Claiming, fic
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rugbytackleTitle: Claiming
Pairing: Boromir/Aragorn
Rating: PG-13
Archive: Rugbytackling
Author: ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
govi20
Beta: The lovely mooms
A.N. nevanoon made me the lovely wallpaper (under the cut), and I promised her to write a fic to it. So this one is for her!
We have stopped and made our camp early today because Frodo, our ring bearer as Gandalf calls him, isn’t feeling too well. Shortly after we have made camp, Aragorn disappears and I start following his trail to the forest, leaving a fretting Sam and a giggling Merry and Pippin behind with the dwarf, the elf and the wizard.
It’s a dense forest, not allowing much sunshine through the trees, but the weather is humid and I am sweating. I follow the trail of broken twigs, until the trees are beginning to grow thinner. There’s more daylight here and my breath hitches when I see him a few hundred feet away, lying in the grass.
I hear the sound of water and he must have been taking a bath, because his hair is still damp. He’s naked and seems to feel completely at ease, just lying there, letting himself dry. I wait till my heartbeat slows down and then without even thinking, I start undressing myself. With every layer I take off, the Steward’s son disappears, leaving just Boromir, naked.
My bare feet making hardly any sound, I sneak a little closer. Even the birds seem quiet. Behind a tree I watch him a while. He’s not even wearing the jewel his she-elf gave him. I am glad, because I never liked him wearing that. I step out of the shadows of the tree and now he hears me and turns his head sharply. His eyes widen seeing me and he blinks.
He starts speaking, but before he can utter a sound I kneel next to him, pressing two fingers to his mouth. “Be still,” I say and add some pressure to my fingers. He looks confused, but nods. I let my eyes rake his body, the well toned muscles, the slim hips and long legs. One of his hands is covering his groin and I reach out and lift it.
His cock is half hard, lying in a nest of dark pubic hair. Again I bring my hand to his mouth, slipping two fingers in. Hesitantly he twirls his tongue around my fingers, slicking them. When my other hand closes around his waist, he starts licking the palm of my hand.
I wrap my wet hand around his cock and stroke him slowly but firmly. He gasps and very soon his erection is rock hard. He hisses when I squeeze tight and he bucks up in my hand. I let my other hand slide down, and cup his balls. I speed up the movement of my hand, watching his face when he comes undone. With a strangled cry he comes, spraying his belly with seed.
I press him down till he is flat on his back. I spread his legs and lie between them. When my hand slides down behind his balls, seeking for his entrance he freezes. Again he tries to speak and again I silence him. He doesn’t try to fight me, some strange kind of spell seems to have taken possession, forcing him to bend to my will.
He’s so tight, I can hardly get my finger in and I am starting to think I am the first man, who has done this to him. There’s nothing here I can use to make it easier for him except his own seed, so I slide my fingers over his belly and start preparing him. His body is very slowly accepting the intrusion, and I can feel him relaxing. I bend over and kiss him, pushing my tongue in his mouth, exploring him. He moans and I kiss him hard, my fingers flexing and curling inside him.
I pull back my fingers replacing them with my cock. I have to fight to get in and I groan because he’s so hot and tight. He tries to relax, but he’s clearly in pain. I have to restrain myself but I manage to go slowly until I am fully seated. His eyes are closed and he breathes deeply.
“Open your eyes,” I tell him. I want him to see me, to acknowledge what’s happening here. I will help him claim his throne and his country, but I’ll claim him first and I want him to be aware of that.
His eyes flutter open, a small tear running from the corner. I slowly start moving, watching his face closely. I slowly see pain dissolving in pleasure and when I lift up his leg and change the angle, he cries out. No longer able to control myself I let go and just fuck him.
Our cries fill the air until his back arches, his body clenching tight and almost painful around me, pushing me over the edge. After I have regained my breath I carefully roll off and lie down beside him. Now that it’s done I feel strangely shy with him, can hardly believe I did this. But then he opens his eyes and smiles at me.
“Finally,” he says.
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Date: 2006-09-27 10:35 am (UTC)And Aragorn saying“Finally”!!!*melting*
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Date: 2006-09-27 10:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-27 12:55 pm (UTC)Well done!
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Date: 2006-09-28 07:02 am (UTC)And so he does - and Aragorn, it seems, has been waiting and wanting.
It's good to see Boromir untroubled for once - and taking the lead, almost. The trust between them is clearly visible and we shared in a lovely intimate moment.
And . . . gorgeous banner.
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Date: 2006-09-28 08:10 am (UTC)