Lessons in Love
Author - Triste
“How do two men have sex?”
Legolas almost choked in his surprise, coughing delicately before staring down at the wide-eyed Frodo. “I beg your pardon?”
“How do two men have sex?” Frodo repeated. He cast a glance over his shoulder
as if afraid that someone might overhear him and Legolas suddenly found himself
doing the same. “I’ve been thinking about it lately and I must admit that I’m
awfully curious. I would have asked Gandalf as he seems to know everything
but...well, it’s a little bit like asking a dear old grandfather.”
Frodo looked away, his cheeks tinged pink. “And well, I was thinking...that
since Elves are supposed to be the fairest and wisest of all races that you
maybe you might be able to tell me.”
“May I ask what brought this on?” Legolas was thankful that he had managed to
regain his composure somewhat and he was even more grateful for the fact that
his face wasn’t as red as Frodo’s. Elves were no prudes, but still, it had been
fairly disconcerting to be asked such a question.
“Like I said, I was curious,” Frodo said quietly, keeping his gaze fixed on
the ground. “That and I think Aragorn and Boromir are...you know.”
“I see.” Legolas kept his voice steady as he stared down at the little Hobbit
and wondered when Frodo had discovered the real reason for the two men’s nightly
disappearances. “Well, if you are indeed as curious as you say you are, then why
don’t you just ask them?”
“Are you completely cracked?” Frodo hissed. “I can’t ask them! I wouldn’t
dare! They don’t know that I know that they...you know.”
“I’m not sure I do,” Legolas said faintly. “But I think that maybe this type
of conversation would be best suited to Merry or Pippin. After all, you know
them best, right? Asking them should be easy enough.”
“But I’m not asking them, I’m asking you.” Frodo frowned suddenly. “Or do you
not know either?”
“I know!” Legolas’ voice came a little louder than he had intended and his
quickly lowered his tone to avoid attracting any unwanted attention. “I
just...aren’t you a little too young for this sort of thing?”
“Legolas, I’m over fifty,” Frodo said, rolling his eyes. “I know I haven’t
lived nearly as long as you, but I’ve learnt so much from Bilbo and Gandalf and
from everything that I’ve read. I don’t think that this is the sort of thing
that can be learned from a book though.”
“No, I don’t suppose it can.” Legolas sighed, resigning himself to his fate.
“All right then...what do you want to know?”
“Everything,” Frodo said firmly.
“Everything?” Legolas echoed, wishing there were some way out of this.
“Everything.” Frodo’s facial features relaxed into a smile. He sat down next
to the Elf and made himself comfortable before folding his hands neatly in his
lap, focusing all of his attention on Legolas with the intensity of a pupil
eager to gain knowledge from his favourite teacher.
Legolas sighed and wondered where to begin. He cast his mind back to the time
when he had been young and had been given a similar talk by his father about the
facts of life. He also remembered the way his father had squirmed throughout the
whole thing and how he’d had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop from
laughing out loud. He just hoped that he didn’t invoke a similar reaction from
Frodo today.
Still, it was somewhere to start and Legolas cleared his throat. “Frodo, when
a man and a woman are very much in love-”
“But I don’t want to hear about men and women,” Frodo interrupted, waving his
hand. “Besides, I know about that already. I’m not interested in making babies,
I want to know how two people of the same sex are able to...” He bit his lip as
though he was wracking his brain for the right word.
“Make love?” Legolas suggested.
“Yes!” Frodo smiled again, pleased with what the Elf had said. “How do two
males go about making love?”
“Well, it is similar to how a male and a female make love,” Legolas replied
hesitantly. “But it is also different in its own way.”
“How so?” Frodo queried. “Surely it is similar in that there should be such
things as kissing?”
“Yes, there is kissing involved,” Legolas told him, silently relieved that
Frodo didn’t seem to be a total innocent. Maybe this would end up being easier
than he had thought. Frodo however still had more questions.
“Is kissing a male different to kissing a female?”
“Yes...and no.”
“Legolas, you’re as bad as Gandalf when it comes to these kinds of riddles,”
Frodo said teasingly. “Is it too much to hope for a straight answer?”
Legolas shrugged. “It’s not like it’s a totally different experience,” he said
slowly. “After all, a mouth’s a mouth really.”
“Hmm.” Frodo nodded. “Have you kissed many males before then?”
“Not very many,” Legolas muttered.
“Oh. Have you kissed many females before then?”
“Not very many,” Legolas said again, somewhat stiffly.
