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Hot Water	By : skon Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1688 -:- 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.

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Title: Hot Water

Author: Sarah

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Gimli/Legolas

Warnings: Slash. Sex between two males.

Disclaimer: They belong completely and solely to Tolkien. The Gimli and Legolas I write are in no way similar to the movie characters. I make no money. I claim the original ideas.

Beta: erobey. Thank you! You are always there for me. Any mistakes left are mine.

Author's notes: This scene takes place in the Return to Mirkwood timeline, shortly after Legolas and Gimli arrive in Greenwood.

This story was written in love and friendship for erobey.

The fire in the hearth crackled cheerfully, the apple wood filling the room with a pleasant aroma. A fuzzy white rug had been placed in front of the steps leading down into the tub where hot water had just been poured. The two servants had left and Legolas dropped the latch across the door.
The thud of the bar dropping produced an answering throb from Gimli's cock.
They were alone.
Gimli's fingers made swift work at removing his braids watching as Legolas did the same.
Legolas smiled at him and headed to the bench in front of the mirror. "Gimli?" Legolas' voice became as smooth as silk and as hot as the sun on a summer day.
Gimli grinned. "Aye, whatever it is, go ahead and ask."
"May I wash your beard? I have wanted to since Lothlorien."
Gimli turned to Legolas now. The excitement in his elf's voice along with the hesitation at the request was arousing and Gimli felt his body heat further. "You may but don't sound so excited, Legolas. It is not a fun task." He observed as Legolas nodded but his elf's eyes became soft and dreamy. Gimli's cock responded by hardening completely and jerking against his leggings. He tugged his tunic off and smiled at Legolas' soft gasp.
The removal of clothes commenced with Gimli dropping his in a pile by his boots in front of the fire and Legolas slinging his on the bench. Legolas moved to the stairs, sitting with his legs slightly apart on one. He motioned to Gimli. He said, "I love your chest. So firm yet like down. Such a delightful contrast you are."
Gimli muttered a "Thank you." but his eyes were fixed on Legolas' smooth torso, the rosy nipples already peaked. His elf's skin glowed like a polished pearl and Gimli growled as his erect cock dripped in eagerness. He hastened to the tub and settled on the stair before Legolas. His fingers seemed to move of their own accord to one of those coral nubs and he pinched gently.
Legolas whimpered. Reaching for one of the brown cups, he began to wet his dwarf's beard. As he did one hand caressed the top of Gimli's foot. "Your feet are dear to me, Gimli. Strong and capable just as you are."
Sweet lips pressed against the dwarf's forehead and more water was poured through his beard. The cup was set down and the soft clink against marble caused Gimli to moan, though he knew not why he felt so impossibly aroused. Long slender fingers reached for the little container with cleansing soap and dipped in. The digits slowly curled into the lotion and Gimli fought the wild urge to grab Legolas and insist on being taken by him on the marble floor.
Whispered words as Legolas' other hand started a slow slide up his leg. "My one, your legs are delightful. Hard and yet such soft hair. Not as much as I would have thought covered a dwarf but enough to give an enticing hint of the flowing silk that is your beard." The fingers in the soap swirled as if to moisten themselves thoroughly.
Gimli grabbed for something, anything to brace himself and keep from spending. Finding Legolas' knee he held onto it.
The hand paused on Gimli's thigh, the fingers in the dish stretched as the digits of the other hand gripped the dwarf's leg. Gimli's cock jumped with an almost painful tug. He wanted to reply to Legolas but the only sound he seemed to have the ability to make was a gasping pant. He glanced down and then inhaled loudly as the sight of his elf's long erection brought a grasping pleasure mixed with need to his loins. Legolas' lips brushed across his nose hotter and wetter than the water Gimli sat in.
Legolas' digits found a home in Gimli's beard and beginning at the top he slowly moved down. "Like this?" he asked.
