Chapter eight
Aragorn sighed. He had never felt happier in his whole life. It was a sunny morning. Aragorn was resting on the bed, next to a beautiful, sleeping (and very naked!) elf. His eyes wondered on the creamy skin, golden hair, and sky-blue eyes. Everything about this elf was perfect. Or would '*his* elf' be better? Aragorn thought about it. He loved Legolas. He would do anything for him, and would be perfectly happy, no, overjoyed to spend the rest of his life with him. But did Legolas feel the same? Aragorn looked at those dreamy blue eyes.
"Do you love me?" he asked quietly, not really expecting an answer. There wasn't any. Legolas' eyes didn't move. He just kept staring in the distance. Even though they had been friends for a long time and Aragorn knew him quite well, he couldn't tell what the answer would be. True, much had happened between them during these past days, but it could be - for Legolas' part - just an act of desire and lust. It didn't have to be about love. And since Legolas hadn't said anything to him, he presumed that it wasn't (about love).
Aragorn's happiness vanished immediately, and was replaced by agony. He did not want to lose Legolas. He wouldn't be able to watch him in the arms of another. The thought made him ill. He thought he'd die if that happened. He looked at Legolas' fair features, and was tormented by images of someone else's hands in his hair, someone else kissing him, someone else *touching* him.
"No!" he groaned in an agonizing voice, holding his head to clear out his mind. He shut his eyes tightly, but the images just got clearer. "No, no.NO!" he wailed until was interrupted by an anxious question:
"Aragorn, what's wrong?" Legolas had sat up and was now watching Aragorn with a worried look on his face. "Aragorn calm down! What is it? Did you have a bad dream? Did someone-" he didn't get to finish, for Aragorn flung his arm's around him and embraced him tightly.
"I saw you!" he exclaimed, breathing heavily, as if he'd just run a mile. "You, you were with someone else, kissing, and. he was touching you..."
"Shh, it's all rig-"
"No it's not all right!" Aragorn pulled back and looked into Legolas' eyes. "I couldn't bear to see you with another. I can't lose you."
Legolas frowned. "Aragorn, what are you talking about? You talk as if you were... in love!"
Aragorn's heart skipped a beat. The way he said the word 'love' was so emotionless and almost cruel. It felt like he was making fun of him. Of course Legolas didn't love him. He had been stupid to think otherwise. How could someone like Legolas - fair, kind and a prince! - Fall in love with a man like himself. He was an elf. Aragorn was surprised he even spent time with him! Legolas saw his agony, and said quickly:
"Forgive me, Estel, I did not intend to hurt you."
"No! It was my fault." Aragorn said and turned around so he wouldn't have to face Legolas. "I was stupid enough to think that you could love me." He closed his eyes, and events from last night crept back in his mind:
*flashback*
"Ai! Estel..." Legolas was moaning loudly from the pleasure Aragorn's hot mouth on his neck caused him. He leaned back on the pillows and put his hands in Aragorn's hair, urging him to suck harder on his throat. Aragorn ran his fingers down Legolas' stomach, searching the gap of his shirt. He found it easily and slid his hand under it, feeling about the soft skin and tight muscles. Legolas gasped. He lifted his hips up, grinding against Aragorn's, showing him how much he wanted him.
"Aragorn... I need you," he pleaded. Aragorn raised his head and kissed him intensely. At the same time he slipped his hand under Legolas' leggings. Legolas winced, for Aragorn had supported his weight on top of Legolas' wound for a moment. That affected Aragorn as bad as Legolas feared. He got off of Legolas immediately and turned around.
'No, I did it again!' It wasn't easy to stop like that. Legolas could see that. He was trembling from the restraining and his fists were clenched tightly. 'What is wrong with me? Why can't I just keep my hands to myself!'
"Aragorn, come here..."
"No! I should never have come here." He was still not facing Legolas. "I don't want to cause you more pain than I already have."
"You are causing me pain right now!" Legolas said sharply. Aragorn turned around.
"What? H-how?"
"By doing this," Legolas answered. "You can't just stop when you've started. You don't know what it's like, watching you, when you talk I don't hear a word you speak, just see how your delicious lips move, knowing I can't taste them again. And now that I have you, you stop and leave me unsatisfied!"
That left Aragorn completely dumbfounded. He wasn't sure he heard him correctly. 'You don't know what it's like' How can he say that? And he thinks I stopped just to tease him. I mean, does *he* know what it's like? He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again. He opened it again, but still he couldn't say a word. Finally he managed to ask:
"Why do you think I stopped?" his voice was quiet and a little shaky.
