None *NC-17*
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Title: None ( Sequel to One Day.)
Author: red_lasbelin
Disclaimer: Not mine . . . anyone want to give them to
me?
Warnings: DO NOT READ AT WORK!!! Slash, Rimming, Masturbation, Angst , Lemon
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Feedback: Yes, please!
Beta: Keiliss - I force her to do it cause she started
the plot bunnies...
Archive: Sure, if you want it. Just e-mail me:
red_autumn@mail2gold.com
Summary: Erestor isn’t getting any....
AN/ All Keiliss’ fault...don’t blame me. I wasn’t
really thinking of writing till she came along! Do you
know that this is 13 pages of smut??????
AN2/I just had a naughty thought. For all the people
reading One day at work...Glorfindel was fucking
Erestor in his office!!!!!!!!!!!
*-*-*
‘None’
I cannot believe this, Glorfindel thought as he stared
at his limp member. How could something like this
happen?
"What's wrong?" Erestor asked from beneath him. He was
sprawled out across the bed, flushed and ready for
Glorfindel's erection. The white sheets were wrinkled
beneath his pale, lithe form, and his dark hair clung
to his sweat-soaked forehead.
By all means, Glorfindel should have felt aroused. He
had Erestor, his ultimate fantasy, gazing up at him
through heavily-lidded lashes. His rose-petal lips
were red and swollen, glistening with saliva from the
pressure of his kisses. High cheekbones were painted
in a pink flush, and midnight black hair fanned across
the white bed-sheets. Even his slim form was slightly
flushed. His smooth, cream-colored chest heaved from
the pressure of arousal, displaying red trail marks
caused by nails raked across his taut stomach, and a
hard arousal stood between slim, milky-white thighs,
dripping with pre-cum, begging for Glorfindel's
attention. He should have felt aroused. He _was_
aroused. But the source of his pleasure lay limp
between his muscular thighs. Inattentive.
"Glorfindel?" Erestor sounded worried now.
Before Erestor could notice anything wrong, Glorfindel
jumped from his position between Erestor's legs,
leaping off the bed and running into the bathroom. He
slammed the door with a loud 'BAM!' and locked it
before Erestor could follow.
"Glorfindel! Meleth, what's wrong? Are you alright?"
Erestor pounded on the wooden door with both his
fists. Alarm flooded through him as he tried the
bronzed doorknob, not at all surprised to find it
locked.
Glorfindel ignored the pounding and backed away from
the door. With his back to the marble tub he sat down
on the floor and stared at his limp length.
This can't be happening, he thought, over and over
again. He wrapped a strong hand around the base of his
sex, stroking the soft skin, encouraging it to
engorge. But no matter how tight he made his fist, no
matter how hard he stroked the limp cock, the skin
remained loose and wrinkled within his callused hand.
With a loud sigh, Glorfindel leaned back, pressing the
back of his head against the cool surface. A painful
throbbing began at his temples. He brought a hand up
and pinched the bridge of his nose, taking deep
breaths, telling himself that he shouldn't panic.
"Why me Vala?" he muttered mournfully.
From behind the door, Erestor continued to call for
him.
"Erestor, just. . . give me a moment, please?" said
Glorfindel, not knowing what to say.
There was no way in Mandos he was going to tell
Erestor he couldn't have an erection. As much as he
loved Erestor, as much as he knew Erestor wouldn't
hold it against him, he couldn't suffer such a massive
blow to his ego.
Glorfindel the balrog slayer was impotent.
What did he do today? Have too much to drink? No...
Think! Think! He commanded himself.
*-*-*
Earlier that day, Glorfindel had awoken to Erestor's
kisses, as he did every morning. They had made love,
and Glorfindel's erection had been working wonderfully
then. He could still feel the hot tightness of
Erestor's channel gripping his length, drawing him in,
clenching around him like a vice. He could still hear
Erestor's moans as he clawed at his back, begging for
more, harder, deeper, pushing his hips down to meet
Glorfindel thrust for thrust. There was no doubt that
Erestor had felt his cock then, driving deep inside
him, splitting him open, impaling him over and over
again. And Glorfindel was certain of the hot fire that
gushed out of his arousal, coating Erestor's insides
with the sticky essence of his seed.
So what had happened after that?
He remembered taking a hot bath. While he had been
washing his hair, Erestor had joined him, and they
spent half-an-hour moaning and groaning.
Again, there was no doubt that his cock had been
working at that stage.. He had pushed Erestor up
against him and rammed into his tight opening, over
and over. If he closed his eyes, the picture was still
fresh within his memory.. Further proof was the bright
redness surrounding the wrinkled skin of Erestor's
opening. The cherry-red entrance was still stretched
from his earlier penetration, and some of his cum
still rimmed the sides When he took Erestor, his
length had slid inside him easily, already lubricated
from the stickiness still within him. He had fucked
Erestor harder that time. Little mewls of pleasure had
burst from his swollen lips in strangled cries, a
mantra of, "Glorfindel, harder! Please, melethron,
harder!" on his lips. And once again, he had filled
Erestor with his seed, feeling some of the warmth seep
down his lover's slender thighs.
After the shower, he and Erestor had headed to the
Main Hall for breakfast. Elrond and the others had
joined them, so that put a damper on Glorfindel's
plans to throw Erestor into the nearest dark corner
and fuck him senseless. Instead, they had to listen to
Elrond's plans for repairs to the bridge stretching
across the Bruinen. At least Erestor was seated across
from him, licking his spoon full of yogurt with hooded
eyes. His moist, pink tongue trailed across the spoon,
mimicking his incredible talent for giving head. It
had been a turn on to watch, and Glorfindel had been
painfully hard, which told him it had still been
working then - although he could remember his
frustration at not being able to throw Erestor over
the table and take him right there in the middle of
the dining area.
Breakfast had passed within an hour. Glorfindel had
one training class to teach and then he could spend
the rest of Erestor’s day off with him. He had headed
straight to the quarters he shared with Erestor after
the class.. There, he had found his councilor sprawled
across the bed, naked and aroused, writhing against
the white-sheets as he stroked his length. Glorfindel
had stood there for a moment, watching as Erestor drew
his legs up on the bed, bending them at the knee and
spreading his legs wide. The pink pucker of his
entrance clenched and unclenched in pleasure. Beads of
sweat covered his lithe, milky body. And his
rose-petal lips were parted, eliciting mewls of
pleasure as he thrust his hips up into his fist,
gaining more friction.
From there, Glorfindel had removed his clothes and
positioned himself between Erestor's slim legs. And
that was when he had realized his erection was broken.
He hadn't consumed any liquor. And he hadn't done
anything out of the ordinary.
Then why couldn't he get his cock up?
*-*-*
"Glorfindel? Open the door, please," Erestor pleaded
from the other side.. "Did I do something wrong?"
Glorfindel blinked as the sound of Erestor's voice
brought him out of his thoughts.
How long had he been in the bathroom?
