Reading Between the Lines
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Chapter 12
Title: Reading Between the Lines (12/?)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Orophin/Erestor, Glorfindel/Lindir
Warnings: AU, anal, oral, rimming, sarcasm, bad pick up lines
Disclaimer: If they were mine I would be rich. Seeing as I am broke, they are obviously not mine. But good lord do they make dreams worth while!
Summary: Orophin's first visit to Imladris is fairly uneventful and boring until he stumbles upon a certain black haired advisor in the library. Now his goal is to win Erestor's heart before he heads home again.
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Orophin watched as Erestor hurried around the room, tossing things here and there as he went.
“What are you doing?”
“I am trying to straighten up a little, love.”
“Erestor, your rooms are immaculate. They cannot be any straighter!”
“Oh yes, yes they can.” He smiled. “I fear I am going to drive you crazy!”
“I doubt it, but it may be the other way around.”
“Oh? Why?”
“Because I am a slob, through and through!”
Erestor laughed, tossing a shirt at him playfully. “Then I will have to teach you, or you shall not live here!”
Orophin raised an eyebrow as he stood, walking towards Erestor who was now bent over a small shelving unit, hurriedly wiping down some small decorations. “You planned for me to stay with you?”
Erestor turned and stood, finding himself suddenly engulfed in Orophin’s arms. “Well, yes. I was hoping. I mean… you said you were going to stay so I… well…”
“It was good planning.”
They stood still for a long moment, smiling at each other and letting their hands wander up and down the back of the other. “Will you ever get bored of me, Orophin?”
“Never. How could I?” Without waiting for Erestor’s reply, he leaned down and took the advisor’s mouth in a soft kiss, gently licking and biting at his bottom lip until he was invited in. He twisted Erestor’s hair around his fingers as their tongues explored each other’s mouths.
Breaking the kiss with a smile, Orophin stepped back slightly for a moment. “You are beautiful, my little black bird.” Bending down, he swept Erestor up off the ground, cradling him in his arms.
Erestor squealed lightly as he was lifted, locking his arms firmly around Orophin’s shoulders as he was carried towards the bed. Orophin walked slowly, savoring the kisses Erestor repeatedly planted on his cheek and neck as he moved. Placing him gently on the bed, Orophin slid in next to him when he realized Erestor was not going to let go of him.
He straddled the smaller elf, leaning down into him for more kisses, each more passionate than the last, until they were ripping at each other’s clothes hungrily. He whimpered at the feeling of Erestor’s moans and grunts vibrating into his own mouth as they tossed their clothing aside onto Erestor’s newly cleaned floor.
Dismounting the smaller elf, Orophin rested his back against the backboard of the bed, closing his eyes to the sensation of the newly begun torture to his left nipple. He stroked Erestor’s hair as he made his way down from his neck to his chest, slowly teasing his erect nipples with his tongue. Once he was satisfied with the job, Erestor began to kiss a trail down Orophin’s stomach and abdomen, until he finally kissed his way to the head of his lover’s erection.
Erestor stopped and purred up at the blonde, his back stiff against the backboard of the bed, his hands free from the black hair and now gripping the pillows at his sides in anticipation of what was to come. Smiling, the little elf bent down again, slowly dragging his tongue up the underside of Orophin’s erection, kissing the head before engulfing him in his hot mouth.
Orophin smacked his head back into the backboard, but could feel no pain as his new lover showed him his natural talent for oral play. He kept crumpling the pillows up in his fists, hissing out his pleasure and trying not to thrust forward down the smaller elf’s throat.
Finally unable to fight it anymore, he thrust forward before he could think. To his surprise, Erestor did not protest, but instead swallowed his elfhood to the hilt without a hint of a gag. “Aye! Erestor! You never told me of this art you have perfected, my love!” he breathed out quickly, his eyes rolling back in his head as Erestor’s tongue continued to tease.
Erestor slowly withdrew from his torture upon the tall Silvan’s member and slithered back up his body, keeping contact between them as best he could. Their mouths met again in a rabid kiss, each fighting for control as Orophin let go of the pillows he’d been squeezing in exchange for two handfuls of Erestor’s firm backside.
He gently urged the smaller elf’s body down onto his lap and reached to the night table for the oil Erestor had taken from his pocket and placed there. He knocked over several things, including a lit candle that promptly went out upon contact with the wet wax, as he felt around clumsily for the bottle.
Erestor pushed his hand off the table and grabbed the oil himself. Breaking the kiss finally, he sat back, exposing them both to each other. He poured some of the oil out and took Orophin’s erection gently between both hands. Orophin hissed and squeezed his eyes shut as Erestor slowly coated his entire length.
