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Legolas dipped his hand into the water of the stream. He needed a bath badly
after that gruesome battle with the orcs. The feel of clean fluid passing
over his skin was welcome and he started untying his overtunic with haste.
It fell open and he shrugged it off, following that with his shirt, "I need
He couldn't help but think of Aragorn as his hands went to the strings lacing
his leather pants, wishing that the human was the one pulling them. Gods, am
I never going to get past this hopeless attraction? It was sheer torture
resisting the urge to touch himself.
Aragorn scouted the area grimly. Not much firewood that wasn't green or wet.
At least they had water. There was a good sized lake nearby, he remembered.
It should be just over there... he rounded a large tree and stopped dead in
his tracks. Someone else had found the lake first. Someone blond and
beautiful, and Oh, god, taking his clothes off...
The pants fell down around his knees and Legolas kicked off his boots so that
he could free his legs. His cock was already hard and sweetly aching from
the few scattered thoughts of Aragorn touching him. Unconsciously, his hand
stroked upwards against it; giving welcome friction and making him need to do
more. The blond archer moaned softly, his thoughts turning once again, to
the dark eyed ranger.
Aragorn nearly dropped the wood he carried when the elf's pants fell away,
exposing the lean frame to him for the first time. Legolas was as beautiful
as he had imagined, creamy perfect skin sliding over lean muscles. Then the
blond elf turned, giving the ranger a side view. Legolas was aroused, Aragorn
realized with a nearly silent moan, the elf's cock slender and rock hard and
perfect. His own cock sprang immediately to full arousal, pressing against
his suddenly too-tight pants maddeningly. His hands ached to touch, his lips
to ravish as he watched the elf slide his hand down. The long fingers wrapped
around his own length, Legolas was the most incredible sight he had ever seen.
A clear drop of fluid seeped from the tip and rolled down over his fingers as
they wrapped around the hard column of flesh. Legolas closed his eyes and
visualized Aragorn's face as he gave a slow pull to the tightening skin,
"Hmmm..." The elf repeated the act, wishing that he wasn't alone. He
imagined the ranger's hand covering his, guiding it, making everything feel
just right as he moved a little faster. His chest started to heave from the
sensations, running like wildfire through his bloodstream, "... Aragorn..."
Not believing his ears, Aragorn inched nearer. He placed the wood on the
ground gently, so as to make no sound. He knew it was wrong to spy like this,
but he had heard a word come from those perfect lips, and it sounded like his
name. He had to know.
A soft whimper passed between Legolas' lips and he suddenly needed to kneel
down or risk falling. One hand braced on a nearby boulder as he lowered
himself to one knee, his other hand never leaving the velvety erection that
begged for more with each passing second. The archer kept his eyes closed,
making the mental images come easier, and imagined his unrequited love
kissing the tip of his cock tenderly. That thought alone almost made him
climax then and there, "Please... Aragorn... so good..."
Aragorn took another step closer. Yes, the elf had said his name. He could
read lips, and though the elf's dulcet tones were soft, he knew he was not
mistaken. So he had not dreamed all those looks, those "accidental" touches?
He was torn.... his own erection pulsed with every stroke Legolas made, but
he still could not bring himself to step out and make himself known.
The slender hand left the boulder and trailed along the chiseled planes of
muscle on the elf's chest, stopping when the fingertips grazed the outer
surface of one sensitive nipple. Another moan sounded and Legolas began to
pinch it gently between his fingers as his hand moved just a little faster on
his hungry cock. His tongue slipped out, licking his lower lip, and he
imagined that he was kneeling before the ranger. That hand moved up and he
took his own fingers into his mouth; letting his mind tell his body that it
wasn't fingers at all but the urgent need of his love. Legolas started
sucking those digits eagerly and his hand moved faster still on the cock in
Aragorn knew he had never been this hard, never wanted anyone as much as he
wanted Legolas right now. He had scarcely let himself think about the
beautiful elf, thinking him far beyond his mortal reach. To touch that sweet
skin, worship that body, kiss those enchanting lips... Was it truly possible?
Could Legolas want him? His mind refused to believe it while his body ached
to ravish him.
Turning so that his back was braced against the boulder, the elf in question
spread his knees a little wider. His fingers tightened as they slid along
the velvet flesh in his grip and he gave a harsh moan around his mouthful of
fingers. Those dark eyes fluttered closed slowly, hiding the ever increasing
desire in them. He needed Aragorn to be there. While he was enjoying the
daydream, the ranger would make this all so much better. Legolas pulled the
slender appendages from his mouth and gave a soft cry as his body began to
sing from the stimulation, "Aragorn... so close... I need... need it..."
