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Hungry.
Title: Hungry.
Author: Fishy (fishyz9@yahoo.com)
Beta: Kei.
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Glorfindel/Erestor.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: Glorfindel is hungry, so is Erestor.
Notes: PWP, humour.
Hungry.
Lying upon his bed, peeling his apple, Glorfindel raised an eyebrow in the direction of his lover when he heard the dark advisor huff once again. Receiving nothing but a narrowing of those dark eyes in reply, he shrugged it off and returned to the task at hand. Whilst he himself was content to lie there, attempting to peel the red skin off his fruit in one long spiral with his small pocket knife, it was obvious to him that he was in some way aggravating Erestor.
Erestor gritted his teeth in annoyance as Glorfindel continued to peel his damn fruit in complete obliviousness as to the picture he presented. Sweat still lingered upon his golden flesh as he had just come from the training grounds to meet in their quarters, as was their way at midday. Except this day, he was attempting to finish an important document that would free up his time in the evening. And this time Glorfindel had - in such a maddeningly polite manner - understood and allowed him to get on with it, whilst he had peeled off his shirt, laid his hardened, rippling, glistening body down onto the bed - and absently snatching up a piece of fruit for his lunch.
His masculine scent of sweat and musk filled the room, seeming all the more pronounced this particularly hot summers day. His locks were damp and a darker shade of blond along his hair line, his chest rose and fell slowly, and his nipples peaked as the sweat upon his skin began to cool. And then there was the peeling of the fruit; he couldn’t look away. He sat at his desk, quill poised in mid air, and he watched, transfixed, as Glorfindel peeled his apple in one long, slow spiral.
He had never seen anything so erotic.
Sensing eyes upon him, Glorfindel paused, with his apple - now peeled, succulent and ready to be eaten - poised at his lips. He glanced over to where Erestor sat and, upon seeing a most peculiar look in those dark eyes, slowly raised a fine brow in question.
“Will you stop it!”
Glorfindel’s eyes grew wide at the sudden outburst, and he couldn’t help but grin in bemusement. “Stop what?”
Inexplicably, this for some reason angered the elf further.
“I’m trying to work!”
“And I am hindering you….how?”
“Just stop it!”
“Stop what?!” he chuckled.
He shook his head as Erestor muttered something under his breath, and turned back to his lunch just as Erestor turned back to his document. He murmured in pleasure, however, in the quietest of voices, when he took a bite of the apple and found it perfectly ripe and delicious.
“Oh for Valar’s sake!” Erestor cried, making the warrior jump slightly as he slammed down his quill and stalked over to the bed.
“What on earth is wrong no-” Glorfindel began, but was cut off as he found his lap suddenly occupied, straddled by his lover, and his lips taken captive hungrily.
“Mmm,” he chuckled into the kiss, unsure what to make of the situation, but enjoying it none-the-less. He was being kissed so suddenly, so possessively, that the delightful surprise of it all rendered him motionless as he lay there, apple still in one hand, knife in the other, lips, though busy, grinning.
When finally granted breath, Glorfindel stared up at his lover, who was still scowling at him in the strangest of ways.
“As I said before,” Erestor began in a menacingly low voice, “stop - it.”
“I was just eating my apple,” Glorfindel replied, bringing his apple closer to show Erestor.
Without glancing away from those blue eyes that looked up at him, Erestor slapped the piece of fruit out of the warrior’s hand.
Glorfindel looked from Erestor, to his empty hand, to the apple that had come to rest next to the leg of Erestor’s chair, and then back up at the advisor.
“Well, that was rather rude.”
“Stop - looking - so - sexy.”
“Sexy?” Glorfindel grinned. “Oohhh,” he laughed, realising what had caused Erestor‘s strange behaviour.
“Yes, oh.”
Without another word, Erestor gathered his robes about him in a dignified manner and, with a tilted chin, sat back at his desk and again picked up his quill. Glorfindel remained lying upon the bed, grinning and feeling more than a little mischievous.
At the sound of a slurp Erestor, with suddenly rigid shoulders and narrowed eyes, slowly turned his head to look back at the bed. There Glorfindel lay, resting an arm behind his head, grinning knowingly, whilst licking the juice from his chin and thumb as he took another bite of the peach he had apparently just selected.
With a whimper, Erestor let his head hit the surface of his desk and his quill fall from his hand, parchment forgotten. “Now I’m hungry,” he groaned.
Glorfindel took another bite of the peach, licked his lips and, gestured to the full bowl of fruit at his side as he spoke with mouth full. “Help yourself.”
Growling in annoyance, in amusement, in arousal and even affection, Erestor suddenly rose and began pulling at the clasps of his robe.
“Oh, I’m going to.”
