Resurrection 5

Resurrection

Part 5

Posted: September 29, 2006
Title: Resurrection
Author: Larien Elengasse

Summary: Erestor and Glorfindel discover a new dimension to their friendship.

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They walked hand in hand into the house with Glorfindel carrying the blanket over his arm. The morning staff was just beginning their work; they could smell bread baking, and tea brewing, but none of the other household residents seemed to be awake yet. They climbed the stairs, unaware of the glances that followed them or the smiles that curved the lips of those few they passed. Upon reaching Glorfindel's door, they stepped inside.

Erestor's heart was racing as Glorfindel tossed the blanket onto a chair and threw the latch on the door. His friend approached him, taking his face in his hands and kissing him soundly. Erestor rose to the balls of his feet, allowing Glorfindel a thorough perusal of his mouth as his fingers began working the clasps on the Elda's robe. Glorfindel released him and allowed him to slide the heavy garment from his shoulders; Erestor watched as his friend stepped out of it and threw it on top of the chair. He then reached for the thin undershirt the Elda wore and pulled it over his head, his eyes hungrily taking in the warrior's body as it was bared to his gaze.

He was so beautiful. Glorfindel's muscles danced underneath his alabaster flesh as he moved, his golden hair fell around his shoulders, the tips brushing against his amber nipples. Erestor pressed his mouth to the warrior's collarbone, tracing it with his tongue and smiling as his friend moaned softly in response. He felt Glorfindel's hands in his hair, carefully removing his braids; the warrior's fingers then combed though his locks until they hung straight around his face. He pressed a soft kiss to one pert nipple, smiling as Glorfindel arched into the kiss. Then he took it in his mouth and suckled it until it grew hard and his friend groaned in response.

His fingers worked the laces on Glorfindel's breeches, and then he hooked his thumbs inside the waist and slid them past the warrior's hips. As Glorfindel stepped out of his shoes and the discarded leggings, Erestor traced the pale scar with his finger that ran from Glorfindel's ribs to his hipbone. He watched the warrior's abdomen shrink away and heard the soft gasp that came from Glorfindel's lips.

"Strange, all the times I have seen you chest-bare, I have never noticed this," Erestor murmured, and then began placing soft kisses the length of the scar.

Glorfindel cradled Erestor's head, his fingers massaging his friend's scalp as his flesh tingled and his arousal ached. Each soft kiss, each gentle caress lit his blood on fire; he had many lovers and many experiences in his days, but this counted among the most erotic of any of them, as simple as the gesture was. "Come, my raven-haired beauty," he murmured huskily. "Let me drink from your lips again." He drew Erestor back to his mouth and kissed him deeply.

Erestor began removing Glorfindel's braids as the warrior kissed him and unbuttoned his robe. He allowed his friend to remove the cumbersome garment and pull his undershirt over his head. Stepping out of his shoes as Glorfindel made a thorough perusal of his chest with his lips, he threaded his fingers in the warrior's golden locks and moaned. In his life, he had never been touched so reverently, kissed so gently, or loved so well. Celebrimbor had been a skilled lover, but their couplings had lacked the intimacy and the affection that this experience contained. Glorfindel kissed him and touched him as if he were worshipping him - it was something for which Erestor was wholly unprepared.

As he allowed his friend to remove his leggings, he felt himself guided toward the bed. With a playful shove, Glorfindel sent him backward and he flopped upon the thick mattress and was soon covered by his friend's form. He smiled so broadly he felt as though his face would split open; Glorfindel hovered over him on his hands and knees, his wavy locks spilling around his face like a golden waterfall. He watched as sapphire eyes darkened to deep midnight, and Glorfindel's pink tongue slipped out and wetted his lips.

"My, my, Erestor. I always suspected you would be beautiful naked, but I really had no idea just how beautiful." He dipped his mouth to a pale shoulder. "Mmm... such soft, ivory skin." He moved his lips to a dusky nipple. "Such elegant, lean, long limbs..." He gently nipped the pert bud then smiled as Erestor gasped and arched beneath him. "You are a study in perfection, my friend; dark and light, and so soft..." He crawled backward and dipped his mouth to Erestor's stomach. "Gods, you taste like honey and feel like silk..."

Erestor thought Glorfindel moved like a cat, with a predatory power and grace that caused him to tremble. His last sexual experience was one he had tried to forget, and he felt a wave of trepidation as he lay naked and vulnerable in his friend's bed. He knew Glorfindel would not hurt him, yet he could not banish the fear that clung to his heart.

"Roll over, my friend," Glorfindel murmured, and he noticed the slight hesitation before Erestor obeyed. He straddled Erestor's hips, placing lingering kisses upon the councilor's back as his hands caressed his friend's hips. "Do not be afraid," he whispered. "I will not harm you; I could never harm you." He placed a soft kiss upon one round, perfect buttock. "I love you, Erestor, you are my dearest friend."

Erestor squeezed his eyelids shut as he felt tears sting his eyes. I love you, he had said; Glorfindel had told him he loved him. He had not heard those words since his parents left Middle-earth. He pulled his knees up underneath him at Glorfindel's request and gripped the headboard in his hands. 'This is not like before; he is not like him,' he kept repeating in his mind. Hot, soft breath fanned his entrance and he gasped. Warm, soft lips pressed against it, then a wet, hot tongue circled it.

"Oh, gods, gods, what are you doing?" he breathed.

Glorfindel smiled. "Have you never experienced this, my beauty? Tell me your last lover was not so dull as to never have done this." He slid his tongue inside Erestor's tight opening and heard the whimpering cry that issued from his friend.

