Invasion of Privacy

"What took you so long?" Legolas asked as he hastily grasped Boromir's head and plunged into a passionate kiss. Taken by surprise by this stormy attack, the human warrior began to sway a little but instantly found himself steadied by a tight embrace.

"Aragorn..." Boromir breathed into the fiery kiss as he closed his arms around his lover's slim figure to catch him in an equally strong hug. "He saw how I wanted to sneak after you and kept asking questions. I had to make something up so he would let me go."

"I'm glad you're here now," Legolas replied in a heated whisper and ran his hands down Boromir's back to grab his firm buttocks and pull the human's groin against his own.

"I think he suspects something," Boromir muttered and then groaned faintly when Legolas stroked the tip of his tongue along the warrior's upper lip. "Have you not noticed that he started to keep a wary eye on you ever since you hollered my name? I fear he assumes that I caused you serious harm that day, or worse, tried to kill you... He doesn't trust me."

"Boromir, please," the elf said and drew Boromir's lower lip between his teeth to gently nibble on it for a second. "I don't want to talk about Aragorn now. We have only a little time together. Let us not waste it with discussions about him."

Boromir didn't need to be told twice. In less than a second, Aragorn was forgotten and he fully concentrated on resuming their wild kissing. Their mouths linked in such a turbulent and consuming way that their teeth clicked together and the elf's soft lips were cruelly irritated by Boromir's rough stubble. The human warrior knew that Legolas wasn't frail, and this very moment he was more than grateful for this circumstance. He just needed to feel Legolas' body crushed against his, he needed to grab him, hard, to mark him with bruising caresses and possessive kisses.

It had been quite some time since their last encounter at the river. Many days had passed in which the two of them had only cast meaningful gazes at each other, maybe traded a quick and discreet touch when they thought nobody was looking. Far too many days, Boromir thought as he felt liquid fire surge through his veins and throbbing tension settle between his legs. Desperate for a more intimate connection, Boromir ground his hips into Legolas' with a low, guttural sound that vibrated from his throat into the warm cave of the archer's mouth. He felt the elf's hands slide from his buttocks all the way up his back and then clamp around his shoulders with significant pressure, but he just couldn't stop himself from rubbing his growing erection against his lover.

"Kneel down, Boromir," Legolas urged while his hands pushed harder onto the broad, strong shoulders, attempting to motion the warrior to the ground. The human detached from Legolas' lips reluctantly and opened his eyes to look at the archer for a short moment. To see the beautiful elven face glisten with pure desire was so enticing that he couldn't help slamming their lips together again with such haste that Legolas moaned at the gruff assault on his mouth, half in pleasure and half in discomfort. Boromir tried to dart his tongue past the archer's lips, but Legolas pulled back and quickly placed a hand over the human's throat to keep him from following. He was attentive to not throttle his lover, but there was enough pressure behind his grasp that he felt the man's pulse hammer against his fingers. Boromir didn't do anything to free himself from the unpleasant lock of Legolas' hand but tolerated it in silence. He stared at the elf with passion in his eyes, waiting, broad chest heaving.

"On your knees, son of Gondor," Legolas repeated his demand with a tone in his voice that made clear he wouldn't accept contradictions. Without saying a word, Boromir backed away, slipping out of the elf's resolute grasp on his neck, turned around and sank down on one knee. While he lowered himself, his fingers fumbled at his belt in order to expose his rear before getting down on all fours and allowing Legolas to ravish him senseless, but he hadn't even managed to snap the heavy clasp open when he felt the elf's strong hand on his back.

"No," the archer said simply, slid his hand up to Boromir's broad shoulder and squeezed gently. Confused, Boromir straightened up again and turned back to Legolas to look at him wonderingly.

"I thought..." the warrior began perplexed, then paused to clear his throat when he noticed that his voice was more than hoarse from his craving.

"You thought wrong," Legolas replied.

