Title: Finding a Touch. Pt.4/4

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: R

Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel and hinted Legolas/Elrohir/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 myself. 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'

The summer light floated into the musky library as Erestor once more worked hard upon missives for Lord Elrond. Head bent forward at an angle that would have him stiff for hours, he copied the notes from the earlier meeting onto a fresh parchment before making a summary of the meeting to be sent to Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel. Once finished, he rested the quill down and rubbed his eyes, stretching his neck and shoulders slowly as he groaned in protest. He had indeed become stiff!

He glanced over as he heard a soft knock. "Enter!" he called out as he folded the missive carefully and put Elrond's seal upon it. He was just about to pick up the next missive when two pairs of hands stopped him and pinned him to the chair. "What!" he exclaimed in surprise, then stopped as a gentle kiss took his lips. He moaned softly and relaxed as the playful lips teased and tasted him before being replaced by another set. By the end of the relaxing, yet arousing kisses, he had relaxed completely into the chair and gazed up at the two perpetrators with something akin to amused irritation. "And how may I help you pen neth? Ernilen?" he asked quietly as Elrohir and Legolas sat on the desk before him, grinning impishly. (little one, my prince)

"Nay…tis not for you to help us but us to help you," Legolas replied with a wink as Elrohir chuckled when Erestor cocked an eyebrow in interest.

"Oh? Is that so?" Erestor queried as he straightened his hair slightly while sitting up. "And how, pray tell, will you be doing this? Seducing me in my own library?" he asked in a bored tone, though mischief threaded through his tones.

"Tempting…but nay. We have something else planned," Elrohir replied promptly before jumping off of the desk and sweeping the Councilor to his feet. "You, my mentor and friend, are going to go and experience a true massage!" he pronounced cheerfully.

"Massa-oh no. No no no! I will not for I have work to do and…such," Erestor protested vehemently as he put his heels in, stopping them from dragging him anywhere.

"But she has a *wonderful* touch, meldiren! You shall for certain fall asleep and finally be able to relax!" Legolas proclaimed as they resumed tugging the Councilor towards the hall and then for the public spas. (my dear friend)

"N-Nay! I cannot!" Erestor cried as he tried to tug himself free. He relaxed slightly as they stopped, but began to fidget as they gazed at him closely.

"What is the *real* reason why you do not wish to do this, Erestor?" Elrohir asked softly, suspiciously as his eyes narrowed.

Biting his lip, Erestor looked down. "Whatever do you mean, Elrohir?" he replied nervously, trembling slightly.

"You are trembling! Are you…dare I say it, afraid to have a massage?" Legolas questioned softly, eyes wide in surprise as he peered closer at the Councilor.

"N-Nay! Not…afraid per say," Erestor responded half heartedly as he fidgeted even more. He sighed heavily, then mumbled, "It is…disconcerting."

"You did not feel such with the small massages you received," Elrohir stated gently, eyes warm as Erestor's dark gaze came up swiftly to lock with their own. He leaned in closer, smirking softly as Erestor swallowed nervously. "Oh aye…we know about that. You…are afraid that you shall become aroused," he purred softly, licking his lips and grinning as Erestor mirrored the action before looking away. Looping his arm around Erestor's at the same time as his lover's, Elrohir chuckled. "Meldiren…not all massages are sensual," he stated as they began walking once more, a resigned Erestor between them.

"They are not? Do tell," Erestor replied dryly and their laughter echoed down the halls as they headed for Erestor's massage.

*~~**~~*

Erestor got settled onto the table while Legolas and Elrohir went outside of the room. There, they met with the masseuse, Glorfindel, and Elladan, grinning widely. "Is the plan understood?" Elrohir whispered softly so that Erestor's keen hearing would not pick them up.

"Aye. Lord Glorfindel shall perform the massage and I shall stay for a little while before leaving," the masseuse answered with a small smile as she looked up at the taller golden Elf.

"Our thanks to you, Laschal. You did not have to do this," Legolas said warmly as they all smiled at her. (Hidden leaf)

"Tis my pleasure to help out two sexually dense Lords such as my Lords Glorfindel and Erestor," Laschal replied lightly with a cocky bow, earning a muffled bark of laughter from Elladan as Glorfindel glowered at her. She smiled sweetly up at him, and then led the way silently into the room. "My Lord, are you comfortable?" she queried as she went up to the table, rubbing her hands to warm them. Or rather, making the sound.

Moving silently behind Laschal as Erestor answered sleepily, Glorfindel took his place at the top of the table, rolling down the sheet carefully to just above Erestor's slender hips. Laschal stationed herself just to the right of Glorfindel so her voice would sound as if she was indeed above Erestor as Glorfindel began applying the oil while she answered questions cheerfully.

After a while, Erestor fell silent and the Seneschal nodded at Laschal in dismissal. She winked at him and sauntered out quietly, leaving the two advisors alone. The trio stood watch just outside of the room…just in case.

