It had been a long, long time since Macalaurë Fëanorion had been to the north of Aman, where Fëanor had built his second home of Formenos. Fëanor had an eye for beauty and he had fallen in love with the boreal forest, the mountains and fjords, the rivers and waterfalls. While the camping trip was not at Formenos proper, it was nonetheless not a far journey from where Finarfin was taking them, to the castle where Finwë had been killed and Maglor's life had begun to unravel. Finarfin's silence on the trip spoke volumes that Finarfin was also thinking about Fëanor's exile and the beginning of the end...
...that even now, Finarfin was grieving, the wound still fresh.
Maglor wondered what their secret friendship had been like. It was still a shock to him that Fëanor's animosity towards his brothers had been a game of pretend, and that Fëanor knew Finarfin's intimate secrets unto crafting a plug for Finarfin's lover... which was now inside his own hole, keeping him open and ready. He wondered what Fëanor would think of his relationship with Finarfin - it was one thing to be fine with Finarfin having a male lover against the Laws, another thing for it to be Fëanor's own son.
When they reached the destination in the forest, Maglor's curiosity about Finarfin and Fëanor's friendship was replaced by bittersweet memories of hiking, hunting and playing here with his brothers when they were younger. Before the tragedies that destroyed their family. It had been a time of innocence, a time that it ached to think about, knowing they could never go back. The forest felt haunted.
And yet, Maglor wasn't upset with Finarfin for bringing them here. In a way, Maglor felt this was the only place where they could go to truly clear the air after Nerdanel's harassment. Coming back here after everything felt like a reclaiming, a way to let go of the past and step more firmly into the future.
After they set up camp, building tents in the golden hour just before sunset, Maglor gave Finarfin a hug. Finarfin rested his hand on Maglor's head for a moment - a little touch, but one that carried so much emotion. One that made Maglor melt.
For the sake of not exposing their relationship to Maedhros and the boys, Maglor and Finarfin pitched separate tents, but Maglor was sure he would not sleep alone tonight. He tried to push the lustful thoughts out of his mind and be here, but every step he took with the plug rubbing inside him made that harder to do.
Maedhros remembered their campsite was near a waterfall, and he led the way on a trail that followed a creek out to a waterfall cascading down a cliff, into a natural pool. There were also wild strawberries growing nearby. From the wistful look on Maedhros's face, Maglor could tell this was someplace he and Fingon had visited for private trysts... but Maedhros still smiled, stripped down to his smallclothes, and climbed up the cliff with enthusiasm, as if enjoying the beauty of this place was honoring Fingon's memory.
Maedhros, Elrond and Elros jumped off the cliff and coasted down the fall into the lagoon, shrieking with laughter. Finarfin and Maglor watched - Maglor fought the urge to take Finarfin's hand - and then they looked at each other, also undressed to their smallclothes, and walked over. Finarfin looked like he just wanted to wade into the pool, but Maglor led the way up the cliff, and grinned at Finarfin's hesitancy looking down.
"Fortune favors the bold," Maglor said, quoting his father.
Finarfin smirked, then he grabbed Maglor and they held onto each other as they took a flying leap off the cliff. Maglor threw his head back and howled as he hit the spray and pouring, pounding water. They splashed down into the natural pool, hard enough that they soaked Maedhros, Elrond and Elros. When Maglor bobbed to the surface, Maedhros had a mock-irate look on his face and with his one arm he splashed Maglor madly. Elrond and Elros joined in. Maglor and Finarfin splashed them back, and then Maedhros ducked underwater and grabbed Maglor by the toe, tickling him mercilessly, as if they were boys again.
At last, when their skin was wrinkled from a long time in the water, they came out, gathered wild strawberries, and sat at the creek watching the sunset. Maglor wanted to lean on Finarfin, but it seemed as if even that simple gesture of affection would be too much. He settled for the closeness, sitting next to him, admiring him in the warm glow of the sunset.
