A Little Perspective

A little perspective.

It all started with two marbles. Never did like the things, even when I was young myself. Pointless little orbs of death. Alright that’s a bit much, but you can understand my distaste for them after having nearly been killed by them. Undone. Finished. Murdered. Or perhaps the blame should be directed at two mischievous rascals in particular who left them at the top of a wide staircase used by most of the household, when they been told time and time again to not pla- alright I’m just embarrassed.

Big strapping elf that I am, fought in wars, killed big fire breathing monster, was killed by big fire breathing monster, brought back to life to serve father of said mischievous rascals and was nearly felled, by two.. marbles. And I’m not sure but I may of made a sound of surprise on my way down that could only be described as.. less than masculine.

And this may sound like dramatics, but I did very nearly die. I have only a concussion to show for my humiliation, but it would have been so easy to of broken my neck on those hard, marble steps. And if you ask me that’s cause to make any tried warrior wince.

It strikes me as odd that this should play on my mind so much. I received a bump to the back of my head, nothing permanently damaging. Just a headache remains. I have been injured so much worse, have been in life or death situations more then I should like, and not once afterwards was I left with this.. feeling. As if a smudged mirror has been wiped clean and I can now see the truth. I am immortal, but I am not immune. I can die. Can be killed. Again. By two stupid marbles no less.

It’s ridiculous in the extreme that I did not experience this after my actual demise the first time round. Perhaps this is a delayed reaction. I fall down the stairs and am struck with an epiphany? I am at risk every time I leave for patrol, I defend my home and those I love, and gladly, all without fear or hesitation. But I fall down the stairs, and am struck with a sudden urgency, at having been shown the reality of my existence - have been given a perspective I suppose I of all people should have had from the beginning. Perhaps it is because of the nature of this revelation, the mundane, the very insulting manner of which I could have very well been defeated for a second time. I’m not sure. But now I find myself pacing my rooms, headache faded in light of this sudden need I feel.

I want to grab everyone I love and squeeze the hell out of them. I want to show them how easily our forever can disappear. I want to push them all down the stairs - out of love - and say ‘look! See how easily it can all end!’

I want to grab one elf in particular.

Erestor.

My friend. I feel as if I’ve known him forever. For me, he was one of those people you just instantly like. Adore even. But for reasons that oddly make no sense to you at first. I appreciate his role in this household, admire the authority he has gained without title. Am in awe of his shocking intelligence but, I adore his patience. His kindness. His ability to laugh and poke fun at himself. His sarcasm that bares no trace of malice, ever. His unassuming and accepting nature. His undeniably handsome face. His warm brown eyes, his lithe, healthy body. His black as night hair, thick, long and shining, the kind of hair that makes you want to.. to rub your face in it to see if it feels as silky as it looks. That one smile of his he uses with only his closest of friends, just down right gorgeous and unselfconscious, cheeky even. His one cheek dimpling and his eyes laughing.

I thought I would have forever. I was happy to watch him, befriend him, daydream about what it could be like. For all I know I may still have forever but I do not want to daydream anymore. When you take a spill, where your heart leaps into your throat and you’re shocked at how unexpected your sudden helplessness is. The most vital, the most important things in your life come crashing back into your minds eye when you’ve caught your breath. My family, my home, my love. Or what could be love. My secret. Something I want but as of yet have not realised I wanted enough to actually do something about it.

I was sure all of this was written across my face when only a few minutes after my tumble, he had found his way to the healing wing to make certain of my well-being, despite having been informed that I was fine. Merely bruised, if not embarrassed. I saw him before he saw me, the slight crease of worry between his brows, how he worried his lower lip as he quietly entered the wing, keeping out of the way but craning his neck to seek out my golden head. The smile - gentle, a little teasing, but utterly affectionate - when he spotted me. All of this brought a flush to me face which he - not unkindly - teased me about, assuming that it’s cause being nothing more than the fuss concerning the bump on my head.

Enough pacing, enough of this room, enough of doing nothing. I leave my rooms, make my way to his, and stand outside his doors like a simpleton for best part of an hour.

~*~

“This is so stupid” he muttered to himself. His shoulders hunched. The heals of his palms pressing into his eyes as he groaned quietly.

“Yes, I dare say it is.”

With a quick intake of breath Glorfindel’s head shot up, not to see the smooth grain of Erestor’s door, but Erestor himself. A bemused smile playing across his lovely mouth as he regarded the warrior before him.

