Our Side of the World by Ulan

Rain (M)

Erestor gets caught out in the rain and he is not amused. Fortunately, Glorfindel is always ready to appease him.

Rain was pouring heavily in the northern vale of Imladris, and Glorfindel, its captain, at least thought himself fortunate to be safely indoors. This was, of course, until he rounded a corner walking down one of the hallways, and was promptly and unceremoniously bumped into by someone who seemed to have come from the direction of the gardens. The Elf who was suddenly in his arms was dripping wet.

"Easy there. Are you all ri--" Glorfindel blinked, recognising who it was he was holding. "Goodness. Erestor?"

Sure enough, it was the usually neat and poised chief counsellor, caught running and muttering mid-curse. The Elf in question swept aside the wet hair that had stuck to his face from the rain and looked up at the captain, narrowing his eyes at him. "Hello, Glorfindel," he said in a clipped tone.

Glorfindel was not able to suppress his snort of amusement at the cold greeting. "Hello, darling," he greeted his husband with more warmth. "Enjoying the first rain of the season, I see."

At this, Erestor released another round of expletives. At least, they sounded as such; Glorfindel was not too sure, as the language also sounded like some form of Dwarvish.

"I was out at the farther end of the orchard when the rain suddenly poured," explained Erestor. "Literally poured. There was no slow creeping, no drizzle; it poured down as if the heavens and its heavy load cracked open right above me." Glorfindel bit back a grin at the picture. It was lost on his companion, however, as the Elf scowled at the open side of the hallway from which he had come and, cupping the side of his mouth with one hand, yelled up in the direction of the higher floors, voice full and rising despite the downpour. "Elrond! A little more finesse next time, eh? You are out of practice and it shows!"

Glorfindel laughed this time and pulled Erestor's hand from his mouth. "Don't make a ruckus, love. You'll end up scaring the ladies of the House again," he said in between chuckles. Erestor can be pretty harsh when irritated, and over the years, Glorfindel had found himself in several occasions when he had to rescue poor, hapless souls who were caught by his husband's short temper. One would not have expected it, so calm did he appear at work and in council, but marrying this Elf apparently brought with it its own new set of responsibilities. It was a good thing Elrond had warned Glorfindel beforehand.

With Erestor thus pulled back from an impending tantrum - Erestor would, of course, deny it if he ever found out about such accusations - a dark eyebrow rose as the counsellor's attention was now shifted to Glorfindel. He eyed the captain sharply, and Glorfindel was suddenly nervous. "Do not think I did not notice that you were quick to wrap your arms around me before you even recognised who it was who bumped you. Are you always like this?"

Glorfindel felt his shoulders tense. "Um..."

"If that is your first instinct, no wonder I still have Elves to chase off even after you have begun to wear my ring."

At first Glorfindel was afraid that they were about to fight. After all, Erestor in a foul mood never boded well for anybody, least of all his own husband, regardless if anyone was truly at fault. Knowing his place for when such times come, an apology was already forming on Glorfindel's tongue, but fortunately, Erestor eased on the glaring and simply scowled down at himself, distracted by his dripping state.

Without hint or warning, the chief counsellor pulled at his now heavy outer robes, which seemed to be made of a material that heavily absorbed water. Glorfindel was suddenly alert - this time, for a wholly different reason.

He watched fascinated as his husband pulled at the ties and shrugged off the dark robes, revealing a thinner, light grey set underneath. They would not have looked so obscene on a normal day, as they covered Erestor adequately even without the thicker one he wore on top of them. Today, however, they were soaked through and stuck to the chief counsellor's lean form, leaving little to the imagination.

Glorfindel's eyes slowly raked down that willowy body, familiar to him but still so tempting. With an appreciative eye, he looked at those broad shoulders, the lean arms, those well-formed pectorals from which the two nubs of Erestor's nipples stood out from the thin fabric. Glorfindel unconsciously licked his lips as his eyes continued down that shapely back and delectable backside, and further on to those long, long legs.

Blue eyes followed Erestor as he stalked over to the archways leading back out to the garden. There was a little bit of roof above and past the threshold for there to be a small stretch of grass that was guarded from the rain. Glorfindel watched as Erestor squeezed out at least some of the water from his robes, letting it drip to the grass. The dark-haired counsellor then briefly closed his eyes and seemed to take a calming breath, stretching out his long, smooth neck in the process, sensual by accident simply due to his innate grace. He proceeded to reveal more of that tempting white skin as he swept his long, black mass of hair from his face and neck, letting it fall over one shoulder, and Glorfindel, utterly taken, could not help but sigh. It was at this point when Erestor turned his head and caught him looking.

"What?" Erestor asked with a slight look of confusion, and just an edge of his earlier irritation.

Glorfindel licked his lips again, and did not even think to hide the desire in his eyes. Only Erestor could work him up this way, doing nothing but squeezing water out of his clothes and hair. "You are so oddly sexy like this," he said, a deep growl settling in his voice. "All sharp edges out, hot-headed and with a mouth that can outcurse a Dwarf or a drunken Dúnedain. You can pour your frustration out on me after all; I likely would not mind as long as you stay like this just a little while longer."

Erestor was just about to open his mouth, his face about to frown further in confusion at the sudden shift in mood, when his wrist was suddenly caught and he was pulled not a little harshly a few steps back to the marble-floored hallway. Glorfindel quickly checked their surroundings before he dragged Erestor to a nearby alcove.

"Glorfindel, what in Arda do you think y--mmph!" Erestor jumped as he was trapped between a cold wall and a hot, hard body, his mouth suddenly covered in a heated kiss. He arched up and shut his eyes in a shocked moan as deft fingers pulled and squeezed his nipples, nails scratching the sensitive tips through wet fabric, still stiff from the rain and the cool air.

"You seem to have had a bad morning, Counsellor," breathed Glorfindel against a now panting mouth. He licked at those parted lips, tongue curling as it caught the tip of another tongue. "Let me make it better for you, hmm?"

Distracting his husband with another kiss, Glorfindel proceeded to pull at the ties of that thin inner robe. Once the body he so loved and admired was revealed, he then sank down to his knees, to the shock, and later delight, of the darker haired Elf above him.

Needless to stay, they were in that alcove for a while, and Erestor found he no longer minded the heavy rains. They were, after all, useful in drowning out the sounds of what they were doing, which could not have been mistaken for anything else than what it was, and the resulting moans that would otherwise have to be suppressed had Glorfindel caught him on a quieter sunny day.