tolkien_slashy_swaps | FIC: Husbandry, Faramir/Eomer

Title: Husbandry
Author: Tena
Pairing: Eomer/Faramir, Gamling/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These characters are property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No money is being made and these characters will be returned unharmed when I am through with them.
Warning: M/M sex consensual
Written for Slashy Santa 2007. Original request: Eomer/Faramir and horses. No character death and no non-con
Author’s note: I hope the requestor enjoys this. I enjoyed writing it.
Summary: Faramir is sent to check on some new horses for the Gondorian army. Eomer teaches him about equine husbandry and more.

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Faramir sat atop his horse looking at Edoras and the Golden Hall of Meduseld. He could not think for the life of him why he was the one sent to acquire horses for the army. There were certainly those more qualified than he, but it was the duty given to him so he would carry it out to the best of his ability. He hoped the Horselords of Rohan would assist him and not think him an idiot with regards to his knowledge of horses. Faramir loved the creatures, but past riding them, there was not much he knew about picking out the best. Then, of course, he would have to negotiate a deal for them. Gondor and Rohan were not on the best of terms, and he hoped he did not make matters worse. Faramir led the other guards with him in Edoras, and after speaking with the Rohan guards, they were escorted into the city.

Eomer slammed the door to his office, causing Gamling to jump.

“Problem, Eomer?”

Eomer grunted in response.

“What is it?” Gamling leaned back in his chair. He often found it amusing when Eomer got upset. It was easy to set the young captain off, and it was usually not as big a problem as Eomer made it out to be.

“I have to play host to the guards from Gondor. They are here to acquire horses for their soldiers,” he sat down hard in his chair.

Gamling grinned, as he thought it really wasn’t a difficult task, he just knew Eomer hated playing host to anyone. “Well, that shouldn’t be too bad. Show them around, show them the horses, get them drunk, and then negotiate,” he chuckled.

Eomer shook his head. “This is Theodred’s job. I am not good at diplomacy of any kind. When he gets back from this extra patrol, I am going to kick his arse.”

“This is not a matter of state, Eomer, its just horse-trading. You’ll be fine,” a young guard came to inform them the Gondorian guards were arriving. “Come on, I will go with you.”

Eomer sighed, and left the office with Gamling in tow. The riders were at the stables dismounting, stable hands were taking their mounts into the stable. A guard motioned for Faramir and his party to follow him, and he stopped when Eomer was close.

“Captain, this is Captain Faramir, son of Denethor. Captain Faramir, this is Captain Eomer, son of Eomund and Third Marshall of the Riddermark. And, this is Captain Gamling.” The guard bowed slightly, leaving the captains staring at each other.

Eomer was struck by Faramir. He could see the pride the Gondorian carried, but also the nervousness he was trying very hard to hide, but Eomer was still unhappy to be playing sitter to the visitors. He knew of Denethor and did not care for the Steward. Now, he wondered why the son of the steward was the one sent to do this.

“Welcome to Edoras,” they greeted each other as custom. “We’ll show you to your quarters, and later someone will come and get you for the evening meal,” Eomer motioned them to the barracks.

Faramir walked with Eomer, followed by two of Faramir’s men, and Gamling walked with the youngest of Faramir’s men. He had appraised the situation noticing Faramir and the guard he was walking next to wore no rings of marriage, the other two guards did. Gamling knew by the way Eomer looked at Faramir, that his captain had made his claim. Gamling was happy to work his charms on the youngest guard.

“Is this your first journey out of Minas Tirith?”

The young guard nodded. “Yes, I just joined the guard and Captain Faramir thought this would make a good experience for me.”

“My name is Gamling.”

“I am Rand,” the young man smiled.

Eomer grinned when he looked back, hearing Gamling talking to the young guard. His friend wasted no time.

They entered the barracks and walked down the long hallway. “I hope you will be comfortable here.”

Faramir was impressed with the respect Eomer garnered from all the past them. “We will be quite comfortable, I am sure. I thank you for your hospitality.”

“You are very welcome. The baths are at the end of the hall; there are towels, soap and anything else you might need there. If there is anything else you wish, just ask,” Eomer opened Faramir’s door and Gamling motioned for the others to enter the next room.

“Well, that wasn’t so bad now was it?” Gamling slapped Eomer on the back.

“No, not too bad. Faramir seems nice,” he mumbled.

“He does indeed. He’s not bad on the eyes either,” Gamling chuckled. “That Rand is rather nice too.”

“Yes, you wasted no time getting to know him better,” Eomer grinned.

