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Olorin lay on the grass, at the base of a large tree, with Beorn laying next to him. The great bear man had removed his tunic, and Olorin admired his large, hairy chest, rising and falling, and glistening with sweat.
Beorn had kicked his trousers off too, and his huge cock lay lazily between his legs. He had just exerted himself a good deal, fucking Olorin up against that tree. Olorin had enjoyed it thoroughly (there was nothing quite like being railed by Beorn, he thought), and he knew his own prick was stiffened with arousal.
He lay there now, still clothed, as Beorn had just lifted his robes to uncover his bottom, his large hands slipping underneath the fabric to caress Olorin's bare skin. He felt himself shiver with pleasure as the ghosts of these touches danced over his skin, and his body still hummed with the rhythm of Beorn's length thrusting into him.
Olorin sighed contentedly, and looked over in Beorn's direction, only to find him propped up on one elbow, his gaze warm and sensual as he looked down at Olorin.
"Olorin," he breathed, his voice low and soft.
"Mmm," Olorin hummed in response, and lifted his arm, caressing Beorn's chest before bringing his hand up to run his hands through his dark beard and hair and over his cheek.
Beorn's large hand closed around Olorin's forearm, and he rubbed him up and down. Olorin noticed his touch became more delicate and curious as he ran his fingers along his inner forearm and felt the long scars that went up the length of his lower arm. Olorin closed his eyes, still amazed at how gentle and soft Beorn's touches could be, despite his size and gruff exterior. He opened his eyes to see Beorn's brow furrowed slightly.
"Where did you get these?" He asked quietly. "They are deep. I do not remember feeling them the last time you were here."
"The Necromancer, Sauron," Olorin answered with a heavy sigh, though he was touched by Beorn's concern. He felt Beorn tense at the mention of that name. "I was careless," Olorin continued. "He used to be one like me, you see, a spirit from the West. I tried to convince him to come back to us, and repent of his dark deeds, but I should have known I was many thousands of years too late. He marked me with this for my trouble."
"Oh, Olorin," Beorn breathed sadly, but with a hint of fierceness. "If any lesser creature had done such to you, I would be off to wring their neck. As it is Sauron, perhaps I had better not."
"Please don't." Olorin said, fondness in his voice.
Beorn nodded, and bent his head to Olorin's arm, pressing soft kisses to the scarred skin there. Olorin sighed with pleasure and gratitude, and then chuckled a little at the ticklish feeling of Beorn's whiskers against his skin. He felt Beorn smile against his arm.
He ran his fingers along Olorin's side, and he squirmed a bit and chuffed at the sensation. He felt Beorn's hands drift further down, to where Olorin's cock was still aroused between his legs. Beorn ran a hand over him, and Olorin let out a short gasping moan as he felt Beorn rubbing his head through the fabric with his thumb.
"Oh my, I am forgetting my manners," Beorn said in a low sultry voice, bringing his face close so Olorin could feel his breath against his ears and neck. "You have needs that must be attended to. Forgive me, would you like some pleasure at my hands?"
"You have already given me much," Olorin breathed softly. "But yes, I would like a little more, if you have it to give."
"For you, my dear, always," Beorn replied, leaning down to kiss Olorin as he traced the outline of his cock lightly through the fabric of his robes.
After a moment, his hand ceased its teasing, and he kissed Olorin's cheek tenderly, before moving down to kneel at his feet. His dark eyes looked into Olorin's fondly and a little mischievously, as he began untying and slipping off Olorin's boots, before beginning to roll down his thick wool stockings, his hands ghosting over Olorin's thighs and knees as he did so.
Oh, he knows me well , Olorin thought fondly. He could choose to just pleasure me directly and be done with it, but he knows I like it best this way.
Olorin's legs and feet were bare on the grass now. He sighed with pleasure as he felt Beorn's hands rubbing his legs up and down, massaging them a bit and ruffling the hair that grew there. He felt one of Beorn's hands caressing his ankle, and then gently lifting his foot, sneaking a few fingers down to tickle the bottom. Olorin gasped and let a soft giggle escape him, slightly surprised but quite delighted by this treatment. He let his eyes slip shut, smiling and giggling a bit as Beorn stroked his legs and played with his toes.
