Chapter five
When the door closed Legolas sighed loudly. He called for Aragorn, but he did not answer. Legolas called again, but still he heard no answer. He sighed again and stood up. He started to walk towards the windows, (where he thought Aragorn was hiding) listening carefully for any sound. Suddenly he felt strong arms embrace him from behind and wet lips on his neck.
"Did you miss me?" Aragorn said in a voice filled with lust. His hands moved about the elf's muscular torso.
"Aye, my friend. I believe we have some unfinished business," Legolas gasped as Aragorn sucked the hollow of his neck. He tilted his head to give him a better access to his sensitive skin. Aragorn caressed Legolas' erect nipple with his left hand while the right hand moved down his body.
"So," Aragorn whispered into Legolas' ear. "Do you think the twins suspected anything?" he asked in a low voice.
"I do not know, Aragorn," Legolas groaned. Aragorn's hand was moving dangerously close to his throbbing need. "They might have heard you by the windows." Aragorn chose that moment to slip his hand into the elf's leggings. He heard Legolas take a sharp intake of breath.
"Does it really matter if they know?" Aragorn asked quietly, adding a little more pressure to his hand.
Legolas threw his head back to rest on Aragorn's shoulder, arching his hips into his hand. "No, I-I suppose not," he moaned. He could feel Aragorn's hard erection pressing against him. Aragorn was moving his hand faster, and Legolas' breathing turned ragged and uneven. He brought his hand back to find Aragorn's heated face. He twisted his head so he could claim his lips for a passionate kiss. Aragorn moaned loudly.
"I think we should lock the door before someone else wishes to pay a visit," he breathed after breaking the kiss. "I don't think I could bear another interruption." Legolas nodded and Aragorn pulled his hand from the elf's leggings. He went to the door and locked it. Legolas waited where he was, breathing heavily.
When Aragorn returned, he gave him a quick kiss. Then he took his hands and led him to the bed. Legolas sat at the edge and Aragorn bent forward, resting his hands on either side of Legolas on the bed and kissed him gently. The elf returned the kiss eagerly, taking his hands up to caress Aragorn's hair. He leaned down on the bed and Aragorn crawled on top of him, never breaking the kiss. It wasn't so gentle anymore. It was rough and wild and filled with lust, need and passion.
Legolas' hands moved down Aragorn's bare back and came to rest on his buttocks. He pulled him closer and their lower bodies met. They both groaned in ecstasy. Aragorn started moving his hips in a slow pace and felt Legolas shiver beneath him. He kissed down Legolas' throat and came to his chest, his mouth burning on the elf's sensitive skin. He took one of Legolas' hard nipples in his mouth and sucked it hard. Legolas cried out loud. His own hands tangled in Aragorn's hair while he was gasping for breath.
"Aragorn!" Legolas managed to gasp. "Please. I beg you! Have mercy." He closed his eyes as if in great pain. "We elves haven't got the same endurance in such things as you men." Aragorn looked at the elf, perhaps a bit anxiously. Was this normal? Legolas was panting like he had just run to Mordor and back, and his skin felt really hot, but still he was shivering from cold.
"Aragorn... please."
Legolas sounded so desperate that Aragorn couldn't refuse his request. He put his thoughts aside and began to take the rest of Legolas' clothes off. Legolas sighed in relief when his erection was freed from his uncomfortably tight leggings. Aragorn didn't hesitate. He dipped his head between the elf's firm thighs and ran his tongue slowly up and down his length. Legolas bit his tongue so he wouldn't scream out loud. He tried not to raise his hips, but found it impossible. He tried to guide his elfhood deeper into the man's mouth.
Aragorn was teasing Legolas. He used only his tongue, licking painfully slow until he himself couldn't resist. He looked up at the panting elf and his heart was about to stop. Legolas looked so desirable and wanting. His beautiful face was flushed, his hands were tangling in the sheets and pillows above his head, his tight stomach was rising with his heavy breathing.
Aragorn couldn't wait anymore. His mind was overcome by sheer lust and passion. He lowered his head and took Legolas' whole length in his mouth, tearing a wordless cry out of Legolas' chest. The elf's cries became louder and more desperate as Aragorn moved his mouth faster. Aragorn's hand moved over the elf's shivering torso and caressed the hot skin. It didn't take long until Legolas released himself inside the man's mouth. Aragorn drank his seed eagerly, and licked away every last drop. Then he raised his head.
