Year of Madness

Chapter Six

“Yes, yes, yes, oh, by the Valar, Glorfindel...!”

“Should have – done this – sooner-“ the blonde managed between thrusts. There really wasn’t must thrusting going on, however. Glorfindel was upon his back, his dark beauty impaled upon his elfhood. Erestor’s hands were firmly grasping Glorfindel’s thighs, while his own legs supported him, one knelt at either side of his lover’s torso.

His dark beauty. His lover. His.

“Mine,” panted Glorfindel, his blue-green orbs a deep teal now, nearly matching the dark brown ones that looked down upon him. One of Erestor’s hands shifted and took hold of Glorfindel’s chin possessively.

“Mine,” countered Erestor with a low growl.

“Aye,” agreed Glorfindel.

“Tell me,” hissed Erestor. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” gasped Glorfindel. “You, Erestor. I am yours.”

Once again Glorfindel felt his length fully sheathed within the other elf and licked his lips, dry from his constant panting. He nearly bit his tongue as he felt Erestor rise almost completely off of him before sliding slowly back down again. “Oh, yes, Glorfindel,” growled Erestor as his hand fell away from Glorfindel’s chin. “Mine. All mine.”

Glorfindel’s lips turned up in a smile and his eyelids drooped. Watching Erestor rise again through half-closed eyes, he focused his attention on the deep moaning that came from the back of Erestor’s throat. He spoke as little as possible, feeding upon the sweet sounds of his lover’s building ecstasy.

Erestor shifted his position slightly, placing his hands on Glorfindel’s shoulders for leverage. His next move downward was swifter and caused Glorfindel to groan in pleasure, Ere Erestor heard little of it. Caught up in trying to obtain his release, Erestor’s movements became more restricted as he attempted to create a greater amount of friction against his own arousal.

Glorfindel slid his left hand away from Erestor’s hip, brushing his fingers across the tip of Erestor’s erection, causing the dark elf to shudder and gasp.

“Erestor...”

“Yes, Glorfindel, yes,” growled his lover, kneading his fingers into the blonde’s shoulders.

“Erestor...”

“Mmm – oh! Oh, Glori... oh, yes...” pleaded Erestor, whimpering as he tried to decide which touch tan ian into.

“Erestor – there’s something – I have – to – ask you,” grunted Glorfindel, stroking Erestor’s length. He began slowly, but pumped faster and with greater strength at Erestor’s insistence.

“Yes, yes, Glori – anything,” he barely managed.

Glorfindel paused as he watched Erestor throw his head back in abandon, admiring the dark and mysterious elf he was claiming as his. His now, and forever. He shivered as he squeezed his left hand at the base of Erestor’s shaft while using his right to tangle into dark locks.

As Glorfindel pulled Erestor’s head back down, he sat up what little he could without disturbing their lovemaking. “Do you-“ Glorfindel paused as he felt Erestor cease his movement. The blonde was buried deep, warm and throbbing in Erestor’s tight inviting passage. “Do you-“ He wanted to ask, for he needed to know, but somehow asking what he wanted seemed vulgar.

“I love you,” answered Erestor. Not meaning to sigh with relief as he did, Glorfindel was further comforted by the sweet laughter he loved to hear. “These feelings,” Erestor said seriously with a smile in a voice somewhat strained as he held himself in check as he spoke, “would not, could not, be so strong if this – oh! Ahh… if… this…” Erestor closed his eyes and discarded his speech as Glorfindel’s hand once more began to stroke his hardened length.

“I love you, too, Erestor,” confirmed Glorfindel. He lifted himself up a little more with his free arm. “I love you,” he repeated, and then waiting until Erestor’s eyes opened again, he asked with fear of rejection in his eyes, the question he felt he really should have asked before their touching and kissing had turned into this. “Erestor – bond with me?”

“Yes, Glorfindel, yes!” Erestor gasped as he spilled himself into Glorfindel’s palm. His golden-haired lover captured his lips, kissing him passionately in thanks for so many things unsaid before finding his own release.

Holding the dark elf tightly after they had quickly cleaned themselves and crawled back beneath the blankets, Glorfindel whispered hoarsely, “So, Lord Elrond knows.”

“Lord Elrond knows,” confirmed Erestor.

“Lord Elrond approves?” ventured Glorfindel.

Laughing, Erestor asked, “What does it matter? It’s a bit late now. But set your fears aside,” he assured the blonde besides him, “He said it was about time we stopped sidestepping each other and that he knew we’d eventually come to our senses.”

“He knew this would happen?”

More laughter. “He has the gift of foresight. I don’t believe he always gets to decide who and what he sees.”

“You don’t...” Glorfindel paled a bit. “You don’t think he can see...”

Erestor was laughing so hard he had to wipe the tears from his eyes. “If he can, I think we gave him quite a show.” Seriously, he said, “No, no, Glori. I fear Lord Elrond’s mind less than I fear Lady Galadriel’s mirror.”

Now with a panicked look, Glorfindel asked, “You don’t think she-“

“No!” Erestor was chuckling again, and reached up to tweak Glorfindel’s nose. “Do you think she would have nothing better to do than spy on a pair of elves in the midst of mutual pleasure? You are a silly one.”

“I’m not trying to be,” pouted Glorfindel. Erestor pouted back, to which Glorfindel smirked and finally laughed himself and then yawned. “Ah, there’s much to discuss, but first I need a nap.”

“Excellent idea,” agreed Erestor. “And look! We’re already in the perfect place for it.”

“I thought you favored the tub,” winked Glorfindel.

“The tub, the bed, it’s all the same now,” shrugged Erestor, “as long as I’m in your arms.”

Cuddling up closer to his lover, Glorfindel said in a low voice, “Don’t expect me to let you go.” Kissing Erestor’s mouth sweetly, he added, “I love you, darling, now and forever.”

“I love you, Glorfindel,” whispered Erestor, “and I always will.”

-End Book One-


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