Title: Finding a Touch. pt.2/4

Author: Deathangelgw

Author email: deathangelgw@hotmail.com

Disclaimer: Oh so preeeeetty! Oh so sweeeeet! Oh so NOT MINE!!

Warnings: AU, slash, sap, sweet, angst, dark, naughty Elves…

Rating: Still PG-13…oh yea, like I’m gonna jump this one…

Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel with added Erestor/Elrohir/Legolas, Elladan/Glorfindel, and hinted Elrohir/Legolas/Elladan

Summary: Glorfindel tries to help Erestor relax, but Erestor doesn’t like the results...yet!

A/N: This started out as a simple discussion between two authors, Apollonia and me. Then…it grew into a challenge! Bwahaha! *snickers* and what I thought was going to be a PWP grew a plot. So here we go! Thanks to MA for the beta doll! Love ya! Enjoy and please review!

'thoughts'

Erestor found himself being a bit jumpy after the incident with Glorfindel, avoiding the blond when he could, if he could. He was still uncertain as to what had caused his reaction to the massage, but he didn't want a repeat, which would earn him ridicule. But silently, he did admit that he felt much better from the brief relief, finding himself able to sleep better at night for a few nights after.

But duties and missives piled up unendingly and he found himself once more hunched over his desk, copying ancient scrolls that he wouldn't trust his scribes to transpose. He didn't hear the first tentative knock on his study door, but the throat clearing he did. Looking up, he cocked an eyebrow in query as he saw a smiling Elladan in the archway. "What may I do for you, Elladan?" he asked softly as he placed his quill down.

"Oh, nothing. I was just curious on if you planned on staying like this all day?" Elladan asked with a wide grin, deliberately inviting.

Rolling his eyes in a rather exasperated manner, Erestor sighed softly. "I have much to do, pen neth. I do not have the time to enjoy the outdoors or whatever you choose to deem appropriate in a manner of relaxing me," he said before picking up his quill once more, setting to work in an obvious sign of dismissal. (young one)

But, much like Glorfindel, Elladan refused to take the hint. He went over silently, his Elven footsteps soundless on the plush carpeting as he went behind the oblivious advisor. Slowly, he placed his hands on the stiff shoulders of his former mentor, grinning as Erestor gasped and stiffened immediately, nearly smudging his handiwork. "I suggest you relax and be more careful with your work, Lord Councilor," Elladan purred out, grinning as he began working on the overly tight muscles in the shoulders before him.

Erestor remained rigid for all of a few seconds then, with a soft moan of pleasure, relaxed back into the seat. He didn't want a repeat of the last time, but perhaps, instead of the touch…it had been the one giving it that had elicited such reactions. 'And I am not attracted as such to Elladan, so I am safe…' he thought in hope as he relaxed and enjoyed the impromptu massage.

And enjoy he did…too much. To his horror, he grew aroused as the massage traveled up his neck to along his scalp, hitting points that sent flares of pleasure throughout his body to pool in his groin. He wanted to move, but the massage was so relaxing and so he lay in the chair limply, growing more aroused as it went.

He moved forward at Elladan's insistence and laid his head on his arms, allowing the Peredhel better access to his mid and lower back. He groaned as that same knot was hit, causing him to buck in pleasure as it was dug into. He bit his lip hard as he shivered and moaned, rubbing himself in time to Elladan's movements so it wasn't obvious too much. With a soft gasp, he climaxed and lay shaking with his pleasure as Elladan worked into his lower back.

Elladan stopped, cocking an eyebrow as he watched his mentor's body as it trembled. His nostrils flared as he caught a whiff of sexual release in the air and grinned widely. "Are you all right, Erestor?" he asked softly, biting his lip on a snicker as Erestor sat up immediately and stood, facing away.

"A-Aye…you may go now. I feel much better. Hannon le," Erestor replied stiffly before all but running from the room, never looking back. (thank you)

Coming around the chair, Elladan knelt and ran his finger through a small white puddle that lay smeared on the soft plush chair, and then sniffed it. He smirked and sucked on his finger, cleaning it off. 'He climaxed. He was aroused from my massage. Elrohir was right on that guess,' he thought in amusement as he stood up. Time to go and plot with his twin…

*~~**~~*

“You are serious!” Elrohir whispered excitedly as he sat up, staring at his twin in shock. “He climaxed during your little massage?” he demanded again, laughing in disbelief.

"I swear, brother! I saw it with my own eyes!" Elladan swore with a grin, winking as his brother fell over laughing once more.

"Oh tôren…this is too rich!" Elrohir said as he snickered, shaking his head as he wiped his eyes of tears of mirth. "And if what we have observed of Glorfindel is true, then we may be able to use this to our advantage." He said, gray eyes twinkling with mischief. (my brother)

"Aye, brother. So, shall I count on you to help end the sexual tension between the two?" Elladan asked semi-seriously as he smirked. He chuckled as Elrohir nodded eagerly and the two dark heads bent together in conspiracy as they began to plot on how to make it so that their former mentors confessed to each other.

TBC