Title: Everything In Its Place
Author: TICS
Rated: NC17
Genre: Humor, Slash
Summary: Elrohir and Elladan are being bad monkeys...
Everything In Its Place
"Come now, tôr, it cannot be that bad." Elrohir laughed,
elbowing Elladan in his midsection.
"It is, Elrohir.look at me! I can barely walk!" Elladan retorted, his
gait so greatly exaggerated that an observer would think he was
trying to walk with some great injury to his groin. Slumped over,
both hands cupped between his legs, his face contorted, he took
small, pigeon-toed steps along side his twin as they walked the
back of the practice field.
Under orders from Glorfindel to retrieve all arrows that may have
sailed beyond the haystack targets on the practice field, the two
Peredhil twins had been forced to lay aside their own plans for
that afternoon - namely a rousing game of 'ride the pony' as soon
as their bedchamber door had closed behind them - and walk
the archery field instead.
Elrohir snorted watching his brother's preposterous movements,
as Elladan leaned against the back of the third haystack target,
moaning loudly.
"It is going to burst, Elrohir.and 'tis all your fault! If you had
simply acquiesced to my most pitiful begging this morning, I
would not be dying now.how will you live with my most horrible
death on your head?"
"I doubt sincerely that you are dying, Elladan.I further doubt that
any part of your anatomy is about to burst."
"We could change that in just a few moments, you know."
Elladan laughed, dropping his act, grabbing the front of Elrohir's
jerkin and quickly pulling him into his arms. Still clutching the
front of his brother's jerkin, Elladan crushed his mouth against
Elrohir's, his tongue sliding past his brother's willing lips. Warm
and wet, alternately soft and firm, forgetting all else, their dancing
tongues fueled the fires in their bellies that they had held at bay
all morning.
Already hard with his desire, Elladan wantonly rubbed his
erection against his brother's thigh, sighing into Elrohir's mouth
as he felt his twin's own shaft's fire through the material of his
own leggings. Fingers ripped at belts and closures, tearing at
the fabric, both eager to feel the silken flesh of the other.
Heedless of the sharp pricks of the dry, whiskbroom straw, their
clothes were rapidly shed, their Elfhoods seeking each other
almost of their own will, rubbing together in earnest, soft, velvet
skin against soft velvet skin.
With practiced hands, each knowing exactly the other's
preference, the twins grasped each other's organs, slowing
sliding their hands up and down the weeping shafts, moaning
into the other's mouth. Free hands cupped firm cheeks as the
dance quickened, each one's movement mimicked in perfect
timing by the other.
Belly to belly, they brought each other to climax, thigh and
stomach muscles clenching, silver seed spurting between them,
mixing and becoming as one.
Panting and weak-kneed, they held each other for long
moments, softly kissing and murmuring endearments to the
other, until their heart rates once again reached their usual,
synchronized, steady beat.
"I told you that I was going to burst.next time you should listen
to me tôr." Elladan teased, as he handed his brother his jerkin.
"If I listened to you every time you said that, we would never leave
our bedchambers, Elladan."
"And that would be a bad thing because."
Snorting, the twins resumed their duties of picking up errant
arrows from the field. It was only then, as they turned to make
their way back up the field, that they noticed Glorfindel standing
in their way. The Balrog Slayer's stance was straight and tall,
hands fisted on his hips, and he did NOT look happy.
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"Mucking out stalls? The work of the green recruits, not
seasoned warriors!" Elladan complained as he shoveled yet
another load of manure out of the stall in the growing heap in the
middle of the stable.
"We deserved it, I suppose.that's what we get for not making
sure we were alone." Elrohir commented, making a face at the
ripe odor of the fresh horse droppings as they whizzed close by
his face on their way out of the stall. "Great Eru.what does Ada
feed his horse? How does anything as sweet smelling as oats
and hay find its end smelling this foul?"
"Bah.Glorfindel should have cleared his throat or gave some
other indication that he was there.he could see we were busy,
could he not?"
"I believe it was the fact that we were "busy" that infuriated him
so, Elladan."
"Why, for Eru's sake? One would think he'd never seen it done
before."
"He probably hasn't.at least not in the middle of the archery
field."
"We weren't in the middle of the field.we were behind the
target."
"I believe you are missing the point, tôr."
"Hand me that bundle of fresh hay, Elrohir.this stall is as clean
as it is going to get," Elladan requested, not willing to continue
the discussion.
Spreading the hay out, Elladan sat with a thump on the soft
cushion of sweet smelling straw. "Sit with me a moment,
Elrohir.my back feels like a thousand hammers have been
pounding on it."