He felt Beorn bring his foot into his lap, and then lift it, until Olorin could feel the hairs of Beorn's beard brushing up against his toes. He then felt Beorn pressing soft, ticklish kisses to the sole of his foot and Olorin sighed and chuckled at the sensation. He laughed as he felt Beorn's mouth nibbling up his foot towards his toes, as he continued to stroke up and down Olorin's leg from time to time, and tickled his other foot with his free hand, sending shivers all up Olorin's body.
Rather suddenly, Olorin felt the warmth of Beorn's mouth on his toes, and gasped out a laugh, opening his eyes to see Beorn sucking on most of his toes at once, and looking at him with a playful and seductive glint in his eye. Olorin shuddered out a small, soft moan as Beorn's mouth began sucking on each of his toes individually, swirling his tongue around them ticklishly. Beorn was still lightly tickling his other foot, and Olorin found it difficult to hold back a mixture of soft moans and giggles.
Eventually, Beorn moved to Olorin's other foot, again sucking and licking it playfully, all the while sending Olorin sultry looks and batting his eyelashes. By the time Beorn felt Olorin's toes had been thoroughly tickled and sucked, Olorin's cock was stiff and beginning to dribble.
"You like having your little feet nibbled upon, don't you?" Beorn said lightly, starting to run a hand up past Olorin's knee under the skirt of his robes. "Gets you pretty little prick all wet and warm for me, doesn't it?"
"Yes, thank you, it does," Olorin said, surprised to feel himself blushing a little at Beorn's teasing. "You know me and treat me very well, Beorn." He hoped his gratitude and love were coming through in his voice, though he was panting heavily now with excitement and arousal as he felt Beorn's large, rough hands beginning to roam up the tender, sensitive skin of his inner thighs, moving towards his cock.
Olorin gasped with pleasure as he felt Beorn's warm hand come up under his balls, starting to rub and massage them gently. He felt a moan rising in him, but Beorn drew his hand away and a whimper escaped Olorin instead. He saw Beorn fingering the hem of his robes.
"Let's not be too hasty now," he teased. "Shall we get this off you?" He asked, tenderness and excitement in his eyes.
Olorin quickly nodded and sat up, allowing Beorn to remove his robes, uncovering his chest and leaving him completely naked. Despite feeling very eager and ready and deeply aroused by Beorn, as he glanced down at himself he couldn't help feeling a bit self-conscious. His skin sagged and wrinkled in places he wished it didn't, and the reality of his body clashed with the image of himself he had in his mind: how he had looked in Valinor.
Olorin felt himself flush with embarrassment, he knew he was quite transparent to Beorn, and that he could probably read his thoughts.
"What is it, dear friend?" Beorn asked, warm concern in his eyes.
"Oh I'm just being silly, that's all," Olorin sighed looking down a little then back up at Beorn. "I know quite well that you want to lay with me, but I still feel sorry that I'm not much to look at for you." He knew his vulnerability and emotion showed in his eyes, but he pushed himself to hold Beorn's gaze.
"Not much to look at?" Beorn murmured, sounding genuinely frustrated and pained. "Why, Olorin, that's just absurd!"
"I know, I said it was silly…" Olorin agreed.
"It's more than silly," Beorn said sternly. "It's just plain wrong. You are beautiful to me, Olorin. I know you wish to be back in your strange, pretty, perfect fae form or what have you," Beorn's voice and eyes softened as he tucked a piece of hair behind Olorin's ear and ran his hands over his back and shoulders and down his chest, settling them on his belly. "But I can promise you I like you best this way. You might have noticed, I don't like things that are spotless, or perfect, or too shiny. I like things -and people- that are warm, and worn, and lived in. I find that beautiful. I find you beautiful, Olorin. For those aspects of you, not despite them."
