Paramour

The healer’s eyes never left his friend's, searching them for any signs
of trepidation or condescension, but finding only the azure clarity
darkening to the color of the twilight sky.
Nervously Tinuvel's fingers flexed against the smooth of Saelbeth's
chest, the archer’s heartbeat thrumming against the palm of his hand.
The healer, though nervous, found it reassuring that the archer’s heart
beat as heavily as his, for he was quite sure that it
would pound out of his chest as Saelbeth guided his hand down the
muscled planes of his body.

The silken smooth of skin met with the courser fabric of breeches and
the healer’s breathing halted once again as it passed over the leathered
stays that housed that which made Saelbeth male. A panic began to gnaw
at the healer’s belly and his hand tensed, but the archer simply circled
his fingers about his palm, his calming gaze assuring him that he was
safe and desired.

Tinuvel’s finger traveled downward, shyly grazing the heated bulge that
strained beneath the confines of Saelbeth’s clothing. The archer was
most certainly excited. . .there was no doubting that given the swollen
state of his arousal. . .

Saelbeth moaned softly as Tinuvel’s timid touch sampled his desire with
probingly curious fingers. A carefully measured manner of control was
required here. . .something that Saelbeth was not particularly used to,
for he very much wanted his friend to stroke him without the cover of
his breeches. . .and to return the favor himself. But he stilled his
passions patiently, savoring the healer’s gentle exploration.

After several achingly tense moments, Tinuvel’s fingers came to linger
upon the ties of his garment, almost as if uncertain as to if he should
traverse such unknown terrain, but Saelbeth leaned closer to kiss his
lips softly, urging him onward with the aid of his free hand.

The knotwork proved to be annoyingly stubborn for Tinuvel’s hand alone
and Saelbeth assisted him in the unlacing of his breeches, the leather
stays loosening at last, allowing the folds of material they had bound
to fall open, revealing a thatch of pale curls reminiscent of the color
of the archer’s silken mane.

Involuntarily, Saelbeth arched his hips towards the tips of Tinuvel’s
fingers which now rested just beyond the border of his rather ardent
hardness.

“Ooooh. . .Merilin. . .touch me. . .saes. . .” Saelbeth pleaded with a
longing sigh, his silvered hair spilling over his shoulders as he tipped
his head back with a shuddering pant.


The archer’s plaintive entreaty made the gnawing in Tinuvel's belly
escalate to a shiver that traveled his body and left his arousal
twitching against his belly. Watching Saelbeth's face for signs of
reassurance, the healer let his fingers tangle within the moist curls,
the back of his hand lightly brushing the swollen heat of pale Elf’s
shaft.

As a healer Tinuvel had had handles many intimate body parts and of
course knew the feel of his own erection more than well enough, but this
was entirely different. The pulsing heat of the archer’s arousal against
his fingers made his body ache, made him want to touch him more, and not
just with his hands.

Boldly, Tinuvel wrapped his slender fingers around the pillared erection
as he would his own need, his thumb coming up to circle the dusky
plummed head. Saelbeth shivered at his touch, but still did not move,
allowing the young healer the chance to explore his body unheeded.

Slowly Tinuvel traced the length of the archer’s shaft from base to tip,
marveling at how though similar it was to his own, in function and need,
it was completely intoxicating to him in form and texture.

“Saelbeth...you are most beautiful,' he whispered, sliding his hand
along the solid member again.

“As are you. . .Tinuvel,” Saelbeth murmured, moaning deep within his
throat as the healer slowly stroked him into ever-hardening bliss.

Leaning closer once more, Saelbeth slipped his hands beneath the hem of
Tinuvel’s tunic.

“I wish to see more of you, meleth. . .” His fingers grasped the edges
of the garment, pulling it up and away to reveal the sleek smoothness of
Tinuvel’s body.

