AraBoro ficlet
Jun. 6th, 2005 10:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
moldavaJust because my resident Boromir has been whining for a while that he's bored and that I work too much and never let him have any fun ;)
Title: Friends
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moldava
Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Rating: R-ish
Disclaimer: they're not mine, regretfully
Boromir sat at the very edge of the small camp.
His green eyes burned under hooded lids as he studied his companions, considering his options.
Ignoring the wizard, the dwarf and the hobbits, his gaze settled on the two remaining members of the Fellowship. The Gondorian's lips curved in a sneer as his eyes travelled the slim length of the elf's body, finding nothing to hold their attention. Then they turned to the last one, the one who from the start had made his loins burn.
Yes, the ranger would be a hot one to have, but Boromir had a feeling that Aragorn would not be particularly amenable to seeing things from this point of view...
Boromir looked up at the massing clouds and drew his cloak tighter around his body. He knew himself.. He knew his own appetites and needs.. They were strong, they burned fiercely and when they possessed him little else held meaning for him..
The road would be long, and the demands of his body were going to make themselves heard long before the Fellowship reached a place where he could find relief.
The Captain of Gondor was alone amid strangers this time, no Faramir, no complacent warrior from his guard needing to scratch the same itch..
And the need was there, clamouring loudly, shouting at Boromir’s senses and making his body restless and burning under the cover of the cloak.
The green eyes lingered on the dark-haired ranger, yearning and hungry. They moved over his body like a touch, their gaze so intense that by the time it reached Aragorn's face it was met by cool blue eyes, returning the gaze as intently, with a vaguely challenging look in them.
Boromir just smiled and shrugged, but still the ranger seemed to read something in his eyes, something that intrigued him, because a small frown knitted his dark brows and he kept studying Boromir even after the warrior from Gondor rose and stretched, saying he would patrol the woods around their camp.
***
Having dutifully checked the dense woods and ascertained that any enemy nearing their camp would be heard long before it could become a danger by the keen ears of the elf or the ranger, Boromir sat down on a mossy fallen trunk and closed his eyes, breathing in the damp green scent of the forest and slowly letting go of the tight control he'd been exercising on himself.
With each single breath he exhaled, the demands of his body came to life, screaming for his attention and taking over his senses.
He sighed softly, letting himself feel... feel how his skin began to tingle and his nipples tightened into hard peaks under the layers of his clothing, feel how the blood rushed to his groin making it warm and heavy, making it pulse as if it had a life of its own.
While a hand remained on the hilt of his sword, wariness an inbred instinct, the other crept to the lacings of his pants and untied them, slipping inside and pulling out his thick cock. His fingers wrapped loosely around it as behind his closed lids Boromir imagined other another hand... the palm covered in leather made soft by long wear, the fingers roughened by sword and reins.. He licked his suddenly dry lips and wondered how they would feel, how fast would they move, how tight would they squeeze..
Blood pounded in his ears, obscenely loud in the stillness of the woods, and Boromir sunk his teeth deep into his lip, preparing to stifle the cry that would soon come as he began to speed up his rhythm.
The cry never came, it turned into a shocked gasp as a hand closed around his wrist, vise-like, and stopped his movement.
Boromir’s eyes flew open, though he already knew whose hand it was that held him in its grip. The feel of the leather against his skin was unmistakable and it made him want to moan. Only the sharpness of the teeth digging into his bottom lip kept the sound back.
“So this is your problem.. Is this why you were watching me with hunger in your eyes, son of Gondor?” Aragorn’s tone was non-committal, his grip on Boromir’s wrist however had relented a bit and a rough-skinned, callused thumb was moving along the pulsing vein, more than a touch, less than a caress.
“My needs are mine alone...” Boromir growled, but the light pressure on his pulse point was feeling too good to deny, and somehow it travelled all through his body and reached his momentarily neglected cock, making it fill again and jerk in the slackened grip of his fingers.
The boring blue eyes immediately read the flash of arousal on Boromir’s face and homed in on his stiffening shaft. A slow grin curled the ranger’s thin lips.
“Am I interfering with your activities? I see that the warrior’s friend has been keeping busy..” Aragorn’s voice was soft and even, still it irked Boromir and made him retort back angrily.
“The warrior’s friend is what he has to resort to when he does not have true friends around, friends who are willing to help..”
