Invasion of Privacy

Warning for this chapter: This will be a threesome. Don't read if you don't like.

With an almost painful feeling of torturing anticipation, Legolas wanted to nestle against Boromir in order to resume the deep kisses they had been sharing just before Aragorn had interrupted them, but the man from Gondor backed away.

“Undress,” Boromir ordered before the elf had the chance to say anything. Legolas complied wordlessly and opened the laces of his trousers with confident but slow fingers, his deep, meaningful gaze focused on Boromir who stared baith ith a transfixed face.

“What about you? Won’t you drop your clothes as well?” Legolas asked when he realized that Boromir didn’t move an inch while he was baring himself to both male humans.

“Shut up and get naked. You tortured our poor ranger long enough with your teasingly nasty promises, it’s time to finally show him the prize he’s about to receive.” Boromir noticed with satisfaction how Legolas clenched his jaw to swallow back words of protest. He wasn’t used to being talked to like that, but managed to stifle his rising anger and do as Boromir said until he had stripped down every single piece of clothing. He felt Aragorn’s desirous eyes on his back while Boromir’s hard, grim stare bore right into his face, but he didn’t flinch.

“What next?” Legolas asked with a proud, steady voice. Even though he was exposed and the others not, he refused to show any signs of vulnerability.

Boromir answered by extending his right arm towards Legolas, palm facing upwards in an alluringly inviting gesture. The elf stepped forward and took the offered hand, only to find himself crushed against Boromir a split second later. The human pulled him close until the full lengths of their bodies were pressing against one another, chest against chest, thighs against thighs, groin against groin. Although the dark leather of Boromir’s breeches was sleek and cold against the elf’s bare legs, loins an genitals, Legolas was starting to burn up. He shivered at the intense expression in Boromir's eyes, suddenly so full of desire and admiration, and then let his lids fall when the man drew his mouth into an ardent kiss. A small groan escaped from his throat when Legolas felt the human's hands slide over his hips and cup his smooth buttocks with tender pressure. For a few moments Boromir massaged and caressed the delicate flesh, luring lovely sounds of pleasure from the elven lips he plundered so hungrily. When one of his fingertips brushed the elf's tight opening he felt that Legolas held his breath in expectation of agitating stimulation. With a faint smile the human warrior started to slowly trail the ring of muscle, drawing tiny, teasing circles on the sensitive skin that was faintly jerking in response. A a w a while of intimate caresses, he felt Legolas shift and wind in his embrace in unsuccessful attempt to take in the toying digit.

"Impatient, aren't we?" Boromir growled in a low voice, the weak smile still upon his lips, and tightened his grip on the elf's right buttock with his not so busy hand. Legolas gasped softly when the human warrior then spread him leisurely, displaying the secret spot his rough finger was gently playing with to Aragorn who almost forgot to breathe at the sight of Boromir touching the blond archer in this way.

Boromir carefully pulled the delicate buttocks further apart, widening the narrow, twitching opening a little, but still didn't enter it entirely. He started to slowly push into Legolas, but slipped in only to the first joint of his finger, twisted a bit, and then pulled out again, ignoring the disappointed grunt of the elf. He continued to rub and stroke his fingertip along and over the now expanded but still tight hole, occasionally dipping in only to withdraw again a second later. Within seconds, heavy shudders rippled through the slender body in his arms. The lustful, unsatisfied pants that hit Boromir’s ear only encouraged him to go on teasing his lover mercilessly, and so he continued until the elf was shaking with unfulfilled need, his body rocking against the torturing hand in the desperate try to impale himself .

“Please…” The plea slipped from Legolas’ mouth before he could think about it, but it didn’t have the desired effect. Boromir didn’t comply.

“Not yet,” he told the excited elf.

“Why not?” Legolas breathed, his voice shaky from the arousal.

“Everything at the proper time.”

“What do you want?”

“Make me come first,” Boromir required. “And make it quick. We don’t have all the time in the world for this. We’ve been away from camp far too long already.”

Without the slightest hesitance, Legolas groped his way past the human’s waistband and closed a confident hand over the swollen hardness he found there.

