Title: While You
Warning: m/m slash
Disclaimer: I do
own these characters, nor do I make any profit from them. Any writing I
done with a deep respect for Tolkien and out of an abiding love for his
Acknowledgements: Thank you to Tehta, for her help in editing
wants to sleep; Glorfindel has other ideas. Short PWP.
This PWP fits
into the "Sweetness and Gall" story arc.
lovely picture was drawn by the talented Nellas of Doriath. Her
work can be found at http://www.hithanaur.net/nellas/]
Glorfindel lay on his side,
the sleeping Elf beside him. Although
Anor had risen in the sky and the Last Homely House was beginning to
Erestor was still deep in slumber. It
may have had something to do with the fact that the Mirkwood delegation
just left Imladris after nearly a week of gruelling negotiations. The proud wood Elves, like their haughty
king, were difficult to please but had to be indulged if relations
two realms were to remain cordial. And
Erestor, as Elrond's chief advisor, was the one responsible for
no toes were stepped on and no rash statements were made.
He had risen to the challenge, as always, and
his sharp mind and cool demeanour had stood him in good stead
entire ordeal. But the long week had
taken its toll, and he now slept, weary from the burden of office he
shouldered so well.
his lover, stretched out on his stomach in the wide bed, and smiled. He liked Erestor this way, the way he looked
when asleep, the way no one else ever saw him.
This was not the artful politician capable of disarming incensed
opponents with a well-placed phrase. Nor
was it the black-clad silent figure ever present at Elrond's side,
listening and assessing the situation.
Nay, that Elf's features were always schooled in a mask of
maintained indifference, watchful circumspection. This
Elf –- the Elf softly breathing beside
him –- was unguarded and serene, and looked trusting in his stillness. Lying there with black hair falling into his
eyes, his cheek slightly creased from the soft pillow, Erestor appeared
youthful, almost innocent.
beautiful. The high cheekbones, pale
skin, well-formed body –- Glorfindel took it all in and felt his desire
stir. The light sheet, carelessly draped
over them both, covered little and left the lovely advisor's body bare,
Glorfindel's gaze. Glorfindel felt a
lump in his throat at the thought of how vulnerable his lover looked in
sleep; the iron-willed counsellor now all softness and curves. The line of his back, the bend of an elbow,
the arch of a narrow foot –- they all made Glorfindel want to reach his
out and touch the loveliness spread out before him.
did. Lightly at first, so as not to wake
his sleeping lover, Glorfindel let his fingers explore the planes of
other's body, softly yielding and still warm from sleep.
His hands mapped out the strength of muscle,
brushed the sharp contour of spine and lingered on the curve of his
amazed that an Elf who was known for his abrasiveness could be so
the touch. The delicate paleness of the
two round globes under his fingertips brought a smile of amusement to
Glorfindel's lips. If those who faced
the fearsome Erestor across the negotiating table ever found out his
as soft as the down of newly hatched ducklings they would never quake
intimidating stare again.
rose from the rumpled sheet and swatted Glorfindel's arm as if it were
Erestor murmured, his eyes still unfocused, then burrowed deeper into
love," murmured Glorfindel into a pointy ear, "I won't disturb your
rest. Let my hands soothe you. See?
Gentle hands..." And, with that, he began to trace slow circles
across the other's skin, barely brushing it with his palms. Gradually, as Erestor relaxed and fell back
into reverie, Glorfindel increased the pressure of his touch, massaging
pale flesh more firmly. The exhausted
advisor did not stir.
glint in his eye, Glorfindel quietly reached over to the nightstand and
retrieved a small bottle of oil. Coating
his palms, he resumed his ministrations, gradually letting his hands
the cleft between Erestor's parted thighs.
At first his touch was hesitant, then, more purposeful, as his
fingers found, to their delight, that Erestor truly was relaxed in his
slumber. The advisor's unguarded opening
yielded easily under patient pressure, and Glorfindel's fingers gently
took care to move
his digits slowly, not wanting to overwhelm with sensation, but trying
to soothe the sleeping Elf into readiness.
Unhurriedly he probed, while tracing calming circles in the
Erestor's back. Finally, satisfied that
his lulled partner was indeed prepared, he slicked his erection and
ever so carefully, penetrated.
stilled, and leaned over his lover, resting his forearms on both sides
sleeping one's back. Erestor shifted
slightly, half-aware that he was now quite securely pinned to the bed,
mumbled something incoherent. «He
be more worn out than I realized,» thought Glorfindel, placing an
kiss on the dark, tangled mane beneath him.
Then, careful not to startle his lover into too-sudden
began to move.
steadily, every shift of his hips measured and slow.
Leisurely he explored Erestor's taut passage,
relishing the heat surrounding him, enjoying the closeness of the
back against his chest. Closing his
eyes, he lost himself to a gentle, even rhythm, stroking rather than
caressing his sleeping lover from within.
Erestor stir, shifting in the tangled sheets and instinctively arching
to meet the tender intrusion. The sleepy
advisor's eyelashes fluttered and his dark eyes regained their focus. Half smiling, he turned his head to look at
the powerful Elf claiming him.
whispered, "I'm awake now. I
suppose you're happy?"
love." Glorfindel nipped the tip of his lover's ear. "Yes, waking you
was my intention."
sleep, could you?"
were more delicious things to be done, no." Glorfindel slightly
his momentum. "I couldn't resist you, lying there in all your glory. So open, so trusting. All
wicked Elf, Glorfindel," Erestor said, his eyes closed once again and
breathing becoming shallow.
was right not
to trust you when you first pursued me." The advisor arched his back
more, moving in time with his lover now.
"You're sneaky. Always
trying to catch me unguarded. Wanting to
breach... my defences." His voice hitched in his throat and he released
his breath with a hiss.
stop..." Glorfindel's tone was teasing.
keep on... breaching."
quiet laugh and applied himself to his task in earnest.
Still gentle and steady, he now rocked with
more force, determined to bring them both toward a shared climax. Erestor rose up to meet him, giving as much
as he took, surrendering his body completely to his lover's attentions.
Elves were quiet
now, intent on pursuing the course that Glorfindel had set. They strove in tandem, breathing slowly
becoming ragged, grace giving way to more feverish movements. The quiet of the bedchamber was disturbed
only by the soft creak of the bed and the occasional quiet whimper. When orgasm finally claimed them they did not
cry out, but let pleasure wash over them in silence, Glorfindel
quivering thighs, buttocks tensed; Erestor burying his head in his
can go back
to sleep now if you want," Glorfindel whispered into his lover's hair,
hands gently stroking a narrow hip.
Erestor was already there, curled up on his side, one palm balled into
fist in the manner of a small child.
at the sight
before him, Glorfindel nestled close to the tired Elf, vowing to guard
well-deserved rest, even from scoundrels like himself.