Seating himself behind his brother, Elrohir began to massage
twin's strong back, his deft fingers digging into the sore muscles
seeking to relieve the tension and pain.
Tethered to one side of the stall, Elrond's horse watched the duo
disinterestedly, blowing warm air through its nostrils every once
in a while.
"Ahh.right there, tôr.that is the sweet spot," Elladan moaned,
cocking his head to allow Elrohir to reach the stiff muscles of his
neck and shoulder.
"I could do this much better without the barrier of your jerkin,
Elladan.take it off," Elrohir instructed, removing his hands from
his brother's back.
Not needing to be told twice, Elladan discarded his jerkin in
record time for someone who had had a thousand hammers
beating at his back.
Faced with the smooth, taut skin and corded muscles of his
brother's back, Elrohir's kneading motions quickly segued into
softer, more tender touches. He felt a most familiar warmth
spread through his loins in response to the feel of his brother's
body, and bent his head to kiss and tease at the delicate flesh at
the nape of Elladan's neck.
"Ai, Elrohir." Elladan whispered, "I wish to feel your skin next to
mine."
"Nay, tôr, this time is for you alone," Elrohir breathed into
Elladan's ear, taking the sensitive tip into his warm mouth,
sucking gently. Elladan moaned, pressing backward into his
brother's embrace.
Turning Elladan in his arms, Elrohir kissed him deeply, pushing
him backward into the fresh bed of hay, laying atop him, pinning
him. Beginning with his mouth, Elrohir laid a wet trail of soft
kisses along his brother's jaw, slowly working his way down
Elladan's tender throat, nipping and teasing over his collarbone,
to his broad chest.
Elrohir's tongue found his brother's dusky nipple, tickling at it
until it pebbled into a hard tiny peak, before turning his attention
to its twin. Down the slight cleft between his twin's ribcage, over
his corded abdomen, ringing his navel with his tongue, Elrohir's
attentions made Elladan writhe, his skin rippling with pleasure.
Rising between his brother's legs, Elrohir made short work of
the lacings of Elladan's leggings, swiftly pulling them down and
out of his way, before lowering himself eye level with his twin's
stiffening erection. Bending his head, he blew warm air over the
reddening tip, rewarded with Elladan's gasp and his shaft's
bobbing movement. A single, pearly drop formed at its tip,
testament to Elladan's reaction to his brother's attentions.
With a quick flick of his tongue, Elrohir scooped the silver drop
from his brother's organ, delighting, as always, in his taste,
before devouring his twin's organ whole. Softly cupping Elladan's
fuzzy sac with one hand, the other hand gripped the steely rod
before him, his lips forming a deliciously firm suction as they slid
from the root in its nest of soft black curls, to the tip.
Knowing his brother as well as he did, Elrohir knew from the
contracting of his stomach muscles and low growl in his throat
that Elladan was quickly approaching his peak. He was not
disappointed, as just moments later he tasted his brother's
seed on his tongue.
Elladan's loud groans of pleasure, however, did not sit well with
Elrond's horse, which began whinnying and nervously
sidestepping the duo as Elladan's back arched off the hay.
Laughing, Elrohir looked over his shoulder, wiping the corner of
his mouth with his hand, as the steed tossed his head
repeatedly at the brothers.
"Go find your own.this one is mine," Elrohir called to the
stallion, noticing that the horse had developed a rather
impressive problem of his own.
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"How on earth did Glorfindel find out about the stable?" Elrohir
demanded of his brother as they scrubbed furiously at the stone
tile floors under the shadow of the statue that held the shards of
the Narsil.
"How should I know? I was with you, remember? Perhaps Ada's
horse told him," Elladan joked, slopping water from the bucket
onto the floor and renewing his efforts to scrub it clean.
"Speaking of which.that horse is going to be a fine stud
someday.whenever Ada decides to turn him out to pasture, that
is. Did you see the size of his."
"Aye.it was hard to miss."
"Hard is the correct word, brother.very much like someone
else's I know." Elrohir chuckled, winking at his twin.
"Comparing me to a horse? Somehow I think there is a
compliment buried within that statement, brother."
Laughing, the ebony haired Peredhil twins worked together,
scrubbing the hard stone floor. After a few moments, Elrohir fell
silent, and Elladan noticed him biting his lower lip - usually a
sign that his thoughts were turning more serious.
"What is it, tôr? Something is bothering you." Elladan asked,
sitting back on his heels and looking hard at his brother.