He looked down at the limp member between his smooth,
golden thighs and cursed silently. In a last ditch
effort, he wrapped his hand around his cock again,
giving himself a few strokes before snarling in
frustration.
He was still broken.
"Glorfindel," Erestor called again.
Swallowing a lump that had gathered in his throat,
Glorfindel rose from the floor and opened the bathroom
door.
A worried brunette greeted him on the other side.
"What's wrong?" asked Erestor as he nibbled on his
bottom lip, an action that always made Glorfindel hard
in an instant - but his cock remained motionless
between his legs, hanging like a deadweight.
"I. . ." Damn his pride! He didn't know what was
wrong, and if he ever wanted to have sex again, he
needed help. "I. . . I'm limp," he mumbled.
"You were in there for a long time," Erestor said in a
soft voice. It was then that Glorfindel noticed the
black, silk robe wrapped about him. Normally, Erestor
walked around the room naked. His lover had come a
long way from the inexperienced elf he had first met,
but that was another story. What he was interested in
now was getting his cock to work. The innocent, naive,
side to Erestor had returned. A confused expression
graced his beautifully-carven features, and he said,
"What do you mean?" as he looked at Glorfindel,
clearly puzzled. Then suddenly it all made sense...
Erestor fainted.
~~Twenty minutes later~~
"Erestor, are you alright?" Glorfindel asked worriedly
when Erestor regained consciousness.
Erestor slowly sat up from the ground and nodded his
head. He looked up at Glorfindel and said, "What are
we going to do?" His voice sounded strained. The
worst-case-scenario had presented itself: he wouldn't
be able to feel Glorfindel inside him. Erestor looked
pale on the tiled floor, his robe revealing his
smooth, slender thighs.
"Now what?" he asked..
"Now we're going to have sex," said Glorfindel.
"But I thought--"
"No one turns me on more than you do, meleth. If
anyone can cure me, it's you." Glorfindel sat down on
the double-bed and leaned against the wall. "Give me a
show."
A seductive smile graced Erestor's still-swollen
mouth.
Glorfindel's sex-kitten had come out to play.
*-*-*
Erestor began to fiddle with the tie holding his robe
together. He licked his ruby lips as he gazed at
Glorfindel through half-lidded eyes. Once he got the
tie undone, he let it fall to the floor soundlessly,
moaning a little when the silk fabric brushed his bare
skin.
No one could be sexier than Erestor, Glorfindel
thought, as pale hands moved across equally pale,
delicious skin. The black robe split open down the
center, revealing a few inches of enticing nakedness.
Glorfindel groaned when Erestor ran his hands down the
center of his chest. Fingers dipped beneath the black
material, before sliding down, open-palmed, across
smooth skin.
Muscles quivered as Erestor raked his nails across his
stomach. Light-pink trails were left in their
aftermath, circling around his indented naval. A small
moan spilled from his lips as his erection twitched
for attention.
And Glorfindel became aware of the limpness between
his muscular thighs again.
Glorfindel cursed as he glared at his cock. While he
was aroused and needing to fuck Erestor, his sex just
stayed there, unmoving.
"Glorfindel?" Erestor had moved onto the bed without
Glorfindel noticing. He straddled his lover's thighs
and cupped his face between his hands, leaning forward
to place a kiss on his pale, enticing lips.
There was nothing that Erestor wanted more than the
elf between his legs. It was still hard to believe
that Glorfindel wanted him, but he made no complaints
about his irrationality. As long as this gorgeous
blond continued to want him, he would be with him. If
he could make him happy, that would be even better.
At the moment, however, a frown marred Glorfindel's
perfectly chiseled features. His blond hair was a
disheveled mess, but this only enhanced his natural
good-looks. Sapphire eyes were narrowed in
frustration, and his eyebrows were drawn together,
forming a small crease in his forehead. Every muscle
in his body was strained in frustration.
"It's alright," Erestor murmured against Glorfindel's
lips. He leaned back and traced the outline of
Glorfindel's mouth with his index finger, causing a
slight shiver to move through his body.
"It's _not_ alright," growled Glorfindel.
A gasp passed though Erestor's lips as Glorfindel
placed his hands on his slender hips, gripping hard
enough to leave bruises.
Hoping to induce an erection through touch, Glorfindel
trailed his hands up the length of Erestor's body,
pushing back the black robe and letting it fall from
his slender frame. A string of kisses followed the
robe’s descent. Glorfindel leaned forward and kissed
Erestor's shoulders, while his hands gently massaged
the muscles of his lover's back.
Tremors passed through Erestor from Glorfindel's
touch. Little mewls of pleasure escaped him as strong
hands cupped the rounded curves of his bottom. He felt
heat rise to his cheeks like the desert sun beating
down on him. He felt tingles flash up his spine like
the pinpricks of icicles. And when Glorfindel kneaded
his bottom in a firm, yet gentle, manner, he thrust
his hips forward, rubbing his erection against the
firm muscles of Glorfindel's stomach.
With his cock still unresponsive, Glorfindel moved his
right hand closer to Erestor's passage. He used his
middle finger to rub against the cleft in circles,
earning a pleading moan from lips that were still
swollen from hard kisses.
As he watched Erestor's face twist in pleasure - his
chocolate eyes sliding almost completely shut, shaded
by his unruly hair, and his lips parted in quiet moans
- he pushed his finger into Erestor's channel,
groaning as his lover's long eyelashes fluttered.
Hands clamped on to Glorfindel's broad shoulders.
Nails dug into his golden-skin. And hot tightness
gripped his slender finger, reflexively clenching and
unclenching around the digit.
"Look at me," said Glorfindel as he halted the
movement of his middle finger. The slight intrusion
was buried deep inside Erestor up to the second
knuckle. Moist walls surrounded the digit, and muscles
worked as it tried to gain friction. Erestor forced
his eyes open, gazing at Glorfindel through his
slightly curled lashes. An unspoken plea begged him
for movement, or some sort of attention to distract
him from the sensation inside him.
Once Glorfindel had Erestor's attention, he captured
his parted lips and thrust his tongue into the warm
crevice.
Tongues dueled as they slid together, fighting for
dominance. A sweet, honey flavor coated Glorfindel's
mouth - a taste that was completely Erestor. Moistness
moved between them as their tongues twisted and
tangled around each other. Saliva slipped between
their mouths as their lips parted for breath. The
contact between their tongues remained even when they
tried to breathe. Their lips were millimeters apart,
but their tongues slipped out of their mouths to
connect in the air.
As they continued their open-mouthed kisses,
Glorfindel began moving his finger inside of Erestor.
The moist tightness that gripped him should have made
his member ache with need, but it still remained limp,
even though fire was rushing through him. While he
couldn't get his length to respond, the desire to have
sex hadn't left him.
Glorfindel forced himself not to think about it.
Maybe, if he forgot about it, it would start working
again.
