Can't Be Saved
Based on the music video by Senses Fail. Aragorn is a football player failing Chemistry and Algebra II. Legolas is assigned to tutor him. The problem is, they don't get along. A/L, rated M to be safe.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Lord of the Rings, I make no profit from any of this, it is a work of fiction and thus I cannot claim any rights to the characters of J.R.R. Tolkien. (I hate doing these – can't people just assume that I don't own this?) The title of this chapter comes from a song, if you can tell me who sings it I'll dedicate the next chapter to you.
A/N: If you've watched the music video, you basically know what's going to happen. I'm going further than the video though. This is a slash-fic (like I write anything else) so if you don't like boy-love, don't read. I like constructive criticism, but flames will be mocked and used to roast marshmallows with.
Also, I'm posting more than I normally do. It may slow down soon because I need to do a lot to set up for college soon. I spend one year on top and then it's right back to the bottom. BAH! But I'll try to keep posting as regularly as possible. As soon as summer orientation is over I'll be back home and then the rest of the summer is mine until August 23rd when I have to go to SC for school.
Chapter 3: We Sleep Forever
"What do you want now, Haldir?" Legolas asked, not even bothering to look to see who had pulled him aside, he knew who it would be.
"What do you think?" he asked in response, looking around to see if anyone was in one of the stalls. After finding that they were indeed alone, he pulled Legolas into the nearest stall and backed him against the wall.
"You're a pig," Legolas spat.
"You know you like it," Haldir taunted, carding his fingers through Legolas' chin-length blonde hair. Legolas suppressed a shudder as he felt Haldir's hot breath on his neck and his hand on his shoulder, pushing him down to his knees. "That's a good boy," Haldir mocked, unzipping his jeans, keeping Legolas' head close as the smaller boy sucked him off, running his pierced tongue along Haldir's length.
Legolas wanted to cry. He felt like a whore being forced, during school, to give Haldir a blowjob. This was surely punishment for not knowing when his father was coming him, and thus having to explain why he and Haldir had been kissing on the couch. At least he hadn't walked in on them earlier when Haldir had him bent over the couch thrusting into him and whispering sweet nothings in his ear. Now the only things Haldir whispered at him were crude compliments like 'what a good little whore' after Legolas swallowed his come. How his world had turned around with one simple door opening.
Haldir zipped himself up and left, leaving Legolas on the floor, bent over the toilet, the contents of his stomach forcing their way back up.
After losing his lunch, Legolas rinsed his mouth out and went to the office, explaining that he had eaten something that made him sick and asked for a pass to Algebra II.
The secretary looked him over, noting his ashen face and dull eyes, nodded and signed the pass after telling him that if he still felt sick later, to come back and lay down for a while.
Legolas handed Celeborn his pass and took his seat, starting the quiz that most people were nearly done with. He knew the material, he had just reviewed it with Aragorn but he still felt sick, he couldn't concentrate. The thought of what he was just forced to do was still burning in the back of his mind. I can't do this, he thought, face in his hands. But I have to. He finished the quiz and handed it it along with his homework and the knowledge that he had failed it.
Aragorn was sitting on top of his desk when he returned. "Where were you?" he asked.
"I didn't feel good after lunch," Legolas explained vaguely, sliding inot his desk so that Aragorn had to move his legs up onto the desk so that Legolas could sit.
"I just wanted to thank you for helping me. I knew all of this and I even finished first," Aragorn said proudly, excitement written all over his face.
"That's good, I'm glad it's helping," Legolas said quietly, head resting on his knees which were pulled up to his chest. "We'll know what you got by the end of the period, he's grading our quizzes now."
Aragorn nodded and put his hand on Legolas' forehead. "You're hot," he said. Legolas heart skipped a beat then he felt it shatter when Aragorn corrected himself. "Wait, that sounds bad. Your forehead is warm.Are you sure you're well enough to stay the rest of the day?" he asked, concern taking place of the excitement on his face.
"It doesn't matter. The day is almost over and it's not like my father would come get me anyway." Aragorn was about to protest, but stopped. He removed his hand from Legolas' forehead and rested it on his knee, toying with the fraying hem of his jeans.
Celeborn passed back their quizzes near the end of the period. "Much better, Aragorn. Do you see what happens when you study?"
"Thanks for the second chance, sir," Aragorn said, looking over his quiz. He had gotten them all right along with the bonus question on the back.
"Not your best, Legolas," he said, handing the quiz back to Legolas. "Do you feel well?"
"No," Legolas said, not even looking at the quiz, his head buried in his knees.
"If you want to take a re-quiz later when you feel better, let me know," Celeborn said, concerned for Legolas.
"Thanks, I will," Legolas said before Celeborn continued handing out quizzes to the rest of the class.
Aragorn picked up the quiz off the desk and saw the score. "Ouch," he said softly. "A twenty seven out of fifty, that's only a fifty-four."
"I know," Legolas said shortly, still not looking up.
"Come with me," Aragorn said, taking him by the elbow and going up to Celeborn. "I'm going to take him to the office, he still doesn't feel well."
Celeborn nodded. "Alright, take a pass off my desk and fill it out," he said, handing Arwen her quiz back. She smiled at Aragorn who nodded back.
He filled out the pass and led Legolas down the hallway, but not towards the office. He pulled him into a restroom and kneeled to see if they were alone, much how Haldir had done earlier.
"Explain," Aragorn said, sitting down next to where Legolas had seated himself near the wall.
"There's nothingto tell, Legolas said. "I just don't feel good, that's all."
"Bull," Aragorn retorted. "You were fine at lunch and food poisoning doesn't take effect that fast," he paused, turning Legolas' face towards his and asked, more gently than before, "What happened?"
"It's a long story," he said. "I'll tell it to you, but not here."
"Fine, then you're coming home with me after school," Aragorn said. "But now, you should go lay down, you look half-dead."
Legolas nodded and allowed Aragorn to lead him to the office. "I'll see you after school, okay?" he asked gently. "Meet me at my locker."
"Okay," Legolas answered before the nurse but a thermometer under his tongue and ushered Aragorn out of the office and told him to go back to class.
A/N: It's a little short, but the next chapter is longer, have no fear. Poor Leggy gets to spill his guts – will Aragorn still wanna be friends with him? Who knows. (ha ha, I do!) Oh, and I've got a couple shout-outs to do.
Emily: I know that Aragorn is kinda being nice really fast, but he feels bad and I couldn't have him being mean when he knows something is wrong with poor Legolas. Besides . . . I don't think it's going to last. :)
Kaylee716: Bah. No special talents? Oh, come on. Maybe you could give me some ideas. Please. (Insert pathetic puppy-dog pout here).
Viggolady: you expect too much. But hopefully I will be able to update weekly. As long as I've got a computer I'll be writing.
Kasumixkira: Sorry I left it there. But I didn't make you wait too long for the next part. It would have been up sooner but I had graduation parties to attend (and to get stuff for my own).