Noises Off

After dancing in the arbor, the trio vowed to be more cautious in their liaisons. They’d toasted their new-found resolve while laying naked in Elrohir’s bed. However, after a bottle of spilled wine and several hours of passionate love-making, the lovers forgot all about their better intentions. They were reminded, the next afternoon when a tryst beneath a footbridge was interrupted by the untimely arrival of Glorfindel, Gildor, and Galdor. Elladan and  Elrohir knelt on their knees with their lips and mouths attached to Faramir’s cock when Gildor, Glorfindel, and Galdor came and sat on the stone railing above them discussing plans for their final departure from Middle-earth. Faramir and the twins held perfectly still, in a state of undress and panic, beneath the bridge while overhead, the other elves showed no signs of leaving. In desperation, Elrohir tossed his cloak over Faramir’s head and they crept, with Faramir in the middle, through the bushes and shrubbery until they were safely far enough away to stand and run.

Faramir could see nothing with the hood pulled so low over his eyes. On either side, he could feel Elrohir and Elladan, but he could only see where he placed each booted foot as he struggled to run and hold up his breeches at the same time. He’d lost the laces to them beneath the bridge, abandoning the rawhide strip as it dangled from a support beam. Elladan stepped on his bootlace and staggered with a curse that sounded more orc than elf. They rounded a corner and skidded on the paving stones as several elves came into view. The half-naked trio jostled and jockeyed and finally landed in the bushes, staggering until they were once more moving forward.

“No, no, no,” Elladan, bringing up the rear, tugged on Faramir’s arm, trying to bring them to a halt. But an avalanche, begun by a falling boulder, cannot be stopped by a single snowflake. They piled through an open door and collided, Elrohir first, into a chair that promptly tumbled over with a bone-jarring crash, sending all three spilling to the floor.

“Elrohir, this is Erestor’s office,” Elladan quickly gained his feet and pulled Faramir with him.

“Then it’s a good thing he’s not here, isn’t it,” Elrohir just as quickly righted the chair.

“Voices,” hissed Faramir as he looked frantically for a hiding place.

They froze for a split second and then, as if one mind and one body, dove for the large desk dominating the room. Scrambling around the sides, they piled one after another beneath the desk. Elladan was first, laying on his side with his knees drawn up and his arms neatly pinned beneath Faramir, who lay on his back with his knees bent to his chest and his feet pressed flat against the underside of the desk. Elrohir just managed to squeeze in, literally falling face down on the human with his face buried in Faramir’s exposed cock. They held their breaths and waited as the door opened.

“I thought I heard a noise,” Erestor said as he peered around the room.

“Perhaps the wind blew the door open,” Lord Elrond commented as he pointed to the open door.

“I could have sworn I closed that,” Erestor responded as he strode toward the open portal. He spoke as he pushed the door closed. “By the way, my lord, I have those preliminary reports ready. We can go over them if you like.”

The floorboards creaked and Faramir blinked sweat from his eyes only to have his gaze fall on a blurry, colorful image that sorted itself into Erestor’s slipper. The foot was flexed, resting on the ball, and by raising his eyes, Faramir could see the fine bones move beneath the translucent skin of the advisor’s ankle as his weight shifted The chair behind the desk moved, it’s two back legs lifting a fraction from the floor.

“After dinner, perhaps. It’s been a long day and I find myself in need of diversion, if I’m to be able to complete our tasks.”

“As you like, my lord.” The chair settled once more on the carpet.

Faramir thought his heart would explode as Erestor’s dark robes swept over the floor and retreated. They heard the office door close seconds later. Faramir released his pent breath in an explosive rush while Elrohir rolled out from beneath the desk.

“I’m stuck,” Faramir whispered as he tried to reposition his legs.

Elrohir knelt down and tugged until the man was freed. Then he helped his brother while Faramir pulled himself into Erestor’s chair. He sat with his leggings pooled around his knees and the chair embroidery rubbed against his bare bottom. Elrohir’s cloak hung off his shoulder. “That was a very close.”

Free from the desk, Elladan collapsed with his head against Faramir’s thigh. “Too close, beautiful, but I think we’re safe for the moment. Dinner is soon and I heard Lindir say that he’d composed a new song. Everyone in Rivendell will be in the Hall of Fire for hours.”

“If we sit quietly for a bit, we should be able to return to our rooms for fresh clothes.” Elrohir examined the broken bootlace that he’d stepped on.

“I have to say that I feel a bit uncomfortable here,” Faramir looked around at Erestor’s office for the first time. Shelves and tables were loaded with scrolls and books. The desk looked ready to crumple beneath the weight of books, scrolls, inkwells and quills.

