Bedding Santa Claus

Title: Bedding Santa Clause
Author: Fishy (fishyz9@yahoo.com)
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Notes: Un-beta’d, slash (M/M) Silly.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: Glorfindel is roped into dressing as Santa for the twins.


Bedding Santa Claus.


“So, why again are you doing this?” Erestor tried his hardest to suppress the smug smile but was failing miserably, much to Glorfindel’s chagrin. A note had been left upon his desk earlier that afternoon from Glorfindel, wishing for him to come to the warriors chambers in the early eve. With caution, trepidation, and a hint of excitement he had done as he was bid.

“Because ever since the twins read that damn book they found in the back of the library they have been ranting and raving about this damn human tradition. We have the tree, and decorations and gifts. All that is missing is this oddly dressed fellow.” Glorfindel answered, ignoring the superior grin on those luscious lips as he continued to done his costume.

“What’s his name again?”
“Santa Clause.”
“Hmm, and this is his usual garb?” Erestor tilted his head and raised a brow as he watched Glorfindel adjust the pillow tied around his waist. He had never in all his years seen such a site. Glorfindel wore dark boots, (that in itself was not at all strange). Followed by bright red leggings, (where he found clothing that colour he’ll never know). A pillow tied around his waist which he assumed was to be the fictional characters gut, and a red tunic the same offensive colour as the bottoms. All this was finished off with white fluffy trimming and the strangest hat he had ever seen. It was red, again with white trimming and also had a fluffy white ball on the end.

“Yes, this is precisely what the picture looked like. He is an over weight gentleman with odd dress sense that hands out gifts to good little boys and girls. Could you pass me my sack?”

Erestor turned to pick up the rather heavy sack full of gifts with a struggle, when he turned back towards Glorfindel however the sack slid from his hands to the floor. He stood stock still staring at the once robust handsome elf turned dumpy aged human in shock.

“What is that?!”
“What this? This is my beard.” The blond replied casually as he adjusted the fluffy white mass on his face.

“Your…your beard?” This was all Erestor could take and he soon dissolved into a fit of chuckles, leaving a very unimpressed Santa clause before him.

“You find this funny?”
“Extremely.” Erestor giggled as he pulled the beard on its elastic band and let it ping back to the warriors face.

“Stop that!” Glorfindel again re-adjusted his beard and grunted in annoyance. “I don’t know how Cirdan put up with this, its so itchy!”

“You are quite a sight Glorfindel.” Erestor chuckled as he crossed his arms before him.

“In any other circumstance I would take that as a compliment.”
“So how exactly did you get roped into this?”
“Well, as I said the twins would not stop ranting until the house was ‘Christmassy’. But it appears that they expect ‘Santa’ to visit them also. Now Elrond can not do this because…well he came up with what seemed a plausible reason at the time, and managed to guilt me into it.”
“Aye, I can just imagine. He is rather good that.”

“Well how do I look?”
“Like an elderly out of shape human who has lost his mind.”
“Excellent!”
“And why exactly is it that you asked me here this eve?” The advisor asked distractedly, trying to sound casual and not at all hopeful as he tucked his dark hair behind one ear before bending to again lift the heavy sack.
“To uh, get your opinion of course. And I wish for you to distract the twins so that I can surprise them.”
“Oh, very well.”

Glorfindel watched curiously and with a fond smile as Erestor battled with the sack that could easily outweigh the slight advisor. He was not sure if he was miss reading or if Erestor had sounded a little disappointed at his answer.

“Here let me take that.” Glorfindel chuckled as he took the sack easily with one hand and slung it over his shoulder. And laughed as Erestor squared his shoulders trying to reaffirm his masculinity.