"'Tis nothing, meleth.nothing."
"'Tis something, Elrohir.you know that you cannot hide anything
from me. One moment we were laughing, and the next you are
as somber as a priest. What is it?"
Looking somewhat abashed, Elrohir confessed, "I was thinking
of the horse.which made me think of the stable.which made
me think of you and I in the stall.which made me.well."
"Ahh." Elladan said, nodding his head in understanding. "'Tis
your turn, is it not?"
"Perhaps we should wait until we finish the floors, Elladan.they
are sopping wet, and slippery.and quite frankly, the way our
luck is running today we will only be caught, and I am weary of
being punished today."
"There is no one around, and we needn't roll about on the wet
floor, tôr. Stand up," Elladan directed his brother, already
beginning to remove his own clothes.
"Elladan." Elrohir warned, although his eyes followed his
brother's hands as they deftly removed his jerkin, and began
working on his leggings. Kicking off his boots, pulling his
leggings down and kicking them off as well, Elladan stood
naked before his brother.and that was Elrohir's undoing.
He stood up slowly, his eyes roaming the well toned body of his
warrior brother, closing only when his twin's lips met his and
Elladan's hands began to undress him.
Their skin glowing in the soft torchlight of the hall, Elrohir fisted
his hands in Elladan's thick black tresses as his brother fell to
his knees, taking Elrohir's already weeping shaft into his mouth.
Snaking his arms around his twin's slim hips, Elladan gently
squeezed Elrohir's cheeks with his hands, moaning over his
twin's Elfhood.
"I must have you, tôr.I want to feel myself within you," Elrohir
whispered hoarsely, pulling himself from the hot wet confines of
his brother's mouth, and tipping his head up to meet his own
eyes.
Silently, Elladan rose gracefully to his feet, allowing Elrohir to lift
him at the waist, placing him on the broad ledge that abutted the
statue. Wordlessly, unwilling to interfere with his brother's
pleasure Elladan submitted to Elrohir's probing, spreading his
legs to allow his twin easier access to his small, clenching
opening.
Having nothing else at hand, Elrohir used his mouth to slick
Elladan's entry, his tongue probing, eliciting soft moans from his
twin. Sliding one finger into the tight recesses of his brother's
body, he moaned as the muscles of Elladan's channel
squeezed and pulsed around his digit. Soon Elrohir added
another, scissoring the tight ring of muscle, preparing his twin.
"Now, Elrohir.fill me now.I need to feel you moving within me,"
Elladan begged, trying not to move too much on the shelf upon
which he was laying, but unable to hold completely still.
In one sure, slow movement, Elrohir slid himself into Elladan's
body, moaning softly at the tight, hot feel of his brother's body
enveloping his Elfhood. Developing a rhythm, he pushed himself
in and nearly out of his twin's channel, groaning as the heat
began to stir in his belly, his orgasm swiftly rising. With several
hard thrusts, he filled his brother with his seed.
Feeling Elrohir's essence shoot deep within his body, Elladan
found his own release, his hand pumping himself to spill his
silver seed across his own belly, slicking his fist.
As soon as he had enough breath again to speak, Elladan
whispered, "Elrohir, could you please let me up?"
"Huh? Yes, of course," he answered, looking a bit puzzled.
Elladan was never so quick to want to move after making love.
"Have I done something wrong, tôôr?"
"No, no.I'm just a bit uncomfortable," Elladan replied
sheepishly, grimacing a bit as he stood up from the shelf.
Looking down, Elrohir realized where his brother's soft rear had
been resting, and, judging from the droplets of blood on the
shards, it had not been a comfortable rest at all.
"Elladan! You are bleeding, tôr!"
"'Tis nothing," Elladan replied, trying to look behind him at his
own throbbing rear end.
"Your arse is scratched to Mordor and back! How do you plan on
explaining THIS to the healers?" Elrohir asked, seeing the
shallow surface scratches on his brother's hindquarters.
"I don't need to see the healers, Elrohir.you can deal with these
scratches.it isn't the healers I'm worried about explaining
things to.let's just hope that Glorfindel never finds out we just
did it here.Ada will have us on latrine duty for the rest of
eternity."
Sighing, Elrohir agreed, as they redressed. Picking up the bucket
and rags, they made their way back to the kitchens, planning to
return them, and then take a well-needed rest in their chambers
before dinner.
It was just after they had finished putting away the bucket and
rags, that Glorfindel informed them that their father wanted to
see them immediately in his study.
The End
(story continued in "A Lesson In Control").