Aragorn sat astride the log, wiping sweat from his forehead. Boromir's backmuscles were active under the damply-purple silk as he heaved up his breeches. Aragorn admired his Steward's back, but he preferred the front where he had just been enjoying some riding exercises. He thought of the wide-mouthed gasping man beneath him, eyes black-green with demanding desire, and felt his own length twitch with its own remembrance. He always rode him hard, and fast, to join in a crashing conclusion. Boromir grunted,
"Just as well you don't wear spurs, you'd have me yelling 'Stop' and meaning it!"
Summary: Aragorn admired his Steward's back.
Rated: NC-17
Categories: LOTR FPS Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Warnings: NoneChallenges:
Series: NoneChapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 97 Read: 362
Published: 01 Mar 2012 Updated: 01 Mar 2012