another A/L ficlet! :)

[floatingleaf]

Finally! I managed to find enough time to type up my first A/L ficlet. I wrote it many months ago, but never posted, and I'm not as happy with it as with the other one I wrote later (and posted immediately)... but still, after some editing, I decided to give it a chance. It's a PWP, basically, since that's all I seem to be capable of - for now at least... Take it as a porn-writing exercise, if you will.;P I hope it can still be fun to read, especially if you're in the mood for some sweet man/elf loving... (yeah, it's me, so it's sweet and neat and very sappy, lol) And I am - most of the time, anyway.;)

Title: Tryst
Author: Floating Leaf
Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A totally fluffy PWP first-timer. Yeah, baby... it's all I do.:D And I know it's been done to death, but I can never have enough, so here I go. If the concept bores you, don't read. Simple as that.
Warnings: None, other than what I've said above.
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me. They belong to each other.:D





Aragorn could not sleep. Thoughts of the beautiful elven prince were stirring his blood and keeping him awake. Ever since the graceful guest arrived at the house of his father, he had felt strangely agitated, as if waiting for someting to happen. He didn't actually count on his powerful attraction to Legolas being returned, but... there was undeniably something peculiar in the elf's gaze whenever their eyes met. The smile with which he graced Aragorn was positively radiant, and he seemed to truly enjoy the man's company. Yet... wouldn't he be shocked or even disgusted if he knew the true nature of Aragorn's affections? It seemed very likely that Legolas would be attracted to other males... but had he ever considered succumbing to the passionate embrace of a mortal?
No, Aragorn definitely could not sleep. He rose from the bed, pulled on a robe and and strode out onto the balcony. His gaze immediately drifted towards the guest quarters, where Legolas' chamber was. And there he noticed a lone, slim figure standing upon the terrace. It's long, silvery blond hair shimmered softly in the moonlight.
"Legolas!...", Aragorn whispered.
He was clearly out of earshot... and yet, at this very instant, the figure turned towards him. They gazed at each other for a long, breathless moment. Then Legolas pulled his robe about himself and descended the steps leading from the terrace to the courtyard. He crossed it slowly, stopping on the way, as if waiting to be followed... and vanished into the trees beyond. Was he really expecting Aragorn to join him? Well... there was one way to find out.
Aragorn quickly left his chamber and walked quietly through the house, careful not to disturb anyone. He went almost soundlessly across the empty courtyard and entered the grove.
Legolas wasn't hard to find. His shining hair was like a lantern leading the way. He stood leaning against a tree, gazing through the branches at the moonlit sky. He didn't seem to react at the sound of Aragorn's footsteps, except that his lips moved in the barest hint of a smile.
"Am I disturbing you, prince Legolas?...", Aragorn asked cautiously.
"Quite the contrary", was the immediate answer.
"I could not sleep...", he went on, just to say something, to prevent an awkward silence.
"Neither could I", Legolas concurred.
"Is something troubling you, my gracious friend?", Aragorn inquired, genuinely concerned.
"I believe", Legolas answered thoughtfully, "I believe you could say that... even though the trouble in question isn't entirely unpleasant", he added with a tiny secretive smile.
Aragorn decided to take his chance.
"Could it perhaps be the thoughts of someone special that are keeping you awake?...", he ventured.
"Yes", the elf sighed, still smiling, but not meeting his gaze. "Yes indeed."
Aragorn took a deep breath.
"So it is with me."
"And the object of your fond musings, my lord, if you don't mind me asking... is of course the Lady Arwen?", Legolas questioned, just a little sarcastically - as though he knew the answer already.
"Not any more", Aragorn stated bluntly, sensing the invitation in the prince's voice. " There is another elf I find even more graceful and enticing than she..."
"And would you, by any chance, care to tell me who that fortunate elf might be?..."
Legolas looked at him then from under lowered lashes, and Aragorn's heart was beating so fast he could hardly breathe.
"And if I tell you, my friend...", he stammered, " would you also give me the name of your chosen one?"
"So be it", Legolas whispered, suddenly serious and a little breathless as well.