“Well, all in the name of better relations with Gondor. It is my duty to make him welcome…I mean them welcome, right?”

“I have a feeling you plan to make young Rand feel very welcome,” Eomer sat at his desk.

“Oh, I do and if you are smart, you will make Faramir feel very welcome as well.” Gamling laughed at Eomer’s blush.

After enjoying dinner, Rand and Faramir joined Eomer and Gamling for some drinks at a local establishment. Faramir was trying to keep an eye on the young guard with him, but Rand seemed to be handling things just fine. Faramir had a chance to observe Eomer a little closer while the Rohirrim captain had his inhibitions lowered. Eomer was laughing with his men and truly enjoying himself. Faramir was becoming more attracted by the moment. He had noticed lingering eyes on him from Eomer, and he was pretty sure the captain was flirting, but he would not take the chance of insulting Eomer by making an unwanted pass.

Eomer was feeling a little frustrated by Faramir. He could not decide if the captain from Gondor was interested in him or not. Finally, he decided on a course of action. He would wait until tomorrow to act, but tonight he would just flirt. Gamling had Rand deep in conversation, and Faramir was listening to another conversation near them. Eomer drained his mug and ordered two more. He pushed one to Faramir.

“Have another, we don’t need to get started too early in the morning.”

Faramir smiled and nodded. “It will be good to just relax a little. I feel like I never get the chance to do this. Just sit back and enjoy those around me.”

“I make it a point to enjoy everyone around me,” Eomer leaned forward. “Even those from Gondor.”

Faramir laughed. “Well, I feel truly honored then.”

“Tell me how things are in Gondor.”

“Things are well for now,” he hesitated, unsure if he should say what his true feelings were. “I sometimes feel there is a darkness getting closer,” he sat quiet for a moment and the shrugged. “Don’t listen to me. I get a bit morbid at times.”

Eomer regarded him closely, for he himself felt the same darkness that Faramir described. “We never know what will happen from one day to the next. So, we must enjoy the time we have now,” Eomer lifted his mug, tapping Faramir’s. Gamling and Rand disappeared while the captains were talking, and when Faramir felt it was time to turn in he questioned Eomer.

“Should I worry about Rand?”

“Nay, Gamling will make sure he gets back safely,” he grinned as they came to Faramir’s door. “Good night, Faramir. I look forward to showing you the horses tomorrow.”

“Good night, Eomer. Thank you again for your hospitality; I truly enjoyed myself.” Faramir stared at Eomer’s lips, trying to will them to meet his. Eomer stared as well, his eyes glassy and his pants far too tight for his liking. He leaned closer, almost touching Faramir, then suddenly realizing what he was about to do, he straightened up.

Clearing his throat, Eomer could not look at Faramir. “Well, good night.”

“Good night,” Faramir whispered as he watched Eomer walk quickly down the hall. He walked into his room, scratching his chin. ‘What happened,’ he wondered. ‘I thought for sure he was going to kiss me.’ Faramir shrugged and went to bed. He could not sleep, picturing Eomer’s beautiful green eyes. He took his cock in hand and stroked himself to completion; finally finding some rest after his tension was eased.

Eomer walked to his room, frustrated and embarrassed. ‘Why didn’t I kiss him? He obviously wanted me too. Mer, you idiot; you were so close. Tomorrow, definitely tomorrow,’ he thought to himself as he undressed and climbed into bed. He found sleep difficult as he pictured Faramir’s eyes, smile and those beautiful lips. He slipped his hand to his hard cock, and groaned as he stroked. After a few minutes he found release, moaning Faramir’s name.

The next morning, Eomer felt awful. His head pounded and he still felt silly for not kissing Faramir. Now, how would he face him? He decided to grab some coffee and took a cup to Faramir, hoping it would be easier after he saw him. When Eomer walked out in the hallway, he glanced at Gamling’s door when he heard moans coming from inside. Hearing cries of passion, Eomer shook his head, ‘that could have been me and Faramir.’

Eomer knocked tentatively on Faramir’s door. It opened and he smiled when Faramir greeted him with a bright smile. “Good morning, Faramir. I thought you might need this,” he handed him the cup of coffee.

“You read my mind. My head has felt better. Come in.”

Eomer sat at the table while Faramir put on his boots. “How did you sleep?”

Faramir walked to the table and took his cup, sipping it carefully. “It took me a little while to get to sleep, but then I slept very soundly.”

“Good, well are you ready to eat?” When Faramir nodded, they walked to the dining hall. “I think I should see if Rand wants breakfast,” Faramir slowed his stride.