“Well, you just said your needs are yours alone. That’s the wrong attitude to take if you’d like a friend to step in with a helping hand..” The ranger’s voice was like pepper and honey at the same time, or so Boromir’s cock seemed to think.
A light film of sweat now beaded the Gondorian’s upper lip and his breath was laboured. Easy to write it off to the heavy, humid air of the forest... nothing to do with the thumb still rubbing mindlessly the sensitive patch of skin between arm and hand left bare by the vanbrace.
“Gondor has no friends in the Fellowship, I am on my own..” Boromir hissed, afraid to betray with his voice the pleasure that rubbing thumb was giving him, striving to keep the ranger’s blue eyes locked with his so that he could not see his renewed erection.
“Now, that is not true. We are both men, we should be true companions... friends... So let me ask again, friend Boromir.. Is there anything I can do for you? Something I can help you with?”
Boromir wanted to speak.. He didn’t know himself what the answer would have been, but his mouth was too dry to form words and Aragorn did not wait for an answer anyway, he just went on murmuring in that insanely soft voice that made the warrior from Gondor want to drown in it.
“You don’t trust me, such a pity is that.. Maybe a gesture of friendship on my side will prove that I am sincere..”
The hand that had been gripping Boromir’s wrist released it. The warrior sighed, in reluctant relief, then gasped when the leather-clad palm wrapped around his cock, pushing his own fingers away.
“See? Friends help each other, friends know what each other needs and are willing to lend a hand..”
Boromir closed his eyes, concentrating on feeling... It was as he had imagined.. The leather was smooth, worn by use, by gripping a sword hilt in much the way it was now gripping his cock.. firm and assured.. knowing.. The rough-skinned thumb that had been driving Boromir crazy with its lazy stroking of his wrist now moved purposefully up the thick shaft, circled the swollen head and explored the slit, spreading the fluid collecting there.
He could hear his harsh breathing and he could smell Aragorn – leather, sweat and smoke. It all combined to increase his arousal, his need for release.
“Friends tell each other things.. what they’re feeling.. or at least they allow them to read things in their eyes.. Open your eyes, friend Boromir..”
Boromir found he could not resist Aragorn’s velvety drawl, it was too compelling, even when the tone was soft and low like this. His lids opened to reveal green eyes that had grown as dark and murky as the deep of the forest itself.
Whatever it was that Aragorn read in them, it pleased him, because he hummed in approval and sped the movement of his hand, tightening the grip and making Boromir whimper, then growl as release hit while both men watched the jets of pearly come land on Aragorn’s hand and on Boromir’s tunic.
Weakened by the sheer force of his climax, Boromir could only stare in fascinated amazement as Aragorn let go of his softened cock and lifted the sticky gloved palm to his mouth, carefully cleaning with his tongue every trace of come. When he was satisfied with the job done, he smiled at the spent warrior, that smile of his that always seemed to show more teeth than there should reasonably be.
“Friends?” the ranger asked softly, with a last lick at his bottom lip.
Boromir nodded, still unable to form words.
“Good, then next time it is your turn to help a friend in need.”
Title: Friends
Author:
moldavaPairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Rating: R-ish
Disclaimer: they're not mine, regretfully
Boromir sat at the very edge of the small camp.
His green eyes burned under hooded lids as he studied his companions, considering his options.
Ignoring the wizard, the dwarf and the hobbits, his gaze settled on the two remaining members of the Fellowship. The Gondorian's lips curved in a sneer as his eyes travelled the slim length of the elf's body, finding nothing to hold their attention. Then they turned to the last one, the one who from the start had made his loins burn.
Yes, the ranger would be a hot one to have, but Boromir had a feeling that Aragorn would not be particularly amenable to seeing things from this point of view...
Boromir looked up at the massing clouds and drew his cloak tighter around his body. He knew himself.. He knew his own appetites and needs.. They were strong, they burned fiercely and when they possessed him little else held meaning for him..
The road would be long, and the demands of his body were going to make themselves heard long before the Fellowship reached a place where he could find relief.
The Captain of Gondor was alone amid strangers this time, no Faramir, no complacent warrior from his guard needing to scratch the same itch..
And the need was there, clamouring loudly, shouting at Boromir’s senses and making his body restless and burning under the cover of the cloak.
The green eyes lingered on the dark-haired ranger, yearning and hungry. They moved over his body like a touch, their gaze so intense that by the time it reached Aragorn's face it was met by cool blue eyes, returning the gaze as intently, with a vaguely challenging look in them.
