Bathtime by Erynlinia
Disclaimer: The recognizable characters are not mine. They belong to the
estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. No disrespect is intended and no profit is being
Warnings: M/M, slash
Beta: None, all mistakes are mine!
Summary: Just Legolas being cheeky again *grins*
‘I wish I was the water…I wish I was the water!’ Estel slumped further
into the bathing pool to hide his burgeoning arousal as he watched the
Estel’s grey eyes were locked onto the golden form across from him. The
elf took the washcloth and slathered it over his chest, the excess water
from the cloth running down the contours and planes of his body.
‘I wish I was the water.’ His own hand slid down under the water and
grasped himself hesitantly. When he realized what he was doing, he
snatched it away from his body and folded his arms across his chest.
‘You are past your majority,’ he argued to himself. ‘Speak to him, you
cannot go around the rest of your life hiding this attraction!’
But all he could do was watch in silence as the elf stood, the water only
reaching the tops of his thighs. Legolas took the pitcher from the side of
the pool and filled it. As he poured it over his golden hair, he arched is
neck and back so the water would not run into his face.
Estel’s eyes practically bugged out when he saw the object of his desire
was hard, too; the column of flesh pressed against the elf’s belly-button.
He watched as it bobbed with every movement from Legolas as the elf
continued to wash his hair.
Unconsciously, Estel’s hand slid back under the water and once again
grasped his own throbbing erection. He could not believe washing one’s
hair would take that long, or be that sensuous to watch.
Not once did Legolas look in his direction so it was easy for Estel to
pretend he was invisible. He felt his breathing grow frantic and shallow
as Legolas once again reached for the washcloth and soaped it up. Estel
felt that familiar heat explode in his groin when Legolas began to slowly
wash his erection and the globes below it.
A soft moan from Legolas was his undoing and Estel felt his release torn
from him. He could not stop the grunts that escaped past his lips and
watched in a haze as his seed spiraled into the water. His entire body
trembled and he gasped for air when he looked up and saw Legolas in the
throes of his own release.
Panicking, but not knowing why, Estel jumped out of the pool, threw a robe
around him and ran from the chamber.
Legolas slid bonelessly back to the edge of the pool and sighed as he
stared at the wet footprints.
‘You just need a little more time,’ Legolas thought with a big grin. ‘ and
all I have is time, my love.’
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