“So are you ready…Santa?”
“Indeed.”

~~~~

Glorfindel watched just outside the door frame as Erestor distracted the twins. The two elfling’s had been sent to bed an hour before they had arrived. Now he stood waiting to make his entrance with Elrond and Celebrian standing by his side watching with smiles upon their faces.

“Tell me again why I am doing this for your children and not you yourself Elrond?”
“Well, there were a couple of factors, some of them being that they will recognise me instantly and being the lord of this manner I have an image to uphold. But the main one being that there was no way I was getting into that costume when I could get you to do it.”
“Oh I will get you for this…..”

*in the room*

“Hello boys, I did not disturb your slumber did I?”
“Erestor!” They cried in unison.
“No you didn’t disturb us, we can’t sleep we are to excited!” Elladan cried breathlessly as he jumped from his bed and into Erestor’s arms. Erestor caught him with an ‘Umph’ and was nearly knocked over a second later as Elrohir repeated his brothers actions.

“I can see that.” Erestor chuckled as he sat on the end of the bed, an elfling in each arm. “Well I am glad you are awake for there is someone here to see you.”

“He’s here Ro he’s here!” Elladan bellowed.
“Indeed I am little ones! Merry Christmas!” Glorfindel at that moment stepped into the room, one hand upon his waist and the other clutching the large sack. Elladan leapt from Erestor’s lap to wrap his arms around Glorfindel’s legs excitedly. Where as Elrohir shrank back against Erestor, his thumb slowly inching towards his mouth. Something he usually only did when nervous or scared.

Glorfindel laughed merrily and picked Elladan up off of the floor and settled him upon his knee as he sat next to Erestor on the end of the bed.

“And what is your name?” Glorfindel asked in a ridiculous deep supposed ‘Santa Claus’ voice.
“My name is Elladan! And you are Santa Claus!”

Erestor smiled as Glorfindel merrily chatted to Elladan, but looked down to the elfling in his lap as Elrohir burrowed deeper into his robes. Occasionally glancing at the stranger his brother sat upon.

“So have you been a good little elf Elladan?”
“I have! I have….mostly.”

Glorfindel had to chuckle at the understatement. “Then I think that you must receive a gift.” Reaching into his sack Glorfindel pulled out a neatly wrapped gift and handed it to Elladan who bounced on his lap in excitement. Elladan wasted no time and ripped the coloured paper from the small gift and squealed with delight at the small wooden horse that was unveiled.

“Thank you Santa!”
“Your welcome. Now hop along so that I can meet your brother.”
Elladan gave Glorfindel a kiss upon the cheek, giggling momentarily as the beard tickled him before jumping off, again giggling as Glorfindel patted his behind and went to stand in front of Erestor to show Elrohir his gift.

“Look Ro! Look at what Santa gave me! Its your turn now!”

Elrohir slowly pulled his thumb from his mouth but buried his face back into Erestor’s robes as Glorfindel leaned forward to look at him.

“Elrohir? You have nothing to fear I assure you.” Erestor chuckled.
“Yes come on Ro he’s very nice and you’ll get a present!” Not giving his brother a chance to argue he pulled Elrohir to his feet and towards Glorfindel. Elrohir whimpered quietly and simply stood behind his brother, his thumb again inserted in his mouth.

“Will you not sit on my lap young one?” Asked Glorfindel in his sweetest voice possible. To which Elrohir shook his head furiously while continuing to hide behind his brother.

“He will not hurt you Elrohir, he is a nice man.” Erestor gently patted Glorfindel’s shoulder as if in proof.

“What if Erestor sits on Santa’s lap Ro?” Asked Elladan innocently.
“What?!” There was no way Erestor could sit on Glorfindel’s lap.
“Ok.” Came the quiet reply from Elrohir.

Before he could object Glorfindel in one swoop picked Erestor up and placed him upon his lap.

“What are you..” Erestor stopped however when he heard Elrohir giggle. Looking over at the young shy elfling who was no longer hiding behind his brother and was actually smiling. With a sigh Erestor turned back with a fierce blush to Glorfindel, who he knew had to be smiling behind that beard.

“And what is your name?” Glorfindel asked chuckling, tightening his grip around the slim waist. He could not believe his luck, never had he thought that he would ever of had Erestor in this position.

“Erestor.” Was answered through clenched teeth. Both grown elves looked over to the doorway when they heard chuckles coming from that direction. They could not see them but knew Elrond and Celebrian stood there laughing.

“And have you been a good little boy Erestor?”
“No.” Erestor replied defiantly.
“Yes he has! Erestor you deserve a gift!” Elrohir his little champion piped up.
“Well if he says he’s been bad I can not give him a toy, but I do not think he wants a toy anyway.”
“Well Erestor has to have something!” Elrohir folded his arms across his small chest and glared at Glorfindel.
“Give him a kiss!” Elladan blurted out, giggling as he did.
“Now that I can do.” Glorfindel brought Erestor’s lips down against his own, muffling the surprised cry that spilled from the soft luscious lips.

Both elfling’s squealed and giggled at seeing Erestor being kissed by Santa Claus. The twins looked to the hallway when hearing their parents burst into laughter.

Seeing that the twins had ran to their parents, Glorfindel took advantage now that no eyes were upon him and Erestor to pull his beard down below his chin. Once he had he brought Erestor back down for a kiss, smiling into the kiss when all resistance fled Erestor as the advisor sighed softly and joined the kiss. Erestor pulled away however sensing that the others were joining them, or perhaps it was hearing Elrond clear his throat. Quickly Glorfindel again donned his beard as the twins came back into the room followed by their parents.

“Santa kissed Erestor ada!” Elrohir giggled, Erestor’s blush intensified tenfold.

“Will you now sit upon his lap Elrohir?” Erestor asked whilst willing his blush to disappear, not an easy thing as the arms around his middle tightened.
“Yes.” Was the quiet and still shy reply.

Erestor stood but jumped slightly feeling Glorfindel pat his behind, turning back he glared at Glorfindel half heartedly before moving out of the way for Elrohir to climb up.

“And so have you been a good little boy….”

