Aragorn's head rested on Legolas'
pelvis, which was warm and soft. His fingers were playing with the laces of
Legolas' leggings in a teasing sort of way.
"Estel... ehhhhh..." He took his eyes off the ceiling of
the private bedroom and looked at the man. Legolas reached down, his own slender
fingers digging into the dark brown hair. "M-maybe you should not... ohhhhh..."
Aragorn had
turned his head to nuzzle his face into Legolas' crotch through the leggings.
The hardness was encouraging and Aragorn looked up at Legolas with a smile. "You
are only saying that because of your cold." He kissed Legolas along the length
of the cock straining for freedom beneath the beige leggings. "Clearly you want
it."
Legolas sighed
and lay back upon the bed, rubbing his cheek into his pillow as he was overcome
with sensations. He was torn between the lovely ripples of pleasure Aragorn was
sending through his body and the nagging tickles filling his nose. Unfortunately,
the choice was beyond his control.
He pulled
his hand back, cupping it to his face. His eyes shut and his breath came in
quick, silent gasps. Then his whole body gave a shake as he sneezed. "ehhhhhShihhhh!" His hand curled into a fist as he
coughed into it, eyes still tightly shut.
Aragorn propped
himself up on both elbows, then he crawled up the bed to lie just beside
Legolas. He took Legolas in his arms, holding the elf tightly until the coughs
passed. Legolas sniffled and rubbed his face into Aragorn's chest. The slow
breaths and steady heartbeat were calming, as was the warmth that came along
with his lover. Legolas relaxed.
"There,"
Aragorn stroked the back of Legolas' head, petting soothingly. "Don't you like
when I hold you? When I touch you? When I make love to you?"
Legolas
smiled and nodded easily in agreement.
"Then let
me care for you and make you feel better."
In
Aragorn's arms, Legolas tensed up again. He covered his nose again, as well. "ihhhh-yihhhChhhhh! IhhhShhhhh!" He sniffed
weakly. "And what will make me feel better?" he asked timidly.
Aragorn
kissed his forehead with tenderness and smiled. "Let us find out." As he gave
the elf a tight squeeze, his hand reached down. It found the ends of the ties
and pulled. The bow came loose and his leggings fell open. Aragorn grinned and
slipped his hand inside. Legolas gasped happily this time.
The man
slid back down and pulled at the waistband of Legolas' leggings with his teeth.
Legolas lifted his arse off the bed obligingly, and Aragorn continued to tug
until Legolas was free and exposed. He kissed his way up Legolas' shaft, then ran his tongue down it. Then he took Legolas' cock in
his mouth.
Legolas
gasped. He coughed, but gasped.
"Mmm?" Aragorn inquired, the hum causing
a vibration that Legolas clearly liked.
"Oh yes..." Legolas
agreed at once. He rubbed hard at his nose to keep from sneezing long enough to
enjoy what Aragorn was doing to him. He kept one hand at his nose but he
reached down with the other one. At first, he pet Aragorn's head. But, then, he
massaged and then gripped hard. His breathing raced and his pelvis thrust and
he cried out quietly.
Aragorn
swallowed and wiped the back of his hand against his mouth. Then he crawled
back up and lay back down beside the spent elf. He grabbed a clean handkerchief
and pressed it to Legolas' nose while he petted the long blond hair. "So?"
Legolas
nodded and snuggled into Aragorn with a sigh. "I do like the way you take care
of me."
*
The fire hissed
and crackled as Elladan threw another stick in. "Warm enough for you, Legolas?"
he asked, sitting down beside Legolas on the floor in front of the fireplace. His
twin brother settled down on Legolas' other side.
"Yes, thank
you," Legolas replied with a nod. He'd been rubbing at his nose for a while
now, but now he held the handkerchief up to his face. His body tensed and eyes
closed. "ehhh-ihhhhSchhhh!
Yihh-Shuhhhh!" He was thrown
forward, bent over, hair in his face.
"Galu," Elrohir said. He rubbed Legolas' back comfortingly
as Legolas blew his nose and then slowly sat back up.
"Sniff! Thank you. Sniff! I do appreciate your care. I do not feel very well at all."
Elladan
cocked his head. "Poor Legolas." He reached over and
placed his hand on Legolas' far shoulder. He began to massage gently.
"Poor
Legolas," Elrohir echoed, his hand sliding up to rest on Legolas' other
shoulder. He massaged in synch.