Eomer grinned. “I don’t think he is quite ready for breakfast yet,” Eomer blushed slightly. When Faramir gave him a questioning look he answered. “He is with Gamling and by the way they sounded, breakfast is the last thing on their minds,” Faramir chuckled. “Come on, I’m starving.” Eomer pulled on his arm.

Later in the morning, Faramir and Eomer rode out to the grazing areas where the horses had been let out for the day to sun themselves, eat and hopefully mate. There were many mares and several males in the field, one of them being Eomer’s horse. When Eomer’s horse saw him approaching, he walked to his owner.

Eomer smiled as Firefoot came to him. “Hello there, fella, miss me?” He turned to Faramir who had come down from his horse and was watching him. “This is my horse, Firefoot. We are hoping he will mate with one of these mares,” he turned his attention to Firefoot who had been standing away from the rest of the horses when they approached. “What’s the matter, none of these lovelies appeal to you?”

When Faramir came closer, pulling Willow with him, Firefoot’s head came up and his ears turned forward. He snorted and stomped his hoof. Willow whinnied in return, pushing Faramir aside and coming nose to nose with Firefoot. Eomer chuckled. “I think your mare has peaked his interest,” Eomer looked at Faramir, who stood rather stunned.

“She has never acted like that before. She is too young,” Faramir pulled on her reins, but Willow jerked them out of his hand and followed Firefoot a few feet away.

Eomer was laughing at Faramir’s face. He looked horrified. Eomer finally calmed himself. “How old is she, Faramir?”

“She is almost three,” he watched as the horse sniffed each other.

“She is not too young then. She is a beautiful bay mare, my friend. Would you be willing to let them mate? I would happily gift you with another horse for your trip home, and return her to you after she gives birth. I think they would have a beautiful foal. They seem to like each other,” Eomer grinned. He thought Faramir’s mare was beautiful when he first saw her at the stables.

Faramir looked at Eomer and realized he was serious. “Well, I…I don’t know. What if it doesn’t work?”

“It’s not a one shot thing, Faramir,” Eomer grinned. “It can take several tries. What do you think?”

Faramir watch the horses; they did look very happy with each other, and very interested. He chuckled and shook his head. “I have a feeling I will not be very popular if I tried to separate them. But, if we leave her here won’t the other males try to get to her?”

“Firefoot is the lead horse, so the others probably would not challenge him, but just to be safe we’ll take them back with us and put them in the stable together.”

Eomer took a lead rope and put it around Firefoot. When he took Willow’s reins, Firefoot followed without hesitation. They rode back to the stables and put the horses in a large stall in the stables. Once the saddle was off Willow, Firefoot did not hesitate and mounted the mare. Eomer, being so used to seeing horses mate was unfazed, but Faramir began to shuffle his feet and look anywhere but the horses. It took all of Eomer’s strength not to laugh, so he took pity on Faramir and offered him a way out. “Care for a drink? I don’t think they need our help.”

Faramir nodded, clearly relieved, and followed Eomer out of the stables. They sat in Eomer’s room, this time with a bottle of wine and sharing their lunch. “Tell me about Minas Tirith. I only know what I have been told and after meeting you, I do not trust all of it. I would rather hear it from you.”

Faramir smiled thinking of home. The white city is beautiful, and the people are very friendly,” he leaned forward. “You would love it, I think. I know there are tensions between our lands, but I think it is mostly due to the unknown and bad news travels faster than good. Rohan and your people are nothing like what I was told. Our lives and duties are very similar. The difference is I live in a city and you in the country. Our people want the same things, to live in safety, peace and happiness with their families.”

Eomer loved hearing Faramir talk of their lives. He was right; his ideas of Gondor were based on hearsay, not personal experience. Faramir took a drink and licked his lips, causing Eomer to catch his breath. Faramir saw Eomer’s reaction. “There is one difference…you are more comfortable around amorous horses than I am.”

Eomer threw his head back and laughed. “Your discomfort was very obvious.”

“I just thought they might want some privacy. I am not that public with my affections. Now, my brother Boromir, he could care less where he is or who is watching,” Faramir blushed, blaming the wine for his loose tongue.

Eomer regarded him for a moment. “Perhaps there is a way we can improve the relations between Gondor and Rohan.”

“I’m all for that. What did you have in mind?” Faramir winked.

Eomer’s brows rose at Faramir’s question. “Well, already our horses have put aside any issues; maybe we could do the same?” Eomer stood and walked to Faramir’s side of the table.

