Bored and restless, Boromir strolled through the halls of the Last Homely House, searching, but not finding something to scratch the itch he could neither reach nor name. The twins, those gloriously wicked sons of Elrond, had brought him to Imladris and then promptly disappeared. He knew they had duties that would not keep them long in their father's house; however, he'd hoped to spend some time getting to know them better. He hid his disappointment as best he could and focused on the preparations for the fellowship's long, and in his opinion, fruitless journey to Mordor.
He tried not to think, to remember, that Elrond's sons were centuries older than he was. He tried not to think of them at all, in fact. Yet, on nights like tonight, when the moon was high and a cool autumn breezed stirred his hair, he could not help but remember them. He felt that familiar ache in his loins and pursed his lips. Such thoughts would do him no good, he knew. Long nights had been wasted as he tossed and turned on the soft sheets with his hard member in his palm while he vainly tried to find satisfaction.
A door on his right opened silently and out stepped an elf clad from head to toe in midnight black robes. The long hair flowed over his narrow shoulders and down his back, merging with his formal clothing until one could not tell where the silky mass ended and the heavy velvet began.
"Master Erestor," Boromir paused and bowed stiffly. He was never too sure of himself around the cold, aloof elf. Erestor was an enigma.
"Lord Boromir," Erestor tucked his long, pale hands into his sleeves and studied the man carefully. He was large, bulky and awkward looking with his shaggy hair and beard. There was something feral, wild, about the Gondorian. "Is there something I can help you with?"
"I could not sleep and thought a walk would soothe me. Have I intruded?"
"Nay," Erestor shook his head. "This is one of the libraries. Perhaps a good book?"
"I do not read elven," Boromir said with a laugh. The idea of a book was unappealing.
Erestor's hand stilled on the door handle and then suddenly twisted it open. Casually, he pushed open the portal and motioned Boromir inside. "We have books written in the common tongue. A military history, maybe?"
Trapped, Boromir inclined his head and then preceded Erestor through the door. The library was dark, but the elf went quickly around and relit tapers until the room glowed softly. Boromir studied the books as the candles brought the library to life. There were hundreds of tomes stacked on shelves from floor to ceiling. He wandered away from Erestor and moved uneasily among the stacks, his eyes flickering disinterestedly over the bindings.
"Try this one." Erestor held out a volume to Boromir and watched closely as the man opened the pages.
Boromir flipped the book open and stifled his surprised grunt. The pages were richly illuminated images of naked men and women in all manner of interesting positions. He gave Erestor a wicked smile. "I find I am unfamiliar with this style of military strategy."
"I thought perhaps it would cure your restlessness," Erestor said quietly.
"I have tried that and it has not helped at all." Boromir answered as he returned the book to Erestor. "Thank you, just the same."
Carefully, he planned his next question. "Would my lord prefer something more exotic?"
Boromir's eyes narrowed as he tried to fathom Erestor's intent. Was he offering a book or something else? "There is much in this world that is exotic. Perhaps you could be more specific."
A small shiver went down Erestor's spine. "There are variations."
Boromir pictured the twins, naked and writhing, on a cave floor and the ache in his loins increased. He cleared his throat, wishing he could as easily clear his mind. "You have done your best, Master Erestor, but I think I shall take a turn in the gardens and then return to my room."
Erestor watched as Boromir's eyes glazed over and his cheeks flushed. "I would not presume to pry into my lord's affairs, however, if it is company you seek, I am sure that something could be arranged."
Boromir laughed heartily. "I do not think even you could arrange what I crave, Master Erestor."
Erestor tilted his head, listening to the innuendo behind the words. He studied Boromir more closely, taking in the heavy shoulders and long, thick thighs. The hands were large, calloused, bred for wielding swords. His next question took him by surprise. "What do you crave?"
Boromir decided to repay Erestor for his boldness. "I crave the feel of long, silky hair in my hands. I crave flat, hard stomachs and smooth chests. I long for the succulence of elven flesh upon my tongue." Boromir stopped. He had only meant to tease Erestor a little, not bring himself to full arousal.
"You are most eloquent," Erestor said rather hoarsely. He had not expected Boromir's recitation any more than he expected his own physical response.
"Master Erestor, my boldness has taken over my senses. I hope you will forgive me."
Erestor's dark eyebrows rose and he held up his hands. "Peace, Lord Boromir, I am not offended by your words. I believe you have some experience with elves." He thought about the twins and wondered if they had some part to play in Boromir's confessed desire.
"The elves have gotten into my blood stream. You are all so exotic, so, amazingly strong and yet soft. On the outside, you are cool and controlled, untouchable. There is another side to elves, one that is passionate and expressive."
" Sensual." Erestor added. He began to feel passion stirring in him that he had not felt in a long time.
