the most adventurous fic I've done so far;)

[floatingleaf]

So, I have finally managed to type this one up. It has been lurking in one of my secret notebooks for quite a few months.;) And don't ask what prompted me to write it - I am not even so much into Boromir, or threesomes in general. I just had this wild idea and decided to see if I can actually pull it off.;) I sometimes tend to see Legolas as this insatiable, wanton creature, and Aragorn as the devoted lover who would do anything to please him... lol. I think I might even explore that concept some more in the future... who knows? *wink*

Author: Floating Leaf
Title: Invitation
Pairings: Aragorn/Legolas, Aragorn/Legolas/Boromir
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Boromir is curious as to the nature of the bond between Aragorn and Legolas... and his curiosity gets rewarded.;)
Warnings: A totally shameless PWP. A threesome. A very slutty Legolas.:P
Disclaimer: God forbid Tolkien would even suggest anything of the kind. It's all my fault.
A/N: As for timing, this takes place during the Fellowship's stay in Lorien; and I do realize that after the fall of Gandalf our lovely heroes probably wouldn't be in the mood for the kind of entertainment I make them enjoy.;) Still, this is a PWP, and I guess I could always say that they needed this to relieve the tension.:P Anyway... if this is your cup of tea, enjoy - and if not, skip with no hard feelings, if you please. I mean no harm.;)



Boromir stirred awake, troubled by uneasy dreams of his father and the Ring. He glanced warily around, wondering if his tossing and turning had woken anyone else. The hobbits were huddled up closely on one side of the low fire, unmoving, and Gimli snored loudly on the other. Both Aragorn and Legolas were gone.
Boromir had his suspicions as to why the two might be seeking some time alone, and thought it would ease his mind to know for sure that Legolas was indeed taken. He fancied the beautiful elf, but had no intention of challenging Aragorn over him. Mayhap he would be cured of his longing if he saw them together.
He decided to take a walk through the enchanting Lorien forest. Soon enough he spotted a faint trail of footprints, leading towards a thick copse some distance away. He followed, walking as quietly as possible. When he was approaching the tight cluster of bushes, a sound wafted towards him on the breeze... a soft, aching moan. Then another. Boromir moved closer, holding his breath. He crouched down carefully and pushed some twigs aside, peering through the foliage into the small clearing beyond.
The sight that unfolded before him nearly made him gasp. The elf was sprawled out on his back upon the grass, completely naked, with Aragorn, just as naked, on top of him; one powerful, muscled thigh planted firmly between two long, slender ones. As if that wasn't quite enough, the man was holding up the elf's wrists above his head with one hand, while the other trailed languidly over the smooth, pale chest, brushing against peaked nipples.
Legolas moaned.
Boromir could barely keep from moaning himself as Aragorn brought his mouth close to the pointed ear and whispered something in Elvish - something that seemed to arouse Legolas even more and made him arch his body into the touch. Then the man flicked his tongue against the delicate shell, tweaked a nipple and ground his hips down hard - all at the same time.
The elf whimpered helplessly, lifting a leg and winding it tightly around Aragorn, his heel digging into the man's buttock.
"Tell me what you want, meleth nin", Aragorn said in a thick, husky voice, rubbing his stubble against the elf's smooth cheek.
"You, Estel...", Legolas breathed. "All of you... To be in your possession..."
"I will have you, Legolas", the man rasped. "You will spread for me and let me revel in your silken heat..."
The words were followed by another deep moan of nearly unbearable arousal, and Boromir had a really hard time controlling himself. Aragorn moved a little to the side, revealing the elf's pale, rigid and steadily leaking shaft, which he stroked once, teasingly, before reaching towards the pile of discarded clothes. He retrieved a small vial of thick, clear substance - some kind of oil, no doubt - and poured a generous amount of it on his fingers. Then he confidently slid his hand under Legolas' backside, delving between his buttocks.
They surely weren't doing this for the first time. The elf hardly showed any discomfort as the man's fingers went smoothly all the way in, and soon he was writhing and groaning, obviously desperate for more. Aragorn pulled his fingers out and reached for the vial again. Boromir watched avidly as he oiled his throbbing erection. The man was well endowed, no doubt about it. Still, the slender elf seemed quite accustomed to his girth. He barely flinched as the huge organ breached his body.
Once he was fully sheathed, Aragorn claimed Legolas' mouth in a fierce, possessive kiss.
"Aii, Estel!... So deep...", the elf nearly sobbed.
"Yes... Just the way you like it... And now I'm going to try and reach your heart...", the man growled. Then he started to move.
It was a hard ride, if Boromir had ever seen one. The elf's total submission and his cries of shameless enjoyment aroused him just as much as Aragorn's powerful thrusts. He would give anything to have Legolas beneath him like this, so hot and willing. Still, it was strangely gratifying just to watch.
So he watched, rubbing himself absently through his clothes, until the elf let out a piercing scream, spilling his milky seed all over the man's chest. Aragorn slammed into him one last time, groaning deeply, as he too found his release. Then he collapsed bonelessly on top of the elf's slack body.
Long, slender arms encased him, stroking his back.
"I was so starved for this, Estel...'", Legolas sighed, regarding his spent lover with a slow, sated smile.
"So was I, meleth nin", Aragorn murmured tiredly, dragging a hand through pale elven hair.
They both seemed to doze off then, so Boromir chose that moment to make his exit. Just as he was about to turn away, it seemed to him that Legolas opened his eyes again and looked in his direction... but he decided that even if the elf heard something, he was probably too submerged in his post-coital bliss to care.

