Part 1 - Observations

Posted: April 2004
Title: More Lessons
Sequel to: Lessons
Author: Khylaren
Type: FCS
Characters: Erestor/Galathil (OMC)
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Orchyd Constyne
Warnings: Graphic Homoerotic (slash) content, mild BDSM
Author's Notes: I needed to have some more fun with these two, and explore their relationship just a little more. Smut that wouldn't go away, pretty much. So here it is.

Summary: Galathil's observations are noted by Erestor.

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Galathil looked up from his breakfast when Lindir entered the room, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched the minstrel prepare a plate for himself from the heavily laden sideboard. Oblivious to the Prince's regard, Lindir turned and found an empty seat at the long table and began to eat, interspersing long sips of juice between bites of food. Galathil watched the graceful column of Lindir's throat as he swallowed, followed the movement of his hands and mouth as he brought each bite of food to his lips. His own breakfast forgotten, Galathil watched hungrily as Lindir bit into a strawberry, catching errant drops of juice with the tip of his tongue.

A hand closed on the back of his neck, warm and familiar, and Galathil tore his gaze away from Lindir to smile up at Erestor.

"Maur aur, ernilen," Erestor said, his hand tightening briefly on the back of Galathil's neck. "Are you not hungry?" He glanced pointedly at the Prince's mostly untouched plate.

Galathil's smile faded and he swallowed, his body reacting to Erestor's commanding presence the way it always did; a combination of anxious excitement mingled with desire.

Erestor smiled faintly. He bent down, leaning to murmur in Galathil's ear. "Or perhaps it is not food you hunger for?" His breath was warm and caressing, his voice low. It sent a delicious thrill down Galathil's spine, though he struggled not to show it.

"I know not what you mean, my lord," Galathil managed to answer, taking a bite of something he did not even taste. A soft, knowing chuckle answered him.

"I will see you this afternoon in my study, ernilen, after tea. Do not be late." Erestor's hand caressed the back of his neck, before withdrawing.

"Yes, my lord," Galathil whispered, watching his lover stride away, his black robes flowing gracefully behind him. A soft, needful sigh escaped him, before he returned to his breakfast. As he slathered a soft roll with strawberry preserves, something made him glance over at Lindir.

The minstrel had obviously caught his exchange with Erestor, and glanced hurriedly away, his cheeks flushed in embarrassment. He rose, gathering his empty plate with him, and departed the dining chamber without a glance back.

A slow smile graced Galathil's lips as he watched Lindir retreat. Just before the elf had glanced away, their eyes had locked, and Galathil had read something in them he had not expected to see; a mixture of interest and curiosity.

So, Lindir was curious about his relationship with Imladris' Chief Counselor, Galathil mused, taking a bite of his roll. He wondered how the fair minstrel would feel if he knew what sort of tutoring Erestor did with Galathil when the door to his study was locked.

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"You are late."

"I am sorry, my Lord," Galathil replied, stepping past Erestor and watching him lock the door. "I was practicing archery and lost track of the time."

Erestor folded his hands behind his back and looked at Galathil, his _expression utterly mild, except for the heat in his dark eyes. "I told you not to be late."

Galathil's body reacted to the soft steel in Erestor's voice, to the unquestionable heat in his eyes. He dropped his head, looking at his hands. "I am sorry, my Lord," he repeated. His arousal was already hard and aching beneath his leggings.

"Disrobe, please, and stand by the desk."

His fingers trembled slightly with anticipation as he complied, fumbling over the laces of his leggings before sliding them over his hips. He folded his clothing neatly and placed it on the chair, before taking his position by the desk.

"Palms flat on the desk, please," Erestor said, moving away from the door to open the small cupboard in the corner.

With his hands on the desk, his back was to Erestor as he rummaged through the cupboard. He knew better than to turn his head to watch. He kept his gaze forward and waited, knowing from the familiar sounds that his lover had shed his outer robe and was standing behind him, clad only in his leggings.

"Legs further apart, ernilen," Erestor chided softly. "I should not have to remind you of this."

"Yes, my lord," Galathil whispered, parting his legs even further, so that his back arched in a way he knew Erestor found most pleasing. He felt the touch of his lover's hand glide down his spine and shivered, his arousal throbbing in response.

