Year of Madness

Chapter Four


Erestor rested well into the afternoon, long after Glorfindel had finished eating and had smuggled a stack of books up from the library. It was only after visiting the new elfling, named Arwen by her mother, that Glorfindel returned to find Erestor propped up in the bed. In one hand was a half-eaten apple, while in the other was held an open book.

“Thank you for risking life and limb to get these for me,” said Erestor as the door was closed. “Today would be my shift, so I’m sure Elrond was in the library watching the desk.”

“You’re welcome, but no, ‘twas your other boss at the desk.” Glorfindel laughed to see Erestor crinkle up his nose with distaste as he placed the book aside. “He asked how you were, and said they could use your help when you felt up to it.”

Erestor sighed and looked out the window, and Glorfindel noted that the curtains had been pulled back now. He doubted a maid had been called, meaning Erestor had done this himself, and probably felt rested enough to be out of bed. “I suppose I should really get back to my duties. I’ve had a fair vacation,” he said.

Frowning, Glorfindel suggested, “Why not give it another week?”

“Or two?” asked Erestor slyly.

“Two would be better,” nodded Glorfindel. Thinking back to the earlier episode, he came around the bed to sit down on the unused side. “When you were testing me before, what was all of that about?”

“Oh, that.” Erestor took a large bite out of his nearly finished apple and said, “I was just curious to see what you would do.”

“Just curious?” Glorfindel’s hand snuck up on Erestor’s foot, and even through the covers he found it was a bit cool as he’d previously been warned. Massaging the other elf’s toes, Glorfindel said, “What did you think I was going to do?”

“I didn’t know. ‘Tis why I was testing you,” said Erestor before aiming the core for a wastebasket at the door and tossing it in. “You’re a very lovable elf, and I think you know that. I was curious as to how loving of an elf you are.”

“Ah.” Glorfindel bit his lip, rubbing circles over the bottom of Erestor’s foot through the blanket. “You said it wasn’t a matter of passing or failing.”

“Well, no.” Erestor elaborated by saying, “I put myself in a vulnerable position, and I wanted to know what you would do. You’ve been kind to me; even before all this happened, but not until now did I really notice just how much you care about me and I about you. I needed to know, if you had the chance, would you love me or would you try to take advantage and make love to me.”

Moving his hand to take Erestor’s, Glorfindel said, “I care much too much about you to do anything to hurt you.” Leaning down as he lifted Erestor’s hand, Glorfindel kissed the pale skin and held Erestor’s hand to his breast, trapped between his own. “I love you dearly as a friend, Erestor, but if there is more you want to share with me, I place that decision in your hands,” he said, letting go and sitting back against the bottom bedpost.

“This isn’t the sort of decision one can make for two,” Erestor finally said softly. “It isn’t exclusively up to me.”

“What if it were up to you?” tempted Glorfindel. “What if I gave you that power? What if I-“ Pausing, he said, “What if I gave myself to you?”

“If it WERE up to me…” Grinning slowly, Erestor licked his lips as he took in Glorfindel’s face. The blonde elf was trying so hard to appear calm, yet beneath he was hungry and needy and desperately hoping that Erestor would in fact take the lead, and yet nervous and terrified of what was to happen next. “If it were up to me, this matter would no longer be up for discussion.”

Glorfindel’s eyes darkened, and the elf shifted his position a little to accommodate the bulge pressing to get out of his leggings. “You already have my friendship and my heart, Erestor, but I willingly offer my body and soul to you, now and forever.”

“Forever is a long time,” Erestor reminded him.

“Perhaps, but I doubt it would ever be long enough.”

Pulling back the covers just enough to give Glorfindel room to crawl into bed next to him, Erestor said, “My feet are always cold, but the rest of the bed is nice and warm.”

“I’ll be right back,” promised Glorfindel as he stood up and walked to the bathroom. He could hear Erestor fluffing up the pillows as he entered the other room. Erestor was still naked from when he’d been tucked in and Glorfindel doubted it was quite fair to Erestor to join him in the bed with clothes on. Leaving the pile of garments hastily on the floor of the bath, Glorfindel sorted through the various bottles on the counter, looking for something slippery that wouldn’t burn or itch.