The ranger could stand it no longer. He took a deep breath and strode forth,
pushing the branches out of his way roughly in an effort to reach the
beauty's side as quickly as possible. His cock pulsed in its confining
leather as he growled, "Legolas."
"A-Aragorn?" His hand stilled and his eyes snapped open. The sound of the
human's voice gave the elven archer cause to worry. How much had he seen?
Was he angry? A trace of fear hit the dark gaze and Legolas looked up at the
ranger's face slowly, unable to hide what he had been doing. A crimson blush
began to stain his cheeks and he found words to be beyond him.
Aragorn stopped, seeing the apprehension on the elf's face and realizing that
his aggressive demeanor might be interpreted as angry. He immediately
softened his gaze, looking upon the gorgeous man. "Beautiful," he whispered,
saying the first thing on his passion-clouded mind.
Hesitantly, the archer reached up, his hands going over Aragorn's stomach and
seeking a way to the skin below. Legolas stood, comfortable in his nudity,
and pressed himself against the ranger. Closing his eyes, he took a gamble
and settled his mouth against the lips of the one he'd just been daydreaming
about. As he did, his slender hands found an opening and dove in, running
all over the human's chest.
Aragorn gasped at the feeling of the elf's hands on him; Legolas' fingers
burned him, making his desire rise even higher. He moaned and reached out,
gathering the blond to him roughly. He knew full well that no matter how
delicate Legolas looked, the elf was well able to withstand his rough hands.
He placed one hand on the smooth back as the other dropped to the elf's firm
ass, gripping tightly.
Moaning, the archer rubbed against Aragorn. After so long; after all the
secret moments of lonely passion - here he was; holding him, touching his
slender aching body. Legolas tried so hard to reign in his needs so that he
could enjoy the feel of the ranger's hands on him; his lips kissing him; and,
hopefully soon, his weight over him. He broke the kiss and let his lips
slide down the side of Aragorn's jaw, brushing them over the stubble of beard
that had been growing and gently passing over the quickening pulse at his
Aragorn growled again; the lithe body in his arms was too good to be true.
The silky blond hair brushed over him as the elf's lips threatened to drive
him mad. He thrust his hips against Legolas; rubbing his still-clothed
arousal against the elf's. He needed to touch Legolas all over, to possess
him fully. "God, I want you," he groaned, before burying one hand in that
glorious hair and crushing his lips to the elf's once again.
One of the elf's hands moved down, to the front of Aragorn's pants, and
stroked over the bulge behind the leather. Those words fanned the flames of
Legolas' desire so that it seemed to burn white-hot. A sultry purr in the
back of his throat, his other hand began to trace circles around one of the
ranger's nipples. He broke the kiss, his chest heaving and his eyes
smoldering with need, "I'm not going anywhere, Aragorn."
"Not if I have anything to say about it." The ranger's eyes rolled back in
his head as he felt the elf's fingers on his aching erection. "Take them
off," he commanded, his desire making him more aggressive. He couldn't help
it. The blond elf was his downfall. He had dreamed of this too many times.
"Gladly," Legolas said with an impish grin. He knelt down and let his
slender fingers pluck at the laces before getting a firm hold. He gave a
tug, massaging the hidden cock with his other hand and giving a sigh. The
archer couldn't believe this was happening. When the strings loosened, he
pulled with that free hand, letting the swollen flesh burst from confinement.
Without missing a beat, the blond elf took hold of the hot shaft and traced
his tongue through the slit at the tip.
"Gods!" gasped Aragorn as he felt the blond's mouth on him. As if Legolas
kneeling before him wasn't enough, now that hot mouth was on his aching cock.
He enjoyed it for a few minutes, but then reluctantly said, "Stop." He had
other plans for his climax. And he needed to hear what the elf's voice
sounded like, raised in passion.
The dark gaze rose to his face and the elf gave a naughty smile as he gave
the tip a quick lick. He rose to his feet, brushing his hands up his body as
he did so. They feathered over his inner thighs, cock, stomach, chest, neck,
and stopped when his fingers reached his mouth. Deliberately, Legolas sucked
the sweetness of the ranger's desire off his hands, his eyes locked onto
Aragorn's. "I didn't want to stop," he pouted.
