Evan's POV:
I can't believe Cory just nudged me off like that. Milo and Jack bugged me about it the entire ride. Just my fucking luck that I was last to be dropped off.
"Should've nailed her, man." Milo said, drumming the wheel.
"She said no, you dumb ass." I shook my head, "That's rape."
"Whatever, man. Now get the fuck outta my car so I can go home and nail my girl." He laughed. "See ya tomorrow, Chuck."
I slammed his door shut, knowing fully that he hated that. I opened the door to my empty house and set my keys in the bowl. I felt wasted. But most of all, I was fucking horny. I needed sex, and if it wasn't from Cory, I heard there was a pretty little blonde over at the diner.
Boromir's POV:
Mack had taken me to the pub yesterday night. I had taken a liking to the old man, he reminded me of Gandalf. That, and he knew I was perturbed whenever I saw Cory pull up to her workplace. She looked so somber when she got out of the metal horse...car. It tore me in half.
This tear had begun to bleed when I saw her dancing with that man yesterday night. Sure, she was smiling, but her eyes told me different. I was going to talk to her, but the man saw me before she did and took her away.
I laid on my rickety bed in the Motel. I.e, must find out what motel actually means. I was contemplating if I should go and see if she carried out any intent that Charlie wanted. I was nauseated to think of their possible intercourse. Imagining her pure womanly form next to that man at her most vulnerable...
That's why i was by the river that night. I wanted to get away from her before I broke her heart if I went home. I suppose I ended up doing that anyway. I damn myself for doing so. I walked away, like a coward. I've lost the Fellowship, why did I have to lose the one person I actually knew here? Let alone caring about said person to such an extent.
That's was it.
I got up out of my bed, went outside, and locked the door behind me. It was warm out, so I tried to make a pleasant time out of walking from town and down the road. Walking didn't bother me, I've done it all of the time. As I made haste, I remembered every stone and tree that took me to Cory's house.
There was a slight trickle of rain that had begun to replenish the earth. Again, I was un-phased by it. My stomach went into knots when I stood at the end of her driveway, lightening hit somewhere and thunder rolled.
I could hear Odin barking at the weather. He was by one of the windows. I saw Cory go over to him, he licked her nose and she rubbed his furry chest. As far as I could tell, no one else was in the house.
I released a new found courage in me and I made my way to the door.
Cory's POV:
I sat on the couch, listening to the rain and reading the next chapter of the Two Towers. Did Boromir know any of this? That Frodo and Sam went on their own, or that Merry and Pippin were okay?
Odin barked again, but it didn't thunder.
"What now, you pain in the ass?" I asked.
He wagged his tail and sneezed. I thought I heard a soft knock at the door. I slammed my book shut.
"Fuck!" I forgot to put the book mark. So I took my sweet time from the couch to the door to find it. I went to open the door, "Dammit, Evans, I said no!" My headache growing at the mention of his name.
I just stood there in the doorway, letting the now down-pouring rain splash up in the house ever so slightly.
"Hello, Cory." Boromir said.
I dropped the book, a lump formed in my throat. This week had killed me. So it was the most wonderful feeling to see that it had done the same to him.
"Hi." I said quietly. We just stood like that for a few silent moments. I put my head to my hand, then pulled his shirt toward me, "Get the fuck out of the rain. You'll get pneumonia." Then I let go and threw my hands up, "Oh wait. You're a grown man. You can make your own decisions."
He frowned, "That's why I came to apologize." He seemed to be looking around the room for something.
"No. I should be sorry." I admitted, then looked up at him, "I was aggravated at first. I mean, it's not everyday where your boss makes you take home some guy that tried to choke you out." I laughed.
He chuckled a little. We were both beating around the bush of what we really wanted to say and do.
"Why do you keep looking around?" I finally asked, raising my eyebrow.
He coughed slightly, "I uh. Saw you with Evans at the pub." His eyes revealed his hurt.
So that's why Charlie had pulled me away so quickly. I bit my bottom lip. Boy was he gonna get the shit beat out of him on Monday.
"Nothing happened." I said, much to Boromir's relief, "If you thought I did let Charlie do something, then you really just don't know me now do you?" I teased.
"Of course I did." He said taken aback, "It's just that. Men have different mind sets than women do."
I started to laugh. We both started to loosen up, completely avoiding what happened a week ago.
"Do you wanna change?" I finally asked, "You left some clothes here."
"Oh yeah." Boromir rubbed the back of his neck. "About that."
