Painful disappointments made perfect.

Painful disappointments made perfect.
Title: Painful disappointments made perfect.
Author: Fishy (fishyz9@yahoo.com)
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel.
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Beta: Keiliss
Warning: AU, Slash, implied mild sexual violence, happy ending.
Summary: Erestor heals a warrior’s past hurts.
Notes: For no one but me.

In a deserted library, two elves sat opposite a small table as they did nearly every night, sipping wine silently as one leant over the board in deep concentration, and the other waited patiently to end the game.

“Checkmate.”

No matter how many times they played, Erestor would still find some small amount of pleasure in beating Glorfindel every time. The warrior simply grunted in acceptance, as he always did.

“Why do you do this?”

“What would that be, Erestor?” Glorfindel sighed as he took another sip of his wine.

“Seek me out every eve to be beaten. Badly, I might add.”

“Because, my fair friend, I have hope.”

“Hope? How noble. Futile, but noble.”

“My prize is too great. I will have to win one of these nights, lest I go mad in my desire.”

“Your desire? What exactly is it you play for? I thought it but one simple question.”

“That is what I play for. If I beat you, then I may ask you one question. One deliciously personal, secretive and private question. And you must answer.”

“You are a strange elf,” Erestor chuckled.

Glorfindel smiled; he loved to hear Erestor laugh, he loved to see his dark eyes sparkle in brief mirth, and he loved to see those sweet, sweet dimples crease into the corners of his lips and puncture his cheeks.

“You are one to talk,” he grinned back.

“Nay Glorfindel, your own uniqueness surpasses my own.” Erestor shook his head and mumbled whilst taking a sip of his wine, a wide grin still upon his lips. “Silly elf,” he giggled.

“I almost feel sorry for you,” he added, after setting his glass back upon the small table between them. “Almost.”

“I will win Erestor. Eventually, at least.”

“This question must be burning the tip of your tongue.” Erestor again lifted his glass, but paused, and set it back down as a disbelieving smile split across his face at seeing the blond frown in thought. “You have not even thought of your question, have you!”

“I…I shall! When I win I will have my question!”

“Oh Glorfindel,” Erestor chuckled as he closed his eyes and shook his head. This elf could always make him smile. Oh he adored his persistent friend. “Well, at least that gives you plenty of time to think of it, for your skill in chess leaves much to be desired.”

Glorfindel was flustered for a moment, but having nothing intelligent enough to reply with he slammed down his glass, allowing the red wine to slosh over the sides. “That is only because chess is your game! We always play chess, if it were anything else I would win!”

“Oh Glorfindel, I meant no offence”

“The hell you didn’t.” Glorfindel replied in an all too quiet tone, which was far too out of character for him.

Now Erestor floundered. It took much to hurt his merry friend, yet he seemed to have an unconscious talent for it.

“Well,” he began, in an attempt to make small amends, “you pick a game this night, any game.”

“Any game?”

“Aye...” he replied slowly, feeling wary of the almost mischievous smirk that began to tug at the
warrior’s lips.
Glorfindel slapped his hand flat down on the table.

“Put your elbow here,” he stated excitedly.

Erestor did as requested, but quickly removed his elbow from the table upon realising what the warrior had in mind.

“Oh now that really is not fair!”

“And playing chess against that most brilliant mind is? Come now.”

Erestor took a moment to smile at the misplaced compliment.

“You think me most brilliant?”

Glorfindel lowered his eyes with a faint smile and a pink tinge to his cheeks.

“Shut up and place your elbow on the table. You said I could choose, and I choose arm wrestling.”

“Oh dear,” Erestor sighed, and positioned his arm.

The advisor watched curiously as Glorfindel ever so tenderly rolled down the sleeve to his long stately robe and so very gently trailed his fingers up the smooth and pale flesh of his arm, before clasping hands.

“Alright,” he began with an almost childish excitement that was endearing beyond any words. “On the count of three, push as hard as you can.”

Erestor snorted. “You’ve said that before.”

Again the warrior blushed but glared at his friend also. “Stop that.”

“I am sorry,” Erestor chuckled. “Will you count off or shall I?”

“I shall.”

“Then on your mark, Captain.”

“Alright, one, two, three!”

Erestor was taken aback by the wall he seemed to be pushing against. Glorfindel was even stronger than he looked!

“Ah ah, your elbow can not leave the surface of the table, Erestor!” Glorfindel teased.

