“Peace!” The sound of Glorfindel’s laughter was surprisingly nice and didn’t hurt his head too much. Erestor looked over at him, their eyes meeting and holding each other’s gaze. Glorfindel’s laughter faded away, but a smile lingered on the corners of his mouth and Erestor felt warmth pool deep in his gut.
No one moved first; instead, together. Their mouths met, held and Erestor tangled his fingers into the sun-yellow hair falling on him. Glorfindel encircled him with an arm and pulled Erestor into himself. Headache forgotten, he sank into the kiss, memory lighting up like fireflies in the wake of Glorfindel’s mouth, tongue and touch.
It ended too soon, soft lips pressed one more time on his and then Glorfindel sat up. Erestor stayed where he was, certain the world had begun spinning again. His eyes followed Glorfindel as he walked to the guestroom door, opening it a crack and looking out.
“What was that?”
Glorfindel looked back over his shoulder. “Tasting the flower?”
“I am no flower, Glorfindel. I’m a walnut, with a shell you can break your teeth on.” Erestor pulled himself up, reluctant to face the day, but he realized that the world was fast encroaching.
“I know that, but it sounded better than tasting your sweet meat.”
Erestor laughed in spite of himself. “You have a point there.”
“We should do this again sometime.” It was casual - off hand, even - and Erestor was caught off guard. Nothing had really gone the way he’d expected, right from the beginning of his brandy-soaked night.
“You don’t do difficult.”
“Sometimes life calls for an exception,” Glorfindel replied, with a glance outside the door. “Well, now’s my chance. I’ll see you at the meal, after a shower and fresh clothes.”
“All right.” A thought struck him. “Glor?”
“Hmmm?” Half way out the door, Glorfindel turned around to look back at him.
"You’ve got a nice ass." Erestor grinned, a decidedly devil-may-care attitude developing in the wake of his hangover.
"Thank you." Glorfindel took it in stride, but as he slipped out the door he added a wiggle just for Erestor’s benefit.
"Go!" Erestor laughed, shaking his head. He wasn’t sure what to make of these developments, or what Glorfindel’s suggestion would lead to. But he was curious, and while that habit had perpetually gotten him into trouble, he was too old to change now. If nothing else, maybe life in Valinor wouldn’t be boring.
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No one moved first; instead, together. Their mouths met, held and Erestor tangled his fingers into the sun-yellow hair falling on him. Glorfindel encircled him with an arm and pulled Erestor into himself. Headache forgotten, he sank into the kiss, memory lighting up like fireflies in the wake of Glorfindel’s mouth, tongue and touch.
It ended too soon, soft lips pressed one more time on his and then Glorfindel sat up. Erestor stayed where he was, certain the world had begun spinning again. His eyes followed Glorfindel as he walked to the guestroom door, opening it a crack and looking out.
“What was that?”
Glorfindel looked back over his shoulder. “Tasting the flower?”
“I am no flower, Glorfindel. I’m a walnut, with a shell you can break your teeth on.” Erestor pulled himself up, reluctant to face the day, but he realized that the world was fast encroaching.
“I know that, but it sounded better than tasting your sweet meat.”
Erestor laughed in spite of himself. “You have a point there.”
“We should do this again sometime.” It was casual - off hand, even - and Erestor was caught off guard. Nothing had really gone the way he’d expected, right from the beginning of his brandy-soaked night.
“You don’t do difficult.”
“Sometimes life calls for an exception,” Glorfindel replied, with a glance outside the door. “Well, now’s my chance. I’ll see you at the meal, after a shower and fresh clothes.”
“All right.” A thought struck him. “Glor?”
“Hmmm?” Half way out the door, Glorfindel turned around to look back at him.
"You’ve got a nice ass." Erestor grinned, a decidedly devil-may-care attitude developing in the wake of his hangover.
"Thank you." Glorfindel took it in stride, but as he slipped out the door he added a wiggle just for Erestor’s benefit.
"Go!" Erestor laughed, shaking his head. He wasn’t sure what to make of these developments, or what Glorfindel’s suggestion would lead to. But he was curious, and while that habit had perpetually gotten him into trouble, he was too old to change now. If nothing else, maybe life in Valinor wouldn’t be boring.