“I see no difficulty about it,” the elf whispered back as his skillful strokes let Boromir’s breathing hitch.

Aragorn’s breath got caught in his throat once more when he witnessed how Legolas’ hand vanished in Boromir’s trousers and instantly found a perfect stroking pace. Burning eyes fixed on the rhythmically moving bulge of Legolas’ working hand in the other human’s pants, he wasn’t even aware of his own hands loosening the straps of his breeches. Aragorn was painfully aroused just from watching the other ones’ foreplay and the touch of his own hand partially eased the uncomfortable feeling of neglect and unsatisfied need. Once freed from its restraints of clothing, the hot, familiar solidness nestled against his rough palm as he closed his fist in a way he knew he would enjoy. He had to muster quite some self-control to resist the frantic urge to fall into a harder rhythm that surely would unleash his pent-up lust within seconds, bringing it all to an end for him before it had even begun. Judging from the intensity of Legolas’ ministrations and the tiny but hard to miss involuntary bucking of Boromir’s hips, Aragorn wasn’t the only one close to completion. Not knowing for how long he could hold out anymore, the ranger was more than glad when he heard a muffled groan fleeing from the other human’s throat. It was the first sound of arousal that had come from Boromir since this had started and Aragorn assumed that it had to mean he was very, very close. But instead of letting the elf rub him to his climax, Boromir suddenly clasped his hand around Legolas’ moving forearm, and a sharp, startled sounding pant from the elf made Aragorn’s gaze snap up from Boromir’s crotch to Legolas’ head.

Legolas gasped in surprise when Boromir roughly pulled the elven hand from his straining erection, grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him around in a more than abrupt manner. The elf’s gaze locked with Aragorn’s while one of Boromir’s hands clamped on his hip. The other large, warm palm came to rest between Legolas’ shoulder blades. Before the elf could fully take in the overwhelmingly erotic sight of Aragorn stroking his own, fully erect member, the strong hands of his human lover forced him into anotheore ore unfortunate position. Legolas could hear a strange, abrupt sound from the ranger – probably a blurt of protest – as Boromir bent him over as far as the archer’s flexibility would allow it.

He didn’t have to brace himself for being claimed, his muscles were as relaxed as possible. atteattew brw brusque the invasion he was expecting was going to be, his body would grant it without difficulty. His opening was practically self-dilating in anticipation of accommodating Boromir’s remarkable erection. Shivers of lust vibrated through him when he thought of the filling sensation that had taken him by storm the one time Boromir had penetrated him the other day. He was fed up with all the teasing and caressing, he needed more. More friction, deep thrusts, fierce rhythm and pace. But instead of hot and stretching solidness sliding deep into his yearning body, he felt a few warm, long spurts gush over the waiting crevice of his rear. Not even a second later, deft fingers resumed their work and very patiently spread the sticky, thick liquid, slowly smearing it along the elf’s cleft as well as over and into the with want pulsating orifice.

“Why… do you… torture me so…?” Legolas asked between heavy breaths and tried to sound annoyed, but his frustration didn’t manage to outdo his huge excitement and arousal.

“It would surprise me if you couldn’t answer this question for yourself, Legolas. After all it is you who mastered the skill of torturing other beings…” Boromir said with a from his climax somewhat shaky yet dangerous sounding voice. “You want to quit playing around? Then get on your knees! And open your eyes, I want you to look at the ranger.”

Aragorn’s hand stilled around his still unbelievably swollen erection the second their eyes locked. Legolas manoeuvred himself into a for Boromir more than inviting position, knees and hands stemmed into the earthy forest ground, legs spread, the promising curve of his rear pushed up and out as if begging for being taken. Aragorn was sure that this vision would haunt him for the rest of his life.

“What do you want me to do?” Boromir asked and sank down on his knees as well, right behind Legolas.

“Lick me… Like you did the other day… at the river,” the elf managed to voice his request, his cloudy eyes still focused on Aragorn’s face who wished for nothing else than to be in Boromir’s place right now.

