Title: What Happened Last Night?
Author: Red Lasbelin
Beta: Keiliss
Email: red.lasbelin@gmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Glorfindel/Erestor
Warnings: er……slash?
Summary: What do you get with two very old friends and four bottles of
wine?
Request: Something smutty, either a teasing or antagonistic
relationship, conflict/resolution, not 'true love' but the development
of a mutual respect and sworn allegiance/friendship.
Written for: Fimbrethiel in the Mistletoe in May swap.
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Erestor woke up slowly, his head pounding in a painful fashion. He
tried to remember what he drank last night to cause a hangover the
like of which he hadn't experienced in ages. The first thing he
noticed was that the bed sank in strange places. Opening one eye
slowly, he next realized the decor was quite different to the warm,
vibrant colours he had painstakingly picked out for his own rooms.
He was just on the edge of moving past the fuzziness in his mind, when
a large, tanned arm wrapped around his middle firmly and drew him back
into a very warm embrace. Quicker than thought, Erestor elbowed the
Elf in the stomach, hard, and then tried to break free of the tight
grip while becoming aware of a string of loud curses from a familiar
voice.
Pausing, Erestor tilted his head upwards, sharply reminded of how
short he was in comparison to many Elves and looked into darkened blue
eyes, which were slitted with irritation before recognition settled in
and they opened wide in shock. In a few seconds he absorbed the blonde
hair, deliciously tousled and spilling over bare golden skin, before
he was released hastily and they both scooted back on each side of the
bed as far as they could go, though the bed wasn't that big, so they
couldn't move far.
"What are you doing here?"
"I could ask the same of you, Glorfindel." Erestor's voice was curt,
he was clearly trying to process exactly what went on here, but it was
difficult to think with the headache and the strange surroundings. He
was sure that he had gone to bed alone. He eyed the blonde across from
him. Glorfindel and he had been friends for a very long time, but this
was something he never expected to see, and for which he had no
explanation. "First things first, where are we?"
"I think this is your room, but I'm not sure. The room that was
assigned to me wasn't like this," Glorfindel said after giving a slow
look around. Erestor blinked, finally remembering where he was.
Gondor. He was part of the entourage that had accompanied Elrond to
Arwen's wedding.
"All right, next question -- how did we end up here?"
Glorfindel looked dumbfounded at this, and Erestor sighed. How much
had they had to drink anyway? It wasn't supposed to be one big blur.
He grasped at one small thread of memory. Oh god, did they really do
that? He remembered slick skin sliding against skin and he looked over
at the blonde.
"Did we do what I think we did?"
"Dear, we are naked in the same bed and it appears there are quite a
few bottles on that table over there."
Erestor turned, wincing slightly. Glorfindel had the grace to look
abashed at that.
"I remember you coming to me after the wedding dinner, wanting to just
talk," the warrior offered, gathering the blanket around his waist a
little closer. "You were upset. Something about Elrond?"
Erestor noted the small movement, but did nothing other than raising
an eyebrow. "Ah yes, I saw him on the balcony - he looked so tired, so
sad, Glor. And he wouldn't talk to me; he just said he wanted to be
alone. He's losing Arwen forever, I didn't think it was good for him
to be alone like that……"
"Well that explains the discussion we had on fading. And Valinor. But
I thought that was because that is our next step of the journey. You
were nervous about that, I could tell. It's probably the reason why
there were all these bottles of wine." There was definitely a twinkle
in Glorfindel's blue eyes at this, and Erestor felt the need to defend
himself from the teasing.
"I didn't have to urge you on to drink if I remember correctly. Though
I will admit I always held my liquor better than you. It showed." He
kept his face completely clean of emotion, knowing that Glorfindel's
lightheadedness was a vulnerable area to probe.
"Are you insulting my bed skills? I don't remember any complaints at
the time. In fact, I recall a lot of `yes' and `oh more please!'