Legolas
sighed deeply, rolling his head and then hanging it such that his chin met his
chest. The twins continued to massage and Legolas loosened up and relaxed,
swaying to the rubbings. The fire glowed in front of them,
warming their faces and making them all feel a little tired.
Aragorn stood
in the doorway on the side of the room, his arms crossed over his chest as he
watched the three elves in front of the fire. Though the one in the middle
seemed to be enjoying the attention, he also seemed to be sniffling quite a
lot. Despite Aragorn's advice, Legolas had left his sickbed to accept a dinner
invitation from his hosts. Legolas explained that if he came all that way to
spend time in Rivendell, the very least he could do was to show up to a few
meals.
Aragorn had
said nothing when he noticed that Legolas had not had much to eat. And he had
said nothing when Legolas retired to a sitting room after dinner. But now,
seeing Legolas looking sick and needing to be back in bed, Aragorn felt he
really should say something. He waited patiently for the right moment. When he
saw Legolas' jaw drop and mouth open wide with a strong yawn, Aragorn seized
the moment.
He headed
in, clearing his throat to attract attention. "You look sleepy, Legolas. I
believe it is time for you to go back to bed."
Legolas
looked up but seemed reluctant to leave. "I am not so... sleepy. Ihh-Chhhh!"
"I
understand," Aragorn said with a nod. "But you will soon be. So say goodnight
to my brothers and I will see you to bed."
Reluctantly,
Legolas stood. He did as told, and wished the twins a good night and sweet
dreams. And then he headed from the room with Aragorn on his heels. The walk
back to the guest room where Legolas was staying required them to head outside.
The winter winds had picked up, and the scent of snow was in the air. By the
time they reached the room, both elf and man were shivering with cold.
"I still do
not believe I needed to leave," Legolas said as his hand closed on the handle
of the door. "I was keeping warm, as you told me I should. And I was relaxing.
They were giving me a massage."
Aragorn
stiffened and wrapped his arm around Legolas to block some of the cold and to
encourage Legolas to go into the room. "I can keep you warm, as well," said
Aragorn. As they stepped into the room, Legolas noticed that a fire had been
built and lit in the fireplace. It filled the whole room so that it was not
just warm but actually quite toasty. "And I can make sure you are relaxed,"
Aragorn continued, guiding Legolas to the bed.
Legolas sat
upon it and let Aragorn undress him, one item of clothing at a time. Halfway
through, his breathing hitched. He cupped his hand to his face. "ihhhhh!" As the shirt with the pocket where
Legolas had been keeping his hanky had already been shed and lay on the floor
somewhere, Aragorn retrieved a fresh handkerchief and handed it over to the
elf. Legolas gave him a brief smile, then snapped
forward. "iihh-IHHH-YIHShhhh!
HihSchhhhhhh!" The sneezes
had been wet, and Legolas was glad to have had the handkerchief at hand. He
blew his nose.
"Not very
relaxing, is that?" Aragorn asked as he pulled Legolas' leggings off, leaving
the elf naked on the bed. "Well, I can help with that. And I can give you a
much better massage. Here... lie down..."
Legolas
spread out, face down, upon the bed sheets and blankets. He coughed and
sniffled a little, and rubbed his nose again. But he sighed
the moment Aragorn's hands touched his back and began to press down.
Aragorn
massaged gently at first, then began to apply more and more strength as the
massage continued. His hands repeatedly returned to Legolas' shoulders, but did
work on the rest of Legolas' back, finding tight knots around Legolas' shoulder
blades. The sneezes made the elf tense, but the rubbing from firm, skilled
hands loosened him up. Even when Legolas sneezed, he was relaxed a moment
later.
"How do you
feel?" Aragorn whispered. "Comfortable? Relaxed? Warm?"
His eyes closed
to savor the blissful feelings, Legolas nodded. "I am so glad you brought me
back to bed." He smiled a bit slyly. "I must admit I am a bit warmer than simply warm."
Not wanting
Legolas to be overheated, Aragorn glanced towards the fireplace, wondering
whether he should take out a log or two. But the elf's rare and telling smile made
him realize what Legolas was trying to say. "Well then, it would be a shame for
me not to take care of you properly," he said. He stopped massaging in order to
take off his own clothes.