“Really?” Frodo sounded surprised. “I would have thought that you would have
had all the Elves throwing themselves at you. I mean, you’re the prince of
Mirkwood and everything and I think...” He looked away, blushing again. “I think
that you’re very, very beautiful. I can’t be the only one who holds that
opinion.”
“I thank you for your kind words,” Legolas replied, smiling in spite of
himself. “The fact that I’m a prince doesn’t mean that I’m automatically
entitled to love and adoration though. I have to work at it like everyone else.”
“You have to work to find love?” Frodo asked, intrigued.
“You have to work at sustaining love,” Legolas said softly. “Love can come
along when you least expect it...but it can leave you just as quickly again. Not
everything lasts forever.” He smiled ruefully when he saw the crestfallen
expression on Frodo’s face. “Still, this was not our chosen topic of
conversation, am I right? I think now is the point where you can continue with
your many questions.”
Frodo bit his lip as a tiny crease appeared on his forehead. “I’m sorry,” he
murmured. “I didn’t mean to be a bother. You’ve been very patient with me,
Legolas, but I never thought that I might have offended or upset you at some
point.”
“You have done neither,” the Elf assured him. “After all, what is it that
Gandalf says? Asking questions is how we learn things.”
“Gandalf always says that I’m too eager and curious for a Hobbit,” Frodo said,
trying to hide his smile behind his hand.
“And he’s not far wrong!” Legolas laughed and patted the Hobbit’s shoulder
fondly. He was starting to feel more comfortable with this little discussion and
he waited patiently for Frodo to speak again. Frodo shifted so that his legs
were tucked underneath him and again, his forehead crinkled slightly in thought.
“Well, we’ve talked about kissing,” he said, bringing his hand to his mouth
and nibbling slightly on the nail of his thumb. “What other things are there to
do?”
“Usually there is touching.”
“Touching where?”
Legolas titled his head in amusement. “Anywhere and everywhere. The body has
many pleasurable spots and it is usually beneficial to stimulate these places.
It makes what you’re doing feel good.”
Frodo’s voice was slightly muffled as he spoke around his thumb. “And what
places would those be? I mean, aside from the obvious.”
“Aside from the obvious?” Legolas paused. “Are you not aware of any sensitive
places on your own body? Your neck maybe, or even your chest?”
Frodo raised his shoulders in a shrug. “Not many people have done it before,
but I like it when the back of my neck is touched,” he said thoughtfully. “From
what I can remember, it felt a little bit ticklish...but it was nice as well.”
“Like this you mean?” Legolas reached over and gently placed his hand on the
back of Frodo’s neck, slipping his fingers underneath the dark brown curls and
rubbing his thumb over the Hobbit’s pale flesh. Frodo’s skin was a lot softer
than he’d expected. Legolas didn’t miss the way Frodo’s eyes slowly slid shut,
his long, dark lashes fluttering slightly.
Legolas found himself leaning closer to admire those lashes, long and thick
enough to rival the ones of any woman and he was startled when Frodo’s eyes
suddenly snapped open. His gaze was slightly unfocused at first, but then he
raised his eyes to meet Legolas’ and the Elf felt as though he might drown in
that endless sea of blue if only he stared into them long enough.
He drew back feeling slightly unsettled and removed his hand from Frodo’s
neck. The Hobbit gave a small sigh of disappointment, but made no move to stop
him.
“Well, I believe we have covered the basics,” Legolas said briskly, trying to
mask how much touching Frodo had affected him. “Kissing and touching you know
already. Once that has been done, your partner should be sufficiently aroused in
order to go through to the final stage.”
Frodo nodded. “The final stage.” The colour rose in his cheeks again and he
tried not to stammer with his next question. “So...that would involve putting
things...into places?”
“In a manner of speaking, yes.” Legolas wondered how he could phrase this last
part. “You said you know already how a man and a woman partake in lovemaking.
The mechanics are similar for two men, only it goes...”
“Into that...other place?” Frodo asked tentatively. “But...surely it would
hurt?”
“It does at first,” Legolas replied. “It gets better though and soon becomes
most pleasurable.”
“So that’s it then? It just...goes in?” Frodo looked worried and started
chewing at his nails again. “I can’t imagine how it could ever become
pleasurable.”
“I can only assure you that it does,” Legolas told him. “And besides, you
don’t just...stick it in.” He cursed himself silently for sounding so crude.
Obviously he had been spending far too much time with Pippin and Merry. “It’s
usually wise to use some sort of lubrication to make things easier and to
decrease the pain.”
Frodo’s expression lightened again and he smiled as though he’d just solved
some great puzzle. “Oh, so that’s how it works. I did wonder. But what are you
supposed to use? And how does it get in?”
