Aragorn watched the two young Hobbits sweep the Steward's son off his feet. As the three of them squirmed around on the ground, Aragorn's thoughts turned indecent. He imagined Boromir pinned beneath him, not snickering, but moaning, their rigid cocks grinding together. And then he stripped the rich garments from the writhing, panting, tawny-haired, green-eyed temptation. And then he dragged his mouth down the warrior's sweating torso as Boromir gasped and begged him to . . .
"Crebain!"
Aragorn snapped out of his daze in time to hide the Hobbits. Neither of them inquired about the redness of his face.
Summary: Aragorn's fantasy.
Rated: R
Categories: LOTR FPS Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Warnings: NoneChallenges:
Series: NoneChapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 100 Read: 936
Published: 15 Aug 2009 Updated: 15 Aug 2009