Dangerous Dancing

“There you are, Lord Erestor,” Glorfindel strolled across the courtyard towards the retreating figure.

Erestor paused and waited for Glorfindel to catch up to him. “You needed me for something?”

“I wanted to let you know that scouts spotted the hunting party.”

“The Valar only knows what else they spotted,” Erestor muttered.

“Pardon?” Glorfindel looked confused.

“Nothing, Lord Glorfindel. How far out are they?”

“They should be here by this evening. The have quite a haul.”

“I wonder they found time.”

“Really, Erestor, these cryptic comments of yours are most annoying,” Glorfindel frowned.

“I only meant that with the sight seeing, it’s a wonder they found time to hunt,” Erestor snapped. “I’ll alert Lord Elrond of their imminent arrival.”

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A fire burned brightly in the large fireplace. Lanterns hung from sconces around the room, illuminating the party of elves, men, and dwarves. In a corner, Gildor sang a tale to an enraptured audience. Elrond and Glorfindel sat near the blazing fire and traded tales of the Eldar days. Someone pulled out a lute and began strumming a light-hearted tune and dancers queued up in the center of the room.

From the sidelines, Faramir sipped his wine and smiled. The sight was one he never thought he’d live to see; men and elves together again as they had been in the dim recesses of his ancestors’ lives. He was happy to be a part of that, even if it was only for a short time.

“I wonder what has brought such a sweet smile to your lips, beautiful,” Elladan seated himself on Faramir’s right.

“The sight of men and elves, of course,” Faramir winked slyly. “It has been too long since the races were friends.”

“More than friends, I think,” Elladan fingers ghosted over Faramir’s hand and withdrew.

Faramir shivered and gooseflesh rose on his arm. “Your games lean a little toward the dangerous side tonight, Elladan.”

A wicked gleam lit up the elf’s eyes. “You have not yet seen dangerous games, Prince of Ithilien.”

“That sounds almost like a challenge.”

Elladan rose gracefully from his chair and cast a wink over his shoulder as he strolled toward the dancers. Curiosity got the better of Faramir and he set aside his wine and followed slowly in the elf’s wake, wondering what the saucy warrior had on his mind. He followed the elf  past the line of dancers and out onto the veranda and down the shallow steps to the garden. It was as crowded as the Hall of Fire, but Elladan hardly seemed to notice as he made his way to a darker corner, less populated, but still within earshot of the gathering. Music drifted like mist over the night air.

Beneath an arbor, Elladan turned and opened his arms. “Come, beautiful, dance with me.”

“Here?” Faramir looked around nervously.

“Why not?” A wicked gleam shown in the elf’s eyes.

Faramir went forward into Elladan’s arms. “Your boldness knows no limits.” He leaned his head against the elf’s shoulder wondering at his own boldness. Did it really matter who saw him? Tucking his arms around Elladan’s waist, he decided it did not.

Elladan laughed and his breath stirred Faramir’s hair. “No one is paying us any attention.” He moved Faramir in a small circle, waltzing him beneath the flowers entwined into the gentle arch.

“The shadows are very deep here,” arms wrapped around Faramir from behind and a warm body pressed into his. “Not even the moon to see by.”

Faramir lifted his head and glanced over his shoulder at Elrohir. “It is difficult to see you.”

“But you can feel me,” Elrohir countered as his hands drifted to Faramir’s waist and squeezed.

“And we can feel you,” Elladan added as he placed a light kiss on Faramir’s throat. “All of you,” he pressed his thigh between Faramir’s legs.

Faramir groaned softly and rubbed himself against Elladan’s thigh. The trio continued to move slowly, their bodies pressed together in a warm embrace. The smell of night blooming flowers enveloped them and the music changed tempo, becoming slow and sensuous. An elven voice began singing.

“A love song,” Elrohir whispered into Faramir’s hair. His hands gripped the man’s waist and he pressed his groin against Faramir’s bottom.

“Beautiful,” Faramir breathed and warm lips captured his own. He opened his mouth and a tongue slipped past his teeth and dueled with his tongue, stealing his breath and with it, his thoughts. The leg between his thighs increased pressure and Faramir ground himself against it, intensifying the friction.

