Foolishness. That was Legolas' only explanation for why he was in this situation. A kind of foolishness one usually expected only from youngsters not even into their second century. Knowing Boromir's intentions toward him (or at least having a reasonably good guess), and knowing his own inexplicable attraction to the man, he'd somehow allowed himself to be trapped with him, alone, in a very small space. Boromir apparently exuded some kind of bewildering, confusing scent, amplified by the enclosed cave he had followed Legolas to, for the elf was now finding it extraordinarily difficult to recall why the things Boromir was proposing were such a bad idea.
"Boromir." The elf attempted to put a measure of firmness into his voice, but Boromir merely smiled, raising a single eyebrow. "I will not lie to you. I feel the same desire you speak of. But it would be folly--"
"So you agree that you want it, little elf?" Boromir had a maddening ability to hear only what interested him.
"We are in danger, Boromir -- all of us. I cannot act as I otherwise might."
"And how might you act, Legolas? Otherwise, I mean."
"I--"
"Would you let me do what I wish?" Now Boromir moved much, much closer to Legolas. Their mouths could have touched, if either had made the motion, but as it was Boromir spoke near Legolas' cheek, into his ear. "Would you let me shove my cock up inside you? Hmm? Would you bend over against that little ledge right there, take my cock all the way until you were filled up with it?"
Legolas gasped; his hips shifted of their own accord. Boromir did not miss this. He shifted his own so that Legolas could not help but feel Boromir's hardness brushing gently against him.
"You're thinking of it now, aren't you? Do you remember how it feels to have something so big and hard inside?" There was no answer in words, but Boromir knew his words were hitting the mark. "How long, little elf? How long has it been since you allowed yourself this?" He pressed himself abruptly against the elf.
Legolas' eyes grew wide; he could not answer at first; he could not remember how to work his lips and tongue. Finally he replied, "It has been a long time. Maybe -- maybe too long." His voice held regret, desire, and something that surprised Boromir: a hint of fear.
"Are you frightened, Legolas?" The elf's wide expression turned to something a little harder. "Has it been so long that you're afraid when I touch you like this?" Boromir pressed himself firmly into the space between Legolas' thighs.
"I am not afraid." Legolas shifted again, this time not to retreat, but to provide a little more space where Boromir was pushing against him.
"No? What if I told you I wanted to push you up against this wall, get my cock deep into you, so hard it lifted you off the ground and your own weight was driving you down onto me, so you couldn't escape?" As he spoke, Boromir mimicked the action with his hips, emphasizing his slight physical advantage over the lithe elf.
Legolas was gasping, fighting the urge to close his eyes and give in. He looked directly at Boromir. "I am not afraid."