“That would be where your fingers come into use.” Legolas was proud that he’d
gotten to this point without saying something idiotic or for making a fool of
himself. In fact, the whole experience had been relatively painless and Frodo
certainly seemed appreciative of his knowledge. “You also use some sort of oil
to stretch and make the going easier. I think you can figure the rest out for
yourself.”
“If you don’t mind...I have a couple more things I’d like to ask,” Frodo said
shyly.
Legolas shook his head and smiled. “I do believe Gandalf was right,” he said,
amused. “I tell you all that you need to know and you only grow even more
curious. What is it that you wish to know this time, Master Baggins?”
“Well, I was just wondering...who usually decides to...lie on top?” Frodo was
still nibbling distractedly at his nails and Legolas took hold of his hand,
drawing it away from his mouth.
“It depends,” he said finally. “Both partners can take turns in experiencing
what it’s like to ‘lie on top’ as you say. Variety is good in a relationship,
especially if it is to last thousands of years.”
“So who do you think gets to lie on top where Aragorn and Boromir are
concerned?” Frodo asked eagerly.
“I don’t think that should be any of our concern,” Legolas said, laughing
softly. “Their business is their own after all.”
“I couldn’t help but wonder.” Frodo laughed a little at himself. “You’re right
though, it’s not our place to pry into their affairs.” He took a deep breath and
then let it out slowly. I...I have one last question for you if you’re willing
to hear it.”
“Of course,” said Legolas. He blinked in surprise when he felt the Hobbit’s
fingers curl around his own. He’d forgotten that he still held Frodo’s hand in
his and for a moment, he was distracted by the sheer contrast in size. Frodo’s
hand was almost as small as an Elven child’s, soft and delicate in his grip.
He knew that this was Frodo’s way of showing the amount of trust he placed in
a person. Legolas remembered seeing him slip his hand into Aragorn’s on
occasion. He’d also witnessed this same behaviour before with Sam and Gandalf.
Legolas understood this simple, affectionate touch, although he’d never been on
the receiving end of it before.
He felt his heartbeat quicken when he realised that Frodo must trust him as
much as he did Aragorn, Sam and Gandalf, three of the most important people to
him on this quest. Legolas suddenly felt very protective of Frodo though he knew
all too well that the Hobbit was far from helpless. He realised now just exactly
how much trust Frodo placed in *him* to protect him as he had sworn to do, but
also to learn from him and it was staggering.
Frodo kept his head lowered as he stared down at the way his and Legolas’
hands joined together. “To be honest, it’s more of a request,” he said softly.
“Will...will you teach me?”
Legolas’s mouth suddenly felt dry and he had to swallow hard before he spoke.
“Teach you what?”
“Teach me how to make love.” The words left Frodo’s mouth in a garbled rush
and Legolas almost didn’t catch them. When they finally registered in his mind
though, his eyes widened, unsure of whether or not he’d actually heard Frodo
correctly.
Eventually, Frodo took the Elf’s silence as a rejection and he sighed, pulling
his hand away. “I knew it was a stupid thing to ask,” he muttered, turning away.
“How could I have been such a fool? I should-”
His ramblings ceased abruptly when Legolas grabbed hold of his shoulders and
turned him back round to face him. “Frodo...Frodo, look at me,” he said, waiting
for the Hobbit to meet his gaze. “I...I don’t think you know quite what you’re
asking for.”
“I know full well what I’m asking,” Frodo said, raising his chin defiantly.
“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be asking for it.”
“Then maybe you haven’t thought it through properly,” Legolas argued.
“Maybe we Hobbits don’t mull things over for centuries the way the Elves do,”
replied Frodo, his voice slightly shaky. “But that doesn’t mean that we don’t
put any thought into it. I’m not totally ignorant, Legolas. I am old enough to
know what I want and to make my own decisions.”
“I never said you weren’t,” Legolas told him quietly. “I just...I don’t want
you to rush into something you might regret later on.”
“I won’t,” Frodo said firmly.
“How do you know?” Legolas queried.
“I just do.” Frodo’s lips curved up into a faint smile. “I told you before
that I wouldn’t be asking for something if I didn’t want it. I’d say I want this
even more than a plateful of mushrooms.”
Legolas chuckled suddenly, the sweet, musical sound of his laughter filling
the air. “I feel privileged indeed to know that a Hobbit desires me more than
his luncheon.” He grew serious again and he tightened his grip on Frodo’s
shoulders. “It will be different to what you know already,” he murmured.
