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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,248
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
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Title: Unexpectedly.
Author: Fishy (fishyz9@yahoo.com)
Notes: AU, PG13, Un-beta’d, I own nothing.
Summary: A very affectionate advisor, and an adoring warrior.
Unexpectedly.
Who would of thought that Glorfindel, who falls into the stereotypical categories of both blond and robust, would be the book worm of the two. The warrior sat comfortably on his sitting room divan, his free arm lay across the back of the small sofa, and his legs crossed, his right foot upon his left knee. With his elbow bent on the arm rest, he held open the book that held his attention so intently.
“My partner, whom I love, is an avid reader.” Came the silky voice from the bedroom doorway.
Looking away from the pages of finely wrought words, he smiled a small smile, and answered gently, “Yes.”
Erestor wore a black silk robe, Glorfindel’s, black silk robe. It was admittedly, too large, but suited the petite elf so much better. His skin looked even smoother and more pale, in the dark robe, his eyes both reflective and impossibly warm. His hair, black and thick, though still silky, was adorably messy.
“My partner, whom I love” he continued, stretching sleepily and then running his a hand through his mussed locks, “tucked me into his bed when I fell asleep, after our loving.” He grimaced when his hand caught in a tangle, and after examining the unruly lock, threw the warrior a lopsided grin, and tucked it back, behind his ear as he advanced towards the divan.
“Yes,” was Glorfindel’s again, gentle reply, “I did.”
“My partner,” Erestor spoke softly now, coming to sit himself beside his lover, “whom I love,” he added with a warm smile, as the warrior’s arm moved from its resting place across the sofa to Erestor’s shoulders, bringing him closer, “satisfied me… immensely, tonight.”
Glorfindel chuckled quietly. “Yes, I believe I did.” He dropped a soft kiss to the dark crown as Erestor rested his head upon a broad shoulder, and brought his feet up off the floor, tucking them beneath him.
“My partner,” Erestor glanced up then, his dark eyes were still sleepy and his lips were still slightly swollen, it was beautiful, “have I told you, that I love you today?”
Glorfindel’s smile changed from soft and doting, to slightly broader and amused, yet still tender. The hand about the slim elf’s shoulders squeezed gently, hunching them together so as to kiss the sleepy elf upon the brow.
“Yes, you did.”
“Oh good,” he stretched then, the delicate features of his neck showing as he pursed his soft, swollen lips together in sweet request.
Laughing gently, Glorfindel obliged, touching their lips together. Dipping his head slightly, he sought for just a little more.
With a content and deep sigh, Erestor rested his head back into the crook of Glorfindel’s shoulder and arm. His hand slowly stroked up and down the warrior’s chest and stomach, and then he laughed suddenly, softly, and to himself.
His book forgotten, sagging in his hand rather then held erectly, Glorfindel nuzzled the top of the darkling’s head. “What?” He murmured softly, “tell me.”
The hand stroking his front, joined another as they circled his middle, hugging him. “You’re a bookworm, my bookworm.” Erestor chuckled.
“You didn’t think I would be, did you?”
Erestor shook his head, and in a rather feline and affectionate manner - defying any unfair assumptions made of him - he rubbed his cheek against warrior’s chest, just beneath his chin, in an infinitely personal and intimate way.
“And you love to cuddle me, you’re always cuddling me,” Glorfindel mused, his hand gently massaging a warm and baby soft scalp.
Erestor, resting his chin against the warrior’s chest, looked up and bit his lip. Smiling a little sheepishly, he apologised. “Sorry, I’m squeezing you again, aren’t I?” Automatically he loosened his hold.
“No,” Glorfindel murmured, again hunching those slim shoulders together with his one arm, and pulling Erestor closer. “Hug me as tight as you want,” and then he added in a whisper, “as tight as you can.”
The arms around him clung, and Glorfindel, placing his book down, spine up over the arm rest of the divan, slouched down on the sofa and drew Erestor closer as the so-called haughty elf sighed, and burrowed deeper against the warm body.
Contently, Glorfindel watched his love, who, he could tell was upon the very brink of another nap. And just as the darkling elf was to pass into reverie, the warrior whispered, near pleading.
“Tighter.”
Tighter he was held, even in reverie. He was held tighter.