His hand still buried in that hair, Aragorn pulled back, exposing the elf's
pale neck. What was this animalistic feeling that Legolas gave him? All he
could think of was the maddening body against him, the soft skin, the tender
flesh that begged to be caressed. He dragged his other hand down the expanse
of the nude body before him, marking it as his. "Mine," he whispered, leaning
forward to gently bite at the alabaster neck.
"Yes," the elf gasped out, his hands rising to the ranger's shoulders and
holding on. They slid down, to the front of Aragorn's shirt, and parted the
cloth. The exposed skin held a light sheen of sweat, causing it to glisten.
Legolas wanted to touch that flesh, to run his tongue over the smooth planes.
He needed it nearly as much as he needed the human's hands all over him.
"Aragorn... I want you..." His voice was a passionate plea of impatient need.
The elf's pleas made Aragorn's heart beat even faster. "Tell me what you
want," he demanded roughly, pinching one pink nipple as he savaged Legolas'
"Your hands... all over me," the archer cried out, biting back a sob, "The
feel of you... inside me..." Legolas rolled his hips, brushing his aching
cock against the ranger's.
The blond's words drove away the rest of Aragorn's reason. "You shall have
what you desire, and so shall I," he moaned out, releasing the elf just long
enough to rip off his shirt.
Legolas moaned and went after the skin on the ranger's chest, running his
fingers and lips over it hungrily, "I've wanted this for so long, Aragorn..."
Aragorn paused and looked up at the beautiful elf. "Why did you not speak,
then? I would have grabbed the opportunity in an instant."
The elf lowered his eyes, "I... was afraid you'd... get angry. I thought you
already had someone." Legolas wound his fingers in a lock of the dark hair,
"I've never felt this way about anyone before. I thought it better to not
say anything rather than be rejected." His lips made a sweep across
Aragorn's collarbone, leaving a trail of soft bites.
Aragorn moaned, but he had to say something. He put his finger underneath the
elf's chin and raised it so he looked into his eyes. "How could I ever reject
such a thing of grace and beauty as you? I thought you were the one who was
too perfect for the likes of me."
Fingers, soft as a feather, trailed down one of the ranger's cheeks, "I... I
would have given anything to be with you, Aragorn." His other hand was
stealthily moving lower until it cupped the human's cock and gave it a very
firm rub, "I would have given anything to please you." Those slender fingers
wrapped around and stroked, drawing more of Aragorn's liquid desire to the
tip. Again, Legolas brought the drops to his mouth and sucked them off his
The ranger's eyes watched Legolas' fingers hungrily. "I suggest we waste no
more time then." Without waiting for an answer, he slid his hands beneath
Legolas' buttocks, and picked up the lithe elf easily. He pulled, bringing
their bodies together tightly, and carried the elf over to the grass. He laid
him gently down, and followed, covering the perfect body with his own.
Dark blue eyes rose to the ranger's as the lithe body arched up, bringing
their bare arousals together, "A-Aragorn..." Legolas' hands moved into the
almost black hair, gripping tight while the building sensations made him
shudder uncontrollably. His voice, low and shaken with passion, went into
the rounded ear, "I want you."
The elf's liquid voice sent Aragorn's passion even higher. He couldn't
remember ever wanting anyone this much. He bent his head, kissing a trail
down Legolas' smooth chest. He moved back, kissing lower, until he was on his
knees and very near the elf's dripping cock. Then he stopped, and sat up,
looking at the pretty picture before him. Legolas was incredible, slim and
hard and perfect, hair spread around him. "You're perfect," he whispered, and
he eased off his pants, throwing them aside as quickly as possible.
Legolas moaned at the words and let his hands travel over his own skin. One
moved to his chest, pinching and rubbing his nipples while the other snaked
across his belly, drawing along the quivering shaft that was aching with
need. The archer took hold of himself and pulled on the flesh slowly, making
his cock weep faster. His slender legs moved, trying to assuage the pressure
within, "Aragorn... hurry..."
Aragorn climbed back over Legolas, straddling his hips and stilling the elf's
hand. "No," he said firmly. He wrapped his own hand around the hard flesh.
A strangled moan sounded from the archer's throat, "Ah... Aragorn..."
Legolas whimpered at the feel of his heart's desire's hand on his cock and
his legs moved faster, rubbing against each other. His head flew back, the
golden tresses spilling out around his head like a halo, "Yes! So good..."