Gimli nodded but his mind was unsure of what had been requested. He only knew that Legolas' mouth was skimming across his face like a butterfly leaving hot impressions of love behind and that his elf's other hand had slipped between his legs and was seeking its way under his sac. Athirst with passion, Gimli spread his legs as far as the tub would allow. He dimly registered the soft cry from his treasure and then Legolas' finger glided inside him.
The questing digit inside kept an affinity with the fingers that weaved through his beard. "So snug here Gimli. Each time I bury myself deep inside the fiery walls welcome and hold me, the embrace both erotic and comforting." Legolas' chest was heaving now as if each word was an effort to speak and his breath blew over his dwarf�s chest. His fingers moved up and then down through Gimli's beard.
A thumb brushed over the dwarf's testicles and Legolas said, "What a wonder you are!" A nudge was given to that special spot inside followed by another sweep of the thumb across Gimli's sac.
Legolas' voice was strained with passion as he said, "So heavy and lightly covered with soft fur. Your taste is of fire and heat. I could touch and play..." Swift kisses over Gimli's face, a caress on the dwarf's sac and more seductive words, "lick and taste and suck...forever."
"I shall..." Gimli tried to warn Legolas that he was not sure he could hold back any longer. His groin ached and his cock throbbed.
Legolas shifted and the water flowed around Gimli's shaft like a caress, the softness of it agonizing. The finger inside probed and Gimli cried out. Pulling up, his sac prepared to empty. Moaning at the tightness in his testicles, he tried to restrain himself. Gimli had a rather faint memory of saying that beard washing was not fun and he really felt he ought to be able to endure the excruciating bliss a little longer. He bit down on his lip.
"That is mine." Legolas' tongue grazed over his lips, "And so is this." The area deep inside was fondled again and Gimli screamed out his euphoria. More water was doused on Gimli's beard but the hand that held the cup was no longer steady and the water splashed over the beard and across both of them.
Seconds later Gimli heard the sound of water spilled onto the floor as Legolas made another attempt at rinsing. Gimli was not sure for his eyes were closed so tight that he could see lights dancing across his lids.
The enticing hand left his beard and trembled across his torso. "By the stars...Gimli...I love your chest." The words were moaned as much as said and Gimli forgot any thought of self control.
The clatter of the cup hitting the floor was barely heard over the cries the dwarf was making. Gimli's hand skittered across Legolas' firm stomach to find the rigid sex between his lover's legs. His fingers enclosed the shaft and tugged. The keening that followed was music to Gimli's ears as the hot cream from his love overflowed his hand to mingle with the water.
Legolas' head found Gimli's shoulder and he panted there. His finger still rested inside Gimli and soon it began to wriggle in just the right place. The teasing fingers that could scarcely contain Gimli's width wrapped around the ready flesh. Down and then up and Gimli was yelling his happiness. His spirit seemed to take flight to float up to the ceiling to join the autumn leaves painted there. All he knew was the rapturous relief and the elation of the love he shared with Legolas.
The water was only warm, no longer hot, when Legolas eased from Gimli's body and said, "I am a poor beard washer."
Gimli chuckled and discovered that his throat was a bit sore. "You are the best beard washer there ever was. I will have to return the favour someday by telling you just what I cherish about your body."
Legolas smiled. "I fear I may have left some soap in your beard." He picked the fallen cup up, filled it with water from behind him, and started to rinse. "I meant to tell you how much I prize your beard. Touching it brings rapture to my fea and excitement to my body. I wanted to explore each part of your body and tell you how every inch makes my heart beat faster and brings flames to my loins."
His lips came close to Gimli and he said, "I desired to tell you how your taste is better than honey." His free hand rested on Gimli's hip. "My pulse races through my veins at your kiss."
Legolas' mouth pressed against his lover. Enthusiastically, Gimli opened to the delicious ecstasy, charges of exhilaration coursing throughout him.
Gimli began to suspect the water would be icy cold before they left it.

The end.
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