By the Valar, his friend was more exquisite than he ever could have
imagined! Had he always been as such? Each muscle was lithely defined
into what would grow to be hardened perfection, every curve lean and
wiry. A wicked smile curved Saelbeth’s lips as he gathered the healer
into his embrace, pressing their naked flesh together, his hands roaming
over Tinuvel’s sides and over his back, caressing and stroking. The
feel of Tinuvel’s skin was like warmly silken velvet, molding to
Saelbeth’s every touch. The archer could not resist running his tongue
along the pale curve on Tinuvel’s throat, tracing the swell of his
collarbone, trailing down his chest. The dusky tip of a nipple beckoned
to him from the corner of his eye, taunting his roving tongue with its
stiffened posture. Saelbeth seized it with a low growl, covering it
with his mouth, laving his tongue in heated circles around the dark
perimeter before suckling the hardened apex until Tinuvel gasped with
pleasure.

Tinuvel soon found that it was one thing to be in control, to be the one
touching and caressing, for that derived a certain powerful pleasure,
but it was something exquisitely different to be on the receiving end of
the touch, to be explored instead of exploring.

The healer could not have prepared himself for the touch of Saelbeth's
hands upon his heating flesh, the roughened tips of the archers fingers
rasping over skin trailing tingling fire in paths along his body.

With their bodies pressed together, chest to chest, Tinuvel could f the the play of lean muscle against him moving with his movement, creating a
different and erotic sensation. Allowing his mind to wander for a brief
moment the healer wondered how it would feel to press his whole body
against Saelbeth's, to feel all of his lean hardness molded to his.

No sooner had his thoughts honed in on the fantasy of Saelbeth beneath
him when a spiral of heated desire spiked through his body. Tinuvel
gasped at the moist suppleness of the archer’s mouth against his nipple,
its smooth slickness laving him into shivering moans of prickling
arousal. Only once had he touched himself there in pleasure, but it did
not even begin to compare to the delight of his friend’s suckling mouth.

Eliciting a growl from his chest, Tinuvel found his hand wrapped in the
pale lengths of Saelbeth's hair holding his head steady upon this new
discovered delicacy.

At the sound of Tinuvel’s rumble of pleasure, Saelbeth fixed his
attention upon the other nipple, sucking it into the warm confines of
his mouth while thumbing his previous target with a teasing flick just
hard enough to steal the breath from the healer’s lungs momentarily.

Tinuvel arched against him, his head thrown back, dark hair trailing in
serpentine waves past his shoulders. To think what he would do as
Saelbeth’s touch traveled further down. . .closer. . .

With a rather devious smile, Saelbeth pulled away from the heated
embrace, leaning back against the generous mound of pillows and shimmied
out of his breeches, tossing them over the side of the bed into an
anonymous pile of clothing near the window. He was acutely aware of
Tinuvel’s blatant assessment of his naked body. . .especially a certain
area between his thighs which practically begged for the other’s touch,
for Tinuvel’s hands were so unlike his own. . .smooth and gentle. . .and
very practiced.

Certainly, he would enjoy seeing Tinuvel shed the remainder of his
garments as well and given the way his friend was looking at him, it
would not take much coaxing in the matter. Perhaps he would initiate
his desire. . .

One hand reached out, resting upon the partially tied laces of Tinuvel’s
breeches, slowly untwining the leather stays, his eyes never leaving
those of the healer, until the material fell away, the dark hinting
curls greeting his questing fingers. This time, Tinuvel did not shy
away from his touch, but rather pressed himself boldly against
Saelbeth’s hand, urging him onward until his fingers met with the heated
hardness nestled within the thatch of curls.

Tinuvel's eyes fluttered shut and he held fast to the breath in his
lungs. Saelbeth's feather-light touch was almost his undoing. Even
though he had anticipated the action his hips thrust forward
involuntarily seeking to maximize the contact , and his muscles tensed,
their rigid posture intensifying the already toe curling sensations that
rippled through his body.


“By the Gods!” Saelbeth exclaimed suddenly, his fingers wrapping around
the column of flesh. . . barely.

A small whimper escaped the healer’s parted lips as his tongue ed
ed
out to moisten tingling flesh. A sudden urge to taste every inch of his
friend's body washed over him and the young healer began to lean forward
when he was stopped mid movement by Saelbeth's astonished tone.

