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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,698
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Two
Chapter Two: Out of the Awkward, Into the Dangerous
Frodo scooted away from the hobbit sleeping area as fast as he could. His mind was spinning. He couldn’t understand what on earth was up with Pippin.
“Hey, Frodo,” said Boromir.
“Hey,” he replied. “Do you mind if I stay with you and Aragorn tonight?”
“Yeah, sure. Aragorn’s just off watching out for the enemy.” Boromir looked harder at Frodo. “Is something bothering you?”
“Well…sorta,” Frodo admitted.
“Oh? What?”
“It’s just… Pippin. He got this crazy idea that there was ‘heat’ between us. I mean, how can there be heat? We’re like cousins or something.”
“You are? Really?”
“How am I suppose to know! We could be.”
“Well, just forget about Pippin. Here lie down.” Frodo lay down on the makeshift bed and let out a sigh. Boromir lay down beside him and turned on his side. “Don’t ever worry about him, ever again,” Boromir said and starting rubbing Frodo on the arm. “Although, I can see why he would want such a sexy thing like you.” Boromir leaned in and kissed Frodo passionately. Frodo pulled back and jumped off the bed.
“What… why are you… what the FUCK!”
“Come on, Frodo, you know you want it”
“NO! No I don’t! Why does everyone think I ‘want it’? Stay the hell away from me!”
Boromir’s eyes flashed with rage. “How DARE you refused me! This isn’t over! You’ll pay for this, you stupid TEASE!”
Frodo’s eyes widened in shock at these last words and he turned and ran. “You can run, little man, but I will have my revenge!”
From that point on in the journey, there was an unmistakable tension between Boromir and Frodo. Everyone assumed it was because of Boromir’s secret desire to wield the ring, but oh how wrong they were.
# # #
“Aragorn!” Frodo shouted, running to catch up with him. It was around noon the day after Frodo’s traumatizing gay experiences.
“Yeah?” Aragorn asked as Frodo fell in step with him. Frodo had noticed Aragorn was the furthest away from Boromir and thought he would be safer walking with him.
“I… uh… well…” he said awkwardly.
“You wanna fuck?”
“What!?” Frodo said taken aback.
Aragorn realized that was a mistake and said, “DUCK! Look, there’s a duck over there!”
Relieved, Frodo looked where he was pointing. “Where? What are you talking about? What’s a duck?”
“It’s… uh… never mind.”
“Okay…” said Frodo, starting to look uncomfortable again.
“So, what did you want?” said Aragorn quickly.
“Um…” Frodo started, but he couldn’t think. “I don’t remember.” Frodo had a strange feeling that he didn’t want to be around Aragorn anymore. “I’ll just… go.” Frodo turned around and went to join Sam. Aragorn watched his retreating back for a moment looking slightly disappointed, and then turned and continued forward.
Frodo reached Sam and fell in step with him, not at all in the mood to discuss anything. Sam sensed his friend’s mood and refrained from asking how it went with Aragorn. Boromir was about 10 paces behind them, his eyes burning into the back of Frodo’s head. Frodo sensed it, gave a shudder, and turned around. He saw Boromir’s murderous stare and quickly turned back, putting his head down. Why does everyone think I’m gay? He thought hopelessly.
Frodo scooted away from the hobbit sleeping area as fast as he could. His mind was spinning. He couldn’t understand what on earth was up with Pippin.
“Hey, Frodo,” said Boromir.
“Hey,” he replied. “Do you mind if I stay with you and Aragorn tonight?”
“Yeah, sure. Aragorn’s just off watching out for the enemy.” Boromir looked harder at Frodo. “Is something bothering you?”
“Well…sorta,” Frodo admitted.
“Oh? What?”
“It’s just… Pippin. He got this crazy idea that there was ‘heat’ between us. I mean, how can there be heat? We’re like cousins or something.”
“You are? Really?”
“How am I suppose to know! We could be.”
“Well, just forget about Pippin. Here lie down.” Frodo lay down on the makeshift bed and let out a sigh. Boromir lay down beside him and turned on his side. “Don’t ever worry about him, ever again,” Boromir said and starting rubbing Frodo on the arm. “Although, I can see why he would want such a sexy thing like you.” Boromir leaned in and kissed Frodo passionately. Frodo pulled back and jumped off the bed.
“What… why are you… what the FUCK!”
“Come on, Frodo, you know you want it”
“NO! No I don’t! Why does everyone think I ‘want it’? Stay the hell away from me!”
Boromir’s eyes flashed with rage. “How DARE you refused me! This isn’t over! You’ll pay for this, you stupid TEASE!”
Frodo’s eyes widened in shock at these last words and he turned and ran. “You can run, little man, but I will have my revenge!”
From that point on in the journey, there was an unmistakable tension between Boromir and Frodo. Everyone assumed it was because of Boromir’s secret desire to wield the ring, but oh how wrong they were.
# # #
“Aragorn!” Frodo shouted, running to catch up with him. It was around noon the day after Frodo’s traumatizing gay experiences.
“Yeah?” Aragorn asked as Frodo fell in step with him. Frodo had noticed Aragorn was the furthest away from Boromir and thought he would be safer walking with him.
“I… uh… well…” he said awkwardly.
“You wanna fuck?”
“What!?” Frodo said taken aback.
Aragorn realized that was a mistake and said, “DUCK! Look, there’s a duck over there!”
Relieved, Frodo looked where he was pointing. “Where? What are you talking about? What’s a duck?”
“It’s… uh… never mind.”
“Okay…” said Frodo, starting to look uncomfortable again.
“So, what did you want?” said Aragorn quickly.
“Um…” Frodo started, but he couldn’t think. “I don’t remember.” Frodo had a strange feeling that he didn’t want to be around Aragorn anymore. “I’ll just… go.” Frodo turned around and went to join Sam. Aragorn watched his retreating back for a moment looking slightly disappointed, and then turned and continued forward.
Frodo reached Sam and fell in step with him, not at all in the mood to discuss anything. Sam sensed his friend’s mood and refrained from asking how it went with Aragorn. Boromir was about 10 paces behind them, his eyes burning into the back of Frodo’s head. Frodo sensed it, gave a shudder, and turned around. He saw Boromir’s murderous stare and quickly turned back, putting his head down. Why does everyone think I’m gay? He thought hopelessly.