“Hello.” The concussed elf spoke quietly.

Erestor laughed shortly, frowning but smiling as he did so.

“Hello Glorfindel.”

A few heartbeats passed, the silence oddly amusing for Erestor, utterly agonising for Glorfindel. The advisor raised one brow, asking the obvious, but when Glorfindel’s only reply was to nervously rub the back of his neck, Erestor’s frown became a little more pronounced as he stepped back and invited the warrior in with a nod of his head.

“Everything alright?” Erestor asked, placing something on a small cabinet as he bent and opened it’s doors. He held his hair out of the way with one hand as he reached in blindly to fish something out. It was then that Glorfindel noticed the room was dark, the elf must have been leaving.

“I’m sorry, you were on your way out? I can go..”

“No it’s alright,” Erestor looked at him and smiled, then struck a match, lighting a series of candles. He stood straight again, wafting the match to put it out and then reached for what he had placed on the cabinet a moment before.

“I was on my way to see you, actually,” he smiled, holding up the small bottle which in the light Glorfindel could identify as their favourite brandy. “you just saved me a trip is all.”

“Oh,” Glorfindel smiled, a little too much. He was ridiculously pleased, in fact.

Erestor put the bottle down and stepped forward, a teasing grin on his lips, “are you alright, ‘Fin?” He chuckled, “you seem out of sorts, how’s the noggin?” He stepped forward and reached a hand out and gently cupped the back of the warrior’s head, something that could have been mistaken for a caress by any other, but was merely a soft touch to see if a bump was evident. That Erestor felt free to do such a thing felt wonderful to Glorfindel.

“It’s fine,” he responded, and damn it if he wasn’t blushing. He’s blushed more the past twenty four hours then he had in the past decade. “I mean my head is alright, I’m not sure if I am.. I mean I’m fine I just, I feeling very odd, no not odd just different, these past hours.. in fact not different I think I’m more myself at the moment then…”

Whilst Glorfindel spoke rapidly, Erestor dropped his hand slowly, leaning back to regard the babbling elf with confusion and bemusement.

“More myself at the moment then ever before, I mean simply that I’ve realised- I need to say things, do things - to you,” his eyes widened suddenly, “no I didn’t mean - I meant I need to do some things, put them into action,” he tried gesturing with his hands, miserably aware of the fact that he was beginning to perspire at his temples, “and that maybe they regard you and.. dear gods this is horrible.”

A sympathetic and somewhat adoring smile spread across pale lips. “You are concussed Glorfindel, you took a spill and now you…”

“No it’s more then that,” Glorfindel urged, looking rather upset “who knows how long any of us actually have, I mean.. marbles!” He exclaimed, and Erestor had to casually rub his chin so as to cover his smile with a hand to keep from laughing.

“Marbles?”

“A second chance Erestor, how many other people get that? Here I am thinking I can take my time, see what happens, it’s only now I can see how lazy I have been, how much of a coward..”

“Hey, hey now,” Erestor soothed, his hands reaching for Glorfindel’s upper arms to rub gently, “you’re getting yourself all worked up, c’mere,” he pulled the warrior to him, his arms going around strong shoulders to rub reassuring circles into the warriors broad back.

“Erestor I’m not..” the warrior began, even as his head came to rest against the advisor’s, his arms reaching to complete the embrace of their own accord.

“Just quiet yourself a moment,” Erestor murmured, continuing to soothe and feeling the tension beginning to leave the one he held, “see?” he leaned his head back, not letting go but looking the elf in the eye, “you just needed to hug it out.”

Glorfindel managed a smile but shook his head, if he could just remember how to speak like a normal person for a few minutes…

Erestor held him close again, “even the toughest of warrior’s need cuddles.”

And Glorfindel did laugh at that. Trust Erestor to make him laugh when he was at his most ridiculous. He sighed however when he felt the elf draw back, his hands sliding down his arms to hold his hands as he stepped away, as if to lead him to other room. To sit. To relax. To lose his nerve!

“Why don’t we sit down, I’ll light the fire and you can pour the…”

His words were cut short however as Glorfindel grasped those slim hand in his own tightly, and abruptly pulled the advisor flush against his own body. Before the shock could register with the dark haired elf, he took his mouth, his hands moving to gently hold the back of his head, effectively holding him in place.

