Perfect Matches by Cirdan

Interlude 2

            “That’s some begetting day party you gave yourself,” Glorfindel observed with a laugh.

            “What?” Ecthelion said with an exaggerated look of innocence.  “I figured I might as well give myself the best while I was writing this story.”

            “If you wanted the best, you should’ve had me popping out of a giant cake.”  Glorfindel struck a pose and then pointed.  “Happy begetting day, Begotten Boy.”

            Ecthelion laughed and pushed Glorfindel.  “Stop that.  Begotten Boy doesn’t sound right.”

            “Hey, it’s not our fault we have begetting day parties instead of birthday parties,” Glorfindel protested.  Glorfindel smiled slyly suddenly.  “You know, I hear that there is a birthday custom of spanking the birthday boy once for every year that has passed since his birth.”

            “Gee, that’d be an awful lot of spanks for you, Old One!” Ecthelion said as he broke into another bout of laughter.

            “You too now.”  Glorfindel made a show of being serious.  “But no, I was thinking that maybe you could include it in your begetting day party.”

            “Hm, I don’t know about that.  I’ve never tried such a thing before.”  Ecthelion circled the table and presented his manly rear to Glorfindel.  “Here, spank me and I’ll let you know if I want to include it in the fic.”

            Glorfindel shook his head.  “You’re so crass sometimes, Lord of the Fountain.  It isn’t to be done standing.”  Glorfindel shifted in the couch where he was sitting and patted his lap.  “You must kneel over my legs for this.”

            Ecthelion did as he was told.  He pulled his pants down so that his rear was exposed though front was not and then knelt over Glorfindel.  Glorfindel slapped him on the rear hard and fast.  Ecthelion gasped.  The Balrog-slayer was no soft-handed Elfling.  Glorfindel delivered 50 such spanks to Ecthelion’s rear, and after that first time, Ecthelion uttered no sound.  When he’d finished, Glorfindel ran his fingers over the tender red flesh, and to that sensation, Ecthelion sighed softly.  Perhaps that was the reason for the birthday spanks?  Glorfindel reached around to Ecthelion’s front and felt the hard stone.

            “My, my, I didn’t know that about you, Ecthelion,” Glorfindel teased.

            “Don’t trifle with me, Lord of the Golden Flower,” Ecthelion said.  He did not move from his place over Glorfindel’s lap.

            “I am not trifling with you, dear friend, merely learning new things about you.”  Glorfindel encircled his hand around the Fountain.  “Should I spank you more?”

            “Such ridiculous questions!” Ecthelion exclaimed as he writhed to Glorfindel’s touch.  “Just give it to me and be done with it!”

            Glorfindel coughed delicately.  “Ah, there’s one small problem: I was not aroused by spanking you.”

            Ecthelion twisted his head to look at Glorfindel.  “Really?”  Ecthelion stood, slipping out of Glorfindel’s hand, and pulled his pants up.  “Well, in that case, stop trying to cop a cheap feel of me.”

            “Cop a—“  Glorfindel glared at Ecthelion.  “If you would have been more provocative, I might’ve been able to do something.  How was I to know that you wanted to turn your birthday spanks into some strange sex kink.”

            “Not very bright are you, Anor?  Remember our discussion about the PWP?  Look, just bring the leather outfit, chains, and whip next time, okay?” Ecthelion said in exasperation.

            “Make me do all the work, will you!” Glorfindel said.

            Ecthelion mooned Glorfindel before readjusting his clothes.  “Fine, next time, I’ll show you how it’s done.”

            “Aren’t you supposed to do that in the fic?” Glorfindel asked.

            “Soon, very soon,” Ecthelion promised.