“*Lick* you? Right after I came all over your sluttish backside? I don’t think so…” Boromir muttered and without warning slid the full length of his finger into the usually hidden opening of the archer’s body that now lay utterly exposed and at his mercy in front of him. The gradual, smooth motion caused a helpless, longing whimper to burst out of Legolas, who gratefully arched his back to grant the penetrating finger better access. Even though this wasn’t exactly what he had asked for, he gave a long, content sigh when Boromir started to move his finger inside of him, pulling out and prodding in with unhurried, unsteady rhythm. Legolas was hot and slirounround him, his narrow inner walls relaxed and slippery from Boromir's own essences that had been spent in this secret place mere moments ago.

After gently stimulating Legolas from the inside for a while, Boromir pulled his index finger free and immediately replaced it with the middle finger of the same hand. It went in dry but without any difficulty, and slid out again fully coated with sticky, milky body fluid. For a moment, Boromir fingered the elf with an even slower pace bef before, his two digits taking turns so they both stayed moist and slick instead of drying in thrm arm air of the sunny day, but he didn’t wait too long until he entered with both fingers at the same time. He closed his eyes for a moment to fully concentrate on the slithery, hot skin that was clamping his exploring fingers, so soft and yielding yet tightly squeezing. He couldn't keep himself from letting a small groan slip when he once more drove his fingers into the willing opening, lunging into the firm lock of moist, silky skin. When Legolas' rectal muscles twitched again, hard this time, and gripped the human's fingers in a rigid squeeze, Boromir lost control and quickly slid his left hand onto the elf's right buttock to spread the luring crevice and help himself to even more access.

An abrupt, loud groan erupted from Legolas' swollen lips when Boromir slipped two additional fingertips into the nervously jerking opening. The elf writhed, his trembling arms and legs threatening to give way, and the human held completely still for a few moments, allowing Legolas to adjust to the new sensation. When he felt the archer's tight ring of muscle relax a bit again, he started to slowly urge both of the additional fingers towards the other two that were waiting motionlessly, buried as deeply in the elven body as they would go. The new intruders had a little more trouble gaining full entrance than the first fingers since it was getting tight now, and Legolas' involuntarily clenching and contracting inner walls didn't make things easier, but at last they glided up into the elf's body up to the hilt. Boromir's own liquids he had worked into the elf not long ago were serving as most excellent lubricant indeed.

Once all four fingers stuck in Legolas all the way, Boromir slowly pulled back, sliding out of the slippery, tight heat, just to plunge back in with again all slick digits at once. Legolas hissed sharply, his hands desperately curling into the dark earth beneath them, but still held Aragorn’s burning stare. He started to voice more constant and intense sounds of sensual pleasure when Boromir repeated the motion a few more times and then started to move his fingers deep within him, at first gently but all too soon with more pressure, pulling him apart with slow and careful determination, opening the elf up for what was to follow soon.

"Boromir!" Legolas blurted out when the warrior spread his fingers within him, stretching him wide open, and quickly moved one of his arms to claw his hand to Boromir’s wrist, but his grip wasn’t firm enough to affect the human’s actions. And then, in a shivering whisper: "Please..."

"Please what?" Boromir wanted to know, slightly curling up his fingers that impaled the elf. Ignoring the slender, trembling hand that was grasping him, he continued to gently flex the elastic walls that surrounded his digits.

"I...this...please..." Legolas panted, his eyelids threatening to flutter close, his hand clinging to Boromir's wrist in pure despair.

"Please what, Legolas?" the warrior repeated with another twist of his probing fingers that forced a beautiful moan from the elf's wet lips.

"More…" Legolas groaned, his hand leaving Boromir’s wrist in order to press into the ground again so the elf wouldn’t lose his balance.

Boromir complied eagerly, prodding in as deep as he could possibly get. The harsh and abrupt movement of his hand thrust Legolas light body a little forward and caused him to finally shut his eyes. The elf bit down on his lower lip to keep back a cry that lingered in the back of his throat and waited to burst from him, produced by those filling, pushing and caressing fingers that wound inside of him. It felt as if Boromir was about to tear him apart, each finger of his pushing and twisting, ngernger and stronger. The restless fingers had worked him open mercilessly by now and Legolas thought that he could take no more, that he would split if Boromir proceeded. He never before had been opened up by somebody like this, and the mere thought of Boromir enfolding him uncompromisingly in front of Aragorn's eager eyes almost made him come. His mind was clouded by the delicious pain and his unsatisfied desire in such a strong way that he was hardly aware of Boromir talking to him. He could only focus on those torturing, stimulating fingers that dove deeply, rubbed teasingly and twisted harshly.

