Watching. [Lord of the Rings, Boromir/Legolas, NC17]
Title: Watching.
Author: dutch_kitty
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Voyeurism, masturbation, slash, character death.
Word count: 1089
Summary: Boromir watched Legolas, thinking about his home and more, much more. He wanted to touch but all he does is watch.
A/N: Springkink prompt for March 7 - Lord of the Rings, Boromir/Legolas; untouchable beauty - Legolas' calm was something to hold onto, as grounding and distant as his city's white walls.
When I left the others for a little walk to clear my mind, he had still been with them. Untouchable, beautiful and too good for someone like me. I know I am someone in my world, in my beautiful home. A home so far away that I had a hard time remembering just how beautiful the White City really was. With the Fellowship, that cursed ring, I found that I was nothing. Not able to keep myself from acting on urges, impulses, desires and lust - that ring and Legolas, they were driving me insane.
The walk helped, it really did, but then I saw him. Somehow he had arrived at my destination before me. I stopped the moment I saw him; such an untouchable beauty, I should have turned away, but I couldn't. I sat down in a dark spot between the bushes and the trees, and watched him. He wasn't doing much, really, he just stood there looking off into the distance. For a moment I thought he knew I was there but that moment passed as other thoughts and feelings became more powerful. Lust, the need which I had to touch him. I couldn't... wouldn't... touch him, he was too distant, too beautiful.
My body responded to his divine beauty; he was a forbidden fruit that I would never be able to taste, a calm rock I would never be allowed to hold on to. I felt a little guilty about my feelings for him, animalistic and so very unworthy, but I could not stop them. The more I watched him, his hair, his body, his muscles and long legs, the harder I got.
I wanted to touch him so badly; I wanted to hold onto his calm, his beauty, letting it ground me, something only the white wall of my home could do before. There was more though, a feeling which the White City never induced: sexual desire. I knew that I should not do it, but as I watched him I freed my hardening cock and started to pleasure myself.
He would never touch me like this, I knew he would not, but still I pictured his long fingers around my cock instead of my own. His would be soft, not rough and calloused like mine. I watched his hands while he stood, there still looking into the distance; he ran one of them through his long hair and I was mesmerized. I bit my bottom lip to keep myself from making a noise; I didn't want him to know I was there.
I gripped myself harder, running my thumb over the head of my cock, my eyes never leaving that vision of unearthly beauty. Just by standing there he could steal my heart and mind, he did not have to speak or do anything more. I started to move my hand up and down my shaft harder and faster, the desire just too great to ignore.
Watching him I knew that I should worry about him hearing me, but I didn't. An elf like him would know, should hear me, but I didn't care. I kept on pleasuring myself, stroking, squeezing. I started touching my balls too, rolling them in one hand while stroking my erection with the other. I kept biting my bottom lip to keep myself from moaning loudly. I was so close, and when I came it was hard to not cry out his name. I kept my eyes on him as I rode an orgasm such as I had never felt before.
When I finally caught my breath, he turned and looked my way; I knew he could not see me but at that moment I knew that he knew. He knew I was there, he probably had known all the time. I didn't move but he did, he moved toward the small camp; I knew I had to face him there and it troubled my mind.
While cleaning myself I thought about what I had been doing, knowing that it had been wrong. He was too beautiful, too calm and too distant, just like the walls of my beloved city, but he was more, so much more. He stirred something in me, something I had never felt before.
When I returned to the camp it was as nothing had happened; Legolas didn't treat me any differently and I wondered if I had imagined that he had looked at me. I wondered if maybe he had not known I had been there at all.
The next day passed and the more I thought about it, the more I was sure that my secret was still a secret. I was sure that he didn't know what I had done, that he didn't know that I lusted after him. I wanted to hold him so badly, wanted to hold onto his calm, let him ground me, but I knew that that could never be. It was probably for the best, he shouldn't know that his untouchable beauty affected me the way it did.
After dinner I was contemplating another walk; I needed to get away from the two things that were tempting me so much. I was just about to excuse myself when he did. “I am going for a walk.” He simply stated and when he passed me he looked at me and smiled. It was a knowing smile, a smile which I took for an invitation. I waited for a good amount of time, making sure not to attract unwanted attention before excusing myself.
He was easy to find, so easy to find that it was clear to me that he wanted me to find him. He was standing there, gazing into the distance like the night before, the clearing was clearly almost similar, even to the very trees and bushes. I was not ready to confront him, he was my untouchable beauty. I made my way to a secluded place, like the night before, and watched him, marveling just like the night before. Watched him and touched myself.
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Legolas, untouchable beauty, strong and calm just like the white walls of my home, a home I will never see again. And a beautiful elf I will never touch. I don't regret watching him, I don't regret that he knew, I do regret that I never touched him.
The last thing I will ever see is Aragorn's face. Dying with a close friend at hand and filled with the memories of a beautiful elf, is not the worst way to go. I close my eyes now and leave this place behind, leave the two things which I loved the most behind. Legolas and Gondor.