Olorn swallowed, a little at a loss for words and deeply touched, he felt tears well up in his eyes but he smiled up at Beorn as they fell, putting a hand on his arm and stroking his hair with the other.
"Thank you, Beorn, my dear," Olorin said, and he heard the emotion in his own voice. "That… means a great deal to me, and reminds me once again what a singular and special being you are. I love you, Beorn."
"And I love you, dear friend." Beorn said and leaned down, kissing Olorin tenderly but not without some heat of desire. He let his hands roam over Olorin's belly, and Olorin enjoyed the feel of him there. Soon, he felt Beorn's hands move up his chest, and he moaned softly into their kisses as he felt Beorn's calloused fingers playing with one of his nipples.
"Now where were we," Beorn growled softly in Olorin's ear as he eased him back down so he was laying on the ground again.
"Right... about here ," Olorin, breathed, smiling as he brought Beorn's hand back to cupping his balls. Beorn ran his fingers over them for a moment before clicking his tongue quietly.
"We'll get to that little fellow," Beorn teased. "But first, what about these ones up here?" Olorin let out a little surprised moan as Beorn caught one of his nipples in his mouth, bringing his rough but gentle hand up to caress the other into stiffness. Beorn lapped at the little bud in his mouth hungrily for a moment, before murmuring, "...oh yes, very sensitive little fellows aren't they? Very tasty, too." Olorin let out a breathy laugh as Beorn's mouth nibbled at his chest. "Are they ticklish like your toes, is that it?" Beorn asked teasingly, as he began spidering his fingers ticklishly over one nipple and flicking the other back and forth with his tongue.
"Oh yes, goodness!" Olorin cried, closely followed up by a heady laugh and a moan. He moved into Beorn's touches at his chest, becoming quickly lost in the sensation as he could feel his cock growing harder and beginning to dribble.
Beorn pressed a warm wet kiss to Olorin's nipple, before moving up to kiss his neck, sucking and nibbling on his ear a bit as well. Olorin held his head there and stroked his hair, and shivered as he felt Beorn's hand drift down from his nipple, tickling his ribs and belly lightly as he descended. He soon began to run his hands over Olorin's hips, before at last taking hold of his prick. Olorin inhaled sharply and shuddered gratefully.
Beorn's hand began to move up and down, in agonizingly slow but deeply pleasurable motions. Olorin panted and began to thrust eagerly into Beorn's hand. But Beorn slowed him once again, his touches becoming lighter and more playful.
"Is this a ticklish little nubbin as well, perhaps?" He whispered into Olorin's ear, but he could only moan in response as Beorn swirled his finger teasingly around the tip of his cock. He began gently running his fingers down Olorin's length, from base to tip again and again, tickling him quite thoroughly. As he did this, he lowered his head once more to Olorin's chest, sucking on his nipple in firm but gentle tugs until Olorin cried out in pleasure, also gasping and laughing as his prick was quite mercilessly tickled.
Finally, with a significant and lustful but also tender and loving look, Beorn moved his face down to Olorin's cock. It was quite wet with precum now, and very stiff and sensitive. Olorin let a whimper escape his lips as he watched Beorn eyeing his cock. Beorn placed his finger teasingly but firmly on the tip, and smiled at Olorin playfully.
"Well, my little friend," he said in his low rumbling voice. "Are you quite ready to cum for me now?"
"Yes, please," Olorin replied quickly, his voice trembling with arousal.
"Good," Beorn breathed, and Olorin could feel his warm breath on his prick as his mouth got closer, and saw a smile on his lips before they wrapped around Olorin's head.
He gave a shuddering moan as he felt Beorn's mouth close around him; he felt his beard brushing up against his length and tickling his balls; all of his body felt incredibly sensitive from Beorn's tickling and teasing and he was already on the edge. Soon, Beorn's hands stretched easily to Olorin's stiff and sensitive nipples, and Olorin moaned as he felt Beorn flicking and rolling them between his rough fingers, and saw his head bobbing up and down on his cock.