“Different in what way?” Frodo asked. Legolas released his shoulders and took
hold of Frodo’s hand again so that their palms were lying flat against each
other.
“Different like this,” Legolas informed him, watching Frodo as he stared at
their hands in fascination. Frodo’s whole hand barely covered the length of the
Elf’s palm and Legolas knew that the difference in size wouldn’t just be limited
to their hands. “It is one thing for two men to be together. For a Hobbit and an
Elf, it’s something else entirely.”
“If it is possible for two men to do it, then surely it must be for an Elf and
a Hobbit,” Frodo said determinedly. “I’m sure we will find a way.”
“Very well.” Legolas smiled again. “Do you remember how we talked about the
basics?”
“Kissing and touching,” Frodo replied instantly. “Now that’s something I know
how to do.” He giggled and Legolas felt his smile grow upon seeing the Hobbit’s
sudden light-heartedness. “Merry was the first person who ever kissed me you
know,” Frodo said, still laughing. “I told him that I’d never been kissed by
anyone before, so he offered to show me how it was done. The next thing I knew,
his tongue was halfway down my throat. I didn’t have a clue what was happening,
so I did the only thing I could think to do in that sort of situation.”
“What was that?” Legolas asked, entranced by the way the Hobbit’s eyes were
shining with mirth.
“I hit him. He had a terrible bruise on his face that wouldn’t go away for
days.” Frodo shook his head ruefully. “He said that I’d never find anyone who
would want to be with me after a reaction like that.”
“And look at you now, about to be given lessons in love by an Elven prince,”
Legolas teased.
“A very beautiful Elven prince,” Frodo said, grinning widely. “Though the fact
that you are of royal blood matters little to me.” He lowered his gaze shyly. “I
still like you very, very much.”
“Well, that works out well, Frodo because I also like you very, very much,”
Legolas told him with a smile. He bent his head slightly and pressed his lips
briefly to the Hobbit’s forehead. He didn’t miss Frodo’s sharp intake of breath
as he placed careful fingers under the Hobbit’s chin, tilting his face up just
enough so that their mouths were now mere inches apart.
Legolas could feel the warmth of Frodo’s breath rushing over his lips like a
gentle breeze. He cupped Frodo’s face in his palms, noting the way the Hobbit
watched him through half-lidded eyes. His lips were already slightly parted in
anticipation and Legolas closed that final distance as their mouths finally made
contact.
It was a chaste kiss to start with and Legolas eased back after a few seconds,
Frodo releasing a shuddering sigh as they stayed that way in silence for a long
moment, just breathing in each other’s air. It was Frodo who made the next move,
leaning up a little so that he could brush his mouth over Legolas’. His lips
were warm and moist and Legolas let his eyes slip shut once more, concentrating
on the feel of Frodo’s mouth on his, the slender arms that found their way
around his neck.
He rubbed his thumbs over Frodo’s cheeks, indulging in the sensation of the
Hobbit’s soft skin against his fingertips before moving down to settle on his
shoulders. Frodo shivered and his response was only to move closer, parting his
lips even further to allow Legolas access to the inside of his mouth.
Legolas took the hint, letting his tongue slip inside to further taste the
sweetness of the Hobbit’s mouth. Frodo uttered a tiny little noise of pleasure
and tightened his hold, sliding his fingers through the silky strands of
Legolas’ hair. Now it was the Elf’s turn to shiver and he let go of Frodo’s
shoulder with one hand, running it down the length of his back, relishing the
feel of velvet under his fingers made warm by the heat of the Hobbit’s skin.
Legolas broke the kiss and smiled down at the little Hobbit in his arms, his
cheeks flushed, his lips slightly swollen. “I think I remember you saying
something about your neck being one of your sensitive spots,” the Elf said
teasingly, almost laughing as the look of confusion on Frodo’s face dawned into
one of comprehension.
Frodo nodded somewhat shyly and Legolas gave him a reassuring smile as he
lowered his head, nuzzling at the hollow of the Hobbit’s throat. Frodo sucked in
a startled breath, his fingers tightening in Legolas’ hair as the Elf began a
very thorough exploration of his neck. He pressed tiny kisses over Frodo’s skin,
sometimes letting his tongue flicker out for a taste, sometimes nipping
teasingly at the tender flesh.
Frodo’s mind had begun to drift and he didn’t register the fact that Legolas
had made a start on unfastening the buttons on his shirt until he heard his name
being murmured repeatedly. He forced his eyes open to find Legolas staring back
at him and Frodo had to suppress a shiver at the intensity in his gaze.