They went back to camp as the sunset faded to twilight, and cooked over an open fire, watching the stars rise. Elrond and Elros got to stay up past their usual bedtime and stargaze with the adults for a little while, and the wonderment of both boys at the sea of stars made Maglor feel like he was also seeing them for the first time.
The Trees were gone, but this was still sacred and miraculous in its own way. All the moreso for sharing it with the people he loved most, though his father, other uncle and dead brothers and cousins were not there to see it.
In the darkness and starlight, Finarfin took Maglor's hand and squeezed.
After that, Maglor played a few songs on his harp, feeling inspired - wanting to subtly express his love for Finarfin. He sang the boys to sleep, and even Maedhros started to doze off. Maglor ushered Maedhros to his tent, and Maglor and Finarfin tucked him in together, which made Maedhros laugh sleepily and tousle Maglor's hair before he curled up, a content smile on his face. Maglor lingered, studying his gorgeous brother, aching for Maedhros spending another night alone.
Wondering what it would be like to offer Maedhros comfort. For Maedhros to be comforted by both him and Finarfin -
Maglor quickly pushed those thoughts out of his mind. It was dangerous enough for him to be involved with his own uncle, even more dangerous if he approached his brother with such forbidden desires and was rejected or, worse, brought before the Valar for the crime of incest. Maedhros and Fingon had been cousins and lovers, but that was not as near kin as one's own brother.
Maglor still ached, and felt a touch of melancholy loneliness as he made his way to his own tent - alone, to keep the ruse that he and Finarfin were just uncle and nephew, nothing more. He lay there awake, and now his lust turned back to Finarfin, waiting, longing. His hand slipped down his sleep-breeches and he slowly stroked himself, his mind's eye conjuring hot fantasies of sucking, fucking. Maglor had seen extra rope in Finarfin's supplies. He hoped Finarfin would tie him to a tree and ravish him...
Maglor heard Maedhros snore one tent over and smiled. He waited, and a few snores later, Maglor crept out of his tent, and gingerly walked over to Finarfin's tent and patted the fabric in the secret code. When Finarfin came out, carrying one of the Fëanorian lamps, he smiled at Maglor's erection tenting the sleep-breeches.
Finarfin clipped the leash through Maglor's collar and walked him into the forest, each of them lighting the path with a lamp, trying to keep it down, still unable to resist laughing at their delicious secret. Finarfin brought him back to the creek, the waterfall and pool, the strawberry bushes. Finarfin fed Maglor a strawberry, and Maglor licked and sucked the juices from Finarfin's fingers. Then he fed Finarfin, and Finarfin did the same, sucking Maglor's fingers with heat in his eyes that went right to Maglor's cock, pulsing, stiffening harder.
They took turns feeding each other strawberries, sensually cleaning the juices with their lips and tongues... every now and again licking their tongues together, teasing. Strawberry juice got all over Maglor's tunic and he took it off, then the rest of his clothes. Finarfin also got naked, and tugged on the leash, pulling Maglor along to the rock pool.
Though the water was cold at night, they still waded in, and quickly got warm as they clung to each other, kissing passionately, hard cocks rubbing together. They kissed under the waterfall and Finarfin took their cocks into his hand, stroking them, as his free hand played over Maglor's body, and Maglor caressed him. Maglor moaned as Finarfin kissed and nibbled his neck, and he returned the favor, smiling at the way Finarfin's breath hitched and he let out a shaky gasp, shuddering as Maglor licked his sensitive neck and rolled his hips, cocks sliding together more insistently. Finarfin's grip tightened around their cocks and Finarfin began to suck Maglor's tongue like it was a cock. Their tongues fluttered and teased again before Maglor did the same, sucking Finarfin's tongue, thumbs rubbing Finarfin's hard nipples. Finarfin let go of their cocks and pulled Maglor's nipple rings, pinched Maglor's nipples, and then bent his head to lap a swollen peak. Maglor tilted his head back and panted, rutting desperately against Finarfin, cocks sliding.