The dark haired elf leaned in again for another kiss, jumping slightly as he felt the object of his desire slip a finger into his tight entrance.
Orophin broke the kiss. “It is too hard for me to prepare you this way. Get onto your hands and knees.”
Erestor smiled and obeyed, looking back as Orophin positioned himself behind him. He gasped as he felt Orophin tease his entrance slowly with his tongue. Closing his eyes, Erestor moaned in pleasure as Orophin continued to prepare him, switching between using his tongue and his fingers for the task.
The teasing finally ceased and Erestor gasped suddenly at the feeling of Orophin pressing himself into him, slowly at first but picking up speed the further he went. The dark elf gripped the blanket beneath him as he felt the strong blonde thrust in and out of his body, Erestor moving to meet each thrust.
He moaned loudly as he felt Orophin erupt within him, their cries mingling as the Silvan reached around and grasped Erestor’s erection. He kept stroking him as he slowly pulled himself out of the smaller elf’s body.
Once out, Orophin continued to stroke as he lay down on the bed, face up, and slithered slightly between Erestor’s open legs. He moved up and took Erestor’s length into his mouth, slowly teasing the head and savoring the purrs of appreciation from the elf above him.
Erestor cried out and tossed his long black hair as he came hard into his lover’s mouth, Orophin swallowing every drop of his seed before Erestor fell down to the bed and slid down so they were face to face.
Orophin smiled. “You are good at that, love!”
“I think I need more practice, honestly.”
“Maybe you do.” He smiled before their mouths met again.
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Glorfindel collected himself and took a deep breath. After staring at the door for a long moment, he finally raised his fist and banged on it loudly.
“Lindir! Open the door!”
“Go away, you overgrown blonde dwarf!”
“Lindir! I mean it! These are my rooms! Open the door now!”
“No!”
“Lindir, I swear I will…”
“Glorfindel!” He turned suddenly and smiled at Elrond, his fist still in the air. “Is there a problem?”
“I am only trying to gain access back into my rooms, my Lord. Lindir is not agreeing with my attempts.”
“Have you tried not being so aggressive?”
“Yes. And I have tried giving him time. But I do not wish to sleep on the floor again, or in the barracks. I have a perfectly good bed beyond this door, and if he chooses to not sleep in it with me, he can go back to his own. But I plan to sleep there tonight.”
“Alright, alright. Calm down, Glorfindel. Let me try.”
Glorfindel stepped aside as Elrond approached the door and knocked gently.
“I said go away you horrible excuse for an elf!”
“Excuse me, Lindir?”
“Elrond?!”
“Yes, Lindir. Open the door.”
The door flew open to reveal a very red faced Lindir smiling sheepishly at Elrond. “I am so sorry, my Lord, but I thought you were…” he glanced over at Glorfindel, now looking down at the ground. “Him!” Lindir grunted.
“Yes, well. I like to think I am the better looking of the two of us.” He smiled as Lindir covered his mouth in an attempt to hide the giggle. “However, I would greatly appreciate it if you would allow the ugly one back into his rooms before every elf in Arda comes banging on MY door demanding for me to cut down the noise!”
“Of course, as you wish.” He stepped aside and gestured for Glorfindel to enter.
Glorfindel smiled at Elrond. “Thank you, my Lord. Now maybe I can get my beauty sleep and be the good looking one again!”
“I hope so!” Elrond smiled before turning and walking back down the hall.
Lindir closed the door and crossed his arms in front of him. “I hear your interest in Melpomaen has waned.”
“It was never there to begin with!”
“That may be so. And for misjudging that, I apologize, if I did in fact misjudge it.”
“Apology accepted.”
“So now I would like to know. Is Erestor’s hair very soft?”
“How would I know?”
“I hear you kissed him this afternoon.”
Glorfindel swallowed hard, but said nothing.
“I also understand you went to Haldir for help getting him away from Orophin.”
“I… I did no such thing.”
“And now I know you lie.”
“Excuse me?”
“I SAW the kiss, you big oaf! And when I came back here to cry out my misery, Haldir dropped in to tell me about your chat! Do not deny it!”
“Lindir! You are always yelling at me for it! So I thought it would not hurt to kiss him at least once. But it was only once!”
“I do not care if you do it six hundred more times. Nor do I care if you have at him across Elrond’s desk while he watches! I am done with you!”
“Lindir, wait! I am sorry!”
“It is too late. Goodnight, Glorfindel.”
“Do not leave angry, Lindir, I beg you.”
“Goodbye, Glorfindel.”
The door closed and Glorfindel found himself alone once again. Still staring at where Lindir had once stood, he sighed. “Oh well. It was not meant to be, I guess. At least the thrill of the hunt for Erestor will keep my mind off of him.”