They came off
without much difficulty, and he sat down on the bed again, straddling Legolas'
legs. He picked up right where he'd left off-- massaging-- but this time he
targeted areas of the pale elf that were lower than the shoulders. As hands
squeezed Legolas' ass cheeks, he readied himself by rubbing against Legolas'
rear. Then, when Legolas smiled up at him, Aragorn slid in.
Aragorn leaned forward so that he was at a
good angle, and put his hands on Legolas' shoulders, squeezing. "Are you all
right?" he whispered, hovering just above Legolas' ear.
"F-fine,"
Legolas replied stuffily.
Aragorn
continued to massage while his hips rocked forward. And he continued to thrust
while his back arched. He tried, however, to make it last as long as possible. After
being sent back to bed, Legolas deserved a proper massage. And though Aragorn's
touch was skilled and Legolas clearly seemed to be enjoying himself, Aragorn
did want it to last longer for both their sakes.
"Wait," Legolas
called, just as Aragorn was sure to lose himself. "Wait, Estel."
Aragorn
nodded and obliged, slowing his pace to almost nothingness, but not sliding out
completely. "Yes... excuse me. It was getting quite intense, was it not?"
Legolas
coughed instead of answering. "No, no. Sniff!
I mean yes. I mean... excuse me." He
rubbed his nose. "I need to... yihhhhh-hihhSchhhhh! hihhhChihhhh!"
Aragorn
bent forward further and managed to place a kiss on Legolas' nose. "I am
sorry," he said softly. "Would you like to stop until your sneezes pass?" He
petted Legolas' head. "Or would you like to stop for longer? You are sick. I
did not mean to push."
Legolas'
mouth twitched into a smile. Then the smile was overpowered by an oncoming
sneeze. "ihhhhh... yihhhhh..." Legolas turned his head, sneezing into the
sheets and mattress. "HIHShhehhhh!"
His whole body shook so that Aragorn was dislodged, and Aragorn took that as a
sign to get up and retrieve a new handkerchief or two for Legolas.
He lay down
beside Legolas, stretching out. He was half-hard and could not resist brushing
himself against the elf's soft thigh. He brushed the backs of his fingers
lightly against cheek and forehead. The elf was indeed warmer than warm, in
more ways than one. "Perhaps it is best that we stop," Aragorn said.
Blowing his
nose, Legolas shook his head. "Not on your life." He wiped his nose dry and
gave a better smile. "You promised me a massage and I expect you to finish it. I
expect you to finish me up as well."
Aragorn
grinned. He added kisses to his rubs. Then he finished all of what he'd
started, without any worry regarding the speed. By the end, both were satisfied
and both were as sleepy as Aragorn had earlier predicted. They fell asleep
without dressing, squeezing together on one side of the bed to avoid the
wetness on sheets Aragorn promised to change when they woke the following day.
*
"That souds idtriguig, By Lord," Legolas
said between bites of lunch.
Elrond
nodded and set down his fork. "And you sound awful. Do you feel as bad as you
sound?"
Aragorn
shifted in his seat as he looked down the table at Legolas. He knew the answer
the elf would not admit to, but he also knew Legolas would not lie to Lord
Elrond. Curious, he stopped eating, as well, in order to pay attention.
"I have
felt buch better, to be hodest."
Legolas glanced down at Aragorn and smiled. "But I ab
dot feelig as well dow as I was earlier today." He raised his hand, eyelids fluttering closed, and pressed the back of it
to his face. "hah-hah-ihhhSchhhhh!
Hah-Yihhhshhhhh!" Embarrassed at sneezing and not
being able to locate a handkerchief in one of his pockets, his cheeks flushed
slightly as he wiped his nose on his cuff and offered a heartfelt, albeit
stuffy, apology.
"Tea,"
Elrond said, looking critically at Legolas from across the table, around the
candle-lain centerpiece. "I can think of a few herbs that should greatly help elevate
your symptoms."
Aragorn
cleared his throat and moved his napkin from his lap to the table beside his
plate. "I can take care of that," Aragorn announced.
"Estel..."
Legolas whispered, not wanting Aragorn to undermine his foster father on
Legolas' account.
Lord Elrond
shook his head and held a hand up to garner peace. "Then by all means, Estel, you
should take care of Prince Greenleaf here."
Even if it
had not been a direct charge, Aragorn would have taken it upon himself to take
care of his lover properly. But as it was a command, he immediately rose from
his seat with an "Excuse me." Lord Elrond excused them both. Aragorn collected
his elf and headed with him towards the pantries just beyond the kitchens to where
the dried herbs were stored.