Olorin closed his eyes, and let himself get lost in the wonderful sensation of Beorn's mouth on his most sensitive part, sucking and swirling his tongue around his head and pressing hungry kisses down his length. As Beorn moved back up to the top of Olorin's cock and fixed him in his dark and sensual gaze, he raked his fingers lightly down his exposed sides, causing Olorin to shiver and squirm, as he lapped and licked and sucked at his penis, before returning his fingers to Olorin's nipples, giving them a little pinch that caused Olorin to moan loudly.
He felt very close to his release now, and his eyes slipped shut in bliss at the feeling of Beorn's mouth and hands on him. Beorn gave Olorin's nipples a few more pinches and tickles and strokes that made him whimper and cry out in pleasure, before moving both his large, calloused hands to Olorin's tender little prick. They looked each other in the eye a moment, before Beorn took Olorin's length deep inside his mouth, swirling his tongue down the whole way until his forehead was touching Olorin's belly. Olorin gasped and shuddered, feeling his completion very close at hand, and then Beorn slowly moved his mouth back up, sucking and pumping him firmly, coaxing him with gentle licks, until Olorin cried out and came in Beorn's mouth.
Olorin's breath came in heavily as he watched Beorn diligently suck up and swallow the last of his cum as it dribbled out of him, massaging it out of him gently with his tongue. At last Beorn moved his mouth from Olorin's cock, pressing tender, soft kisses to the area around it, his hips, and then his belly.
Olorin sighed happily and petted Beorn's hair as he did so, letting the kisses on his belly slowly bring him back down from the heights of his bliss. Beorn massaged and rubbed Olorin's length a little more, not to get him fired up again, Olorin realized but just to feel him and show him love. After a moment, Beorn brought his hand up and began rubbing Olorin's belly in slow, gentle circles, their faces close again.
"Thank you," Olorin breathed quietly, caressing Beorn lovingly. "I hope you didn't get my seed in your beard."
"Oh no, I didn't, don't worry," Beorn said, smiling. "It all went in here." He opened his mouth and pointed. Olorin chuckled.
"Well, you are committed, aren't you?"
Beorn smiled proudly, and then rolled over onto his back, gently pulling Olorin with him to lay on his chest. Olorin snuggled against his side, nestling his face in the crook of Beorn's neck, draping an arm over his belly and a leg over his leg. He reveled in the feeling of their naked bodies pressed together like that, and he could tell Beorn did too, for he hummed a little tune softly under his breath and held Olorin close. They lay like that for some minutes before, Olorin raised his head a little.
He pressed a few soft kisses to Beorn's neck, and then to his brow and down his nose, and two on each of his eyelids and cheeks, and one light one on his lips. Then he took Beorn's large hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing it tenderly. They gazed at each other for a moment, and saw a mixture of great love and sorrow in each other's eyes.
"I do wish you didn't always have to go back out into the Blue, you know," Beorn murmured quietly, his arm wrapped around Olorin's back, rubbing it gently, while he lay his hand over Olorin's at his chest, caressing it softly with his thumb. His eyes looked sad and a little wistful. "Sometimes," he sighed and continued. "I wish you could just stay with me, here. I know I'm infamous for my dislike of visitors, but I do get lonely out here, even with all the friends that I do have. But I wouldn't wish for you to stay just as a visitor, if I could have my way. No, I would wish for you to share my home with me. I take pride in the comfort and beauty of my home, amidst all the wild hardness of the world, and I've heard you say you like it and it brings you peace, like how you feel when you're with the Little Folk, and," he paused. Olorin did love Beorn's home, and he nodded to indicate that to him. As Beorn spoke, Olorin noted a small tremble in his jaw and his eyes beginning to glimmer with tears.
"I want to give you that peace, dear friend," he continued, emotion in his voice. "I wish… to share my days with you. We do, and we have, but it is always for too short a time, before I have to watch you leave the safety of my walls and my arms and go off to follow your doom. I know you don't need my protection, and I know what I wish for is impossible, I am not foolish enough to try and convince you, just enough to say it aloud. I wish you to stay, Olorin."
