Finger painting

Title: Finger painting
Author: Fishy
Feedback: fishyz9@yahoo.com
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Notes: AU, PWP, Slash, (M/M)
Summary: Hidden sides of two elves are revealed in paint.

Finger Painting.


“Glorfindel! Are you in there?!” Erestor had near bellowed whilst banging on the warriors chamber doors.

“Excuse me my dear I’ll be back in one moment.” But before Glorfindel could open the door Erestor had burst through.

“Glorfindel! I know that due to your injuries you have obviously become bored, but that does not mean you can glue all my stationary items down onto my desk! My quill is ruined!”

Glorfindel bowed his head as any guilty elfling would, but was helpless to contain his snickers. Glorfindel had been injured on the training grounds a day ago when stepping into the cross fire when two young elves had disobeyed instructions. He had dislocated his shoulder and cracked a rib and had thusly been ordered to rest, much to Erestor’s distress. For the childish warrior had increased his attention upon Erestor tenfold.

“Oh you think this funny? Destroying my property is amusing to you?!”
“I am sorry Erestor.” Glorfindel had chuckled, contradicting his words.
“No you’re not!”
“Really I am, that was childish of me. It’s just…you are so very easy to anger, and your cheeks get so beautifully flushed, just as they are now.”

Erestor swiped away Glorfindel’s hand when the blond touched his cheek.

“Oh Erestor, it was just a joke, I will get you a new quill.”
“I liked that quill!”
“And then you get this adorable pout…” Glorfindel had said, laughing aloud when Erestor’s flush intensified.

“Nay you will not get me a new quill! You are acting like an elfling so I shall treat you like one!”
“What do you plan to do? Put me over your knee?”
“You took and broke something of mine, so I will take and break something of yours!” Erestor declared as he brushed past Glorfindel and walked into the main sitting room in search of something to extract his revenge with. He stood still in his tracks however when he came across a young elf maiden sitting amongst pillows pilled on the floor. He turned to Glorfindel who had just entered the room after him.

“You are injured Glorfindel, should you be partaking in such….activities?” The advisor had uttered in a low voice to Glorfindel.

“Oh hush Erestor, you presume too much!”
“Should I leave?” The young she elf asked hesitantly as she rose from the floor.
Erestor had shouted yes whilst Glorfindel had said no, the she elf looked between the two for a moment before looking to Glorfindel.

“I will leave, perhaps some other time Glorfindel.” Glorfindel had smiled charmingly at the she elf as she left and then turned back to Erestor who stood glaring at him.

“Glorfindel! you are in no condition to..”
“Erestor! Look!” Glorfindel had shouted whilst pointing over to a near by standing easel and paints set aside. “I was painting her! Being in this condition limits me to what I can do, fortunately painting isn’t one of those things. Although now you have scared off my muse, who by the way, is married!”

“Well it is inappropriate to be socialising with a young she elf in such intimate settings, whether she is married or no!”
“Why do you care so much?” Glorfindel asked with a grin.
“I do not!” Erestor had replied with eyes narrowed, clearly offended. There was a long pause before Glorfindel spoke.

“I believe you were going to take something of mine…” Glorfindel reminded Erestor with a most cheeky grin.
“Aye, aye I am…” Erestor looked about the room briefly determined not to loose face, “and this will do fine!” Erestor had smiled in his triumph as he walked over to the painting set over on the easel.
“Oh come Erestor I am working on that!”

Erestor simply ignored the warriors complaint and took the painting in hand, before snapping it across his knee and throwing it to the floor with a satisfied smirk.

“Now that was childish!” Glorfindel cried out in shock, he couldn’t believe Erestor had just done that!
“No, now we are even!” Erestor said nothing else as he wiped his hands clean in a clapping motion and breezed past Glorfindel and out of the chambers. Glorfindel stood there open mouthed.

“Oh you will pay for that councillor.”


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“Lord Erestor are you sure you do not need assistance?” One of the scribes had called concerned as they watched Erestor walk towards the library with a stack of books that almost towered above his head.

“No I will be fine, ‘tis but a short walk.” Erestor slowly made his way to the library, careful as to not drop any of the books he was carrying. Little did he know he was being watched.

This was the perfect opportunity! Glorfindel had been trying to think of a way to avenge his dearly departed painting and had come up with the perfect plan. All he needed to do was to make Erestor feel guilty for something, and now he knew how.

