Getting Glorfindel up.

Title: Getting Glorfindel up.
Author: Fishy (fishyz9@yahoo.com)
Beta: Not for this one, be warned.
Pairing: Glorfindel/Erestor.
Rating: R.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Erestor gets Glorfindel up.


Getting Glorfindel up.

“Glorfindel,” Erestor chimed quietly, leaning above his lover who lay snuggled deep within the sheets of their bed. “Time to wake, Glorfindel.” He tried again, stroking a single finger against Glorfindel’s sleep flushed cheek.

Eyes still blurry with reverie, Glorfindel mumbled something unintelligible, and turned to face away, so only a tuft of his golden hair peeked from beneath the sheets. Grinning, Erestor peeled back the quilt from over his golden head, and chuckled softly as Glorfindel whined and squinted his eyes closed, burrowing beneath his pillow.

“Now come on, it’s time to wake.”

Receiving nothing but a negative grunt in reply, he heaved a heavy sigh, and rolled his eyes to the heavens, chuckling to himself. “Fine,” he said, and then in one swift movement, peeled the quilt from the bed, and deposited it upon the floor. “Get - up.”

He smirked as the desirable naked form upon the bed growled from beneath his pillow. Standing with hands on hips, he tried a firmer tone, “Glorfindel, get up, now.”

“No,” came the muffled reply from the pillow.

“Yes.” He replied, tapping his foot for emphasis.

“Day off,” came the pitiful whimper.

Laughing softly, Erestor took pity and climbed upon the bed. He stroked his hand through the weary warrior’s tussled hair, and up and down the muscular back soothingly.

“I know you only came home last night,” he began understandingly “and that you are still tired, but Elrond needs you to report back to him this morn. Now come on, up you get,” he said softly, with a playfully gentle slap to one shapely rear cheek.

As he pulled away, however, the hand that had delivered the loving blow, was caught by the wrist. He groaned in mixture of amusement and lingering arousal, as it’s palm was pressed against that smooth cheek in a bold caress.

“Do not think to distract me so, I can not be bought.” But even as he spoke, his treacherous hand squeezed and rubbed the soft mound beneath. And it was with a stubborn grunt that it was then pushed away.

“Five more minutes,” the warrior mumbled, coming out from his hiding place, and hugging the pillow to his body as if were Erestor himself.

“Honestly, you are a child.”

Eyes still closed, but lips smiling, Glorfindel’s only reply was to dart his tongue out at the advisor.

“Oh, mature.” Erestor laughed softly.

“Tell him, tell him….” Glorfindel began, lifting his head from his pillow for only a moment, “..make something up.” He finished, plopping his head back down on the pillow.

“I will not lie for you!” Erestor replied indignantly, adoring his lover in moments such as these.

Erestor smirked as Glorfindel eyed him then, with a narrowed menacing look. “If you loved me you would.”

“Oh that is a lowly tactic,” he spoke, taking his eyes from his lovers form only to rifle through their chest of draws and pull out a pair of grey leggings and blue shirt that he had always favoured on Glorfindel. And turning his gaze back to his naked partner, he smirked, seeing the soft hearted, over grown bear, shiver slightly as he clutched his pillow. Still trying to cling to his morning sleepiness.

“Chilly are we?” He chuckled.

“Give me the quilt, you mean elf.” He pouted, growing more awake, and amused as Erestor continued to tease and coax him out of bed.

“No.”

“Hate you.”

“You love me.” Erestor spoke, feigning hurt.

“….. mm, I suppose,”

Erestor chuckled, and closing his eyes with a sigh, he held Glorfindel’s loin cloth and leggings aloft. “He’s expecting you,” he gave the clothing a brief and curt shake.

No reply.

“Would you have him think you tardy?”

No reply.

“What if we make a deal?”

“………..What sort of deal?” Glorfindel asked after a thoughtful pause.

“You go now, and when you come back, I will have a bath drawn, your favourite sleeping robe laid out on a made bed, and your favourite breakfast awaiting you. You little brat.”

Glorfindel grinned, and rolled onto his back, allowing his legs to lazily fall open as his hand rubbed the inside of one of his thighs. “I have a better idea,” he said, smirking as Erestor’s dark eyes laid upon his groin and lax length. “For every item of clothing you remove, I shall dress accordingly. And then you must feed me, my breakfast, how’s that?”

“I think, you can feed yourself, sir.”

Glorfindel simply cleared his throat, closed his eyes and rolled on his side to snuggle back up to his pillow.

Erestor laughed and slouched his shoulders as he shifted his weight to his left leg. “I suppose,” he sighed heavily, “that I can sneak a few strawberries onto your plate.”

Glorfindel rolled once more onto his back, a triumphant grin upon his lips, “deal.” He winked, and even wiggled his toes.

Still chuckling to himself, Erestor threw the warrior’s clothes at him, and stood with arms crossed over chest.