"Well I... I don't kn-"
"I stopped because of you! Don't you see? I've been holding myself back these past days so I wouldn't hurt you again. You have no idea what it's been like watching *you* and knowing that I can't have you!"
"You don't have to be worried about me getting hurt," Legolas said almost angrily.
"Of course I have to worry about you! I'm not making the same mistake I did in the first time. It's not worth the risk."
"Well I say it is!" Legolas' features softened. "We can take it slow." He brought his hand to Aragorn's shoulder and stroked it lightly. "Please, I need you. I beg you, finish this!" Aragorn studied Legolas' eyes for a long moment. He realized that he obviously thought it was worth the risk. He took his hand on his own and said:
"Very well."
"Thank you," Legolas sighed.
"But I'll go slowly and you'll have to tell me when it hurts."
Legolas nodded in agreement and gave him a quick kiss on the mouth. Then he lay slowly back on the bed and extended his hand to Aragorn. Aragorn took it, bent over Legolas and pressed his lips against his so gently it looked like their lips didn't meet at all.
Legolas had to pull away. He was very confused. Though Aragorn had barely touched him, the effect was much greater it had been during their previous encounters. There was a new feeling involved, and Legolas suspected it might be love.
"Aragorn, what-"
"I just don't want you to get hurt," he whispered, moving his mouth slowly over the skin in Legolas' neck, without touching. Legolas shivered. He had intended to ask Aragorn about the love-part, but found it impossible to speak. He had to give in to the sensations that Aragorn's hot breath on his skin caused him.
Finally Aragorn lowered his mouth to touch Legolas' skin, but even then it was just a light brush. Legolas let out a shaky moan. He was about to go mad. Aragorn brought his hand slowly up to Legolas' chest, and started to open his button's (A/N: I don't know nor care if they really have buttons or not, but in my story Legolas is wearing a shirt that has buttons.) slowly (I'm getting really bored saying 'slowly' all the time so just think that everything Aragorn does he does it slowly) one by one, moving his mouth behind his hand, touching the bare skin softly.
This kind of gentle treatment was - as Legolas would soon find out - much more effective than the urgent and quick one before.
Legolas' chest was rising heavily as Aragorn caressed it with his hand and lips. While Aragorn's hand kept going lower, opening the buttons, his mouth wondered to one of Legolas' nipples. He moved his lips above the skin around the pink nub, just barely touching. Legolas held his breath in anticipation. Aragorn teased him a bit more, before sticking his tongue out and licking the sensitive spot.
"Oh, Estel..." Legolas groaned deep in his throat.
Aragorn swirled the tip of his tongue around the erect nipple, making Legolas squirm under him. Then he took it in his mouth and started sucking. By that time Aragorn had gotten the buttons open, so his hand was free to tease the other nipple. All this happened very slowly, so it was pure torture (in a good way) for Legolas.
As Aragorn pushed Legolas' shirt open, he moved his mouth to the other nipple, and repeated his actions. First licking teasingly, and then sucking hard until Legolas cried out from pleasure. Aragorn's hand roamed about the naked stomach, being careful not to touch the wound. Aragorn trailed soft kisses up Legolas' chest to his chin, and finally found his mouth. The kiss wasn't so gentle any more. (Aragorn has his limits)
"Aragorn," Legolas gasped against his mouth. "Where did you learn to do that?" he asked breathlessly.
"Nowhere," Aragorn answered in a hoarse voice. "Did you enjoy it?"
"Very much," Legolas smiled, nodding his head slightly. He wrapped his arms around Aragorn's neck and pulled him close. "Now, I would like to repay you for that," he whispered into his ear.
"Would you now?" Aragorn whispered back.
Legolas didn't answer with words, but actions. He grabbed Aragorn by the back of his head and pulled him down in a breathtaking kiss. Aragorn was left astonished by the force of the kiss when they parted, and Legolas took advantage of that moment. He flipped them around so that he was straddling Aragorn. He took him by the wrists and put his hands above his head.
"Don't move," Legolas ordered. He let go of his wrists and leaned back slowly. "Now you're going to watch me, but you cannot touch. Keep your hands where they are or I'll have to bind them. Understood?" Aragorn frowned. What was Legolas up to?
"What are you going to do?"
"You'll have to be quiet too. Don't worry. You're going to like it."