"You don't want me?" Boromir asked bluntly, his voice as well as his eyes revealing huge dismay. For a moment, he seriously believed that Legolas wanted to quit their intimate relationship and go on as nothing more than comrades again. The archer smiled at the concerned facial expression that showed plainly on the human's face which he quickly framed with tender hands.

"Nonsense," the elf said gently and bent forward to present his human lover with the deepest and most loving of kisses. Legolas ran his hands from Boromir's face to the small of his back in order to enclose the man in an affectionate embrace. He felt how the strong body went weak from his touch, how the human melted under the hot, demanding elven lips. It always amazed him which massive effects he had on the tenacious, rough warrior.

"I want you, Boromir. More than anything," the archer explained once the impassioned kiss subsided, another tiny smile gracing his features when he saw the genuine relief on the man's face. He placed one more soft kiss on the human's lips, slowly, carefully. The next sentence came out in nothing more than a whisper that softly brushed warm air against Boromir's longing mouth, sending small shivers of need down the human's spine. "But your fair body has more than just one opening, hasn't it?"

Boromir only stared numbly when he realised what exactly Legolas was suggesting. Before he had the opportunity to decide whether or not he wanted to do this, or actually could do this, the elf pulled him from his thoughts with his melodic yet commanding voice.

"Down now, Boromir."

The human obeyed without hesitating, without thinking. He lowered himself on his knees in front of the elf who stood completely still and didn't give a single reaction, not even when Boromir started to slowly reveal his lover's flawless body. Gingerly, almost as if unwrapping a fragile gift that would be ruined if handled too harsh, Boromir opened Legolas' belt and slid it from the slim waist. After discarding it to the ground, he lifted his hands to the elven tunic and slowly pushed the fabric up, exposing a flat and pale stomach. He cast a quick gaze up to Legolas and when he didn't see any signs of disapproval on the archer's fair features, he closed his eyes and leaned into his lover's body.

When he lay his face against the creamy skin and planted a loving kiss right next to Legolas' navel, the elf quickly lowered one of his hands on Boromir's head and plunged long fingers into the human's messy hair to hold him against his yearning body. Boromir's hands found Legolas' hips and held him gently while he placed a trail of tender kisses and nips that contrasted sharply to the scraping of his short beard. The human breathed deeply through his nose while he rubbed his face against his partner's belly, inhaline swe sweet, unique scent the archer's smooth skin emitted. As his mind slowly turned to haze from the intoxicating fragrance, his tongue slipped out from between his moving lips and snaked along firm pectoral muscles that twitched faintly from the combined sensations of moist caresses and rough scratches.

When the luscious aroma that filled his nostrils also flooded Boromir's mouth, exploding on his sensitive tastebuds, he hooked his fingers with the waistband of Legolas' pants and tugged them down briskly until the garment made a crumpled bundle at the elf's booted feet. Legolas didn't make the effort to sweep it aside and Boromir didn't seem to care since his hands didn't waste any more time on his lover's clothes but were up at the archer's now naked hips again in a matter of seconds. While he circled his tongue around Legolas' navel in small, teasing rotations, occasionally dipping it into the tiny pit, his fingers travelled from the slim hips to the centre of the elf's lust.

Legolas' member was swelling but not fully aroused yet. With the intention to stroke him to complete hardness, Boromir closed his right hand around the semi-erect shaft of his lover, but before he could begin with the stimulating caresses, Legolas' hand twisted in his hair and the archer voiced another request.

"Use your mouth," he breathed, somewhat impatiently.

Boromir obediently withdrew his hand, swallowing nervously. He was a little worried that he would embarrass himself, maybe even fail horribly, after all Legolas had had more than enough lovers he could compare Boromir's skills to, and the human warrior was sure that he couldn't match one of them on this particular territory. On the other hand he was extremely curious, and the thought of tasting Legolas in such an intimate way was breathtakingly exciting.

Boromir shifted a little to find a steadier position and raised his hands to put them on the back of Legolas' thighs, but as soon as his palms and fingers made contact with the smooth skin, the elf brushed them of resolutely.