"Glorfindel," Erestor gasped as he pulled away from
Glorfindel and sat with his back straight, "More,
please." His head tilted to the side, resting on his
shoulder, and his nails dug deeper into the skin on
Glorfindel's shoulders.
A second finger joined the first, stretching Erestor's
entrance further. Glorfindel rested the pad of his
thumb against the soft, smooth skin right above his
lover's opening. The skin surrounding the two digits
stretched open, clamping down on the intrusion,
sucking them deeper into the lithe, willing body. The
wrinkled skin had smoothed out some, and a light shade
of pink began to blossom around the stretched hole.
Erestor moaned and pushed his hips down, driving the
two fingers deeper inside him. It wasn't as good as
Glorfindel's erection, but it was enough to have his
arousal twitching.
Pre-cum had gathered at the tip of Erestor's erection,
slowly dripping down the solid length. The urge to
lick it away pounded through Glorfindel, but he held
himself back because it would cause an uncomfortable
angle. Instead, he removed his hand from Erestor's hip
and rubbed his thumb across the swollen head of the
brunette's cock. Then he brought his thumb to his lips
and licked the clear fluid with a long swipe of his
tongue.
Erestor whimpered as he watched Glorfindel. The blond
held eye-contact with him, slowly extending his tongue
to swipe across his thumb. Blazing blue eyes slid
closed as he savored the taste, his thumb still
pressed against his pale lips. When Glorfindel opened
his eyes again, they were burning with lust. Erestor
felt excitement rush through him.
Glorfindel continued to watch Erestor as he worked his
fingers inside of him. His long golden hair was matted
from his sweat. His eyes were gazing at Erestor
intently. His mouth was formed in a straight line. And
his free hand had returned to Erestor's hip.
"Glorfindel," Erestor sighed, gripping his lover's
shoulders harder. It felt so good to have Glorfindel's
fingers working inside him, stretching his opening
deliciously. The only thing that was missing was the
sweet, burning sensation that only Glorfindel's member
could bring.
At the thought of Glorfindel's length, Erestor dropped
one of his hands from Glorfindel's shoulders and
wrapped it around the flaccid sex. As he worked his
hand up and down, the flesh remained unresponsive,
frustrating not only Glorfindel, but himself.
In an attempt to turn himself on further, Glorfindel
added a third finger to the stretched entrance. All
three fingers bunched together, sliding in and out of
Erestor with delicious friction. He could feel
Erestor's muscles working, trying to adjust to the new
intrusion; they clamped his digits tightly together,
squeezing them each time they thrust into him.
"Mmmm, harder," Erestor groaned as he continued
working on Glorfindel. He lifted his hips up and down,
meeting Glorfindel's fingers thrust for thrust,
pushing them in deeper, driving them in harder.
Pleasure over-clouded his mind. Tingles traveled down
the length of his body. He was gasping, and moaning,
tilting his head forward until his chin pressed
against his chest.
Hair, black as ink, clung to the back of his sweaty
neck and fell forward, shading most of his perfectly
chiseled face - the only feature visible was the
heart-shaped mouth that was swollen and glistening
with saliva. Every muscle in his lithe, naked body was
taut with pleasure, and his slender thighs tightened
each time his body rose to drive the fingers deeper
inside him.
All Glorfindel could do was watch as Erestor's body
arched, his head falling back, allowing dark strands
of hair to tickle his spine. The smooth curve of his
throat was exposed, enticing Glorfindel to lean
forward and clamp his teeth against the soft skin.
Erestor moaned as lips latched on to his throat,
followed by the sensation of teeth biting into him. He
encouraged Glorfindel to suck on his pale throat by
tilting his head to the side, moaning as each swipe of
the tongue caressed his skin.
Wanting to be closer to Erestor, Glorfindel brought
his knees up, forcing Erestor to slide nearer to him.
His thighs were pressed against Erestor's back, and he
spread his legs slightly, enough to move his fingers
within Erestor.
Erestor moaned as his bottom slid forward and his
erection rubbed against Glorfindel's stomach. He was
forced to release Glorfindel, and his hands landed on
broad shoulders, once again.
"Erestor. . ." Glorfindel drove his fingers hard and
fast within Erestor's tight entrance. "There must be
something wrong with me." He impaled Erestor on his
fingers deeply, brushing against his prostate with
every thrust. He should have been painfully hard by
now, but he wasn't. Even though he had a gorgeous elf
seated on his lap, and he had his fingers buried in
his tight entrance, his sex remained limp and
unresponsive.
"Glorfindel." Erestor gripped Glorfindel's shoulders.
Hard. "I'm. . . I'm almost there. . ." He couldn't
hold back the orgasm building inside him. The fingers
buried within him were moving at a fast, hard, and
deep pace. Each stroke sent him to a new height of
ecstasy. He could feel the digits stretching his inner
walls and rubbing inside him. It felt so good. And
when he looked at the blond seated beneath him,
covered in a sheen of sweat, and leaning against the
wall, he lost all rationality and started slamming his
hips down on the thrusting fingers.
Glorfindel knew that Erestor was close to orgasm. As
much as he wanted to see Erestor come, the selfishness
within him refused to let that happen.
He withdrew his fingers from Erestor, and a small moan
of protest came from the brunette. It took a moment
for Erestor to focus his pleasure-muddled mind, but he
soon shot Glorfindel an annoyed and questioning look.
Not bothering to offer an explanation, Glorfindel
lowered his legs to the bed and forced Erestor to turn
around.
On instinct, Erestor placed his hands on Glorfindel's
thighs and rubbed his bottom against his limp sex.
Upon feeling the unresponsive member, Erestor blinked
and frowned in disappointment, while Glorfindel
growled and pushed him forward.
Erestor landed on the bed with his cheek pressed
against the mattress. His hands were tucked beneath
his chest, and his body, from his head down to his
midsection, was trapped between Glorfindel's spread
legs. His own limbs were straddling Glorfindel's lap,
but when he had been pushed forward, his bottom had
raised high into the air.
Glorfindel groaned as the cherry-red entrance was
exposed. He placed his hands on the firm globes of
Erestor's rounded bottom and spread the creamy cheeks
apart. A quiet moan of appreciation came from Erestor
as he felt his cheeks spread wide, deliciously
exposed, and his inner muscles clenched in excitement.
Glorfindel moved forward and swiped his tongue across
the wrinkled skin. His lover cried out and pushed his
hips back, needing more of that wonderful sensation.
Moist bitterness coated Glorfindel's tongue as he
licked Erestor's entrance. He shoved his tongue into
the tight, moist hole and groaned, wrapping an arm
around Erestor's waist and grasping his erection.
The double sensation made Erestor scream in pleasure.
He could feel Glorfindel's hot, thick tongue stroking
inside him, and his strong, callused hand stroking
outside of him. Tendrils of fire wrapped around his
loins. Every stroke made him gasp with need. It felt
so good to have Glorfindel's hands on him, to feel
Glorfindel's tongue penetrating his opening. He wanted
Glorfindel so badly. He wanted to feel split open. He
wanted to feel_ it_ moving inside him. He wanted to
hear Glorfindel growling as he took him. He wanted to
feel Glorfindel's hipbones slamming against his
bottom.