The kiss was rushed and a little frenzied to begin with, but feeling the advisor tense and gasp into his mouth he began to draw it out, kiss him slowly and tenderly. There was not much precipitation on Erestor’s behalf, the poor elf in too much shock to actually do anything, join or disengage from this kiss both. Eventually he took pity, and slowly pulled back from the kiss. He could of laughed at Erestor’s expression were it not that he was nervous enough to be sick.

“Um, alright,” Erestor muttered.

He let go of the advisor, taking a step back., feeling awfully guilty for having pounced on his friend as he had.

Erestor blinked a little dazedly, “right,” he muttered, liking his lips as if to judge what had just happened. He too took a step backwards, and Glorfindel’s heart sank a little. “You just...kissed me.”

“Yes,” Glorfindel nodded.

“And not just a peck either..”

“No,” Glorfindel shook his head no.

“I mean I felt tongue..”

Glorfindel felt himself cringe as he closed his eyes.

“Glorfindel,” Erestor spoke a little more firmly, “are you going to explain..?” He shook his own head, shrugging slightly to indicate his own confusion.

“Ahm..” the warrior was alarmed to hear his voice waver slightly. This was stupid. What was he thinking? This was his best friend, someone who trusted him implicitly, and he had just turned their relationship upside down, all because of - two - bloody- marbles.

“Hey now, no..” he opened his eyes to see Erestor walking towards him, realising that he had backed himself towards the door. “Don’t… don’t be upset, you don’t have to go”

Erestor’s gaze was apologetic, and in a moment Glorfindel felt overwhelmed with warmth and what he was afraid - but was nearly certain -was love for this elf.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“Just talk to me Glorfindel, you can’t … do that, and then leave without explanation, come on.” He held out his hand for Glorfindel to take, and then paused, an expression crossing his features that Glorfindel didn’t quite understand.

“Oh good gods Glorfindel,” Erestor dropped his hand, “is this the concussion? Have you been walking the halls kissing poor unsuspecting elves?”

Glorfindel blinked in confusion, but then smiled despite himself, seeing the teasing little grin on the advisor’s lips. He loved that despite Erestor’s own discomfort or confusion, he was still attempting to try and put him at ease.

“Come on,” Erestor spoke, ever so softly as he took the warrior’s hand in his own. And at that Glorfindel felt some of the dread leave him, and willingly followed.

He heard Erestor take a deep breath, and saw him reach for the bottle of brandy as they made their way to the sitting room. A cosy, welcoming room that consisted of a fire place, a bookcase, and a few very comfortable chairs.

“Move your bum, Brambles.”

Glorfindel smiled as Erestor addressed the large ginger cat who was presently lounging in one of the chairs, his tail moving only slightly as he stretched and gazed at the two of them contently.

“Hey, you” Glorfindel held out his hand for him to smell, the cat sitting up immediately to rub his head against his hand. He picked the cat up and sat in his warm spot, chucking the purring creature under the chin as he settled comfortably in Glorfindel’s lap and began to purr.

“You know, he doesn’t like anyone else.” Erestor spoke from where he was crouched by the fireplace, getting a fire going. “He scratched Elrond.”

Glorfindel laughed, looking over to see Erestor’s cheeky smile, and by gods he felt a slither of desire run through him when seeing that dimple in his cheek.

“He just remembers me, is all. Don’t ‘cha?” He asked scratching the cat behind the ear and grinning when the purring became louder.

He had found the cat, not far from Imladris, in a patch of brambles. The poor creature was clearly confused, obviously wary and very afraid. He had taken him home with him when, to the surprise of others, he had allowed Glorfindel to approach, and then hold him. He had been such a small, scruffy, lost looking thing that, when Erestor had seen him, the dark elf had instantly adored him. Glorfindel had happily allowed Erestor to take the aptly named Brambles home when seeing that the affection was mutual to the ginger fuzz ball.

“He’s gotten big,” Glorfindel commented.

“No,” Erestor chuckled, standing and stretching, “he’s gotten fat, don’t sugar cote it,”

Glorfindel laughed and sat back as Erestor picked the cat up off of his lap and held him with one arm, scratching his little head with the other.

“He knows just how to manipulate me, don’t you?” He addressed the cat, stroking him again before setting him on the floor. “Makes such mournful little cries, stares up at me with those big sad eyes until I feed him.” He grinned when Glorfindel laughed again.

“You are so easy.”

“As if it wouldn’t have the same effect on you.” He took the brandy and poured two glasses, handing one to Glorfindel.

“Probably.”

“He’s going on a diet anyway. I can be strict. If I can get people to follow instructions then I can most certainly get a cat to loose weight.”

