More Than Words Can Say
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,635
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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More Than Words Can Say
Title: More Than Words Can Say
Author: Cheysuli (cheysuli@gvtc.com )
Rated: R
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: In Lothlorien, Boromir comforts a guilty Pippin. Boromir/Pippin slash.
A/N: My first, last, and only Boromir/Pippin fic. Written in exchange for some lovely Gimli/Legolas icons.
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Boromir hummed softly as the Hobbit sobbed against him. When he had come to speak to the young hobbit, the last thing he had expected was to wind up with a lap full of a very upset Pippin.
The man hadn’t known what to do at first, sitting with his arms slightly raised as if he was afraid to touch the Hobbit. He had come out of his shock after barely half a moment, wrapping his arms tightly around Pippin.
Pippin had taken that as a cue to release all the tears he had held in check since Moria. The tears he had been afraid to let fall because he knew they wouldn’t stop. They wouldn’t stop.
Boromir continued to sing quietly, gently rocking the hobbit, shushing him and calming him. He ran his hands through soft hair, over pointed ears, and down Pippin’s side, hoping to get him to calm down and realize he wasn’t to blame.
Pippin’s sobs quieted but his tears continued to flow, leaving his eyes red and his cheeks flushed. He was breathing quickly, too quickly the man thought, but no longer appeared to be in any great deal of distress.
He moved away slightly, staring up at the man through half closed eyes, his cheeks flushed and his lips parted. Boromir smiled at him, leaning down to brush the barest hint of a kiss against the hobbit’s skin; his forehead, the tip of his nose, and finally, gently, against soft lips.
Pippin brought a shaking hand to the man’s face, rubbing curiously against the soft beard as he hesitantly returned the kiss, deepened it. Hands ghosted over his body, growing bolder with every whispered moan, every shiver of desire.
The kiss grew deeper, full of love and lust and comfort. Clothes were parted, bare skin revealed, and hands slipped lower, caressing and soothing.
Their movements grew more rhythmic, moving together as their pace increased. Where once were tears of grind dnd despair, only quiet gasps and breathy moans remained. They paused, and for a moment it seemed as if time itself had stopped, and tensed, releasing their pleasure and imagined guilt.
Heartbeats slowed, breathing calmed, and a pleasant lethargy overcame both Hobbit and Man. Boromir’s hand ran soothingly through Pippin’s damp hair and down his sweaty body while Pippin pressed a gentle kiss against the man’s heaving chest, thanking him for his comfort and forgiveness.
They rested there, allowing time to pass by unnoticed, until dawn’s early light brought with it the soft calls of the Fellowship.
Boromir and Pippin looked sorrowfully at each other, realizing that this would be the only time they were together in this way. They reluctantly pulled away from each other, gathering up their scattered clothes and dressing.
With one last, lingering kiss, they returned to the Fellowship, the Quest, more grief and sadness. But they knew that next time, they wouldn’t, couldn’t have each other.
And that hurt more than words could say.
~END~
Author: Cheysuli (cheysuli@gvtc.com )
Rated: R
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: In Lothlorien, Boromir comforts a guilty Pippin. Boromir/Pippin slash.
A/N: My first, last, and only Boromir/Pippin fic. Written in exchange for some lovely Gimli/Legolas icons.
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Boromir hummed softly as the Hobbit sobbed against him. When he had come to speak to the young hobbit, the last thing he had expected was to wind up with a lap full of a very upset Pippin.
The man hadn’t known what to do at first, sitting with his arms slightly raised as if he was afraid to touch the Hobbit. He had come out of his shock after barely half a moment, wrapping his arms tightly around Pippin.
Pippin had taken that as a cue to release all the tears he had held in check since Moria. The tears he had been afraid to let fall because he knew they wouldn’t stop. They wouldn’t stop.
Boromir continued to sing quietly, gently rocking the hobbit, shushing him and calming him. He ran his hands through soft hair, over pointed ears, and down Pippin’s side, hoping to get him to calm down and realize he wasn’t to blame.
Pippin’s sobs quieted but his tears continued to flow, leaving his eyes red and his cheeks flushed. He was breathing quickly, too quickly the man thought, but no longer appeared to be in any great deal of distress.
He moved away slightly, staring up at the man through half closed eyes, his cheeks flushed and his lips parted. Boromir smiled at him, leaning down to brush the barest hint of a kiss against the hobbit’s skin; his forehead, the tip of his nose, and finally, gently, against soft lips.
Pippin brought a shaking hand to the man’s face, rubbing curiously against the soft beard as he hesitantly returned the kiss, deepened it. Hands ghosted over his body, growing bolder with every whispered moan, every shiver of desire.
The kiss grew deeper, full of love and lust and comfort. Clothes were parted, bare skin revealed, and hands slipped lower, caressing and soothing.
Their movements grew more rhythmic, moving together as their pace increased. Where once were tears of grind dnd despair, only quiet gasps and breathy moans remained. They paused, and for a moment it seemed as if time itself had stopped, and tensed, releasing their pleasure and imagined guilt.
Heartbeats slowed, breathing calmed, and a pleasant lethargy overcame both Hobbit and Man. Boromir’s hand ran soothingly through Pippin’s damp hair and down his sweaty body while Pippin pressed a gentle kiss against the man’s heaving chest, thanking him for his comfort and forgiveness.
They rested there, allowing time to pass by unnoticed, until dawn’s early light brought with it the soft calls of the Fellowship.
Boromir and Pippin looked sorrowfully at each other, realizing that this would be the only time they were together in this way. They reluctantly pulled away from each other, gathering up their scattered clothes and dressing.
With one last, lingering kiss, they returned to the Fellowship, the Quest, more grief and sadness. But they knew that next time, they wouldn’t, couldn’t have each other.
And that hurt more than words could say.
~END~