“… want him?” Boromir’s voice reached his ears, very faintly.

“What?” Legolas managed to ask in nothing more than a whisper.

“I said, do you still want him?!”

Another very hard stroke, exactly over the spot that made stars dance in front of his eyes, and this time, Legolas couldn’t bite back the harsh groan.

“Yes,” he answered then, his voice trembling with raw lust.

“You will get him,” Boromir assured him grimly, and before Legolas could react, manoeuvred aro around so that the elf’s rear was no longer facing towards him, but towards Aragorn. Glistening blue eyes glazed with desire met flaming dark, green ones for the shortest of moments, but their gazes were torn apart when Boromir forced the upper part of Legolas’ body down by pulling the elven arms to either sides, robbing the archer of his hold and balance. Once Legolas’ head was pressing against the forest ground while his hips were still pushed up, Boromir placed one of his knees in the nape of the elf’s neck to prevent him from straightening up again. The man from Gondor heard that Legolas muttered something that must be an elven curse, but the archer didn’t start any active attempts to free himself.

"Come closer," Boromir told Aragorn, the hoarseness of his voice revealing that he hadn’t fully recovered from his climax yet. The ranger complied wordlessly and approached the couple, his heart pounding madly and his mouth totally dry from thrilling anticipation and excitement. Amused, Boromir watched Aragorn swallowing hard, concerned gaze ranging over the elf's arched marble back.

"What are you waiting for?" the man from Gondor asked, faintly smiling at Aragorn's hesitance. The ranger shifted his gaze from the heavily breathing elf to Boromir's noble face and swallowed again, nervously.

"Trust me, he is ready for you," Boromir said encouragingly. "Go on, help yourself. And remember that he prefers it the rough way…"

Aragorn tried to read the expression in Boromir’s eyes, but it was impossible for him to tell what his comrade’s intentions were. The ranger wasn’te whe whether Boromir only told the truth, or whether he wanted to punish Legolas by inciting Aragorn to take the elf as coarsely as possible. A part of him wanted to punish the archer as well, for his arrogance and brazenness to play himself and Boromir off against each other, but another part of him was too decent to just give in to this carnal, egoistic urge. Not daring to breathe, he dropped his gaze from Boromir’s face to Legolas’ submissive body again and reached out with both hands, carefully touching the blond archer’s smooth and slippery buttocks. A small, hopeful sound slipped from Legolas’ mouth as Aragorn’s fingers fluttered over his sensitive skin in a wordless question for approval.

Assured that the elf was consenting to his plans, Aragorn edged closer towards Legolas until the tip of his erection easily slid into the inviting crack of the elf’s rear. The ranger had feared that he wouldn’t find the entrance with the first try or that it would be difficult to penetrate this tiny hidden orifice he abouabout tolorelore, but now as he was having a go at it, it felt like the most natural and easiest thing in the world. As if this was what he had waited for his whole life. He didn’t have to think about what to do. He just followed the impulses and let his body dominate over his mind, let his hands hold Legolas’ hips as his own hips moved forward with determination.

Once his stiff member’s swollen head was in, tightly buried in moist warmth, Aragorn paused to let the consuming feeling of overwhelming arousal sink in completely. He had intended to stay still for a little longer, but when he felt Legolas contracting around the most sensitive part of his body he couldn’t help pushing forward with a groan, shoving himself as deeply as possible into the being that was stuck beneath him. Legolas, whose head was still pinned to the ground by Boromir’s knee, voiced a trembling, lustful whimper at this untender but most welcome intrusion. The ranger's shaft was long and hard inside of him as it was embedded in his most intimate depths, surrounded by tight but soft inner walls that had been so thoroughly flexed by Boromir’s active fingers.