“Erestor look out!” He had called as he deliberately bumped into the advisor who’s view was obstructed.
“Glorfindel what…” And before the advisor could finish his sentence he found himself tangled on the floor, on the soft floor, on the soft floor that was groaning.
“Glorfindel! I am so sorry are you alright?!” Erestor had scrambled to his feet and gently tried to help Glorfindel up, he blanched when the blond groaned again and clutched at his side.

“Glorfindel I am so sorry, let me help you to the healing rooms…”
“No! no, it is not that bad, could you help me to my rooms though?”
“Of course, I’m sorry I should have been looking where I was going.” Erestor had been mad at Glorfindel, but he would never wish to do him bodily harm.
“Its alright.” Glorfindel had said weakly, inwardly grinning to himself for his performance. Erestor hadn’t hurt him, but now he had the dark elf precisely where he wanted him.

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“Are you sure there is nothing else I can get you?” Erestor, riddled with guilt had brought Glorfindel food, drink, and anything else the warrior had asked for.

“Could you pass me my sketch book?” Glorfindel had asked pointed to the small leather encased sketch book from where he laid in bed.
“Of course, here.” Erestor stood there for a moment before speaking.
“Is there anything else?”
“No that will be fine…ah!” Glorfindel had exclaimed clutching his side as he reached for the book Erestor passed him. He was of Course fine, merely laying it on thickly. Which seemed to be working by the worried expression on the advisors face.

“Perhaps I should call Elrond?”
“No really Erestor I will be ok, in fact I think I will rest a while, I will be fine.”
“All-alright, I will let you rest then again I am sorry, for what it is worth.”
“Really it is not a big deal Erestor, although…”
“Yes?”
“Could you perhaps come back in a few hours and keep me company?”
“Ah…well, I had had a lot of work to…”
“Its only that before at least I could walk around some, visit the library, now I fear I may be confined to my rooms a while. I would appreciate the company.” Glorfindel could actually see the guilt grow and weigh down on Erestor, making the advisor, to Glorfindel’s delight, concede.
“Very well, ‘tis the least I could do, I will be back in a few hours then.”

Glorfindel waited until Erestor had left his rooms before casually leaving the bed with ease and began to make preparations for when Erestor would return.


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“Glorfindel?” Erestor had asked hesitantly as he stepped into the room after knocking lightly. His brow furrowed when he came across Glorfindel’s empty bed. “Glorfindel, where are you?”

“I am in here Erestor.” The warrior called from the sitting room.

When Erestor walked into the cosy room it was with speculation that he looked to Glorfindel. Glorfindel was standing arranging pillows on seat that was set in front of his canvas.

“Glorfindel, should you not be in bed?”
“Erestor I am not so hurt that I can not stand or hold a paint brush.
“Would you like me to leave?”
“No of course not why would you think that?”
“Well, you’re obviously expecting someone.”
“And that someone would be you, I would paint you Erestor.”
“What?!”
“I would like to paint you Erestor, you would be a feast for my canvas. You are a unique dark beauty, you know that?” Glorfindel grinned at the blush that graced the elf‘s milky skin.
“I really have a lot of work to do Glorfindel, I do not have time for this.”

Glorfindel gave Erestor his best forlorn look and turned sadly with a sigh.
“Very well, I thought that you had come to keep me company in my state, but if you must leave I understand.”

Erestor wavered for a moment and had in fact turned to leave but turned back upon hearing Glorfindel’s slight pain filled whimper. He sighed and moved to the piece of furniture Glorfindel had spread pillows across.

“How do you want me?” He asked in a resigned tone, ignoring the brilliant smile upon the injured warriors face.

‘Oh how do I want you Erestor? If only you knew!’ Glorfindel had thought to himself before clearing his throat.

“Well, I would have you sitting. If you would just remove your robe first.” Glorfindel had said with an air of casualness as he began to stir paints on his pallet.

“Excuse me?” The advisor had asked in a disbelieving voice.
“Undress.” Was again the casual reply.
“I most certainly will not!”
“I thought you had agreed to let me paint you?”
“I had, but I fail to see why I need to remove my clothes for you to do so!”
“Erestor, those robes drown you. I want to paint your fair features but that robe smothers them!”
“I am not removing my clothes!”
“You can keep your legging on, just remove the robe?”
“No.”
“Well then I will find you a shirt to wear, and then you can remove that robe!” Glorfindel then left briefly not leaving room for discussion before returning holding a silky blue shirt in tow.

