Title: Youthful Musings
Author: Orchyd Constyne
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Fandom: LOTR
Disclaimer: I do not own LotR or any characters, lands, or items from
the Tolkien world.  They belong to their respective copyright holders.
Archive: LoM, OEAM, Galadhrim.net, AFF.net, Melethryn
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Larien
Cast: Erestor/Glorfindel
Summary: The twins' infatuations do not go unnoticed.
A/N: This is the last in the series, "Dreamlover", "Wishful Thinking"
and now this.  This is also dedicated to Morgana and I hope it brings
a smile to her face.  ^^

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"He watches you whenever he thinks you aren't looking."

Erestor looked up to the speaker who had just entered his office.  The
blond Elda was leaning on the doorframe, smirking at him.  Erestor
sniffed and returned to his task of ordering his files.  "As his
brother does you, meldir.  They are but children, what do you expect?"

Glorfindel pushed away from the doorframe, closing the heavy wooden
mass as he fully entered the room. 

Erestor watched the blond Elf stalk over to him, that devious smirk
never leaving the Elda's lips, and gasped slightly when Glorfindel
settled himself in the Noldo's lap. 

"Well, their behavior is hardly appropriate," the Balrog-slayer
purred, wrapping his arms around Erestor's neck.

Erestor scoffed slightly and pushed the blond from his lap.  "Aye, and
you would be the authority on appropriate behavior?  A model of
decorum?"  The Noldo raised one eyebrow and crossed his arms, staring
up at the mock expression of surprise gracing his lover's face.

"I?" Glorfindel asked, laying his hand over his breast.  "Why,
Councilor, you wound me!"

The dark-eyed advisor smirked, allowing his eyes to close slightly. 
"I could always call that beautiful Elrohir in to kiss it better." 
Erestor stood and leaned towards Glorfindel, stopping a hairsbreadth
from the Seneschal's lips.  He whispered seductively, "I am certain
*he* would enjoy that." 

Even though Erestor was several centimeters shorter than him,
Glorfindel had always thought they fit perfectly together.  The
playful banter they shared was proof enough of that, as well as the
fact that the annoyingly smug expression on the Noldo's fair face
never failed to spark within him a sudden desire for 'inappropriate
behavior'.  Which was, of course, why Erestor always used it.

Glorfindel brought his arms up, looping them around Erestor's neck
once more and swapping their positions so Erestor's back faced the
massive desk.  His cobalt eyes flashed a silent challenge to his mate
and he chuckled.  "He would not be the only one."  The Elda leaned in
to complete the kiss, but Erestor ducked out of his embrace and
stepped back, laughing.

"Oh, so you *have* thought about it then?"  Erestor leaned back,
resting his hands on the cool cheery wood and eased himself up to sit
on the edge of the desk.

The Elda's serene smile never left his lips.  He stepped in between
Erestor's slightly spread thighs, spreading them further to
accommodate him.  "On occasion," he said, rubbing Erestor's
velvet-clad legs softly.

Erestor caressed Glorfindel's silk-covered arms, gently massaging a
bicep every so often.  He knew his voice had deepened slightly,
arousal thick in his throat.  "And?"

"And the thoughts have kept me warm on many a lonely night while you
were away on some diplomatic endeavor or another."  Glorfindel swooped
down, capturing Erestor's lips with his in a brief, but passionate,
kiss.

The Councilor pulled back and brought two fingers up to Glorfindel's
eager mouth.  "Nay, you can't expect me to let that go."  His grin
became lascivious; he dropped his hand to the Elda's hip as he leaned
in and bit his lover's full bottom lip gently.  "I wish to know what
you have thought of our young Prince, meleth."

Now it was Glorfindel's turn to raise one eyebrow at his lover.  "Now
that would be positively indecent, pen-vaelui.  The boy has not even
reached his majority!"

Another burst of melodic laughter filled the quiet room.  "When has
being indecent stopped you before?"

Glorfindel feigned thinking for a moment and then smiled broadly at
the expectant Noldo.  "A good point!"  Glorfindel cleared his throat
and thought back to the last fantasy he had indulged in while Erestor
had been in Greenwood.

He leaned down and allowed his lips to tease Erestor's ear as he
spoke.  "I imagined him in the library during his lessons in history. 
Elladan would be with you, off learning how one runs a home like
Elrond's.  I picture him coming to my desk, asking me for assistance
with some text.  He leans over and his scent -- one of lavender and
cedar -- overwhelms me.  Elrohir turns those wide, innocent pewter
eyes to me and I know his mind..." Glorfindel nipped at the delicate
tip of Erestor's ear, drawing a low moan from the Councilor.

Erestor's heart sped and he felt himself harden instantly.  Only
Glorfindel had ever brought out the primal urges in the placid
Councilor, could undo him with simple words.

"I would settle him on the desk before me, much like I have you now,
seron vell.  His breath would come quick, a most becoming blush
staining his fair features as he watched me remove those stately robes
of his."  Glorfindel made short work of Erestor's dark, heavy robes,
revealing pale skin to his greedy eyes.  He had seen to it long ago
that Erestor wore nothing beneath his high-collar office wear for
occasions just like this one.