Glorfindel sat up, and rubbing his left eye, riffled through the clothing for his undergarments. Finding them, he sat patiently, waiting for Erestor to undress.

Rolling his eyes for what felt the hundredth time that morn, Erestor raised his arms over his head, and pulled his shirt over his head, and off, onto the floor. He stood there with chest bare, leggings riding enticingly low on his hips, and with an utterly sexy look of false indignation.

Accordingly, and rather gracefully, Glorfindel raised his hips as his modesty was regretfully concealed. Then awaited Erestor’s next move.

Muttering under his breath, Erestor then pulled at the laces of his leggings, and shimmied them down his hips and thighs, to join his shirt upon the bedroom floor. Then stood only in his own undergarments, managing in his own unique way to look stern, unclad as he was.

Lying back upon the bed, Glorfindel then pulled on the grey leggings, that he knew Erestor favoured, due to the fact that they were more than a tad snug on his person. And just to be fare, he pulled on his boots also, but remained topless. He leaned back on his hands, in leggings and boots only, hair disarray and looking somewhat devastating and wild as he openly drank in Erestor’s beauty.

Erestor grinned, forgetting his stern demeanour as Glorfindel’s playfulness proved to be too infectious. His thumbs dipped beneath his loincloth, running around the front, only pulling them low enough to allow a glimpse at a few of his dark curls. He bit his lip, seeing Glorfindel unconsciously rotate his hips, and lick his own. Hunching his shoulders, and allowing his dark hair to fall and frame his comely face, he looked with dark eyes that held dirty, base promises, and eased down his loincloth by the sides.

Now completely bare, Glorfindel groaned at the sight, and quickly pulling on his shirt, stood from the bed and hastened towards Erestor, only taking a bare moment to flatten his hair as he did so. With lips parted he pulled Erestor to him by the hips, but just as their lips were to meet, Erestor pressed his fingers to his ready ones, making him growl low n his throat in response.

“When you return,” he promised.

“You know,” he spoke, his hands roaming from those slim hips, down to cup Erestor’s behind, cheek in hand, “I would of done what you asked, if you had just let me have you this morn.”

“You are already late, and you know I will not except anything less than an hour at a time from you.” He murmured provocatively.

“Fine,” Glorfindel ground out lecherously between clenched teeth, squeezing Erestor’s behind painfully hard until the advisor gasped and grasped his biceps, “I will fuck you senseless when I return….honey.”

“Sounds good….sweetie,” Erestor replied with a blatant quiver of delight in his voice.

Glorfindel leaned forwards, knowing he would not be permitted a kiss, so simply aligned their noses together for a brief moment to brush in a more gentle loving way - as he always would just to compensate for his more demanding sexual behaviour. And because he really was, as he could not deny and as Erestor so loved, a sweetheart masked in brute force.

His voice was husky, when next he spoke, “forget the robe and food,” he rumbled, “just be in the bath, when I return.”

Disengaging his hands from Erestor’s behind, he looked his lover over one last time with a groan, and then pushed him away by those hips.

“Damn,” he growled with a appreciative shake of the head, rubbing his chin.

“You still hate me?” Erestor spoke in a purposefully sultry voice as his weight shifted this time to the right leg, and his hands rested on the small of his own back.

“You know I fucking love you,” he spoke as he brushed past the advisor, lashing out and smacking his rear not at all gently, and making the advisor jump.

Erestor smiled tightly as he tried to hide his delight, shifting his weight back to the other leg, and crossing his arms before him.

“And incidentally, I love fucking you also.” He chuckled, and smiled brightly as Erestor laughed with him.

With a hand on the door handle, turning and opening, his eyes were ever on Erestor’s naked form, particularly on the red hand print upon his behind. He licked his lips, and nodded once.

“You be ready for me,” he spoke in a low throaty voice, “be ready,” he warned, and closed the door behind him.

“Wake me will you.” He muttered once outside, and with a private grin, walked the length of the hallway.

Back inside the room, Erestor closed his eyes, took a deep breath and ran his hands through his hair with a moan, elbows cocked in the air and head tilted to the side. He felt unbearably sexy. He never understood how his sweet and yet demanding lover could turn from sleepy to predatory in so short a time. And how he could make him go from feeling regal and ready for the day, to sinful and ready for…something else, in only a few moments.

“Oh like I care,” he chuckled, running his hands over his chest and stomach.

He slinked into the bathroom, his hips swaying seductively despite the lack of company, and drew a bath. Taking a bottle of rosemary oil, his personal favourite, he placed it upon the cool floor, beside the bath.

He sat on his feet as he leaned his cheek against the cool rim of the bath, and slowly let his hand sway in the warm water. Wishing he had allowed Glorfindel to tardy that day after all. Who would of though? That such a simple task of getting Glorfindel up, waking one so lazy and difficult, could be so very, very, rewarding.

Each and every sinfully delicious morning.

The End.