Pairings: Elrond/Gil-galad/Erestor/Glorfindel
Summary: Elrond turns 229, and has the best birthday ever.
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Ho Tarion means 'his sunday'. :D Happy Birthday Anand!
II 251, Urime 17, Tarion; Lindon.
Sunday, August 17th, The Year 251 of the Second Age, Lindon.
"Elrond?" Gil-galad called as he made his way down the stairs to the tiny, walled-in garden his young lover was so fond of, especially lately. There was no answer. He tried again. "Elrond?"
At the base of the stairs, he took a look around. No, Elrond wasn't sleeping under the bushes. He wasn't writing Elros a letter on the bench. He wasn't up in the maple tree, contemplating the architechure. He was curled up like a kitten in the wide windowsill, reading. His back rested against the wall where the window had been bricked over, creating a handy nook for a moody half-elf to hide.
No wonder he hadn't heard him. When Elrond read, he tuned out the whole world. Gil-galad was jealous of that ability, some days. He touched Elrond lightly on the arm. "Elrond?" He said gently. Elrond startled, as if suddenly wakened, blinking at him. "Gil-galad? What is it?" He asked.
Gil-galad smiled and fondly stroked Elrond's hair. "It's getting late, and I invited Erestor and Glorfindel to eat with us." Elrond's eyes narrowed shrewdly. "It's still plenty light out. I say you are overeager to eat, and I know for a fact that you three are probably planning a party for me with the whole of Lindon invited and I refuse to take part." He huffed, and made a show of going back to his book.
Gil-galad laughed. "Now, now. Surely you realize that even if you hide and pretend it isn't happening, you still turn two hundred twenty nine this evening, whether you like it or not?"
Elrond looked up at him, woeful. "Can't I turn one hundred again?"
"Now there's a fair leap, two hundred twenty eight, then one hundred again, overnight. No, I do not think so, my love, if it were possible I daresay it would be illegal." He pulled Elrond into a hug. The scrawny half-elf let him, draping long limbs against his lover's broad form and burying his face in his chest, taking a deep breath of his smell. "Spoilsport." He murmured.
They stood in the twilight, embraced, for a moment. "I'm sorry." Elrond apologized. "I just don't trust you today. Or them."
"Nonsense!" Gil-galad began to defend himself and his friends, drawing away.
Elrond started to walk off. Gil-galad caught his hands, staying him. "Alright, listen. I swear it to you. There is no celebration with all of Lindon invited."
"Or the palace?"
"Or the palace."
"What do you have planned, then?"
"Just a simple meal with my best swordsman, my herald and my favorite advisor." Elrond's left brow arched in suspicion. "That's all?" He didn't believe it.
"Alright, alright..." Gil-galad leaned in conspiratorially. "Two bottles of forty year finest, courtesy of Cirdan, were also invited."
"Ha!" Elrond crowed. "I knew you were hiding something!"
Gil-galad smirked. "So, will you come to dinner?"
Elrond looked at him cautiously. "I suppose I will. Proceed." He waved his lover ahead as if afraid of an ambush.
Gil-galad led the way, Elrond suspiciously following.
As promised, when the wary half-elf trailed into the adjoining chamber of the bedroom he shared with Gil-galad that doubled as both common room and dining area, the only residents at the table in the modest dining room were indeed Erestor and Glorfindel.
"Took you long enough!" Glorfindel announced. "We were going to start without you in another few minutes." Elrond took his seat, opposite Gil-galad.
"I'm surprised he didn't just pick you up and cart you here." Erestor observed quietly.
"He thought about it. I could see the frustrated glint he got in his eyes." Elrond replied mildly. They laughed while Elrond chuckled in amusement at his love's expense and began heaping his plate.
After dinner, Gil-galad poured the forty-year wine, the highlight of the meal.
"Mmm." Glorfindel stated, settling back in his chair.
Erestor spoke into the companionable silence. "It's not every day one turns two hundred twenty nine. To Elrond."
"Here, here." Gil-galad added, and drank from his glass in agreement. Elrond also drank. Glorfindel set his glass down, and said, "In honor of this rare event, I think you should do something reckless."
Laughter greeted that statement. "What would you suggest?" Elrond asked. Glorfindel's answer was ready. "Get something pierced!" More laughter.
"Why do you say that?" Erestor asked, his voice dark and rich, face shadowed stunningly in the firelight. "Because he wants to get pierced!" Elrond replied, smiling cheekily at the blonde.
"I could pierce you." Gil-galad offered, patting his sword. Glorfindel held up his hands in polite refusal, grinning. "What do you want pierced?" Erestor persisted.
"Well, one time I saw a fellow with a piercing through here-" He began, laying a hand on his crotch.
"Bedded him, is more likely." Elrond interrupted, earning a glare from Glorfindel, who continued. "And I've wondered if I might be able to get one as well sometime."
"Won't that hurt?" Gil-galad asked, concerned for his swordsman and friend. Erestor nodded, and said, "But if he wants it, it'll be worth it."
