Hiding

Hiding

Posted: June 22, 2007
Title: Hiding
Author: LK
Type: FCS
Characters: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own any, just playing; I'll put them back when I'm done.
Warnings: Slash, which means graphic depictions of sex between two males.
Challenge: Daily Drabble, word of the day "hiding"
Timeline: Imladris, Third Age, long before the Fellowship

Summary: Glorfindel discovers something.

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Glorfindel gave a predatory smile as he watched an unsuspecting Erestor making his way down the corridor.

As usual, Erestor did not waste the time it took him to move from council chamber to office. The dark Elf put every moment of his day to good use, and this was no exception. As he walked, he had his head down, reading one of several missives in his hands. He had no need to watch his step, his feet unerringly followed the route he had traversed countless times over the millennia.

Glorfindel was aware that the Counselor had spent the better part of the day in exhausting meetings with Elrond and the delegation from Mirkwood, which seemed to be comprised of the most stubborn and cantankerous Elves Thranduil could find. Glorfindel knew his husband would be exhausted, frustrated and with his nerves taxed to the breaking point. Indeed, Glorfindel knew Erestor so well that just seeing the drawn expression on his face and the way he moved, he could tell instantly that the Advisor was as tense as a stretched bow string.

It was something Glorfindel had anticipated.

It was something Glorfindel could help alleviate.

As his unsuspecting husband drew even with his hiding place, Glorfindel's arm shot out to wrap around Erestor's shoulders and pull him into the shadowed alcove.

Erestor gasped as he was unexpectedly seized, whirled around and then pressed up against the stone wall. Although he had not served as a warrior in centuries, he kept his skills honed by sparring with his husband several times a week. Ordinarily, his warrior reflexes would have had him reacting to such an assault without his even thinking about it first. His preoccupation and aching head, however, dulled his response time, not to mention he never expected to be accosted in his own home.

Before he could cry out for help, his mouth was captured by the lips of another. Erestor tensed, preparing himself to shove off his unwelcome assailant and beat him to a pulp, when he realized that the taste of his "attacker" was very familiar, as were the fingers tangling in his jet-black hair.

Gratefully realizing it was Glorfindel who had waylaid him, Erestor sighed, partly with relief and partly with surrender, and relaxed into his husband's kiss, parting his lips to the soft tongue seeking entrance.

Their lips moved together tenderly, but not without passion. After the day's struggles, Glorfindel knew Erestor needed gentleness from him rather than the more forceful play they usually preferred.

Glorfindel released the dark Elf's mouth and trailed his lips softly across his cheek. He stroked a hand down Erestor's chest until he was cupping the bulge within the leggings the Counselor wore beneath his formal robes.

"What is this treasure you have been hiding from me?" Glorfindel whispered into a pointed ear, his voice husky with passion.

"You are hardly one to criticize others about hiding things, Fin," Erestor replied even as he rubbed himself against his husband's hand.

"Jumping out at you unexpectedly was the only way I could get you alone today," Glorfindel said before he began to lick and suckle the tip of Erestor's ear.

Erestor whimpered at the dual onslaught of his husband's mouth on his ear and the hand that had made its way under his robes and into his now-unlaced leggings.

Not to be outdone, Erestor's own hands sought the hardness between Glorfindel's legs. Before he could work his hand within the encasing fabric, however, Glorfindel pulled away from his questing fingers. Erestor was about to protest, but Glorfindel had already dropped to his knees and swallowed Erestor's straining member whole, leaving him gasping with pleasure and trying to control himself. He was barely aware of it when Glorfindel's fingers pulled his leggings down to pool at his ankles before urging him lift one foot to be freed of them.

Distantly, Erestor heard the soft "pop" of a cork being thumbed from a phial, but he was far too engrossed in what Glorfindel's hot, wet mouth was doing to him for it to register fully. All he knew was that a moment later, an oiled finger was pressing for entry to his body and he gratefully willed his muscles to relax to ease its way.

Gorfindel continued to lick and suck Erestor's arousal, greedily lapping at the pearly drops leaking from the swollen plum-colored head as he slowly prepared his lover. He kept his attention to Erestor's member light and teasing, pressing his free hand against the Counselor's hip to prevent him from thrusting into his mouth. He wanted to keep his lover on the edge. Soon he inserted a second finger into Erestor's tight passage, then a third, and when he could move the three easily within his husband's velvety heat, he gave one final lick to the leaking slit of Erestor's straining arousal and stood.

Erestor was whimpering and trembling with desire, whispering plaintive pleas to be taken and ridden. Glorfindel could not help but grin at seeing his beloved so completely undone. To him, there was no more beautiful sight.

