Unattainable
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
3,199
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
2
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 8
Part 8...
After having reached an earth-shattering orgasm Glorfindel collapsed atop the sated advisor, gradually regaining his senses. After long minutes sprawled in a boneless heap he eventually moved off the limp form beneath him to fetch a cloth, which he soaked with warm water before using it to clean the sweat and sticky semen from their bodies. Tossing the cloth on top of his discarded leggings he clambered back into the huge bed and slipped under the covers that Erestor had already turned down, tugging the weary advisor into his arms. Settling against each other both elves let reverie claim them.
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Having awoken early, as was his wont, Glorfindel stared at the dark burgundy canopy above his head and reflected on last nights surprising turn of events. Lightly running the tips of his fingers over the supple black hair of his slumbering bed partner, he savored the peaceful moments of the pre-dawn glow. Feeling Erestor stir against him, snuggling closer, Glorfindel ceased his caresses and patiently waited for Erestor to wake up.
Erestor fought against waking and snuggling more firmly against his pillow trying to reclaim his hold on sleep for a little while longer. Dozing, bordering just on the edge of sleep once more, he became aware of a rhythmic thudding beneath his ear. Why was his pillow thudding? Tensing, his eyes clearing of any lingering remnants of reverie, he arrived at a very startling and horrifying conclusion; he wasn’t alone! Was in fact firmly pressed against another body, another body that was as naked as his own. With apprehension Erestor allowed his mind to drift back in time, recalling the events leading up to his current, inconceivable situation. Here he was, entangled with a glorious Balrog slayer, whom he had secretly worshiped and admired from afar, and not knowing what to do about it. See what happens when you consume three glasses of wine and two goblets of potent liquor, he berated him self. You end up allowing your inhibitions and self-discipline to take flight right out the window, dragging your famed reserve and clear headed thinking along for the ride. What happened to his strict ‘never do anything spontaneous’ rule anyhow? Knowing he couldn’t stave off the inevitable, no matter how much he wished it, Erestor slowly pulled away from the hard, warm body.
“Morning love.”
Blinking at Glorfindels’ endearment Erestor sat up, pulling the sheet more securely around his waist. Murmuringmornmorning” back at the blonde he averted his gaze, conscious of the heated that blush rose up over his face, tinging the tips of his ears pink.
The two sat amidst rumpled bedding, Glorfindel nonchalantly lounging in his full, naked glory while Erestors’ only wish was to hide under the blankets like an Elfling.
“We shouldn’t have done.. what we did.”
His forehead wrinkling in puzzlement, Glorfindel responded to the whispered declaration with an equally quiet question.
“Why not?”
“Because, I don’t take a lover as casually as this… tryst might suggest.”
“Tryst? Is that all this, a tryst?”
“Isn’t it?” Cursing the quavering lilt of his voice, Erestor stared intently at his hands, which where knotted into the sheet wrapped around his waist, desperately wishing he was fully clo wit with his customary composure and aloof mask firmly in place. Somehow he just couldn’t construct his normal serenity while sitting naked in bed with Glorfindel, the memory of an exquisite night of passion still fresh.
“No, it isn’t. At least not to me.”
Raising his head, hope flaring to life in his heart, Erestor met Glorfindels eyes, reading the sincerity, hope and love shining back at him. “Glorfindel, I…wh…why?”
“Why what?”
“Why would you… choose me?”
“Erestor,” Shifting closer to the flabbergasted elf and lifting a pale, elegant hand to clasp between both his own, continued. “Don’t you realize how beautiful you are? How you captivated me with you eyes? Your smile? I didn’t choose you hea heart did; it only took a few centuries for my head to catch up. I don’t want this to end after a single night of passion; I want a relationship, someone to confide in, spend my nights with. That is, if that’s what you want...?”
Holding his breath, filled with apprehension, Glorfindel waited for the advisors reaction.
TBC...
After having reached an earth-shattering orgasm Glorfindel collapsed atop the sated advisor, gradually regaining his senses. After long minutes sprawled in a boneless heap he eventually moved off the limp form beneath him to fetch a cloth, which he soaked with warm water before using it to clean the sweat and sticky semen from their bodies. Tossing the cloth on top of his discarded leggings he clambered back into the huge bed and slipped under the covers that Erestor had already turned down, tugging the weary advisor into his arms. Settling against each other both elves let reverie claim them.
~~~~
Having awoken early, as was his wont, Glorfindel stared at the dark burgundy canopy above his head and reflected on last nights surprising turn of events. Lightly running the tips of his fingers over the supple black hair of his slumbering bed partner, he savored the peaceful moments of the pre-dawn glow. Feeling Erestor stir against him, snuggling closer, Glorfindel ceased his caresses and patiently waited for Erestor to wake up.
Erestor fought against waking and snuggling more firmly against his pillow trying to reclaim his hold on sleep for a little while longer. Dozing, bordering just on the edge of sleep once more, he became aware of a rhythmic thudding beneath his ear. Why was his pillow thudding? Tensing, his eyes clearing of any lingering remnants of reverie, he arrived at a very startling and horrifying conclusion; he wasn’t alone! Was in fact firmly pressed against another body, another body that was as naked as his own. With apprehension Erestor allowed his mind to drift back in time, recalling the events leading up to his current, inconceivable situation. Here he was, entangled with a glorious Balrog slayer, whom he had secretly worshiped and admired from afar, and not knowing what to do about it. See what happens when you consume three glasses of wine and two goblets of potent liquor, he berated him self. You end up allowing your inhibitions and self-discipline to take flight right out the window, dragging your famed reserve and clear headed thinking along for the ride. What happened to his strict ‘never do anything spontaneous’ rule anyhow? Knowing he couldn’t stave off the inevitable, no matter how much he wished it, Erestor slowly pulled away from the hard, warm body.
“Morning love.”
Blinking at Glorfindels’ endearment Erestor sat up, pulling the sheet more securely around his waist. Murmuringmornmorning” back at the blonde he averted his gaze, conscious of the heated that blush rose up over his face, tinging the tips of his ears pink.
The two sat amidst rumpled bedding, Glorfindel nonchalantly lounging in his full, naked glory while Erestors’ only wish was to hide under the blankets like an Elfling.
“We shouldn’t have done.. what we did.”
His forehead wrinkling in puzzlement, Glorfindel responded to the whispered declaration with an equally quiet question.
“Why not?”
“Because, I don’t take a lover as casually as this… tryst might suggest.”
“Tryst? Is that all this, a tryst?”
“Isn’t it?” Cursing the quavering lilt of his voice, Erestor stared intently at his hands, which where knotted into the sheet wrapped around his waist, desperately wishing he was fully clo wit with his customary composure and aloof mask firmly in place. Somehow he just couldn’t construct his normal serenity while sitting naked in bed with Glorfindel, the memory of an exquisite night of passion still fresh.
“No, it isn’t. At least not to me.”
Raising his head, hope flaring to life in his heart, Erestor met Glorfindels eyes, reading the sincerity, hope and love shining back at him. “Glorfindel, I…wh…why?”
“Why what?”
“Why would you… choose me?”
“Erestor,” Shifting closer to the flabbergasted elf and lifting a pale, elegant hand to clasp between both his own, continued. “Don’t you realize how beautiful you are? How you captivated me with you eyes? Your smile? I didn’t choose you hea heart did; it only took a few centuries for my head to catch up. I don’t want this to end after a single night of passion; I want a relationship, someone to confide in, spend my nights with. That is, if that’s what you want...?”
Holding his breath, filled with apprehension, Glorfindel waited for the advisors reaction.
TBC...