Boromir just smiled and shrugged, but still the ranger seemed to read something in his eyes, something that intrigued him, because a small frown knitted his dark brows and he kept studying Boromir even after the warrior from Gondor rose and stretched, saying he would patrol the woods around their camp.
***
Having dutifully checked the dense woods and ascertained that any enemy nearing their camp would be heard long before it could become a danger by the keen ears of the elf or the ranger, Boromir sat down on a mossy fallen trunk and closed his eyes, breathing in the damp green scent of the forest and slowly letting go of the tight control he'd been exercising on himself.
With each single breath he exhaled, the demands of his body came to life, screaming for his attention and taking over his senses.
He sighed softly, letting himself feel... feel how his skin began to tingle and his nipples tightened into hard peaks under the layers of his clothing, feel how the blood rushed to his groin making it warm and heavy, making it pulse as if it had a life of its own.
While a hand remained on the hilt of his sword, wariness an inbred instinct, the other crept to the lacings of his pants and untied them, slipping inside and pulling out his thick cock. His fingers wrapped loosely around it as behind his closed lids Boromir imagined other another hand... the palm covered in leather made soft by long wear, the fingers roughened by sword and reins.. He licked his suddenly dry lips and wondered how they would feel, how fast would they move, how tight would they squeeze..
Blood pounded in his ears, obscenely loud in the stillness of the woods, and Boromir sunk his teeth deep into his lip, preparing to stifle the cry that would soon come as he began to speed up his rhythm.
The cry never came, it turned into a shocked gasp as a hand closed around his wrist, vise-like, and stopped his movement.
Boromir’s eyes flew open, though he already knew whose hand it was that held him in its grip. The feel of the leather against his skin was unmistakable and it made him want to moan. Only the sharpness of the teeth digging into his bottom lip kept the sound back.
“So this is your problem.. Is this why you were watching me with hunger in your eyes, son of Gondor?” Aragorn’s tone was non-committal, his grip on Boromir’s wrist however had relented a bit and a rough-skinned, callused thumb was moving along the pulsing vein, more than a touch, less than a caress.
“My needs are mine alone...” Boromir growled, but the light pressure on his pulse point was feeling too good to deny, and somehow it travelled all through his body and reached his momentarily neglected cock, making it fill again and jerk in the slackened grip of his fingers.
The boring blue eyes immediately read the flash of arousal on Boromir’s face and homed in on his stiffening shaft. A slow grin curled the ranger’s thin lips.
“Am I interfering with your activities? I see that the warrior’s friend has been keeping busy..” Aragorn’s voice was soft and even, still it irked Boromir and made him retort back angrily.
“The warrior’s friend is what he has to resort to when he does not have true friends around, friends who are willing to help..”
“Well, you just said your needs are yours alone. That’s the wrong attitude to take if you’d like a friend to step in with a helping hand..” The ranger’s voice was like pepper and honey at the same time, or so Boromir’s cock seemed to think.
A light film of sweat now beaded the Gondorian’s upper lip and his breath was laboured. Easy to write it off to the heavy, humid air of the forest... nothing to do with the thumb still rubbing mindlessly the sensitive patch of skin between arm and hand left bare by the vanbrace.
“Gondor has no friends in the Fellowship, I am on my own..” Boromir hissed, afraid to betray with his voice the pleasure that rubbing thumb was giving him, striving to keep the ranger’s blue eyes locked with his so that he could not see his renewed erection.
“Now, that is not true. We are both men, we should be true companions... friends... So let me ask again, friend Boromir.. Is there anything I can do for you? Something I can help you with?”
Boromir wanted to speak.. He didn’t know himself what the answer would have been, but his mouth was too dry to form words and Aragorn did not wait for an answer anyway, he just went on murmuring in that insanely soft voice that made the warrior from Gondor want to drown in it.
“You don’t trust me, such a pity is that.. Maybe a gesture of friendship on my side will prove that I am sincere..”
The hand that had been gripping Boromir’s wrist released it. The warrior sighed, in reluctant relief, then gasped when the leather-clad palm wrapped around his cock, pushing his own fingers away.
“See? Friends help each other, friends know what each other needs and are willing to lend a hand..”
Boromir closed his eyes, concentrating on feeling... It was as he had imagined.. The leather was smooth, worn by use, by gripping a sword hilt in much the way it was now gripping his cock.. firm and assured.. knowing.. The rough-skinned thumb that had been driving Boromir crazy with its lazy stroking of his wrist now moved purposefully up the thick shaft, circled the swollen head and explored the slit, spreading the fluid collecting there.