Without any further delay, Glorfindel freed his own aching erection from his now too-tight leggings and slicked himself with the remaining oil. Keeping Erestor's back pressed against the wall, Glorfindel lifted the dark Elf's legs and wrapped them around his waist, grateful that not only was Erestor lean, but very nearly as tall as he was. He placed the head of his arousal at Erestor's prepared entrance and slowly pushed forward.

With an ease born of much practice, Erestor breathed deeply and relaxed his muscles, willing his fluttering channel to accept the intrusion of his mate's generous endowment. When Glorfindel was finally fully sheathed, the Advisor gave a blissful sigh.

Glorfindel paused for a moment, panting slightly at the exquisite sensation of being deep within Erestor's body and the sheer passion reflected on his spouse's face. This was the real Erestor, the one only he was allowed to see and he cherished the sight.

The Golden Elf had to fight the urge he had to simply let go and spend himself within the smooth glove squeezing him. As tempting as it was, he could not deny himself or Erestor the delicious torture of prolonging their coupling as long as possible.

When the counselor's velvety passage finally relaxed and ceased clutching him so tightly, he began to move. At first, he rocked gently, still gripped too tightly by that hot channel for more. Soon, though, he was gliding easily in and out of Erestor's slicked opening and he began to thrust faster and harder. Canting his hips at just the right angle, Glorfindel unerringly found his mark and Erestor cried out sharply as Glorfindel's hardness struck the bundle of nerves deep inside him. With every stroke, Glorfindel continued to brush the spot he knew would give his mate the greatest pleasure.

Somewhere within their fevered minds, they remained aware that they were still in a public, albeit somewhat concealed, location. They both tried to contain their cries of passion and moans of ecstacy. but if any had been passing the alcove, there would have been no doubt exactly what sort of activity was being conducted within its shadows.

With every thrust of Glorfindel's hips, Erestor's straining member was crushed exquisitely between their bodies, their clothing providing a wonderful friction that made Erestor groan with pleasure.

When Erestor threw his head back and tightened his legs around him, Glorfindel knew his lover was only a moment from tumbling over the edge and he pounded hard, determined to make Erestor's experience as shattering as he could. Watching his mate's face, Glorfindel smiled at the unbridled ecstacy he saw there as Erestor came hard and long.

Paying no heed to the hot, creamy jets that spurted onto their clothing, Glorfindel closed his eyes to better savor the pulsating channel that was gripping him. With a hoarse cry, he let it wring his own completion from him. He plunged into Erestor one final time as his own essence flooded his husband's body.

They stayed that way for a few moments as their softening members continued to twitch with the last of their mutual releases. Erestor rested his head on Glorfindel's shoulder as they held each other and enjoyed the shudders still coursing through them. Once they had regained their breath, Erestor lifted his head to lovingly look into the cornflower blue of his husband's eyes. Tenderly, they kissed, letting their lips slide together and linger languidly. Slowly, Glorfindel helped Erestor lower his legs and stand, which was not easy as their intense releases left them both feeling rather boneless. They helped each other straighten their clothes, but neither could really muster much interest in covering either their own sated bodies or their mate's delicious flesh.

Once they were reasonably presentable again, the creamy evidence of their activities that splashed onto their garments either concealed or wiped away as best they could with Glorfindel's handkerchief, they shared one last, loving kiss. Finally, they left the concealment of the alcove that would henceforth hold a wonderful memory for them, and stepped back into the corridor.

"Erestor! There you are. Where have you been hiding?" Elrond's voice rang out, his tone very impatient as he stalked toward them. He, too, was on edge from the unpleasant meeting with the Mirkwood Elves, and the strain showed. "I have been searching for you since you left the council room. We have much to discuss."

"My apologies, Elrond," Glorfindel responded smoothly before Erestor could speak. "'Tis my fault, I needed to speak with Erestor urgently on a personal matter."

Elrond frowned, looking from one to the other, not failing to notice their somewhat disheveled appearance, mussed hair and thoroughly debauched look. It was no great feat to guess what had caused Erestor's sudden disappearance.

"Indeed," Elrond growled. Ordinarily, he would not begrudge his best friends a quick tryst, but today was no ordinary day.

He opened his mouth, but before he could issue whatever remark he had planned, Glorfindel spoke again.

"I understand Celebrían is looking for you, as well, Elrond." He grinned wickedly before finishing, "On a similarly urgent matter, I believe."

Elrond's mouth closed with a snap at the implication, interest lighting his eyes. He was clearly intrigued.

Still grinning, Glorfindel took Erestor's elbow and turned to move down the hallway with its many dark alcoves. Still addressing his Lord, the Golden Elf said over his shoulder, "I think she is hiding about here somewhere."

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THE END

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