"*Only* your mouth, Boromir. No touching."

The man from Gondor complied, reluctantly at first, but when he guided his head a little deeper and felt the heat of Legolas' groin radiate against his face, he lost the ability to think clearly and forgot all concerns. He darted out his tongue and experimentally lapped at the tip of Legolas' length, simultaneously closing his eyes again to concentrate only on the feel, taste and scent of the elf. Legolas' hands wound themselves into Boromir's hair again, and when they encouragingly pulled his head closer, the human opened his mouth wider and took his lover in completely.

The intense aroma he was confronted with wasn't bad or repellent at all, but neither was it the most delicious thing Boromir had ever come across. It was somewhat salty, but luckily to a quite bearable degree, and the mere thought that it was the elf's cock he was relishing was everything it needed to make it an arousing experience. The half erected shaft neatly fit itself into the cave of his mouth, but when Boromir started to suck gently, the flesh quickly swelled to full extent. The solid shaft pressed hard and hot against Boromir's coy tongue and the back of his throat, and the human thought that if it grew any more he would be very likely to choke. He paused for a moment to get used to the unknown sensation, and Legolas waited silently, granting him the time he needed.

Finally, Boromir took a slow, deep breath through his nose, and when he let the air stream out again he simultaneously started to move his tongue around Legolas' erection in slow, testing circles. He explored it thoroughly, running the tip of his tongue along every millimetre of scorching flesh, giving generous attention to every curve, slit and even section. When Boromir flicked his tongue over the tiny rift at the tip of Legolas' length, he heard the elf moan quietly. He repeated the motion but this time applied a little more pressure to the intimate stroke and was immediately rewarded by a more uncontrolled, somewhat louder gasp. Animated by the low, soft pants that escaped from the elf's mouth every now and then, Boromir's self-confidence grew and he got more creative and intense with his services. Despite the great care and effort he put into his actions, he just knew that he wasn't really a natural talent, but the elf didn't complain.

Legolas tried his best to guide Boromir with his hands, either urging him to go faster or slowing him down. While Boromir's hips had moved expertly when he had taken Legolas the other day, his oral ministrations were, to a modest extent, uncoordinated. His motions were either a little too harsh or too soft, his tongue a little too quick or too slow, and there was no scheme to it at all. But exactly this unpredictability added a very thrilling element to the situation. Legolas never knew what Boromir would do next. When he expected him to fervidly swirl his tongue around his aching flesh, Boromir placed the gentlest of kisses on the tip of his swollen member, and when he thought he would present him with a tender caress of his soft lips, the human instead gulped him in and sucked him hard. A throaty groan wrenched itself from Legolas when Boromir grazed his teeth along his solid shaft. To his great disappointment, the human let him slip out of his pleasantly warm and moist mouth and looked up at him with concern in his eyes.

"Did I hurt you?" Boromir asked in a low voice and gently placed his right hand on Legolas' left calf.

"No," the archer breathed, his voice shivering with raw lust. "No, that was wonderful. Please continue."

While he again enveloped Legolas' hard-on with eager lips, Boromir lifted also his second hand to the archer's body, and this time the elf did not protest. He let his fingers travel up the elf's slim but strong legs, his palms sliding up firm, long calves in a tender caress, passing the heavenly soft hollows of the archer's knees, reaching solidly muscled thighs. For a moment he lingered there and focused only on pleasuring Legolas with his mouth. Boromir could hear the archer's breathing vary erratically from deep, heavy inhalations to quick, noisy pants, depending on how intense he worked on him. When the elf finally voiced constant, rhythmic moans of sheer delight, Boromir moved his hands further up. He placed them on Legolas' smooth buttocks and pulled him even closer to his face, deeper into his mouth, simultaneously sucking a little more intensly. Legolas' long legs started to tremble slightly, threatening to give way, and his groans became louder, almost desperate. Satisfied with this strong reaction, Boromir stroked one fingertip along the elf's cleft, hastily searching for the narrow entrance to his partner's body. He found it quickly, dove in with a rapid but heedful motion, and Legolas' hissed out his enjoyment. The archer's legs buckled, and he had to move his hands from Boromir's head to claw them into the man's shoulders in order to maintain his balance.