Fearing the worst, Tinuvel quickly glanced down to the rock hard flesh
in the archers grasp. Perhaps he was inadequate or lacking in some way.
No wonder he had never done this before. He must be freakish.

" Saelbeth...I.....I'm sorry.........I didn't want to disappoint
you..." , he whispered amid panting breaths.

Tinuvel closed his eyes again and swallowed hard, the echo of his
pounding heart thrumming in his ears in rhythm to the throbbing between
his legs.

Saelbeth’s eyes widened in astonishment at his friend’s sentiment.
“Disappoint….? Oh, no. . .merilin. . .no. . .!” His hand never leaving
the healer’s rigid member, Saelbeth leaned against Tinuvel’s body which
fairly trembled beneath his touch.

His free hand threaded through the dark hair gently, his lips finding
the softness of the healer’s neck and lingering there. “Forgive me,
meleth-nin. . . I have chosen my words tactlessly.”

The archer’s thumb rubbed along the throbbing ridge of Tinuvel’s
arousal, his touch moistened by the slick pearl of desire that welled
from the tip of the proud flesh.

“You are magnificent, meleth. . .beautifully so. . . but I have never
noticed how. . .” Saelbeth paused, searching for a term that would not
offend. “well-endowed you are,” he said at last, his eyes traveling
downward with an appreciative smile. “By the sea and stars, you shall
be the envy of Imladris with such a . . .” He stopped short, choosing
to allow the last thought to remain a mystery as he kissed his way down
Tinuvel’s chest. . .tongue swirling across each nipple, trailing down
the taut stomach, circling his navel. . . “I must taste you, merilin. .
. “

Eager lips closed over the impressive arousal, slickening it with warm
saliva, tongue laving the underside with a languid wash. . . and then
suckling. . .

Tinuvel languished under Saelbeth's touch, his concern over his
disappointing physical attributes melting away as the archers beautiful
mouth played against his tingling flesh and his hand stoked him gently.
No one had ever touched him this intimately before and after a brief
moment of adjustment he began to relax.

Tendrils of desire crept up his thighs as his friend's tongue revisited
the hardened peaks of his nipples, making him shudder and tremble for
want of more....and Saelbeth complied......A warm mouth traveled across
his belly and Tinuvel tensed at the oddly erotic sensation, his arousal
twitching against the archers fingers in response to his rising passion.

Unable to stifle the moan of pleasure that rose from his chest, the
healers head rolled back and his hands gripped Saelbeth's leanly muscled
shoulders for support. The archers lips left his belly and Tinuvel
panted as soft breath fanned the tip of hiectiection the cooling
sensation making the blood pound in his ears.

Suddenly the most exquisite moist heat surrounded him and Tinuvel's
entire world centered upon his groin, all the blood in his body rushing
at once to that one destination.

A growl followed by Saelbeth's barely recognizable name fell from the
healer’s open mouth as his hips thrust forward instinctively burying
himself to the hilt into the warm cavern of the archer’s mouth.

"Aiya........... Sael....," he rasped, his breath catching as he tried
to move against the bedclothes.

Tinuvel dug his nails into his friend’s shoulder as the intense
throbbing in his groin began to pulse erratically.

“Mmmm…” Saelbeth rumbled as Tinuvel’s body began to respond wildly to
the erotic tickle of his tongue.

The healer’s short nails carved crescents of pleasure into his upper
body as Saelbeth intensified the suction of his mouth, sliding Tinuvel’s
entire impressive length past his lips and down his throat, coating him
in warm saliva from base to tip. He could feel the desperate twitch of
Tinuvel’s heat intensifying, building to the height of climactic
tolerance before release would overtake him. . .

Steadying himself upon the soft pallet of his bed with both hands,
Saelbeth lowered his body closer still until he lay upon his belly,
gripping Tinuvel’s hips firmly, the thrum of the engorged arousal within
the warmth of his mouth escalating to a fervent throb as he massaged the
veined flesh sensuously with his tongue.