Glorfindel smiled, nerves suddenly assailing him again as silence filled the room. He watched as Erestor frowned from where he sat in the chair next to him.

“This um, this feels a little formal,” the advisor gestured to their chairs, and then nodded to the rug in front of the fire place. “Shall we?”

Glorfindel swallowed, and then nodded. Waiting for Erestor to sit, he followed, and held his glass up as he sat himself cross legged in front of his companion.

“So,” Erestor spoke, seeming a little nervous himself, “that kiss…”

“Yes I’m.. I’m sorry-”

“I’d rather you just talk about it then apologise,” Erestor spoke softly.

“Alright,” he swallowed, “well as I said I’m sorry but-” he rushed on seeing Erestor about to protest again, “but it was deliberate” he said slowly, knowing that these were some of the questions running through the elf’s head, “I wanted to do it,” he spoke shakily, “have wanted to do it, for a long time, in fact.”

He saw Erestor nod, and sip his brandy. “A-alright, I appreciate your honesty.”

“And yet…”Glorfindel began, tilting his head as he attempting to gain eye contact, “you seem… oh damn,” he muttered, seeing how uncertain he had made the other elf, “have I just ruined everything? I have haven’t I?” He wiped a hand over his face, “I’m sorry, I am so sorry I don’t want you to hate me…”

“Whoa,” Erestor interrupted, “you’re getting all worked up again,” the dark haired elf sat his drink down somewhere sturdy, chewed his lip for a moment in thought, and then shifted closer. “Alright, I’m a little in shock here,” he attempted a teasing grin, but only highlighted his own nerves, “but nothing you could do, ever, save killing my beloved Brambles,” he tried to joke, “nothing will ever make me hate you, or feel anything less for you then I do now.” He reached out and rubbed the warrior’s knee. “I could certainly never hate you.”

Glorfindel breathed in relief, grateful for the small gesture that the touch to his knee was.

“What’s brought this on any how?”

Glorfindel groaned, and attempted, in what he hoped was a more coherent manner then his first attempt, to explain some of what he had tried to get out earlier but with more eloquence.

Erestor sat back, his hands in his lap as regarded Glorfindel with a contemplative gaze.

“Those mischievous little brats,” he said affectionately, meaning the twin sons of Elrond that Glorfindel knew had as much sway over the advisor’s affections as did his overweight cat or even himself.

“Yes,” he laughed weakly, “it was early to bed for them tonight, I believe.”

“Hmm,” Erestor smiled. Then again worried his lower lip in an unusual show of uncertainty. “It could just be the shock of taking a fall-”

“It’s not” Glorfindel interrupted, more sure of himself then anything.

“You don’t think you just crave a little closeness?”

“Only yours.”

It was said with such certainty that Erestor raised both brows in surprise and then cleared his throat uncomfortably.

“Then..” Erestor rubbed the back of his neck, “lust?”

“No!” Glorfindel was quick to reply, then paused for a moment to think, and felt himself flush slightly as Erestor raised one brow, smiling a little shakily at him. “Well, alright yes, but I think there is more to it… I just know..”

Erestor seemed to take a breath to steady himself for a moment and then shifted forwards.

“You can kiss me, again, if… if you want”

“What?” Glorfindel blinked, surprised.

Erestor licked his lip, and took another deep breathe “you are my friend, one of my dearest. This has obviously causing you some confusion and no small amount of distress, I want to help you, if I can. You can..” he wavered a bit, clearly a little embarrassed “oh would you just kiss for crying out loud.”

And with that he grabbed a hold of Glorfindel’s arm and pulled him forwards into a kiss.

This time it was Glorfindel who gasped into the kiss, but it did not take him long to melt right into it. With a soft groan he took control. His hand going to the back of Erestor’s neck, delighting in the silky touch of his dark hair. He breathed out heavily through his nose as he adjusted the angel, taking Erestor’s mouth deeper. He delighted in the small surprised sounds coming from the advisor’s throat - thought his heart might melt as one of the advisor’s hands touched his chest softly, almost coyly, before knotting in his tunic.

And then it was over. Erestor broke the kiss suddenly, the back of his hand going to his mouth as he attempted to regain his breath. Glorfindel faired no better, his breathing ragged and his leggings embarrassingly tented. Erestor quickly gained his composure, the colour high on his cheeks. He attempted to smile brightly, asking “better?” in what he hoped was a light hearted way.