The human felt Legolas' weight press into him as the elf leaned on his shoulders for support, and somehow he was heavier than Boromir would have expected. But under the given circumstances it was a very welcome burden to bear. Eliciting wanton sighs and heated murmurs from the elf, Boromir groped his way to sensitive areas inside the ethereal body. The intensity of his oral efforts never ceased, not even when he tried hard to find the special spot that would make Legolas see stars dance in front of his eyes. To facilitate his search, he soon added a second finger and slid both fingertips along the slick, hot inner skin that flexed under the soft pressure of his intimate touch.

Suddenly the hands on his shoulders gripped violently, pressing fingertips through his cloak into his skin. A quick convulsion rippled through the elf, accompanied by a long groan of relief, and before Boromir realised that Legolas was coming already, he climaxed into the warrior's mouth. Legolas' essences spurted over the human's tongue, the inside of his cheeks and the back of his throat in powerful and long gushes. The creamy body fluid was thick and hot, somewhat bitter and extremely salty. Boromir pulled back out of reflex, but swallowed.

"I'm sorry, I should have warned you," Legolas panted as he watched his lover lifting a hand to his mouth in struggle with an unpleasant combination of nausea and a fit of coughing.

"No, I'm fine," Boromir replied a little breathlessly when his senses had calmed down again. Legolas pulled up his pants as the human continued speaking. "I just hope you enjoyed it, I wouldn't fancy the idea that I did this for nothing."

As a response, Legolas laughed lightly, ran his hand through Boromir's hair devotedly and bent down to kiss him on his mouth that was still slippery with traces of the elf's liquids.

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Aragorn was restless. This was already the third time that Legolas and Boromir didn't spend the intermission of their journey with the others at the campsite and the Ranger was getting worried. He hesitated for quite some time but finally couldn't stand the bad feeling in his stomach anymore. He excused himself and went to look for his comrades.

He didn't have to search long, though. He soon could hear low noises, as if somebody was whimpering or groaning in pain, and immediately knew that the voice belonged to his friend Legolas. With growing anxiety, the ranger quickened his pace, but before he reached his companions the low sounds so full of emotion stopped.

Aragorn arrived just in time to see Legolas turn away from Boromir who was kneeling on the ground. When he was noticed, Legolas just looked at him with no expression on his features at all while the man from Gondor quickly dropped his head, one of his hands shooting to his face. With a frown on his forehead and narrowed eyes, Aragorn witnessed how Boromir swiftly scrambled to his feet and in the abrupt motion wiped the back of his hand over his mouth hastily.

"What is happening here?" Aragorn wanted to know.

"Nothing," Boromir said with a firm but tense voice, turned away and headed back to camp without losing one more word.

"Legolas, he didn't do you harm," Aragorn said in his elven comrade's native tongue, "did he?"

"Nay," Legolas answered in a clipped manner.

"Did you two fight again?"

Legolas looked at Aragorn, his eyes wide in astonishment for a second. He almost laughed out loud at the man's question, but managed to control himself and keep a straight face.

"You do not need to know everything, Estel," he told his friend. "Can't an elf have some privacy?"

Baffled, Aragorn watched Legolas walk away until he vanished behind a group of trees. He stared after him for almost a full minute, then gave a snorting sound of disbelief. Legolas keeping things secret from him? Things that, of all people, *Boromir* obviously knew about, or maybe even was involved in? This was ridiculous.

The ranger let his gaze wander over the spot he was standing on in search for something, *anything*, that would maybe help him see through it all. He found only one single thing, so simple yet brutally significant. Aragorn gritted his teeth as he tried to control his body that was bringing shame on him by reacting to his discovery and the colourful images that came with it.

In the grass lay forgotten Legolas' belt.