Smiling softly as he worked the toned muscles of the pale Councilor, Glorfindel wondered anew at the strength within the usually quiescent Councilor. He worked down slowly in smooth circles, kneading into the lower and mid back with firm strokes, loosening the tense muscle. He smiled as Erestor groaned lowly in pleasure, shifting slightly underneath the sheet and the blond's firm hands.

"Please…move to another spot." Erestor's whispered plea surprised Glorfindel into stopping and he stared at the prone figure.

"Why do you wish me to stop?" the Sinda asked softly, lightly and smirked as he noted that his voice had been recognized.

Erestor stiffened almost immediately at the tones, then slowly turned his head, as if in prayer that it was not who he thought it was. His eyes widened as Glorfindel locked eyes with him, a gentle smile on his lips as he continued to massage the area that had been plaguing the Councilor. "G-Glorfindel? B-But…where…" Erestor's slurring voice trailed off in confusion before he blushed brightly and groaned deeply when a certain spot was hit in his low back. He arched slightly, rubbing into the bed in pleasure as he hid his face once more in the cradle.

"So…you *are* aroused. I thought Elladan's observations a mere trick but I see that they were not," Glorfindel's voice purred out in a warm breath next to Erestor's ear and the Councilor squirmed as he bit his lip on a whimper. "Why so shy, Erestor?"

Erestor moaned at the way the golden haired warrior said his name, and then gasped softly as the fingers began to knead into him once more. "S-Stop…meldir…I…" He pleaded softly, trembling.

"You will what? Climax?" Glorfindel asked softly, his voice deep now with desire as he kneaded away. He leaned his head in and placed a kiss on the ear tip that was peeking out from under the raven cascade. "I would love to see that…" he whispered huskily, earning a soft gasp of pleasure from the Councilor. He resumed the massage and moved down to Erestor's legs.

Silence filled the room, broken only by the occasional sounds of birds and water flowing in the distance. Erestor felt himself relaxing more as his legs were massaged, but his curiosity was now piqued. "Glorfindel? Where…did you learn to do this?" he asked hesitantly, uncertain as to how he could truly ask what he wanted to. The thought that Glorfindel wanted to see him climax had nearly made him fulfill that wish then and there, but then it had pulled back as Glorfindel had given him some space. Yet the tantalizing thoughts were still there.

“My mother was a healer and her touch helped heal many a soul. She taught me some and then my…lover…taught me more,” Glorfindel replied, hesitating on the ‘lover’ as he worked into one long foot. He smiled as Erestor groaned and shuddered in pleasure as he kneaded into the arch. Finishing up, he stood up and went to the upper part of the bed. “All right…turn over so I can work on your front.” He frowned as Erestor visibly stiffened. “What is wrong, meldiren?” he asked gently, concerned.

Turning his face to the side, Erestor looked up at Glorfindel embarrassed before looking down. “I…cannot,” he whispered softly, closing his eyes. He heard a soft ruffling, then opened his eyes as he felt a gentle breath on his cheek and found himself looking in loving deep blue eyes.

“There is nothing to be ashamed of, meldiren. I…wish to see,” Glorfindel whispered softly as he smiled encouragingly at Erestor. He stood up and held the sheet up so Erestor could flip over before settling it onto the supine Elf. His gaze was instantly caught by the tented area over Erestor’s groin and he suppressed a moan. ‘He is indeed well endowed…’ he thought in amusement as well as lust. He returned his attention to Erestor and moved up to the head of the table. He folded the sheet down a bit, exposing the Councilor’s shoulders and neck and began to knead into them, earning a soft moan of delight from the relaxed Elf.

Erestor sighed happily, loving the feel of Glorfindel’s hands on him. He did not react as the fingers moved under the sheet and down his chest, though pleasure washed through him at the sure touches. He opened his eyes slowly and locked gazes with Glorfindel as the blond moved farther underneath the sheet. He smiled softly, relaxing as Glorfindel smiled back at him and shifted so he could climb onto the table.

Leaning down, the Seneschal gently nibbled on Erestor’s lips before kissing them fully, both sighing softly in pleasure as they pressed closer. The kiss became deeper, heated as they gave into their longing for the other and expressed it through that touch. Erestor ran his hand down and caressed his hand over the erection that was straining Glorfindel’s leggings before breaking the kiss gently and whispering, “Please.”

“Aye,” came the soft reply before their lips met once more and they began rocking against each other in a steadily rising rhythm. They panted together, holding onto each other as they moved, then cried out softly together as they tumbled into bliss. Shuddering, they kissed softly, panting for air as their pleasure rolled over them in slow waves.

Smiling as he leaned up slightly, Glorfindel caressed Erestor’s cheek tenderly. “Happy?”

“Aye…I found the touch that I had been searching for,” Erestor replied with a tender smile and they kissed gently, content.

The End!