Throughout the next day Boromir studiously avoided any close encounters with either of the two lovers. He felt a little apprehensive because of his voyeuristic trip, fearing his demeanor might betray him. He grew even more uneasy after he noticed Aragorn and Legolas whispering to each other while glancing in his direction. So when Aragorn approached him later, he braced himself for some questioning, or even a harsh reprimand. His eyes widened in surprise when the other man put a friendly arm around his shoulders.
"Did you enjoy what you saw last night?", Aragorn asked casually, not a hint of anger or menace in his voice.
Boromir took a deep breath.
"So I was discovered", he concluded.
Aragon shrugged.
"Of course you were. Legolas is an elf. He has very acute hearing. He recognized your footsteps long before you were close enough to see us", he explained.
Boromir gasped as the implications hit him.
"So... you didn't mind being watched?...", he said.
Aragorn answered calmly: "No, we didn't."
"Let me tell you something, my friend", he continued after a moment of stunned silence. "Legolas and I have been lovers for a long time. We know all about each other's secret desires. We have discussed many shameless fantasies and brought some of them to life. As you might have noticed, Legolas is very passionate. He likes being treated in a not-so-gentle manner. He also likes being watched as he is taken roughly. It makes his pleasure very intense..."
Boromir shuddered at the memory of Legolas spread open under Aragorn, thrusting his hips up to meet him with loud, heated cries, his angelic face contorted in esctasy.
"And I'm sure it would be even more intense", Aragorn went on, "if he were to be taken by two men at the same time..."
Boromir's heart almost stopped. Was that an invitation? If not, why would Aragorn be telling him those things? He glanced up at the ranger's face and found it lit up by a sly, sensual smile.
"Wouldn't it be even better to participate than just to watch?", Aragorn whispered confidentially.
"Gods, what a question!", Boromir chuckled. "I think you know my answer already. But... aren't you too... possessive of him to share him this way?", he inquired cautiously.
Aragorn shook his head.
"I know his heart belongs to me. I know he would never give himself to another without my knowledge and consent. I also know he will be extremely thrilled and grateful to me for allowing this. And...", he paused, grinning again, "sometimes I love to watch him being taken too."
Boromir grinned back.
"So was it his own idea to count me in on this... or your suggestion?..."
"We are the only two men around here", Aragorn answered cheekily.
"But, to tell you the truth", he lowered his voice again, "Legolas is quite attracted to rough warrior types".
"So I would presume!", Boromir replied, laughing, and Aragorn clapped him on the shoulder with a wink.