Author: dutch_kitty
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Voyeurism, masturbation, slash, character death.
Word count: 1089
Summary: Boromir watched Legolas, thinking about his home and more, much more. He wanted to touch but all he does is watch.
A/N: Springkink prompt for March 7 - Lord of the Rings, Boromir/Legolas; untouchable beauty - Legolas' calm was something to hold onto, as grounding and distant as his city's white walls.
When I left the others for a little walk to clear my mind, he had still been with them. Untouchable, beautiful and too good for someone like me. I know I am someone in my world, in my beautiful home. A home so far away that I had a hard time remembering just how beautiful the White City really was. With the Fellowship, that cursed ring, I found that I was nothing. Not able to keep myself from acting on urges, impulses, desires and lust - that ring and Legolas, they were driving me insane.
The walk helped, it really did, but then I saw him. Somehow he had arrived at my destination before me. I stopped the moment I saw him; such an untouchable beauty, I should have turned away, but I couldn't. I sat down in a dark spot between the bushes and the trees, and watched him. He wasn't doing much, really, he just stood there looking off into the distance. For a moment I thought he knew I was there but that moment passed as other thoughts and feelings became more powerful. Lust, the need which I had to touch him. I couldn't... wouldn't... touch him, he was too distant, too beautiful.
My body responded to his divine beauty; he was a forbidden fruit that I would never be able to taste, a calm rock I would never be allowed to hold on to. I felt a little guilty about my feelings for him, animalistic and so very unworthy, but I could not stop them. The more I watched him, his hair, his body, his muscles and long legs, the harder I got.
I wanted to touch him so badly; I wanted to hold onto his calm, his beauty, letting it ground me, something only the white wall of my home could do before. There was more though, a feeling which the White City never induced: sexual desire. I knew that I should not do it, but as I watched him I freed my hardening cock and started to pleasure myself.
He would never touch me like this, I knew he would not, but still I pictured his long fingers around my cock instead of my own. His would be soft, not rough and calloused like mine. I watched his hands while he stood, there still looking into the distance; he ran one of them through his long hair and I was mesmerized. I bit my bottom lip to keep myself from making a noise; I didn't want him to know I was there.
I gripped myself harder, running my thumb over the head of my cock, my eyes never leaving that vision of unearthly beauty. Just by standing there he could steal my heart and mind, he did not have to speak or do anything more. I started to move my hand up and down my shaft harder and faster, the desire just too great to ignore.
Watching him I knew that I should worry about him hearing me, but I didn't. An elf like him would know, should hear me, but I didn't care. I kept on pleasuring myself, stroking, squeezing. I started touching my balls too, rolling them in one hand while stroking my erection with the other. I kept biting my bottom lip to keep myself from moaning loudly. I was so close, and when I came it was hard to not cry out his name. I kept my eyes on him as I rode an orgasm such as I had never felt before.
When I finally caught my breath, he turned and looked my way; I knew he could not see me but at that moment I knew that he knew. He knew I was there, he probably had known all the time. I didn't move but he did, he moved toward the small camp; I knew I had to face him there and it troubled my mind.
While cleaning myself I thought about what I had been doing, knowing that it had been wrong. He was too beautiful, too calm and too distant, just like the walls of my beloved city, but he was more, so much more. He stirred something in me, something I had never felt before.
When I returned to the camp it was as nothing had happened; Legolas didn't treat me any differently and I wondered if I had imagined that he had looked at me. I wondered if maybe he had not known I had been there at all.
The next day passed and the more I thought about it, the more I was sure that my secret was still a secret. I was sure that he didn't know what I had done, that he didn't know that I lusted after him. I wanted to hold him so badly, wanted to hold onto his calm, let him ground me, but I knew that that could never be. It was probably for the best, he shouldn't know that his untouchable beauty affected me the way it did.
After dinner I was contemplating another walk; I needed to get away from the two things that were tempting me so much. I was just about to excuse myself when he did. “I am going for a walk.” He simply stated and when he passed me he looked at me and smiled. It was a knowing smile, a smile which I took for an invitation. I waited for a good amount of time, making sure not to attract unwanted attention before excusing myself.
He was easy to find, so easy to find that it was clear to me that he wanted me to find him. He was standing there, gazing into the distance like the night before, the clearing was clearly almost similar, even to the very trees and bushes. I was not ready to confront him, he was my untouchable beauty. I made my way to a secluded place, like the night before, and watched him, marveling just like the night before. Watched him and touched myself.
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Legolas, untouchable beauty, strong and calm just like the white walls of my home, a home I will never see again. And a beautiful elf I will never touch. I don't regret watching him, I don't regret that he knew, I do regret that I never touched him.
The last thing I will ever see is Aragorn's face. Dying with a close friend at hand and filled with the memories of a beautiful elf, is not the worst way to go. I close my eyes now and leave this place behind, leave the two things which I loved the most behind. Legolas and Gondor.