He wanted to be fucked harder than he had ever been
fucked before.
"Glorfindel, please!" Erestor begged, heedless of the
situation. All thoughts were tossed to oblivion as
Glorfindel stroked him. The only thing Erestor could
think of was getting fucked hard and fast. He had
completely forgotten about Glorfindel's _difficulty_.
Which, from the look of things, was lying limp between
his legs.
"Valar!" Glorfindel growled in frustration. This
couldn't be happening to him! It wasn't possible! His
greatest fear had become reality.
He was never going to have sex.
"Erestor," Glorfindel whined, "It's not working!"
"What's not working?" Erestor moaned as he pushed his
hips back, searching for Glorfindel's tongue which had
departed, leaving him feeling horribly empty.
"This! My cock! Everything!" Glorfindel removed his
hand from Erestor's arousal and sat back on his knees.
"There's something wrong with me!"
The only thing that was wrong was that Glorfindel
wasn't inside him. In his pleasure-flooded mind,
reality hadn't settled in yet.
"Erestor!" Glorfindel's voice had reached a pitch
Erestor had never heard before. It was high and
shrill, resembling a woman's scream. "Are you
listening to me?!" Tears began to gather in
Glorfindel's expressive sapphire eyes like a little
boy who had dropped his ice cream cone on the ground.
A feeling of helplessness began to gather in the pit
of his stomach. He felt nauseous, and weak, and almost
beyond rational thought.
This can't be happening to me! he thought frantically,
looking down at his flaccid cock in desperation. Come
on now, you know how good it feels! Why would you do
this to yourself? You have a willing prize set out in
front of you! You can do it!
Glorfindel's arousal remained motionless even after
his mental pep-talk. Erestor was still squirming on
the bed, but rationality had begun to settle in.
The two stared at each other for endless moments,
unable to conjure any words. Neither one had ever
experienced something like this before. The thought
had never even entered their minds. But now that they
were faced with it, it was as if a blanket of darkness
had enveloped them. As much as they loved and cared
for each other, they enjoyed their sexual encounters
as much as their cuddling.
"I'm fucking impotent," Glorfindel said with a large
intake of air. "I'm fucking _impotent_!" He fell back
against the bed and stared at the ceiling. "I managed
to upset the Vala of sex. Either that or he's just
jealous that I'm actually getting some."
"It's not permanent, is it?" Erestor asked timidly. He
was seated between Glorfindel's spread legs, looming
over him. One hand pressed against his upper thigh and
rubbed it in a soothing manner, trying to offer a
source of comfort. But Erestor knew his lover, and he
knew he wouldn't be satisfied until his condition was
remedied.
"I am going to see Elrond," Glorfindel announced.
Erestor watched as Glorfindel rose from the bed and
threw on some clothes, biting on his lower lip. When
Glorfindel walked out of the door, he reached under
the bed and pulled out a phallus- shaped object.
Just because Glorfindel couldn't get some didn't mean
Erestor should suffer too.
*-*-*
"I'm surprised to see you here voluntarily on your day
off," Elrond said when he found Glorfindel seated in
front of his desk.
"There are some things you cannot just ignore,"
Glorfindel said bitterly.
Elrond raised the famous eyebrow and studied him
critically.
"What's wrong?" he asked, getting down to business.
Glorfindel's self-confidence deflated like a popped
balloon.
"Um, well . . . I, uh...." Glorfindel looked down at
his lap, feeling incredibly stupid, especially after
his cockiness earlier. " . . .
Ican'tgetmymembertowork," he admitted in a rushed
mumble.
Elrond stared at him for a second, trying to put his
sentence together. Then his eyes widened and he
straightened his shoulders, determined to maintain a
professional appearance.
But inside, he could barely contain his laughter.
Glorfindel, sex on legs, could not get an erection.
"Has this happened before?" Elrond asked in a neutral
tone.
"No," Glorfindel snapped.
"Have you drunk any alcohol? Have you eaten anything
strange? Have you consumed anything out of the
ordinary?"
"No, no, no."
"Are you sure you just haven't lost interest in your
partner?" Elrond asked, determined not to smirk at the
pathetic-looking-blond seated in front of him.
"Of course not!" Glorfindel said vehemently. "Who on
Arda would lose interest in the chief councilor?"
Elrond stared at Glorfindel, blinking rapidly.
"I . . . chief councilor . . . ? You don't mean . . .
Erestor, do you?"
"Of course I do," Glorfindel said with a smirk on his
face, regaining his footing on familiar territory. He
always felt satisfaction when he managed to shock
others.
However, me sleeping with Erestor is not the point,"
said Glorfindel. "I'm impotent! _Why_ am I impotent?!"
Elrond took a deep breath to steady himself. After a
minute, he sat up straight.
"When was the last time you had an erection?" he
asked.
"This morning! So I can't understand why it'd break
all of a sudden!"
"How often do you engage in sexual activities?"
"More than I can count," Glorfindel muttered. "But if
I had to guess . . . I'd say . . . at least five times
a day."
Elrond sputtered. "Five times a day?! How long have
you been doing that?"
Glorfindel shrugged. "For the past two years."
"Two years! No wonder you've become impotent! You need
to give yourself a rest!"
"But I don't _want_ to rest!" Glorfindel shouted,
staring at the healer in disbelief. "Are you _crazy_?
I want a cure!"
"It would be better for you to rest! If you don't
rest, it might become permanent. I think if you wait a
couple of days, everything should return to normal. If
it doesn't, come see me again, and I'll make a potion
that might help."
"Could you give me some of that now?" Glorfindel
pleaded, sliding off the chair. "Please? I _need_ it!"
"No, you don't," said Elrond. His voice was firm,
leaving no room for argument. "I'm almost positive
that with a little rest, you'll be fine."
"Please? Could you at least give me a small amount?
Just a _small_ amount! Just enough to get me through
the day! I won't abuse it! I just need it once or
twice a day!" Glorfindel was down on his knees,
begging Elrond. "Please? Please? Please?"
"Get out, Glorfindel."
Glorfindel wilted like a flower. If he had been a
puppy-dog, his tail would've been tucked between his
legs.
No sex for Vala-knows-how-long, Glorfindel thought
with a pout on his face. I don't even remember what it
feels like to come . . .
And somewhere in the Last Homely House, a
pleasure-filled cry bounced off the walls as a certain
brunette found ecstasy with a dildo.
The End
Sindarin:
Meleth: Love
Melethron:Lover (male
AN: My dear smut beta was surprised at all the smut I managed to put in a fic about impotentcy. What can I say? I have a dirty mind.
For all the people out to kill me for putting
Glorfindel through this, all I can say is that his
cock is working now, and because I’m giving him a
chance to sleep with some of the sexiest elves on
Arda...he’s talking to me again!