“Are you still all right with this?” Legolas was asking. Frodo nodded, smiling
dreamily as Legolas continued to undo his shirt, pausing for a moment to flick
open the fastenings on his waistcoat before turning his attention back to the
garment beneath it. Once that was done, Legolas paused once more and Frodo
wondered what had made him stop this time.
The Elf was staring at him again, parting Frodo’s shirt before setting to work
on easing him out of the mithril coat and once that was done, he let his hands
settle lightly on Frodo’s sides. Even though his touch was gentle and barely
there, it warmed Frodo to the core and he suddenly found himself wishing those
hands were on other parts of his body right now.
Frodo felt his heart twist in his chest when he realised that Legolas was
studiously avoiding catching even the vaguest glimpse of the Ring and he smiled
sadly, wishing not for the first time that he were rid of it. He untangled his
fingers reluctantly from Legolas’ hair and adjusted the chain around his neck so
that the Ring was lying against his back rather than his chest, out of sight and
out of mind...at least for the time being.
Legolas’ expression softened and he leaned closer, capturing Frodo’s smile
with his lips before it could fade away completely. For a while, the only sounds
that could be heard were their sighs and the soft, wet sounds of their kisses.
Frodo was glad to find that he wasn’t the only one affected by those sweet
kisses as he placed his hand flat against Legolas’ chest, feeling it rise and
fall rapidly beneath his palm.
He reached down and took hold of one of Legolas’ hands, clasping it tightly to
his breast. “This is what I want,” he said firmly, his breathing quickening at
the feel of Legolas’ calloused fingers resting atop his bare skin. “I want you.”
“Then you shall have me,” Legolas told him, letting his hand lie still on
Frodo’s chest momentarily, feeling the flutter of the Hobbit’s heartbeat under
his fingertips. He let his hand drift upwards so that his fingers were toying
with one stiff little nipple, rubbing over it and feeling it harden even more in
response to his touch.
“I do believe you have found another sensitive spot,” Frodo whispered, letting
out a breathy little moan. “I didn’t...I never thought something like this could
feel so good.”
“And it will only get better,” Legolas assured him. The Elves were famed for
their legendary self-control, but it was getting increasingly difficult for
Legolas to refrain from attacking Frodo in his lust as the Hobbit’s pleasured
sounds filled his ears.
Frodo’s eyes blinked open and his gaze was unfocused as though he had just
awoken from a pleasant dream. Legolas bit back a moan when he saw how dilated
Frodo’s pupils were and Frodo’s lips curved up into a smile.
“Do you...do you want me to touch you like this?” he asked, sounding slightly
unsure of himself.
“I would like that,” Legolas replied sincerely. Together, he and Frodo
unfastened the lacings of his tunic, ridding him of the article and leaving him
naked from the waist up. He let Frodo look his fill, smiling indulgently at the
awed expression on the Hobbit’s face.
Frodo placed his hand tentatively over the Elf’s chest. Legolas’ skin was warm
and smooth and ever so slightly darker than his own. He mirrored what Legolas
had done to him, trailing his fingers up and over the lightly muscled chest
before him, pausing to tug experimentally at a nipple.
Legolas gasped in response and Frodo glanced up, unsure of whether or not this
was to the liking of his companion. The expression on the Elf’s face was far
from dislike and Frodo sighed, reassured. He continued his exploration of
Legolas’ body, feeling more than a little awed at what was laid out before him.
He had always been curious by nature and this time was no different as he ran
his fingers over Legolas’ bare skin, tracing over every curve and every muscle
as though he were trying to memorise them. Legolas uttered soft sounds of
encouragement, spurring Frodo onwards, making him bolder.
Frodo leaned closer to Legolas, closing his eyes and breathing in deeply,
inhaling the Elf’s clean scent. His eyes flew open, startled when his nose
bumped against Legolas’ skin. His heart started beating even faster as he let
his eyes slip shut again, nuzzling his cheek against Legolas’ chest, marvelling
over how wonderful the contact of skin against skin felt.
Anxious for more of the sensation, Frodo snuggled closer to him, twining his
arms around Legolas’ neck. Legolas tightened his arms around Frodo, crushing the
little Hobbit to him as he bit his lip to stifle another moan, their bare chests
pressing and sliding together.
“You were right,” Frodo murmured, reaching up to tangle his fingers into
Legolas’ hair. “This just keeps getting better and better.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” Legolas replied, laughing softly. He shifted slightly,
pulling Frodo up and into his lap. They groaned simultaneously and Frodo
instinctively wrapped his legs around Legolas’ waist, letting his head tip back
slightly. His breath was coming in short sharp pants and he squirmed in Legolas’
lap, gasping as their arousals rubbed against each other.