"But-"
Legolas brought a finger to his lips. "Shh." He smiled slyly. Then he started moving his finger down his own body, from his lips to his chest, from his chest to his stomach, from his stomach to his... Aragorn gasped. This wasn't happening! These kinds of things happened only in his dreams. Legolas started taking his shirt off (pity it was already opened) slowly, leaning back to show Aragorn every detail of his magnificent torso. He tossed the shirt on the floor and looked into Aragorn's eyes. Aragorn could *see* the words 'come and get me' in his eyes. Legolas looked so gorgeous sitting on top of him, his long blond hair flowing on his naked chest. Aragorn tried to rise up and catch him, but Legolas took his wrists again and pressed them hard on the mattress, one on each side of his head.
"I thought I told you not to move," he said sharply. Aragorn was about to answer, when Legolas bent closer and licked his neck in a slow motion, going from the base of his throat to his chin. Aragorn's whole body shivered. "You already broke one rule," Legolas said quietly after raising his head. "I trust you don't do the same with the other rule."
Aragorn swallowed hard, and nodded ever so slightly. Legolas smiled and leaned back again. He now moved his hands over his own body, pinching his nipples and caressing his thighs. He watched Aragorn's eyes firmly, and saw them widening when his hand moved under his leggings and he began stoking himself. Legolas threw his head back and moaned loudly as he moved his hand faster. Aragorn had to moan himself. His own erection was in a desperate need of release, and was painfully trapped in his tight pants.
"Legolas," Aragorn gasped. "Please stop this. I can't take it anymore. I need you!" Legolas raised his head, and Aragorn saw from his eyes that he couldn't agree more. In less than a second (it felt like it) he was on top of Legolas, kissing him wildly and trying to lose their pants with shaky hands. When they were both naked and ready, Aragorn's last bit of control made him ask if Legolas was sure. After that it was over. He pushed himself inside of Legolas, slowly at first, but Legolas' cries of pleasure made him move faster. Legolas reached his peak first, letting out a wordless cry, and was followed soon by Aragorn. With his last strength Aragorn pulled away from Legolas, and fell down next to him (so he wouldn't collapse on top of the wound). Legolas threw his arm around him, bringing him closer. They gasped for breaths a couple of minutes before drifting in to sleep.
*End of flashback*
"But Aragorn. You know me." He turned Aragorn around, but Aragorn did not meet his gaze. "I could love you. And. I do love you." Aragorn's head snapped up quickly.
"Wh-what?"
"I. Love. You," Legolas answered, kissing Aragorn gently on the mouth between every word. Aragorn looked astonished for a moment, but soon found Legolas' neck as he embraced him lovingly.
"I love you too!"
Aragorn sighed. He had never felt happier in his whole life. It was a sunny morning. Aragorn was resting on the bed, next to a beautiful, sleeping (and very naked!) elf. His eyes wondered on the creamy skin, golden hair, and sky-blue eyes. Everything about this elf was perfect. Or would '*his* elf' be better? Aragorn thought about it. He loved Legolas. He would do anything for him, and would be perfectly happy, no, overjoyed to spend the rest of his life with him. But did Legolas feel the same? Aragorn looked at those dreamy blue eyes.
"Do you love me?" he asked quietly, not really expecting an answer. There wasn't any. Legolas' eyes didn't move. He just kept staring in the distance. Even though they had been friends for a long time and Aragorn knew him quite well, he couldn't tell what the answer would be. True, much had happened between them during these past days, but it could be - for Legolas' part - just an act of desire and lust. It didn't have to be about love. And since Legolas hadn't said anything to him, he presumed that it wasn't (about love).
Aragorn's happiness vanished immediately, and was replaced by agony. He did not want to lose Legolas. He wouldn't be able to watch him in the arms of another. The thought made him ill. He thought he'd die if that happened. He looked at Legolas' fair features, and was tormented by images of someone else's hands in his hair, someone else kissing him, someone else *touching* him.
"No!" he groaned in an agonizing voice, holding his head to clear out his mind. He shut his eyes tightly, but the images just got clearer. "No, no.NO!" he wailed until was interrupted by an anxious question:
"Aragorn, what's wrong?" Legolas had sat up and was now watching Aragorn with a worried look on his face. "Aragorn calm down! What is it? Did you have a bad dream? Did someone-" he didn't get to finish, for Aragorn flung his arm's around him and embraced him tightly.
"I saw you!" he exclaimed, breathing heavily, as if he'd just run a mile. "You, you were with someone else, kissing, and. he was touching you..."
"Shh, it's all rig-"
"No it's not all right!" Aragorn pulled back and looked into Legolas' eyes. "I couldn't bear to see you with another. I can't lose you."
Legolas frowned. "Aragorn, what are you talking about? You talk as if you were... in love!"