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TBC…
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Orophin/Erestor, Glorfindel/Lindir
Warnings: AU, anal, oral, rimming, sarcasm, bad pick up lines
Disclaimer: If they were mine I would be rich. Seeing as I am broke, they are obviously not mine. But good lord do they make dreams worth while!
Summary: Orophin's first visit to Imladris is fairly uneventful and boring until he stumbles upon a certain black haired advisor in the library. Now his goal is to win Erestor's heart before he heads home again.
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Orophin watched as Erestor hurried around the room, tossing things here and there as he went.
“What are you doing?”
“I am trying to straighten up a little, love.”
“Erestor, your rooms are immaculate. They cannot be any straighter!”
“Oh yes, yes they can.” He smiled. “I fear I am going to drive you crazy!”
“I doubt it, but it may be the other way around.”
“Oh? Why?”
“Because I am a slob, through and through!”
Erestor laughed, tossing a shirt at him playfully. “Then I will have to teach you, or you shall not live here!”
Orophin raised an eyebrow as he stood, walking towards Erestor who was now bent over a small shelving unit, hurriedly wiping down some small decorations. “You planned for me to stay with you?”
Erestor turned and stood, finding himself suddenly engulfed in Orophin’s arms. “Well, yes. I was hoping. I mean… you said you were going to stay so I… well…”
“It was good planning.”
They stood still for a long moment, smiling at each other and letting their hands wander up and down the back of the other. “Will you ever get bored of me, Orophin?”
“Never. How could I?” Without waiting for Erestor’s reply, he leaned down and took the advisor’s mouth in a soft kiss, gently licking and biting at his bottom lip until he was invited in. He twisted Erestor’s hair around his fingers as their tongues explored each other’s mouths.
Breaking the kiss with a smile, Orophin stepped back slightly for a moment. “You are beautiful, my little black bird.” Bending down, he swept Erestor up off the ground, cradling him in his arms.
Erestor squealed lightly as he was lifted, locking his arms firmly around Orophin’s shoulders as he was carried towards the bed. Orophin walked slowly, savoring the kisses Erestor repeatedly planted on his cheek and neck as he moved. Placing him gently on the bed, Orophin slid in next to him when he realized Erestor was not going to let go of him.
He straddled the smaller elf, leaning down into him for more kisses, each more passionate than the last, until they were ripping at each other’s clothes hungrily. He whimpered at the feeling of Erestor’s moans and grunts vibrating into his own mouth as they tossed their clothing aside onto Erestor’s newly cleaned floor.
Dismounting the smaller elf, Orophin rested his back against the backboard of the bed, closing his eyes to the sensation of the newly begun torture to his left nipple. He stroked Erestor’s hair as he made his way down from his neck to his chest, slowly teasing his erect nipples with his tongue. Once he was satisfied with the job, Erestor began to kiss a trail down Orophin’s stomach and abdomen, until he finally kissed his way to the head of his lover’s erection.
Erestor stopped and purred up at the blonde, his back stiff against the backboard of the bed, his hands free from the black hair and now gripping the pillows at his sides in anticipation of what was to come. Smiling, the little elf bent down again, slowly dragging his tongue up the underside of Orophin’s erection, kissing the head before engulfing him in his hot mouth.
Orophin smacked his head back into the backboard, but could feel no pain as his new lover showed him his natural talent for oral play. He kept crumpling the pillows up in his fists, hissing out his pleasure and trying not to thrust forward down the smaller elf’s throat.
Finally unable to fight it anymore, he thrust forward before he could think. To his surprise, Erestor did not protest, but instead swallowed his elfhood to the hilt without a hint of a gag. “Aye! Erestor! You never told me of this art you have perfected, my love!” he breathed out quickly, his eyes rolling back in his head as Erestor’s tongue continued to tease.
Erestor slowly withdrew from his torture upon the tall Silvan’s member and slithered back up his body, keeping contact between them as best he could. Their mouths met again in a rabid kiss, each fighting for control as Orophin let go of the pillows he’d been squeezing in exchange for two handfuls of Erestor’s firm backside.
He gently urged the smaller elf’s body down onto his lap and reached to the night table for the oil Erestor had taken from his pocket and placed there. He knocked over several things, including a lit candle that promptly went out upon contact with the wet wax, as he felt around clumsily for the bottle.
Erestor pushed his hand off the table and grabbed the oil himself. Breaking the kiss finally, he sat back, exposing them both to each other. He poured some of the oil out and took Orophin’s erection gently between both hands. Orophin hissed and squeezed his eyes shut as Erestor slowly coated his entire length.
The dark haired elf leaned in again for another kiss, jumping slightly as he felt the object of his desire slip a finger into his tight entrance.
