A friendly trip

2.

When Aragorn woke up and opened his eyes Legolas was kneeling by the lake, his chest bare. His back was turned to the man, still oblivious he was awake. His clothes lay perfectly folded a bit away, together with his weapons.

He filled his hands with water before he washed his face, making water drops drop down and disturb the already disturbed surface.

Aragorn narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the bare backside of his friend. He was beautiful, like he had already thought far too many times. He had more muscles than Aragorn had imagined, mostly on his shoulders and arms.

He chuckled quietly at the thoughts. Legolas was never gonna be more than a friend. He wouldn't, Aragorn would never allow it. It would screw too much up, Legolas life as well.

He stretched before he sat up, wiping the sleep off of his eyes with two fingers. He looked up at the elf who now watched him, grinning widely.

"Come on." Legolas offered with a grin.
"We both could use a real bath, you most of all."

"Legolas." Aragorn groaned sarcastically and rubbed the remaining sleep from his face.

Legolas laughed, the sound reached Aragorn's ears and making him smile through the friendly harassment.

"You smell like an Orc."

"Then it's very lucky you like this Orc." Aragorn teased, before he realised what it sounded like. He shut up and looked at the elf, trying to see if he noticed the small miss.

Legolas looked at the man, surprised. Suddenly he caught himself and smiled, not showing how true the statement was.

"Luckily I do." He smiled before he stood from the ground.
"Come on." He said again, more inpatient this time.

Aragorn nodded relived and rose to walk down to the lake. How could he say that? He scolded himself and sighed quietly. Why was it so hard to hide your real feelings?

Aragorn forced himself not to stare at the beautiful elf in front of him. He really was flawless. He felt butterflies in his stomach and desperately tried to think of something not so arousing.

Legolas jumped out of his boots, his backside to Aragorn. The elf himself tried not to blush as he almost completely undressed in front of Aragorn. He did not even know why he was doing this. He tried to tell himself it was because of the bath, but he didn't even knew.

'Oh no' Aragorn thought as he tried to hide the bulge in his pants. If he undressed here was no chance he could hide his little problem.

"Aren't you gonna undress?"

His pulse began to race and he fought to breathe normally, feeling like he suddenly suffocated. It was amazing what Legolas could do to him by just not wearing his tunic.

"..it looks like it's gonna rain."

'Aragorn, that was a bad excuse.'

Legolas sighed, before a small grin spread on his face.
"That was a bad excuse. Now undress or I will undress you."

'How much I would love you to.' Aragorn thought.