Aragorn swallowed, steadied his racing heart and declared: "I am captivated by the glorious prince of Mirkwood."
The elf's face was transformed by the most radiant smile he had ever seen.
"And my dreams have been filled with one known here by the name of Estel", he answered warmly.
"Legolas!...", the man exclaimed, lost for words. He took the elf's hands in his own.
"But my prince...", he began uncertainly after a moment. "Estel is but a mortal..."
"And yet", Legolas interrupted firmly, "he is the most impressive, captivating and desirable companion I could wish for".
The elf's voice was husky, almost seductive, and Aragorn could no longer restrain himself. He slid his arms around Legolas and pulled him into a fervent embrace. Their mouths found each other and opened to each other without a second thought. Aragorn shamelessly thrust his tongue forward, and Legolas responded in kind. He was clutching at the man's shoulders, sucking on his tongue as though he wanted to swallow it. His eagerness drove Aragorn wild. He pushed the elf against the tree, pressing his whole body up against him. The clear and firm evidence of Legolas' arousal came into tantalizing contact with his own. They both moaned, breaking the frantic kiss.
Aragorn's fingers slipped into Legolas' shining hair, caressing the back of his neck and tilting his head slightly to one side as he trailed kisses along his jawline, while his other hand found its way into the opening of the elf's robe.
"You are beauty itself, my prince", he murmured against Legolas' skin. "You are perfection..."
Legolas panted, letting his long, graceful fingers trace the rippling muscles of Aragorn's back.
"Oh, Estel...", he breathed. "You... you are most... welcome... to have... your way... with this... perfection..."
Aragorn growled softly, pressing harder against him, while his calloused fingertips brushed over a nipple.
Legolas moaned wantonly, rolling his hips.
Aragorn's mouth fastened itself onto a graceful elven ear, his tongue flicking teasingly over the pointed tip as he continued to rub and pinch the hardening nipple.
Legolas started writhing against him, showing him clearly with his insistent movements that he was on fire.
Aragorn pulled his silken robe open and kissed his way down to the other nipple, while his other hand moved over the toned chest and stomach to wrap around the straining erection.
Legolas arched, head thrown back, pushing helplessly into the man's hand. His knees gave out from under him and Aragorn was forced to lower him to the ground. He freed the prince's arms from the silken sleeves and lifted them up over his head, holding his wrists with one hand, while the other cupped the elf's flushed face.
"Sweet Legolas", he crooned, caressing the velvety skin, "will you surrender yourself to my passion?"
The elven beauty was laid out shamelessly before him, with heavy-lidded eyes and glorious hair cascading over the grass, his soft lips parted, chest heaving and long, graceful legs open to reveal a dripping arousal.
"Yes!... By the Valar, yes!...", he panted. "Take your pleasure from me, Estel... in every way you desire..."
Aragorn pulled off his own robe in one swift movement and covered the elf's body with his own. He ground his hips hard into Legolas, rubbing their erections against each other. His willing lover moaned deeply, undulating beneath his weight. Aragorn kissed him passionately again, thrusting his tongue forcefully into his open mouth. He wanted Legolas more than he had ever wanted anyone, and the elf's responsiveness was intoxicating. He broke the kiss, breathing heavily. His hands caressed the smooth, open thighs, then slipped under to cup the taut buttocks, pulling them slightly apart.
Legolas gasped.
"Yes!... Enter me, Estel...", he whispered hotly. "Fill me with your throbbing hardness... I so need you to take me... to possess me..."
Aragorn was so inflamed by the delicious begging that he nearly exploded that very moment. He pulled back a little, steadying himself, and squeezed the perfect cheeks, pushing his fingers into the crease, brushing against the tight entrance into his lover's body.
"Have you ever been taken this way?", he asked, as Legolas tensed and whimpered.
"Never by a human", was the answer.
Aragorn slid his fingers around the head of Legolas' weeping arousal to lubricate them, and then pushed them slowly inside. His other hand returned to teasing the elf's tantalizingly hard nipples.
Legolas gasped and shivered, digging his nails into his lover's back.
"Oh Elbereth!... Estel... Your hands... your fingers... they are... so rough... ohhh..."
"Is it bothering you, my sweetest?", Aragorn murmured, stilling his movements.