Legolas tightened his grip on the Hobbit, searching frantically for some
semblance of calm. Frodo’s squirming was wonderful and maddening at the same
time and he couldn’t hold back the throaty growls as Frodo began thrusting
against him, whimpering urgently. Legolas longed to be free of the constrictive
layers of fabric that clothed his lower half and he longed even more to be
inside Frodo’s eager little body, to possess him completely. ‘Not now,’ he told
himself, closing his eyes tightly as his hips began moving in counterpoint to
Frodo’s. ‘Not this time...’
With a supreme amount of effort on his part, Legolas began gently pushing
Frodo away. Frodo would have none of it and he tightened his arms around the
Elf’s neck, pleading wordlessly not to let him go. Legolas was stronger though
and he eased Frodo off of him, carefully laying him down on the ground. Frodo
stared up at him, his expression intrigued and more than a little frustrated.
Legolas smiled, leaning up to kiss him reassuringly before making his way back
down the Hobbit’s body.
As Legolas went to work on unfastening the buttons on his trousers, Frodo
finally realised what was happening and he lifted his hips eagerly, letting
Legolas rid him of the unwanted clothing until finally he lay bare before him.
The Elf was staring at him and Frodo felt his cheeks redden even further,
wondering what he must think of him. The expression on Legolas’ face was
unreadable, his eyes taking in every inch of Frodo’s body.
Unable to stand any more of the Elf’s scrutiny, Frodo closed his eyes and
arched his back impatiently. His eyes snapped open in shock a moment later when
he felt something hot and wet engulf the head of his arousal. He raised himself
up on his elbows just enough to look down and see that Legolas was currently
positioned between his legs, his lips wrapped delicately around Frodo’s
straining flesh.
“Oh my...” Frodo said weakly, feeling as though he might faint at any moment.
Legolas let him slip out of his mouth just long enough to murmur a few soft
words.
“Ssh. Lie back. Just feel.”
He kissed the tip of Frodo’s erection and then began taking him back into his
mouth inch by inch until his nose was pressed against the dark curls at the apex
of Frodo’s thighs. His eyes were closed as though he was savouring something
particularly exquisite and he hummed lightly, letting Frodo feel the vibrations
through his flesh.
Frodo could do little else but lie there as Legolas had instructed, unable to
take his eyes off the Elf. Frodo had never even imagined that a mouth could be
used like this before. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered if this
was at all proper, but he was past caring at this point. His entire world had
narrowed down to Legolas and what he was doing with his mouth. Amidst the haze
of pleasure fogging up his mind, Frodo decided that Legolas really was a
talented teacher.
A strangled sound escaped his throat at the thought, something that was a
cross between a giggle and a groan. Legolas glanced up at him curiously, but
never ceased in his endeavours. Frodo forced his eyes to stay open for as long
as he could, wanting to imprint the image of Legolas upon his brain forevermore,
but eventually, the pleasure grew too great for him to handle.
His hands were scrabbling madly at the ground beneath him, clutching at blades
of grass and digging into the soft earth, trying desperately to hold back the
nonsense words that struggled to stream out of his mouth. His hips were
thrusting, trying to push himself even deeper down Legolas’ throat. Frodo would
have berated himself for being so impolite if only he still had his wits about
him.
Legolas didn’t seem to mind though and for that, Frodo was grateful. When a
particularly loud moan escaped him though, Frodo bit down on his lower lip,
wishing he could stay silent. He wasn’t sure whether or not Legolas would
appreciate his noisiness seeing as how the Elf was always so quiet.
His concerns began to melt away the closer he came to his peak. He wanted to
warn Legolas of what was about to happen, but his voice wouldn’t seem to work.
All he could do was bite down on his lip and arch his back, tasting blood and
wishing for all the world that this feeling of agonising ecstasy would pass and
yet go on forever. A couple more thrusts was all it took before he gave himself
up to the climax that washed through him as he released himself into Legolas’
awaiting mouth.
For a moment, there was blackness and Frodo just drifted in a sea of bliss.
His limbs felt heavy and unable to move. The only part of him that seemed to
work properly was his mouth and he drew in great gulps of air, whimpering
Legolas’ name, chanting it breathlessly, reverent as a prayer.
He felt himself being pulled into a warm embrace and he sighed happily.
“How do you feel?” Legolas’ voice was gentle and slightly amused at the same
time. Frodo tilted his head back so that he could look up into the Elf’s eyes
and he smiled broadly.