He could hear his harsh breathing and he could smell Aragorn – leather, sweat and smoke. It all combined to increase his arousal, his need for release.
“Friends tell each other things.. what they’re feeling.. or at least they allow them to read things in their eyes.. Open your eyes, friend Boromir..”
Boromir found he could not resist Aragorn’s velvety drawl, it was too compelling, even when the tone was soft and low like this. His lids opened to reveal green eyes that had grown as dark and murky as the deep of the forest itself.
Whatever it was that Aragorn read in them, it pleased him, because he hummed in approval and sped the movement of his hand, tightening the grip and making Boromir whimper, then growl as release hit while both men watched the jets of pearly come land on Aragorn’s hand and on Boromir’s tunic.
Weakened by the sheer force of his climax, Boromir could only stare in fascinated amazement as Aragorn let go of his softened cock and lifted the sticky gloved palm to his mouth, carefully cleaning with his tongue every trace of come. When he was satisfied with the job done, he smiled at the spent warrior, that smile of his that always seemed to show more teeth than there should reasonably be.
“Friends?” the ranger asked softly, with a last lick at his bottom lip.
Boromir nodded, still unable to form words.
“Good, then next time it is your turn to help a friend in need.”
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Date: 2005-06-06 08:35 pm (UTC)Wonderful!
~Kris
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Date: 2005-06-07 07:47 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2005-06-06 08:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-07 07:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-06 09:28 pm (UTC)That was so much fun to read, I love your Wicked!Aragorn; and Boromir, he's just ... guh...
Thank you for a most pleasurable read!
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Date: 2005-06-07 07:53 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading and enjoying :)
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Date: 2005-06-06 10:02 pm (UTC)I haven't read any A/B for a while, but I'm very glad I read this.
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Date: 2005-06-07 07:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-06 10:14 pm (UTC)I deleted my previous journal for various reasons; would you mind adding me to your flist again?
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Date: 2005-06-07 07:57 pm (UTC)Thank you, sweetie, and I've friended your new LJ. I'm so lazy about checking my user info I'd never have noticed unless you told me ;)
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Date: 2005-06-06 11:31 pm (UTC)*waves* See, I have a hand!! I'll be your friend, Boromir, please!!!
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Date: 2005-06-07 07:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-07 04:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-07 08:00 pm (UTC)Thank you :)
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Date: 2005-06-07 06:22 am (UTC)“Good, then next time it is your turn to help a friend in need.”
That certainly sounds promising. =D
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Date: 2005-06-07 08:02 pm (UTC)Who knows, I might even write about that one day *halo*
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Date: 2005-06-07 12:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-07 08:05 pm (UTC)I guess they probably smelled a bit like horses too, but that sort of spoiled the effect *g*
*huggles tight*
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Date: 2005-06-07 02:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-07 08:07 pm (UTC)*huggles*
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Date: 2005-06-08 06:26 am (UTC)You had to mention the leather gloves, though...*meep* *meep* And petulant! Boromir, one of my favorites. And the stroking of skin above the vambrace...
_thud_
Just the picture of Boromir, one hand on his sword and the other on his...sword...lol...yum yum yum. No wonder Aragorn wanted to be friends. *G*
Glad your Borry muse was so persistant. :P
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Date: 2005-06-09 08:28 pm (UTC)If dissing the elf brings you around, I'll do it more often. I just happen to have this nice SeanVig wip where I'm sure I can take care of him *veg*
Bori is still being very petulant, but he does it so nicely I forgive him everything ;)
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Date: 2005-06-10 04:39 am (UTC)Dissing the Elf will more likely keep me away!! I am lured by SeanViggo smut and the only way you could lure me even faster would be to throw the Elfboy some love...*cuddles him protectively* A pipe dream, I know, but a girl can always hope. :P
Borry is easy to forgive, isn't he? Especially with those seductive green eyes...*meep*
*hugs*
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Date: 2005-06-08 10:20 am (UTC)I do hope you are going to let Bori return the favour ... please?!
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Date: 2005-06-09 08:25 pm (UTC)Thank you, sweetie *hugs*
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Date: 2005-11-18 10:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-20 06:05 pm (UTC)Glad you're enjoying what I've written and thanks for letting me know you like them!