Faramir felt dizzy with desire, watching this gorgeous man coming closer. He stood, looking in Eomer’s eyes. “All in the name of improving relations,” he leaned closer, capturing Eomer’s lips with his own.

Soon they were a whirlwind of kissing; clawing at each other’s clothing, and stumbling to Eomer’s bed. Eomer was used to being the dominate one, but he did not want to assume anything. “Faramir, do you want or …”he fumbled for the right words.

Faramir wanted Eomer and wanted him inside. He reached for the oil next to the bed and pressed in into Eomer’s hand. “Want you…inside…now, please,” he pulled Eomer’s head down and sucked in his bottom lip, biting it softly. “Now, Eomer or I may explode.”

Faramir’s need overwhelmed him and Eomer opened the bottle, quickly pouring it onto Faramir and letting it drip between his legs, past his bollocks and then he swiped it, rubbing Faramir’s puckered entrance. Faramir tensed but with Eomer’s careful prodding, he relaxed taking the first digit, then two more. He was bucking against Eomer’s fingers as his prostrate was stimulated. Eomer thought he would come then and there seeing Faramir lost in passion. He quickly oiled himself and rolled Faramir to his stomach and pulled him to his knees.

Slowly, he slid into Faramir, not stopping until he was full seeded. Faramir’s entrance squeezed his erection tightly. Neither could breathe. Eomer rubbed Faramir’s sides and kissed his back until he felt to red-head relax some. Then he began to thrust.

“Faramir, you are tight…so tight…so hot” he panted.

“So good, Eomer…you feel…so good. Don’t stop, please, don’t stop,” Faramir moaned, and then bucked wildly as Eomer had dead aim on his prostrate.

Eomer knew they were both close. He grabbed Faramir’s hips and thrust rapidly. Faramir took his own erection and in only three strokes, cried loudly as he spilled his seed onto the bed below.

Eomer felt Faramir’s release and his passage clamped down on his own erection like a vice. “Ugh, Faramir…” he choked out as he emptied is release into Faramir’s pulsing channel.

Eomer carefully pulled out of Faramir as they both collapsed on the bed. Eomer spooned behind Faramir. “Did I hurt you? Are you alright?”

Faramir chuckled. “I think I will not need Willow for a few days. I do not think I will be up for riding soon,” he shook his head.

Eomer laughed and kissed Faramir’s shoulder. “Let’s rest for a while. Then we will do check on our diplomats in the stable,” he pulled the sheets over them, both exhausted and sated, they fell asleep quickly.

The next two weeks were spent the same way. Faramir, with Eomer’s help, had selected 20 horses to take back to Gondor. His party was readying to leave. Gamling had all but begged Rand to stay in Edoras, but the young man wanted to return home to his family. Faramir had asked Eomer to bring Gamling with him when he came to visit.

The two captains were in the stable with Firefoot and Willow. Faramir stroked Willow’s neck. “Eomer, if this works out and she is pregnant, why don’t you keep her. Firefoot seems rather taken with her. Just bring one of their foals to me. How about that?”

Eomer was surprised. “Are you sure, Faramir? She is your horse.”

“She is Firefoot’s horse now. I am sure. The horse you gave me is gorgeous. I am sure he will make many fine foals for us,” he kissed Eomer softly. “I cannot wait to see you again and show you Minas Tirith. Thank you, Eomer, for everything.”

Eomer hugged Faramir and nuzzled his neck. “I will miss you, but if these two have done their job well, in a few years time I should be able to come to Gondor and bring one of their foals to you.” They kissed again, neither wanting to leave. Finally, they broke apart and walked where the party was waiting. Eomer and a few guards rode with the Gondorian party to the borders, helping keep the horses together. At the border, they said there farewells, promising to see each other soon.

Five years later, Faramir smiled at the mare nudging his shoulder. “I think Firelight is a fine name, Eomer,” he smiled over his shoulder as Eomer hugged him from behind. “Thank you!”

“Willow is due again in the early fall, and Firefoot will not let any other male near her,” he chuckled. “Their first colt is a fine horse. He is beginning his training now.”

Faramir turned in Eomer’s arms. “I was thinking. Gondor and Rohan’s relationship is improving,” Faramir began to pull Eomer towards the ladder to the hay loft. “…and it is important to maintain that delicate relationship, so you and I should work on that right now.” Faramir pulled him up the ladder and tackled Eomer in the hay.

Eomer growled and rolled on top of Faramir. “All in the name of improving and maintaining good relations,” he laughed and kissed Faramir hard.

The End

Written for Alex_equine