“Here, put this on.” He wordlessly passed the shirt to Erestor before returning to mixing the paints on his pallet. When he saw Erestor hesitate he stretched to reach for a second brush and hissed while clutching his side in mock pain. This seemed to do the trick as another grimace of guilt passed over Erestor’s face and he began to unbutton the first few clasps of his high necked robe.

“Could you at least turn around?”
“Oh Erestor, why so shy?” Glorfindel laughed.
“If you want me to put…this” he said in disdain as he held the shirt up with one finger “on then you will turn around.”
“Fine, fine.” Glorfindel turned with a wicked grin, so that he stood facing the looking glass that showed Erestor’s disrobing reflection perfectly.

He bit back an appreciative growl seeing Erestor remove his extremely concealing robs and bend over to place the neatly folded item to one side. Erestor had the cutest behind he had ever seen, so pert and smooth looking. His chest was as pale and creamy as the rest of him save for the two pink nubs. He did not have a feminine physique but was not overly masculine, his smaller frame was toned but not endowed with heavy muscle such as his own body was. Erestor, in his eyes seemed ripe, supple, utterly delicious, but most of all heartbreakingly beautiful.

“Alright, you can turn around.”

When Glorfindel turned he had to bite the inside of his cheeks to keep the ‘aw’ from escaping his lips. Erestor looked precious, the shirts sleeves were far to long and the shirt nearly met the councillors knees. The all of a sudden very coy advisor stood fiddling with the sleeves that overlapped his hands many times as he looked for Glorfindel for direction.

“You want me to just sit?”
“Aye, make yourself comfortable.” Glorfindel cleared his throat, alarmed that his voice had come out a little gruff. He smiled as he watched Erestor sit straight upright, as stiff as stone.

“Erestor, raise your feet and cross your legs.”
“Like this?” He asked as he crossed his legs on the seat.
“Aye, and…would you mind if I…” Glorfindel leaned down, careful of his actual injuries as he lifted his hand to Erestor’s hair. “…would you mind if I made a few adjustments?”
“Alright…” The advisor mumbled whilst trying to control the blush that threatened to spread across his cheeks at such close proximity.

Glorfindel carefully untied the few braids that kept Erestor’s thick black hair tied back. He could not help but gasp when it fell in loose long shining spirals.

“What?” Erestor had heard the gasp and wondered if the warrior had aggravated his injuries “Did you hurt your shoulder?”

“Ah, yes, yes I did. But I’m fine now.” Glorfindel recovered quickly, glad at the excuse offered to him.

Glorfindel ran his fingers through the silky darkness, barely containing a wanton sigh. He pushed the dark mass over one of Erestor’s shoulders exposing the pale neck, when his hands came to rest on the clasps of the shirt he looked up to Erestor’s questioning gaze.

“I’m just going to adjust this slightly.” He explained, once Erestor had nodded his consent he released the first couple of clasps.

Due to the shirts sheer size on Erestor that after he had opened the few clasps the silky garment fell open to just under the advisors ribcage. Glorfindel then pulled the shirt to one side so that Erestor’s bare shoulder and neck were exposed. He tucked a stray strand behind a pointed ear before pulling away to survey his muse.

“Perfect.” He breathed, he smiled when Erestor averted his eyes as the blush Erestor had been fighting against tinged his cheeks.

“How long will you need me to sit like this?” Erestor had asked a little shakily.
“Until I’m finished, it may take a couple of days, if that’s alright?”
“I guess, ‘tis my fault you can not do much else.”
“How about we make a little wager out of this?”
“How so?”

Glorfindel briefly left the room only to return a moment later with a thick volume.
“We will see who will finish first. You can start this book as I start my painting, who ever finishes first shall be the victor.”
“And what are the spoils?”
“We will let the winner decide.” Glorfindel had said as he placed the heavy book into Erestor’s lap.
“Very well I accept.” Erestor had opened the book and read the title before looking back to Glorfindel.
“The complete works and knowing of Gondolin, a city lost?”
“A marvellous read.” Glorfindel had said absently whilst beginning his work.
“You’re going to be in this aren’t you?” Erestor had asked in his usual chastising tone.

“Why of course, did I not say it would be a marvellous read?” The warrior had replied with a grin.
“This is hardly fare Glorfindel.”
“And why is that?”
“How am I supposed to stay awake?” Erestor said whilst casting an equally cheeky grin to Glorfindel, making the blond laugh heartily.