“Fret not, beautiful,” Elladan rubbed his cheek against Faramir’s thigh. “Once Lindir begins his new song, every one will be occupied.”

Elrohir’s attention wandered from his bootlace to Faramir’s limp cock. “Oh, indeed, too busy to be bothered with reports.” His grin was wicked and his eyes sparkled with mischief.

“Elrohir, no!” Elladan jerked his head off of Faramir’s lap.

“We deserve something for all our troubles,” the second twin responded even as his hand went to cup Faramir’s balls. His thumb stroked the twin sacks. “And since father will send servants looking for us in our rooms when we aren’t down for dinner, this is the safest spot in all of Rivendell. No one will think of looking here.”

“Wicked elfling, what are you thinking?” Elladan tried to swat his brother’s hand away, but swatted Faramir instead. When the man yelped, Elladan’s face colored. “I’m sorry, beautiful.”

“I think my wicked brother should have to kiss it and make it better,” Elrohir lifted his eyes to Faramir and winked.

“I agree,” Faramir winked back. Before meeting the twins, he’d never have considered a sexual tryst in any place besides the safety of his own room. Now, however, he found the oddest places erotic. Libraries. Bathhouses. The muddy bank beneath a bridge. Lord Erestor’s private office.

Coyly Elladan bent his head and touched his lips to Faramir’s offended cock. His warm lips trailed light kissed from base to tip, causing the muscle to stiffen. “Better?” His warm breath fanned over Faramir’s groin.

“You missed a spot,” Faramir’s hand came down on the back of Elladan’s head and guided him to the purpling head.

“Oh,” breathed Elladan, “so I did.” His mouth opened and he engulfed Faramir, swirling his tongue over the head and slit.

Elrohir licked his lips and continued to fondle Faramir’s balls as his brother lowered his head on the man’s cock. Faramir leaned his head back against Erestor’s chair and closed his eyes while his hands wrapped and twisted into the silky hair of the twins’ heads.

Growing bored with merely fondling his lovely human, Elrohir climbed on to his knees and began kissing Faramir’s belly. He rubbed his face against the soft hairs and dipped his tongue into the small belly button until Faramir squirmed and sucked in his breath. Moving upward, the elf captured a nipple between his teeth and flicked it back and forth with his tongue until it was a hard nub. Stretching his neck, he captured the other one and applied even more pressure until Faramir hissed and arched.

Elladan raised his head and sat back on his haunches to watch his brother’s sweet torture. The dark hair spilled down over his back and Faramir’s fingers. Standing up, he leaned forward and kissed Faramir’s lips, forcing open the generous mouth and snaking his tongue inside the warm sweetness.

Wriggling from beneath Elladan, Elrohir surveyed the room. “This will never do. Let’s get someplace more comfortable.”

Faramir twisted away from Elladan. “I agree.”

“Let’s try the settee.”

Faramir and Elladan stared to where Elrohir was walking. “I was thinking some place else,” Faramir said.

“Nonsense,” Elrohir waved his hand. “Our rooms aren’t safe right now. Father is bound to send someone looking for us there. And when they don’t find us, they’ll check the stables and libraries and bathhouses--”

“And everywhere else they can think of,” Elladan agreed. “But not Lord Erestor’s office.”

Faramir thought about it for a moment, glanced down at his rigid cock with its purple head resting against his thigh and saw the logic. He rose from the chair and moved around it, glancing as he did so, at the array of books and scrolls.

“Did you hear something?” Elladan asked.

Elrohir dropped behind the settee, flattening himself against the carpet while Faramir and Elladan immediately flattened against the bookcase. The office door opened, brushing Faramir’s bare bottom.

“You’ve become obsessed, Erestor,” Glorfindel said as Erestor once more entered the room.

Erestor walked briskly towards his desk and pulled out a sheaf of papers from the stack. “I am not obsessed. I’m concerned. I tell you, those little imps are up to some mischief with Prince Faramir.”

“I understand that he is of consenting age,” Glorfindel remarked dryly as he leaned against the jamb.

Faramir stood stock still, pressed groin to nose with Elladan and held his breath. He could feel the cool door against his skin, the weight augmented by Glorfindel’s body. Beneath his hand, Elladan’s heart raced.

Rolling up the parchment, Erestor resettled his chair closer to the desk and sniffed. “He’s a prince, Glorfindel. A human prince. There are protocols and expectations.”

“Numenor. He’s a Numenorean Prince, Erestor. Besides, where’s the harm? “

Erestor walked back toward the door and was so busy slapping the rolled parchments against his palm and glaring at Glorfindel, he never noticed the two bodies wedged between his bulging bookcase and the door. “It’s the principle of the matter. He was sent here to gather knowledge and lore and statecraft.”