Title: None ( Sequel to One Day.)
Author: red_lasbelin
Disclaimer: Not mine . . . anyone want to give them to
me?
Warnings: DO NOT READ AT WORK!!! Slash, Rimming, Masturbation, Angst , Lemon
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Feedback: Yes, please!
Beta: Keiliss - I force her to do it cause she started
the plot bunnies...
Archive: Sure, if you want it. Just e-mail me:
red_autumn@mail2gold.com
Summary: Erestor isn’t getting any....
AN/ All Keiliss’ fault...don’t blame me. I wasn’t
really thinking of writing till she came along! Do you
know that this is 13 pages of smut??????
AN2/I just had a naughty thought. For all the people
reading One day at work...Glorfindel was fucking
Erestor in his office!!!!!!!!!!!
*-*-*
‘None’
I cannot believe this, Glorfindel thought as he stared
at his limp member. How could something like this
happen?
"What's wrong?" Erestor asked from beneath him. He was
sprawled out across the bed, flushed and ready for
Glorfindel's erection. The white sheets were wrinkled
beneath his pale, lithe form, and his dark hair clung
to his sweat-soaked forehead.
By all means, Glorfindel should have felt aroused. He
had Erestor, his ultimate fantasy, gazing up at him
through heavily-lidded lashes. His rose-petal lips
were red and swollen, glistening with saliva from the
pressure of his kisses. High cheekbones were painted
in a pink flush, and midnight black hair fanned across
the white bed-sheets. Even his slim form was slightly
flushed. His smooth, cream-colored chest heaved from
the pressure of arousal, displaying red trail marks
caused by nails raked across his taut stomach, and a
hard arousal stood between slim, milky-white thighs,
dripping with pre-cum, begging for Glorfindel's
attention. He should have felt aroused. He _was_
aroused. But the source of his pleasure lay limp
between his muscular thighs. Inattentive.
"Glorfindel?" Erestor sounded worried now.
Before Erestor could notice anything wrong, Glorfindel
jumped from his position between Erestor's legs,
leaping off the bed and running into the bathroom. He
slammed the door with a loud 'BAM!' and locked it
before Erestor could follow.
"Glorfindel! Meleth, what's wrong? Are you alright?"
Erestor pounded on the wooden door with both his
fists. Alarm flooded through him as he tried the
bronzed doorknob, not at all surprised to find it
locked.
Glorfindel ignored the pounding and backed away from
the door. With his back to the marble tub he sat down
on the floor and stared at his limp length.
This can't be happening, he thought, over and over
again. He wrapped a strong hand around the base of his
sex, stroking the soft skin, encouraging it to
engorge. But no matter how tight he made his fist, no
matter how hard he stroked the limp cock, the skin
remained loose and wrinkled within his callused hand.
With a loud sigh, Glorfindel leaned back, pressing the
back of his head against the cool surface. A painful
throbbing began at his temples. He brought a hand up
and pinched the bridge of his nose, taking deep
breaths, telling himself that he shouldn't panic.
"Why me Vala?" he muttered mournfully.
From behind the door, Erestor continued to call for
him.
"Erestor, just. . . give me a moment, please?" said
Glorfindel, not knowing what to say.
There was no way in Mandos he was going to tell
Erestor he couldn't have an erection. As much as he
loved Erestor, as much as he knew Erestor wouldn't
hold it against him, he couldn't suffer such a massive
blow to his ego.
Glorfindel the balrog slayer was impotent.
What did he do today? Have too much to drink? No...
Think! Think! He commanded himself.
*-*-*
Earlier that day, Glorfindel had awoken to Erestor's
kisses, as he did every morning. They had made love,
and Glorfindel's erection had been working wonderfully
then. He could still feel the hot tightness of
Erestor's channel gripping his length, drawing him in,
clenching around him like a vice. He could still hear
Erestor's moans as he clawed at his back, begging for
more, harder, deeper, pushing his hips down to meet
Glorfindel thrust for thrust. There was no doubt that
Erestor had felt his cock then, driving deep inside
him, splitting him open, impaling him over and over
again. And Glorfindel was certain of the hot fire that
gushed out of his arousal, coating Erestor's insides
with the sticky essence of his seed.
So what had happened after that?
He remembered taking a hot bath. While he had been
washing his hair, Erestor had joined him, and they
spent half-an-hour moaning and groaning.
Again, there was no doubt that his cock had been
working at that stage.. He had pushed Erestor up
against him and rammed into his tight opening, over
and over. If he closed his eyes, the picture was still
fresh within his memory.. Further proof was the bright
redness surrounding the wrinkled skin of Erestor's
opening. The cherry-red entrance was still stretched
from his earlier penetration, and some of his cum
still rimmed the sides When he took Erestor, his
length had slid inside him easily, already lubricated
from the stickiness still within him. He had fucked
Erestor harder that time. Little mewls of pleasure had
burst from his swollen lips in strangled cries, a
mantra of, "Glorfindel, harder! Please, melethron,
harder!" on his lips. And once again, he had filled
Erestor with his seed, feeling some of the warmth seep
down his lover's slender thighs.
After the shower, he and Erestor had headed to the
Main Hall for breakfast. Elrond and the others had
joined them, so that put a damper on Glorfindel's
plans to throw Erestor into the nearest dark corner
and fuck him senseless. Instead, they had to listen to
Elrond's plans for repairs to the bridge stretching
across the Bruinen. At least Erestor was seated across
from him, licking his spoon full of yogurt with hooded
eyes. His moist, pink tongue trailed across the spoon,
mimicking his incredible talent for giving head. It
had been a turn on to watch, and Glorfindel had been
painfully hard, which told him it had still been
working then - although he could remember his
frustration at not being able to throw Erestor over
the table and take him right there in the middle of
the dining area.
Breakfast had passed within an hour. Glorfindel had
one training class to teach and then he could spend
the rest of Erestor’s day off with him. He had headed
straight to the quarters he shared with Erestor after
the class.. There, he had found his councilor sprawled
across the bed, naked and aroused, writhing against
the white-sheets as he stroked his length. Glorfindel
had stood there for a moment, watching as Erestor drew
his legs up on the bed, bending them at the knee and
spreading his legs wide. The pink pucker of his
entrance clenched and unclenched in pleasure. Beads of
sweat covered his lithe, milky body. And his
rose-petal lips were parted, eliciting mewls of
pleasure as he thrust his hips up into his fist,
gaining more friction.
From there, Glorfindel had removed his clothes and
positioned himself between Erestor's slim legs. And
that was when he had realized his erection was broken.
He hadn't consumed any liquor. And he hadn't done
anything out of the ordinary.
Then why couldn't he get his cock up?
*-*-*
"Glorfindel? Open the door, please," Erestor pleaded
from the other side.. "Did I do something wrong?"
Glorfindel blinked as the sound of Erestor's voice
brought him out of his thoughts.
How long had he been in the bathroom?