"You know
what to get?" Legolas asked.
Aragorn
nodded. "Absolutely. Lord Elrond wants me to develop
it more, but he says I have something of a healer's touch."
The pantry
was large enough to walk right into, and filled to the top with shelves holding
goods. Legolas leaned against the inside of the closed door and rested as
Aragorn rummaged around with jars and tin canisters. He shivered a little, as
the store rooms were kept cold to preserve contents, and hugged his arms to his
chest for a little while. His nose ran and he periodically raised his hand and
scrubbed at it to keep from sneezing. It seemed to take Aragorn forever to make
his selections. Legolas was quickly losing his battle with the sneezes. "Ehhh-Estel?"
Aragorn
looked over his shoulder, frowning. "I am not quite done yet... and you look as
though you are about to collapse." He put down the herbs he had collected and
went straight over to Legolas, taking the elf in his arms. "Relax now. I shall
take care of you." Legolas buried his face into Aragorn's shoulder. "ihhh-ihhhShuhhhh! ihhYShhhh!"
Aragorn petted the elf's head until Legolas lifted his head, sniffling.
Then Aragorn
bent his head down and kissed the bridge of Legolas'
nose. "Let me kiss you and make you all better?" It was more of a statement
than a question, but Aragorn still waited for a nod from Legolas before he
kissed again.
And again. And again, until Legolas no
longer needed to sneeze. Until he needed something far
different from sneezing.
Trousers
and leggings were quickly pulled down and Legolas was quickly lifted about a
foot off the floor and pinned back against the door. The elf's legs bent and
his thighs pressed into Aragorn's sides to keep himself up in addition to Aragorn
holding him up.
"hihh... ohhhh..." Legolas'
back arched as Aragorn worked his way in with deep, powerful thrusts. He rubbed
at his nose and his pelvis jerked forward as well, pressing his cock into
Aragorn's chest as Aragorn pushed up into him repeatedly. Legolas cupped his
hand to his nose and mouth hesitantly, wishing the sneezes could leave him
alone for just a few more minutes. Hasty, rough, impromptu sex in the food
pantries could not possibly take long. "yiiihhhh... ih-hih..." His
breathing became ragged and, much as he tried to keep his eyes on his lover,
they closed. "hehhhChh!"
"Galu," Aragorn said, slightly out of breath. "There's no
need... to be embarrassed," he told Legolas. He raised his arm, offering his
sleeve. "Let me... take care of you." He gave a strong thrust in and Legolas gave
a bit of a groan of pleasure in reaction. Then, his cheeks only mildly flushed
with embarrassment, he rubbed his runny nose against Aragorn's sleeve. And groaned again as Aragorn thrust again.
Legolas
held onto Aragorn's shoulders but leaned back against the wooden door, pushing
against it as a counter to his own thrusts. It was Aragorn who was ready first,
and he held off in respect for the elf and his task. Aragorn took a hand off
Legolas, hoping the elf would stay in place without it, as he needed it for
much more important things. He stroked Legolas' cock roughly and quickly, in
time to his thrusts. It took but moments before Legolas came and took Aragorn
along with him.
Slumping
forward afterwards, Legolas relied on Aragorn to keep them from collapsing on
the floor. Aragorn carefully lowered Legolas and kept close watch on him as he
dressed them both again.
Then his
arms encircled Legolas again, drawing the elf near and hugging tightly. "There..."
he whispered, and sighed deeply with pleasure as he allowed himself to relax
and bask in the moment finally.
"Estel,"
Legolas whispered back, resting his head on Aragorn's chest and listening to
the man's heartbeat. "I cannot imagine your Adar had this in mind when he spoke
of taking care of me, and most likely this is not what he meant when he said
you had a healing touch." Legolas wrapped his own arms around Aragorn, hugging
back. "However, in all my years, I cannot ever remember feeling so good before
while having a head cold. I love the way you take care of me."
Aragorn
chuckled and gave the elf an extra squeeze during the long hug. "Just wait
until I have made you tea and I am snuggling with you under the covers."
Legolas
smiled. "I do love what you do under the covers." He sniffled and coughed and cleared
his throat. Then he moved back, out of Aragorn's hold, and went to recover the
herbs Aragorn had earlier picked out.