"Very nice, ernilen. Very nice." Erestor's hand moved lower, ghosting lightly over his buttocks before giving them a firm squeeze. "Tell me why you were looking at Lindir this morning."

Galathil's mind blanked for a moment. It was not a question he had expected. "My Lord?" Then he heard the sound he had been anticipating, the low whistle of leather through the air as Erestor swung the riding crop. It connected with a loud, crack against his buttocks and he flinched, more from the noise than from the pain of it.

"Do you want him?" Erestor crooned, swinging the crop again. Galathil hissed through his teeth as the sting of it sizzled against his skin. "Do you want to see him kneeling for you?"

"Yes," Galathil groaned. "Yes, my lord." Another stinging blow caressed his buttocks, and he arched his back, moaning softly. Tears spilled unheeded down his cheeks.

"Tell me," Erestor demanded softly. "What would you do?" His breathing had quickened as he continued to punish Galathil's buttocks, the leather turning the pale golden skin a becoming shade of pink.

Galathil swallowed, tasting his tears. "I would make him strip for me so I could see all of him." His buttocks burned now, feeling swollen and on fire from the strap. Still, Erestor did not stop. "I would make him pleasure himself in front of me."

"Then what?"

"Ai!" Galathil gasped, trembling uncontrollably. "I would…I would…" It was difficult to think. His body was on fire from pain and from desire, knowing that Erestor would take him roughly when he was through punishing him. A sob escaped him as he struggled to answer the question. "Then I would blindfold him and make him pleasure me with his mouth."

The blows stopped as suddenly as they had begun, and Galathil bowed his head, shuddering silently. Erestor's hand touched him, as if testing the heat of his skin.

"I would permit this," Erestor said softly, squeezing the abused flesh tenderly. "If you will grant me two things."

Galathil's eyes were closed as he struggled to control his breathing. "What is it you wish from me, my lord?" he whispered. Though he could not see Erestor's face, he could practically feel him smile.

"I would punish you every day after tea, so that every time you sit down, you are reminded of who you belong to." Erestor squeezed his buttocks again, eliciting another helpless moan from Galathil's lips. "And, if you endeavor to convince Lindir to submit to you, I would watch."

He heard the bottle of oil being opened and swallowed noisily. "Just watch?" Slick fingers probed his entrance, making him gasp. The fingers were replaced by a hard thickness as Erestor pushed into him with one, fluid thrust. He gasped, arching against him.

"Just watch," Erestor whispered. His long fingers gripped Galathil's hips tightly as he began to move, and the Prince was incapable of any further coherent thought. His hands moved to grip the edge of the desk, to steady himself as Erestor claimed his body. His arousal wept, aching and ignored, while the sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the study, punctuated by their harsh breathing and low groans.

He loved this, loved being taken by Erestor, loved being made to surrender his body and his will to his lover. The thought alone was almost enough to make him achieve his own release. Erestor's breathing became ragged, his movements erratic as his climax took him, and he reached forward, grasping Galathil's length in one hand, pumping it in time with his thrusts.

Galathil cried out, his body shuddering as he felt the heat of Erestor's seed fill him, his own release spilling from him and onto his lover's hand. His body spasmed, twitching in the aftershocks as Erestor leaned against him, his own breathing far from calm.

Erestor pressed a soft kiss against his shoulder, before pulling away. Galathil winced as his lover's movement brushed against the over-sensitive skin of his buttocks.

"Sore?" Erestor asked tenderly.

Galathil turned and took the soft cloth his lover handed him, cleaning the evidence of their passion from his skin. "Yes," he admitted. He knew he would not be able to sit this evening without discomfort.

A smile warmed Erestor's lips before he leaned forward and kissed Galathil. "Good," he murmured. "I would keep you that way."

Galathil's cheeks flushed as he looked away. "Yes, my Lord," he whispered, smiling a little. "Hannon chen." Strong fingers lifted his chin, directing his gaze back to Erestor's.

"Melin chen, Galathil," Erestor replied, wrapping his arms around him and holding him gently. "Go and take a nice, relaxing bath. The heat will help a little."

"Will you join me?" Galathil asked, pulling back slightly to look at Erestor.

His lover considered his request for a moment, before nodding. "Yes," he replied. "I will."

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