The End.
Author: Fishy (fishyz9@yahoo.com)
Beta: Kei.
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Glorfindel/Erestor.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: Glorfindel is hungry, so is Erestor.
Notes: PWP, humour.
Hungry.
Lying upon his bed, peeling his apple, Glorfindel raised an eyebrow in the direction of his lover when he heard the dark advisor huff once again. Receiving nothing but a narrowing of those dark eyes in reply, he shrugged it off and returned to the task at hand. Whilst he himself was content to lie there, attempting to peel the red skin off his fruit in one long spiral with his small pocket knife, it was obvious to him that he was in some way aggravating Erestor.
Erestor gritted his teeth in annoyance as Glorfindel continued to peel his damn fruit in complete obliviousness as to the picture he presented. Sweat still lingered upon his golden flesh as he had just come from the training grounds to meet in their quarters, as was their way at midday. Except this day, he was attempting to finish an important document that would free up his time in the evening. And this time Glorfindel had - in such a maddeningly polite manner - understood and allowed him to get on with it, whilst he had peeled off his shirt, laid his hardened, rippling, glistening body down onto the bed - and absently snatching up a piece of fruit for his lunch.
His masculine scent of sweat and musk filled the room, seeming all the more pronounced this particularly hot summers day. His locks were damp and a darker shade of blond along his hair line, his chest rose and fell slowly, and his nipples peaked as the sweat upon his skin began to cool. And then there was the peeling of the fruit; he couldn’t look away. He sat at his desk, quill poised in mid air, and he watched, transfixed, as Glorfindel peeled his apple in one long, slow spiral.
He had never seen anything so erotic.
Sensing eyes upon him, Glorfindel paused, with his apple - now peeled, succulent and ready to be eaten - poised at his lips. He glanced over to where Erestor sat and, upon seeing a most peculiar look in those dark eyes, slowly raised a fine brow in question.
“Will you stop it!”
Glorfindel’s eyes grew wide at the sudden outburst, and he couldn’t help but grin in bemusement. “Stop what?”
Inexplicably, this for some reason angered the elf further.
“I’m trying to work!”
“And I am hindering you….how?”
“Just stop it!”
“Stop what?!” he chuckled.
He shook his head as Erestor muttered something under his breath, and turned back to his lunch just as Erestor turned back to his document. He murmured in pleasure, however, in the quietest of voices, when he took a bite of the apple and found it perfectly ripe and delicious.
“Oh for Valar’s sake!” Erestor cried, making the warrior jump slightly as he slammed down his quill and stalked over to the bed.
“What on earth is wrong no-” Glorfindel began, but was cut off as he found his lap suddenly occupied, straddled by his lover, and his lips taken captive hungrily.
“Mmm,” he chuckled into the kiss, unsure what to make of the situation, but enjoying it none-the-less. He was being kissed so suddenly, so possessively, that the delightful surprise of it all rendered him motionless as he lay there, apple still in one hand, knife in the other, lips, though busy, grinning.
When finally granted breath, Glorfindel stared up at his lover, who was still scowling at him in the strangest of ways.
“As I said before,” Erestor began in a menacingly low voice, “stop - it.”
“I was just eating my apple,” Glorfindel replied, bringing his apple closer to show Erestor.
Without glancing away from those blue eyes that looked up at him, Erestor slapped the piece of fruit out of the warrior’s hand.
Glorfindel looked from Erestor, to his empty hand, to the apple that had come to rest next to the leg of Erestor’s chair, and then back up at the advisor.
“Well, that was rather rude.”
“Stop - looking - so - sexy.”
“Sexy?” Glorfindel grinned. “Oohhh,” he laughed, realising what had caused Erestor‘s strange behaviour.
“Yes, oh.”
Without another word, Erestor gathered his robes about him in a dignified manner and, with a tilted chin, sat back at his desk and again picked up his quill. Glorfindel remained lying upon the bed, grinning and feeling more than a little mischievous.
At the sound of a slurp Erestor, with suddenly rigid shoulders and narrowed eyes, slowly turned his head to look back at the bed. There Glorfindel lay, resting an arm behind his head, grinning knowingly, whilst licking the juice from his chin and thumb as he took another bite of the peach he had apparently just selected.
With a whimper, Erestor let his head hit the surface of his desk and his quill fall from his hand, parchment forgotten. “Now I’m hungry,” he groaned.
Glorfindel took another bite of the peach, licked his lips and, gestured to the full bowl of fruit at his side as he spoke with mouth full. “Help yourself.”
Growling in annoyance, in amusement, in arousal and even affection, Erestor suddenly rose and began pulling at the clasps of his robe.
“Oh, I’m going to.”
The End.