Erestor pushed with all his might yet, despite this, the only outward sign of any struggle on the warrior’s behalf was the slight tremble of their tightly clasped hands.

“Erestor, your elbow,” the warrior warned again.

“Oh will you be quiet!” Erestor growled as all rules and decorum flew out the window. He used both hands now as he pushed against Glorfindel’s unwavering strength.

“Valar, Glorfindel! This is unnatural!”

It was obvious to them both that Glorfindel could end the match in a moment, yet he allowed Erestor to give his best effort, and grinned helplessly as the advisor grunted in exertion. He laughed aloud as Erestor stood from his seat, and in a valiant yet unfair manner, pushed his entire weight against the warrior’s arm, which still stood relentlessly erect and strong.

“Alright, enough of this I think.” Glorfindel said finally, ending the match by effortlessly pushing Erestor’s hand back and flat onto the table.

Erestor grumbled and sat back down, rubbing his wrist with a hilariously childish pout.

“So, your question then?” Erestor asked as he proudly tilted up his chin and straightened his shoulders.

Glorfindel grinned and bit his lip in thought. Erestor swallowed nervously as the blond’s eyes suddenly widened, and he could not help but lean back in his seat as Glorfindel leaned forwards across the table.

“I want to hear everything about the night when you lost your virginity.”

Erestor immediately blushed an alarming red and turned his head away with a grin.

“You know, technically, that is not a question,” he replied quickly, tight lipped whilst trying to scowl.

“Erestor!”

Erestor rolled his eyes at the slight whine in the blond’s voice, and resigned himself to an evening of embarrassment. He patted the space beside him on the small sofa, and Glorfindel was beside him in a moment. When finally meeting the warrior’s eye he snorted, there was such an innocence about his friend at times, which was so odd considering all he had lived through, and even….but no, that did not bear thought.

“Start from the beginning and don’t leave anything out.” Glorfindel grinned as he let his arm drape over the side of the sofa, and regarded his friend closely.

“Well, “Erestor began with a fond smile, “I was a few years past my majority…”

“Oh this is going to be good, I just know it,” Glorfindel chuckled as he shifted closer and leaned his head upon his hand.

“And, I had, had…feelings, for him, for sometime.”

“Feelings?”

“Oh, just boyish inexperienced feelings, the kind of far fetched fantasies only a virgin could have.”

“I see.”

“It was the last day of my sword training, I really did not have a talent or desire for weaponry you see,
Glorfindel.”

“I know, you needn’t justify that to me. It must have been obvious from an early age that you were meant for other things.”

“Yes, that is what he said,” Erestor nodded, and reached for another sip of wine.

Glorfindel watched impatiently, and finally pulled Erestor’s glass away and set it back down away from him.

“So tell me, was it in the cloak room when all others had left? Was it his first time also? Did you steal kisses when your instructor’s back was turned?”

“Glorfindel, he was my instructor.”

“….What?”

Erestor bit his lip and grinned roguishly back at his flabbergasted friend.

“I lost my virginity to my weapons instructor.”

“But…but..”

“But what?” Erestor laughed.

“That is immoral!”

Erestor sighed and shook his head. “Nay Glorfindel, it was not.”

“But he was your teacher, you had been entrusted to him to learn!”

“And oh did I learn,” he chuckled, yet Glorfindel still looked awfully put out by the revelation. “Oh, you sound like he did,” Erestor sighed and again reached for his glass.

“Well, he should have known better!”

“Glorfindel, I was of age! And he was a perfect gentleman,” Erestor replied defensively.

Glorfindel swallowed and flushed. “I am sorry, I did not mean to…”

“You didn’t,” Erestor shook his head, and took a deep breath. “Do you wish for me to continue? I promise you it has been a precious memory of mine, and that there is nothing sordid about it.”

“Then yes, I would like to know this about you. Tell me about him.”

“Well, he was tall and strong, quite young himself and had grey eyes and rich brown locks. But what
most attracted me to him was his patience and compassion.”

Erestor turned and shifted closer to Glorfindel, he ran his fingers over the trim of a cushion with a fond expression upon his fair face. So lost in his pleasant memory was he that Glorfindel’s doting look went unnoticed.

“I came to him one eve when all other students had left, to speak to him of my weapons training. I told him that now, as I had been given the choice, I would prefer to follow a different course, a scholar’s route.”

“A path that suited you well,” Glorfindel commented softly.

