London Calling

[celegorm]

Celegorm was content to leave Rissa with Glorfindel for the night. It was great having her around, but he missed having his bed to himself. More than that, he missed Thranduil.

He settled onto the sofa with a glass of rye whiskey in one hand and his cell phone in the other. When the voice on the other end of the line answered, he said, "I miss you." Because he did, plain and simple.

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[theelvenking]

It was late, but Thranduil's weariness faded instantly when he heard his lover's voice. He didn't even bother putting clothes on, he just flopped onto the bed with wet hair and a damp towel wrapped around his hips. "I miss you, too. Playing for shit tonight and I blame you," Thranduil replied, voice soft and intimate. Celeborn was right. He really was in so deep.

[celegorm]

Celegorm chuckled softly. "Thousands of miles away and somehow I still get the blame for your crappy gameplay. Thanks."

He let his head fall back onto the sofa cushions and sighed. So many weird things had happened, between the knife and the ring and Aredhel's constant emotional churning, but Celegorm didn't want to talk about that. "Explain to me how you can fuck up your game and still lay the blame for it at my feet," he teased, his voice light. He'd missed their easy banter almost as much as he'd missed Thranduil's arms wrapped around him.

[theelvenking]

"Because my thoughts were ever drifting your way," he said. "I tried everything to blot out the memory of your lips against my skin to no avail. It was terribly distracting and Irina capitalized on it." He shrugged. "You have gotten under my skin, meleth, despite my best attempts to pretend it is not so."

[celegorm]

Oh. Celegorm grinned to himself. He liked the sound of that. "I'd prefer to be on your skin right now, covering it with kisses and licks and nibbles," he purred into the phone. "Where are you right now? In bed?"

Celegorm sat his drink on the side table and slid his damp, cool fingers up under his t-shirt, across his abs, and tried to imagine those fingers belonged to his missing lover.

[theelvenking]

Thranduil swallowed a soft groan and pressed more firmly into the bed, opening his legs wider and leaning his head back. "Actually, I am still damp from the shower and wearing only a towel, which does nothing to hide my desire for what I suspect you propose," he said, voice husky but amused.

[celegorm]

Well, wasn't that a lovely mental image? Celegorm huffed a sigh and wished he could bend the rules of space and time and be there to gently tug that towel off of Thranduil's hips.

"What is it that you think I'd propose? Something lascivious and completely debauched? Because if that's the depths to which you think I'd stoop...then you're absolutely right. I only wish I could be there to watch."

[theelvenking]

"Oh, I know your kind," Thranduil growled. He shifted the phone to the pillow after pressing the speakerphone. "You wish me to tell you how I am touching myself, how I wish it was your hands on me, how very much I ache for your touch," he said, voice growing breathless as he stroked his palms over his chest and arms, but kept above the towel for the time being.

[celegorm]

"Do you?" asked Celegorm, low and demanding. "Ache for my touch? If I were there, I'd start with the arches of your pretty feet and stroke my way up your legs. Would you like that?"

Celegorm palmed over the growing bulge in his jeans and shifted the phone to his other hand. "Or would you rather me use my mouth?"

[theelvenking]

Thranduil shifted, palm pressing against the line of his cock as Celegorm forced a moan from his lips. His words alone were enough to send Thranduil spinning, off-tilt, and starved. He gasped, "Yes. I want it. All of it. I need you." He couldn't bear the tension and thrust up into his hand. Then he lapped at his fingers, teased his nipples with the wetness before flicking them; eliciting another whimper from him.

[celegorm]

The moan was the bit that did Celegorm in, and his belt was off and on the floor as quickly as he could whip it through his beltloops. Years of practice had made him a pro at navigating button-fly jeans with one hand and in a flash they, too, lay in a pile on the floor. The leather of the sofa felt cool against the backs of his bare thighs and he shifted down to rest his head back.

"If I were there, I'd just drink you in...the sight of you on that bed in nothing but a towel, damp hair fanning all around you." Celegorm bit his lip and took himself in hand. "I'd watch until I couldn't stand it any longer, and then I'd ease my hands under that towel and stroke your cock, like you're doing right now."

[theelvenking]

Thranduil panted, his body taut, muscles clenching as he teased himself through the towel, but the rough fabric wasn't what he wanted.

He tugged the towel off, cool air hitting his aching hardness making him groan with need. "Fuck!" he hissed. "Want your wicked mouth on me," he said, then slid his tongue along his palm before taking himself in hand, the sensation almost too much. He moaned again, "Feels good the way you touch me. Want you to fuck me."

