Erestor was in the kitchen yet again, preparing their evening meal when he heard the door open. He didn't have to look to know it was Glorfindel and from the weight of his step, today's hunting must have been successful.

Tugging off his soaked cloak, Glorfindel absently tossed it over the back of his chair, his boots pulled off and placed by the fire to dry before he stretched his arms over his head, cracking his back with a moan. Then, moving into the kitchen, he came up behind Erestor, wrapping his arms around the slender waist, his chin resting on his lover's firm shoulder, peering down to see what he was doing.

"I've just started so dinner will be late tonight. Elrond kept me busy all afternoon," Erestor answered as he peeled vegetables. "There's plenty of time for you to bathe if you like."

"In a moment," Glorfindel murmured softly, nibbling his mate's ear as he tightened his arms, just wishing to be near his lover, if only for a few moments.

Erestor ignored the nibbling. He had a meal to prepare, the dishes to clean afterwards, not to mention he was already tired from work. And as usual, Glorfindel expected him to be ready, willing, and able any time day or night. Tonight he just wanted to go to bed for some blessed sleep.

Gently licking the pulse point in Erestor's neck, Glorfindel let his hands roam the firm chest for a few moments longer before pulling away, his soaked clothes stuck to his skin and his hair matted against his head. As well as a faint scent of blood that still clung to his hands, despite having been washed away.

Despite the distracting caress, Erestor kept to his task. If he let himself turn to look at Glorfindel soaked like that, his hair and clothes clinging to his body, he'd never get dinner finished. "Later, love, if you want to have dinner tonight."

Glorfindel laughed softly, tilting Erestor's head up for a soft kiss. Murmuring "I love you," before hieing himself off for a bath.

As he listened to water splashing in the bathroom, Erestor found himself wishing Glorfindel would take on more responsibilities around the house. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate his lover's skill as a hunter, Glorfindel was a good provider and they had never lacked for meat or anything else from the forest. But tonight he would have much rather had some help in the kitchen than another bird to pluck.

Squeaky clean and dressed in fresh garments, Glorfindel returned to the kitchen. One hand soon resting on the curve of Erestor's hip as he reached above his head. Pulling down two glasses and a bottle of wine, filling each half way before corking the bottle, sliding it to rest against the back of the counter.

"This isn't helping dinner get done any faster," Erestor chided as Glorfindel continued to tease him. "There's only so much I can do at once."

Glorfindel sighed, pressing an affectionate, if put off kiss against Erestor's cheek, before moving towards the fire, stoking the flames until they leapt high, offering more warmth to the chilly room.

Sighing that Glorfindel didn't seem to take the hints, Erestor decided to try the direct approach. "You know, if you learned to cook, this wouldn't take so long. And I'd have more energy for you later."

Letting his eyes trail over Erestor's body, he remembered how long it had been since they'd had sex. Elbereth but it seemed like months. Of course there were those bouts before bed every once in awhile, but they were all so subdued, so gentle. He wanted, well suffice to say, he wanted his horny Erestor back.

Moving from his spot in front of the fireplace, Glorfindel walked back into the kitchen, his hands again finding their places on Erestor's hips. "What do you want me to do?" "Well you can finish these," Erestor said as he pushed the bowl of half peeled vegetables in front of Glorfindel. "One so skilled with the sword as you should be able to manage a paring knife. I'll find the things to make those honey cakes and you can help me when you're finished."

"Smart ass," Glorfindel muttered, sending a grope below the belt before accepting the knife. There were a few butchered vegetables to start with until he got the hand of such motions. Really it wasn't so different that working with wood, though the vegetables were softer, not requiring so much pressure.

Gathering flour, honey, eggs, and spices from the pantry, Erestor returned to find Glorfindel finished. "Not the prettiest sight I've seen, but they'll do. Put them in the pot with the meat and while they cook, I'll teach you how to make your favorite dessert." With Glorfindel finally willing to learn kitchen work, he was going to take full advantage of it.

Coming to stand behind Erestor after doing as ordered, Glorfindel used his height to his advantage, easily looking over the other's shoulder, ready to learn what his lover had to teach him.

"You start with two measures of flour," Erestor explained as he poured them into a large bowl. "Along with the cinnamon, the traders brought back last month. Mix them together."

Reaching around Erestor, Glorfindel did as instructed, though he couldn't help but press snugly against his lover, feeling the tight bottom against his blooming erection.

"Hmm, maybe you should come around here, stand by the counter," Erestor teased. "That way you won't get distracted from the lesson."

"I'm paying attention," he murmured, giving a light thrust as he continued to mix together the ingredients.

"To the food Sir, not what you have planned for later," Erestor added in the same voice he'd used on the twins when they didn't pay enough attention during lessons. Glorfindel was as nearly as bad.

"I can do both," he mumbled, resting his chin on Erestor's shoulder, pausing once the cinnamon and flour where mixed, his hands moving back to Erestor's hips, guiding the taut ass against him.

His voice faltering a bit, Erestor took a deep breath and continued the lesson. "Next you add milk and honey, stir until the batter is smooth."

Reaching up, Glorfindel took hold of the spoon, mixing the batter even as he pressed Erestor against the counter, rubbing up against him.

Sighing, Erestor leaned back into his lover, images of them together making his loins start to grow warm. But he forced those to the side and went back to the task of teaching his beloved how to do more at home. "Next you add the eggs. Fresh ones so the cakes will rise as they bake."

Cracking the hard shells against the counter, Glorfindel let them plop into the batter, absently noting the texture was close to oil. Wondering if it could be used as oil. His hand slowly mixing the batter together, he imagined his beloved stretched out on the kitchen table, legs spread open wide. Cracking the egg, letting it run over his beloved's firm ass, breaking the yoke as he pushed two fingers in.

