That first day, stood beside his King in the mill’s small stable, both of them taking apart harness so they might not look on one another, Boromir could not resist a glance along the bench to see his love’s hands unbuckling a cheek-piece, and thought how they had changed.
Strong still and shapely with square fingers, on one of which the Ring Barahir winked at him, they were clean, free of cuts and scrapes with neatly kept nails, like white crescent moons.
Over Aragorn’s shoulder, he can see that sliver of moon as its kin scrape lightly along his cock.
Summary: Boromir is caught between past and present
Rated: R
Categories: LOTR FPS Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Warnings: NoneChallenges:
Series: NoneChapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 103 Read: 568
Published: 01 Mar 2012 Updated: 01 Mar 2012
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