“If I were you I would start reading, you do not know what I may ask for councillor.”

And there they stayed for the next few hours, one reading and turning pages at a rate that worried the other who constantly glanced at the seated figure, as he tried to capture the dark beauty on canvas. They had continued that way for the next two days, both nearing the completion of their tasks. It was on one of these days that Erestor had arrived a little early and Glorfindel had not set up yet.

“Can I help?” Erestor had asked after changing in to the blue silk shirt he had secretly grown to love due to its softness and size.

“Yes if you wouldn’t mind I’d…” Glorfindel stopped mid-sentence when a knock came at his door “I’ll be back in a moment.”

“I’ll start setting up.” Erestor had called after him. The easel and paints were in the place they always were, and after setting the pillows in their position on the his now familiar seat Erestor realised that there was only one thing missing, the painting.

Glorfindel had not yet allowed Erestor to see the painting saying that he was not to look upon it until it was complete. Not caring in the slightest if Glorfindel would bark at him he set about looking for where the painting would be kept. He wanted to see how far away Glorfindel was from completion in regards to their small wager, in which the prize was still unsettled.

“Where would he keep it?” He uttered to himself. As he turned in the room he spied a before unnoticed door in the corner of the room, partly hidden by a hanging tapestry.

“Oh Glorfindel you are so obvious.” He had said with a victorious grin.

Carefully he pulled back the tapestry and stepped inside of the dark room that was bare and not in the least decorated. The room obviously not meant to be seen by anyone else. After closer inspection he realised that this was indeed where Glorfindel stored all of his complete works. The room was full to the brim of paintings, he began his search for the one of himself by flipping through the canvases leaning against each other by a wall, all depicting beautiful sceneries of some sort, nothing of particular interest. There must have been at least two maybe three hundred canvases in the room, some small, some large. He noticed a large pile stoked at the back of the room covered in a sheet and was about to turn his inspections in that direction when one small canvas caught his eye.

He moved and picked up the painting and found himself utterly intrigued by it. It was dark, very dark. In the centre he could make out what seemed a bowed head with dirty and matted hair covering the features, all he could discern behind the fallen hair was a pair of dark eyes, they were hypnotizing. They were so very dark and sad, but at the same time Erestor could see frank vulnerability and innocence staring back at him as if they were pleading with him or trying to ask him something. The dark eyes seemed to look straight inside of him with a strange kindly familiar sense, he could also see a small light inside of them that seemed to make the midnight eyes faceted. Reflecting little light and what seemed a glimmer of hope through the uncertainty that the dark eyes had struck him with at first, it was utterly moving in its contradictory. So immersed in the painting was Erestor that he did not hear Glorfindel approach from behind.

“Erestor?” Erestor visibly jumped when Glorfindel laid a hand upon his shoulder. “What are you doing in here?”

“I, I was looking for the painting, of me.” Erestor could not help feel as if he had just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar or so to speak.

“I have already set it up outside, I only keep complete works in here.” Glorfindel smiled at the clear embarrassment Erestor showed at being caught snooping around. He was relieved that he had stopped Erestor before the advisor could of probed further, he wouldn’t know what to say if Erestor ever stumbled upon his collection of ‘Erestor painting’ that where hidden beneath a cloth at the back of the room. When he caught a glance at the painting Erestor held in his hands though his smile faltered slightly.

“You like this painting?” He asked curiously.
“To be honest, I think it the most intriguing and beautiful piece of work I have ever seen.”

“You do?” The smile returned to Glorfindel’s face, he had never shown that to anyone before, but had never actually wanted to either. “Will you tell me why?” the warrior probed deeper. Glorfindel felt heat flush his cheeks when Erestor shared his previous thoughts on the painting, he had never felt so flattered in all his long life.

“Who is the lost sole in the painting? If you do not mind me asking.”
“That, is the first and only self portrait I have ever painted.”
“Self portrait? What were you thinking, feeling when you painted this?” Erestor asked as he glanced back down to the painting, finally realising why the eyes seemed so familiar to him.
“Ah, well, that was painted a short while after…after I, returned.” Glorfindel said tilting his head slightly. Erestor immediately took Glorfindel’s meaning, knowing that the warrior meant his famed rebirth.