"Legolas, I-" his voice turned into a horrid yell. He moved himself quickly beside Legolas.
"No! Oh Legolas, what have I done!" He lifted the elf's deathly pale face in his hands. Legolas' whole body was trembling. A tear trickled down his cheek when he tried to wake up the unconscious elf.
"No, Legolas! Legolas! Don't leave me. I'm sorry! I'm so sorry..." He captured Legolas in his arms and cried against his shoulder. "Forgive me," he mumbled. Suddenly he felt a hand in his hair.
"There is nothing to forgive, Aragorn," a weak voice said. Aragorn startled and let go of Legolas. He lowered him on the mattress and pulled a cover on him.
"Don't speak, Legolas. You need to rest," he said in a shaking voice. He buried his head in his hands. "I should have listened that healer. Now I have hurt you. I shouldn't have come here-"
"No," Legolas said quietly. Aragorn lifted his head and Legolas took his hand. "Don't regret what happened. It was amazing." Aragorn swallowed.
"You must rest now. We can talk about it later." Legolas nodded. Then he noticed the still visible erection under his breeches.
"You still haven't-"
"Do *not* worry about me!" Aragorn said almost angrily after realizing what he meant. Then his expression changed to gentle as he bent forward and kissed Legolas lightly on the forehead. "Sleep," he ordered quietly and rose. But he didn't get far when a hand reached up and caught his arm.
"Please, stay with me. At least till I fall asleep." Aragorn looked at those beautiful blue orbs that begged him to stay. He felt that he couldn't say no to them even if they asked to bring the moon from the sky.
"Of course I'll stay with you," he said kindly. He sat at the chair beside the bed and took Legolas' hand. Legolas had already closed his eyes and was breathing normally.
"Of course I stay," he whispered "my love."
There. He had said it. He loved Legolas. He sat quietly in his chair, sorting out his feelings. He had been friends with Legolas as long as he could remember. Their relationship has always been playful and teasing. They fought together they celebrated together. They laughed together and they mourned together, but they never crossed that certain line between friends and lovers - until now. And now that it was done, it felt the most natural thing!
He bent forward, planted a soft kiss on Legolas' lips and whispered:
"I love you."
When the door closed Legolas sighed loudly. He called for Aragorn, but he did not answer. Legolas called again, but still he heard no answer. He sighed again and stood up. He started to walk towards the windows, (where he thought Aragorn was hiding) listening carefully for any sound. Suddenly he felt strong arms embrace him from behind and wet lips on his neck.
"Did you miss me?" Aragorn said in a voice filled with lust. His hands moved about the elf's muscular torso.
"Aye, my friend. I believe we have some unfinished business," Legolas gasped as Aragorn sucked the hollow of his neck. He tilted his head to give him a better access to his sensitive skin. Aragorn caressed Legolas' erect nipple with his left hand while the right hand moved down his body.
"So," Aragorn whispered into Legolas' ear. "Do you think the twins suspected anything?" he asked in a low voice.
"I do not know, Aragorn," Legolas groaned. Aragorn's hand was moving dangerously close to his throbbing need. "They might have heard you by the windows." Aragorn chose that moment to slip his hand into the elf's leggings. He heard Legolas take a sharp intake of breath.
"Does it really matter if they know?" Aragorn asked quietly, adding a little more pressure to his hand.
Legolas threw his head back to rest on Aragorn's shoulder, arching his hips into his hand. "No, I-I suppose not," he moaned. He could feel Aragorn's hard erection pressing against him. Aragorn was moving his hand faster, and Legolas' breathing turned ragged and uneven. He brought his hand back to find Aragorn's heated face. He twisted his head so he could claim his lips for a passionate kiss. Aragorn moaned loudly.
"I think we should lock the door before someone else wishes to pay a visit," he breathed after breaking the kiss. "I don't think I could bear another interruption." Legolas nodded and Aragorn pulled his hand from the elf's leggings. He went to the door and locked it. Legolas waited where he was, breathing heavily.
When Aragorn returned, he gave him a quick kiss. Then he took his hands and led him to the bed. Legolas sat at the edge and Aragorn bent forward, resting his hands on either side of Legolas on the bed and kissed him gently. The elf returned the kiss eagerly, taking his hands up to caress Aragorn's hair. He leaned down on the bed and Aragorn crawled on top of him, never breaking the kiss. It wasn't so gentle anymore. It was rough and wild and filled with lust, need and passion.