Under the waterfall Finarfin feasted on the pierced nipples, licking and suckling one as he played with the other, pre-spend flowing between their cocks, making streamers. Then they kissed again and Finarfin took their cocks back into his fist, gripping tight, stroking slowly, just enough to build up the tension but keeping their orgasm out of reach. Making them feverish. Making them savor. Maglor lost himself in passion, aching to come but not able to get enough of Finarfin's touch...
...the beauty of this moment, a piece of paradise, found after so many years of pain. Their eyes met and Maglor knew Finarfin was feeling it too. "Good boy," Finarfin whispered, kissing Maglor's neck again, licking, biting. "Such a good boy for me."
Maglor could almost believe it. We deserve this, Maglor thought to himself, looking up at the moon and the stars, then into Finarfin's eyes. We deserve to be happy together. Maglor grabbed Finarfin's face and kissed him deeply, fiercely, both men groaning into the kiss. Maglor gave a shuddery gasp as he felt Finarfin's cock pulse against his. Yes, he wanted this. He wanted to live again.
He wanted to burn.
Before they could come, Finarfin let go of their cocks, and once again led Maglor on the leash, out of the pool, and back into the forest. Striding together naked, clothes flung over Finarfin's shoulder. Every few steps Finarfin slapped Maglor's ass, then as they got closer to camp, Finarfin came up behind him and rubbed his hard cock in the crack of Maglor's ass.
Maglor couldn't wait any longer, for them to crawl into Finarfin's tent. He needed Finarfin now. Maglor stopped in his tracks, turned around, kissed Finarfin with all of his passion, and then he got down on his knees. He looked into Finarfin's eyes, wanting his uncle to see the worship there, as his lips wrapped around Finarfin's cock and he sucked it down, inch by inch. Finarfin kept one hand on the leash and the other seized a fistful of Maglor's hair.
"Such a good slut," Finarfin purred, then he gasped as Maglor began to bob his head and suction around the cock. "Ai, Kanafinwë..."
"Mmmmmmm." Maglor loved having Finarfin's cock in his mouth, and he was especially hungry for it tonight. Something about being here out in the wilderness brought out his animal instincts, wanting to taste his mate. He sucked Finarfin with greedy abandon, slurping, relishing those beautiful moans, the look of ecstasy on Finarfin's face as he lost himself in the pleasure of Maglor's mouth. Maglor cupped and gently rubbed Finarfin's balls, and his other hand rubbed up and down the bottom of Finarfin's shaft as he focused on the head, licking, kissing, sucking. Revelling in the way Finarfin quivered.
Then Finarfin pulled his cock out of Maglor's mouth. He tapped it against Maglor's tongue, making streamers of pre-spend - Maglor licked his lips, wanting Finarfin to see how much he enjoyed his lover's essence - and Finarfin pulled Maglor to his feet and into a deep, needy kiss.
"I want to suck you, too," Finarfin rasped.
They tumbled down into the grass, and laying at each other's sides, they sucked each other's cocks. Maglor was so worked up from the rutting at the pool and worshiping Finarfin's cock that he felt his orgasm building but made himself hold back, letting the pleasure build and build and build, not able to get enough of the filthy sweetness of Finarfin's mouth on his cock, loving him. They had sucked each other countless times now but it felt even more special tonight, here in the magic of this place, sharing the quiet enchantment of the forest and the stars. Maglor felt so close to him, and he never wanted this night to end, glorying in the beautiful cock in his mouth in the beauty of nature...
When Finarfin climaxed, flooding Maglor's mouth with hot, salty-sweet seed, Maglor gave into his own release, the rush surging as he heard Finarfin's murmur of pleasure. They sat up and kissed with their mouths full of seed, making a wet, sloppy mess, then their tongues licked together, lapping up their mingled taste... flirting and teasing their way back to hardness.