“Oh.” Erestor said whilst placing the painting back where he had found it.
“What is it?” Glorfindel had asked, clearly unsure of what had caused Erestor’s change in demeanour.
“Um, well, I was going to, to ask for the painting as my prize if I had I won our little wager.” Erestor had said whilst shrugging with a small smile.
“Really?” Asked the warrior, flattered.
“Aye, but I would not ask for it now, I would imagine it is very…personal to you.”

Glorfindel had rested his hand upon Erestor’s shoulder, with a warm smile.
“In the small possibility that you win, you shall have the painting, it is not as dear to me as you would think.”

Erestor smiled, his now strong want to win renewing his efforts to complete the book before Glorfindel completed the painting.
“Thank you.” He had said quietly. There had then been a moment that had seemed to lay heavily between them. Erestor turned back to the light that was streaming through the door from the small sitting room and inclined his head to motion for them to go back. Glorfindel had nodded and followed Erestor back into the comfortable setting whilst mentally cursing, another moment and he would of leaned in to kiss Erestor.

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They both sat now in companionable silence, Erestor reading, almost at an end of the thick volume, and Glorfindel nearly at completion of his painting. The blond looked back to Erestor however when he heard Erestor snort and chuckle.
“What do you find so amusing?” He asked smiling unknowingly, seeing Erestor smile was enough to make his own lips do likewise.

“There is an illustration of you in here, as you undoubtedly knew.”
“Aye, I did, What prey tell is so amusing about it?”
“it’s a little…exaggerated is it not?” Erestor had said, lips quirking as he worked to restrained his chuckles at the picture before him. There was a picture of Glorfindel, standing alone in his armour, the warriors chest puffed out in exaggeration and expression stern. Glorfindel left his own work briefly to take a second look at the picture of him.

“What do you mean?” Glorfindel asked after a second look, unable to see what it was Erestor found amusing.
“Well look at you Glorfindel, this artist has you depicted as some sort of demigod! Beauty personified!” Erestor had finished loosing the battle to withhold his chuckles.
“You do not think me fair?” Glorfindel had asked quietly, still looking over Erestor’s shoulder whilst fiddling with his brush. Erestor had looked over his shoulder , almost butting Glorfindel’s chin, he smiled sweetly at how unsure of himself Glorfindel looked at that moment. He had never thought that what he thought of the warriors appearance would matter at all to him.

“I think you passing fair Glorfindel…” and this time it was him who smiled as the blush graced Glorfindel’s cheeks, “but this artist did not know you at all.” He said turning back to the picture in question.

“And why would you say that?”
“Because look at you, look how stern your face is. That is not you, you are light hearted and merry.”
“I may be light hearted and merry at home Erestor, but on the battlefield it is a completely different matter.”
“Oh, I must say that never occurred to me. In fact, I do not know much of you do I?”
“You are more than welcome to further your knowledge.” Glorfindel had said whilst brushing the tip of his paint brush on Erestor’s nose. He laughed when Erestor went cross eyes to look at the tip of his now blue nose. And he could not repress the adoring sigh that escaped his lips when seeing Erestor wipe at his nose. He grinned impishly when Erestor scowled at him along with a smile.

It was Glorfindel who called out first in triumph a mere hour later.
“Aha! I have finished!” He laughed allowed when Erestor slumped into the book, having only two pages remaining.
“Do I at least now get to see this painting?”
“Yes you may, I must say I think it my favourite painting to date.”

Erestor rose from his seat and walked over to the grinning warrior. He gasped however when he saw the painting, words failing him for a moment.

“So, what do you think?” Glorfindel asked, nervousness tingeing his voice.

Erestor continued to stare at the painting, it was his own reflection that looked back at him, and it was not so. In the picture he was…well, he looked beautiful. It took him a while to figure out what it was that made the painting look so breath taking and finally he realised what it was, or at least what the main cause was. Glorfindel had painted him smiling. In the painting he was gazing at the viewer, eyes large and beautiful and lips smiling brilliantly.

“Erestor? Do you like it?”
“Is that how you see me?” Erestor whispered.
“What?”
“Is that how you see me Glorfindel?” He asked turning to face the warrior.
“Aye, that is how you look, to me at least. So…you like it?”
“Yes, I like it. But will you promise me no other will see this painting save for yourself?”
“Why? You said you..”
“I know and I do, though, its just with the, ah…slightly revealing shirt, and the smile and all, it is wonderful but people are not used to seeing me like that. I would prefer if other people did not see me in that light, I do not mind if you do, in fact, I find it flattering you do. Does that make sense?” Erestor had asked after babbling, unsure if he had made sense at all.