Beorn closed his eyes, and released a shaky breath as tears rolled down his cheeks. Olorin felt the prick of tears in his eyes as he looked at Beorn.
"Oh, Beorn, my dear," he breathed softly, raising a hand to his face, combing his fingers through his beard and wiping away a few of Beorn's tears as they fell. "Is this your way of asking for my hand in marriage?" He asked after a moment, teasing a little, but he tried to fill his voice and his eyes with the depth of his feeling.
Beorn understood Olorin's sense of humor, and chuckled softly, smiling up at him through his tears.
"No, no, or...perhaps yes, it is," Beorn murmured softly. "I will not ask will you marry me, but would you?"
He said it as though it were a hypothetical he was only idly curious about, but Olorin could see his heart in his eyes. He leaned down and kissed him softly on the mouth.
"Yes, I would," he answered quietly, and sighed, stroking Beorn's face and hair and beard. "I love being here with you, and it always pains me to leave. I wish terribly that I could stay. I appreciate that you understand why I can't. I have a task that I must finish, or perish in the attempt. And…" Olorin swallowed painfully, and trailed off not wanting to finish his thought, but he didn't have to.
"And you will live to see the end of the world, and perhaps to the beginning of the next one, and I, despite my strange powers, am a Man, and will die in a Man's lifetime, and the fate of Men is a mystery." Beorn said, slowly and sadly, looking up into the trees above Olorin's head.
Tears spilled from Olorin's eyes, and he closed them, feeling the pain of what Beorn described welling up inside him. He felt a warm, rough hand at his cheek and opened his eyes to see Beorn regarding him sadly but with love in his gaze.
"Olorin," he said in a soft, low voice. "I'm sorry, I have made you sad."
"Oh, do not worry, my friend," Olorin said with a small smile. "That can hardly be helped, I'm always a little sad, I'm afraid."
"Oh, Olorin," Beorn said, sighing and chuckling softly. "That is tragic!" He snuggled Olorin close and pulled him into a gentle kiss, before emerging to look into his eyes once more. "I am glad, however," he continued. "That you would marry me, or share my home, or however you wish to put it, if things in this world were different. I love you so, dear friend, and I shall miss you when you go."
Olorin felt tears come to his eyes and he rested his head against Beorn's for a moment.
"I love you, Beorn," he said quietly. "And I will stay with you as long as I can."
Beorn reached up to stroke the back of Olorin's head.
"Thank you, Olorin," he murmured hoarsely. "I love you so."
They fell into a warm, soft kiss, after which Olorin lay himself back down on Beorn's chest and wrapped an arm around his waist, enjoying listening to the sound of his heartbeat and the feel of his hands on him. He could almost have fallen asleep like that, but he had not drifted too far when Beorn spoke again.
"What of this present task of yours, my love?" Beorn asked softly, but with interest. Olorin raised his head, then rested his chin on Beorn's chest, regarding him warmly and reaching up to tuck a strand of his thick, black hair behind his ear. "Why, other than being an amiable person, are you helping these dwarves on their blasted treasure hunt? And why bring little Bilbo along? He does seem rather out of place, don't you think?"
"My, you do have many questions," Olorin said teasingly, combing his hand through Beorn's hair. He sighed a little more seriously and set himself to answering Beorn properly. "I understand your dislike for the dwarves' love of material things, but their quest is more than a treasure hunt. They wish to regain their home after Smaug stole it from them. Thorin Oakenshield is coming into his own, and he has lost much in his life, first his home, much of his people, then his father and grandfather. I held Thorin's father in my arms as he died, Beorn. His body and his mind were broken by Sauron's torture, but he entrusted me with the last of his possessions and the guidance and care of his son and kin. I don't mean to let him down, if I can help it."
"I understand, my dear," Beorn said, with sympathy and admiration in his gaze. "Forgive me if I have been too rash in my judgement of these dwarves. I will help you help them in any way I can."
