First Steps

First Steps

Posted: December 2004
Title: First Steps
Author: Jay of Lasgalen
Type: FCS
Characters: Elrohir/Ardamin (OMC)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Tolkien's; not mine.

Summary: Elrohir finds he is attracted to one of his father's guests, and is shown pleasures he had never dreamed of. Written for the ‘First Times' challenge at Imladris slash, and prequel to ‘Conception Day Gifts'.

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Elrohir caught Ardamin's eye across the table again and dropped his gaze, feeling the heat in his face. He pushed his plate – still nearly full – away with a sigh. What he felt for Ardamin was wrong, for so many reasons. Ardamin was male, and many centuries his senior, and merely a visiting scholar. In a few months he would be gone, back to Mithlond, and Elrohir would probably never see him again.

Since his majority, many years ago now, he had always believed that one day he would meet an ellyth he would love with his heart and soul; that they would wed and raise elflings; and be as blissfully happy as his own parents were. Thought of any other form of sexual liaison – especially a brief dalliance – was unthinkable, and had never crossed his mind – until now. He sighed deeply. It would be easier to deny the attraction he felt for Ardamin, to dismiss it as an infatuation; if he had not been so sure that his feelings were returned.

He glanced at Ardamin again from the corner of his eye. The dark-haired elf smiled slightly and winked, then stood, making a whispered apology to his neighbour. He left through one of the many doors left open to the summer night. Elrohir swallowed hard, and took a deep drink from his goblet of wine.

"Well? Are you going? It's obvious he wants you to follow him," Elladan murmured beside him.

"What? Who? What are you talking about?" Elrohir demanded weakly. He felt mortified that Elladan was not only aware of the situation, he understood perfectly; and even seemed to approve.

"Ardamin, of course! I've seen the way you eye each other over the library shelves when you think no one is looking. And tonight – it's clear he wants you. Do you want him, El?"

Elrohir stared at his twin, blushing again. "I – I don't know. I can't help feeling that it's wrong, somehow."

"Wrong how? Go and talk to him, El – now. Find out just what he does want. Go on – he's not going to ravish you!" Elladan gave him an exasperated look. "I know you want to go to him, even if you don't."

With a sudden nod, Elrohir pushed back his chair and left the table, casually leaving through one of the other doors. The night was warm and dark, and high overhead a scatter of stars lit the sky. The air felt as soft and gentle as velvet on his heated skin, and he drew a deep breath. He moved deeper into the gardens, away from the light and laughter of the feast hall, listening to the sounds of the night. He could hear the chirp of crickets in the bushes bordering the path, and somewhere the liquid song of a nightingale. Near at hand was the soft hoot of an owl, echoed by another further away, almost drowned out by the music of the waterfalls. He drew another deep breath, and smiled with delight. It was a perfect night.

Yet where was Ardamin? Had he left it too long – had Ardamin given up waiting for him? Or had he been horribly, humiliatingly mistaken, and Ardamin's assignation was with someone else completely? He stiffened slightly at a sound behind him, then relaxed as gentle hands brushed against his neck, running through his hair, and drawing it back smoothly. "Elrohir," Ardamin murmured softly. "I was afraid you would not come – that you would not understand, or would not want to join me. Thank you."

Elrohir turned to face him, his heart beating rapidly. "Yes, I came. I wanted – I wanted to know what you wanted."

"This," said Ardamin simply, and he leaned forward to kiss Elrohir gently. His mouth was sweet, and tasted faintly of wine. Elrohir was startled, but returned the kiss hesitantly. Casual kisses between males were commonplace, and he had been kissed countless times by Elladan, his father, Glorfindel – but they had been nothing like this. There was a passion and hunger behind the gentleness, and Ardamin's tongue brushed against his lips. With a soft sigh, the scholar drew back, and smiled again.

A little nervously, Elrohir licked his lips, and realised he could still taste Ardamin. Emboldened, he stepped closer, and kissed him again, leaning against him and feeling a hand stroking the back of his neck; another encircle his waist. A jolt of pleasure ran through him at the sensations, and he felt himself stiffening. He was not the only one, he realised, for he could feel Ardamin's hardness pressing against his thigh. He gasped, and pulled back. "Ardamin, I …" He was unable to continue, uncertain what he wanted to say.

"You are so beautiful, my Elrohir," Ardamin whispered. "We do not have long – allow me to do this for you." As he spoke, he pushed Elrohir backwards two paces, until his back rested against a tree. Ardamin knelt before him. "Lift your tunic," he requested.