“Aye, and thank you.” He lifted his eyes to smile and wink at the warrior before returning his gaze to following the pattern of the elaborate cushion.

“He was disappointed, but understood and wished me the best of luck in my new beginnings. Before leaving his office he stood and we embraced, as a sort of good bye. And that was when…”

“When he what? Kissed you? Touched you?”

Erestor was surprised at the slightly disapproving tone he could still hear in the warrior’s voice.

“Nay, that was when I kissed him.”

“Oh.”

“He was surprised and very caught of guard. He pushed me away and I shamelessly batted my eyelashes,” he chuckled.

“Oh Erestor, that is beneath you.”

“I know, I know,” he laughed. “But it worked. He said he had no desire to hurt me, that the last thing he would ever want to do was hurt me,” he said with suggestively raised brow.

“So then he kissed you?”

“Well, yes, after I had pressed my body against his.”

“You were a commanding little thing.”

“I admit, if I know what I want I will take it if at hand.”

“So, from there…?”

“From there he laid me down on his desk and took my virginity.” he said simply and with a smirk. At
Glorfindel’s expectant silence he snorted and laughed. “You want the details, do you?”

“Naturally.”

“Well, he asked me again and again if this was what I wanted, and even tried to pull away. But I
reassured him in the end, telling him that I was no longer his student and wanted him to have my innocence. Though I think it may have been the show I put on, or the small hesitant touches to his body, which made him concede to his desire.”

“The show?” Glorfindel asked in a low voice.

Erestor visibly cringed and even giggled.

“Just remember how inexperienced I was.”

“I can’t wait to hear this,” the warrior chuckled.

“Well, so as to convince him to lay his hands upon me I, I slowly…”

“Yes?”

Erestor sighed and closed his eyes tightly. “I stripped alight? I stripped!”

Glorfindel bit the inside of his cheeks to keep from laughing, but his shoulders shook tellingly.

“Oh Glorfindel, it was so embarrassing. I fell over my own damn feet and hit my head on the corner of
his desk.” he admitted whilst burying his face in his hands.

Glorfindel doubled over with laughter; that was more than he could take. Erestor simply blushed and bore his self-admitted humiliation with all the dignity he could muster.

“I don’t know why I even did it, I mean I was so damn scrawny! Well, I say was…”

“Oh Erestor, you are not scrawny” he laughed.

“Well, that is very kind of you.”

“Please,” Glorfindel said, between chuckles. “Continue, what happened next?”

“Hi picked me up and set me on the edge of his desk. He did not laugh, and he kissed the bruise upon my brow. Luckily he found me adorable and sought to ease my embarrassment with sweet kisses. The rest is history.”

“Now is that telling all?”

Erestor sighed and much to Glorfindel’s shock and utter joy, set his head upon the warrior’s shoulder as he disappeared into his memories.

“He kissed me all over, always whispering sweet words and endearments to me. He spent what felt like hours preparing me, stretching me, and then finally claimed me.”

Glorfindel looked down at the head that rested upon his shoulder, and resisted the urge to stroke the silky, black hair. “How was it?” he asked quietly, taking a moment to breathe deeply of the advisor’s scent.

“It was…perfect.” he sighed.

Glorfindel furrowed his brow, though this went unseen by Erestor.

“It… did not hurt, not even a little?”

“Well, of course there was a small amount of discomfort, but he took care of me. It lasted only a few minutes,” he said with a small giggle. “The pleasure was too much for my inexperienced self, and I suspect that taking a virgin must have been quite…snug.”

“But afterwards, were you not… hurt? In pain at all?”

Erestor frowned then and turned to face Glorfindel. He felt an odd uncertainty build within him at the confused expression on the blond’s face.

“Glorfindel,” he began in the softest of voices. “Tell me of your fist time.”

Glorfindel flushed then, but not quite from embarrassment. He smiled his famous smile, though this time it seemed to Erestor to be less bright. He laughed as always, but at that moment it seemed hollow. He waved Erestor off with a hand as he reached for his drink, and Erestor knew that Glorfindel had been keeping something to himself.

“Oh, I do not even remember, ‘twas so long ago, so many lovers ago.”

Erestor was not fooled as Glorfindel downed his entire drink before smiling back at him and swiftly changing the subject.

“So,” he began as he ran a hand through his blond locks. “You like brunettes then?” he asked with a small, disappointed smile, trying in earnest to distract the all too cunning advisor.