“I understand.” Glorfindel had said smiling sweetly.
“ ‘tis a pity.”
“What’s that?” Asked the blond.
“I really liked that portrait of you.”
“Wait one moment.” Glorfindel had disappeared into the small storage room only to appear moments later with the painting.
“Take it.” He said handing over the painting.
“Are you sure?” Erestor asked beaming, holding the picture.
“Aye, though I too would ask you to not show that painting to anyone else also. I think you would agree they would not expect to see me in that light either.”
“I understand, is it not strange that we both have paintings of each other in a light no other has even seen? You the ever laughing and jesting in a darker moment, and me the always scowling and angry smiling sweetly.” Erestor asked with an almost shy smile.
“I think I rather like the idea actually.” Glorfindel had replied returning the smile.

There was a moment of silence between them before Erestor spoke, suddenly remembering the wager.

“I owe you a gift of some sort.”
“Oh, uh, it’s alright.” Glorfindel had said waving it off. Erestor had stepped until he stood before the warrior who stood playing with the bristles of the paint brush he still held.

“No we made a wager, and even though I lost you allowed me my prize anyway. I insist that you name what it is you want of me.” Erestor had said innocently, not realising what it was his words could imply. When Glorfindel was still yet to speak Erestor stepped closer and probed further.

“What would you ask of me Glorfindel? Name it and you shall have it.”
“A…a kiss?” Glorfindel had asked ending in a high note with a humourless and obviously nervous laugh, accompanied by a shrug.

“A kiss?” Erestor had asked surprised, he smiled however when Glorfindel had immediately blushed and averted his eyes, still fiddling with the bristles of his paint brush.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t of asked that…” Glorfindel had started to turn away with an embarrassed smile, however he paused when Erestor touched the blonds arm and pulled him back to stand before him.

“You would ask for a kiss from me?”

Glorfindel, the always confident and outspoken suddenly became very bashful, making Erestor snicker.

“You would then?” Asked Erestor again.
“Would that be alright?” The blond has asked in a hushed voice.
“Well, that would depend upon the kiss, I mean what type of kiss are you asking for?” Erestor smiled and took the lead when Glorfindel looked hesitant to tell him.

“Would this suffice?” Erestor tilted his head and playfully kissed the tip of Glorfindel’s nose, making the blond giggle.

“Or perhaps…” Erestor this time tilted his head to the side to press a loving kiss to a soft cheek.

“Or maybe…” Slowly and gently Erestor brushed his lips in a chaste and tender kiss against Glorfindel’s. When he pulled back he smiled as Glorfindel slowly opened his eyes to look at him.

“No? Perhaps this?” Erestor asked, knowing Glorfindel was for the moment unable to answer. He again pressed his lips to Glorfindel’s, but this time adding more pressure. He opened and closed his mouth against Glorfindel’s in a slow and lazy kiss. He grinned when Glorfindel sighed after his soft lips were released.

“Is that payment enough for my painting? Was that to your liking? Or did you have something else in mind? Perhaps a little like this?” Erestor closed the short distance between them and pressed his lips to those of Glorfindel’s. After a moment Erestor stealthily slipped his tongue between their lips to glide against Glorfindel’s. Slowly he slid his hands up the warriors chest, one wrapped around the blonds neck whilst the other cupped Glorfindel’s chin and neck. Erestor broke the kiss for a moment to change the angle, moaning instantly as Glorfindel delved into Erestor’s mouth the moment their lips touched again. He sighed into the kiss as Glorfindel pulled him close, pressing the advisors body against his own. The kiss drew deep and passionate, eventually both pulled away gasping for air.

“Like that?” Asked Erestor
“That one! Defiantly the last one!” Glorfindel panted and moved in for a second mind blowing, knee trembling kiss. He frowned however when Erestor pulled away.

“Do not be absurd I am the lord chief advisor, it would be improper!”
Glorfindel had looked stunned and disappointed beyond belief for a few moments before he noted the grin that slowly spread across Erestor’s face. He took Erestor’s chin gently in hand and growled with a playful smile.

“Not funny.” His smile again contradicting his words before he reclaimed Erestor’s lips in a deep kiss which soon turned frenzied.