"Thank you," Olorin said, a rush of warmth filling him at Beorn's kindness. He leaned down to kiss his cheek before continuing. "As for Bilbo-- Beorn! Are you listening?"
He felt Beorn's large hand caressing and squeezing his bottom and he was staring up into the trees with a pleased smile on his face. He turned his gaze back to Olorin after a moment smiling sheepishly and somewhat apologetically.
"Mm? Oh yes! Sorry, were you saying something? I got distracted by your lovely , soft ass!" Beorn murmured with a smile, pulling Olorin's face towards his, starting to press kisses to his neck and nibble on his ear, still running his hands over his bottom. Olorin pretended to be annoyed, huffing and grumbling a bit, but soon gave it up and started laughing. "Is your ass ticklish, Olorin?" Beorn muttered, between kisses and nibbles.
"What do you think?" Olorin said, smiling and giggling a bit.
"Yes," Beorn said with a fond smile and a mischievous glint in his eye, starting to spider his fingers across Olorin's bottom. Olorin twitched at the sensation and fell giggling into Beorn's shoulder as he tickled his bottom and kissed his neck. At last he ceased his tickling, giving Olorin a few firm pats on each cheek before trying to continue the conversation. "Anyway, what were you saying?" Beorn said mildly.
Olorin lifted his head from where he had buried it in Beorn's shoulder, and fixed him with an exasperated look, then smiled and kissed him firmly on the mouth.
"I was trying to answer your question about Bilbo," He sighed. "I was going to say, as for Bilbo, I understand your concern. I'm worried for him too. I do hope the dwarves will take good care of him after I leave them. I have no doubt that he will take good care of them, and that is why I brought him along. I can't be with Thorin and Company the whole way, but I need someone with them whose heart I can trust. I trust the hearts of hobbits, and though he may not look like much, I trust the heart of this one most especially. He's a good little fellow, and he's already seen more of the hardness of the world than you would think. His parents died when he was quite young, amid the terrible winter and famine that ravaged the Shire, and I've known him and have been checking up on him ever since then. I've tried to be a friend and caregiver to him when I could, but he has been quite a lonely fellow, all alone in his big hole in the Shire. Hasn't made many friends, and has made a few enemies. I also hoped that bringing him along for this adventure might get him out of his rut, so to speak, and that he might actually make a few friends, aside from me, for once! And I think that part of my plan is coming along rather well, slowly, but steadily."
"Oh?"
"Yes, he tries to hide it, but I think Thorin is taking a liking to Bilbo, and the others are beginning to come around to him as well, particularly dear old Balin. Fili and Kili are open-minded young dwarves, so they've always been quite friendly with him. And Bilbo, well, I fancy he's taking a liking to the dwarves as well, despite some of their habits being rather offensive to his hobbit sensibilities, and mine for that matter--"
"You are a Hobbit," Beorn teased and cuddled Olorin to his chest fondly.
"Ha! Yes, I suppose I am in my way, that's why I get on with them so well." He grinned at Beorn, then continued. "But I do think Bilbo likes Thorin, if you know what I mean…"
"Does he?" Beorn asked, intrigued.
"Well, yes, when we were bathing in the river before we came to you, I don't know if I've ever seen the poor little lad so red! I suppose he's never seen that many naked dwarves before, or naked anyone's for that matter (hobbits are quite modest, you see), but I saw him looking particularly flustered and I noticed he kept eyeing Thorin, and he was staring at his cock, I'm afraid."
"Oh dear…" Beorn snorted with amusement.
"Oh dear is right!" Olorin agreed, looking rather amused himself, and then more ponderous as he continued. "It could be a good match, though, the two of them, if they aren't too stubborn to let it. I have heard them talking quietly when they think no one else is awake, getting to know each other. If they do develop a connection, it would ease my mind, knowing they'd both look after each other."
"You scheming old thing," Beorn teased fondly, squeezing Olorin a bit. Olorin smiled at him, and Beorn stroked his cheek lovingly before saying in a more serious tone: "Bilbo does seem rather homesick, though, poor fellow. I just hope he makes it through alright."