Glorfindel tried to smile, came close to it, but couldn’t quite manage it.

“No,” Erestor spoke quietly, “I imagine not.” His hands clasped together in his lap. “It would be easier if I knew what you wanted.”

“You,” he responded quietly, and with a self conscious shrug.

“Me,” Erestor repeated, “you want me.. what? As a friend who kisses like that? As a partner? In… in bed?”

Glorfindel closed his eyes tightly, feeling guilty for having put Erestor in this position. He opened them again when Erestor stood before him.

“Right, alright, we can do this, sort this out..” he seemed to muter to himself.

“Erestor?” Glorfindel asked uncertainly, standing, and reaching to touch his hands to Erestor’s elbows, trying to bring him close in an innate attempt to comfort.

Erestor side stepped him, going for the bottle of brandy, muttering to himself, “might need this.”

“Where are you going?” Glorfindel asked, alarmed when thinking the other elf was simply leaving. It was hard to tell if he felt more alarmed when following Erestor to what he realised was his bedroom. “Erestor?”

“You’re my friend, and I love you.” Erestor seemed to say this more to himself then to Glorfindel.

“I love you too.”

Erestor’s eyes widened ever so slightly, just able to sense the slight difference between the two declarations. He stepped closer to Glorfindel, casting a nervous glance towards his bed and back. “I am willing, to let you figure this out.” He spoke quietly. “That I can do. For you, you alone.”

So touched that he felt a lump in his throat, Glorfindel pressed his lips together in a tight line. “You don’t have to do that,” he shook his head. “I knew this was foolish to begin with. Something about today has set me off balance, and… you do not even desire ellon, my good, good friend.”

Erestor smiled a little shakily, that dimple making an appearance. “True enough. I have only known a female’s warmth, I have never felt the compulsion to lay with a male, but..” he swallowed, “the idea is not repugnant, just something that I have not considered - have not had a reason to consider.”

“I can’t let you do this for me,”

“For you, Glorfindel, I would do just about anything.”

Glorfindel let out a shaky breath, blinking rapidly against the stinging in his eyes.

“Now, be gentle,” Erestor tried to joke, ringing a bright smile out of Glorfindel despite the serious atmosphere in the room. “You know I’ve never…” he petered off, and laughed suddenly, the sound coming out rather breathlessly. “I guess today I become a virgin again. Unless…” He trailed off, suddenly embarrassed by what he had assumed. “I mean I don’t know exactly what it is you desire…”

As Glorfindel took a deep breath, unconsciously looking the advisor up and down with a gaze that could only be described as hungry, Erestor nodded and swallowed, letting out deep breath.

“I don’t have to..”

“No, this is about what you want, what you need.”

“Erestor, you do not have to do this for me, I would hate to force you into anything, and to what purpose..?”

“Perhaps whatever you feel will.. after tonight,” he licked his lips nervously, “abate. Or at the very least, you will know what it is you want for sure.” Erestor reached out to entwine his fingers through Glorfindel’s own, an action Glorfindel knew felt odd to the advisor. “This is no big sacrifice, Glorfindel.” He tried to smile reassuringly, “whatever your feelings afterwards,” he shrugged, stepping closer so that they were nearly chest to chest, “you will always have my friendship, I can promise you that.”

Glorfindel could not resist his offer now, no matter the ramifications that were running through his mind. Erestor was so close, smelled so fine, his eyes, so warm and trusting, he could not help but close that last space between them, to draw him into a soft, but deep, possessing kiss.

“Thank you,” he whispered as his lips trailed to Erestor’s neck, pressing gently just behind a delicate shell-like ear, “thank you, for your kindness,” he whispered raggedly.

His reply was a nod. The feeling of Erestor’s hands, slowly, unsurely raising to touch his shoulders felt like bliss. He swooped in for another kiss, one hand at the advisor’s slim waste, the other cradling the back of his neck as he took that mouth - kissed it as it had never been kissed before. He ducked his head again, moving silky dark hair out of the way to kiss the other side of his neck, drawing a soft gasp from the dark elf.

He thrilled at the feel of Erestor’s rising and falling chest against his, he was delighted, and groaned as Erestor actually tilted his neck away, arching it, giving up more flesh, anything Glorfindel desired.

It was with utter tenderness that he looking into dark, dilated eyes as his hands slowly - as if asking permission - raised to pull free the first few clasps to the advisors casual tunic. His silence being his permission, Glorfindel let out a husky groan as he slid the fabric from pale, firm shoulders, unable to resist dropping a kiss to the soft skin awarded him.