~~~~

The twins were now in bed soundly asleep. The four grown elves sat in an intimate sitting area and had been sharing a glass of wine whilst speaking fondly of the twins and laughing at Glorfindel’s outfit. The warrior sat with his tunic open now that he had removed the pillow and with his fake beard hanging around his neck.

“Well, my wife and I shall retire now I think.” Elrond stated looking to his wife whom nodded in reply.

“We bid you a good eve.” She said with a nod before they both set off for their rooms. Leaving Erestor and Glorfindel in the room sitting across from each other in awkward silence.

“Well I…I think the twins delight was worth dressing as a fool.” Glorfindel remarked, trying to make conversation.
“Yes, though I think you may of scared Elrohir at first he soon warmed up to you.” He chuckled.
“Only because you…well.”
“Hmm.”

Glorfindel looked about the room as if in search of a subject to talk about but stopped when he gazed upon his sack.

“There is one left in here.”
“There’s a gift left?”
“Aye.” Glorfindel laughed gently.
“What is it?” Erestor left his seat to sit beside Glorfindel as the blond studied the small wrapped gift.
“I do not recall, here, you never did get a gift.” Glorfindel handed the small gift to Erestor and watched with a smile as the advisor turned the package over in his hands.

“At least I need not sit in your lap this time.” Erestor joked.
“….you, you can if you want.” Glorfindel said with a nervous shrug and a false laugh.

Erestor looked at Glorfindel uncertainly, when the warrior looked away, clearly feeing embarrassed at what he had said. Erestor felt a sly smile cross his face. Without saying a word Erestor did the bravest thing he had ever done in his entire safe little life. He sat upon Glorfindel’s lap.

Glorfindel looked at him in brief shock, eventually a slow smile spread upon face as brought his hands up around the advisors waist and slouched slightly in the chair so that Erestor was completely leaning on him. Glorfindel knew that his eyes had darkened with desire, just as his groin had tightened. But to his eternal delight Erestor was not offended of disgusted by this, in fact the advisor simply made himself comfortable against the bare chest, shifting deliciously on the blonds lap.

“I wonder what this is?”
Glorfindel bit his lip, Erestor’s voice had taken on a sultry inviting and almost erotic tone to it.

“Open it.”

