Fan Fiction ❯ Snowy Interlude ❯ Snowy Interlude ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Snowy Interlude

Rated: NC-17
Pairing: Legolas/OMC

Beta: None
Warning: graphic M/M sex
Disclaimer: I do not own LOTR, Legolas or any of the other characters except Mithyel
Summary: Legolas is relaxing with a good book on a cold snowy day when a surprise drops in on him. PWP/Smut/Etc…

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It snowed that day. One of those heavy, wet snows that piled up on the grassy meadows and pulled tree limbs down to droop heavily beneath its weight. But it made for the perfect afternoon for staying inside reading before a roaring fire, curled up on a thick rug enjoying the heat.

Legolas sighed as he set his book down and laid back onto the rug. His feet bare, trousers unlaced and threatening to fall down from his slim hips if he stood and his shirt parted wide, the skin of his chest reflecting the golden glow of the flames. It was at times like these that he wished for some type of companionship, when the loneliness of the night crept up upon him. It had many decades since he had last had a lover, and then their time had been all too brief. He had wanted more from him then he had been willing to give, and such as it was they had separated.

His reflection was interrupted as soft thump followed by a hoarse cry caught his attention. Standing up, he quickly grabbed for the pants sliding down his hips in one fist and walked swiftly to the door of the talan. Pushing it open and ignoring the blast of cold air that chilled his skin, he was surprised to find a figure huddled against his door, soaking wet and shaking from the cold. Thinking quickly, he reached out his free hand and hauled the quaking figure into the talan and slammed the door shut, cutting off the chill that threatened to engulf the room. He tightened the lacings of his trousers, so that he would have both hands free before he knelt next to the half-frozen figure.

Rolling the body over, he was startled to find that it was a young human male and a very handsome one at that. His eyes traced over the lightly parted luscious red lips, the straight aquiline nose, high arching brows and hair in the color sunset over the mountains. He wondered if the mans' eyes would be blue and was rewarded by his thoughts as he groaned softly, his eyelids flutters softly against his cheeks as they opened to look up at him.

Legolas drew in a sudden breath of wonder as the man looked up at him, he had never seen eyes in that shade nor hue, a rich golden color with flecks of vibrant green. His stupor was broken as the eyes, that held him transfixed, suddenly closed and a violent shiver racked the man's body.

Shaking off his astonishment, he quickly scooped the man up into his arms and over to the rug in front of the fireplace, laying him down in the exact place that he himself had only been in so few moments ago. Legolas rushed across the room to pull the thick blanket from his bed, before returning to the mans' side. Laying it down next to him, he began to strip off the sodden clothing marveling at the perfection of the flesh that lay beneath the wet material.

A finely toned chest that tapered into a slim waist and hips, a line of soft downy hair led from his navel to disappear beneath the band of the undergarments, and strong thighs and calves led down to seemly shaped feet. Legolas hesitated at removing the man's undergarment, wanting to see what lay beneath but not wanting to disturb the man's privacy. He knew nothing about this man and for all he could imagine the man might have a wife and children waiting for him somewhere. Ignoring his impulse to remove the garment, he pulled the blanket up and around his shoulders tucking it securely beneath him.

Standing he turned to the fireplace, adding more wood to stoke the blaze bring more heat to the small room. With that accomplished he sat down on the floor next to the young man and watch him as he slept. His face was beginning to take on a rosy glow as the heat of the fire seeped into his skin, the violent shivers fading slowly until he rested quietly.

Legolas was unsure of how long he sat there staring at the stranger, only moving to add more wood to the fire when it was needed. His focus began to blur as he drifted into a light doze, still in the sitting position.

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The young man felt warm and safe as he opened his eyes to look around room that he was in. It was small, with a large mussed bed in one corner, the sheets trailing down upon the floor and pillows askew. The blanket that was covering him, he assumed came from this bed. His eyes took in the simple decorations, and the few weapons that lay upon a desk near the bed. A large bow with a quiver of arrows, a pair of short blades and what looked like gauntlets lay upon the desk. He turned his head slightly towards the warmth that radiated down his left side and found a large fireplace, the fire merrily crackling as the flames leaped up to dance along logs pilled there. Following the line of the fireplace he was startled to find a man sitting cross-legged beside him, his eyes open yet unseeing.

His gaze took in the sight before him pale hair, the color of moonlight, fell around a stunningly handsome face, eyes a deep blue that seemed to pierce straight into his soul. A pale creamy chest, seen though the open shirtfront, reflected the glow of the firelight. His heart jumped up into his throat as his gaze trailed back up that delectable sight to meet the blinking blue eyes, that were suddenly filled with mirth.

"I see that you are awake now. Are you feeling all right?" he asked softly, the voice musical to his ears.

