Just Pretend

Title: Just Pretend
Fandom: LoTR
Author: Lynsey
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Beta: None
Chapter: 4/4
Pairings: Glorfindel/Erestor
Rating: R for naked!
Warnings: None really
Disclaimer: I do not own The Lord of the Rings or its characters. I do not make any money from this fiction.
Summary: Glorfindel comes to Erestor with a problem. Erestor must face the unknown to help his friend.

Six weeks.

Six weeks since Erestor had conceded to Glorfindel's need of a lover. Although not yet lovers in the physical sense, they had fallen deeply into the daily patterns that typical lovers exhibited.

They were heartsick without each other.

They spent every free moment together.

They teased, laughed, and argued with each other.

They held hands, kissed, and embraced each other.

Erestor felt like he was living a lie.

But what a wonderful lie it was.

This particular evening they were comfortably ensconced on the couch in Erestor's room, one of their favorite places. Glorfindel lay reclined against the arm and a pillow, and Erestor was cuddled against the blond's chest. Both were nearly asleep, the warmth of the fire chased away the chill of the autumn evening.

Glorfindel reached up and ran his fingers through the waterfall silk of Erestor's black hair. "I'm afraid I have failed, my friend," he said quietly, with a hint of humor.

"Failed at what?" Erestor mumbled, burying his face further into Glorfindel's chest.

The captain leaned forward, brushing his lips against Erestor's ear. "I have failed in that I have fallen for the second time. I have fallen deeply, madly in love with you."

Erestor was suddenly very much awake. He slowly tilted his head up to make eye contact with the blond. "I...don't know what to say." His fingers gripped the soft shirt Glorfindel was wearing in anxiousness.

"I don't know what I expected you to say," Glorfindel admitted. "I just thought you should know. Do you...want to...end this?"

Erestor was silent for a tense moment. "No. I don't. I..."

Glorfindel ran his hand through Erestor's hair again. The councilor leaned into the caress, his eyes never leaving Glorfindel's. "I don't really know how to explain..."

"Just try."

Erestor turned his head and kissed the hand that had been stroking through his hair. "I think I love you too, Glorfindel. But...I feel no desire for you."

Glorfindel was taken aback and withdrew his hand. He sat up, displacing Erestor from his place reclining against him. "Could you...elaborate a little?"

Erestor sighed, sitting up and away from the now agitated captain. "I already said I don't know how to explain."

"And I already told you to try."

Erestor clasped his hands together, feeling cold and out of sorts without Glorfindel's warm body against his. "I'm in love with you. I know I am. I want to be with you forever. I would go as far as to say that I would bind myself to you." Glorfindel gasped, then seemingly stopped breathing. "But...I don't desire you, physically." Glorfindel's brow furrowed. "I'm a straight male, Glorfindel. I'm aroused by round hips, small waists, and...breasts. I'm sorry-"

"Don't be sorry. You can't change how the Valar made you."

"What...what do we do now?"

Glorfindel looked torn. What were they going to do?

“I…” Glorfindel’s face was pondering. “I can do without.”

“Do without what?” Erestor asked, sweetly innocent despite his centuries of life.

“I can do without sex, Erestor. Love is more important than my libido. I would happy to hold and kiss you for eternity.”

The darkling couldn’t contain the little gasp that choked a little. He felt his eyes fill and stubbornly blinked back any excess moisture. “Truly? You could be content like that?”

Glorfindel nodded, leaning closer to gather the smaller elf in his arms again. “Can you? You have not been celibate these long years. You would also be without…physical gratification.”

Erestor’s eyes widened. “I…I didn’t even think about that. It just doesn’t seem important, I guess, compared to being with you and making you happy.”

It was Glorfindel’s turn to tear up. However, despite the blond’s best efforts several tears spilled over and slid down his cheeks.

There was a kiss, slow and gentle.

When they parted, Erestor pulled Glorfindel from the couch and guided him to the bedroom.

Glorfindel’s brow was furrowed in confusion as he willing followed his beloved. “I thought…I didn’t think that…”

Erestor smiled and kissed Glorfindel again. “Not for that, my love. I just want to feel you against me as I fall asleep, and I want to wake to you beside me.” Glorfindel could see the earnestness in the dark chocolate eyes, as well as the mountain of uncertainty and nervousness.