The rush of his release was upon him before he could fully comprehend
his position, and for a split second Tinuvel panicked for he was still
buried deep with in Saelbeth's mouth. Desperately he squeezed his eyes
shut hoping to stave off the inevitable, but he was beyond the point of
no return and the archers did not seem to be giving any signs of slowing
down

In fact Saelbeth had settled himself closer, suckling his shaft with
such relish that Tinuvel was quite sure the blonde elf was enjoying this
as much as he was.

“Sael........Sael!!!!" he warned, his fingers grasping the silken
tresses that swept across his friend’s shoulders as the sweet pulsing
tingles intensified into orgasmic release.

Tinuvel’s mouth fell open and his eyes squeezed shut tightly as Saelbeth
led him quickly over the edge. Wave after wave of pleasure squeezed
from the pit of his belly and he felt his face go numb at the intensity
of his completion.

The fingers that had tangled the archer’s hair flexed and pulled the
suckling mouth hard against the spasming root of his desire as he filled
it with his essence.

Whimpers of satisfied relief, followed by a shuddering gasp marked the
final throes of Tinuvel’s release. Relaxing his grip on the archer’s
hair, the healer slumped forward, his body blushing with a crimson
flush.

Licking the remnants of vel’vel’s sweet elixir from his lips, Saelbeth
resurfaced with a lop-sided grin, enfolding the panting healing into his
embrace and kissing him upon the mouth lingeringly.

“I could make you cum for me all afternoon, merilin,” the young archer
said huskily as he drew Tinuvel further into his arms, stroking the dark
softness of the healer’s hair with one hand as he so often had done in
the past. “Stay with me. . . “

Saelbeth curled his body around that of his friend and pulled him gently
onto the bed, kissing the full lips tenderly, his tongue tracing their
ripened plumpness teasingly.

“Lirimaer,” he breathed, one hand trailing across the taut flesh of
Tinuvel’s stomach, eliciting a tremble of delight from his friend’s
recovering body. “You are exquisite beyond words. . .”

When he had recovered enough to start breathing again, Tinuvel quickly
toed off his boots and squirmed out the twisted fabric of his breeches,
letting them slip over the edge of the bed. Though it had been literally
only moments since his release, the healer found the press of Saelbeth's
mouth to his igniting his desire anew and a craving for the feel of his
bare flesh against him.

Tentatively, he let his tongue trace the supple bow of the archer's lips
and found he tasted of nothing Tinuvel had ever sampled before. How
many times in the last few months had he dreamt of doing such a thing?

Boldly, he entered the mouth that had brought him so quickly to his peak
, an intoxicating mix of musk and sweet almond teasing him to explore
further.

"Saelbeth....diolla lle...., " he murmured against the smooth column of
the archer’s neck, his mouth discovering the hollow of Saelbeth's ear,
and delighting in the shivering reaction.

" Mmmmmm, mellon-nin.....tell me there is more.. .tell me we can do
more....," he breathed , burying his face in the fragrant frof tof the
blonde elf's hair.

Saelbeth wrapped his arms around Tinuvel once more, his hands sliding
over the warmth of the healer’s naked body to cup the firmed roundness
of his buttocks.

“Aye, melethron. . .there is more. . . much more. . .” Saelbeth purred,
the hardness of his arousal pressing solicitously against the other’s
thigh. “But first. . . kiss me. . .”

Tinuvel wasted no time, pressing his mouth to the archers is an a most
eager manner. Small moans slipped from between his parted lips as he
devoured Saelbeth's mouth even chancing to nip the plump flesh in his
attempt to taste him fully.

Exploring fingers wandered experimentally over the finely muscled
expanse of Saelbeth's chest circling a pert dusky nipple with a
tentative stroke. The archers shivering response brazened his actions
and plucking the hard nub between his fingers he rolled it, delighting
as Saelbeth's hips came up to meet his. Aroused by the reaction, Tinuvel
did his best to deepen the kiss ,silencing the archer’s rumbling
pleasure sounds with a bold sweep of his tongue.