Erestor moved his chair into better lighting. "Come here, and I'll take a look and see if it can be done." "Now?" Glorfindel said, with a little alarm. "Scared?" Elrond teased. Glorfindel stood. "No. Of course not." He hit Elrond in the back of the head as he passed his chair. "I just don't want you to see my assets."
"We've all seen your ass and your assets, Glorfindel. You've no more modesty than a friendly tomcat." Gil-galad joked truthfully. Naked was a common look for Glorfindel.
"Well, at least I don't look around at a post-battle river-wash!" He accused.
"Of course not, and that's why you trip and fall into the rocks and have to be rescued." Gil-galad returned smoothly.
"By handsome young warriors." Elrond added his observation.
"It only happened the one time!" Glorfindel defended. Then, more quietly added: "They weren't that cute."
"Glorfindel." Erestor interrupted the laughter. "Come here." Glorfindel hesitated. "I'll be discreet." Erestor promised. Glorfindel obligingly came over, untied his leggings and bared himself, blushing a little. Gil-galad and Elrond peeked, smirking. Erestor asked, keeping eye contact with Glorfindel, "Where do you want it?" Elrond admired his composure. Glorfindel showed him, and Erestor leaned close, prodding with his fingers carefully, poking and gently squeezing. "I don't think it will work. Or I can't, anyway." He said, with the calm of a man who was not handling his gorgeous friend's assets.
"Alright then." Glorfindel said, tucking himself away and pulling his pants back up. "Where else do you want it?" "My ear." Erestor inspected Glorfindel's earlobe and pronounced it pierceable. He got up and went for his 'tools'. Elrond dragged his chair closer to watch. Erestor returned and pulled up a chair next to Glorfindel. Methodically, he cleaned his tools with an astringent, applied healing salve to a small earring that would need to be replaced after healing, and wiped Glorfindel's earlobe.
"Ready?" he asked. Glorfindel nodded. Elrond leaned closer. Gil-galad watched, his feet on the table. Erestor held the flesh with one hand, and with the other drove the needle through. Glorfindel's jaw clenched, but he did not move. Erestor calmly reached over, picked up the earring, and efficiently replaced the needle with it, locking the clasp. In the entire space of two minutes, the job was done. Glorfindel looked surprised, reaching up to find no blood. "It won't bleed for a while yet." Erestor informed them. Gil-galad applauded briefly.
Elrond, still leaning close, was enthralled by the look on Glorfindel's face, something like Gil-galad's during sex. Without thinking, he leaned in the last few inches and kissed him. To his surprise, Glorfindel kissed him back. Erestor gaped. Gil-galad stared. Elrond drew away, wiping dampness from his lips. Glorfindel had used tongue!"Sorry." He apologized, blushing.
Glorfindel did not apologize. He who hesitates doesn't get laid, after all. He was already in motion, and before Gil-galad could gather wits to be angry, Glorfindel had seductively tipped his chin up and was tonguing him.
When they pulled apart, Gil-galad stroked Glorfindel's hair. Glorfindel chuckled. Erestor shook himself out of his stupor and grabbed Glorfindel by the shoulder and began to drag his errant friend out.
"Are you crazy? What on Arda is wrong with y-" Erestor was abruptly cut off when Gil-galad stood, laid his fingers over Erestor's lips to shut him up, then leaned in and gently gave him the best kiss of his life. Erestor blinked in shock.
"What is this?" He asked. "This is my birthday." Elrond said, stepping softly closer to the three. He laid a hand on Erestor and Glorfindel's shoulders, leaning into Gil-galad's embrace from behind. "Will you share tonight with us, my dearest friends?"
Glorfindel laced his fingers into the hand he'd been given, and leaning over Elrond, kissed Gil-galad in acceptance. Elrond pressed his lips to the blonde's long, slim neck. Erestor watched, feeling a little arousal along with the trust he usually associated with these three.
"Yes." He said, kissing Elrond's hand. "Yes."
Erestor had never slept with any of these three, and he was fairly sure Glorfindel hadn't either. Gil-galad and Elrond were so exclusive that Erestor was sure Gil-galad had been the only person the Peredhel had ever slept with. Gil-galad's history was anybody's guess, but most likely as lonely as his own.
Watching Glorfindel in the bedroom, Erestor understood how he came to be known as Rwalaer*. His confidence and hunger were inspiring, and looking at Elrond's enthralled face and Gil-galad's shining eyes, he guessed that Glorfindel might well be welcome in their bed after. Then it was his turn to be seduced, as Glorfindel turned on him, turquoise eyes dilated widely in the dim light.
Their mouths met, just barely touching, and pants and sighs and wet sounds filled the night as Glorfindel used his tongue on Erestor's lips only. Soon he was pushing Erestor's robes off his shoulders, and diving for his shirt were Elrond's small, quick hands, as he pressed against Glorfindel's side. Gil-galad was behind him, then, breathing heavily. He and Glorfindel kissed against his ear, and Erestor cried out at the first touch of Elrond's warm hands on his bare flesh.