The blond’s smile could have rivaled the sun it shone so brightly. Glorfindel returned the kiss enthusiastically. “I would love nothing more,” he murmured against Erestor’s lips.

Erestor pulled away reluctantly after a few more simple kisses. He blushed heavily as he efficiently stripped, Glorfindel watching intently as inch after inch of pale, perfect flesh was revealed. It wasn’t until Erestor was naked that Glorfindel started stripping as well.

Erestor’s blush deepened into an apple-red as he watched the blond expose his heavily muscled torso and arms. He’d known the warrior was well put-together, but feeling the muscles as he leaned against him and actually seeing the evidence of the blond’s strength were two entirely different things.

Glorfindel tried to keep the predatory look out of his eyes as he watched Erestor watch him. By the coy, yet slightly lustful look in the councilor’s eyes, Glorfindel didn’t think he would need to be chaste long. It was simply natural to desire the one you loved, regardless of what you’re body had craved before.

He didn’t want to expose the evidence of his lust, but Glorfindel really didn’t have a choice unless he excused himself to take a cold bath before they lay down together. He untied his leggings and pulled them off, his boots having been discarded earlier. Quickly so as not to loose his courage, Glorfindel untwisted his loincloth and let it fall to the ground.

Erestor’s eyes went wide and the blush faded quickly to a pale shock. He’d heard rumors of the captains…sword, but always brushed them off as gossip and nothing more.

Apparently, the rumors were not only true but fell a little…short of the truth.

He had honestly never thought a penis could be that large. What had the Valar been thinking? Was this some kind of joke?

It was Glorfindel’s turn to blush as Erestor openly stared at his arousal. At first, he had thought Erestor was simply embarrassed to be in the same room as an aroused male. However, after a few silent minutes it became obvious that it wasn’t embarrassment but disbelief that Erestor regarded him with.

Clearing his throat, erection wilting a little, Glorfindel broke the silence, “Would you like to lay down?”

Erestor opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to formulate a response that didn’t involve the words how, unfair, or horse.

It didn’t work.

“How in the name of the Valar did that happen?!” Erestor exploded, pointing at Glorfindel’s member which, while deflating, did not lessen its magnificence. “It’s…your…it’s….like a horse. It’s so unfair.”

It was the last sentence that sent Glorfindel into a fit of laughter so forceful he had to sit on the bed to avoid falling over.

“You laugh?!” Erestor railed, eyebrows raised high in disbelief. “Do you know that you are the envy of every male alive?”

“Erestor, despite the lovely ego boost, can we stop talking about my-”

“Horse dick!” Erestor wailed, feeling extremely inadequate.

Glorfindel fell into a laughing fit again and didn’t stop until he was tearing up. He breathed deeply a few times to calm himself. Erestor was still standing across the room, looking lost and a little insufficient.

“Oh, love,” Glorfindel whispered, still smiling. “Come here.”

Hesitantly, Erestor stepped forward. Once the first step was taken, the rest were easy. When he came within touching range, Glorfindel guided the smaller elf onto his lap. Erestor shifted uncomfortably, feeling Glorfindel’s naked body against his own. Glorfindel’s now soft package was pressed against his ass, and he blushed to feel the flesh twitch.

Glorfindel cupped Erestor’s face so that the delicate face was turned to look him in the eye. “I love you for who you are, Erestor. Don’t worry about…” he trailed off and waved his free hand in a dismissive gesture. “There is no reason to be jealous.”

“I think there are several inches of reason to be jealous,” Erestor said, but his voice was more teasing than anything, as was the small smile on his face.

Glorfindel chuckled gently and kissed the smiling lips. “Shall we?” he waved his hand toward the middle of the bed.

It only took a little arranging to become comfortable against each other. Glorfindel lay on his back with Erestor snuggled up to his side. The earlier conversation had been utterly ridiculous, but it had succeeded in removing the tension and nervousness from both of them.

The morning saw a new day with many new possibilities.

And they didn’t have to pretend anymore.

END

To be continued in…Just Breathe