Aragorn's heart skipped a beat. The way he said the word 'love' was so emotionless and almost cruel. It felt like he was making fun of him. Of course Legolas didn't love him. He had been stupid to think otherwise. How could someone like Legolas - fair, kind and a prince! - Fall in love with a man like himself. He was an elf. Aragorn was surprised he even spent time with him! Legolas saw his agony, and said quickly:
"Forgive me, Estel, I did not intend to hurt you."
"No! It was my fault." Aragorn said and turned around so he wouldn't have to face Legolas. "I was stupid enough to think that you could love me." He closed his eyes, and events from last night crept back in his mind:
*flashback*
"Ai! Estel..." Legolas was moaning loudly from the pleasure Aragorn's hot mouth on his neck caused him. He leaned back on the pillows and put his hands in Aragorn's hair, urging him to suck harder on his throat. Aragorn ran his fingers down Legolas' stomach, searching the gap of his shirt. He found it easily and slid his hand under it, feeling about the soft skin and tight muscles. Legolas gasped. He lifted his hips up, grinding against Aragorn's, showing him how much he wanted him.
"Aragorn... I need you," he pleaded. Aragorn raised his head and kissed him intensely. At the same time he slipped his hand under Legolas' leggings. Legolas winced, for Aragorn had supported his weight on top of Legolas' wound for a moment. That affected Aragorn as bad as Legolas feared. He got off of Legolas immediately and turned around.
'No, I did it again!' It wasn't easy to stop like that. Legolas could see that. He was trembling from the restraining and his fists were clenched tightly. 'What is wrong with me? Why can't I just keep my hands to myself!'
"Aragorn, come here..."
"No! I should never have come here." He was still not facing Legolas. "I don't want to cause you more pain than I already have."
"You are causing me pain right now!" Legolas said sharply. Aragorn turned around.
"What? H-how?"
"By doing this," Legolas answered. "You can't just stop when you've started. You don't know what it's like, watching you, when you talk I don't hear a word you speak, just see how your delicious lips move, knowing I can't taste them again. And now that I have you, you stop and leave me unsatisfied!"
That left Aragorn completely dumbfounded. He wasn't sure he heard him correctly. 'You don't know what it's like' How can he say that? And he thinks I stopped just to tease him. I mean, does *he* know what it's like? He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again. He opened it again, but still he couldn't say a word. Finally he managed to ask:
"Why do you think I stopped?" his voice was quiet and a little shaky.
"Well I... I don't kn-"
"I stopped because of you! Don't you see? I've been holding myself back these past days so I wouldn't hurt you again. You have no idea what it's been like watching *you* and knowing that I can't have you!"
"You don't have to be worried about me getting hurt," Legolas said almost angrily.
"Of course I have to worry about you! I'm not making the same mistake I did in the first time. It's not worth the risk."
"Well I say it is!" Legolas' features softened. "We can take it slow." He brought his hand to Aragorn's shoulder and stroked it lightly. "Please, I need you. I beg you, finish this!" Aragorn studied Legolas' eyes for a long moment. He realized that he obviously thought it was worth the risk. He took his hand on his own and said:
"Very well."
"Thank you," Legolas sighed.
"But I'll go slowly and you'll have to tell me when it hurts."
Legolas nodded in agreement and gave him a quick kiss on the mouth. Then he lay slowly back on the bed and extended his hand to Aragorn. Aragorn took it, bent over Legolas and pressed his lips against his so gently it looked like their lips didn't meet at all.
Legolas had to pull away. He was very confused. Though Aragorn had barely touched him, the effect was much greater it had been during their previous encounters. There was a new feeling involved, and Legolas suspected it might be love.
"Aragorn, what-"
"I just don't want you to get hurt," he whispered, moving his mouth slowly over the skin in Legolas' neck, without touching. Legolas shivered. He had intended to ask Aragorn about the love-part, but found it impossible to speak. He had to give in to the sensations that Aragorn's hot breath on his skin caused him.
Finally Aragorn lowered his mouth to touch Legolas' skin, but even then it was just a light brush. Legolas let out a shaky moan. He was about to go mad. Aragorn brought his hand slowly up to Legolas' chest, and started to open his button's (A/N: I don't know nor care if they really have buttons or not, but in my story Legolas is wearing a shirt that has buttons.) slowly (I'm getting really bored saying 'slowly' all the time so just think that everything Aragorn does he does it slowly) one by one, moving his mouth behind his hand, touching the bare skin softly.
This kind of gentle treatment was - as Legolas would soon find out - much more effective than the urgent and quick one before.
Legolas' chest was rising heavily as Aragorn caressed it with his hand and lips. While Aragorn's hand kept going lower, opening the buttons, his mouth wondered to one of Legolas' nipples. He moved his lips above the skin around the pink nub, just barely touching. Legolas held his breath in anticipation. Aragorn teased him a bit more, before sticking his tongue out and licking the sensitive spot.