Decency was forgotten the second Aragorn actually acquired entrance into the wondrous ethereal body of his friend, and once his rationality was gone his inhibitions dwindled away, too. All too soe fee fell into a forceful and harsh rhythm that left Legolas no time for adaptiHe sHe saw the elf arch his back in attempt to adjust, but he couldn't stop himself from descending on the slender, quaking form again and again, pressing and thrusting ha and and faster with every heartbeat. Sensual pleasure was avalanching over him until every fibre of his body was set on fire. The sensation was so overwhelming and intoxicating that Aragorn could not have curbed his desires if Legolas had screamed in pain and thrashed about in sheer agony.

Driven by the last small spark of propriety and concern that was still left, Aragorn leaned a little forward and slid one of his hands from Legolas’ hip to his front. Keeping up the intensity of his thrusts, he groped for the elf’s member and, when smooth, hot solidness nestled against his palm like iron velvet, closed his hand with just enough force to make Legolas whimper with need. Aragorn felt how the elf angled his pelvis in order to get the hardest possible friction from the ranger’s fist, and realizing that Legolas was more than enjoying their wicked activities, he slammed into the willing, pale body with even more impact. Beautiful, trance-like sounds erupted from the elf at regular intervals now, and soon elvish snippets mingled with the melodious groans. Boromir who couldn’t understand a word assumed that the soft babble was just incoherent, feverish speech with no meaning to it. Only when suddenly Aragorn chimed in, Boromir realized that the elf was not launching out any nonsense, but was in fact talking to the ranger. Aragorn’s Elvish was pale in comparison to the dulcet, tender manner-of-speaking of Legolas, but it flowed off his tongue effortlessly, as if it was his first language.

Feeling more than uneasy with the current situation, Boromir wanted to put an end to the secret conversation of his comrades. Since Aragorn didn’t seem to take any notice of Boromir anymore, the man from Gondor assumed that it wouldn’t help if he just spoke to the ranger. Chances were high that he only would be ignored. With that thought in mind and the nagging wish to cut off a dialogue he wasn’t able to follow, Boromir did something he never would have dreamed of. Before Aragorn could say one more Elvish word, Boromir leaned forward and kissed him.

The ranger’s eyes shot open with a start, and when his lips parted in a surprised gasp, Boromir took the chance to intensify the kiss. He pressed against Aragorn’s open mouth with determination that didn’t leave room for denial, and his tongue penetrated virtually unhindered. Before Boromir even realized what he had started, Aragorn overcame the shock and reacted with surprising enthusiasm. He kissed back with rough passion, curiously meeting Boromir’s exploring tongue with his own. Now it was Boromir’s turn to gasp softly, taken by surprise by the unexpected sense of delight that was washing over him. The ranger tasted so very different from Legolas, but not in the least less interesting. And, Boromir noted, he was a very gifted kisser. In fact so gifted that Boromir sensed a comfortable, familiar heat slowly growing in his groin. Only few moments later, Boromir felt himself slowly but surely getting hard again which made him forget about Legolas for a moment. As a result, the elf easily managed to wind away from under the distracted human’s knee.

Once straightened up between the two broad, warm humans, Legolas let his forehead sink on Boromir’s solidly muscled shoulder. Neither of the Men complained about this new position, or maybe they were just to caught up in their excessive kissing to bother. One of Boromir’s hands had travelled up to Aragorn's head to pull him closer, and now as the new arrangement of the three bodies allowed them to move closer together, his other hand grabbed the ranger's waist, hard. Aragorn groaned loudly, half in pain and half in bliss, without disconnecting from the other human’s mouth. Greedily drawing Boromir's lower lip in between his teeth, Aragorn tightly closed both his arms around Legolas’ ribcage to have a better hold on him while he took him.

Boromir shivered as he felt the elf’s lips brushing over his sensitized skin just before Legolas bit his shoulder in order to suppress a sob that threatened to break from him. The impulse to pull away from the pain was smothered by more pleasing sensations when Legolas pushed a hand between them and grasped both of their erections at once, pressing them together while he rubbed them with fast, firm strokes. Legolas was rocked up against him again and again with each thrust Aragorn accomplished and the slender elven body was shaken violently by the overwhelmingly filling sensation of the ranger moving so forcefully inside of him. The archer felt tears pricking at the corners of his eyes and started to energetically suck on Boromir's neck to stifle a scream of both pain and pleasure. Eyes shut tight, Legolas felt Boromir arch his neck into the touch of his bruising lips and nipping teeth.