Hands began to wonder, Erestor ran his hands over a broad a muscular back as Glorfindel finally found a way beneath the shirt that drowned the councillor so that he could trail his hands up the more slender and bare back. The warrior began to pant into the kiss, his pulse racing as he felt Erestor begin to pull at the toggle like clasps of his painting shirt. At the same time he let his hands wonder and gently squeeze the smooth pert behind he had been admiring only a few days ago, drawing a whimper from Erestor. Oh he liked that, his groin tightening at the sound.

Erestor grew frustrated realising that the toggles only tied halfway down the shirt, it was a shirt that needed pulling over his head, meaning he would have to release the perfect lips kissing him. He satisfied himself for a short while leaving Glorfindel’s mouth to kiss the exposed skin of the blonds neck and part of his chest. He at the same time let his hands find away beneath the paint stained shirt to rub the hard muscles of Glorfindel’s chest, he rubbed his hands over and over the warriors pectoral muscles, he had never felt any that were so hard or well muscled. He had at this point returned to Glorfindel’s mouth, whilst continuing to rub and squeeze the warriors pectorals.

“Off.” Erestor had panted, trying to pull the shirt up and over the warriors head. Glorfindel helped him eventually, tearing his lips away from Erestor’s for a moments to sling the shirt away before returning to the swollen sweet pink temptations that were his lips.

Erestor immediately moaned dipping his head to suck on one nipple and then the other as he felt hands dip under his leggings to clutch almost painfully at his behind. He again reached for Glorfindel’s lips and was eagerly kissed as he returned to rubbing and squeezing hard pectorals, occasionally rubbing his thumbs over hard nipples. He gasped and pulled away slightly in surprise when he felt fingers slip between his cleft and rub across his entrance. Glorfindel leaned forward and touched his brow to Erestor’s, both still panting as Glorfindel continued to rub against the small tight ring. Darkened blue eyes stared into dark brown as he continued to rub between the cleft, he continued this way until he felt and saw Erestor nod his head yes.

He withdrew his hands and without any effort picked Erestor up by the hips and made for the dark elf to wrap his legs around his waist. He fell to his knees carefully and gently lowered Erestor until he was laying upon the floor. He pulled Erestor briefly into a sitting position so as to rid him of the large silky shirt, once divested of the garment he pushed Erestor back so that he was again laying on the floor. Glorfindel again took fierce possession of the advisors battered lips whilst blindly pulling off Erestor’s leggings. Once he had a naked, very excited Erestor beneath him Glorfindel leaned up on his heels for a moment as he impatiently ripped at his own laces to his breeches. Once he was finally free of his leggings he was about to lean down over Erestor again but was taken by surprise when Erestor sat up and pushed him down onto his back.

They had rolled about on the floor with heat rising between them as naked flesh met flesh. They had even managed to knock over the small table that held Glorfindel’s paints atop of it, spilling paint across the floor as they unknowingly rolled in it.

When Glorfindel finally gained dominance he had pinned Erestor down and began to kiss his way down the beautiful creamy body. When he had reached the advisors eager length he lapped at the head curiously a few times before Erestor sat up and took him by the shoulders bringing them face to face.

“No foreplay! Take me now!” He demanded with such need that only spurred Glorfindel on.

Glorfindel looked about the room for a moment as something dawned on him.
“I have nothing! To ease the way…”

Erestor had simply dipped his hand into the paint they lay in and let it drip from his fingers as if in explanation.

“The paint?!”
“I don’t care what you use as long as it works!”

So it was that Glorfindel used the paint that streaked across his once clean floor to prepare his way, it was whilst he was preparing Erestor who was writhing and crying out at this point that he began to giggle.

“This brings a whole new meaning to the phrase finger painting wouldn’t you say?”

Despite the ecstasy that Erestor was in he had to laugh, he laughter ceased however and was replaced with a shameless whimper when the fingers left his body. His aggravation was soon abated however when he saw Glorfindel coat his cock in blue paint, he found the sight both amusing and highly arousing at the same time.

He laid back down flat on his back as Glorfindel came to settle above him, raising the councillors legs either side of him. With one sharp thrust Glorfindel was sheathed, both simultaneously crying out at the sensation. There coupling was brief, to desperate was their need to find completion.

Glorfindel would pull out slowly before thrusting back in sharply, making the one beneath him near scream. Gradually they began to rock in a steady rhythm, that rhythm becoming faster and faster. Unaware of it at the time but around them the different colours of paint on the floor began to mix and bleed into each other. Something they would of found an ironic and messy metaphor for their coupling had they noticed.

