Fic: LotR Hallway Meetings
Title: Hallway Meetings
Author: Drragonn452
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Gl/E
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em. But I’d make a hell of a lot of money if I did. Shame.
Summery: PWP
Author’s Note: I have no idea where this came from. Not beta’d. All mistakes are MINE!
Hallway Meetings
Erestor yelped as a gloved hand reached out of the shadows, attached itself to the back of his robes and yanked him sideways. He flew into a hard chest, the air rushing out of him. His large, dark eyes opened wide, staring at the sky blue tunic in front of him, then rose up, and up and up until he was looking into a set of blue eyes the same color as the noonday sky.
“Lord Glorfindel!” Erestor braced his hands on the Elda’s chest, drawing in a deep breath.
Something glittered in the Seneschal’s eyes. The blond warrior buried one hand in the loose raven hair, his other arm wrapping tightly around the slim Elf’s waist. He didn’t give Erestor a chance to protest. Tipping the Noldo’s head back, Glorfindel claimed the pale lips he had been fantasizing about for centuries.
Erestor let out a muffled yelp that turned into a low moan as his mouth was coaxed open. He trembled, his eyes sliding shut as he found himself unable to get away. His clenched fists relaxed, leaving faint wrinkles in the fine blue fabric, sliding upwards to wrap around the blonde’s neck.
Glorfindel made a low sound in his throat, clutching the smaller Elf to his chest tightly. He backed away from the hall, pushing open one of the guest room doors and kicking it shut behind him.
Erestor stumbled, the movement breaking them away from each other. He gasped, his lips bruised and swollen, his eyes large and dark. He stared up at the luminous Elda, his heart pounding in his throat.
Glorfindel stared down at him, then scooped Erestor up into his arms, crossing the room with a handful of strides to gently lay the smaller Elf on the bed. The light from the partially open curtains created a halo of gold around the warrior’s head.
Glorfindel reached down and slid his gloved hands under the hem of Erestor’s robes. Slowly traveling up the long, toned legs, he let his thumbs caress the insides of the Councilor’s calves, his knees, then his thighs, slowing as he reached the apex of the Noldo’s legs.
Erestor trembled, arching his back as Glorfindel slowly but surely drew his robe up his body, the rough, coarse material of the warrior’s gloves teasing his flesh. The hands stopped, framing his groin, moving the silky material of his robes to his stomach, exposing his erection to the slightly chilly afternoon air.
Erestor moaned, bring the back of his hand up to his mouth, tossing his head from side to side as Glorfindel bent down and swallowed him whole. The warrior’s thumbs brushed his heavy sacs, gently teasing the sensitive globes and then moving lower. Erestor shuddered, his mind going blank as those inquisitive thumbs brushed over his opening, steadily circling, pressing just into him, before easing up the pressure and drifting away.
Erestor sobbed, his lower body tightening as Glorfindel kept up the steady suction on his cock. The Elda’s right hand detached itself from his hip and reached down between Erestor’s legs, spreading him open.
Erestor let out a moan of frustration as Glorfindel let him go with one final lick. Strong hands moved under his thighs, guiding his legs up and apart. Gentle fingers parted him and Erestor snatched in a started breath as moist air blew over his sensitized opening. He let out the gasp in a long rush as the Elda’s soft tongue melted over his skin.
“Glor - Glorfindel -,” Erestor grasped his own legs, holding them open for the other Elf, barely aware of his open wanton pose. He shuddered, fire racing up his spine as the Elda’s tongue became firmer, circling now instead of stroking, and Erestor could do nothing but thrust his hips up for more.
Just as he approached the brink, Glorfindel backed off, laying a smooth cheek against Erestor’s thigh and staring up the length of the Councilor’s body, his blue eyes gone dark.
“I want you, Erestor.”
Erestor drew in a long, shuddering breath. “Please,” he answered, barely able to meet the Elda’s eyes. Heat flooded his face as he became aware of how he was holding open his legs for the warrior.
The blue eyes grew darker. The Elda crawled up Erestor’s body, until they were face to face. Glorfindel dipped his head and kissed his lover’s neck, moving up the soft skin until his mouth was resting against the Noldo’s ear.
“I would take you as you are.” The cloth covered groin pressed into the Councilor. “I would slide into you, slowly, gently. I would have you feel me, every part of me, as I moved into you.”
Erestor trembled, his eyes glazing over. “I - I -,” a great rushing sound filled his ears. Hot hands swept down his body, teasing his slick opening, the now gloveless hands opening him, spreading him with infinite care. “Yes,” he whimpered, his back arching against the long, rough fingers. White heat exploded from his groin, and he grasped at the Elda’s shoulders, too lost in the painful pleasure to know which way was up or down.
Before he knew it, Glorfindel’s hot length was pressing against him, the slick, blunt head pressing him open. Moving so slow, the gentle glide was almost enough to undo him. Erestor let out a keening wail, the intense feeling of Glorfindel’s hot length filling him nearly spilling him over the edge. He gasped, the Elda finally embedded fully, as the warrior’s strong arms slid under his shoulders and came up to cup the back of his head.
Hot tears of pleasure and pain slipped from Erestor’s eyes as Glorfindel claimed his mouth. He could feel the Elda pulsing inside him, the bright flare of pain fading as his body adjusted. His arms tightened around the Elda’s neck as Glorfindel slowly, gently, began to move.
The long, slow glide was like nothing Erestor had ever felt before. It ripped through his body, sending shockwaves up his spine and stole his breath. Tremors ran through him, even as his legs tightened around Glorfindel’s waist.
The pain and the pleasure chased themselves around Erestor’s head until he couldn’t tell where one began and the other ended. His eyes slipped shut as he let the rising wave break over him, the intensity of his orgasm whitening his world and turning him deaf and blind to all else except the sensations running through his body.
Erestor blinked open his eyes, aware that some length of time had passed. Light no longer spilled in from the windows, and the sweet scent of the night blooming jasmine was just beginning to perfume the air. He rubbed his cheek against the chest he was laying against - a languid, cat-like gesture.
A hesitant hand caressed his hair. Erestor blinked and looked up, a lazy smile curling the edges of his mouth. Somber blue eyes met his gaze and his smile faded.
“What is wrong?” He moved to sit up, but his body protested.
“I am sorry.” A strange expression flitted over Glorfindel’s face. “I did not mean to hurt you.”
Erestor stared at him for a moment before gently smiling at his lover. He reached up and cupped the Elda’s face, brushing his thumb across the pale lips. “You did not hurt me. You could never hurt me.” Dark eyes burned into blue. “Never think that.”
The sapphire eyes warmed. “I worry.”
Erestor smiled. “Too much.” He raised his head and kissed his husband, letting the Elda hold him close. Twilight slowly faded as the pair lay in the darkened room, curled around each other as the stars appeared in the night sky. They did not move, even as their eyes drifted off into reverie.
End.