Orophin broke the kiss. “It is too hard for me to prepare you this way. Get onto your hands and knees.”
Erestor smiled and obeyed, looking back as Orophin positioned himself behind him. He gasped as he felt Orophin tease his entrance slowly with his tongue. Closing his eyes, Erestor moaned in pleasure as Orophin continued to prepare him, switching between using his tongue and his fingers for the task.
The teasing finally ceased and Erestor gasped suddenly at the feeling of Orophin pressing himself into him, slowly at first but picking up speed the further he went. The dark elf gripped the blanket beneath him as he felt the strong blonde thrust in and out of his body, Erestor moving to meet each thrust.
He moaned loudly as he felt Orophin erupt within him, their cries mingling as the Silvan reached around and grasped Erestor’s erection. He kept stroking him as he slowly pulled himself out of the smaller elf’s body.
Once out, Orophin continued to stroke as he lay down on the bed, face up, and slithered slightly between Erestor’s open legs. He moved up and took Erestor’s length into his mouth, slowly teasing the head and savoring the purrs of appreciation from the elf above him.
Erestor cried out and tossed his long black hair as he came hard into his lover’s mouth, Orophin swallowing every drop of his seed before Erestor fell down to the bed and slid down so they were face to face.
Orophin smiled. “You are good at that, love!”
“I think I need more practice, honestly.”
“Maybe you do.” He smiled before their mouths met again.
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Glorfindel collected himself and took a deep breath. After staring at the door for a long moment, he finally raised his fist and banged on it loudly.
“Lindir! Open the door!”
“Go away, you overgrown blonde dwarf!”
“Lindir! I mean it! These are my rooms! Open the door now!”
“No!”
“Lindir, I swear I will…”
“Glorfindel!” He turned suddenly and smiled at Elrond, his fist still in the air. “Is there a problem?”
“I am only trying to gain access back into my rooms, my Lord. Lindir is not agreeing with my attempts.”
“Have you tried not being so aggressive?”
“Yes. And I have tried giving him time. But I do not wish to sleep on the floor again, or in the barracks. I have a perfectly good bed beyond this door, and if he chooses to not sleep in it with me, he can go back to his own. But I plan to sleep there tonight.”
“Alright, alright. Calm down, Glorfindel. Let me try.”
Glorfindel stepped aside as Elrond approached the door and knocked gently.
“I said go away you horrible excuse for an elf!”
“Excuse me, Lindir?”
“Elrond?!”
“Yes, Lindir. Open the door.”
The door flew open to reveal a very red faced Lindir smiling sheepishly at Elrond. “I am so sorry, my Lord, but I thought you were…” he glanced over at Glorfindel, now looking down at the ground. “Him!” Lindir grunted.
“Yes, well. I like to think I am the better looking of the two of us.” He smiled as Lindir covered his mouth in an attempt to hide the giggle. “However, I would greatly appreciate it if you would allow the ugly one back into his rooms before every elf in Arda comes banging on MY door demanding for me to cut down the noise!”
“Of course, as you wish.” He stepped aside and gestured for Glorfindel to enter.
Glorfindel smiled at Elrond. “Thank you, my Lord. Now maybe I can get my beauty sleep and be the good looking one again!”
“I hope so!” Elrond smiled before turning and walking back down the hall.
Lindir closed the door and crossed his arms in front of him. “I hear your interest in Melpomaen has waned.”
“It was never there to begin with!”
“That may be so. And for misjudging that, I apologize, if I did in fact misjudge it.”
“Apology accepted.”
“So now I would like to know. Is Erestor’s hair very soft?”
“How would I know?”
“I hear you kissed him this afternoon.”
Glorfindel swallowed hard, but said nothing.
“I also understand you went to Haldir for help getting him away from Orophin.”
“I… I did no such thing.”
“And now I know you lie.”
“Excuse me?”
“I SAW the kiss, you big oaf! And when I came back here to cry out my misery, Haldir dropped in to tell me about your chat! Do not deny it!”
“Lindir! You are always yelling at me for it! So I thought it would not hurt to kiss him at least once. But it was only once!”
“I do not care if you do it six hundred more times. Nor do I care if you have at him across Elrond’s desk while he watches! I am done with you!”
“Lindir, wait! I am sorry!”
“It is too late. Goodnight, Glorfindel.”
“Do not leave angry, Lindir, I beg you.”
“Goodbye, Glorfindel.”
The door closed and Glorfindel found himself alone once again. Still staring at where Lindir had once stood, he sighed. “Oh well. It was not meant to be, I guess. At least the thrill of the hunt for Erestor will keep my mind off of him.”
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TBC…