"Oh, Estel..." Legolas groaned deep in his throat.
Aragorn swirled the tip of his tongue around the erect nipple, making Legolas squirm under him. Then he took it in his mouth and started sucking. By that time Aragorn had gotten the buttons open, so his hand was free to tease the other nipple. All this happened very slowly, so it was pure torture (in a good way) for Legolas.
As Aragorn pushed Legolas' shirt open, he moved his mouth to the other nipple, and repeated his actions. First licking teasingly, and then sucking hard until Legolas cried out from pleasure. Aragorn's hand roamed about the naked stomach, being careful not to touch the wound. Aragorn trailed soft kisses up Legolas' chest to his chin, and finally found his mouth. The kiss wasn't so gentle any more. (Aragorn has his limits)
"Aragorn," Legolas gasped against his mouth. "Where did you learn to do that?" he asked breathlessly.
"Nowhere," Aragorn answered in a hoarse voice. "Did you enjoy it?"
"Very much," Legolas smiled, nodding his head slightly. He wrapped his arms around Aragorn's neck and pulled him close. "Now, I would like to repay you for that," he whispered into his ear.
"Would you now?" Aragorn whispered back.
Legolas didn't answer with words, but actions. He grabbed Aragorn by the back of his head and pulled him down in a breathtaking kiss. Aragorn was left astonished by the force of the kiss when they parted, and Legolas took advantage of that moment. He flipped them around so that he was straddling Aragorn. He took him by the wrists and put his hands above his head.
"Don't move," Legolas ordered. He let go of his wrists and leaned back slowly. "Now you're going to watch me, but you cannot touch. Keep your hands where they are or I'll have to bind them. Understood?" Aragorn frowned. What was Legolas up to?
"What are you going to do?"
"You'll have to be quiet too. Don't worry. You're going to like it."
"But-"
Legolas brought a finger to his lips. "Shh." He smiled slyly. Then he started moving his finger down his own body, from his lips to his chest, from his chest to his stomach, from his stomach to his... Aragorn gasped. This wasn't happening! These kinds of things happened only in his dreams. Legolas started taking his shirt off (pity it was already opened) slowly, leaning back to show Aragorn every detail of his magnificent torso. He tossed the shirt on the floor and looked into Aragorn's eyes. Aragorn could *see* the words 'come and get me' in his eyes. Legolas looked so gorgeous sitting on top of him, his long blond hair flowing on his naked chest. Aragorn tried to rise up and catch him, but Legolas took his wrists again and pressed them hard on the mattress, one on each side of his head.
"I thought I told you not to move," he said sharply. Aragorn was about to answer, when Legolas bent closer and licked his neck in a slow motion, going from the base of his throat to his chin. Aragorn's whole body shivered. "You already broke one rule," Legolas said quietly after raising his head. "I trust you don't do the same with the other rule."
Aragorn swallowed hard, and nodded ever so slightly. Legolas smiled and leaned back again. He now moved his hands over his own body, pinching his nipples and caressing his thighs. He watched Aragorn's eyes firmly, and saw them widening when his hand moved under his leggings and he began stoking himself. Legolas threw his head back and moaned loudly as he moved his hand faster. Aragorn had to moan himself. His own erection was in a desperate need of release, and was painfully trapped in his tight pants.
"Legolas," Aragorn gasped. "Please stop this. I can't take it anymore. I need you!" Legolas raised his head, and Aragorn saw from his eyes that he couldn't agree more. In less than a second (it felt like it) he was on top of Legolas, kissing him wildly and trying to lose their pants with shaky hands. When they were both naked and ready, Aragorn's last bit of control made him ask if Legolas was sure. After that it was over. He pushed himself inside of Legolas, slowly at first, but Legolas' cries of pleasure made him move faster. Legolas reached his peak first, letting out a wordless cry, and was followed soon by Aragorn. With his last strength Aragorn pulled away from Legolas, and fell down next to him (so he wouldn't collapse on top of the wound). Legolas threw his arm around him, bringing him closer. They gasped for breaths a couple of minutes before drifting in to sleep.
*End of flashback*
"But Aragorn. You know me." He turned Aragorn around, but Aragorn did not meet his gaze. "I could love you. And. I do love you." Aragorn's head snapped up quickly.
"Wh-what?"
"I. Love. You," Legolas answered, kissing Aragorn gently on the mouth between every word. Aragorn looked astonished for a moment, but soon found Legolas' neck as he embraced him lovingly.
"I love you too!"