Erestor felt his heart beat more swiftly as his worry mounted. How had he not seen this? How had he not seen before the uncertainty and self doubt in those blue eyes? He, like everyone else, had been diverted by that sweet smile, mighty nature, and winning personality. How had he not seen this?
He laid his hand upon the warrior’s thigh and moved close enough so as to have Glorfindel’s full attention.

“Glorfindel?”

“Erestor, you were not supposed to ask me a question. You weren’t supposed to.” he whispered back as he looked down into his lap and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.

“Glorfindel…” he tried again as he touched the warrior’s cheek.

Glorfindel tried to smile again and look away. “We were having fun weren’t we? Let’s not do this.”

“Glorfindel.” Erestor said sternly.

He watched Glorfindel lick his lips as they moved silently, trying to think of something, anything to say so as not to broach this subject, but it was folly. Erestor gasped as a hot tear trailed across his fingers that were touching Glorfindel’s cheek. And a certain dread spiked through his body.

“Oh no, no not you, Glorfindel. Not you, sweet Glorfindel,” Erestor pleaded shakily.

Glorfindel shook his head and pulled the hand that touched his face away.

“No, not that, Erestor. Do not worry yourself.” He tried again to smile but failed.

“Glorfindel,” Erestor held the warrior’s chin before him and spoke with all the authority he could find. “Tell me.”

“It was just…. not as special as your first time, that’s all. I did not know it could be as nice as that. I do not want to dwell on it.” he said with a small shrug. But Erestor would not look away, would not give him that escape. Finally the warrior sighed and, without looking up, whispered in a sad voice, “I bled for days.”

Erestor closed his eyes tightly, he pulled Glorfindel into his arms and held him close.

“I am sorry,” he whispered.

Glorfindel relaxed into the touch briefly before slowly pulling away. He sniffed and cleared his throat, before giving Erestor one of his most dashing smiles.

“So tell me, what became of you and your instructor?”

“Glorfindel,” Erestor sighed.

“Tell me, please.”

“After a few years we actually became an item, but only for a short while. There was no love there, but great affection,” Erestor said with a frustrated shrug. He needed Glorfindel to talk.

“Oh, that sounds…nice. Another drink? I think I shall have another drink.” The warrior rose quickly and reached for the bottle of wine that was set on the desk not far away, and poured himself another drink.
Erestor watched as the warrior stood with his back to him, as he again downed his glass, and poured himself another.

“So, what became of your first?” he finally dared ask.

Glorfindel’s whole frame became rigid, and he answered in a low voice without turning around.

“The bastard died. Please leave it be.”

“Alright, alright,” Erestor whispered, and left his seat to go and rest his hands on Glorfindel’s shoulders.
Gently he turned the warrior to face him and was met with surprisingly little resistance. He was overwhelmed with sympathy to see Glorfindel look so lost and uncertain by this new revelation. To discover such a mighty warrior and loving elf had been so obviously taken for granted and brought so low was heartbreaking.

He walked Glorfindel back towards the sofa, and pulled him down and sat beside him. He moved close and tenderly stroked back blond hair.

“I don’t want to talk about it, Erestor, I don’t want to.”

“Not even with me?” he whispered as he let a single digit gently stroke the warrior’s cheek.

Glorfindel managed a small smile then, but that was all. It was no secret that, upon his arrival in Imladris, he had taken to Erestor more than to any other elf, to the great confusion of many. A friendship of opposites had immediately formed, and also, to the discerning eye, so much more.

“There is nothing else to say, Erestor. It was just….so very unpleasant.”

“I hate that your first experience was so terrible, you deserved more.” Erestor tenderly lent his brow against Glorfindel’s temple and continued in as supportive a tone as he could, “Try not to focus on that first stumble, think of the more pleasant experiences you have had.”

Glorfindel looked straight ahead then, he nervously played with the fringe of his tunic, and let the silence between them tell all.

“What?” Erestor whispered, unable to believe what it was that Glorfindel was allowing his mind to conclude.

Glorfindel faced Erestor then, swallowing hard around the lump in his throat.

“It just…hurt so much the first time,” he whispered.

Erestor pulled back from where their brows had touched to look Glorfindel in the eyes, deep into his sad and desperately lonely eyes.

“You mean, not since your first time?”

“I had no wish to repeat the experience.”

“But, but Glorfindel…” Erestor stammered. He had always been under the impression his friend was quite the charmer. Glorfindel had a way with everyone, yet now he could see this…this unfathomable quietness in his friend, a stillness that did not suit him, and that had been hidden well.

“Glorfindel, you must know that, that it can be so much better than you have experienced,” he implored.

“Oh I know, I have heard others talk, and why else would they continue with those sorts of activities if they were not enjoyable? It’s just…”

“I understand, I understand you, Glorfindel.”

“You always do,” Glorfindel sighed, feeling some small amount of comfort at having another, at having Erestor, know this about him. And that it was alright.

They were quiet for a moment and Erestor looked into his blue eyes. Finally he tilted his head to the side and sighed sadly and disappointedly. Disappointed in himself.

“Oh,” he breathed. “You’ve wanted to know, wanted it explained to you for so long…”

“Erestor,” Glorfindel began in a desperate whisper, leaning forwards. “Everyone thinks I am someone I am not. I am not brave, and I am not happy.”

Erestor’s chin trembled, and a shuddering breath left his lips on hearing this.

“Oh, oh no, I hadn’t meant, I never meant to…” Glorfindel quickly reached up and hurriedly wiped away a tear that had left the corner of Erestor’s eye. “I, I lied, honestly. I am fine, I am happy…” his voice croaked slightly and his face contorted as he tried to hold back his own tears and reach forwards with both hands to wipe away Erestor’s. “Oh now look at what I have done.”

“Glorfindel!” Erestor shouted, though he had nothing to follow up with.

Glorfindel pulled his hands away, and frowned at the suddenly angry appearance Erestor presented.

“I thought that with you this would be alright. That you wouldn’t mind if I wasn’t….obviously not.” Glorfindel sat up straight and quickly wiped at his eyes with the back of his hands. He then smiled brightly, his usual bright smile, and it was only then that Erestor realised exactly how much this elf had managed to hide from them all.

“How’s that?” the blond asked sarcastically, smiling shakily and with tears falling despite his best efforts.

“Glorfindel!” Erestor shouted again, but this time he had something to follow through with. “Don’t you….DARE hide from me again!” And he threw himself at the warrior, holding on tightly as he continued to ramble. “If you are sad then, dammit, you be sad. Do not smile for the sake of others, only for yourself! Do you hear me?”

He held Glorfindel’s shoulders firmly and gave them a sound shake for good measure as he spoke. The warrior swallowed and nodded, both surprised and relieved at Erestor’s demands.
Erestor sighed and pulled Glorfindel back into a loose hug, guiding the blond head to rest on his shoulder as he continued in a softer tone.

“I just care about you so much Glorfindel, so damn much.”

Glorfindel smiled, genuinely this time, as Erestor began to rain small affectionate kisses over his face. The softest, sweetest and most sincere kisses he had ever known. So he took a breath and asked, with a voice that was barely there, a question he had wanted to ask for many a year.

“Erestor, will you sleep with me?”

The kisses stopped, and Glorfindel opened his eyes to look into mildly shocked, and very wet, deep brown warmth.

“Would you make love with me?”

Still there was silence, and he began to feel the ache of rejection in his chest.

“Please?” he whispered on a high note, desperate to not be turned down.

Erestor blinked then, and leaned forwards to press his lips against the warrior’s. It was such a slow and important kiss, their first, and one that would be a turning point for Glorfindel. So slowly did Erestor open his mouth and close against Glorfindel’s softness. And so steadily he deepened their contact. When he pulled away to look upon Glorfindel, the blond refused to open his eyes. He smiled and gently kissed the closed lids, so that they would flutter open.

“I will give you your first time, the way it should have been, Glorfindel.”
They left the library and headed towards the warrior’s rooms. All the time Erestor gently rubbed the large hand he held in his own. He stopped, however, when Glorfindel paused, and thought perhaps he had changed his mind.

“Your rooms? I want to be in your bed.”

Erestor nodded, and continued in another direction, towards his own rooms. After closing the door behind him, he turned to see Glorfindel sit on the edge of his bed, and experimentally bounce upon it, to check its softness.

“You approve?” Erestor asked quietly.

“I had just always wondered,” Glorfindel said with a shrug and a nervous grin.

When Erestor came to stand before him, he nervously placed his hands flat on the bed on either side of him and looked about the room. He only faced Erestor when the dark elf knelt before him and rested his hands upon his thighs.

“I am nervous,” Glorfindel admitted.

Erestor had yet to light a candle, so it was by moonlight alone that he could see Glorfindel. But what a sight. The silver rays clung to him, making his hair shine white and turning his skin to a shimmering silk.

“Beautiful” he murmured.

“Erestor,” Glorfindel laughed and turned away.

“Alright, I’m sorry. Handsome then.”

Glorfindel looked into Erestor’s eyes, and maintained that gaze whilst hesitantly reaching out a hand to the first fastening of Erestor’s robe. The dark haired elf watched with an adoring smile as shaky fingers opened his first two clasps, and gently touched his neck. He assisted as Glorfindel pulled his robe and undershirt down his arms, and shivered as a hand stroked down his chest. He quirked a brow at Glorfindel and grinned.

“I know, scrawny.”

Glorfindel continued to gaze and loving stroke the pale chest, but shook his head, no.

“Nay, just right.”

The inquisitive hand fell away as Erestor began to remove Glorfindel’s own shirt. When Glorfindel sat with his chest bare, Erestor recaptured those lips, and kissed him soundly. Glorfindel let loose a small sigh when Erestor’s lips kissed their way down his cheek and to his neck, where they suckled gently. He made a small disappointed sound when Erestor pulled away, and opened his eyes expectantly.

“Glorfindel, lay back now.”

Glorfindel swallowed and nodded. He pulled himself into the middle of the bed, and seemed to become confused as to what he should do.

“Uh…how ahm, how do you want me?” he whispered in obvious embarrassment.

Erestor shed his leggings and crawled into the middle of the bed along with Glorfindel. He grinned as the warrior tried to unsuccessfully look anywhere but at his naked and erect groin.

“How do you want to be?”

“I…just do not wish to be on my hands and knees.” He shook his head as he looked away. “I do not want to be like that.”

“Then it will not be like that, and I would like to be able to see you in your ecstasy as I make love to you. I will have you on your back, if you are willing.”

Glorfindel lay back amongst the cushions and watched, nervously licking his lips and clutching the sheets, as Erestor pulled down his leggings. He did not know why, but he felt a heat rise in his cheeks at being seen in such a naked and aroused state, though all these thoughts fled his mind as Erestor began to kiss the insides of his thighs.

He closed his eyes, trying to forget that Erestor could see him, all of him, in a way that no other had in so long. Naked, bare, vulnerable and aroused. His hands shook, and Erestor could see this. There were tears in his eyes, and Erestor could see this. His length was long and hard, and Erestor could most definitely see this. But those soft kisses and gentle caresses cast away a fear that had remained by his side since his first illjoining.

There were soft sheets beneath him, soft sheets that sent shivers down his back as his bare buttocks brushed against them. Soft sheets rather than the cold hardness of the ground that he so remembered, soft comfort rather than the grazes received from sharp and biting gravel. Erestor cared for him, this he knew had to be true. Because the advisor had brought him to his rooms to lay on these soft sheets, and was touching him so carefully. No, there was no pain here, in this room, with him. Here he could allow himself to simply feel.

“Thank you, Erestor,” he whispered.

Erestor looked up in amusement and moved to lay beside the warrior.

“I haven’t done anything yet.” he said as he let his hand lightly caress the broad and muscular chest.

“Yes, you have.”

Erestor sighed as he kissed along Glorfindel’s jaw line, taking a moment here and there to suckle and nip, while his hand strayed lower and began to idly stroke the blond’s erection.

“Glorfindel,” he murmured against his neck, “you need to know that this may hurt still, just a small amount. But I will make it better, I promise you.”

Glorfindel simply nodded his head, his eyes closed, as he began to pant and fidget upon the bed.

Erestor frowned as the length in his hand began to twitch ominously after he had only lightly stroked it for a few moments. He had planned on laying his mouth upon the turgid heat but before he could move, Glorfindel gave a sudden cry and spilt his seed across Erestor’s palm.

“I…I um..” Glorfindel blushed crimson at having found his pleasure so soon.

“Shh, it matters not. Honestly, I wanted you relaxed first anyway.” Erestor smiled and kissed the flushed cheeks reassuringly. “Alright?”

Glorfindel nodded, and even moved forwards to kiss Erestor after only a brief hesitation. When they pulled apart Erestor rubbed his nose along the warrior’s and both chuckled at the silliness. This was exactly what Erestor wanted, for Glorfindel to feel relaxed and free of anxiety. Giving one last kiss to the tip of the nose, which again made the warrior laugh quietly, he reached for small phial of oil he kept in a bedside drawer. He leaned up on one elbow and looked down at Glorfindel as he held out the phial to him.

“I will prepare you now, and I will be so very careful I assure you. See, this is the oil I will use.”

“Use for what?”

“To ease my way of co…” Erestor had laughed but stopped dead as he realised what the question meant. “He did not even…” he began in quiet astonishment and anger.

“Erestor, please, don’t...”

“Alright, alright I won’t, shh…” he crooned as he noticed Glorfindel was tense again. “I’m going to prepare you now. You can tell me to stop anytime you wish.”

Glorfindel nodded and licked his lip nervously as Erestor slinked down his body.
Erestor scissored his two fingers carefully inside the tight passage, ever watching to make sure Glorfindel was in no great discomfort. The blond panted heavily and there was a nervousness about him, but no fear, and no pain.

“I’m going to use three now,” Erestor said as he kissed the inside of a muscular thigh.

Glorfindel closed his eyes and nodded his consent, it did not hurt per se, it merely felt uncomfortable.

When three fingers entered him though, he let out a small hiss.

“Glorfindel?”

“No, keep going.”

Erestor gently coated the smooth insides with oil. The small, unintentional flinches and hisses that left Glorfindel’s lips cut him deeply yet made him only more determined to make this a wonderful night for the warrior. He pushed deeper, past the knuckle and closed his eyes as Glorfindel whimpered above him.

“Glorfindel…”

“I want this, please”

After stretching the tight heat as much as he was able, he carefully withdrew his fingers. The small amount of anxiety in Glorfindel’s rigid frame did not go unseen, so he smiled reassuringly as he coated himself generously, and held himself positioned at the prepared pucker. He did not push forwards, but simply allowed Glorfindel to feel his length nudge at his entrance as he kissed him sweetly.

“What are you waiting for?” Glorfindel whispered.

“Permission.”

The small nod, smile and kiss, were all the permission he needed. He entered slowly, and kissed the blond’s damp brow as he slid home. When sheathed he stilled, and allowed them both a moment to breath.

“It does not hurt, not as much as I remember,” Glorfindel breathed.

“That is because, my dear friend, confidant and so much more, I touch you with more than lust.”

“You must know I have wanted to hear that or something alike, for as long as I have known you.”

“I knew.”

“Then why did you keep me at arm’s length, or at least a lover’s arm’s length?”

“Honestly? I simply did not know what to do with you, nor what I felt.”

“Until now?”

“Until you allowed me to see how much you needed me, have needed me. You should have told me, let me know. I never would have let my own uncertainty and indecision come in the way of easing your ache.”

“Indecision?”

Throughout their quiet talk Erestor remained buried inside of Glorfindel, hard and eager, waiting. And Glorfindel lay plaint, forgetting the sting that had been in the forefront of his mind.

“Forever is a long time, I see now the inevitability of this. But before… Ai! the world is so big Glorfindel, and ever it lives and breathes. Could we choose just each other? Would our friendship not wane?”

“Nay, it would not.”

“How can you know that for sure?”

“I just know.”

“No fear, no panic?”

“Having known both, nay, not on my part.”

“You are braver than I, and that I regret. Was there never a doubt for you?”

“When I met you,” he began, tilting his head and gazing contemplatively up at Erestor, as if reliving a fond dream, “I knew I had met that one person, that one person I would tell my secrets to. That one person who could make things right for me again. My best friend and highest hope and one day my lover. There was never indecision for me. I simply waited for you to catch up.”

“……Oh my,” Erestor breathed after speechlessly gazing down into completely certain blue eyes.

“What is it?”

“I am in love.”

“About time. I hate chess.”

Erestor snorted and dropped his head into the curve of Glorfindel’s neck and shoulder to giggle. When once again regarding Glorfindel, he smiled still, but spoke seriously.

“I am sorry you had to wait.”

“The best things are always worth it.”

“But still…”

“You saw when no others did, that’s all that matters. Now please, satisfy me.”

“Aye,” Erestor drawled seductively as he lazily and wetly pressed their mouths together. “Satisfy…” he whispered huskily into the blond’s ear as he slowly pulled out of the tight heat, and pushed back in.

A small hiss left Glorfindel’s lips as Erestor’s thick rod slowly entered him again.

