Spin the bottle.

Title: Spin the bottle.
Author: Fishy (fishyz9@yahoo.com)
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel.
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: A couple of elves play a very non- Middle Earth game of spin the bottle.
Warning: Un-beta’d, AU, Slash, utter silliness.


Spin the bottle.

“Have you put something in my drink?” Erestor accused as he glared at the twins who sat opposite him in the private and rather cosy sitting room.

“Would we do that?” Elladan asked, not even attempting to sound innocent.

“You little brats,” he muttered. His three drinking companions laughed, as he none-the-less continued to sip at his drink .

Every now and then he would spend an evening with his closest companions; simply sharing a glass of wine or two; forgetting the troubles of the outside world for a few hours, and simply enjoying the friendly company. That company would usually include himself, Glorfindel; who had been staring at him the entire evening over the rim of his glass. The twins, who were never ones to pass up a glass of wine and good company, and occasionally a few others. Though this evening it was just the four of them, he had been suspicious of them for some time now, catching their quick glances and small knowing smiles. Now he knew what it was they had been smirking at, for they sat sturdily, sober and steady. Where as he felt down right drunk.

“Well if we had not, you would not of agreed to play with us.” Elrohir replied wickedly.

“Play what?” Erestor slurred.

“Spin the bottle!” The twins chimed together happily.

Erestor rolled his eyes, he grinned as the twins emptied the rest of the wine bottle into his glass and then sat on the rug by the fire, placing the bottle in the middle of the rug, waiting for himself and Glorfindel to join them.

“You can not be serious, I have not played this futile game since….well, come to think of it, I have never wasted my time with such trivial things.”

“Which is precisely why you will do so now!” Elrohir declared. “Glorfindel help him up.”

Erestor watched with a small degree of amusement as Glorfindel stood from his chair, blushing ever so slightly as he offered him his hand. It had always perplexed him how Glorfindel, so outgoing and open with others, had always acted less so towards himself. With a drunken shrug he took the hand offered to him, wobbling slightly as he stood. He cleared his throats and mumbled something a kin to a thank you as the warrior rested his large hand at his slim waist to steady him.

When seated on a small circle on the rug he looked to his companions expectantly. “So what exactly are the rules to this game?”

“Well, every time the bottle points towards you, you must remove an item of clothing….” Elrohir held up his hand to silence Erestor who was about to bark at the idea of stripping before them, and quickly continued. “If it falls on you more than once, and you do not wish to take off any more clothes, than you must spin the bottle, and whom ever it lands on, you will give a little kiss.” Elrohir shrugged and waved his hand, as if hoping to convince the advisor is were nothing at all. Fortunately for him, Erestor felt to drunk to complain, and simply shrugged, besides, there were four of them playing, it should not point to him to often.

Then they had spun the bottle, and just as it was about to come to a slow halt, Elrohir had in some way, managed to distract Erestor so as he did not see who the bottle had originally pointed at.

“Hmm?” Erestor looked up to Elrohir hearing his name called.

“Oh nothing, oh look Erestor, it is pointing to you!” Elrohir had declared in apparent surprise. Elladan had chuckled and simply winked at Glorfindel.

“Oh, so it is, so I must remove an item of clothing then?”

“Indeed!” The twins chimed together.

“Fine, my boots,” with little finesse he pulled off his boots; nearly tumbling onto his side as he did. The twins had groaned, that had not been what they had wanted.

“Glorfindel, you spin!” Elladan commanded. And again, Erestor had deviously been distracted, and when looking back at the empty wine bottle, it was suspiciously, again pointing towards his very own person.

With a sigh he began to unclasp his robe, he missed the twins chuckles, and the deep longing look in Glorfindel’s eyes as he shrugged the dark fabric from his shoulders; leaving him in a white sleeveless vest, and black leggings.

“I will spin the bottle this time!” Erestor declared loudly. Clumsily he leaned forwards and spun the bottle, this time determined not to be distracted, and mentally blaming the wine for his lack of grace. It was with a delighted clap of the hands that he smiled at Glorfindel when the bottle pointed in the blond’s direction. He was oblivious to the twins who chuckled at his silly behaviour, and smiled at the again blushing warrior.

With a shrug Glorfindel had pulled his tunic over his head, and placed it aside; sitting cross legged on the rug, resisting the urge to cross his arms before him. He smiled however when he glanced in the advisor’s direction and caught his staring unabashedly.

“My turn!” Elrohir reached for the bottle and gave it a spin, grinning happily when it landed on Erestor, without any need to cheat. “Take something off Erestor, the vest or the leggings.”

“Go for the leggings.” Elladan whispered, chuckling as Elrohir elbowed him in the side.

With a sigh, and a few more stolen glances at Glorfindel’s rippling golden chest, he pulled his vest over his head. He turned with an adorable pout when he heard the twins giggling.

“Oh shut up,” he grumbled playfully, crossing his arms in front of him. “’tis not fare that I sit opposite a shirtless Glorfindel!”

“And why is that?” Glorfindel asked quietly with a gentle smile.

“Well look at you! All…muscular and tanned and…Valar just look at you…” he trailed off as he gazed admiringly at the warrior; blushing however when hearing one of the twins clear his throat. “And look at me! I look….like an elf barely past his majority!” He laughed, had he looked he would of seen Glorfindel smiling lovingly at him.