Elrohir nuzzled aside Faramir’s hair and kissed the back of the long neck, tasting salt and soap. The firm round, mounds pressed against his groin made him harder as Faramir moved smoothly. He moved his lips from the nape of Faramir’s neck to his earlobe, sucking it into his mouth and flickering it with his tongue.

He moaned into Elladan’s mouth and the elf shifted his head, breaking the kiss, and bending his neck to touch his lips to the man’s throat. His warm lips feathered over flushed, hot skin; a pink tongue lapped as a kitten’s might. He slid his hands inside Faramir’s tunic and ran his fingers through the fine hairs on Faramir’s torso. He pushed his hands further, raking up the material, until his fingers encountered nipples already puckered. He took them between his callused fingers and pinched them.

Faramir trembled and he dug his fingers into Elladan’s shoulders. His tongue snaked out and touched the elf’s ear. He was rewarded with a soft hiss and groan. Reaching up, he clasped Elladan’s hair and pulled the elf’s head down until he was able to access the tender, pointed ear-tip. He ran his tongue over the outer shell, tracing the elegant sweep with his tongue. Elladan’s thighs tightened on his and he felt the elf’s hard cock pressing into his hip. A warming squeeze of Elrohir’s hands on his waist caused Faramir to pause. The trio held their breaths and stilled their aching bodies.

Elrond’s voice floated to them over the distant sound of music. His booted feet crunched on the gravel path. “You worry over much, Lord Erestor. I’m sure my sons will respect Lord Faramir and treat him as an honored guest.”

Erestor’s reply was muffled as the elves moved away from the arbor. In the deep shadows of the flower arbor man and elves relaxed. Faramir laughed against Elladan’s dark hair even as they once more began dancing in place and hands resumed their exploration.

Elrohir pushed his hands inside Faramir’s leggings, wriggling the fingers beneath the laces to touch the rigid length running along side Faramir’s thigh. His fingers rubbed over the fine curls and his palms pressed against the heated and throbbing cock. His wrist was sticky with Faramir’s essence.

Elladan withdrew his hands from Faramir’s tunic and began working frantically at the laces. When he’d gotten them pulled open, he lowered his head to the puckered disks on the man’s chest. His tongue rolled over the sensitive buds, flickering them into peaks before sinking his teeth into them. He held his jaws lightly clamped while his tongue swirled over the tips.

Faramir clutched Elladan’s hair, pushing and pulling at the same time. The music and voices around them seemed to fade in and out. The warmth of the elves, the scent of the flowers, the feel of hands and tongues on his body all combined to focus Faramir’s being on the moment, reducing him to a tightly strung instrument of which the elves were masters. His knees were weak and he might have sunk to the ground had not he been pinned so firmly between Elladan and Elrohir. He barely noted his leggings slipping over his hips or the cool breeze on his exposed skin.  Only when he felt the smooth skin of Elladan’s cock pressing against his own did Faramir recover his senses.

Pressed chest to chest, front to back, Faramir was able to feel the straining elves as their lips touched. He could hear the soft sounds of pleasure they made as their kiss deepened. He felt their jaws working and heard the click of teeth. He closed his eyes and rolled his head back against Elrohir’s shoulder, supported between their pressing bodies. Elrohir’s erection pressed through the elf’s clothes against Faramir’s exposed buttocks. Elladan’s rigid cock rubbed against his own. Lips touched Faramir’s throat. Another set of lips touched his cheek. His lips parted and two tongues touched the opposite corners of his mouth; slipped inside and withdrew just as deftly.

Throughout it all, their feet never stopped shuffling on the cobbles. The circle sketched in the ground was small and tight. Feet moved silently; slowly. The minute shifting of feet produced the minute shifting of bodies. Skin touched skin and skin touched cloth. Flesh made tender and aching with need burned. Rawhide laces hissed as they slithered through silk slots. A heavy weeping cock brushed over Faramir’s buttocks and nudged eagerly between firm cheeks, seeking the tiny hole hidden between.