"Ohh no!...", Legolas answered in a fervent whisper. "'Tis exciting me... beyond measure..."
Aragorn pushed his fingers in deeper, and Legolas let out a sharp, lustful cry, arching against him.
The man grinned wolfishly, his eyes wide and burning as he watched the elven prince unravel under his touch. While still brushing over the sensitive spot deep inside Legolas, he dragged the thumb of his other hand along the pale, throbbing shaft, from base to tip.
The elf stiffened suddenly, then bucked with a loud, broken moan, spilling pearly liquid over Aragorn's hand.
The man was entranced by the sight, and so aroused he couldn't hold back any more. He used his lover's release to coat his own erection, then grabbed the long, slender legs and slung them over his shoulders.
Before Legolas had time to recover from his sudden climax, Aragorn was fully inside him, breathing hard, face twisted in a paroxysm of pleasure.
"Ahhh... Estel... You fill me so deeply...", he nearly sobbed, still shaking from the power of his release.
"Am I hurting you, my beauty?", Aragorn managed to choke out, overwhelmed by the silken heat that encased him.
"No, beloved... 'Tis pure bliss... I have never felt such ecstasy..."
"Neither have I..."
He started moving slowly, careful not to bring any pain, but Legolas gripped his hips firmly and moaned:
"My body so craves your roughness... Ravish me, Estel... Please... show no restraint..."
Aragorn let out a deep growl of pent-up need and slammed forward, throwing all caution to the wind. He thrust violently, hard and fast, just like his body was begging him to do. Legolas screamed and thrashed wildly beneath him, tossing his hair, and Aragorn could feel his recently spent organ hardening again between their stomachs. But before he had time to take it in his hand, the tightening in his groin overcame him and he knew he was too close to his own release. There wasn't anything in the world he could do right now to stop it. He rammed his cock deep into the welcoming body and went rigid, spilling himself with a harsh cry. Then he collapsed bonelessly into Legolas' arms.
The elf lowered his legs to the ground, but still held onto his lover, sighing blissfully. He tenderly ruffled Aragorn's hair and kissed the side of his face.
"Now I am yours, Estel", he whispered. "For as long as you'll have me."
Aragorn lifted his head to look him in the eyes.
"I will have you for as long as there is a heart beating in this chest", he declared, voice thick with emotion. He took the elf's hand in his own and pressed it against his torso for emphasis.
Legolas' clear blue eyes glimmered with sudden tears.
"Then I have everything my heart ever desired."
Aragorn kissed him, very tenderly this time.
"You are unfulfilled, my treasure", he said, reaching down between their bodies.
"Oh, I have never been more fulfilled", Legolas answered, but made no objections as Aragorn touched him. The man pulled out of him slowly and leaned back a little, to admire his beauty once again.
"I want to give you more", he rasped right into the sensitive elven ear, flicking his tongue against it. "I want to taste you..."
"Oh yesss... Anything you want... Please...", Legolas purred, unbearably excited within a moment.
Aragorn kissed him hungrily, possessively all over, leaving marks and bruises on the perfect skin.
"Mine", he growled playfully between licks and bites. "All mine, to do with him as I please..."
"Sweet Eru, yes!..." Legolas was writhing in desire, completely at his mercy, the rigid shaft pulsating in his hand. Aragorn stroked him firmly, his mouth trailing wetly over the quivering thighs. The elf tried bucking his hips up into the touch, but the man held him down as he suddenly devoured the full length of his arousal. Legolas' ecstatic gasps and whimpers were the sweetest music to his ears, and he tasted even better than Aragorn had imagined. He took him as deep down his throat as he would go and sucked mercilessly, until another keening cry split the night and the elf's flesh softened in his mouth. Letting go, he crawled back up the prone body to look at the rapt face.
"What have I ever done to deserve such a prize?...", he mused, staring in amazement at the beauty before him.
"Oh Estel!...", Legolas sighed breathlessly, clutching at his shoulders. "What have I ever done to deserve the best lover in Arda?"
Aragorn chuckled, proud and amused.
"You have no way of knowing if I really am the best", he teased. "It may likely be that you have a taste for mortal men."
"I have a taste for you," Legolas answered, pulling him close for a deep kiss.