Erestor flinched at first, then immediately spread his legs and pressed back against Glorfindel's face. It felt so good, so very good; Celebrimbor had never given him this kind of pleasure. His arousal stood hard against his belly, slowly beginning to weep as Glorfindel's tongue slid in and out. Murmured pleas issued from Erestor's lips as his friend continued to pleasure him; yet, there was still a part of him that was afraid.

Glorfindel sensed the apprehension in Erestor; he had taken enough lovers in his day, experienced and novice alike, to know when one was not ready. He placed a gentle kiss upon his friend's entrance, and then guided Erestor to his back. Before his friend could utter a word, he took Erestor in his mouth and swallowed him deep.

Erestor cried out and bucked up into Glorfindel's mouth, still gripping the headboard with all his strength. As his friend took him deeper and faster, Erestor's hands found Glorfindel's head and he tangled his fingers in his golden mane and began to thrust into his mouth.

Glorfindel did not resist, he allowed Erestor to direct the pace and depth, savoring the musky scent that filled his nostrils and the salty tang on the back of his tongue. With a strangled cry, Erestor's essence flooded his throat and he drank him down, slowly lapping at his softening length as it slipped from his lips. He worked his way up Erestor's body, dropping lingering kisses upon his abdomen and chest. Lowering himself to his friend, he caressed Erestor's face and smiled as he watched the Noldo's lips slowly curve into a sleepy smile.

"I trust you are satisfied?" he murmured.

"Oh yes, most satisfied," Erestor purred. "But what of you? You have pleasured me twice and have yet to take your own."

"I will take whatever you give me, my friend," Glorfindel responded, "however you should like to give it."

"Come," Erestor answered in a soft whisper. "Let me taste you as you have tasted me."

Glorfindel smiled and gently bit Erestor's chin. "Your wish is my desire, my friend."

Erestor guided Glorfindel to his knees and encouraged his friend to straddle his shoulders. Holding his friend's hips, he guided Glorfindel's substantial length into his mouth. He gripped the warrior's backside, encouraging him to thrust once he adjusted to Glorfindel's length and width. His small, quiet moans reverberated along the Elda's length as he took him in, and he heard Glorfindel answer him in kind.

Glorfindel planted his hands on the wall over the bed, his head hanging down as he slowly flexed his hips and thrust into Erestor's mouth. His friend was quite skilled in this particular act, he thought distractedly as his long neglected arousal began to swell. A deep, growl issued from his lips as he spilled into Erestor's throat and his friend drank him down, then he tingled as Erestor licked him clean.

He lazily moved to lie beside his friend and then took Erestor into his arms. As he opened his eyes, he smiled and caressed Erestor's cheek.

"Who knew we would end up here?" Erestor murmured softly, placing gentle kisses upon Glorfindel's face.

"I did not know, but I hoped," Glorfindel answered with a smile.

"You should have acted sooner," Erestor grumbled half-heartedly.

"Perhaps you should have acted first," Glorfindel teased.

"Oh, I am not nearly so brave as you, my friend."

"Somehow, I doubt that."

"What shall we do this day?" Erestor asked as he snuggled close to Glorfindel.

"Spend it abed," Glorfindel answered. "I wager we shall have few opportunities to do so in the coming years."

Erestor closed his eyes, feeling safe and comfortable in Glorfindel's arms. "Aye," he murmured, stifling a yawn, "I think you are right."

"Sleep, my lover," Glorfindel murmured as he closed his eyes. "Then I shall ravish you more."

Erestor smiled and kissed Glorfindel's chest. "Mmm... my lover, I like the sound of that."

They held one another close as they drifted into reverie.

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Erestor woke to the smell of warm bread drizzled with honey and fresh-brewed tea. He sat up slowly and rubbed his face then pushed his hair behind his ears. Sitting next to a small table was Glorfindel, his robe hanging open in a most tantalizing manner and his bare feet propped on a small stool. Erestor watched as his friend dipped a blackberry in freshly whipped cream, then popped it in his mouth.

"So, my raven is awake," Glorfindel said, then licked his fingers. "There is plenty here for two. You should replenish your strength." He winked.

Erestor smiled wickedly and scrambled from the bed, not bothering to wrap himself in his robe. He crossed the room and straddled the Elda's lap, placing a slice of peach between his teeth and leaning down to feed his friend.

Glorfindel smiled and snaked his hand behind Erestor's neck, then accepted the proffered fruit, but not before sharing it with him. "Mmm... this is a lovely way to have an afternoon snack," he murmured, then licked Erestor's lips.

"How late is it?" Erestor purred, his eyes closed as Glorfindel's tongue teased his lips.

"We have a few hours yet until the evening meal."

"Another grand affair?"

"Nay, just you, me, Gildor, Lindir, and Elrond, in his private dining room."

"How came you by this information?" Erestor murmured into the warrior's ear.

"I was informed by our lord's chambermaid when I stole into the kitchen to retrieve a snack for us. Somehow, I am not sure she approved of my attire."

Erestor sat back with a grin. "Tell me you did not go down to the kitchens dressed like that."

"Oh, but I did. I ensured my robe was closed first." He winked.

"You are truly shameless, Glorfindel."

Glorfindel bestowed a playful slap to Erestor's bare backside. "You are just discerning this now?" He smiled as Erestor laughed. "To bed with you, Councilor, you and I are not finished yet."

"Yes, my lord," Erestor answered, departing Glorfindel's lap and placing a slice of bread between his teeth. He watched as Glorfindel picked up the small jar of honey.

"I think this might be of use," the Elda crooned as he approached the bed.

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