"Yes I am, thank you for helping me," he replied, a knot growing in his stomach.

"Would you like something to drink?" his savior asked. He nodded absently, still fascinated by the sight before him. As the man turned to pull out a teapot, he noticed that his ears where pointed.

"You're an elf, aren't you?" he asked amazed.

Legolas turned back to the young man and smiled softly before replying, "Yes I am. My name is Legolas, what is yours?"

"Mithyel," he said watching as Legolas added water to the teapot before hanging it from the iron rod near the edge of the fire.

"So young Mithyel, what were you doing out in this weather so far from any human settlements?" Legolas asked teasingly, a hint of humor dancing in his eyes.

"It wasn't snowing when I left." Mithyel huffed, his arms crossing over his chest as he glared up at the elf, the blanket shifting as he did so. He suddenly became aware that he wasn't wearing clothing under the blanket and lifted the edge to peer down his body. He sighed gratefully at the sight of his shorts, at least he was naked in front of this magnificent elf.

"I left your undergarments on to preserve your modesty, however they are probably as wet as the rest of your clothing is, so I would recommend that you exchange them for these." Legolas said, holding out a pair of soft lace up trousers, that obviously belonged to him.

"I wouldn't want to inconvenience you." Mithyel stammered, blushing a bright red at the thought of wearing this man's, no make that, elf's clothing.

"No, please. . .I think that they would look good on you." Legolas said, a light dancing in his eyes that Mithyel was unable to place.

"Thank you again. I don't know how I can ever thank you for your assistance," he said softly as he sat up the blanket falling down to settle about his waist. He reached out and took the pants from him, their fingers brushing lightly. He was shocked by the sudden surge of feelings that raced through his fingers. It was like lightning racing along his veins to pool in his groin, causing an instant hardness to race along his length.

Legolas smiled softly as he detected the increasing hardness growing in the other man's lap, and leaned forward slightly. He reached up and brushed his fingertips along one high cheekbone, marveling at the softness of the skin and enjoying the gasp he pulled from him.

"You are very beautiful." Legolas said very softly, so as not to frighten the young man.

"Do you really think so?" Mithyel whispered, his eyes locked with the beautiful blue eyes hovering just above him.

"Yes, I do." Legolas replied, then while one hand moved to brace himself the other came up to press to the back of Mithyel's head, drawing him closer to lightly brush his lips over that delectable mouth. Softly, sweetly, a kiss that gently beckoned yet blazed fire along their veins.

Somehow, Mithyel wasn't sure how, his arms moving of their own accord, came up to encircle Legolas's neck as he leaned into that kiss. Legolas deepened their kiss, as his mouth opened over his and invited him to do the same so their tongues could meet in playful abandon.

Legolas's hands went to his back lightly drifting up and down the soft skin, causing ripples of pleasure to careen though his body, before they began to drift lower. Mithyel arched his head back, breaking their kiss as Legolas's hands slipped beneath the blanket and cupped his aching hardness between his legs.

"Ahh, Legolas," he cried as his body pushed up into that welcome touch.

"Shh, little one. Do you want me to continue?" Legolas asked, as he bent his head down to nip at the skin at the crease of his neck and shoulder.

"Yes, oh yes please." Mithyel cried, as his hands scrabbled for purchase on Legolas's bare chest before finding the edges of his shirt. Frantically, he pulled at the material wanting to feel that beautiful skin against his. He watched as Legolas chuckled softly as he pulled away from him and began to remove his remaining clothing slowly.

It affected him to watch that slow teasing show, and knew not only from the expression on Legolas's handsome face and the deepening of his breath that he was affected by this also. His eyes roamed on their own, down the slim muscular chest and carved pectorals to his flat stomach and farther still to the long thick hardness of his obvious desire for him. His breath caught in his throat at the wondrous sight as Legolas knelt in front of him, his hands reaching out to guide his face upwards so he could recapture his mouth, thrusting his tongue in to conquer his and inciting his blood to race.

Then all of a sudden Legolas stopped moving and pulled him down with him to rest side by side even as he raised back up above him to kiss him again. His hand reaching up to cup the side of his face gently, before sliding down his neck and to his chest. Fingertips lingered here and there, tracing imaginary figures across his skin down to his waist before switching course to retrace the path, this time whispering across one of the hardened nubs of flesh.

Mithyel cried out as Legolas's fingers toyed with his nipple, lightly kneading the point to an almost painful hardness. He cried out again, only louder, as Legolas's lips left his to attach around the swollen point that he had been teasing. His hands came up to bury themselves in the thick moonlight hair, moaning as his tongue came out to lap at the tip, flicking it lightly before adding suction. So engrossed with the sensations Legolas was creating on his chest, he was unaware that his free hand had moved down and pulled off his undergarment until that hand took his naked hardness into a firm grip.

