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]

"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.