"I hope to goodness he does too, Beorn," Olorin sighed. "I love him very much, I would never forgive myself if he was terribly hurt."
"I know," Beorn said quietly, concern in his eyes. "Why toss the baby bird from his nest, then? Even if it is a bit of a lonely nest, at least it's safe, for now. I know you've already said some of the reason, but I feel you still haven't told me all the reasons. Not that you have to, of course."
"No, I don't mind," Olorin reassured him softly, and sighed before continuing. "I will tell you the whole of it. It is crucial that Smaug be ousted from the Lonely Mountain. It is only a matter of time before Sauron seeks an alliance with him, and then these lands will be caught between them, and the consequences of such an alliance could be very terrible indeed; for you and your folk, for the Elves of Mirkwood, for Lothlorien. You would all be trapped between Sauron and a dragon, and I fear there would be little hope if that came to pass." Olorin took a shaky breath, and Beorn grasped his hand tightly in both of his, pressing a kiss to it, before Olorin kept speaking. "But bringing this back to Bilbo, now that I have explained the seriousness of this venture I have included him in, I have the utmost sympathy for his desire for home and hearth. However, I feel strongly and know that no one will be safe ere the end, whether it be good or evil. And, I know that all of us, no matter our size or experience, will be called to this fight, as I have been. I understand Bilbo's strife, and I accept responsibility for inflicting it and it pains me to do so, but I feel it is inevitable and necessary, if we are to defeat Sauron in the end. I did not want to come here. I was afraid of Sauron, afraid of pain and strife and suffering, and I still am. I want to go home, Beorn."
Olorin swallowed as he felt tears well up in his eyes, and Beorn put a hand tenderly to his cheek. He felt his tears fall as he kissed Beorn's palm in thanks.
"I feel for Bilbo, truly, but I see no other way, for either of us." Olorin took a shaky breath and felt his composure slip as Beorn wrapped his strong, warm arms around him. He curled up on his chest and wept.
"I'm sorry, dear friend," Beorn murmured, and the sounds of his deep rolling voice through his chest comforted Olorin. "I too know what it is to long for home. Perhaps we will all return someday, eh?" Beorn said warmly, kissing Olorin's forehead. Olorin sniffed and said nothing, but held tight to Beorn as he hugged him close. Beorn sighed slowly and said: "Even more than I wish to spend all my days with you, Olorin, I wish you to be happy. If ever you return to your home across the sea, where I shall surely not be with you and shall possibly be long dead, know that even as you are there and I am but dust on the wind, I still love you. Wherever you are, if you are happy, so am I. If you are filled with sorrow, I weep with you. Wherever you are, wherever I am, know that I love you, always."
Olorin had lifted his face to look at Beorn as he spoke, and as he listened he felt his chest, really his entire fea , ache with love and joy and pain in a way that he had never felt before, and never would again, save when he remembered this moment and remembered Beorn's words. No one, in all his time stretching back to the Music, had ever made him feel this way. Not even Curumo. This was an unconditional love, a love that freed him and made him feel whole in a way he never thought he could.
All these thoughts flooded Olorin's mind as and after Beorn spoke, but one burned stronger and more urgently than all the others:
"I love you, I love you, I love you," he whispered over and over again against Beorn's skin, unable to stop the tears that came streaming from his eyes. Beorn held him tightly and Olorin pressed himself to Beorn, but it felt as if there was no way they could get close enough. Olorin could feel Beorn's breath hitch and he knew he was weeping as well, his large hands trembled as he stroked Olorin's hair and cuddled him to his chest.
"Oh, darling," Beorn breathed at last. "No one's ever loved you like that before, is that it? Oh, darling. I meant every word of it. I meant every word but I wish to goodness I wasn't the first to have said those words to you. You deserve to be loved this way, you hear? Hear me, love. You tragic small creature, come here."
Beorn trembled with love and sorrow as he held Olorin. They lay together, whispering their love and comforting each other with gentle touches for some time, until they both began to drift into a pleasant, close doze.