“I feel marvellous,” he replied, nuzzling against Legolas’ shoulder.
“So...relaxed and at peace.” He snuggled deeper into Legolas’ arms in an attempt
to get more comfortable and he gasped in surprise when he suddenly became aware
of something hard pressing against his thigh. Legolas hissed, thrusting against
Frodo involuntarily.
Frodo blushed, feeling more than a little ashamed of himself. He’d forgotten
all about the Elf’s need in his own desire for release. He wondered if Legolas
wanted him to do what he had done and use his mouth on him. Frodo felt a little
nervous at the thought, having never done it before, but it soon gave way to
feelings of guilt. Legolas had done so much for him and had made him feel so
good. Surely it was only right to return his act of kindness?
“Do you...I...should...” He sighed, apparently unable to form the right words
and he decided to stop being so silly and just do it. He wriggled out of
Legolas’ arms and shifted so that he was lying between his thighs, reaching out
a tentative hand to unfasten the lacing on the Elf’s trousers. Legolas’ hand
settled atop his own and Frodo glanced up, confused. “Do you not want this? I
can’t guarantee that I’ll be any good, but at least I can give it a try.”
The Elf’s voice was soft when he spoke. “You are sure you want to do this?”
Frodo nodded. “Just...let me know if I do anything wrong.”
His fingers were shaking a little as he went to work on getting the fastenings
undone, but he managed. Legolas helped him push his clothing the rest of the way
down and off his body and for a long moment, Frodo just stared. Eventually, he
realised that he was being quite rude and he raised his eyes to meet Legolas’
gaze. Legolas smiled at him, but his facial features were strained, as though he
was trying to hold something back.
Frodo turned his attention back to the task at hand and he sighed as he
reached out to slowly wrap his fingers around the Elf’s hardness. It was so much
bigger than his own and he wasn’t even able to get his whole hand around it.
Thinking that maybe it would be better if he used both of his hands, Frodo
curled the fingers of his free hand around the base of Legolas’ erection,
marvelling at the familiar, yet completely alien feel of it beneath his fingers.
It was so hard and hot, so smooth in his grip.
He looked up at the Elf’s face again and was startled by the pained expression
on his fair features. “Legolas?” Frodo’s voice was uncertain and tinged with
worry. Maybe he wasn’t doing it right? Or maybe he was holding on too tight? He
loosened his grip and Legolas’ eyes flew open.
“No!” he cried breathlessly, startling Frodo even further. The Elf forced his
voice to soften and he placed a trembling hand on the Hobbit’s shoulder. “Please
don’t stop.”
“Is this all right?” Frodo asked anxiously. “Is this what you want?” Legolas
nodded and Frodo tightened his fingers, squeezing gently, coaxing a sharp gasp
from the Elf.
“Just like that,” Legolas told him, his voice barely above a whisper. Frodo
drew in a deep breath and slowly moved one hand up the shaft, keeping the other
one curled around the base. He paused when he reached the tip of Legolas’
arousal, intrigued by the little beads of stickiness he found there. He swiped
his thumb over the head, smiling when Legolas jerked in response.
Frodo rubbed his thumb over and around the head, sliding his other hand up and
down the swollen flesh. The Hobbit watched in astonishment as Legolas responded
to his touches, his hips rising smoothly to meet his strokes.
Frodo suddenly found himself staring at Legolas’ erection and wondering what
it might feel like inside of him. He remembered Legolas assuring him earlier
that with the proper preparations, it wasn’t supposed to hurt...but that was
between two Men. It would be a little different with him and Legolas, but maybe
they might still get pleasure out of it.
Then Frodo remembered the way that Legolas had made him lose himself earlier
and he bit his lip, wondering if he might be able to give the Elf such pleasure
as he had so received. Already he felt such a thrill just knowing that he could
cause these sorts of reactions from Legolas just by using his hands.
His heart hammering with excitement, Frodo shifted again to make himself more
comfortable. Legolas parted his legs accommodatingly and Frodo sank between
them. He brought his face nearer to Legolas’ arousal, shutting his eyes
momentarily and just breathing in the Elf’s scent. It wasn’t something he could
easily describe, even though he had been educated and taught his letters when he
was just a small boy.
He had to bite back a giggle as he pictured himself writing all of this down
in a book, imagining the scandal that would break out if it ever happened to be
published one day. Even if he did write down his experiences, Frodo didn’t think
he would be able to find words adequate enough to explain them all. Then he told
himself to stop being so silly and to get his mind back on track.