Already his body had recovered and his revived erection rubbed
deliciously against the archers thigh with every press of their bodies.
Tinuvel shuddered at the heat that was building from even this glancing
of stimulation and broke the kiss with a panting gasp as the most
intimate of aroused flesh met with a subtle shift of a grinning
Saelbeth.

“Mmmm… how quickly you learn, merilin. . .” Saelbeth purred, marveling
at the suddenly sensual way Tinuvel’s lips had pressed against his own.

With a wandering hand, Saelbeth found his fingers curling around
Tinuvel’s newly aroused organ once more and stroking. The archer smiled
at the low moan of delight that escaped the dark healer’s plump lips as
his roving hand delved further, cupping the twin orbs between the
eagerly parted thighs while he manipulated them with an expertly erotic
roll of his palm.

“Beautiful,” Saelbeth breathed, leaning closer to capture the ripe
redness of Tinuvel’s mouth, tongue plundering the moist cavern with
languid exploration, savoring the delicacy of wanton heat that lingered
there.

The explorative tongue curved to taste the defined jawline, traveling
down…..trailing across the taut stomach, laving past the erect hardness
that practically begged for his touch and into. . .

“Ooooh….my….! Sael!” Tinuvel squirmed as the archer’s tongue met with
most uncharted of territories.

A rather tittering giggle escaped him followed by an unexpected prickle
of gooseflesh. “Ooooh, by the Valar….that. . .feels….sooo….aaaahh!
Tickles!”

Saelbeth glanced up from between his friend’s legs with an impish
smirk. “It is supposed to. . .” he assured him with a wink. “Now,
shall I have to hold you down?”

“Do not stop. . .” Tinuvel said, grasping a handful of the flaxen hair
that draped over his thigh.

The erotic massage of Saelbeth’s tongue suddenly evoked a new sensation
and the healer’s wiggling ceased, tingles of carnal warmth creeping
through his groin, igniting a fire of different nature that he never
would have guessed could come from such stimulation.

The icy blue of Saelbeth’s gaze peeked from behind the dark nest of
curls as Tinuvel writhed from the touch of his mouth. Soon, he would be
ready. . .

“Sael. . “ Tinuvel panted, gripping the sides of the blond elf’s head.
“I need. . .I need. . .”

Well, he was not exactly certain of just what he needed, only that he
must have it. . .and that only Saelbeth could deliver him to its source.

“What do you need, Merilin?” Saelbeth asked, hand sliding to grip the
pillar of flesh that stood in hardened perfection before him.

Hips arched into the protivetive hand almost demandingly. “I need. .
.” Gods, he did not know what he needed! “You,” Tinuvel said at last.
“I need. . .you. . .Sael. . .you. . .”

A strange fluttering within his chest thrummed to a peak at the quietly
spoken admission. “And I you, Tinuvel. . .” Saelbeth murmured, leaning
to capture the lush softness of the young healer’s lip with his own once
more.

One hand traveled the length of Tinuvel’s thigh as the other groped for
the phial of oil that Erestor had been massaging into Saelbeth’s injured
foot earlier. Amber. The scent was warm, inviting. Palming a generous
amount, he slickened his nearly aching arousal thoroughly, for he wanted
to make certain that his lover-to-be felt nothing but sheer pleasure.
He had always protected Tinuvel. . . watched over him from a distance
even if his friend had not known it, and this moment was certainly no
exception.

Tinuvel watched with detached desire as Saelbeth slowly slickened his
arousal with scented oil. He wanted the archer to take him more than
anything at this very moment, butwas was also aware of the discomfort
that would proceed such an act. He was not innocent of the mechanics of
lovemaking between males, he had just simply never experienced it
himself.
Apprehension nipped at his belly as his lover and friend eased himself
between his thighs his legs raising of their own accord to wrap around
the archer's waist.


He spread Elf’Elf’s legs with his hands and nestled himself there,
pressing the tip of his hardness against Tinuvel’s rounded backside.

“Relax, meleth-nin. . .just breathe. . .” Saelbeth whispered, stroking
the dark hair with infinite tenderness, his gaze never leaving the ebon
pools of Tinuvel’s eyes, for he felt as if his very soul could drown
within their depths.