Faramir felt the breaching of his inner ring and gasped into Elladan’s shoulder. His muscles stretched, burned, rejected, welcomed. His breath hitched as the inner spot within him was brushed. He rose on his toes as he felt Elrohir completely sheath himself. His cock, trapped between his and Elladan’s body, twitched and leaked pearly fluid. His lower spine arched, pressing harder against Elrohir and Elladan pushed forward, maintaining contact between their two cocks. Faramir bared his teeth and the muscles and veins on his neck stood in sharp relief. A palm clamped down over his mouth even as he tried to stifle his keening.

Slowly, Elrohir moved, rising up on his toes and pushing deeper, shoving Faramir against Elladan. He clutched Faramir’s hips, holding tightly as he thrust with mind-numbing slowness into the tight heat. He felt ever tremor that went through his brother and Faramir. His own over-eager body strained against the restricted movement. His need urged him to go faster even as caution forced him to remain slow and steady.

Elladan held his hips taut waiting for his brother to settle into a rhythm. When Elrohir’s slow movements became steady, Elladan began moving in an opposite rhythm. As Elrohir withdrew, Elladan pressed forward. And when Elrohir pushed in, Elladan retreated. In this way, the friction against Faramir never diminished. He was either impaled upon Elrohir’s thick cock or pressed to Elladan’s weeping member.  The smooth feel of flesh on flesh, hot rigid cocks grinding against one another and firm bellies drew soft pants from both Elladan and Faramir. Reaching between their bodies, Elladan touched Faramir, traced through the glistening droplets pearling on the head and dripping down the throbbing length. With his palm thus slicked, he wrapped his long, callused fingers around both of their cocks, holding them tightly together, and began stroking them.

The warm fingers on his cock completely undid Faramir. He thrust hard into Elladan’s palm, seeking greater friction. With each forward thrust of his hips, his inner muscles tightened around Elrohir. Low growls and moans could not be suppressed. Faramir struggled to breath against Elrohir’s palm. Every muscle in Faramir’s body went rigid as his climax spurted over Elladan’s palm. His back arched. His fingers dug deeply into Elladan’s shoulders. His teeth clamped on Elrohir’s palm.

With Faramir’s cock twitching against his palm and the white cream flooding over his fingertips, Elladan let go of his control. He thrust harder into his own palm, feeling the slickness of Faramir’s essences smoothing over his hot, aching cock. He ground his teeth together as his own climax drew closer.

Heat and pressure enveloped Elrohir and he buried himself deeply inside Faramir. He ground his hips, pushing and pushing, until Faramir’s feet lifted free of the ground and he hung suspended between the two elves. He listened to his brother’s ragged breathing. He felt the pain in his palm as Faramir’s teeth drew blood. And then every thing spiraled away from him and his body trembled with aftershocks even as his essence coated Faramir’s inner passage.

They staggered and nearly lost their footing as they struggled to catch their breath. Elladan released his and Faramir’s softening members and steadied the man with his sticky hand. He smiled and kissed Faramir’s parted lips, tasting the coppery salty taste of his brother’s blood. The smell of sex and night blooming flowers tickled his nostrils.

His cock slipped from Faramir’s body and Elrohir laid his head on Faramir’s shoulder and struggled to breath. He did not feel the pain in his hand.  He remained pressed against Faramir, feeling the smooth skin trembling against him. Once more, they began to move, as if dancing to music only they could hear.

They sighed softly and kissed lightly. Hands touched and soothed. Clothes were adjusted. Promises were made, accepted. All accomplished to the subtle moving of feet over stones. At last the afterglow faded and clothes were given one final pat and the trio broke away from one another. Elladan and Elrohir clutched Faramir to them one last time, promising to see him later, before pushing him gently from beneath the arbor to make his way back to the Hall of Fire.

The man entered the brightly lit hall in time to hear the end of Gildor’s tale and he applauded politely and smiled, as though he’d been there, listening, all along. He moved through the crowd and found Lords Elrond and Erestor once more seated together. He approached and bowed. “Lord Elrond, I wanted to thank you for the wonderful entertainment.”

Erestor arched his brow, but forbore making any comments about Faramir’s wrinkled clothes and mussed hair.

“Lord Faramir, I thought you’d already left us,” Elrond indicated a vacant seat next to him. “We looked for you earlier, but could not find you.”

“Forgive me, my lord,” Faramir said as he lowered himself in to the carved wooden chair. “Some elves were dancing in the garden and I could not resist joining them.”

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