Frodo inched closer, letting the tip of his tongue flick out of his mouth and
over the Elf’s erection, wanting to taste the stickiness he’d dipped his thumb
in before. He hadn’t really been sure what to expect, but he found it quite to
his liking and placed a suckling kiss where his tongue had been previously.
Legolas twitched in his hand, keening softly.
“Frodo...”
His voice was breathy and light, like the whispering of leaves and Frodo
couldn’t ever remember anyone saying his name like that before. The Hobbit
wondered vaguely if he should ask Legolas for instructions, but thought it might
not be to his liking if he took his mouth away so soon.
The Hobbit cast his mind back to when Legolas had done this very same thing to
him, searching for some direction to take. He doubted that he’d be able to fit
the whole thing in his mouth, but he’d go about doing the best he could. He
parted his mouth, letting just the tip of Legolas’ erection slide inside. He
began his suckling again, stronger this time and he was concentrating so hard on
his task that he barely even noticed when one of Legolas’ hands tangled in his
hair, winding the silky curls around his slender fingers.
Frodo pulled back a little to let his tongue lap over the Elf’s heated
erection, his enthusiasm growing with his confidence. He kept one hand curled
tightly around the base of Legolas’ hardness while the other came to rest
lightly on the Elf’s thigh. He could feel the smooth flesh quivering under his
fingertips and he would have smiled, but his mouth was too busy doing other,
more worthwhile things.
He could hear the soft sounds that the Elf was making, sharp gasps and faint
moans mixing with murmured snatches of Elvish. Legolas’ hips were flexing and
Frodo couldn’t help but be impressed by his self-control. He tightened his lips
around the Elf’s erection and took in as much of it as he could without choking.
He began moving his hand up and down the parts his mouth couldn’t reach as he
sucked harder, enjoying this whole experience much more than he had anticipated.
It wasn’t long before he felt Legolas’ trembling increase and his moans came
more and more urgent. He kept gasping Frodo’s name as if he were trying to tell
the Hobbit something, but couldn’t quite manage it. His other hand grabbed hold
of Frodo’s and squeezed it tightly as his hips moved jerkily as though he was no
longer able to control his body’s reactions.
Frodo barely had time to register the stiffening in the Elf’s body before
Legolas cried out sharply, flooding Frodo’s mouth with his hot seed. Frodo
swallowed as much as he was able, letting the rest of it trickle down his chin.
Legolas simply lay there as Frodo pulled away, wiping the back of his hand over
his mouth and then flickering his tongue out to clean up the remainder of the
sticky fluid.
It didn’t taste half bad actually, Frodo thought to himself as he opened and
closed his mouth, the dull ache in his jaw making itself known now that he was
finished. He hadn’t been entirely sure whether he should have swallowed or not,
but Legolas had done it and Frodo didn’t think he’d go far wrong with him as a
teacher.
He suddenly became aware of the weight of the Elf’s stare and Frodo met his
gaze, feeling shy once more. He told himself to stop being so ridiculous,
wondering how on earth he could feel shy after what he’d just done. His
nervousness soon melted away though when he saw the expression on Legolas’ face
and he smiled broadly. “Did that please you?”
“Very much so.” Legolas beckoned for him to come closer and Frodo obeyed
willingly, snuggling up to the Elf’s body, feeling the tiny little aftershocks
that still quaked through his body.
“Can we do that again?” he asked anxiously, tilting his head up so that he
could meet Legolas’ eyes. The learning experience was something that he had
enjoyed very much, but he couldn’t deny the fact that being in the Elf’s arms
like this was just as wonderful. Frodo hadn’t wanted to let go of the closeness
they’d shared just yet, so he was relieved that Legolas was indulging him in his
eagerness to cuddle. Or maybe the Elf wanted it as much as he did. Was it too
much to ask?
“It would be my pleasure,” Legolas told him, stroking his hair fondly. “You
are indeed a fast learner.”
Frodo smiled again, stifling a yawn. “Maybe we had better get dressed,” he
said, but he made no move to get up. He felt too comfortable to do much of
anything just yet. For once, he had been given blessed relief and he felt safe
now that he knew he had Legolas to watch over him. Still, he didn’t really want
any of the others to stumble across them while they were in this state. It was a
wonder they had stayed undisturbed for so long.
They untangled themselves reluctantly and made themselves presentable. Before
they could go back to camp though, Frodo had one more question. “Will we really
get to do this again?”
“That and a whole lot more,” Legolas replied with a smile. “There is still
much for me to teach you, Master Baggins.”
Frodo returned the smile with one of his own. “Then I eagerly look forward to
it.”
End.
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