Erestor gasped when he was exposed fully to Glorfindel's dark gaze. 
He felt his thick robe fall back onto the desk, covering his papers
and ledgers.  The Councilor was lost to the deep tones of Glorfindel's
voice and the fantasy his lover was weaving for him.

Glorfindel kissed Erestor's lips gently, teasing them open with his
tongue only to withdraw and nip at his jaw.  "Elrohir would tremble at
my touch, desire and fear warring within his breast.  He knows he
wants what I willingly offer, but he is terrified of finally having
his fondest wish come true.  I would kiss him tenderly," Glorfindel
murmured against the Councilor's cheek before he returned his
attentions to Erestor's parted lips.

The Elda dipped his tongue into the wet warmth of Erestor's mouth and
swallowed the whimper Erestor offered him.  He had yet to touch the
Noldo's nude form, but he could plainly see Erestor's need.  He kissed
his lover sweetly, gently, just as he had said he would do to his
Lord's youngest child.  Glorfindel swept his tongue over Erestor's
once more before he pulled away.

"His eyes would be just as dark as yours now, meldir," Glorfindel said
raggedly.  "And his cheeks would be as equally colored.  I would then
taste his untouched flesh, mark him as mine... as his first."  A
possessive rumble issued from Glorfindel as the Elda opened his mouth
wide and covered as much of Erestor's pristine skin as he could. 

Erestor's eyes closed tightly and he let out a sharp cry, throwing his
arms around the blond and digging his nails into the soft flesh under
his hands.  The Noldo began to pant the longer Glorfindel sucked and
the harder he bit at his neck.

Glorfindel finally relented, soothing the large, dark mark with his
tongue.  His desire to possess the wanton Councilor became acute and
threw fantasy out the window.  "I would take him," he said harshly,
pushing Erestor back onto his robe and pulling him forward so his
buttocks rested on the edge of the desk.  "I would not waste what
little privacy we might have in the library with gentle lovemaking,
that would be later, in his childhood bed."

Erestor's eyes flared with the last statement.  "You are a dirty one,"
he said, finding his voice at last.  When Glorfindel's hands stilled
on the ties to his leggings, Erestor winked at him.  "And you know I
love you for it."  Erestor purred when Glorfindel's ample arousal was
freed from its suede confines and he parted his legs wide, drawing his
knees to his chest.  "Have me, Balrog-slayer," he hissed, a challenge
reflected in his eyes.  "I am no innocent Elfling."

The blond Elf growled and reached for the small bottle of orange oil
Erestor used to polish the wood in his office.  "That you are not." 
Glorfindel stroked himself with an oil-slick hand and smiled when
Erestor licked his lips.  Glorfindel sank two fingers within Erestor's
body, Erestor's keening wail of pleasure causing his length to throb. 
"No, you are no innocent, my dear Erestor," he purred, leaning over
the Noldo's prone body.  "No innocent could accept such rough
treatment.  But, I know you and your heart..." Glorfindel crooked his
fingers slightly and Erestor bucked against him.

Erestor was delirious with his need.  He moved against Glorfindel,
whimpering shamelessly.  He cried out in protest when the Elda removed
his fingers, but the sound was short-lived, cut off by Glorfindel
filling him in one, smooth thrust.

"You may not be painfully tight like Elrohir would be," Glorfindel
panted against Erestor's lips.  "But, you fit me perfectly."

Glorfindel set a punishing pace, driving into Erestor's body with a
force neither Elf had expected.  Erestor met him thrust for thrust,
pleading with the Elda to finish him.  The Seneschal reached between
Erestor's widespread legs and took his shaft in hand.  The blond's
hand moved smoothly over the raven-haired advisor's satiny shaft. 
Erestor kept his eyes fixed on Glorfindel's and whispered the
Balrog-slayer's name heatedly as his stomach was coated in his
opalescent fluid.

The Elda braced himself on the desk and plunged into Erestor's depths
once, twice, and let out a feral cry as he spilled his seed within the
pulsing passage.

Erestor let his stiff legs fall, his calves swinging freely on either
side of Glorfindel.  He closed his eyes and tried to catch his breath,
his body still trembling with his spent passions.

Glorfindel smiled, a small chuckle escaping him.  His heart swelled
when Erestor's black eyes opened, the dark pools shimmering with love. 
He brushed the mussed locks of hair from Erestor's glistening face and
kissed his pale pink lips.  "Melon le, Erestor."

"Mmm," Erestor sighed.  "I love you, too."

"My debauched lover."  Glorfindel carefully extricated himself from
Erestor's body, running his finger lightly through the cooling fluid
pooled on the Noldo's belly.  "Next time," he said, bringing his
coated finger to his lips.  "You can tell me of the fantasy you had
when I last caught you pleasuring yourself and calling out Elladan's
name..." he winked and cleaned his finger, thinking how becoming the
bright crimson color was on his mate's pale cheeks.

End "Youthful Musings"

English/Elvish:
*Pen-vaelui : Lustful one
*Melon le : I love you