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Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,242
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
3
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Part 2
Part 2…
Glorfindel resurfaced, slicking his hair back from his face and watched as Erestor stalked into the water, gliding towards him like some enraged demon, his eyes glinting dangerously. He shivered, both from the intense gaze and the naked body, finding that the light, which was reflected off the rivers surface to dance upon pale skin, enhanced the erotic appeal of the stoic councilor.
Glorfindel batted his eyes innocently up at the advancing elf, sparkling droplets of water trickling from his hairline over temple, cheek and chin while a few drops stubbornly clung to his eyelashes. He subconsciously licked his lips as his prey came closer, tamping down on the urge to simply spring forth from the water and tackle the seductive elf. His lips twitched as he tried to maintain his innocent façade. Almost there.
A finely sculptured hand reached forth and grabbed the chain that lay innocuously about his neck, curling his fist around the chilled metal key even as his lips curled upwards in a disdainful snarl.
Quick as a striking snake Glorfindel clamped his own hand around the one holding the chain, his other drifting forth to grip a slender hip, fingers curling to press suggestively against a round buttock, his own lips curving into a victorious grin.
“Got you.”
Erestor tightened his grip on the key, eyes narrowing dangerously in the glinting sun.
Flippantly ignoring the warning look Glorfindel pulled the resistant form towards him, pressing their upper chests together, only slightly hindered by the still clenched fist between them. Bending his head he nibble on the beckoning lower lip while slipping a muscled thigh between his captured prizes legs, rubbing enticingly against the awakening arousal found there.
A shove, a snap followed be a sharp biting feeling at the back of his neck and he was beneath the water. Re-emerging only to find his quarry was moving swiftly back towards the bank, was in fact almost out of the water. What had gone wrong? Erestor had been responding, hadn’t he? Frowning Glorfindel began to follow, only to stop in disbelief as a naked, dripping wet Erestor picked up his discarded clothing and tossed them back into the river.
“Hey!”
Erestors glare darkened further as Glorfindel stared at him in shock as he angrily jerked his own clothing back into place, muttering under his breath as he dressed.
“Presumptuous, pig headed, indolent, stupid, laggard.” Tossing a pointed look at Glorfindel he growled angrily. “How dare you… how dare you take my key, lock be out of my office and delay my days work. You selfish, stupid, blonde seducer. Is that all you think about?”
And with those final words Erestor turned to storm back to the manor, key clutched firmly in hand, the silver chain that had held it about Glorfindels neck dangling from his fist, swaying to and fro with the advisors livid pace.
Glorfindel could do nothing except chase after his clothing as it floated away, wondering what he had done wrong and how he was going to fix it.
TBC…
Glorfindel resurfaced, slicking his hair back from his face and watched as Erestor stalked into the water, gliding towards him like some enraged demon, his eyes glinting dangerously. He shivered, both from the intense gaze and the naked body, finding that the light, which was reflected off the rivers surface to dance upon pale skin, enhanced the erotic appeal of the stoic councilor.
Glorfindel batted his eyes innocently up at the advancing elf, sparkling droplets of water trickling from his hairline over temple, cheek and chin while a few drops stubbornly clung to his eyelashes. He subconsciously licked his lips as his prey came closer, tamping down on the urge to simply spring forth from the water and tackle the seductive elf. His lips twitched as he tried to maintain his innocent façade. Almost there.
A finely sculptured hand reached forth and grabbed the chain that lay innocuously about his neck, curling his fist around the chilled metal key even as his lips curled upwards in a disdainful snarl.
Quick as a striking snake Glorfindel clamped his own hand around the one holding the chain, his other drifting forth to grip a slender hip, fingers curling to press suggestively against a round buttock, his own lips curving into a victorious grin.
“Got you.”
Erestor tightened his grip on the key, eyes narrowing dangerously in the glinting sun.
Flippantly ignoring the warning look Glorfindel pulled the resistant form towards him, pressing their upper chests together, only slightly hindered by the still clenched fist between them. Bending his head he nibble on the beckoning lower lip while slipping a muscled thigh between his captured prizes legs, rubbing enticingly against the awakening arousal found there.
A shove, a snap followed be a sharp biting feeling at the back of his neck and he was beneath the water. Re-emerging only to find his quarry was moving swiftly back towards the bank, was in fact almost out of the water. What had gone wrong? Erestor had been responding, hadn’t he? Frowning Glorfindel began to follow, only to stop in disbelief as a naked, dripping wet Erestor picked up his discarded clothing and tossed them back into the river.
“Hey!”
Erestors glare darkened further as Glorfindel stared at him in shock as he angrily jerked his own clothing back into place, muttering under his breath as he dressed.
“Presumptuous, pig headed, indolent, stupid, laggard.” Tossing a pointed look at Glorfindel he growled angrily. “How dare you… how dare you take my key, lock be out of my office and delay my days work. You selfish, stupid, blonde seducer. Is that all you think about?”
And with those final words Erestor turned to storm back to the manor, key clutched firmly in hand, the silver chain that had held it about Glorfindels neck dangling from his fist, swaying to and fro with the advisors livid pace.
Glorfindel could do nothing except chase after his clothing as it floated away, wondering what he had done wrong and how he was going to fix it.
TBC…