claudia603 | Drabble: Asleep

Frodo laughed quietly to himself. The poor Man had indeed fallen asleep on watch. He was leaned against the tree, his legs spread, with the most enormous arousal Frodo had ever seen. His shield lay tilted against a dried log, and his sword had been set aside, though as always, within reach.

Frodo crept closer. Though the night was chilly, he felt warm all over as he pulled down his breeches and contemplated how best to wriggle his bottom over the Gondorian’s hardness.

Boromir let out a contented sigh and whispered, “Frodo,” as the hobbit made himself comfortable.