"Oh, Legolas," breathed Aragorn. "I want you completely. Will you let me take
"PLEASE," Legolas begged, his eyes snapping wide open, "I want it, Aragorn...
I need it..." He sat up and grabbed the ranger's shoulders, "If you were to
leave me like this, I think I'd die."
Aragorn grinned then. "Far be it from me to let you suffer." He leaned
forward, bracing himself with one hand on either side of the elf's head, and
used his knees to spread the blond's thighs, settling between them.
Slim hands ran down over the planes of muscle across the ranger's chest,
"Gods..." Legolas couldn't believe it was happening. A part of him was
waiting for Gimli's gruff voice to tell him to wake up - that he was making
too much noise in his sleep. It was all so surreal. Aragorn, the one person
he wanted more than life itself, was over him and preparing to mark him as
his own. His dark eyes locked onto the human's blue ones, "Take me... now."
Aragorn moaned, so ready to do just that. Except... "Do you have any oil?"
"In my pouch... on my belt," came the pained response. Legolas moaned that
he was still going to have to wait. His fingers again moved down to caress
his throbbing need and try to give himself a little solace.
Aragorn reached out; he could just grasp the pouch. He fumbled inside and
quickly pulled out a small vial. He then saw what Legolas was doing and shook
his head. "No."
There was a tortured whimper, "But..."
"Just wait," Aragorn promised, pouring some of the oil out into the palm of
his hand to warm it. "I promise you ecstasy."
The elf's slender fingers dug into the grass, trying to keep busy so that
they wouldn't stray. His body thrummed with need. Legolas couldn't stand
the waiting. His eyes closed and he tried to still his trembling frame,
"I love the way you say my name," Aragorn breathed, running one oil-slick
finger up the inside of the elf's thigh before circling his entrance. "Tell
me if I hurt you. I would die rather than hurt you..."
The answering nod was fervent. Legolas could scarcely remember to breathe
with the ranger doing that. He swallowed audibly and lowered his head back
to the grass, eyes shut tightly, hoping against hope that Aragorn would just
hurry the hell up.
Aragorn carefully thrust his slick fingers into the elf's tight body,
preparing him for what was to come. He was trembling with need himself, and
hoped he wasn't going too quickly. Soon, he was driving three fingers in and
out of the elf, and biting his lip in frustration.
The archer's voice rose, crying out in pleasure, and his hips moved on their
own to try and get the fingers deeper. Tears streamed from Legolas' eyes at
the intensity. He'd never felt anything like this! His voice was lost to
the sensation, blown away by the lances that went straight up his spine.
Coherency returned for a moment, long enough for him to beg for more,
"Aragorn... please take me NOW!"
The ranger didn't need any more convincing. He poured out more of the oil,
rubbing it on his own aching length with a shuddering breath. Then he pushed
the elf's knees up higher, positioning himself with the other hand. He
pressed the tip against Legolas' entrance. He pushed, and the elf's body
yielded. He moaned deeply as his arousal was enveloped in tight heat.
Gasping, Legolas' head thrashed from side to side. It was happening. It was
real. He felt like he was going to explode. His nails scratched down the
ranger's back as he tried to hurry him, "Aragorn... so good... more..."
Fighting the urge to hurry, Aragorn slowly took Legolas, invading him,
impaling him. The tightness was unbelievable; the ranger hoped he could
withstand the temptation to thrust hard and fast at first. The elf's body
gripped him, caressing his length, driving him mad. He finally was completely
inside Legolas, and he paused, panting. Never had he felt such perfection.
Legolas' legs wrapped around the narrow waist, trapping him, "Gods,
Aragorn... you feel so good... inside me..." He writhed a little, trying to
urge his lover to move, "Sooo... good..."
Aragorn gasped; the elf's movement caused friction all along his cock. He
thrust shallowly, quickly, unable to stop himself.
Moaning, the elf drove himself back, taking some initiative. It felt
amazing, having Aragorn so deeply inside him. He didn't think he wanted it
to ever end. His legs tensed and he pulled his body back along that perfect
organ that impaled him, made him feel like he was in heaven. One more
self-imposed thrust and Legolas cried out in surprised shock. That last
stroke had touched something inside of him that made an almost electric surge
blast through, rocking his body and making the intense pleasure soar.
