Payback

Payback

Posted: July 20, 2007
Title: Payback
Author: Kat
Type: FCS
Characters: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I just play with them! J.R.R. Tolkien created them and I gte no money out of this whatsoever.
Warning: Implication of slash, i.e. love between two males and silliness

Summary: “Shut up an be my eye-candy”

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“Shut up and be my eye-candy!”

Glorfindel knew his lover wasn’t kidding, so he remained silent while standing still. A contented look graced Erestor’s face. It was almost worth it. Almost. When he was about to open his mouth again, he clamped it shut, trying very hard to only think of the reward that would be waiting for him that night. It did nothing to ease his discomfort however, quite on the contrary. In this darned thing there was no way of hiding it.

A low chuckle drifted his way and the deep sound made him shiver. The sun was setting. It wouldn’t take too long now… If Erestor would just leave him be for another half an hour he’d be perfectly fine. Of course his lover was never so merciful.

“You would like for me to touch you now, wouldn’t you? For me to bury my long fingers in your hair before tugging it. Not hard enough to cause true pain, but strong enough to sting deliciously in anticipation. To run my tongue around the tip of your ear down to the lobe and nibble.”

A groan escaped Glorfindel’s full lips, which he wetted subconsciously. His need was very evident now. Erestor just remained sitting on his bench, enjoying the view.

“My hands would travel down your muscled chest, followed by my talented mouth and tongue, over your nipples and down to…”

“For Valar’s sake Erestor! Can’t it wait just a bit longer?” He was panting now, having difficulties controlling himself.

“You did let the report I had been working on for seven weeks fly away through the window, straight into a small pond…”

Glorfindel bit his lip. That was very much true and he felt sorry for it. It wasn’t his fault there had been a pond… He had only opened the windows to let some fresh spring air inside. Before he knew it, the papers were gone. Swallowing he nodded, this was the least he could do. But at least the dark-haired Elf had ceased taunting him.

In truth Erestor had a spare copy which Melpomaen had been writing for him. It was only two days behind on the original, so there really wasn’t much to make up for, but he wouldn’t tell Glorfindel that… yet. No, he was enjoying his lover’s punishment far too much! Having him there all day to admire and look at. It aroused him to no end, especially seeing him like this in the fading sunlight, with nothing but a… He was cut off by Glorfindel again.

“I can understand your anger, Erestor. But why in a bloody tutu?”

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THE END

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