"Don't overstir it, it makes the cakes tough. Finally, you check the taste to see if it needs more honey or cinnamon," Erestor said as he took the spoon and held it to Glorfindel's mouth.

Parting his lips, Glorfindel wrapped his lips around the spoon, tasting the batter before licking away the excess. His tongue sliding up, lapping at Erestor's fingers as he gave another thrust against the firm cheeks.

"Then ... uh, it tastes all right?" Erestor sputtered as he fought to keep his concentration on cakes, not his lover pressing against him.

"Perfect," he purred softly, sliding his hands from Erestor's shoulder's to his hips, pulling him back firmly. "Just like you."

Pulling away, Erestor reached for a baking pan. "Fill each one halfway and then you bake them for fifteen minutes. They burn easily so you have to pay attention to them," he said as he slid the pan into the oven.

Waiting until Erestor had closed the oven door, Glorfindel whirled his lover around, gripping his slender hips and tugging him close, nearly inhaling his lips as he rubbed their erections together.

Erestor responded with equal force, aroused beyond measure by his beloved's teasing and this place. It had been a long time since he'd felt so excited and now he wanted nothing more than to be ridden hard and fast.

Walking the young elf backwards, Glorfindel thrust his tongue deep inside, licking and nipping the inside of his mouth as he pressed him back against the table, reaching for the eggs.

Erestor pulled at Glorfindel's shirt, tearing the cloth when the buttons didn't give way fast enough. Gods, he was on fire. As Glorfindel pushed him onto the table, lumps of dough left over from earlier bread making and containers jutted into his back. "Wait." Then he leaned up and raked everything into the floor without a second thought. Then he spread his legs and smiled.

Glorfindel groaned at Erestor's actions, he'd never seen his lover so wanton, so sexy. Hissing in delight, he climbed between the spread legs, cracking the eggs without a second thought. Sliding the slippery substance over his cock, breaking the yoke as he slid it over his throbbing flesh.

Slippery hands reaching for Erestor's leggings, he snapped the cords, easing them over Erestor's erection before yanking them down the rest of the way, tossing them over his shoulder before thrusting to slippery fingers inside his lover's ass.

"My golden one has gilded himself even more," Erestor cooed as he clenched at the fingers. "Fill me now, lover. Make the table shake with your force."

Gripping Erestor's thighs he tugged the young elf down, slamming inside with one smooth thrust. And pressing his lover flat, he gripped the edge of the table, thrusting in hard and fast.

"Oh yes, yes. You feel so good, so hard. Now make me beg for mercy," Erestor demanded as he pulled at Glorfindel so the thrusts would be even more powerful.

Savaging his lover's body, Glorfindel bit into the tender flesh of Erestor's shoulder, muffling his grunts as the table rocked under his force, Erestor's body sliding up further with each brutal pounding.

Erestor tore at Glorfindel's back, leaving fierce red marks where his fingers had grasped. All the while moaning loudly and tossing his head to and fro from the lust racing through him.

Throwing his head back with a cry of passion, the blond thrust deep and hard into the spasming tunnel, nearly tearing his lover in his passion.

"I come now, push me over," Erestor shouted, wanting that one last thrust that would force him into oblivion and total bliss.

Shifting his hips, Glorfindel tore into his lover with abandon, slamming up against his prostate, and feeling Erestor's seed spurting against his chest, he arched back, slamming inside as he came with a feral growl.

Gasping for breath, Erestor simply laid there, too exhausted to kiss. Glorfindel had collapsed on the table beside him and they stared into each other's eyes, sated yet eager for more.

Tucking his arm under his head, Glorfindel gently slid his lover closer, draping one arm around Erestor's waist as he closed his eyes.

"I've missed this," Erestor said once his chest had stopped heaving. "You are my perfect lover in every way."

Purring softly, Glorfindel slid his hand down Erestor's body, gripping his ass, though careful not to squeeze too hard after the brutal pounding it had received only a few minutes before. "As you are mine. My lover, my mate."

"I just wish I wasn't too tired so often. It's hard to do this after a long day at work and then more tasks waiting for me here," Erestor explained, hoping Glorfindel would understand without being pushed into it.

Pressing his lips to Erestor's throat, he soothed the bites he had inflicted earlier. "So what you're saying is, if I help you with the housework you won't fall asleep the moment we get into bed?"

"It would help. I'm not blaming you, but now that Elrond's given me more duties, I don't have as much time as I used to. I don't want that to come between us like it has been. Do you understand?"

Wrapping his arms around his lover's body, Glorfindel pulled his mate close. "Of course I understand. I'm not an insensitive brute . . . all the time. I only wish you had told me earlier."

Erestor smiled and kissed his soldier. "You're my brute and I wouldn't trade you for the finest lord in Valinor."

Glorfindel smiled, rolling over to cover his mate's body with his own, stroking his lover's cheek gently. Leaning down to press a gentle kiss to Erestor's lips, his eyes started to flutter closed. Romantic words he wasn't good with, but he could show Erestor how much he cherished the young elf in other ways.

As they lay there nestled together, Erestor's nose began to twitch at an acrid smell. Eyes widening when he suddenly realized what it was. "Our cakes!" He jerked up rapidly, then ran to the oven. Opening the door to pull out a dozen honey cakes, now all black and wafting smoke.

"Looks like there'll be no dessert tonight," Glorfindel chuckled as he looked Erestor with his ruined cakes. "You have to admit, they sacrificed themselves for a greater cause."

His sense of humor back, Erestor did manage a smirk. "That they did, and after all that hard work," then he laughed as he tossed the charred sweets into the trash. "Guess that means we'll have to try again tomorrow."

THE END