Aragorn growled as Legolas drove him insane. He thrust faster, wanting to
hear those sounds of pleasure again and again. He was slowly losing control,
lost in the feeling of making love to Legolas. Harder, deeper, he couldn't
Legolas wasn't idle beneath him. The elf gave loud moans and soft cries, his
hands moving through Aragorn's hair, over his shoulders, across his chest.
Sweat began to glisten on his skin as he rocked his body in time with the
ranger's strokes inside of him. At long last, he had what he'd been dreaming
of. Legolas' dark eyes closed and then opened to settle on the human,
"Deeper... I want to really feel you..."
Aragorn groaned, holding on to his control by a thread. All he wanted was to
pound the beautiful elf as hard as he could, but... "I don't want to hurt
you, Legolas," he gasped out, angling his thrusts to give the blond the most
"AH!" The elf cried out, his hidden pleasure center making him shudder as it
was brushed, "Please, beloved... I want it..." Legolas leaned up and started
lapping at the sweat-coated side of Aragorn's neck before he moved his mouth.
His lips ghosted over the ranger's and then settled firmly, mouth flowering
open to allow his lover to taste him.
It was too much for the ranger; he stroked faster, driving in deeper and
harder, never missing a stroke. "Tell... me if... I hurt you..." he gasped,
then gave up speaking entirely in favor of moaning in ecstasy. The harder he
drove into Legolas, the better it got. The elf's tight body caused friction
along every inch of his length and he couldn't last much longer. With effort,
he snaked one hand between them to wrap around the blond's cock.
Legolas arched up, his body singing with the combined stimuli, "ARAGORN!" He
loved this. The way he was being made to feel was nothing short of divine.
The archer unwrapped his legs from his lover's waist and lifted them higher,
bracing them against the heaving ribcage, hoping against hope that the move
would make it even better. He let his own hand slip down to join with
Aragorn's on his throbbing need, his fingers circling over the other hand,
"This... oh, Gods, this feels... don't stop, beloved... DON'T STOP!"
Aragorn couldn't have stopped if a thousand orcs had appeared just then.
Legolas' change in position made him go even deeper into the elf's body, and
he screamed his lover's name. He pounded harder, and stroked him faster.
"Come with me," he groaned out, so close to the edge.
There was a long drawn out moan at the request. Legolas couldn't find the
capability for speech. He settled for kissing the ranger passionately,
dancing his tongue with the human's, and moving his hand faster on his own
dripping flesh. The archer began to pant and broke the contact of their
lips, his body starting to feel the ripples that preceded climax,
"A-Aragorn... close... I feel it... so... close..." Just a few more strokes
and Legolas was sure he was going to die from sensory overload.The elf's
passion filled voice was music to Aragorn's ears. He pounded harder, needing
to hear Legolas scream his name. "Now..." he groaned, driving into the
willing elf as hard as he could. He tightened his grip on Legolas' arousal as
they stroked together. "Now..."
Dark blue eyes widened for a moment, then closed as his mind ceased to
function. It lasted for a split-second and then they snapped wider than
before and his mouth opened, "A-ARAGORNNNN!" His body went taut, arching
like his bow, and his seed spilled over their joined hands. He felt like
he'd shattered; the pieces falling through static charged air, and then,
after an eternity, rejoined.
Legolas' body tightened impossibly around him, then the elf's voice carried
him farther. He was falling, falling, over a precipice of passion. He thought
he would die; the pleasure was so intense it was nearly pain. Nearly; he gave
himself over to it, drowning in sensation. The elf's hot seed on his fingers,
the vise grip of his body on him, the searing tightness that pumped through
him, filling Legolas with his need. "MINE!" He screamed, staking his claim
He was filled to overflowing and Legolas couldn't think of anything better.
His head fell back to the grass as his eyes regained focus on the human who
had marked him within. Slender, achingly tender fingers stroked back little
tendrils of hair that had glued themselves to Aragorn's forehead, "That
The ranger pulled out as gently as he could, then lay beside his new lover.
"Words cannot begin to describe it, Legolas." He raised himself up on an
elbow and looked deep into those captivating eyes. "But I know I will perish
now if you say we cannot do that again. Soon."
Legolas gave an impish grin, "If you don't do that to me again, and soon,
I'll start redirecting the aim of my bow for a more vulnerable area of your
body." The threat was without conviction or heat.
A smile spread across Aragorn's face, and he kissed Legolas hard. He drew
back and said, "Is that a threat or a promise?"
"Take your pick," the elf whispered as he cuddled closer to his human lover.