[celegorm]

"My mouth would be all over you, on your skin, inside your shivering body. I'd leave no part of you unkissed, no inch of your skin unloved. You'd burn for me."

And, as luck would have it, Celegorm himself burned, engulfed in a wildfire of need that licked at him like the tongues of flames. He huffed out a ragged sigh and stroked himself hard, bucking up into his hand. "And then I'd take you. Slowly. So slow you'd writhe underneath me."

[theelvenking]

"Yessss," he moaned, barely verbal as want and raging need overtook him; his words stolen by the inferno in his veins.

Thranduil sped his strokes, gathering wetness from the tip of his cock to ease the slide. He groaned, needed more, needed sensation to match the words. He shifted, spread his legs and bent his knees, planting his feet flat on the bed, gaining him access. He sucked in two fingers, wetting them liberally, then breached himself. It was rough, hard, desperate and he cried out, his climax so close he trembled with it, but something held him back.

[celegorm]

"That's it," breathed Celegorm, arching upward as if he actually were there in Thranduil's bed, rutting him into the mattress. "You'd give in to me, open yourself up and let me have all of you. It's what you crave...to be taken."

Eru knew, it was what Celegorm craved. He bit his lip so hard he drew blood and set a furious pace until he came hard and wild all over his tan stomach. "Say it. Tell me it's what you want."

[theelvenking]

Thranduil gasped as his fingers hit his prostate, pleasure spiking in time with Celegorm's words. He stroked faster, harder, desperate for release, but was kept teetering on the edge. He groaned through gritted teeth, "Fuck! Yes. Yes! You know it. I want you to fuck me, impale me, take me hard and deep, make me choke on your co--" His words broke off on a low moan; the admission breaking the dam and he came, seed coating his belly and body bowing upward.

[celegorm]

Celegorm chuckled softly. "Perfect," he breathed, his heart still pounding away. "The things you do to me. I swear your voice is like liquid silk. I could listen to you all night, especially when you beg me to fuck you."

His body still shook and tingled from the sudden release and he sank into the sticky sofa cushions, sated and relaxed. "Please tell me you'll be home soon. Please."

[theelvenking]

Thranduil laid on the bed, body sparking, cock giving lazy twitches, lungs heaving. He panted, languid body melting into the mattress. His eyes blinked open, a few long, slow movements until his gaze fixed on the hotel room around him. He sighed. He was so far away from where he wanted to be. "Not soon enough, meleth. Still two nights here, though my door will be open to you as soon as I arrive," he said, the offering sounding lighter than his heart meant it. He wanted this, not just lust from his loins, but his very soul was invested in everything that was Celegorm. And that should be terrifying and have him running for the hills, but at this very moment he was sated and his limbs heavy, too placid to flee.

"Shall I text you from the airport?" he murmured, question a low rumble.

[celegorm]

"The very instant the plane touches down," Celegorm quickly replied. Eru, but two nights seemed like an eternity, and phone calls -even one as pleasant as this one had been - were a poor substitute for the real thing.

If only Thranduil were traveling alone, he'd pick him up from the airport and cause a scene when he kissed him in the middle of baggage claim, but knowing Galion and his mother would be there sort of dampened his enthusiasm for that plan. "I can't wait to see you," he said. "You can tell me all about Monte Carlo...after I'm finished ravishing you."

[theelvenking]

"Monte Carlo has little luster…" Thranduil began, his words trailing off. He'd be revealing too much if he allowed himself to continue. He'd end up waxing poetic -- him -- about Celegorm's eyes, his touch, the way Thranduil's world was brighter with Celegorm in it. All romantic drivel. He huffed out a breath, then grinned. "Might be a long night, meleth, because I desire greatly to ravish you. But somehow I think we shall manage. Who needs sleep?"

[celegorm]

"Sleep is highly overrated," agreed Celegorm, "especially compared to other nocturnal activities."

He reached for his jeans and managed to haphazardly tug them up over his stick thighs. The sofa was a disaster, but that's what leather cleaner was for. "Just...hurry home, okay? I'll be here waiting with open arms."

[theelvenking]

Words stuck in Thranduil's throat and he had to swallow twice to get them unstuck. "That image will hasten my journey," he managed, though it was nothing like the words that he'd swallowed. "I should at least comb out my hair, else it will be unbearably frizzy. And who can take a card shark with frizzy hair seriously?" he quipped, the words light, in counterpoint to the longing in his heart.