Boromir's tongue darted over his lip as he studied Erestor. Yes, sensual was the right word. Dark eyes met his and Boromir fought to catch his breath as the pale elf mesmerized him. What lay hidden beneath those dark robes, wondered Boromir.
Curiosity kept Erestor rooted to the floor. What kind of lover would Boromir make? Would he be gentle or forceful? Would he control or be controlled? Erestor realized he was never likely to find out unless he pushed the issue himself. He desperately wanted to know. Slowly, with deliberate care, he began unbuttoning the long robe that hid his strong frame from the rest of the world. He allowed the garment to fall away from his shoulders then slip down around his hips to finally pool on the floor at his feet. He was pale, but not unnaturally so, nor was he the scarecrow that he appeared. His chest was deeply muscled by exercise with both bow and sword. His hips tapered into long, strong legs. He was handsome and he knew it, but he was not vain. "I have not been so intrigued by another in quite a long time," he admitted as he stepped away from his robe.
Boromir drank in the sight greedily. The dark nipples were perfectly round and slightly puckered, and begged to be suckled into stiff peaks. His eyes traveled lower and he saw the gentle bulge in Erestor's leggings. "I am flattered that you find me intriguing." He tentatively reached out his hand and traced his finger over a nipple.
"You are rash and outspoken in council. I wonder if you will be so bold now." Erestor came forward gracefully, moving like a cat. His thigh brushed against Boromir's and he paused, waiting and watching to see what the man would do next.
Reaching up, Boromir threaded his hands through the dark ebony locks, feeling the silken threads run through his hands. He wanted to see that smooth porcelain skin marked and he lowered his head until his lips touched the warm flesh and he bit down forcefully. Erestor groaned and tilted back his had, giving the man greater access to his tender throat. The teeth and warm, wet tongue bruising his skin felt good. He placed his hands on the back of Boromir's head, pressing him down. Boromir growled softly as he nipped his way down Erestor's exposed throat, taking his time as he scored the pale flesh with his teeth and then licked the wound gently with his tongue. He wrapped the advisor in his strong arms, and held him steady while his mouth moved over the collarbone and down lower, seeking a dusky, flat nipple. First, he laved it with his tongue until it puckered and then he bit down with his front teeth, pinching it roughly until Erestor hissed. He released the abused disk and kissed it softly before swiping it again with his tongue. Erestor trembled in is arms and he felt a momentary satisfaction as he realized he made the advisor lose some of his composure. He kissed and nibbled a trail to the other nipple and gave it the same attention he had the first one. His ministrations had the same effect on them both, and he could feel Erestor's erection pressing against his thigh and he knew that Erestor could feel his erection, as well.
Erestor reached down and unlaced his leggings, allowing his cock to spring free from its prison. The underside brushed against Boromir's thigh, leaving a small smear of semen on the fabric. He looked down at Boromir, watching the man slowly kiss a path down the center of his torso and smiled broadly. Then the tongue that he'd come to think of us as unbearably wicked dipped into is navel and he sucked in his breath as a tingling flash ran down to his loins. Boromir's hands grasped his hips and held him steady. He peered into the gray eyes for a moment before Boromir lowered his head and engulfed his cock in one swallow. Erestor gripped Boromir's hair in his fist while his hips thrust forward, forcing himself deeper into the man's eager mouth. First, the tongue slid down the underside and then slipped side to side as Boromir slowly pulled away. He paused, holding the red tip between his teeth and flicked his tongue back and forth over the slit. Erestor gave the man an encouraging smile.
Boromir tasted Erestor's salty-sweetness as it leaked on to his tongue and he moaned softly. This was what he'd craved and needed. He opened his mouth as wide as he could and relaxed his throat as he slowly took Erestor into his mouth. As the head touched the back of his throat, he gagged, but took a deep breath and swallowed. He heard Erestor groan and swallowed again, seeking to give the elf as much pleasure as he could. He closed his eyes as he sucked on the heavy member, allowing his mind to drift on a cloud of bliss as he pleasured the elf to the fullest of his abilities. Soon, he world narrowed until every thing centered upon sucking and swallowing.
Watching Boromir's head nod back and forth and his cock slide between the man's pink lips sent Erestor spiraling further and further away from reason. He felt the growing tension and allowed it to build unchecked. When at last the sweet ache was too much to bear, he pulled Boromir's head back.
The Gondorian grunted as long fingers dug into his scalp and he allowed the cock to slip from between his lips with a soft plop. He looked up into the dark eyes and blinked. He suddenly realized that his knees ached from the cold tiles and he shifted. Moisture darkened the front of his leggings. He sat back on his haunches with his hands resting on his thighs and watched Erestor strip off the rest of his clothing. The elf was truly beautiful. The elves truly enchanted him, enthralled him, and entranced him. No matter what else happened, he would always long for elves.