He looked down at the limp member between his smooth,
golden thighs and cursed silently. In a last ditch
effort, he wrapped his hand around his cock again,
giving himself a few strokes before snarling in
frustration.
He was still broken.
"Glorfindel," Erestor called again.
Swallowing a lump that had gathered in his throat,
Glorfindel rose from the floor and opened the bathroom
door.
A worried brunette greeted him on the other side.
"What's wrong?" asked Erestor as he nibbled on his
bottom lip, an action that always made Glorfindel hard
in an instant - but his cock remained motionless
between his legs, hanging like a deadweight.
"I. . ." Damn his pride! He didn't know what was
wrong, and if he ever wanted to have sex again, he
needed help. "I. . . I'm limp," he mumbled.
"You were in there for a long time," Erestor said in a
soft voice. It was then that Glorfindel noticed the
black, silk robe wrapped about him. Normally, Erestor
walked around the room naked. His lover had come a
long way from the inexperienced elf he had first met,
but that was another story. What he was interested in
now was getting his cock to work. The innocent, naive,
side to Erestor had returned. A confused expression
graced his beautifully-carven features, and he said,
"What do you mean?" as he looked at Glorfindel,
clearly puzzled. Then suddenly it all made sense...
Erestor fainted.
~~Twenty minutes later~~
"Erestor, are you alright?" Glorfindel asked worriedly
when Erestor regained consciousness.
Erestor slowly sat up from the ground and nodded his
head. He looked up at Glorfindel and said, "What are
we going to do?" His voice sounded strained. The
worst-case-scenario had presented itself: he wouldn't
be able to feel Glorfindel inside him. Erestor looked
pale on the tiled floor, his robe revealing his
smooth, slender thighs.
"Now what?" he asked..
"Now we're going to have sex," said Glorfindel.
"But I thought--"
"No one turns me on more than you do, meleth. If
anyone can cure me, it's you." Glorfindel sat down on
the double-bed and leaned against the wall. "Give me a
show."
A seductive smile graced Erestor's still-swollen
mouth.
Glorfindel's sex-kitten had come out to play.
*-*-*
Erestor began to fiddle with the tie holding his robe
together. He licked his ruby lips as he gazed at
Glorfindel through half-lidded eyes. Once he got the
tie undone, he let it fall to the floor soundlessly,
moaning a little when the silk fabric brushed his bare
skin.
No one could be sexier than Erestor, Glorfindel
thought, as pale hands moved across equally pale,
delicious skin. The black robe split open down the
center, revealing a few inches of enticing nakedness.
Glorfindel groaned when Erestor ran his hands down the
center of his chest. Fingers dipped beneath the black
material, before sliding down, open-palmed, across
smooth skin.
Muscles quivered as Erestor raked his nails across his
stomach. Light-pink trails were left in their
aftermath, circling around his indented naval. A small
moan spilled from his lips as his erection twitched
for attention.
And Glorfindel became aware of the limpness between
his muscular thighs again.
Glorfindel cursed as he glared at his cock. While he
was aroused and needing to fuck Erestor, his sex just
stayed there, unmoving.
"Glorfindel?" Erestor had moved onto the bed without
Glorfindel noticing. He straddled his lover's thighs
and cupped his face between his hands, leaning forward
to place a kiss on his pale, enticing lips.
There was nothing that Erestor wanted more than the
elf between his legs. It was still hard to believe
that Glorfindel wanted him, but he made no complaints
about his irrationality. As long as this gorgeous
blond continued to want him, he would be with him. If
he could make him happy, that would be even better.
At the moment, however, a frown marred Glorfindel's
perfectly chiseled features. His blond hair was a
disheveled mess, but this only enhanced his natural
good-looks. Sapphire eyes were narrowed in
frustration, and his eyebrows were drawn together,
forming a small crease in his forehead. Every muscle
in his body was strained in frustration.
"It's alright," Erestor murmured against Glorfindel's
lips. He leaned back and traced the outline of
Glorfindel's mouth with his index finger, causing a
slight shiver to move through his body.
"It's _not_ alright," growled Glorfindel.
A gasp passed though Erestor's lips as Glorfindel
placed his hands on his slender hips, gripping hard
enough to leave bruises.
Hoping to induce an erection through touch, Glorfindel
trailed his hands up the length of Erestor's body,
pushing back the black robe and letting it fall from
his slender frame. A string of kisses followed the
robe’s descent. Glorfindel leaned forward and kissed
Erestor's shoulders, while his hands gently massaged
the muscles of his lover's back.
Tremors passed through Erestor from Glorfindel's
touch. Little mewls of pleasure escaped him as strong
hands cupped the rounded curves of his bottom. He felt
heat rise to his cheeks like the desert sun beating
down on him. He felt tingles flash up his spine like
the pinpricks of icicles. And when Glorfindel kneaded
his bottom in a firm, yet gentle, manner, he thrust
his hips forward, rubbing his erection against the
firm muscles of Glorfindel's stomach.
With his cock still unresponsive, Glorfindel moved his
right hand closer to Erestor's passage. He used his
middle finger to rub against the cleft in circles,
earning a pleading moan from lips that were still
swollen from hard kisses.
As he watched Erestor's face twist in pleasure - his
chocolate eyes sliding almost completely shut, shaded
by his unruly hair, and his lips parted in quiet moans
- he pushed his finger into Erestor's channel,
groaning as his lover's long eyelashes fluttered.
Hands clamped on to Glorfindel's broad shoulders.
Nails dug into his golden-skin. And hot tightness
gripped his slender finger, reflexively clenching and
unclenching around the digit.
"Look at me," said Glorfindel as he halted the
movement of his middle finger. The slight intrusion
was buried deep inside Erestor up to the second
knuckle. Moist walls surrounded the digit, and muscles
worked as it tried to gain friction. Erestor forced
his eyes open, gazing at Glorfindel through his
slightly curled lashes. An unspoken plea begged him
for movement, or some sort of attention to distract
him from the sensation inside him.
Once Glorfindel had Erestor's attention, he captured
his parted lips and thrust his tongue into the warm
crevice.
Tongues dueled as they slid together, fighting for
dominance. A sweet, honey flavor coated Glorfindel's
mouth - a taste that was completely Erestor. Moistness
moved between them as their tongues twisted and
tangled around each other. Saliva slipped between
their mouths as their lips parted for breath. The
contact between their tongues remained even when they
tried to breathe. Their lips were millimeters apart,
but their tongues slipped out of their mouths to
connect in the air.
As they continued their open-mouthed kisses,
Glorfindel began moving his finger inside of Erestor.
The moist tightness that gripped him should have made
his member ache with need, but it still remained limp,
even though fire was rushing through him. While he
couldn't get his length to respond, the desire to have
sex hadn't left him.
Glorfindel forced himself not to think about it.
Maybe, if he forgot about it, it would start working
again.