Feeling his climax rushing in on him, Aragorn picked up pace. Driven by insane lust that was clouding his mind, he intensified his long, powerful strokes that plunged into his elven comrade with almost brutal impact. With a guttural, loud moan, he fully pulled out of Legolas, just to slam back in again totally unrestrained, hurling his entire length into the hot, narrow lock of velvety, clamping skin. Legolas groaned against Boromir's neck on which he had produced an impressive, purple love bite by now. While his right hand lay motionless on his own and Boromir’s erect members, the fingers of his left dug into the human warrior’s taut flesh as he clung to him, his delicate frame quaking from the rough, deep pushes that seemed to split him. Then he felt one of Boromir’s hands on the back of his head, holding him almost tenderly, and it soothed him greatly.

Legolas slanted into the easing caress of Boromir’s palm and simultaneously tightened his grasp around their erections, again starting to work his hand up and down with unsteady but intense strokes. When a grateful, relishing moan escaped the son of the Steward, Legolas turned his head and lasciviously wetted his lips at the enticing sight of the two male humans sharing deep, intimate kisses, their mouths meeting over Legolas’ shoulder. He couldn't help leaning in to them more closely, slipping out his tongue to graze it along the tight junction of the others’ bruising mouths. He was welcomed eagerly, both men opening their sore lips to him, inviting him to join in. For a moment all three of them shared deep kisses, moist tongues sliding over and between glowing lips, teeth nibbling on wet skin, greedy mouths sucking, exploring, moaning. And all the while Legolas was being pushed into Boromir's comfortably cushioning body in a frantic rhythm, Aragorn's deep thrusts sending vibrations through all of them in a passionate chain reaction. Together, the three spiralled towards release, their climaxes building up with fiery pressure and burning fervour.

Legolas came first. He lost the last bit of control he had had over his trembling body and surrendered to the violent, enormous convulsions that took him over completely. His legs gave in, but he was wedged between his two companions so tightly that he did not fall. Limbs slack and frame quaking savagely, he hung between them and couldn't help screaming out his release that claimed his body, mind and soul. His wildly contracting muscles clamped tightly around Aragorn's hard, thick flesh, causing the man to pant in ecstasy and pump even quicker and deeper, while the elf's milky essences shot from the hurtfully swollen tip of his own erection in several long, lusciously painful gushes, bursting all over Boromir's front side.

Still flying with the onslaught of his fierce orgasm, Legolas felt Aragorn driving into his prostrate with each blustery plunge while Boromir got hold of his not yet softened cock and miraculously forced another surging flood of hot, sticky liquids from him. The combination of both men stimulatinm mem mercilessly although he had already reached his peak elevated Legolas higher and higher and he cried out again since it was everything he could do to somewhat counterbalance the immense sensual pleasure. Thnsatnsation was so intense that he feared he could faint from it. Stars were dancing in front of his eyes, the whole world was spinning around him and he heard himself groan and sob with terrifying force, almost not recognising the loud, whimpering voice as his own. Suddenly a warm mouth closed over his, muffling his strong vocal outbursts. Legolas sucked on it in gratitude, clung his trembling lips to Boromir's in hot despair, and the warrior’s hand that had never left the back of his head supported him, held him close.

Only seconds later, Aragorn lost his long battle with stamina and with one last, powerful thrust spent himself in his elven friend. His climax was stressed by an animalistic groan and a rough, but short shudder, and his strong arms clenched Legolas' upper part of the body to force him still so he could press his final stroke as deeply as possible. Legolas whimpered into Boromir's cherishing mouth when the sweet spot inside of him was crushed with this last, ultimate shove, and then lost balance when the ranger glided out of his liquid-filled opening. As soon as Aragorn let go of him, the needed support was lost and the elf instantly collapsed to the ground. Legolas felt both men grabbing him by his arms with startled gasps. They obviously hadn't expected him to be as weakened and worn-out as he actually was, but he only shook his head and refused to let them drag him to his knees again. There was no way he was going to take up an upright position in the next moments.