Erestor opened the small gift and grinned at the gift he was left with.
“Bubbles”

It was a small child’s toy, naturally. Erestor unscrewed the lid and dipped the stick with round a head into the small bottle, when he brought it out again he brought it to Glorfindel’s lips.
“Blow.” He said, with every insinuation possible.

Glorfindel licked his lips before blowing into the small circle, a dripping bubble floated into the air and they both giggled. Erestor looked back to Glorfindel when he heard the warrior suck in his breath. Some of the clear soapy liquid had dripped onto the warriors bare chest and they were both watching as it slowly trailed down to his navel.

Glorfindel gasped when Erestor ran a finger from where the drip had travelled to his navel up to his chest, wiping it away. His breath was coming faster as Erestor looked down at him with what seemed even darker eyes whilst biting a perfect ruby lip.

Then they were upon each other, Erestor lunged for Glorfindel’s mouth and Glorfindel participated most willingly. Their kiss was hungry and quick, as if years and years of repressed desire and pent up lust was being satisfied in that moment.

With a growl Glorfindel managed to lower Erestor effortlessly to the floor and lay atop of him. They parted lips for moments only as Glorfindel struggled to shrug of his tunic, even as Erestor pushed down his leggings.

As soon as Glorfindel was naked he again lunged for the advisors swollen lips as he very almost tore the dark robe from his slender form. Glorfindel moaned as creamy white flesh, the softest he had ever felt was unveiled to him. He tasted and explored, enjoying the feel of Erestor, this dark beauty writhing beneath him. He was brought back to his senses though as Erestor took one of his hands and pushed something into it. Looking back at his hand he snorted seeing the small bottle of bubble mixture, taking the hint the coated his fingers and made quick but thorough work of preparing Erestor. He moaned at the tight feel around his fingers, relieved when he was finally coating his own arousal, knowing he would be buried within that tight heat.

“You’re sure?” He rasped out as he held himself at Erestor’s entrance.

In answer Erestor brought his head down for a fierce kiss. Soon Glorfindel was thrusting wildly into an almost incoherent Erestor. He had never had it this good, there was such heat and passion between them that their coupling was short lived, but immensely satisfying. When both spent Glorfindel collapsed atop of Erestor, breathing heavily and deeply. Still not quite able to comprehend what had just happened.

“That was…” The warrior began.
“I know, it was…Mmm, it was good.” Erestor said with a lazy smile as he closed his eyes contently.

“I can’t believe we finally, I mean all these years…you have felt the tension to yes?”
“Aye.”
“I’ve never felt such sexual tension with anyone else, I sincerely hope you wish to repeat these activities some time soon in the future?”

Erestor giggled. “I’m just waiting for you to get your breath back.”

Glorfindel again assumed his predatory position above the advisor. “Believe me when I say I am not finished with you Erestor, not by far.”
“I am so very glad to hear it, may I suggest a more private location, and possibly a bed though?”
“Aye come, to my rooms.”

Glorfindel pulled Erestor up from the floor, they helped each other dress quickly and were soon again engaged in another heated kiss. Regretfully Glorfindel pulled away as hands began to stray and grope.
“May I suggest we make haste? Less I take you again where you stand.” He growled as he nipped at the soft flesh of the advisors neck. Erestor nodded his agreement, Glorfindel picked up his discarded beard for a moment but then set it back down, deciding he neither needed or wanted it.

“No no, keep it.” Erestor said sultrily and with a cheeky grin. Glorfindel laughed and let it hang back around his neck.
“You really have been a naughty elf this year haven’t you?”
“Why do we not retire and you can see for yourself.”
Needing to have Erestor naked and screaming his name consumed his every thought and action at that moment and he speedily dragged Erestor away to his rooms.

Soon they were walking through the empty halls in a hurried manner, hand in hand, both looking dishevelled and wearing childish grins upon their faces. When hearing Erestor chuckle quietly Glorfindel looked to him in question.

“What is it?” He laughed. It took a while for the advisor to answer, for every time he attempted more giggles would emit.

“I…I can’t believe I bedded Santa Clause.” Giggles now transformed into hearty laughter. Glorfindel chuckled along

“Aye, and I one of his elves.”

The end.