Wanting nothing but to have skin pressed against skin, he reached to pull his own tunic over his head. He paused however, when Erestor’s hands touched his chest, and lowered his own arms to allow Erestor to complete the action, pulling the clothing over his head, and smiling an oddly nervous, endearing smile when he let the fabric fall to the floor.

Erestor let out a low humming noise as their chests pressed together, brought together by Glorfindel’s arms encircling his waist, pulling him close. Those dark eyes looked into his for a moment, before the advisor lowered his head to press a gentle kiss to the warrior’s chest. When those dark eyes met his gaze again, it was with a question in them, and Glorfindel had to swallow hard at the rush of emotion he felt. Erestor was clearly not only going to lay back and give Glorfindel what he wanted, but was willing to join him.

“I may be a novice,” he spoke quietly, his hand rubbing Glorfindel’s bare, impressive bicep, “but I would have this be good for you.”

Glorfindel groaned loudly, unable to hold back his passion as to took Erestor’s mouth fiercely. He manoeuvred them to the bed, had Erestor beneath him in no time, rocking together, groins pressed together. His hand fisted in dark hair as he watched Erestor, watched him gasp and close his eyes as their hips found a rhythm and ground together.

“Glorf- damn I’m going to…”

Erestor’s hands gripped his arms suddenly, tightly. A strangled moan left his lips and his hips lost their rhythm as he began to jerk against him. Glorfindel could only smile through his ragged breathing, the sight of Erestor losing himself in passion a beautiful thing to behold.

“You are beautiful when you come,” he whispered, kissing the panting elf beneath him tenderly.

The flush that already graced Erestor’s cheeks only intensified. He smiled almost bashfully as he swallowed and attempted to gain back his breath.

“That took me by surprise,” he whispered.

“We have only begun,” the warrior husked.

Erestor grinned, dimple so close that Glorfindel could not resist licking it, causing the elf beneath him to laugh softly.

“You - you are still…” Erestor looking down at their chests still pressed together, though Glorfindel knew his gaze was aimed at the hardness in the warrior’s leggings.

“Don’t you worry ‘bout that,” he whispered, nuzzling into the advisor’s damp hair line. “Lets get those leggings off of you, can’t be comfortable.”

He knelt up, straddling the dark elf’s thighs as he reaching from the waist band of the advisor’s trousers. His hands jerked in surprise however, when feeling Erestor cup the bulge in his own leggings.

The advisor bit his lower lip, “this alright?” he whispered.

Glorfindel could only groan and nod his head. Licking his own lips as he watched Erestor caress the hot, hard bulge between his thighs before - with shaking hands - pulling at the drawstrings.

Quick glances were shot his way, as if needing the reassurance that what he was doing was alright. Glorfindel hissed as his arousal, heavy and thick more or less pushed free of the fabric and bobbed for a moment. He heard Erestor’s gasp, and knew why. He was not small in stature, it was only right that his cock should be in proportion with the rest of him. His hand quickly grasped Erestor’s wrist.

“You don’t have to, we can stop right now.”

Erestor shook his head, and the warrior slowly released the wrist, and hissed at the first soft touch to his arousal, already leaking from the slit. The soft touch eventually became more confident, taking the moisture from the tip of his crown and using it for the slide down.

“Erestor,” he hissed.

The advisor smiled, breathing deeply himself as he slowly stroked the thick shaft. “It feels odd,” he murmured, “I’ve only ever done this to myself.”

And to the advisor’s surprise, Glorfindel’s eyes screwed shut and the thick cock in his hand jerked, jets of come spraying onto his chest. Glorfindel leaned forward, panting hard as he rested his brow against Erestor‘s.

“Wow,” Erestor whispered.

“Unhu,” Glorfindel managed, amusement in his voice.

Glorfindel lifted his head a fraction, and pressed a long, hard, yet tender kiss to Erestor’s mouth. “Thank you,” he whispered.

“I thought you’d only just begun?” Erestor reminded him.

Glorfindel raised a brow, and only then became aware of Erestor’s arousal coming back to life beneath him.

“Indeed,” he was more pleased then he could say.

He knelt beside Erestor, assisted in removing the advisor’s leggings, unconsciously biting his lower lip - not in a nervous manner, but in a hungry gesture - as he did so. He wanted Erestor, simple as that. Wanted his mouth, wanted his dick, and wanted to possess him where no other had.