Not unexpectedly they soon found completion, Erestor arching beneath Glorfindel coming in jets across his stomach whilst clenching around the cock inside of him in reflex. Causing Glorfindel to come inside of him with an animalistic cry, Glorfindel collapsed atop of Erestor as their seed mingled the paint they lay in.

The two elves panted heavily, when finally he had the energy Glorfindel gently pulled out of Erestor and looked down upon his new lover with such joy, but his look of pure happiness soon dissolved at seeing the frown on Erestor’s features.

“I don’t know how to break this to you Glorfindel…” Erestor had started whilst Glorfindel slowly closed his eyes. ‘He’s breaking this off, already. ‘ the warrior had thought to himself.

“Just say it Erestor.” Glorfindel had said in a hushed tone, unable to move as he leaned above Erestor with his eyes still closed. There was a long pause before Erestor spoke next.

“…Your hair is blue.” Erestor had said with a giggle. Glorfindel’s eyes had opened and he looked down confused to a very amused Erestor. Erestor simply took some of the once golden strands in his hand and showed Glorfindel what it was he meant.

“Valar my hair is blue!”
Erestor seemingly burst into laughter at this.
“What did you think I was going to say?”
“I don’t know, that…you thought this was a mistake?”
“I just had the most amazing sex of my life, I wouldn’t call that a mistake Glorfindel.” Erestor had said with a satisfied smirk.
“Sex?” Glorfindel had asked quietly.
“Hmm?”
“This was just sex?” The blond had asked disappointedly.
“What do you mean? what would you call it?” Erestor asked as he sat up so that they were both facing each other. Glorfindel seemed to grow almost shy which seemed absurd after what they had just done. Glorfindel shrugged before he answered nervously.

“Making love?” He offered quietly. Erestor’s face immediately softened and he moved closer, tipping Glorfindel’s chin so as to make eye contact.

“Do you want us to be lovers Glorfindel? Because…I would dearly like that.”
“Aye, I want us to be lovers Erestor.” The warrior had smiled brilliantly before kissing Erestor so very sweetly.
“Of course you do know this means you can no longer glue things down to my desk!” Erestor had chastised playfully, smiling at his new lover.
“Come, we need a bath, for it is not only your hair that is stained blue.” Erestor had said with a smirk. He watched as Glorfindel had looked down with alarm to his now flaccid sex, and had laughed aloud hearing Glorfindel curse when seeing that it was blue.

“Come…” Erestor said as he stood and offered Glorfindel a hand, he looked to Glorfindel however when he heard the blond hiss slightly.

“Oh Glorfindel your injuries! Please forgive me! I had completely forgotten, I never would of…”
“Erestor its alright really, I am actually almost completely healed, in fact I believe I have a confession to make…” Glorfindel had then told Erestor of why he wasn’t really injured, and that it had all been a jest to get Erestor to pose for him. He bit his lip in worry of Erestor’s reaction.

“Were you not now my lover you would be experiencing a most severe tongue lashing right now! Although you are my lover, so I will leave to your own devises to make it up to me.” Erestor had said seductively, not really able to find it in his heart to be angry, after all they would not be together now had it not been for Glorfindel’s crude plan.

Erestor took Glorfindel’s hand in his own and lead them both into the bathing chambers, making quite the picture, two naked elves completely smeared with paint. Although Erestor was secretly hoping that whilst trying to gently ‘clean’ his lover that he would get Glorfindel riled up again to make love. He knew that he would be, for his behind was as blue as Glorfindel’s hair after all.

Once in the bathing chambers he watched with a loving smile as Glorfindel leaned over the bath tub, filling it with scented oils. It was then that he caught his reflection in the mirror, and he for the first time saw what it was that Glorfindel must see. He looked like his painting, save for the paint smeared across his body he looked like the smiling elf in the painting.

“So that is what he sees.” He muttered quietly to himself.
“Did you say something Erestor?” Glorfindel asked as he came up behind the advisor, pulling him into a sweet embrace.

“Nay, is the water ready?”
“Aye, come.”

They both settled into the water and set about the task of cleaning one another. Had anyone been listening then they would of heard giggles, then giggles that had turned into soft sighs, and then soft sighs that had become cries of passion. All before the giggling would resume.

The end.