Olorin felt a light breeze blow across his face, still damp with tears. He shivered slightly, cuddling into Beorn's arms. Beorn stirred a little, and let out a soft 'mmf' of sleepiness, then looked down at Olorin still bundled in his arms. He wiped at his cheek and smiled softly at him.
"Are you cold, little love?" He asked in a low, warm voice.
"Yes, a bit," Olorin murmured, and smiled a little. "I don't retain heat quite as well as you." He pressed a cold foot against the side of Beorn's leg, and he let out a small yelp of surprise.
"Alright, alright, there's no need to be a little brat about it!" Beorn grumbled. Olorin chuckled softly. "Let's get some of your clothes back on."
Beorn helped Olorin sit up, and gently slipped his robes over his head. He handed him his wool stockings as well, and sat with him while he put them on.
"We ought to get back," Olorin said quietly as he finished dressing.
"Yes, I suppose we ought to," Beorn said and smiled, propping himself up on his elbows and making no movement towards putting his clothes back on. "I'm sure your friends are wondering where you got to. I'll walk you close to the house, you go in first, and I'll come after, say... five minutes later?" Beorn grinned at him.
"Oh, very funny," Olorin muttered, but smiled at Beorn and went to him, putting a hand to his chest and nuzzling his neck. Beorn hummed happily and kissed his nose.
"I can tell you're friends value you very highly," Beorn said quietly after a moment. "I fear they will take your going rather hard, especially little Bilbo."
"I think you're right," Olorin replied, resting his head on Beorn's shoulder. "Bilbo burst into tears when I told them all I wouldn't be going the whole way, poor thing. I am sorry for it."
"Mmm," Beorn murmured, patting Olorin's hand on his chest. "Yes, you have much more dangerous activities to be getting up to." He said it teasingly, but Olorin could see his eyes were serious. He leaned in and kissed him sweetly, running his fingers through the thick hair on Beorn's chest, then moving his hand down to rub his soft but strong belly.
Olorin rested his head against Beorn's cheek, and sighed. He was getting sleepy again, all cuddled up to Beorn's warmth, but he knew they couldn't stay like this forever, as much as he deeply wanted to. Still, he was curious about something, and didn't mind investigating as an excuse to prolong their time alone just a little longer.
"Beorn," Olorin breathed, a little sleepily. "Are you ticklish?"
Beorn chuckled quietly, and looked at Olorin with fond amusement.
"What do you think?"
"Yes!" Olorin said mischievously, and started spidering his fingers across Beorn's belly and up his sides. Beorn shook and squirmed with laughter and fell back on the grass. Olorin seized his opportunity and straddled Beorn, attacking his belly and sides with light but effective tickles, even reaching around behind him to get at his thighs, which nearly made Beorn buck Olorin off him. Olorin couldn't resist the temptation to run his hand ticklishly across Beorn's still naked cock, causing him to gasp out a surprisingly high-pitched giggle.
"Now, now," he said, through his laughter. "Let's not get going! You'll get me excited and I'll have to press you up against the tree and fuck you all over again!"
"Oh, and we wouldn't want that, would we?" Olorin teased, moving his hands away from Beorn's cock and back up to his torso, sneaking a few tickles under his strong arms and down his ribs, before leaning down to press a few loving kisses to his neck and lips. Beorn was still laughing almost to the point of tears, but slowly he calmed down, and he wrapped his arms around Olorin's back and sighed. Olorin sighed as well into Beorn's neck, then pulled up to look at him and said: "As much as I would for you to fuck me many more times, and for our time here never to end, I should get back to them."
"Yes, you should," Beorn agreed quietly.
They kissed for a moment more, softly and sweetly and filled with emotion, then Beorn got dressed, Olorin found his hat (it had been hung on a tree branch), and they set off in the direction of Beorn's home and the dwarves and Bilbo.
As they walked, still they drifted close to each other, eventually walking hand-in-hand, until they parted quietly just at the edge of Beorn's garden, and Olorin walked back to the house, alternately smiling to himself and trying not to cry.