Both naked they lay together, Erestor’s gasps filing the air as his nipples were suckled, softly at first and then with stinging little bites that had him rock hard in seconds, before being gently soothed again with that talented tongue. He let out a shout as the tip of his cock was given the same treatment minus the bites. He fisted both of his hands in his own hair and tried not to look as Glorfindel’s head began to slowly bob up and down over his cock. He knew he would loose all composure if he looked.

However, the warm, soft suction left him, and travelled lower to gently lap at his balls, causing him to buck off the bed.

His actions were met with husky laughter, “steady,” and his hips were grasped in large, strong hands. When his legs were spread further he became naturally nervous, and nearly yelped at the first touch of the warrior’s tongue to his tight, quivering hole. The unexpected touch, the unexpected pleasure, was nearly his undoing. Just as Glorfindel had him moaning his name, the touch was gone.

He was about to complain but once again his mouth was taken, hard and fast.

“Do you have anything?” Was breathed into his mouth, the warrior’s husky voice, so much deeper in pleasure, sent a shiver through his spine.

“What..?”

“To ease the way.” He clarified.

He gasped involuntary, pulling away from the kiss that tasted of himself. Immediately Glorfindel began to backtrack. “We don’t have-”

“In the draw,” he answered, and reached up to press a soft kiss to the warrior’s lips in reassurance.

Glorfindel smiled, brushing their noses together briefly in a tender gesture, and leaned away and over him to rifle through the bedside draw. This awarded Erestor precious moments to compose himself, he closed his eyes tightly for a moment and took a deep breath. And then Glorfindel was back with him, kissing him.

“Thank you for this,” he gently touched the advisors flushed cheek, “I’ll make it good…”

He nodded, and from that point on was moulded by the warrior’s hands, guided by them. He was rolled onto his stomach, assured that that would make it easier, though the prospect of not seeing Glorfindel put him off some what. However, when feeling the warrior’s glorious chest pressed against his back, his lips whispering directly to his ear, it was enough to reassure him as thick fingers began to probe and stretch.

“Can you raise to your knees, beautiful?” Was whispered to him, and a kiss was pressed to his shoulder.

With shaky arms he pushed himself up, rising onto his knees, and spreading them farther apart at the guidance of large, gentle hands. And then it was happening. Something blunt, thick and warm was pressing into him slowly. Hands petted his flank, his back, sweet words murmured to him as the pressure became intense, filling him. The dark elf gritted his teeth against the burn, his arousal going limp at impossible girth inside of him stretched him to the limit.

Glorfindel reached under him, unsurprised when finding that the advisor was no longer hard. “Shh, I’ll make it good, promise,” he groaned, and began to stroke the dark elf back to hardness before allowing himself to thrust.

Erestor’s cock twitched back to life, and then the bulk behind him began to move. Shallow thrusts at first, going slowly, giving him time to adjust. Erestor let out a shuddering breathe, it was not pleasurable exactly, but the action, feeling of someone moving in and out of him, taking him, was erotic in itself.

It was hearing the advisor gasp, feeling his hips push back suddenly, that Glorfindel groaned in satisfaction at having found his mark.

“What - what was..?”

“That,” Glorfindel panted, “is what makes this so good.”

The warrior spread his knees, gripped those slim hips tightly, though was mindful to not hurt. He allowed himself to look down, seeing himself pull nearly all the way out, before pushing back in at a leisurely pace. Making sure to hit that gland with every thrust.

“Oh gods.. Glorf?”

“I know,” he gasped, “s’good?”

“Uhn.. yesss” the advisor hissed.

“Can.. can I?”

Erestor nodded his head, knowing what Glorfindel was asking for, and needing exactly that, more then anything he’s ever needed in his life he needed to feel him deeper, harder.

Glorfindel’s hips moved faster, taking the one in front of him deeper, he gripped those hips and moaned Erestor’s name. With every pull out, he would use his grip to then pull those hips back against him, burying himself until the dusky curls at his base met the softness of Erestor‘s crease, a slapping noise that would otherwise sound ridiculous, sounding nothing but utterly sensual.

Erestor was mesmerising. His uncertainty, which had made Glorfindel’s heart twist in a beautiful way, was replaced by pure want. His dark hair spilled around him as his head rested against his forearms, his back arched, spreading himself wide, offering all he had to the one taking him with such passion. His behind pressed into the warrior’s groin, barely separating as thrusts became jerky, desperate.