"Come," Erestor held down his hand to help Boromir rise. When the man stood before him on unsteady feet, he reached down and released the straining bulge in Boromir's leggings. The thick, heavy cock fell neatly into his waiting palm and he stroked his hand over it, running his thumb along the throbbing vein and over the weeping head.
Boromir clasped his hand, squeezing the fingers more tightly around his member. "This feels so good," he murmured softly.
Erestor embraced Boromir with his free hand and kissed him deeply while he continued to stroke the man's heavy member. Their tongues danced and dueled for a moment and then Erestor broke the kiss. "Remove your clothes." He stepped away from Boromir and disappeared around a freestanding shelf.
By the time Boromir had gotten rid of his tunic and breeches and boots, Erestor had returned. In his hand, he carried a small vial. "We use this to treat the leather bindings," he explained as he unstopped the bottle.
Boromir smelled linseed and something else. His secret opening gave a little excited spasm. Without even thinking, he turned his back to Erestor, and placed his hands on a bookcase and spread his legs invitingly.
For a moment, Erestor stared at the pink hole and let his imagination wander. Remembering a comfortable couch in the far corner of the library, Erestor touched Boromir's hip. "I know of a place far more comfortable." He led the man to the farthest part of the library and sat down on the couch. "Here, sit on my lap."
Boromir gave the advisor a dubious stare. "Are you sure?"
For an answer, Erestor reached up and yanked hard on Boromir's arms and the man fell forward with a soft cry of surprise. He held Boromir firmly and poured as small amount of the oil along his crack. Then he set aside the bottle and began smoothing the oil between Boromir's cheeks. He dipped his finger into the puckered opening and felt the muscles clench around the digit.
Boromir wriggled. "I am not uncomfortable," he said as he felt the gentle prodding at his entrance. Erestor took the hint and quickly inserted two more fingers, causing Boromir to sigh with contentment.
When he deemed the passage well coated, he withdrew his fingers and slicked his own cock with the residue from his palm. He settled down more comfortably and pulled Boromir's hips closer. He positioned the man so that he was just poised over his cock and waited.
Boromir lowered himself carefully, balancing his weight on his arms, until he felt Erestor's cock nudge him. Then, groaning softly, he settled down, pushing the heavy member deeper and deeper until he felt stretched and full. His bottom settled on Erestor's thighs and he leaned back so that he rested against Erestor's chest. He kissed the elf along the narrow jaw.
With Boromir's full weight on his thighs and the unbelievable tightness engulfing his cock, Erestor was not sure how long he would last. He put one hand on Boromir's chest and pinched the pale nipples while the other hand wrapped around the man's cock and slowly stroked up and down.
Boromir squirmed and Erestor's cock moved deep inside him, striking his sensitive gland. He jerked and shuddered and cried out at the contact. Placing his feet on the edge of the couch, he used the leverage to begin slowly riding up and down Erestor's cock, seeking further contact with that spot deep within him that would send him flying over the edge.
Erestor lowered his head and nipped Boromir's shoulder. He could feel every ripple of Boromir's deep inner muscles and his cock twitched and throbbed. His hips began rocking, keeping off time with Boromir, and they both began to keen and moan.
Boromir wanted the sensation to go on forever and he needed it to end, to reach the fulfillment that he so craved. Each movement brought Erestor's cock roughly against his prostate and he groaned and hissed and felt his muscles contract. Erestor's hand increased pressure and speed and Boromir began to pant and sweat trickled down his chest and pooled in his navel. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold on.
Erestor kissed Boromir's ear. "Spill your seed," he ordered, giving Boromir's cock a hard squeezing.
That was all Boromir needed and he went rigid, pushing down hard, grinding the elf's cock against his over sensitive prostate. His muscles clenched tight around Erestor's cock and his own member pulsed and throbbed in time. His juice flowed over the advisor's hand and dripped onto his own thighs. He growled deep in his chest.
As the muscles tightened around him, Erestor felt his cock throb violently and then his hips hitched and he emptied himself deep into Boromir. He held Boromir tightly and trembled as his orgasm sent him spiraling away from the library and his duties, and even his own body. After a few moments, his body relaxed and he drew a deep shuddering breath. Boromir's essence covered his hand, warm and sticky, and the member grew flaccid. He felt himself slip from Boromir's heat and sighed softly.
The sweat on Boromir's body cooled and he shook slightly. He tried to clench his opening to keep Erestor inside him a little longer, but the slick member slipped out of him anyway. He sighed and shifted. "I believe I shall be able to sleep now." He commented.
Erestor squirmed from beneath Boromir and got to his feet. Before he realized what he was doing, he raised his hand to his mouth and licked the man's cum from fingers. He ignored Boromir's soft laugh. "Wait here," he ordered.
A few moments later, he returned carrying his voluminous robe. He shook it out, revealing yards and yards of material. "This should keep us warm enough."
Boromir said nothing as he scooted over on the couch to make room for the advisor.
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