“I’d say he was learning quite  bit, Erestor,” said the other elf as he stepped back from the door. “Now do come along before we miss dinner.”

The door once more closed with a click and Faramir leaned his forehead against Elladan’s thighs.

Elrohir sat up behind the settee and giggled. “Poor Erestor. He’s really quite put out by us.”

Dusk was falling and the room was slowly fading into gloom as the sun sank behind the horizon. Dimly, the sound of elves singing could be heard and the trio knew that the meal was fully underway.

Faramir looked up at Elladan, their faces swathed in shadows, and smiled. “Our lovely Elrohir is completely incorrigible.”

Elrohir had already settled comfortably on the settee and patted the seat next to him. “Of course I am, that’s why you both love me so. I hardly think it fair that Elladan gets you all to himself.”

“Yes, definitely incorrigible,” Elladan said with a wicked grin as he rubbed his groin against Faramir’s face. “But unless we want to listen to him pout and whine all night, I suppose we’ll just have to comply with his wishes.”

Duck-waddling toward Elrohir, Faramir stroked himself, teasing his other lover. “Now we just can’t have that, can we?” He stopped before Elrohir and continued running his hand over his cock and thumbing the silken head.

Reaching up, Elrohir pulled Faramir down beside him and put his hand on Faramir’s. “Allow me,” he cooed as he began pumping Faramir’s heavy cock.

“By all means,” Faramir purred back as his own hand went questing inside Elrohir’s leggings. He placed his hand against the rigid cock and stroked it lightly.

Reaching between them, Elladan unlaced his brother’s breeches and pulled them open, freeing the long, slim cock from it’s bindings and giving Faramir more access to it. Then he undid his own and toyed with is balls as he watched his brother and Faramir kiss and fondle one another.

“I think,” said Faramir between kisses, “I’d like to taste you both.”

Immediately, Elrohir removed his hand and struggled off the low couch and stood hip to hip beside his brother while Faramir leaned forward and clasped them each in his two hands. He held the two cocks side-by-side and swiped his tongue along their heads. He opened his fingers and squeezed them closely together and stroked the bases, watching as the lose skin slid over the rigid muscles. His lips parted and he put the tips in his mouth, holding them between his lips as he lathed them with his tongue. He tasted their pre-cum and rolled his tongue into their slits. He sucked Elladan deeper into his mouth, tasting the elf’s sweetness in the back of his throat. The cock twitched in his mouth and he felt the vein throb. Withdrawing, he did the same for Elrohir and heard the elf groan appreciatively. Shifting his focus, he kissed Elrohir where his thighs met his groin, placing his tongue against the vein running just beneath the skin of his belly. He sucked and nipped the dark skin until Elrohir trembled while his other hand continued to fondle Elladan. Breathlessly he raised his head and stared up into the twins’ faces.

As if on cue, the twins leaned down together. Elladan captured Faramir’s lips and slipped his tongue inside the man’s mouth. Elrohir nuzzled Faramir’s exposed neck. Pushing Faramir back, they sat on the settee on each side, framing him between them. Their hands clasped Faramir’s cock, warm palms against hot flesh, and the man arched into them, seeking the intimate contact. He twisted his head away from Elladan, he sought out Elrohir’s lips and their mouths parted and their tongues dueled. Elladan lowered his head and traced his tongue over a puckered nipple.

Their hands stroked on another’s rigid cocks, smearing the shafts with pre-cum that coated their thighs and fingers. They moaned against each other’s flesh as the sweet friction of palms on hot cocks increased and their climaxes built. Hips strained and thigh muscles bunched. Breathing grew more labored. With a soft groan, Faramir’s spilled himself against the twins’ hands and moments later, his own hands were covered in warm, sticky cum.

They sat quietly for a bit, leaning against each other and collecting their breath. “We should probably get cleaned up and attend the singing in the Hall of Fire,” Faramir said without much enthusiasm. He could happily have drifted into peaceful sleep, but knew that they were not really safe from discovery in Erestor’s office.

“I agree,” Elladan said and shifted. “Come along, beautiful, before Father has the servants tearing apart Imladris for us.”

They got up and adjusted their clothing and hastily straightened Erestor’s office to remove any signs of their presence. They slipped quietly through the balcony door just as Erestor’s outer office door opened. The three quickly ducked into the shadows and waited.

“I can’t imagine where else they might be,” Erestor said as he glanced around his darkened office. “Although, I really can’t imagine why they’d be in here.”

“Erestor,” said Elrond in a puzzled tone. “Did you not close that?” He pointed to the open balcony door.

With guilty starts all around, Faramir, Elladan, and Elrohir dashed madly off the balcony and ran towards their rooms.