As his fingers took hold of a small blue vial, he reminded himself that he was about to make a very important decision, and not one to be made in haste. Glorfindel looked himself over in the small mirror on the wall, pushing his hair back over his ears. He frowned, pulling his hair forward again, leaving only the tips of his ears showing. Growling to himself, he set down the vial and gathered his hair behind him as he took a strip of leather from the countertop. After winding the leather around his hair, he still remained unsatisfied and struggled to untie the binding, but so much of his hair was now caught in the leather. Cursing to himself, Glorfindel threw his hands into the air. As they dropped to his sides he felt a hand on his shoulder. In the mirror he watched as Erestor painstakingly removed the leather without damaging a single hair on Glorfindel’s head.

Carefully combing through the golden mane with his fingers, Erestor twisted, tied, and looped until he’d tamed down the seemingly uncontrollable blonde mass. There were still a few strands that had strayed from their bonds, and these were brushed from Glorfindel’s neck, giving Erestor better access as he kissed his way down Glorfindel’s back, from his nape to his-

“Erestor!” groaned Glorfindel, closing his eyes and standing still, breathing sharply as hands accompanied lips and his knees grew week. “Don’t... overexert yourself...” he advised, worrying about Erestor’s well being.

Chuckling, Erestor stood up and walked around to face Glorfindel. “Little late for that,” he said, massaging Glorfindel’s shoulders. They stood so close that Glorfindel’s fully erect member nudged against Erestor and caused him to hiss at the contact that was made. One of Erestor’s hands dropped down, one finger circling the head of Glorfindel’s erection. “Much too late for that.”

Erestor’s hand moved again, and he placed it firmly on Glorfindel’s hip so that he could guide him toward the tub. “I’m sorry I tricked you earlier and made you think I was asleep, though, I truly was tired. Shall we pick up where we left off?”

“Oh…” Glorfindel opened his eyes slightly to glance down at the water. “It must be cold by now…”

Erestor frowned and took his hand from Glorfindel’s shoulder. Crouching down, he stuck his arm into the water up to his elbow while his other hand massaged its way down Glorfindel’s leg. “It’s not too bad,” he said, removing his arm and standing back up.

“It’s been hours,” argued Glorfindel half-heartedly.

“I’ll go in first,” suggested Erestor. He took one of Glorfindel’s hands in his and stepped into the tub, one foot at a time. As he settled himself into the tub, he pulled Glorfindel toward him so that the blonde had no other recourse but to step into the tub himself.

As soon as his toes hit the water, Glorfindel relaxed. “It’s still warm,” he said in wonder, sitting down between Erestor’s legs in the water. Closing his eyes as he was pulled back against the dark elf’s chest, Glorfindel let out a contented sigh.

“Comfortable?” asked Erestor, examining the various bottles that were on the shelf next to the tub. Glorfindel gave a bit of a nod and sighed again. “Good,” purred the dark elf, selecting one of the bottles. He poured some of the contents into his open palm and let it warm a bit before rubbing his hands together.

“Mmm… I thought I was supposed to take care of you,” commented Glorfindel as he felt Erestor’s hands on his shoulders, but he said nothing more as his muscles, still sore from a week’s ride and patrol, were firmly massaged. From his shoulders, Erestor’s hands moved down Glorfindel’s arms before moving to his chest and then his stomach. Swallowing hard as contact was made again with his erection, Glorfindel shuddered as practiced fingers began to stroke up and down his length.

The lazy movements became more and more bold, and Glorfindel found himself thrusting into the hand that was wrapped around him. He was panting heavily, his sight slightly out of focus and his feet braced against the wall of the tub. Nothing he had ever done had produced results like this, but he felt he was the only one reaping the benefit of Erestor’s hard work. Erestor’s free hand was roaming the skin that was exposed to the cooler air, lingering each time they reached the two rosy nubs that peaked from Glorfindel’s smooth chest. It wasn’t a place Glorfindel himself had ever touched while pleasuring himself, and his sharp gasps were evidence of that.

