Boromir knew he was in trouble the moment his trouser-lacing gave way. Thankfully, his tunic was both long and heavy.
Then his eyes fixed on the bead of sweat running down Aragorn's throat into the patch of hair framed by the neck of his unlaced tunic. Things got suddenly... draftier.
Boromir was about to take himself into the scrub to deal with his... problem, when Aragorn appeared in front of him.
"Need a hand with that, Boromir?"
Just that image was enough. Boromir groaned and came in his trousers like a teenager.
Aragorn smirked. "Don't worry, I have spares."
Summary: Boromir's lacings are a little strained...
Rated: G
Categories: LOTR FPS Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Warnings: NoneChallenges:
Series: NoneChapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 99 Read: 618
Published: 07 Aug 2009 Updated: 07 Aug 2009