The noise made Gil-galad startle, and he pulled away from Glorfindel, their mouths no longer copulating noisily next to his face. Glorfindel stood and removed his clothes. Gil-galad began undressing the half-naked Peredhel, and Erestor soon found himself naked in the soft night breeze. Gil-galad, shirtless, lifted him up, sent him in the direction of the bed. Glorfindel found him halfway there, and his hands roamed even as he sucked Erestor's thrusting tongue. Once they were sure of one another's full nudity, Glorfindel drug him down onto the cool, sleek surface of the bed Elrond and Gil-galad shared.
They rolled, lazily pinning the other under them for the sheer pleasure of flesh on flesh, for a while, until they heard a moan from the other end of the room. Looking over, they beheld Gil-galad with a mouthful of elf flesh, and Elrond keening and stroking his dark tresses with feather touches. "Mmm." Glorfindel said contemplatively, as his hand curled around Erestor's cock. Erestor whimpered, and found the hot upward curve of Glorfindel's erection. They moved slowly, lazily on the other, watching.
When Elrond was close, his cheeks highlighted with color, and his breath coming in deep gasps, Gil-galad pulled off, leaving Elrond's pulsing erection standing sleek and shining with spit in the dim light, straight above his belly. He whined piteously. Gil-galad refused him gently, and got undressed. Then he bent down and scooped up his lover.
Erestor and Glorfindel released one another when Gil-galad lay Elrond between them, and covered him in kisses. Gil-galad went around and climbed up over their feet, as they were all lying with their heads at the foot of the bed. He remained on all fours over the sprawled birthday elf, and went to work on his nipples. When his breath became too fast, they backed off a little, and Gil-galad slowed his hands on Glorfindel's cock.
Precome and oil flowed, then, as Elrond began kissing Glorfindel savagely. Gil-galad moved them both deftly up to the pillows, and buried his tongue in Glorfindel's caressing mouth while opening him with oil below. When he was as ready as he'd ever be, he pulled away, and turned to Elrond, who was reclining in Erestor's arms to watch. Elrond reclaimed Glorfindel's touch, and slicked himself minimally before sliding into the well-prepared heat between the blonde's widespread thighs. Both groaned together, and the other two drew nearer.
Elrond began to rock in small circles, impatiently, as Gil-galad oiled his opening. When he lay along Elrond's back and sheathed himself slowly inside, Elrond shrieked with pleasure into Glorfindel's mouth. All three panted. Gil-galad drove in a little further, testing depth, pushing Elrond further inside Glorfindel, who groaned appreciatively. They looked over for Erestor, expecting to see him rubbing oil on his cock, watching and waiting for his chance. Instead, grinning, he nudged them all so there would be room for him, then settled himself so he was sitting over Glorfindel's face and leaning back on the pillows under his right side, cock pointing directly into Elrond's face, who had caught on and was smiling with pleasure at the idea.
It officially started when Glorfindel brought his hands up, spread Erestor open wide, and began doing things that caused Erestor to whimper, his knees to shake, and his cock to gush precome inside Elrond's mouth. Gil-galad moaned in bliss, and set to leaving a hickey on Erestor's upper thigh, his thrusts driving Elrond to heaven.
Elrond, caught in the middle, would have screamed in ecstasy if he could, but he was too lost, too caught up, too far gone in the moment to do anything but thrust in time with Gil-galad. His cock was encased in hot wet silk, Gil-galad's mighty rod was cleaving him deeply, and in his mouth was one of his favorite things in all the world. He was understandably, a very happy elf.
Glorfindel was the first to come, his cock sliding roughly between Elrond's sweat-slick belly and his own. His muffled shout and a final twist of the tongue sent Erestor screaming into the pillow and coming thickly down Elrond's throat. Gil-galad, having the best view of all, was so inspired he added his own yell to the chorus, flooding Elrond's insides with warmth. Elrond thrust once, twice, then whimpered and clamped down on Gil-galad, swallowing Erestor's softening, sensitive cock compulsively. Glorfindel moaned a little as he felt heat fill him, but just lay there, breathing heavily.
Erestor floated in a dreamlike state. Gil-galad rested, his eyes shut, against Elrond's shoulder blade. Elrond was unconscious for the better part of a minute before Glorfindel made the first reluctant post-coital move. He raised his hand to Erestor's hip and pushed him away. Then he just lay there and breathed. Gil-galad took it as his cue, and began to slide out slowly, with a lazy grunt as his cock slipped free. He lay on his side next to Erestor, askew on the officially messy bed.
Elrond came to, and kept his face against Glorfindel's neck as he arched his hips backward, pulling free. Erestor tugged the covers down and drug himself onto the left-most side. Glorfindel crept over and lay beside him, watching as Gil-galad held a clinging Elrond against him while moving into a comfortable position. Gil-galad settled, and pulled the covers over them. Glorfindel pulled Erestor over to lie on his chest; their heads turned toward the other two. Gil-galad was spooned behind a sleepily blinking Elrond. Even as he watched, Glorfindel's eyes glazed over in sleep. Erestor soon followed, nuzzling into Glorfindel's chest. Gil-galad's arm tightened protectively around his waist, then he winked out too, going heavy and slack in sleep. Elrond let the warm darkness of sleep come over him. This was the best birthday ever, he thought, grinning broadly, too bad Elros missed it.
*Lusty one :D
The End
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