The Touch | By : JayofLasgalen Category: -Multi-Age > General Views: 788 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
This short vignette
is written in a totally different style than all my other stories. Be warned!
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The
Touch
Elrohir stretched languidly, relaxed after his bath. The warmth of the water had removed much of
his weariness, but had been unable to ease all the aches and pains he felt, a
remnant of his latest skirmish with orcs.
In particular, his arm was still stiff and painful.
Behind him, the bedroom door opened silently, but he did not
need to turn to see who it was. He would
know that soft step anywhere. “Good
morning, brother,” came Elladan’s voice.
“Good morning,”
Elrohir responded, turning at smile at his twin.
“I came to see if there was anything I can do. I thought you might – need me.”
Elrohir smiled again, lazily. “Yes, I do need you. I want your hands.”
“Of course. I
understand. Come here, then.” Elrohir approached his brother, standing very
close. “Turn around,” Elladan murmured. Elrohir complied, his back touching Elladan’s
chest. Elladan’s hands rose, as he began
to draw long, sensitive fingers through his brother’s dark hair, still slightly
damp after his bath. Elrohir gave a sigh
of pleasure as he felt the caressing touch, and relaxed a little more, enjoying
the sensation. They always started like
this.
But then Elladan stopped, his hands dropping to his
sides. Elrohir gave a murmur of
regret. “Don’t stop. Not yet.”
“El, this feels all wrong,”
Elladan told him. “I have a
better idea. Come over to the bed.” He led the way across the room, and sat on
the edge of Elrohir’s bed, still rumpled after the night. Elrohir followed him.
“Where do you want me?”
he asked softly.
Elladan pointed to the floor. “Down there.
I want you to kneel before me.”
“Like this?” Elrohir
looked up at his twin trustingly.
“Yes, just like that,”
Elladan smiled with satisfaction.
“Are you ready?”
Elrohir nodded. He
knelt between Elladan’s knees, but then remembered something. Rising, he went into the bathroom and
returned with a tiny jar of scented oil, and a small wooden implement, about
six inches long. “Don’t forget these. We’ll need them both later.” He returned to his original position on the
floor, and waited until Elladan signalled he was ready to start.
&n
Well, what did you think they were doing? Shame on you!
You should know I don’t write slash, and especially not twincest. But no ‘slash’ story is complete without the
scented oil, so I had to include that!
Jay
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