Now Glorfindel had him at that, Erestor thought. Once the mining
activities in his head had finished, the rest of the memories became
clearer. It had been an amazing night. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe
it was their own curiosity that had landed them in this situation. He
remembered the kisses that started clumsily and hastily before melting
into something slower, something more sensual.
Glorfindel's hands on him; hands that wandered under clothes, brushing
over his chest, tweaking his nipples and then cupping and spreading
his cheeks. There had been a big scramble for oil, he hadn't packed
it, but they settled for the ever-useful hand salve. Erestor had held
onto Glorfindel tightly as their bodies met and he remembered saying
those words, and telling him in between kisses to thrust harder.
Erestor stopped himself, knowing that after a little while longer he'd
embarrass himself again. Well, not like it doesn't get worse than this
in a way... "Er, Res?" Glorfindel's voice broke through his thoughts
and he opened eyes he didn't know he had closed to focus on him. "I
hate to interrupt, but I have to take a piss. Where……?"
"I think it's just around the corner over there." He pointed and
smothered a chuckle as Glorfindel momentarily looked bewildered as he
tried to work out how he was going to get up, seeing he would have to
let go of the coverlet. He didn't hide the confusion well enough.
"Glor, it's nothing I haven't seen before, obviously."
Erestor received a wilt-wither look before the warrior shrugged and
got up off of the bed, passing him. He twisted around slightly to
admire Glorfindel while he was still in sight before getting out of
bed himself and collecting up the clothing that had ended up in piles
about the room. Slipping into a clean undershirt and leggings, Erestor
had pulled out a brush to tackle his hair when Glorfindel returned.
"Thank you, much better now," the blonde commented, picking up his own
clothes as well. He grimaced in distaste at the thought of running
around the palace wearing wrinkled day-old clothes, but it had to be
done. "What are we going to do about this?"
There was a note of worry in Glorfindel's voice that he couldn't hide.
They had been friends for the longest time, and worked well together --
but this……this could change everything.
Carefully, Erestor considered his response before replying. "I'm not
sure there's anything to be done here. We are friends, aren't we?"
"Yes, of course. This wouldn't change that," Glorfindel answered
without hesitation, before pulling on his decorative robe. They had
all dressed up in formal robes for the wedding which obviously made
sneaking back into his own rooms that much harder.
"Would one night make us lovers? We've never really looked at each
other like that before in all of this time and I don't want our
friendship to change. Surely if we were meant to be lovers we'd have
done this sooner? Perhaps not needed all of the alcohol either……"
"Now, now, I've always found you attractive. And I know that you adore
me……" Glorfindel snatched the brush from Erestor's hand and started
brushing his own hair, which had become quite tangled as the night had
progressed. "And I know how you feel about Elrond," he added,
seriously. "I don't want to come in between that, I never have."
"No, I know that. Believe me, I really do. I honestly think……after all
of this, maybe we should just stay friends? I don't think we should
follow down this path."
"Yes, I agree. Though it was lovely as long as it lasted -- all of one
night?" Glorfindel teased, before leaning to give him a light kiss on
the lips. Erestor kissed him back, resting a hand on the bright gold
hair, before pulling back and smiling up at him. "I do hope you find
someone, Glorfindel. You deserve someone as good as you."
"Me? Oh, I will, eventually. Don't worry about it. Now, seeing as I am
beautiful again, I'm going to have to leave. Unless we want to give
the elves here something to talk about to Valinor and beyond."
Glorfindel rolled his eyes, giving Erestor one last hug before
starting to walk away.
"Oh, Glorfindel?"
"What?" He was already half way out the door at this point, but he
turned around to look back at Erestor, who grinned mischievously and
commented,
"You've got a nice ass."
"Thank you." The warrior's face was quite calm, but when he continued
walking, he added another slight wiggle just for Erestor's benefit,
knowing he was watching.
"Get out of here!" Elrond's chief advisor said, laughing loudly and
shaking his head. He wasn't sure if he should be afraid of life in
Valinor or if Valinor should rather be afraid of *them*.
The End