"Glorfindel," Erestor gasped as he pulled away from
Glorfindel and sat with his back straight, "More,
please." His head tilted to the side, resting on his
shoulder, and his nails dug deeper into the skin on
Glorfindel's shoulders.
A second finger joined the first, stretching Erestor's
entrance further. Glorfindel rested the pad of his
thumb against the soft, smooth skin right above his
lover's opening. The skin surrounding the two digits
stretched open, clamping down on the intrusion,
sucking them deeper into the lithe, willing body. The
wrinkled skin had smoothed out some, and a light shade
of pink began to blossom around the stretched hole.
Erestor moaned and pushed his hips down, driving the
two fingers deeper inside him. It wasn't as good as
Glorfindel's erection, but it was enough to have his
arousal twitching.
Pre-cum had gathered at the tip of Erestor's erection,
slowly dripping down the solid length. The urge to
lick it away pounded through Glorfindel, but he held
himself back because it would cause an uncomfortable
angle. Instead, he removed his hand from Erestor's hip
and rubbed his thumb across the swollen head of the
brunette's cock. Then he brought his thumb to his lips
and licked the clear fluid with a long swipe of his
tongue.
Erestor whimpered as he watched Glorfindel. The blond
held eye-contact with him, slowly extending his tongue
to swipe across his thumb. Blazing blue eyes slid
closed as he savored the taste, his thumb still
pressed against his pale lips. When Glorfindel opened
his eyes again, they were burning with lust. Erestor
felt excitement rush through him.
Glorfindel continued to watch Erestor as he worked his
fingers inside of him. His long golden hair was matted
from his sweat. His eyes were gazing at Erestor
intently. His mouth was formed in a straight line. And
his free hand had returned to Erestor's hip.
"Glorfindel," Erestor sighed, gripping his lover's
shoulders harder. It felt so good to have Glorfindel's
fingers working inside him, stretching his opening
deliciously. The only thing that was missing was the
sweet, burning sensation that only Glorfindel's member
could bring.
At the thought of Glorfindel's length, Erestor dropped
one of his hands from Glorfindel's shoulders and
wrapped it around the flaccid sex. As he worked his
hand up and down, the flesh remained unresponsive,
frustrating not only Glorfindel, but himself.
In an attempt to turn himself on further, Glorfindel
added a third finger to the stretched entrance. All
three fingers bunched together, sliding in and out of
Erestor with delicious friction. He could feel
Erestor's muscles working, trying to adjust to the new
intrusion; they clamped his digits tightly together,
squeezing them each time they thrust into him.
"Mmmm, harder," Erestor groaned as he continued
working on Glorfindel. He lifted his hips up and down,
meeting Glorfindel's fingers thrust for thrust,
pushing them in deeper, driving them in harder.
Pleasure over-clouded his mind. Tingles traveled down
the length of his body. He was gasping, and moaning,
tilting his head forward until his chin pressed
against his chest.
Hair, black as ink, clung to the back of his sweaty
neck and fell forward, shading most of his perfectly
chiseled face - the only feature visible was the
heart-shaped mouth that was swollen and glistening
with saliva. Every muscle in his lithe, naked body was
taut with pleasure, and his slender thighs tightened
each time his body rose to drive the fingers deeper
inside him.
All Glorfindel could do was watch as Erestor's body
arched, his head falling back, allowing dark strands
of hair to tickle his spine. The smooth curve of his
throat was exposed, enticing Glorfindel to lean
forward and clamp his teeth against the soft skin.
Erestor moaned as lips latched on to his throat,
followed by the sensation of teeth biting into him. He
encouraged Glorfindel to suck on his pale throat by
tilting his head to the side, moaning as each swipe of
the tongue caressed his skin.
Wanting to be closer to Erestor, Glorfindel brought
his knees up, forcing Erestor to slide nearer to him.
His thighs were pressed against Erestor's back, and he
spread his legs slightly, enough to move his fingers
within Erestor.
Erestor moaned as his bottom slid forward and his
erection rubbed against Glorfindel's stomach. He was
forced to release Glorfindel, and his hands landed on
broad shoulders, once again.
"Erestor. . ." Glorfindel drove his fingers hard and
fast within Erestor's tight entrance. "There must be
something wrong with me." He impaled Erestor on his
fingers deeply, brushing against his prostate with
every thrust. He should have been painfully hard by
now, but he wasn't. Even though he had a gorgeous elf
seated on his lap, and he had his fingers buried in
his tight entrance, his sex remained limp and
unresponsive.
"Glorfindel." Erestor gripped Glorfindel's shoulders.
Hard. "I'm. . . I'm almost there. . ." He couldn't
hold back the orgasm building inside him. The fingers
buried within him were moving at a fast, hard, and
deep pace. Each stroke sent him to a new height of
ecstasy. He could feel the digits stretching his inner
walls and rubbing inside him. It felt so good. And
when he looked at the blond seated beneath him,
covered in a sheen of sweat, and leaning against the
wall, he lost all rationality and started slamming his
hips down on the thrusting fingers.
Glorfindel knew that Erestor was close to orgasm. As
much as he wanted to see Erestor come, the selfishness
within him refused to let that happen.
He withdrew his fingers from Erestor, and a small moan
of protest came from the brunette. It took a moment
for Erestor to focus his pleasure-muddled mind, but he
soon shot Glorfindel an annoyed and questioning look.
Not bothering to offer an explanation, Glorfindel
lowered his legs to the bed and forced Erestor to turn
around.
On instinct, Erestor placed his hands on Glorfindel's
thighs and rubbed his bottom against his limp sex.
Upon feeling the unresponsive member, Erestor blinked
and frowned in disappointment, while Glorfindel
growled and pushed him forward.
Erestor landed on the bed with his cheek pressed
against the mattress. His hands were tucked beneath
his chest, and his body, from his head down to his
midsection, was trapped between Glorfindel's spread
legs. His own limbs were straddling Glorfindel's lap,
but when he had been pushed forward, his bottom had
raised high into the air.
Glorfindel groaned as the cherry-red entrance was
exposed. He placed his hands on the firm globes of
Erestor's rounded bottom and spread the creamy cheeks
apart. A quiet moan of appreciation came from Erestor
as he felt his cheeks spread wide, deliciously
exposed, and his inner muscles clenched in excitement.
Glorfindel moved forward and swiped his tongue across
the wrinkled skin. His lover cried out and pushed his
hips back, needing more of that wonderful sensation.
Moist bitterness coated Glorfindel's tongue as he
licked Erestor's entrance. He shoved his tongue into
the tight, moist hole and groaned, wrapping an arm
around Erestor's waist and grasping his erection.
The double sensation made Erestor scream in pleasure.
He could feel Glorfindel's hot, thick tongue stroking
inside him, and his strong, callused hand stroking
outside of him. Tendrils of fire wrapped around his
loins. Every stroke made him gasp with need. It felt
so good to have Glorfindel's hands on him, to feel
Glorfindel's tongue penetrating his opening. He wanted
Glorfindel so badly. He wanted to feel split open. He
wanted to feel_ it_ moving inside him. He wanted to
hear Glorfindel growling as he took him. He wanted to
feel Glorfindel's hipbones slamming against his
bottom.
