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b_briarwood, who picked the threesome and gave me the prompts of musk, duel, and purple. The prose likely fits that last one.
Title: A Different Duel
Word Count: 125
Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir/Frodo
Rating: PG-aught
Disclaimer: a benign avocational fiction, and a slightly cracked out one at that.
It was a guilty pleasure but a pleasure indeed, and Frodo savored its thrill as he watched the two Men argue over him. With one strong arm, Aragorn held Frodo close enough to smell male musk, his voice quiet and sharp as his blade; Boromir leaned so near his purple oversleeve brushed Frodo's head when he raised his arm to shake his fist, and he looked just a hairs'-breadth from calling for a duel.
The air crackled between their glaring eyes; then their mouths met in a frantic, forceful kiss. Frodo's breath stopped in his throat as he stared up at them, at Boromir's hands on Aragorn's shoulders and Aragorn's fist clenched in Boromir's hair, as an even stronger pleasure made him shudder with heat.
b_briarwood, who picked the threesome and gave me the prompts of musk, duel, and purple. The prose likely fits that last one.Title: A Different Duel
Word Count: 125
Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir/Frodo
Rating: PG-aught
Disclaimer: a benign avocational fiction, and a slightly cracked out one at that.
It was a guilty pleasure but a pleasure indeed, and Frodo savored its thrill as he watched the two Men argue over him. With one strong arm, Aragorn held Frodo close enough to smell male musk, his voice quiet and sharp as his blade; Boromir leaned so near his purple oversleeve brushed Frodo's head when he raised his arm to shake his fist, and he looked just a hairs'-breadth from calling for a duel.
The air crackled between their glaring eyes; then their mouths met in a frantic, forceful kiss. Frodo's breath stopped in his throat as he stared up at them, at Boromir's hands on Aragorn's shoulders and Aragorn's fist clenched in Boromir's hair, as an even stronger pleasure made him shudder with heat.
