Part Two
Aragorn tapped on Legolas's door.
"Come in," called the Elf.
Aragorn entered and saw Legolas sitting on the bed; he sat behind him and ran his fingers through the bold elf's hair, letting it flow down his palm.
"I love your hair," murmured Aragorn taking more into his hands, "It's so soft."
"Your late," Legolas said abruptly, "again."
"I know, I'm sorry. I got detained."
"By Eowyn?"
"No," Aragorn said curiously, "I only spoke o her for a second. Why? Are you jealous?"
"Maybe. I don't know. I've never felt these feelings before, when you were gone I felt so lost," a tear slipped down the elf's face, "Besides, I think she likes you."
"No," Aragorn shook his head, "It doesn't matter anyway. I like you."
He kissed Legolas eyelids softly, wiping away the tear. Legolas smiled.
"That's what dreams are made of."
He leant round and kissed Aragorn.
"Now take your clothes off."
"Why?" laughed the man.
"I must tend to your wounds," answered the Elf in all seriousness, leaving the room.
Aragorn stripped himself of his clothes, he lay on the bed and waited. Legolas returned with a bowl of water a few minutes later. His eyes widened when he saw Aragorn and a hint of desire flickered through his body.
"Something the matter Legolas?" teased Aragorn.
"Nothing," Stuttered Legolas.
He sat on the bed and dipped the cloth into the bowl.
"Sit up," he ordered.
Aragorn obliged. He sat behind the Elf and began to place small kisses on Legolas's neck. Legolas sighed and allowed himself to lean back into Aragorn his fingers drawing small patterns on the mans thighs. Aragorn unfastened Legolas's tunic and slipped it over his head. Aragorn's hands then slipped down his chest, fingers tracing the smooth muscles.
"That's nice," murmured Legolas.
Aragorn slipped his hands down to the waistband of the Elf's leggings but a pair of strong hands stopped him.
"Your wounds," said Legolas.
Legolas turned to face him, he pushed Aragorn back on the bed and straddled his naked form. Taking the cloth in his hands he gently cleaned Aragorn's wounds. Aragorn winced at the cold water seeping into his flesh. Legolas ran his finger over Aragorn's lips and leant down to kiss on them. He slipped his tongue between Aragorn's lips allowing his hands to roam lower. Aragorn closed his eyes a small moan escaping his lips. Legolas smiled.
"Like it," he murmured.
"Very much."
Legolas kissed his way down the mans chest, Aragorn groaned as the Elf's tongue flicked into his belly button.
"Elf," he murmured, "come back up here."
Legolas slid back up Aragorn's body and the man took his face in his hands kissing him hard. Aragorn flipped them over and pinned Legolas to the bed, his above his head.
"You like control," stated Legolas.
Aragorn's hand drew circles on the Elf's muscled chest and moved down eliciting a small moan from Legolas.
"I love you," gasped the Elf.
Aragorn gazed at the beauty beneath him before leaning down and placing a small kiss on the Elf's lips.
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