He wanted to be fucked harder than he had ever been
fucked before.
"Glorfindel, please!" Erestor begged, heedless of the
situation. All thoughts were tossed to oblivion as
Glorfindel stroked him. The only thing Erestor could
think of was getting fucked hard and fast. He had
completely forgotten about Glorfindel's _difficulty_.
Which, from the look of things, was lying limp between
his legs.
"Valar!" Glorfindel growled in frustration. This
couldn't be happening to him! It wasn't possible! His
greatest fear had become reality.
He was never going to have sex.
"Erestor," Glorfindel whined, "It's not working!"
"What's not working?" Erestor moaned as he pushed his
hips back, searching for Glorfindel's tongue which had
departed, leaving him feeling horribly empty.
"This! My cock! Everything!" Glorfindel removed his
hand from Erestor's arousal and sat back on his knees.
"There's something wrong with me!"
The only thing that was wrong was that Glorfindel
wasn't inside him. In his pleasure-flooded mind,
reality hadn't settled in yet.
"Erestor!" Glorfindel's voice had reached a pitch
Erestor had never heard before. It was high and
shrill, resembling a woman's scream. "Are you
listening to me?!" Tears began to gather in
Glorfindel's expressive sapphire eyes like a little
boy who had dropped his ice cream cone on the ground.
A feeling of helplessness began to gather in the pit
of his stomach. He felt nauseous, and weak, and almost
beyond rational thought.
This can't be happening to me! he thought frantically,
looking down at his flaccid cock in desperation. Come
on now, you know how good it feels! Why would you do
this to yourself? You have a willing prize set out in
front of you! You can do it!
Glorfindel's arousal remained motionless even after
his mental pep-talk. Erestor was still squirming on
the bed, but rationality had begun to settle in.
The two stared at each other for endless moments,
unable to conjure any words. Neither one had ever
experienced something like this before. The thought
had never even entered their minds. But now that they
were faced with it, it was as if a blanket of darkness
had enveloped them. As much as they loved and cared
for each other, they enjoyed their sexual encounters
as much as their cuddling.
"I'm fucking impotent," Glorfindel said with a large
intake of air. "I'm fucking _impotent_!" He fell back
against the bed and stared at the ceiling. "I managed
to upset the Vala of sex. Either that or he's just
jealous that I'm actually getting some."
"It's not permanent, is it?" Erestor asked timidly. He
was seated between Glorfindel's spread legs, looming
over him. One hand pressed against his upper thigh and
rubbed it in a soothing manner, trying to offer a
source of comfort. But Erestor knew his lover, and he
knew he wouldn't be satisfied until his condition was
remedied.
"I am going to see Elrond," Glorfindel announced.
Erestor watched as Glorfindel rose from the bed and
threw on some clothes, biting on his lower lip. When
Glorfindel walked out of the door, he reached under
the bed and pulled out a phallus- shaped object.
Just because Glorfindel couldn't get some didn't mean
Erestor should suffer too.
*-*-*
"I'm surprised to see you here voluntarily on your day
off," Elrond said when he found Glorfindel seated in
front of his desk.
"There are some things you cannot just ignore,"
Glorfindel said bitterly.
Elrond raised the famous eyebrow and studied him
critically.
"What's wrong?" he asked, getting down to business.
Glorfindel's self-confidence deflated like a popped
balloon.
"Um, well . . . I, uh...." Glorfindel looked down at
his lap, feeling incredibly stupid, especially after
his cockiness earlier. " . . .
Ican'tgetmymembertowork," he admitted in a rushed
mumble.
Elrond stared at him for a second, trying to put his
sentence together. Then his eyes widened and he
straightened his shoulders, determined to maintain a
professional appearance.
But inside, he could barely contain his laughter.
Glorfindel, sex on legs, could not get an erection.
"Has this happened before?" Elrond asked in a neutral
tone.
"No," Glorfindel snapped.
"Have you drunk any alcohol? Have you eaten anything
strange? Have you consumed anything out of the
ordinary?"
"No, no, no."
"Are you sure you just haven't lost interest in your
partner?" Elrond asked, determined not to smirk at the
pathetic-looking-blond seated in front of him.
"Of course not!" Glorfindel said vehemently. "Who on
Arda would lose interest in the chief councilor?"
Elrond stared at Glorfindel, blinking rapidly.
"I . . . chief councilor . . . ? You don't mean . . .
Erestor, do you?"
"Of course I do," Glorfindel said with a smirk on his
face, regaining his footing on familiar territory. He
always felt satisfaction when he managed to shock
others.
However, me sleeping with Erestor is not the point,"
said Glorfindel. "I'm impotent! _Why_ am I impotent?!"
Elrond took a deep breath to steady himself. After a
minute, he sat up straight.
"When was the last time you had an erection?" he
asked.
"This morning! So I can't understand why it'd break
all of a sudden!"
"How often do you engage in sexual activities?"
"More than I can count," Glorfindel muttered. "But if
I had to guess . . . I'd say . . . at least five times
a day."
Elrond sputtered. "Five times a day?! How long have
you been doing that?"
Glorfindel shrugged. "For the past two years."
"Two years! No wonder you've become impotent! You need
to give yourself a rest!"
"But I don't _want_ to rest!" Glorfindel shouted,
staring at the healer in disbelief. "Are you _crazy_?
I want a cure!"
"It would be better for you to rest! If you don't
rest, it might become permanent. I think if you wait a
couple of days, everything should return to normal. If
it doesn't, come see me again, and I'll make a potion
that might help."
"Could you give me some of that now?" Glorfindel
pleaded, sliding off the chair. "Please? I _need_ it!"
"No, you don't," said Elrond. His voice was firm,
leaving no room for argument. "I'm almost positive
that with a little rest, you'll be fine."
"Please? Could you at least give me a small amount?
Just a _small_ amount! Just enough to get me through
the day! I won't abuse it! I just need it once or
twice a day!" Glorfindel was down on his knees,
begging Elrond. "Please? Please? Please?"
"Get out, Glorfindel."
Glorfindel wilted like a flower. If he had been a
puppy-dog, his tail would've been tucked between his
legs.
No sex for Vala-knows-how-long, Glorfindel thought
with a pout on his face. I don't even remember what it
feels like to come . . .
And somewhere in the Last Homely House, a
pleasure-filled cry bounced off the walls as a certain
brunette found ecstasy with a dildo.
The End
Sindarin:
Meleth: Love
Melethron:Lover (male
AN: My dear smut beta was surprised at all the smut I managed to put in a fic about impotentcy. What can I say? I have a dirty mind.
For all the people out to kill me for putting
Glorfindel through this, all I can say is that his
cock is working now, and because I’m giving him a
chance to sleep with some of the sexiest elves on
Arda...he’s talking to me again!