Legolas just lay there for some seconds, trying to catch his breath and relishing the post-orgasmic thrill that was sparking through his exhausted body. The rough stimulation of Aragorn's cock and Boromir's fingers had led to a slightly burning sensation of being sore and overstretched. He felt the rich mixture of Aragorn's and Boromir's fused liquids leaking out of him in slow, gluey streamlets, and some of his own essences drying across his stomach. Eyes ed, ed, he drew peace from the soft rustling of the leaves in the trees that surrounded them and the coolish blades of grass his recovering body was resting on.

"Legolas...?" Aragorn asked softly, obviously concerned about the elf's condition. His breathing was still heavy, almost blatant in this sudden quietness that had come over them.

"Are you well?" Boromir added with a worried tone and touched the blond male by his shoulder, gently squeezing. Legolas only nodded and then, after some more moments of appreciating the calmness, pushed himself up on his knees again.

“Stand,” the elf instructed Boromir who obeyed before realizing what Legolas was about to do. The man from Gondor gasped softly when the archer grasped him by his slim hips, obviously planning to release Boromir from his lasting erection with his skilful mouth, but be he he could take him in, the human captured the elf's chin in his large palm and held him back. Confused, Legolas tilted his head back and looked up to his lover, brows furrowed in silent question.

"You don't need to, Legolas," Boromir said softly and stroked the smooth cheek with his big, rough thumb. "You are foreworn and exhausted. Don't do it only because you feel obliged to it."

"Let me..." Aragorn suddenly said with a hoarse voice, drawing both Legolas' and Boromir's attention towards him before the elf had a chance to react to Boromir’atematement. Legolas nodded faintly, a weak smile crossing his features, turned his head to place a loving kiss on Boromir's finger and then limberly crawled aside again to rest on the soft, comforting moss of the forest ground. Without further explanations, Aragorn stepped closer to the younger human and slowly sank on his knees in front of him. Boromir held his breath in both uncertainness and anticipation, his gaze full of disbelief when he looked down to the dark ranger who returned the stare, only that his dark eyes were expressing hesitance and, much to Boromir's surprise, desire. It was more than clear that the ranger longed for the blond, beautiful elf, but that Aragorn would ever look at him like this, Boromir had never considered posible.

"Will you let me taste you?" Aragorn asked in a whisper that sent shivers up Boromir's spine. He only managed to give a single, short nod, his breath still choked back in his throat while the ranger gently placed his rough hands on the other man's damp, firm hips.

The restrained breath broke free with a loud groan when Aragorn wrapped his lips around the head of Boromir's erection and then slid down, abruptly embedding him in the moist, hot cave of his mouth. He started sucking in an instant, causing Boromir to bury both his hands in Aragorn's dark hair with a throaty squawk.

"Careful..." Boromir instructed in ragged gasps, his hands winding in the dark mass of dirty hair. Aragorn obeyed, doing what he could to swirl his wet tongue around the other man's impressive erection as slowly and teasingly as possible, savouring each and every inch of smooth, glowing flesh he explored.

"That's it," Boromir muttered under his breath, his eyelids fluttering close in sheer pleasure. "Oh, that's... don't stop, that's it... Aragorn -"

His comrades name burst from Boromir's lips, peaking in a heavy groan as Aragorn slightly intensified his carnal ministrations and sped up his motions. The ranger moaned and closed his eyes too when the other human started to involuntarily thrust in his mouth, driving his hot, hard flesh into him as if he wanted to spear the back of Aragorn’s head. The ranger passionately twisted his tongue around the sleek, swollen crown and gingerly grazed his teeth along the thick shaft, relishing the deep, uncurbed groans that were high above him, encouraging him to proceed.

"I wish you could see yourself right now," he suddenly heard Legolas' purring voice from his left. Aragorn opened his eyes and shifted his gaze towards the elf without stopping to suck on the man from Gondor. Legolas watched them, his usually starry eyes curtained with lust, his perfect lips slightly parted in concentration. In an odd way, the sight turned Aragorn on enormously, and he had to dig his fingers into Boromir's taut skin more firmly in order to suppress an evident shudder.