They found a secluded clearing in the woods, farther away from the camp than the previous one. As Aragorn led Boromir towards it, he said that Legolas would be there already, waiting for them.
"Let's play a little game", Aragorn suggested when they were close to their destination. "Let's pretend that we are just two travelling rangers who came upon this lovely wood-elf by accident. And who intend to play rough with him, whether he likes it or not."
He winked again, pushing through the branches that concealed the entrance to the clearing, with Boromir following close behind.
Legolas was reclining on an animal skin spread out upon the grass, naked except for his coat of shining hair. He looked up at Boromir with a coy smile.
"See, my friend", Aragorn said, "this beautiful elf is definitely looking for some company. I'm sure he would gladly spread his legs for as fine a man as you are."
"This yet remains to be seen", Legolas replied archly. "I would like to know first what this fine man has on offer for me."
Aragorn chuckled.
"That is understandable. Drop your pants, Boromir."
Boromir hesitated, before reaching to unbuckle his belt.
"No. Do not remove your sword, proud warrior", Legolas said.
Now this was even more interesting. The elf certainly liked it rough, if he wanted to be taken by a fighting man, still wearing his sword.
He unbuttoned his tunic and pushed the flaps aside, so that he could easily undo his breeches and pull them down, but he left his swordbelt on.
Legolas watched with heavy-lidded eyes as he revealed his rapidly growing erection.
"Do you like what you see, elven princeling?", he asked, falling into the game.
Legolas didn't say anything. Instead, he turned over onto his stomach and looked at Boromir over his shoulder, smiling seductively.
"Let me prepare him for you", Aragorn said.
He walked up to the elf, sat down on the grass beside him and unceremoniously pulled his thighs apart.
Boromir watched, stroking himself languidly, as Aragorn took the small vial out of his pocket, oiled his hands and slowly caressed Legolas' thighs, buttocks and lower back, before brushing his fingertips over the hidden entrance. He was obviously taking his time, stoking a fire within the elf, prolonging the anticipation.
Legolas whimpered softly, biting his lip. Aragorn grinned wolfishly, pushing one finger all the way in. Legolas gasped.
"Patience, elf", the man chuckled. "You will get more soon."
He pushed in a second finger, twisting them both in an obviously practised manner. Legolas shuddered violently with a deep groan.
Aragorn twisted his fingers some more, until the elf was writhing and squirming, lifting his hips. Then he removed his hand, got up and stood a little to the side.
"He's all yours now, my friend", he said.
Legolas pulled his knees up, lifting his ass into the air in blatant invitation.
Boromir couldn't help grinning. It gave him an intoxicating sense of power to see the lofty elven prince offered to him like that.
He dropped to his knees behind Legolas, gripped the slim hips firmly and pushed in with one steady thrust.
The elf cried out in a heady mixture of pain and pleasure.
"That's it. Ride him hard", Aragorn said in a thick voice.
He had loosened his tunic and pulled his breeches down, just as Boromir had, but left his swordbelt on as well. His hand closed around his impressive erection as he watched Boromir plunge repeatedly into the elf's tight channel.
Legolas felt like molten velvet, and he pushed back eagerly, taking it all with delightfully wanton groans.
Aragorn walked up to the elf, dropped to his knees in front of him and gripped a handful of the golden hair at the back of his neck, tilting his head up.
"Let's make some use of that luscious mouth of yours too, pretty elf", he growled.
Legolas rose up, bracing his hands against the ground, and took Aragorn's cock between his lips. He must have done this countless times before as well, since he neither gagged nor flinched as the huge, stiff organ disappeared down his throat. He let Aragorn push it all the way in again and again, sucking greedily and moaning around it, while he still managed to be amazingly responsive to Boromir's thrusts. Apparently laying with two men at the same time was something he had done before as well.
Boromir felt his release approaching fast, and he instinctively reached under Legolas' hips to stroke him, but Aragorn grunted out:
"Don't touch him! Don't let him come..."
Legolas moaned plaintively as Boromir exploded inside him. Aragorn pulled his cock out of the elf's mouth, removed his swordbelt and sat down upon his haunches.
"Now come here, elf", he rasped.
Legolas gave Boromir's softening organ one last squeeze with his inner muscles and waited for him to pull out before scooting forward eagerly. Boromir reclined on his side and watched as the elven prince straddled the ranger's hips and impaled himself upon the throbbing manhood. Legolas was frantic now, bearing down on Aragorn with wild little shrieks. The man groaned deeply, apparently close to his own release.
"Help me finish him, Boromir", he managed in a strained tone.
Boromir sat up and moved behind Legolas, sliding one hand over his chest, against the tightly peaked nipples, while the other closed around the dripping shaft. The elf threw his head back and nearly howled, coming in violent spurts onto Aragorn's chest. The ranger followed close behind, thrusting up into him with a harsh cry.
Boromir cupped the elf's cheek even before he stopped screaming and turned the flushed face towards himself, claiming the sensual mouth in a brutal kiss. Legolas kissed back with wild abandon, his cock still pulsing in Boromir's hand. Then he broke away and turned his head towards Aragorn.
Boromir moved back a little, realizing that his role in this encounter had been fulfilled. Aragorn and Legolas were completely lost in each other, embracing and kissing deeply. He could only hope that one day (or night) they might feel inclined to share their pleasures with him again...

The End

Comments

[lumiel-alatar.livejournal.com]

Glad you mostly write A/L fics with submissive Legolas.
That was incredibly hot!
Legolas is Venus.

[floatingleaf.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :)