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Title: Kitchen Lesson
or: or: Ninon and Cally
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Erestor
tries to teach Glorfindel how to cook
Warnings: None really, just hot sex
Disclaimer: Well if they were ours
you definitely would have seen this in the movie
Distribution: Ask and ye shall receive.
Author's Notes: Again thanks to Sanny.

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KITCHEN LESSON

Erestor was in the kitchen yet again, preparing their
evening meal when he heard the door open.
He didn't have to look to know it was Glorfindel and from the weight of
his step, today's hunting must have been successful.

Tugging off his soaked cloak, Glorfindel absently
tossed it over the back of his chair, his boots pulled off and placed by the
fire to dry before he stretched his arms over his head, cracking his back with
a moan. Then, moving into the kitchen, he came up behind Erestor, wrapping his
arms around the slender waist, his chin resting on his lover's firm shoulder,
peering down to see what he was doing.

"I�ve just started so dinner will be late
tonight. Elrond kept me busy all
afternoon," Erestor answered as he peeled vegetables. "There's plenty of time for you to
bathe if you like."

"In a moment," Glorfindel murmured softly,
nibbling his mate's ear as he tightened his arms, just wishing to be near his
lover, if only for a few moments.

Erestor ignored the nibbling. He had a meal to prepare, the dishes to
clean afterwards, not to mention he was already tired from work. And as usual, Glorfindel expected him to be ready, willing, and able any time
day or night. Tonight he just wanted to
go to bed for some blessed sleep.

Gently licking the pulse point in Erestor's neck,
Glorfindel let his hands roam the firm chest for a few moments longer before
pulling away, his soaked clothes stuck to his skin and his hair matted against
his head. As well as a faint scent of
blood that still clung to his hands, despite having been washed away.

Despite the distracting caress, Erestor kept to his
task. If he let himself turn to look at
Glorfindel soaked like that, his hair and clothes clinging to his body, he'd
never get dinner finished. "Later,
love, if you want to have dinner tonight."

Glorfindel laughed softly, tilting Erestor's head up
for a soft kiss. Murmuring "I love you," before hieing himself off
for a bath.

As he listened to water splashing in the bathroom,
Erestor found himself wishing Glorfindel would take on more responsibilities
around the house. It wasn't that he
didn�t appreciate his lover's skill as a hunter, Glorfindel was a good provider
and they had never lacked for meat or anything else from the forest. But tonight he would have much rather had
some help in the kitchen than another bird to pluck.

Squeaky clean and dressed in fresh garments,
Glorfindel returned to the kitchen. One hand soon resting on the curve of
Erestor's hip as he reached above his head. Pulling down two glasses and a
bottle of wine, filling each half way before corking the bottle, sliding it to
rest against the back of the counter.

"This isn't helping dinner get done any
faster," Erestor chided as Glorfindel continued to tease him. "There's only so much I can do at
once."

Glorfindel sighed, pressing an affectionate, if put
off kiss against Erestor's cheek, before moving towards the fire, stoking the
flames until they leapt high, offering more warmth to the chilly room.

Sig thg that Glorfindel didn't seem to take the hints,
Erestor decided to try the direct approach.
"You know, if you learned to cook, this wouldn't take so long. And I'd have more energy for you
later."

Letting his eyes trail over Erestor's body, he
remembered how long it had been since they'd had sex. Elbereth but it seemed
like months. Of course there were those
bouts before bed every once in awhile, but they were all so subdued, so gentle.
He wanted, well suffice to say, he wanted his horny Erestor back.

Moving from his spot in front of the fireplace,
Glorfindel walked back into the kitchen, his hands again finding their places
on Erestor's hips. "What do you want me to do?"

"Well you can finish these," Erestor said as
he pushed the bowl of half peeled vegetables in front of Glorfindel. "One so skilled with the sword as you
should be able to manage a paring knife.
I'll find the things to make those honey cakes and you can help me when
you're finished."

"Smart ass," Glorfindel muttered, sending a
grope below the belt before accepting the knife. There were a few butchered
vegetables to start with until he got the hand of such motions. Really it wasn't so different that
working with wood, though the vegetables where softer, not requiring so much pressure.

Gathering flour, honey, eggs, and spices from the
pantry, Erestor returned to find Glorfindel finished. "Not the prettiest sight I've seen, but they'll do. Put them in the pot with the meat and while
they cook, I'll teach you how to make your favorite dessert." With Glorfindel finally willing to learn
kitchen work, he was going to take full advantage of it.

Coming to stand behind Erestor after doing as ordered,
Glorfindel used his height to his advantage, easily looking over the other's
shoulder, ready to learn what his lover had to teach him.

"You start with two measures of flour,"
Erestor explained as he poured them into a large bowl. "Along with the cinnamon, the traders
brought back last month. Mix them
together."

Reaching around Erestor, Glorfindel did as instructed, though he couldn't help but press
snugly against his lover, feeling the tight bottom against his blooming
erection.

"Hmm, maybe you should come around here, stand by
the counter," Erestor teased.
"That way you won't get distracted from the lesson."

"I'm paying attention," he murmured, giving
a light thrust as he continued to mix together the ingredients.

"To the food Sir, not what you have planned for
later," Erestor added in the same voice he'd used on the twins when they
didn't pay enough attention during lessons.
Glorfindel was as nearly as bad.

"I can do both," he mumbled, resting his
chin on Erestor's shoulder, pausing once the cinnamon and flour where mixed,
his hands moving back to Erestor's hips, guiding the taut ass against him.

His voice faltering a bit, Erestor took a deep breath
and continued the lesson. "Next
you add milk and honey, stir until the batter is smooth."

Reaching up, Glorfindel took hold of the spoon, mixing
the batter even as he pressed Erestor against the counter, rubbing up against
him.

Sighing, Erestor leaned back into his lover, images of
them together making his loins start to grow warm. But he forced those to the side and went back to the task of
teaching his beloved how to do more at home.
"Next you add the eggs.
Fresh ones so the cakes will rise as they bake."

Cracking the hard shells against the counter,
Glorfindel let them plop into the batter, absently noting the texture was close
to oil. Wondering if it could be used as oil. His hand slowly mixing the batter
together, he imagined his beloved stretched out on the kitchen table, legs
spread open wide. Cracking the egg, letting it run over his beloved's firm
ass, breaking the yoke as he pushed two
fingers in.

"Don't overstir it, it makes the cakes
tough. Finally, you check the taste to
see if it needs more honey or cinnamon,"
Erestor said as he took the spoon and held it to Glorfindel's mouth.

Parting his lips, Glorfindel wrapped his lips around
the spoon, tasting the batter before licking away the excess. His tongue
sliding up, lapping at Erestor's
fingers as he gave another thrust against the firm cheeks.

"Then ... uh, it tastes all right?" Erestor sputtered as he fought to keep his
concentration on cakes, not his lover pressing against him.

"Perfect," he purred softly, sliding his
hands from Erestor's shoulder's to his hips, pulling him back firmly.
"Just like you."

Pulling away, Erestor reached for a baking pan. "Fill each one halfway and then you
bake them for fifteen minutes. They
burn easily so you have to pay attention to them," he said as he slid the
pan into the oven.

Waiting until Erestor had closed the oven door, Glorfindel whirled his lover around,
gripping his slender hips and tugging him close, nearly inhaling his lips as he
rubbed their erections together.

Erestor responded with equal force, aroused beyond
measure by his beloved's teasing and this place. It had been a long time since he'd felt so excited and now he
wanted nothing more than to be ridden hard and fast.

Walking the young elf backwards, Glorfindel thrust his
tongue deep inside, licking and nipping the inside of his mouth as he pressed
him back against the table, reaching for the eggs.

Erestor pulled at Glorfindel's shirt, tearing the
cloth when the buttons didn�t give way fast enough. Gods, he was on fire. As
Glorfindel pushed him onto the table, lumps of dough left over from earlier
bread making and containers jutted into his back. "Wait." Then he leaned up and raked everything into the
floor without a second thought. Then he
spread his legs and smiled.

Glorfindel groaned at Erestor's actions, he'd never
seen his lover so wanton, so sexy. Hissing
in delight, he climbed between the spread legs, cracking the eggs without a
second thought. Sliding the slippery substance over his cock, breaking the yoke
as he slid it over his throbbing flesh.

Slippery hands reaching for Erestor's leggings, he
snapped the cords, easing them over Erestor's erection before yanking them down the rest of the
way, tossing them over his shoulder before thrusting to slippery fingers inside
his lover's ass.

"My golden one has gilded himself even
more," Erestor cooed as he
clenched at the fingers. "Fill me
now, lover. Make the table shake with
your force."

Gripping Erestor's thighs he tugged the young elf
down, slamming inside with one smooth thrust. And pressing his lover flat, he
gripped the edge of the table, thrusting in hard and fast.

"Oh yes, yes.yes"> "You are my perfect lover in every way."

Purring softly, Glorfindel slid his
hand down Erestor's body, gripping his ass, though careful not to squeeze too
hard after the brutal pounding it had received only a few minutes before.
"As you are mine. My lover, my
mate."

"I just wish I wasn't too tired
so often. It's hard to do this after a
long day at work and then more tasks waiting for me here," Erestor
explained, hoping Glorfindel would understand without being pushed into it.

Pressing his lips to Erestor's
throat, he soothed the bites he had inflicted earlier. "So what you're
saying is, if I help you with the housework you won't fall asleep the moment we
get into bed?"

"It would help. I'm not blaming you, but now that Elrond's
given me more duties, I don't have as much time as I used to. I don't want that to come between us like it
has been. Do you understand?�

Wrapping his arms around his
lover's body, Glorfindel pulled his
mate close. "Of course I understand. I'm not an insensitive brute . . .
all the time. I only wish you had told me earlier."

Erestor smiled and kissed his
soldier.< sty style="mso-spacerun: yes"> �You're my brute and I wouldn't
trade you for the finest lord in Valinor."

Glorfindel smiled, rolling over to
cover his mate's body with his own, stroking his lover's cheek gently. Leaning
down to press a gentle kiss to Erestor's lips, his eyes started to flutter
closed. Romantic words he wasn't good
with, but he could show Erestor how much he cherished the young elf in other
ways.

As they lay there nestled together,
Erestor's nose began to twitch at an acrid smell. Eyes widening when he suddenly realized what it was. "Our cakes!" He jerked up rapidly, then ran to the
oven. Opening the door to pull out a
dozen honey cakes, now all black and wng sng smoke.

�Looks like there�ll be no dessert
tonight,� Glorfindel chuckled as he
looked Erestor with his ruined cakes.
�You have to admit, they sacrificed themselves for a greater cause.�

His sense of humor back, Erestor
did manage a smirk. �That they did, and
after all that hard work,� then he laughed as he tossed the cha swe sweets into
the trash. �Guess that means we�ll
have to try again tomorrow.�

THE END
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