The End.
Author: Fishy (fishyz9@yahoo.com)
Notes: AU, PG13, Un-beta’d, I own nothing.
Summary: A very affectionate advisor, and an adoring warrior.
Unexpectedly.
Who would of thought that Glorfindel, who falls into the stereotypical categories of both blond and robust, would be the book worm of the two. The warrior sat comfortably on his sitting room divan, his free arm lay across the back of the small sofa, and his legs crossed, his right foot upon his left knee. With his elbow bent on the arm rest, he held open the book that held his attention so intently.
“My partner, whom I love, is an avid reader.” Came the silky voice from the bedroom doorway.
Looking away from the pages of finely wrought words, he smiled a small smile, and answered gently, “Yes.”
Erestor wore a black silk robe, Glorfindel’s, black silk robe. It was admittedly, too large, but suited the petite elf so much better. His skin looked even smoother and more pale, in the dark robe, his eyes both reflective and impossibly warm. His hair, black and thick, though still silky, was adorably messy.
“My partner, whom I love” he continued, stretching sleepily and then running his a hand through his mussed locks, “tucked me into his bed when I fell asleep, after our loving.” He grimaced when his hand caught in a tangle, and after examining the unruly lock, threw the warrior a lopsided grin, and tucked it back, behind his ear as he advanced towards the divan.
“Yes,” was Glorfindel’s again, gentle reply, “I did.”
“My partner,” Erestor spoke softly now, coming to sit himself beside his lover, “whom I love,” he added with a warm smile, as the warrior’s arm moved from its resting place across the sofa to Erestor’s shoulders, bringing him closer, “satisfied me… immensely, tonight.”
Glorfindel chuckled quietly. “Yes, I believe I did.” He dropped a soft kiss to the dark crown as Erestor rested his head upon a broad shoulder, and brought his feet up off the floor, tucking them beneath him.
“My partner,” Erestor glanced up then, his dark eyes were still sleepy and his lips were still slightly swollen, it was beautiful, “have I told you, that I love you today?”
Glorfindel’s smile changed from soft and doting, to slightly broader and amused, yet still tender. The hand about the slim elf’s shoulders squeezed gently, hunching them together so as to kiss the sleepy elf upon the brow.
“Yes, you did.”
“Oh good,” he stretched then, the delicate features of his neck showing as he pursed his soft, swollen lips together in sweet request.
Laughing gently, Glorfindel obliged, touching their lips together. Dipping his head slightly, he sought for just a little more.
With a content and deep sigh, Erestor rested his head back into the crook of Glorfindel’s shoulder and arm. His hand slowly stroked up and down the warrior’s chest and stomach, and then he laughed suddenly, softly, and to himself.
His book forgotten, sagging in his hand rather then held erectly, Glorfindel nuzzled the top of the darkling’s head. “What?” He murmured softly, “tell me.”
The hand stroking his front, joined another as they circled his middle, hugging him. “You’re a bookworm, my bookworm.” Erestor chuckled.
“You didn’t think I would be, did you?”
Erestor shook his head, and in a rather feline and affectionate manner - defying any unfair assumptions made of him - he rubbed his cheek against warrior’s chest, just beneath his chin, in an infinitely personal and intimate way.
“And you love to cuddle me, you’re always cuddling me,” Glorfindel mused, his hand gently massaging a warm and baby soft scalp.
Erestor, resting his chin against the warrior’s chest, looked up and bit his lip. Smiling a little sheepishly, he apologised. “Sorry, I’m squeezing you again, aren’t I?” Automatically he loosened his hold.
“No,” Glorfindel murmured, again hunching those slim shoulders together with his one arm, and pulling Erestor closer. “Hug me as tight as you want,” and then he added in a whisper, “as tight as you can.”
The arms around him clung, and Glorfindel, placing his book down, spine up over the arm rest of the divan, slouched down on the sofa and drew Erestor closer as the so-called haughty elf sighed, and burrowed deeper against the warm body.
Contently, Glorfindel watched his love, who, he could tell was upon the very brink of another nap. And just as the darkling elf was to pass into reverie, the warrior whispered, near pleading.
“Tighter.”
Tighter he was held, even in reverie. He was held tighter.
The End.