“Shouldn’t your hand be... somewhelse?lse?” ventured Glorfindel after enduring not just a touch, but a pinch and a twist that made him cry out in an uncontrolled fashion.

“I’m not quite sure you’re ready for that,” whispered Erestor. “You’re on edge now – if I go there, you’ll surely topple over.”

“Yes, but-“ Another similar cry came, this time as Erestor’s mouth captured Glorfindel’s ear from behind and teased it mercilessly.

Retrieving the bar of soap from the ledge of the tub, Erestor’s hand disappeared under the water with it. “I will heed your request, however, trust me when I say you will soon be asleep on the bed.”

“It can’t be that straining,” argued Glorfindel, stiffening suddenly as he felt something hard and slippery come in contact with the cleft of his rear. “You aren’t sticking that in there, are you?”

For the second time that evening, Erestor chuckled softly, rubbing the soap back and forth, but especially at the entrance that was tightening. “If you don’t relax, there’s no possible way for this to work. No, this isn’t going in anywhere, but you’re new to this, I wouldn’t be able to get my little finger past without some sort of lubricant.”

“You seem to know an awful lot about this sort of thing,” pressed Glorfindel, trying to force himself to relax. “I suppose from all of the books you’re always reading?”

“Yes and no,” admitted Erestor, rubbing one finger across the slippery skin. The water was washing the soap off nearly as quickly as it was being put on, and Erestor returned to running the bar along Glorfindel’s skin. “There aren’t very many books on the topic, but I’ve read those that I have found. However, I have also tried a great many of the things I have read.”

“With who?” Glorfindel panicked momentarily, tensing up again. He worried suddenly, for it seemed Erestor had been quite eager a number of times to get him into such a position.

“With myself, so no need for you to get jealous so early in our new relationship,” grinned Erestor, tugging at Glorfindel’s ear with his teeth again. “Now if you wish for me to continue, you need to relax,” he advised.

Glorfindel nodded, but his body still did not respond as he had hoped it would. “You’ve done this before?” he asked. “I mean, with the...” He trailed off and tried to turn his head to see Erestor, splashing a great deal of water onto the floor. The dark haired elf gave a nod. “How badly will it hurt?”

Erestor tilted his head to the side. “If it hurt, I wouldn’t do it, and I certainly wouldn’t do it to you,” he said. “There is discomfort, yes, but not pain exactly. Then slowly, you will feel something building inside – a rather nice sensation, I think, though you may disagree. Coupled with other things,” he said, giving Glorfindel’s member a firmer tug than the strokes he had been bestowing upon the other elf, “it is absolutely wonderful. In my humble opinion,” he added.

The words Erestor had spoken had helped to relax the blonde, and he hardly noticed as the soap slipped out of Erestor’s hand. The tip of one long finger gently pressed at his opening, and had he been given a few extra seconds time, Glorfindel thought later that he perhaps would have called it off. Erestor began to enter slowly with just a single digit, but as Glorfindel tensed again he abruptly stopped all movement from the sudden shock he felt as he was penetrated.

Glorfindel barely made it two minutes as Erestor’s talented hands teased anunteunted his body without respite. That alone perhaps was not enough to have given Glorfindel release, but it came soon after Erestor said, “Oh, I forgot about this...” as he curved his finger and rubbed against something inside of Glorfindel that set off a chain reaction from which he could not recover.

It was Erestor tucking Glorfindel into bed now, kissing him tenderly on the lips and whispering hopes for a good night and peaceful rest. Glorfindel was in a state of reverie near instantly, and Erestor smiled as he dressed in a pair of leggings and a tunic he’d taken out of Glorfindel’s closet. Frowning that he had no boots or shoes of his own in the room, he finally put on the slippers that had been brought for him and left the room. Shutting the door quietly and locking it with the key he’d found left carelessly on the windowsill, Erestor whistled to himself as he walked downstairs to the library.


To Be Continued...