“Perhaps we differ in physique, but I am sure that were we to compare minds, it would be I who fell short,” he replied sweetly. Erestor smiled at the warrior appreciatively, suddenly wishing the twins were not there. However they were, for it was Elladan who spun the bottle next.

Now he knew he drunk but he was not so drunk as to not notice Elrohir stick out his foot and knock the bottle, so that it came to pause in front of himself, yet again. Though, he did not feel up to complaining, he also did not feel much like stripping naked.

“I am not removing my leggings!” he replied indignantly.

“Then you must spin the bottle and whoever it lands on you must kiss.” Elladan’s grin was that of pure evil, oh they were enjoying this.

Biting his lip he reached forwards and span the bottle once more, staying in the leaning position as he watched it turn.

Elrohir shot Glorfindel an apologetic glance as it landed pointing at his feet, the blond simply smiled blandly and looked away sadly.

“And so now I must kiss you, yes?”

“That is right.” Elrohir grinned at his old tutor and beckoned his over with the crook of his finger, feeling guilty as he noticed Glorfindel slouch his shoulders and sigh sadly.

Elrohir’s eyes went wide, and Glorfindel quickly looked away; unable to watch as Erestor leaned forwards seductively, letting his lips hover just above Elrohir’s, only to kiss him on the tip of his nose. The twins had both laughed aloud at the councilor’s silliness, and Glorfindel had even smiled and sighed in relief.

“Who’s turn is it now?” Erestor asked.

“Mine, I believe.” Glorfindel reached forwards, and span the bottle, only to curse a moment later as it stopped, pointing at his own feet.

“Strip or kiss Glorfindel.” Elladan chuckled.

“A kiss, I think.” He chuckled, and reached out to spin the bottle again, glancing briefly towards Erestor first. Everyone in the small circle held their breath as the bottle came to a slow halt. Again it was obvious to all, but went ignored as the twins edged out of the bottles way, so as to be pointing in Erestor’s direction.

Glorfindel had shrugged his shoulder and smiled somewhat nervously at the advisor. Erestor grinned and leaned forwards, meeting the warrior half way in the small circle. Gently their lips met, a soft chaste touch. Though Erestor smiled as Glorfindel pushed forwards to prolong the kiss as he pulled away, and found the small sigh that left the warrior’s lips when they parted more than endearing. He was beginning to think that there was more to Glorfindel’s quiet nature, when it came to being in his presence, than possible intimidation.

“Oh, I just remembered, I need to go…do something, I will return shortly.” Elrohir began lamely, giving his brother a pointed look.

“Actually, I believe I will assist you, why do you two not keep the game going? We will be back shortly.” Not leaving any room for discussion both young elves quickly stood and left the room; leaving Glorfindel and Erestor alone, with an empty bottle of wine.

“Shall we?” Glorfindel asked with a nervous shrug.

Erestor simply knelt forwards and span the bottle.

“What do you know!” he exclaimed in jest as the bottle pointed to Glorfindel. “Would you like to remove those leggings, or spin again?” Erestor asked huskily.

Blindly Glorfindel reached for the bottle and span it, not even waiting for it to stop, as he reached forwards and pressed his lips against Erestor’s. Erestor welcomed the kiss, and even parted his lips to deepen the contact.

With a wicked grin he pulled away, though only for a moment, as he boldly sat himself upon the warrior’s lap and reclaimed his luscious lips; sighing as the warriors hands began to explore his body, and held him close.

“I would be willing to forgo the next kiss to rid you of those leggings.” He whispered into the blond’s ear. Glorfindel chuckled and gently eased Erestor off of his lap, and proceeded to slowly peel off his leggings whilst biting his lip.

The game forgotten, Erestor hastily stripped until they were equally bare. They stared at each other for a moment, deep longing and want written across their features. And then the damn finally burst, they lunged for one another, kissing ferociously in desperate need, and rolling around on the floor.

Outside the room, two very pleased young elf Lords patted each other on the back as they listened to the soft sighs and moans coming from within the private chamber.

“I am so glad we decided to slip a little something into his drink.”

“Aye, Glorfindel never would have been able to approach him otherwise. Is it not odd, how Glorfindel, most brave and fearless of all, was to nervous to approach our dear petite and most lovely advisor by himself?”

“Indeed.” Elladan replied with a smirk.

“What? What is it you are not telling me?” Elrohir quirked his brow, knowing that menacing smirk his brother wore well.

“You know that little something I slipped into his drink?”

“Aye..”

“’Tis nothing more than the mildest of herbs, the only effect it could possibly have on Erestor is slight light headedness; and the appearance of being intoxicated.”

“You mean…”

“Erestor may of felt woozy to begin with, but he is no drunker than you or I. That is him acting upon his own desires in there, not a drug.” Elladan chuckled.

“You my brother, are an evil genius.”

“Aye, luckily for the both of us I am. I swear, if I had to watch them sulk much longer, I would of had to result to violence.”

It was then that they heard a particularly loud ‘Ai gods Glorfindel! Yes!’

Chuckling to themselves they decided that perhaps then would be a good time to afford their old tutors and friends some privacy. They made their way to their own chambers; an arm loosely hanging around each others waists as they shook their head and chuckled.

“Stubborn old fools.”

End.