Maglor got down on all fours. Finarfin pulled the plug out of Maglor's ass, finally, and gave Maglor's ass a good, hard smack. Finarfin started rubbing his cock in the crack of Maglor's ass again, then putting in just the tip, driving them both mad with lust and anticipation.
"You want this cock, slut?" Finarfin asked.
"Hells, yes. Please, hántya. Please. Give it to me, please..." Maglor felt his hole twitch, shameless and wanton, which made him crave it even more.
Finarfin kept teasing him, pushing in just the tip, pulling back. Just the tip, in and out, slowly, cock sliding up and down the cleft of Maglor's ass and then a few more strokes of the tip at the opening.
Finarfin finally gave in - Maglor heard Finarfin spit on his cock, which was already completely slick with pre-spend, and Maglor cried out as Finarfin took him, stretched and filled him. Finarfin growled when he bottomed out.
"You're mine," Finarfin ground out.
"Yes. Yes. Please. Please, hántya, please, fuck me..."
Finarfin let him have it, their hips smacking together as he drove into Maglor fast and furious. Maglor loved it, clutching fistfuls of grass as he rocked his hips back at Finarfin, matching his rhythm, giving as good as he got. Finarfin's cock rubbed inside him just right, pleasuring that sweet spot, and then Finarfin reached around to stroke Maglor's cock as his free hand pulled Maglor's hair.
"Who does this belong to?" Finarfin snarled.
"You. I'm yours, I'm yours, take me, take it, fuck me, Ara!" Maglor bit his lip and whined, working his hips even faster, their flesh slapping louder.
Since they'd both come, they were able to last longer. Finarfin fucked him and fucked him - Maglor knew he would be sore tomorrow, but it would be worth it. He couldn't get enough, begging "more, more... fuck me, hántya, more..." as Finarfin's cock teased that sweet spot and his own cock thrilled to Finarfin's grip. Maglor loved that primal feeling of them fucking on the ground like animals...
...and even in the fierce aggression of their fuck, there was sensuality and tenderness. Finarfin leaned down, his chest against Maglor's back, and tilted Maglor's head so they could kiss. Their tongues played together, rubbing, lapping, before another, deeper kiss.
Then Finarfin pulled Maglor up, still fucking him, their hips slapping together madly, and kept an arm around Maglor, hand on the leash, as his hand worked Maglor's cock harder, faster. He kissed, licked, and nibbled Maglor's neck. "Mine," Finarfin growled, tugging on the leash. "My boy. My slut. Mine."
"Yes, hántya, yes, make me your slut, use me, fuck me..."
Finarfin bit the sweet spot where neck met shoulder, and his thumb rubbed the slit and frenulum of Maglor's cock. It was Maglor's undoing, closing his eyes and letting out a broken cry as he came, spending over Finarfin's hand. Then Maglor turned his head again so they could kiss and two thrusts later Finarfin moaned into the kiss as he spilled into Maglor's pulsing channel. Maglor groaned, feeling himself shoot off another jet of cream.
When the kiss broke, Maglor caught his breath and that was when he saw the glow of another lamp - Maedhros's face, eyes wide with surprise, mouth open. Maedhros quickly ducked behind the tree where he'd been watching.
Maglor's own mouth opened, wondering how long Maedhros had been watching them. How much he'd seen.
Even if he'd only seen an instant, that alone was too much. Now Maedhros knew about him and Finarfin.
Maglor swallowed hard, heart hammering in his ears, the relief of his release chased by the sinking dread of how Maedhros would react. Shit.
Maglor turned his head and saw the same look of shock on Finarfin's face. Finarfin knew Maedhros knew.
They rested in each other's arms for awhile, stargazing... trying not to let the exposure ruin the moment. And when they reached camp, Maglor followed Finarfin into his tent. There was no use hiding it from Maedhros, though they still needed to be careful around the boys.
Maglor lay there awake for awhile, watching Finarfin sleep. Wondering how things would change with Maedhros.
...Wishing Maedhros had stripped down and joined them. Hating himself for wanting that. And still craving it all the more.
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