Cold Kisses

Cold Kisses

Posted: October 6, 2006
Title: Cold Kisses
Author: Tena
Type: FCS
Characters: Glorfindel/Thranduil
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Prof. J.R.R. Tolkien. I make no claim to these characters and use them solely for entertainment purposes. No money is being made.
Warnings: Questionable uses for ice and consensual sex between males.

Summary: Written for 50kinkyways prompt 9 - Ice.

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Glorfindel entered his chambers and quickly stoked the fire. He removed his heavy cloak, shivered and rubbed his hands together as he warmed by the fire. The early winter snow had taken everyone by surprise but fortunately, for Glorfindel, it forced his lover to remain in Imladris rather than returning to Mirkwood as planned. Thranduil was meeting with Elrond and then he and Glorfindel planned to have a private dinner in their room.

Glorfindel set out preparing the room by lighting candles, changing the linens, preparing a bath and strategically place a few vials of oil around the room so one would not be too far out of reach when needed. The golden warrior then peered out of the balcony doors, admiring the beauty of the white blanket of snow on the ground and the railing of the balcony. He noticed the icicles hanging from the house and grinned as he formulated a plan.

Thranduil opened the door to Glorfindel’s chambers and smiled at the sight of lit candles, the roaring fire and the dining table filled with food.

“Meleth?” He called.

“I’m in the bath.” Glorfindel called from the bathing chamber. Thranduil began removing his clothing, poured two goblets of wine and climbed into the bath with his lover. Glorfindel pulled the king forward and claimed his lips and then his cock. He stroked the king as he sucked and nipped his bottom lip. Thranduil moaned and moved closer to his lover, gripping the back of Glorfindel’s head, fisting his hair and grasped the warrior’s arousal, matching their stokes. They came together and relaxed briefly before leaving the cooling water and sharing a meal.

“How was your meeting with Elrond?” Glorfindel fed Thranduil a grape from the bowl of fruit they were sharing for dessert on the rug in front of the fire.

“It was well. He gave me a missive from Legolas, letting me know all was well and to enjoy my winter vacation. It seems Orophin and Rumil are spending the winter in Mirkwood. Of course, this makes Legolas very happy.” Thranduil chuckled and shook his head. “I will have to have everything washed when I return home. I do not wish to think of all the things they will be doing all over the cave.”

“Perhaps you can show me some of the things we would be doing if we were in the caves.” Glorfindel wiggled his eyebrows.

“I would love to, my love. Just give me one moment.” He went into the bathing chamber, which gave Glorfindel his opportunity. He quickly when to the balcony, opened the doors and brought in a bowl, placing it under a chair near the rug.

Thranduil returned and lay down next to Glorfindel. They commenced exploring each other’s bodies. Glorfindel covered the king’s body with his own and kissed his way down to his intended target, the royal erection. He licked the hard shaft and while Thranduil writhed and whimpered, the warrior reached into the hidden bowl, removed an icicle, and placed it in his mouth, running his tongue over the frozen shard.

Glorfindel used his other hand to keep the king distracted and then placed his icy cold lips and tongue around the king’s arousal. Thranduil hissed and threw his head back. “By the Valar, Fin, that is cold. What did you…?” His words were stopped when a frozen shaft was pressed against his puckered entrance. “Glorfindel!” he shouted and bucked his hips.

“Ssshhh. Relax and enjoy.” Glorfindel took another icicle and put it in his mouth while slowly and carefully working the other shard in Thranduil’s opening. When he felt his mouth was cold enough, he sucked in his lover’s erection again. Glorfindel pressed the icicle further into his royal lover’s passage and then tilted it, touching his prostate. Thranduil screamed something unintelligible and was unable to form coherent thought with the double assault of cold on his arousal and deep inside him.

“Aiya, Glorfindel, please, I can take no more. I need you and your heat within me. Now melethron, saes.” The king pleaded.

Glorfindel placed another icicle in his mouth and sucked on it while he oiled his shaft. He removed the almost completely melted shards from his lover’s passage and his own mouth and leaned forward. He took Thranduil’s mouth in an icy kiss and slowly pressed inside his channel simultaneously. The king gripped his golden lover’s hips, pressing him deeper inside; aching for the heat he craved and thrust his tongue inside Glorfindel’s mouth trying to warm all of the places that were cold.

The king wrapped his legs around his lover’s waist, they began thrusting their hips, and the Mirkwood king yelled as his prostate was hit repeatedly. Glorfindel buried his head in the crook of his lover’s neck, whispering endearments and encouragement to his love.

Their bodies were coated in a fine sheen of sweat and together they found release, shouting into the night. Thranduil clawed at Glorfindel’s back and then held him tightly while they rode the wave of bliss. As their breathing calmed and Glorfindel slipped from the king’s body and lay beside him he began to chuckle. “Do you think Legolas and the Galadhrim know that use for icicles?”

Thranduil squeezed his eyes closed tightly. “Glorfindel, please, as exciting as that was and as much as I enjoyed that experience, *that* is a visual I can do without,” he kissed Glorfindel and grinned. “Do you have anymore icicles in here? I think I would like to try that on you.”

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THE END

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