Aragorn turned over and stretched out languidly upon his back, still holding Legolas to him. The glorious waves of his lover's silken hair fell gently upon his face and shoulders, soon followed by the touch of velvety lips. The soft caresses moved slowly downwards, over his firm chest and stomach. Aragorn sighed blissfully. His manhood had stirred already while he was deep-throating Legolas, and now it was quite eager for some attention. Legolas touched it tentatively, rubbing his face lovingly against Aragorn's powerful thighs.
"You are so beautiful... so strong...", he whispered.
And then the silken tongue lapped at the hard flesh.
"Oh Legolas!... Please...", the man gasped.
He was conscious of his size and didn't expect the elf to be able to take him fully into his mouth during their first encounter, but the gentle explorations of fingers, lips and tongue were enough to drive him wild with lust.
He gripped the elf's shoulders, pulling him up.
"Legolas!...", he said urgently. "Can you straddle me and... impale yourself upon me?... I need to be inside you once again..."
The elf nodded eagerly and rose up on his knees, positioning himself over the man's hips. Aragorn's hands spread his buttocks and steadied him as he slowly lowered himself upon the rigid shaft. Now he was more in control of their lovemaking, not only giving himself to Aragorn and urging him to take, but actively participating, bearing down upon the flesh that pierced him as he arched and moaned. And it was the sight of him doing this that brought the man over the edge. He released with a deep groan, pulling hard on the elf's erection, and this time Legolas followed soon enough, feeling his lover's heat explode inside of him. He collapsed, panting, on top of his chosen one.
"Oh Estel... Had I but known there was such exquisite bliss awaiting me in your arms...", he sighed.
"Yes, beloved... We wasted far too much time in ignorance, before you had the wondrous flash of insight to lure me out here", Aragorn smiled.
"But now we are going to make up for the lost time, are we not?", Legolas purred.
"Oh yes. Most thoroughly. I intend to sneak into your chamber and ravish you as often as possible."
"Mmm... You are more than welcome... But, on second thoughts, it might be wiser if we actually meet out here. I wouldn't want to disturb anyone in your household if I ever got too loud..."
Aragorn grinned wickedly.
"That's a very sensible suggestion, my passionate one. I wouldn't want you keeping quiet just for decency's sake. 'Tis unbearably arousing when you get loud... VERY loud..."
Legolas moaned softly at the words, and they both felt their passion stirring again.
"Is it possible for the two of us to ever have enough?", Aragorn mused, running his fingers through pale elven hair.
"Let's try that out, my love", Legolas suggested, with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Let's see how much time it takes before either of us is too exhausted to go on..."
"Very tempting, Legolas. But I have a feeling that before we're done, it would already be morning and everyone would come looking for us. Which is going to happen surprisingly soon, judging by the color of the sky", he added, sighing in obvious disappointment.
"Should we get back then?", Legolas asked, a little sadly.
"Don't worry, my sweet elven beauty." Aragorn kissed the top of his head. "The day will pass quickly, and we shall meet here again by moonrise."
"Oh, I can't wait already", the elf whispered passionately, against the warm skin of Aragorn's neck.

The End

Comments

[floatingleaf.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad you enjoyed it.;)))

it's the contrast between Elves and Men

Yes, that's what attracts me most about this pairing. I believe there must be contrasts and marked differences between two people for real passion to consume them. But there must also be a deep spiritual connection - and they have that too. Even if I am much better at describing the sensual aspects of their relationship, somehow... :D

[niennas-dreams.livejournal.com]

I believe there must be contrasts and marked differences between two people for real passion to consume them. But there must also be a deep spiritual connection - and they have that too.

Okay, this is really late, but I have to say...this is one of the best descriptions of their love that I've ever read. About why it works.

And there's nothing wrong with concentrating on the sensuality of their relationship ;D *loves*

[floatingleaf.livejournal.com]

this is one of the best descriptions of their love that I've ever read. About why it works.

Awww, thank you so much.:)

there's nothing wrong with concentrating on the sensuality of their relationship ;D

So I hope... lol.;P

*big hugs*