“Glorfindel!” He gasped, pushing himself back up onto his hands, pushing backwards.

“Shh,” Glorfindel’s hand knotted into his hair unexpectedly, pulling him up straight, his back pressed against the warrior’s chest. A strong forearm held him across his centre. “Touch yourself” he commanded - groaned.

Erestor did just that as one strong arm crossed his front , spanning from midsection to shoulder, anchoring him onto that thick heat. The other held him at the hip. And in a flash Erestor was erupting. With a loud cry he came, and at the last moment he found himself pushed forward, back onto his hands and knees as he was jerked into roughly from behind. Glorfindel called his name hoarsely, and Erestor gasped as he was filled with a wet warmth.

When feeling the warrior’s heaving chest press against his back, leaning on him, collapsing onto him, he had no choice but to lay flat onto his stomach, the warrior still inside of him.

It took some time for them to regain their breaths. Glorfindel’s hand curled around his shoulder from the front, pulling his shoulder back so that soft kisses could be pressed against it.

“Thank you,” he breathed, “Erestor I… thank you”

Erestor nodded, brushing his damp hair out of the way, off of his warm, sweat slicked neck.

“Anything for you” he whispered back.

~*~

There hadn’t been any awkwardness afterwards, asides for a few worrying moments where I felt my composure slipping at what it was Erestor had given me, had done for me. But with my masculinity thankfully intact, I was able to leave the next morning, after a long lay-in where we had spent the morning together, not making love, but simply talking. I suspect we were reassuring one another that our friendship was unaffected. That had been Erestor’s only worry. And I loved him for it.

It was his suggestion that I take a few days to really reflect on how it was I now felt. I didn’t need those few days. It wasn’t just the shock of the fall - still can’t think of marbles without grinding my teeth - it was just something I had realised I wanted, and had taken. It wasn’t a hunger now sated, it was a hunger now realised and barely touched upon.

At first this was something that worried me to no end. I worried that this would come between us, that I would always want more. I also knew that I could not ask for more, Erestor had given himself to me out of concern, out of love and friendship, but despite how much I knew he had enjoyed our encounter, I also knew it had not been out of desire on his part.

I had intended to be completely honest with him, to say all these things, and to make completely clear it would not touch on our friendship for one second. I would not impose myself on him again. But when next we spoke, the subtle differences in his demeanour convinced me to stay my tongue.

His eyes lit up when seeing me, the very first time - after our encounter - his cheeks had flushed ever so slightly. And rather then making fun of himself as I would have expected him to, he had tried to hide it. He followed my form when he thought I could not see, he kept a safe distance, only physically, during the day. His eyes narrowed when other males approached me, as innocent as it may have been. All this gave me more hope then I could of ever dreamed for.

So I waited, I did not give up, I did not push, I was the friend he had always had, but I waited for more. Waited for him to say anything, do anything. I waited for him to take a spill down the stairs. Metaphorically, of course. I did not wait long.

“Hello.”

I was sitting in the hall, listening to the bards. His soft voice, softer then usual, somehow more intimate.

“Hello, Erestor,” I beamed at him, gesturing for him to sit beside me.

He did so, and we were quite for a while. The hall was not quite empty but nearly so, we sat alone.

“I hear the twins have been forgiven for their forgetfulness.”

“Yes well, who can resist them when they makes such mournful little cries, and stare up at you with those big sad eyes of theirs.”

Erestor’s eyes narrowed at the familiar words.

“I’ll have you know Brambles is loosing weight.”

Glorfindel could not help but laugh. He sighed contently when Erestor slid closer, and laid his arm around those shoulders as if it were the most natural of all things. He showed no outward sign of surprise when Erestor’s hand slid into his, their fingers entwining, though inwardly he was delirious with relief.

“Glorfindel,” he whispered, “I find that my perspective has been altered, somewhat.”

Glorfindel said nothing, holding his breath, waiting.

“I took a spill.”

Glorfindel closed his eyes and swallowed hard, his thumb running over the advisors knuckles.

“You came to my rooms and I fell.” The crack in his voice enough to undo the warrior right there.

“Perhaps you should come to my rooms, and we can figure something out.” He whispered back.

Erestor nodded, stood, and pulled Glorfindel up with him. They walked silently from the hall, fingers entwined, and despite the pounding of blood in his ears, Glorfindel was still able to hear the advisor mutter.

“Going to buy those boys a whole bag of damn marbles.”

Glorfindel laughed, and urged them on all the quicker to his rooms.

The End.