them and took both his and Aragorn’s cock in his hand.
Aragorn grunted as both he and the elf thrust into the elf’s hand. Haldir’s kisses mimicked his thrusts and his breathing was becoming ragged.
"Where do you want me?"
"Lean on the bench." Aragorn got on his knees in front of the bench in the water. He leaned his elbows in the bench. Haldir moved behind him, kissing his back and the pale cheeks of his ass. He licked the small tight opening then slipped a long finger inside. He searched and found what he was hunting, rubbing his finger over it and smiling as Aragorn jerked and swore in the common tongue. Haldir inserted another finger and whispered to the man in his own language. As he did this, he pressed himself against Aragorn’s muscular ass.
"Stop playing, elf, and take me now." Aragorn ground out as he endured Haldir’s teasing.
"Perhaps you will make a good king someday, Aragorn, son of Arathorn, you surely know how to give orders. I am not very good at taking them. I am, however, desperate to sheathe myself inside you, so I will do as you say."
"Haldir?" The man ground out.
"Yes?" The elf’s composure was beginning to slip too as he finally pressed the slippery head of his penis against the small opening.
"Shut up and finish my … bath." The last word caught in his throat as the elf slid his entire cock inside in one long stroke. Aragorn stopped talking. So did Haldir. The only sounds were the sighs and grunts of the two of them and the splashing of the bath water for quite awhile. Then Aragorn said Haldir’s name as the elf grunted hard and rammed deep inside him, where he stayed until he had spent himself inside the future king of men.
~*~*~*~
Celeborn welcomed Aragorn to his table, noticing that the man smelled of sandalwood. He looked over at his March-warden and smiled wickedly. Haldir surely did love a nice bath.
~end~
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