“Shh, it’s alright sweetnesa, I know it hurts. I will make it better I promise.” Erestor rasped.
Glorfindel let his hands tentatively touch Erestor’s sides, not quite knowing what to do with them.

“Touch me however you see fit, just touch me.”

Glorfindel touched Erestor; he left red marks along his slim back, he held tightly onto his shoulders as the dark elf moved slowly above him, and he groped and kneaded greedily at the smooth fleshy mounds of Erestor’s pert behind as they clenched when thrusting forwards.

Erestor continued with the torturously slow speed, biting his lip in concentration, determined not to thrust faster or harder as his body begged him to do. Upon hearing the surprised groan and feeling the counter thrust, he sighed in relief and allowed himself to moan aloud.

“There we go.” he grinned, satisfied at finding his mark.

“Oh yes…” Glorfindel slurred, his mouth falling open as his head slowly lolled from one side to another.

“This is how you are meant to feel, this is how I will always make you feel…” Erestor panted, flipping his hair over one shoulder so that it its length and mass did not obscure his view of Glorfindel. He leaned down to touch their lips together.

“Does it still pain you, lover?”

“Nay, feels…good,” he groaned “But please, no more, no faster…please”

“Oh I know, sweetheart, I know..”

They continued that way, deliberately and painfully slow thrusts, alternating between shallow and deep. But never with force more than Glorfindel could take, and never exceeding the pace set.
Glorfindel moaned louder now, enthusiastically and with less timidness as he met Erestor’s forward thrusts. Through instinct Erestor knew him close so, panting heavily, he grasped Glorfindel’s head, holding it firmly between both hands as he leaned on his elbows. He rasped his words against the blond’s swollen lips, and the warrior draped one leg over him and held tightly onto his slim waist.

“Glorfindel, listen to me….this is your first time, can you hear me?”

“Umhm…” the warrior practically whimpered, as the pleasure mounted dangerously and precariously on the brink of bliss.

“This is me taking you, claiming you, and it is perfect, wondrous….beautiful,” he groaned loudly. “This is your first time, and you are utterly…oh yes….utterly and completely…Ai gods….utterly and completely...loved…Oh I can’t take it!”

But before he could voice his pleasure Glorfindel found his own peak, with Erestor’s words ringing in his ears and with Erestor’s name upon his lips. He arched his lower back off of the bed and unconsciously clenched tightly around the throbbing length inside of him.

Erestor hid his face, which contorted with pleasure, in Glorfindel’s damp hair and salt-tasting neck as he came. He groaned the warrior’s name so that it vibrated directly into his ear and then collapsed atop of him, utterly spent and incapable of movement as he lay breathing heavily.

Eventually summoning some small amount of energy, he lifted his head and smiled to see Glorfindel, with his eyes closed but with a lazy and satisfied slant of lips. He innocently kissed those lips, and golden lashes fluttered open.

“Wow,” Glorfindel breathed.

“Mmm,” Erestor agreed.

“Although….” Glorfindel began, with a teasing glint returned to his eye that had been lost previously
that evening.

“Although?” Erestor asked indignantly.

“You did not strip. I would have liked to have seen you strip.”

“And fall over?”

“I would have kissed you better.”

“I’ll bet you would have,” Erestor smirked, to which Glorfindel winked cheekily in reply.

“Perhaps in the morning?”

“You are serious then?”

“Oh yes”

“Well, I’m afraid I have forgotten all of my ‘moves’”

“Please, Erestor?”

“Hmm, I don’t know.”

Glorfindel grinned and rolled Erestor from atop of him onto his side so that they faced each other. He yawned tellingly and Erestor lovingly kissed his cheek with a smirk. It was so like an innocent to be in need of sleep after their first time.

“In the morning,” Glorfindel stated, in a way that held no room for argument. “We will play for it.”

“I thought you hated chess?”

“I do, but I excel in arm wrestling.”

The warrior grinned as Erestor groaned and pulled him nearer, so as to be as close as possible in their sated and preciously lazily sleepy state. “In the morning,” he said again, and allowed his eyes to loose focus.

Erestor smiled adoringly and kissed the warrior’s brow before guiding the blond head to rest beneath his chin. He closed his eyes and sighed contently and a small, unheard chuckle left his lips as his thoughts drifted.

If he were to ever have his way again, he and Glorfindel would have to learn a new game.

The End.