His heart still racing, and breathing unevenly, Elrohir obeyed. Ardamin loosened the ties on his breeches as well and tugged them down slightly, until Elrohir's semi-erect shaft was revealed. "So beautiful," Ardamin murmured again. "I will not hurt you. I promise you that I will never hurt you." He smiled. "You have never done this, I think." He took Elrohir's shaft into his mouth, and began to lick and suck gently, swirling his tongue around the tip.

Elrohir gasped, and bit back a cry that would have echoed around the woods of Imladris, and no doubt brought his father's warriors rushing to his rescue. The sensations were exquisite; unlike anything he had experienced before. There was one he could not muffle his cry from, however, and Elladan's concerned voice reverberated through his mind. *El, are you all right? What is he doing to you? Is he hurting you? Stay there, I'm coming!*

*No!* Elrohir thought back frantically. *No, I'm all right. Really. He's …* He moaned softly as Ardamin swallowed him deeply, then continued, *He's not hurting me. Don't worry, El.*

There was a pause as Elladan determined that his latest moan had been one of pleasure; not pain or fear, then he felt his twin smile. *What is he doing? No, on second thoughts don't tell me. Not in public. Later, little brother.*

Elrohir stifled a laugh, then gasped again as Ardamin grazed him with his teeth. "Oh, Valar! Don't stop, please!"

Ardamin stopped briefly to smile up at him. "You like this, my Elrohir? There is more." He began to lick and suck again, harder this time, taking Elrohir deeply into his throat once more. One hand caressed the downy testicles, and the other rose, sliding under Elrohir's tunic to brush against his nipples.

He moaned again, and leaned back against the tree, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. He had never felt like this before. He had pleasured himself once or twice, and on one occasion he and Elladan had touched each other; but this – this was different. This was beyond wonderful. He shut Elladan out of his mind firmly. They often shared emotions and thoughts, but this was something he did not want to share. Not yet. And if Elladan was still in the main hall, it could be embarrassing, to say the least, for him to share Elrohir's current experiences. Ardamin drew back again, tracing his tongue along the underside of Elrohir's erection, then swirled around the tip. The night air felt cool against his saliva-slick skin, and Elrohir moved his hands to Ardamin's head, clutching at him tightly.

As he felt the tip of Ardamin's tongue delve into the slit at the tip of his shaft, Elrohir whimpered and shuddered. "Ardamin, don't. Stop. Be careful – you don't want me to …" He stopped in embarrassment. How could he explain? If Ardamin continued what he was doing, Elrohir knew he would come. He could not spill himself in Ardamin's mouth!

"Oh, but I do want you to," Ardamin whispered. His tongue dipped in again, but then he pulled his head back, inclining it to gaze up at Elrohir. "Do you want me to stop? I will, if you do not want me to do this."

Elrohir cried out softly as Ardamin's mouth left him. Helplessly, beyond words now, he simply shook his head, unable to respond. His hips thrust forward instinctively as Ardamin swallowed him once again. He was engulfed in warmth and wetness, so very different to the touch of a hand. He was helpless now beneath Ardamin's onslaught, and three very different, equally exquisite sensations. There was the firm suction on his shaft, buried deep in the heat of Ardamin's mouth, and a warm hand cupping and caressing his testicles, squeezing gently. There was a hard finger and thumb pinching and tweaking at his nipples.

Elrohir twisted his fingers more deeply into Ardamin's hair, pulling him closer, and tried to thrust deeper into his mouth. He came with a shuddering, near-silent cry, his orgasm spilling in a hot flood, and gave a low moan as Ardamin swallowed again and again before finally releasing him. Trembling, unable to stand, Elrohir slid down the tree, the bark scraping his back through the thin material of his tunic until he sat at the base. Ardamin swallowed a final time, then knelt beside him and took him in his arms, kissing him deeply once more, his tongue probing. Elrohir returned the kiss passionately, and in addition to Ardamin's flavour of wine, there was an unfamiliar sweet, salty taste – his own essence, he realised.

With a sigh, Elrohir leaned his head against Ardamin's shoulder, sleepy and sated. "No one has ever done that before," he whispered. "Thank you – that was amazing."

"There is more; much more I could show you, if you will allow it," Ardamin replied softly. He drew away and stood, brushing earth from his knees. "But not now. Come, we should return." He held out one hand and pulled Elrohir to his feet, gently brushing pieces of bark from his hair as Elrohir refastened his breeches and pulled his tunic straight. Together they walked back to the house, stopping just before they reached the light that shone from the windows.

They parted, to return to the feast separately and unobtrusively, but then Elrohir turned back. "Ardamin? Tomorrow night it is your turn," he promised, and gave Ardamin a slow, sensual smile. As he was about to step back into the hall, Elrohir paused. He knew he had taken the first step on a new, uncharted path that night. The journey of exploration looked most enticing.

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THE END

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