Legolas' hands moved down Aragorn's bare back and came to rest on his buttocks. He pulled him closer and their lower bodies met. They both groaned in ecstasy. Aragorn started moving his hips in a slow pace and felt Legolas shiver beneath him. He kissed down Legolas' throat and came to his chest, his mouth burning on the elf's sensitive skin. He took one of Legolas' hard nipples in his mouth and sucked it hard. Legolas cried out loud. His own hands tangled in Aragorn's hair while he was gasping for breath.
"Aragorn!" Legolas managed to gasp. "Please. I beg you! Have mercy." He closed his eyes as if in great pain. "We elves haven't got the same endurance in such things as you men." Aragorn looked at the elf, perhaps a bit anxiously. Was this normal? Legolas was panting like he had just run to Mordor and back, and his skin felt really hot, but still he was shivering from cold.
"Aragorn... please."
Legolas sounded so desperate that Aragorn couldn't refuse his request. He put his thoughts aside and began to take the rest of Legolas' clothes off. Legolas sighed in relief when his erection was freed from his uncomfortably tight leggings. Aragorn didn't hesitate. He dipped his head between the elf's firm thighs and ran his tongue slowly up and down his length. Legolas bit his tongue so he wouldn't scream out loud. He tried not to raise his hips, but found it impossible. He tried to guide his elfhood deeper into the man's mouth.
Aragorn was teasing Legolas. He used only his tongue, licking painfully slow until he himself couldn't resist. He looked up at the panting elf and his heart was about to stop. Legolas looked so desirable and wanting. His beautiful face was flushed, his hands were tangling in the sheets and pillows above his head, his tight stomach was rising with his heavy breathing.
Aragorn couldn't wait anymore. His mind was overcome by sheer lust and passion. He lowered his head and took Legolas' whole length in his mouth, tearing a wordless cry out of Legolas' chest. The elf's cries became louder and more desperate as Aragorn moved his mouth faster. Aragorn's hand moved over the elf's shivering torso and caressed the hot skin. It didn't take long until Legolas released himself inside the man's mouth. Aragorn drank his seed eagerly, and licked away every last drop. Then he raised his head.
"Legolas, I-" his voice turned into a horrid yell. He moved himself quickly beside Legolas.
"No! Oh Legolas, what have I done!" He lifted the elf's deathly pale face in his hands. Legolas' whole body was trembling. A tear trickled down his cheek when he tried to wake up the unconscious elf.
"No, Legolas! Legolas! Don't leave me. I'm sorry! I'm so sorry..." He captured Legolas in his arms and cried against his shoulder. "Forgive me," he mumbled. Suddenly he felt a hand in his hair.
"There is nothing to forgive, Aragorn," a weak voice said. Aragorn startled and let go of Legolas. He lowered him on the mattress and pulled a cover on him.
"Don't speak, Legolas. You need to rest," he said in a shaking voice. He buried his head in his hands. "I should have listened that healer. Now I have hurt you. I shouldn't have come here-"
"No," Legolas said quietly. Aragorn lifted his head and Legolas took his hand. "Don't regret what happened. It was amazing." Aragorn swallowed.
"You must rest now. We can talk about it later." Legolas nodded. Then he noticed the still visible erection under his breeches.
"You still haven't-"
"Do *not* worry about me!" Aragorn said almost angrily after realizing what he meant. Then his expression changed to gentle as he bent forward and kissed Legolas lightly on the forehead. "Sleep," he ordered quietly and rose. But he didn't get far when a hand reached up and caught his arm.
"Please, stay with me. At least till I fall asleep." Aragorn looked at those beautiful blue orbs that begged him to stay. He felt that he couldn't say no to them even if they asked to bring the moon from the sky.
"Of course I'll stay with you," he said kindly. He sat at the chair beside the bed and took Legolas' hand. Legolas had already closed his eyes and was breathing normally.
"Of course I stay," he whispered "my love."
There. He had said it. He loved Legolas. He sat quietly in his chair, sorting out his feelings. He had been friends with Legolas as long as he could remember. Their relationship has always been playful and teasing. They fought together they celebrated together. They laughed together and they mourned together, but they never crossed that certain line between friends and lovers - until now. And now that it was done, it felt the most natural thing!
He bent forward, planted a soft kiss on Legolas' lips and whispered:
"I love you."