So warm. . so trusting. . .so. . .

“Ooooh. . .merilin….!” Saelbeth groaned headily as he penetrated the
exquisite tightness of his lover’s body, his own shuddering in response.

Every shred of his control went into resisting the urge not to sink
himself to the hilt within the taut confines of the healer who breathed
heavily beneath him. Grasping a handful of Tinuvel’s hair, he panted,
“By the Gods, it is all I can do not to take you fiercely. . .you make
me ache for you, meleth. . .”


At the first touch of untried tightness, Tinuvel tensed and hitched his
breath only to let it n a n a rushed sigh as Saelbeth assured and
soothed him gently. The healer focused on the fathomless blue of his
lover’s eyes and found the understanding and gentleness that radiated
from them a beacon to cling to as his body was breached.

Desperately, he forced himself to stay in control, but succumbed to the
painful pressure that despite Saelbeth’s tempered advance, pricked tears
of discomfort to leak from behind his now tightly closed eyes.

" Ohh,,,,,,,,,, Saelbeth....." he panted, his voice cracking with the
intensity of the new sensation.

The healer’s rapid and shallow breaths had made him lightheaded and
consciously he concentrated on stilling their erratic measure.

Breathe..........slowly......in.........out.........relax.....


Tinuvel was not sure of the exact moment that the pain had turned to
pleasure, but he soon became aware that his moans of discomfort had
become sighs of pleasure. A sensation akin to a succumbing to a fire
that begun to rage deep within his belly began to spread quickly to his
thighs and groin coaxing his hips to rock in counterpoint to his lover’s
movement.

The healer opened his eyes and was struck by the intense desire that
reflected back from Saelbeth’s cobalt gaze. This was indeed a joining of
more than just his body, it was a melding of passion and need. Reaching
up, he stroked the flushed cheek of his lover and drew him close to his
parted lips.

" Love me, Saelbeth.... saes........" he murmured as he drew the
archer deeper inside with a tightening of his legs.

Saelbeth shivered deliciously within the wanton embrace of Tinuvel’s
inner heat as his hand slid between the eagerly waiting thighs, fingers
wrapping tightly around the rigid column of flesh that begged for his
touch and squeezed.

The healers body trembled at the sudden intensity of his surrender to
the archer's touch. Warm flutters of heat filled hire are and even after
the sweet tendrilling pulses of pleasure subsided to a mere delicious
throb, he moaned in ecstasy against the press of his lovers body.


A long, sighing moan issued forth from the panting healer as Saelbeth
began to stroke him in tandem with his thrusts, the pulsing tingle
within his groin snaking sinuously to his belly where it writhed with
erotic tenacity. The sweet sound of Tinuvel’s eager whimpers would be
his undoing!

“Tinu. . .I. . .” bethbeth’s breathing became erratic as he bent into
the thrust that he knew would send him tumbling over the edge. “I. . I.
. .cannot. . . oooooohh!”

The healer’s name spilled from his lips in a languid moan, over and over
as he crashed into the abyss of a pleasure he had never known with
another, his hand never once losing its rhythm as he coaxed his lover
into climax, Tinuvel’s body convulsing with the intensity of the release
as Saelbeth collapsed onto his chest, spent and panting.

Tinuvel remained silent, for words could not express the maelstrom of
desire that gathered in his chest. He had shared something with
Saelbeth that none had ever laid claim to before and the rush of raw
need that accompanied the intense feelings broke down his usual stoic
tendency and threatened to overcome him with emotion.

"Saelbeth...." The healer managed a breathy sigh, his lover’s name
falling from his lips to become buried within the flaxen froth of the
archer’s luxuriant mane.

“Merilin. . .” Saelbeth murmured, nestling his head against the dusky
shoulder. “Thank you. . .”

" Melethron....diola lle......(thank you)" Tinuvel shuddered as the body
bliss continued to wash over his still sensitive skin.

The archer had filled more than his lustful body with his essence, he
had marked Tinuvel for all eternity as his lover. Even if this act was
never repeated again, it would follow him throughout his life.