"I want you," Legolas growled against his chest, his hand tracing up and down the hardened flesh between his legs and stroking along the tops of his thighs.

"Take me, please." Mithyel begged sobbingly, pleasure overflowing his system.

Legolas sat back slightly looking down at the begging man and smiled softly. He quickly scanned the area around him and his eyes alighted on a small bottle of bath oil left on a shelf near the fireplace. Leaning up, he swiftly pulled the bottle from its shelf and sat it next to Mithyel's hips before bending down to brush his lips gently over the tempting line of hair that led to his groin. Slowly he followed that line down until his nose brushed against the downy curls that cradled his firm full length. His tongue lapped out to taste the drop that pearled at the top, enjoying both the flavor and the cry he received for his action. As he continued to lick and tease the sensitive head, he reached out and gathered the oil pouring a generous amount onto his fingers. Slowly drawing his fingers down, he parted the soft skin of his backside to slip one finger gently inside of him.

Mithyel cried out as the slick invading digit pushed past the protesting ring of muscle, the feeling almost causing him to climax then and there. The need became even heavier as Legolas's mouth closed in over the head of his hardness, sending it sliding into that hot chamber of wet heat. His hip involuntarily thrust upwards seeking more of that heavenly pleasure that was coursing though his body. He was torn between thrusting into that wet heat or back onto the fingers invading his channel. All at once, a bright shower of stars burst forth over his eyes and he cried out unable to stop himself as he spilled his essence deep into Legolas's mouth.

Legolas leaned back looking down at the beautifully flushed young man beneath him. His skin was covered in a light sheen of sweat and his eyes were closed as he panted heavily from his release. Legolas crooked his three fingers that we still buried within the hot tightness, brushing them over that spot that brought so much pleasure to the young man enjoying the cry he drew from those parted lips.

Leaning forward his lips brushed against his ear as he whispered, "Are you ready little one?" His tongue came out to flick across the lobe of the ear before nipping lightly. "Ready for me to fill you completely."

"Ah, umm please," he stuttered, rocking back onto the fingers buried so deep within him. He cried out in loss as Legolas pulled his fingers from within him, before he felt the elf settle between his thighs positioning them to slide about his hips.

"Don't worry little one, I'll fill that emptiness," he said as he positioned his length against his opening gently pressing forward. The muscle protested momentarily before giving way allowing his hardness to slowly slide into that hot wet chamber. It took everything he had not to plunge deeply into that incredible warmth. Ever so slowly he moved back and forth sliding a little deeper each time until he was fully sheathed within the beautiful man below him. He looked up into his eyes and smiled gently before leaning forward to capture his lips, as he allowed Mithyel to adjust to his size.

Mithyel was amazed that Legolas was able to fit within him so wonderfully. He had never felt anything so remarkable in all his life. He tightened his legs about Legolas's waist and arched his back trying to draw more of that length inside of him impatiently.

Legolas laughed softly at the young mans' actions. He drew back bracing himself as he pulled back until only the tip of him remained inside before slamming back hard into him. The walls of his chamber caressing every movement as he continued to pump relentlessly into him.

Mithyel cried out at as the tip of Legolas's hardness found that spot deep within him that caused the stars to dance before his eyes and continued to cry out as the spot was ruthlessly plundered. His hand drifted down to touch the hardness that was once again bobbing between his legs at every thrust, only to have his hand brushed away as Legolas took the length into his palm. His back arched and he continued to cry out hoarsely as pleasure filled his body, his climax bursting before his eyes.

Legolas saw his hand snake down to encircle his hardness and batted it away taking it within his hand. He caressed and stroked the length in time with his thrusts, feeling the end nearing. However he wanted Mithyel to climax before him and speed up, continually brushing against that spot deep within him drawing forth those lovely cries. Suddenly he stiffened beneath him, his wetness spilling over his fingers and his channel clamping down around him. He thrust a few more times as he allowed his completion to spill forth, bathing the inner walls with his hot desire. He leaned forward after a few moments and dropped a soft kiss on the drowsy young man's lips before gently sliding from within him and dropped heavily onto his side.

Mithyel groaned as he felt Legolas leave him and followed him, curling up into his arms content to soak in the warmth of the fire and the body next to him. Legolas shifted slightly, pulling the blanket up from where it had been tossed aside covering their bodies.

"Well, that is definitely a better way of spending a snowy winters day." Legolas murmured into his hair.

Mithyel smiled softly as he snuggled closer, "Yes, I would have to agree," he said, as they both fell softly into a gentle sleep.

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