He pulled me in and kissed me, delving his tongue deep into my mouth. All of the delicate passion he had for me was out the window. There was something almost animalistic when our tongues kept locking. I savored the taste of him. We reluctantly pulled apart from each other.
I was completely mind fucked, "Woah." Was all I said. His lips were all pink and red from the ferocity of our kiss. I could only assume mine were too.
"Yeah." Boromir agreed, almost pleasantly.
"Hey," I nudged him, then leaned in to whisper, "I made that cake." I bit my bottom lip.
His eyes widened at the innuendo, then he whispered back in a very sexual tone, "I should like a taste."
Never hearing anything close to a profanity leave his lips before I was utterly surprised. I attacked him at full force. Sucking on his tongue and rubbing my fingers through his wet hair. I would have been fine with fucking him on the floor, but he took the time to lift me up onto him, not letting go of my mouth and went straight to my room.
I sat on his lap, unrelenting on my warpath to completely numb his mouth with mine. If he thought he was a man before, I was determined to make him a man tonight. It was official, my panties were ruined I was so aroused by just kissing him.
Much to his disappointment, I moved off of him, but he found solace in kissing my stomach as I moved my shirt off. His fingers ran over the sides of my curves and over my naval. Once again, I tore him apart from my body so I could rip his shirt off of him.
Good fucking God he was even more defined than I remember his being on the table. He basically glowed, the combination of rain on hot skin turned me on even more. Oh hell no I wasn't just gonna waste that. I pushed him down and sucked on his neck. My fingers ran over his dampened chest. I kissed his collar line and traced over his sculpted stomach teasingly. Then they went lower to his jean button and undid them with ease.
He let out a moan, I smiled and kissed his throat again. But apparently, I was taking to long, because he sat up and tackled me blow him, ripping off his pants all at once. And I thought I was impatient when it came to sex.
Boromir slid my shorts off, then looked at me lustfully. I didn't think I was really a sight to behold, but he looked like he'd won every single grand prize in the world. His hands slid over my thighs gently and he steeled between my legs. His finger ran across my chin and along my jaw line.
Our eyes locked again and he leaned over to kiss me with a sweet passion. Then he just stared at my bra. I forgot that women in Middle Earth didn't have these. So I just giggled. He let me sit up and unclasp the back, getting harder and harder with every second he looked at me.
I teased him after it unclasped, holding out my arms, wanting him to be the one to slide my bra off. He slowly came over and grabbed each strap like it was glass. Pulling ever so gently, never taking his gaze from my eyes.
I wasn't sure why I blushed, hell, I've been naked in front of Lucas so many times it would put a whore to shame. But this was Boromir. It was different.
He smiled when my cheeks started to redden. So after he flicked my bra across the room, he pushed me back down and physically told me how much he loved the sight of me. He took his time to make both nipples peak at his touch and he took each one in his mouth, one at a time. Every time he pressed closer to my body, I could feel his erection, only a few pieces of cloth away, and every moan that escaped me only made him harder.
Finally, my underwear was across the room, followed by his. Boromir kept kissing my neck, procrastinating. Like hell I was gonna reduce myself to begging.
"Are you sure about this?" He whispered in my ear.
I ran my hand over his cheek gently, "If I wasn't do you you think I'd let you into my house?"
He smiled and kissed me again, which muffled my cry when he slowly went into me. He clearly enjoyed my struggle, because he smiled behind the kiss. His hands went to hold my thighs roughly, and he revisited my shoulders and collarbone with kisses.
He could slide in and out of me easily I was so aroused by him. My body practically convulsed around his cock and I was pissed when I could already feel myself about to climax.
Boromir could tell, then again, he was close to coming that it made him frown as well. All that foreplay just made us too hot for each other I suppose. With that notion, he started to quicken his pace and thrust even harder.
Words couldn't even escape our lips we were so overcome with our climax. Coming undone in his embrace seemed so natural to me, like we've fucked each other up so many times that it was a regular thing. The warm wave passed from him to me and vice versa. He fell next to me with a thud.
Both of us were breathing raggedly in sweet after-sex.
"My God." He said said, then he looked at me. I looked back, sweat beaded down our faces. But damn, he was more fucking handsome every second I looked at him.
Boromir pulled me back up to him, our naked bodies uncovered and covered with each other's scent. I pulled his chin down and kissed him softly. I wasn't tired one bit, but I closed my eyes, just to feel his body next to mine.
Then I sighed. I looked back up at him and smiled.
"My turn." I climbed on top of him.