"Aragorn, please..." Legolas begged after some more moments of witnessing Aragorn's eager lips sliding up and down Boromir's solid erection. "I want to see him come to release in your mouth. Finish him for me."

Determined to bring Boromir to his climax as quickly as possible, Aragorn put even more effort in his actions which, according to the tremors that started to take over Boromir’s body, had the effect both Aragorn and Legolas were hoping for. The hands in the ranger’s hair closed to tightts, ts, painfully tearing at dark strands in a to and fro oflingling close and pushing away, until Boromir’s whole body froze abruptly, each and every single muscle tensing. Aragorn's eyes fluttered open and he raised his gaze, never stopping to lick and suck fervently at the swollen length that pushed into his mouth, just in time to catch the magical momen
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Pure emotion took control over Boromir's features, erratic pants erupting from his parted lips, while his body suddenly started quaking all over. Thick, hot liquid poured over Aragorn's ardently working tongue and showered his palate, quickly filling the cave of his mouth. Boromir's cheeks flushed, his eyes shut tight and his jaw clenched in strain, then loosened with relief, while his fluids streamed and pulsated into his rightful king. The gush of hot, bitter seed was so explosive and lush that some of it overflowed, dripping past glowing, sore lips and down a darkly bearded chin, and Aragorn couldn’t help wondering how there could be so much of it left after such a huge amount of Boromir's liquids had already spouted over Legolas’ backside not long ago.

With another deep groan, Boromir let his head fall forward, making his hair sweep over his shoulders, drop into his face and glue to the sweaty, flushed skin while calmer shuddand and convulsions rippled through his body, slowly diminishing. Aragorn stared mesmerised, gently letting Boromir slip out of his mouth and absently swallowing the salty liquids, all the while clinging to the other man's hips. He found that Boromir had never looked more vulnerable, purer, more glorious than in this very moment.

Suddenly, Boromir sank down on his knees in front of him so they were on one level. His eyes were still closed, his broad chest was heaving quickly and the peacefulness that emanated from him touched something inside Aragorn. He suddenly felt the urge to reach out and caress the younger man's hair and face, to feel the heated sweat of ecstasy he had caused to arise on the sun-tanned skin. He expected Boromir to shy away from his touch, but to his surprise the son of the Steward cocked his head a little and leaned into the gentle caress. Before he knew what he was doing, Aragorn bent forward and lowered his lips on Boromir’s mouth. He felt a large, warm hand wind into the hair at the nape of his neck in wordless approval, but neither of them deepened the kiss.

“I’m tired,” Boromir murmured once their lips were disconnected again, his fingers still playing with strands of the ranger’s dark hair.

”Doesn’t surprise me,” Aragorn said with a weak smile.

“No,” Boromir agreed and returned the smile faintly, and only a few seconds later they both lay sprawled on the forest floor, face to face.

“I’m not going to thank you for this,” Boromir declared in a sleepy voice when he noticed the expectant expression in Aragorn’s eyes.

“I know,” the other human replied calmly. Boromir’s hand was still fondling his neck and he closed his eyes, allowing himself to enjoy the tender sensation after all the rough, fast sex.

“This won’t happen again,” Boromir added as he leaned a little closer and placed a final, gentle kiss on Aragorn’s temple. Aragorsn’tsn’t sure whether his brother-in-arms meant the wild activities that had happened between the three of them today, or the intimate tenderness that somehow had developed between only the two of them just now. But when Legolas crouched closer and wound his arms around Boromir from behind, causing the man from Gondor to turn in the embrace and face the elf, Aragorn understood that he meant both.

He saw Legolas’ hands caressing Boromir’s broad back, heard the soft sound of lips engaging in affectionate kisses, and realized that after all, he was left out in the cold again. Eventually Aragorn understood that he was again where he had started off, and although he was still gaining pleasant feelings from the aftermath of orgasm, the realization left a bitter aftertaste.

~ to be continued in "Enjoy the Silence" ~