A Hopeless Fantasy

A Hopeless Fantasy

Posted: June 22, 2007
Title: A Hopeless Fantasy
Sequel to: A Hopeless Dream
Author: Jay of Lasgalen
Fandom: Tolkien
Type: FCS
Characters: Elladan
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Tolkien’s, not mine.

Summary: Elladan seeks relief from a hopeless fantasy of one he cannot have.

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Wide awake and restless, Elladan tried yet again to banish thoughts of Erestor from his mind. He had already spent too many sleepless nights lost in despairing dreams of his touch, imagining Erestor’s long fingers – ink-stained as always – caressing him, stroking his shaft; while his lips – hard yet so tender – glided over his neck and chest.

With a groan, he turned again, his shaft hard and aching with need once more. There would be no sleep this night unless he relieved the desire. Sliding his hand beneath the sheet he gripped himself, rubbing his thumb lightly over the swollen head. “Oh yes, Erestor,” he gasped as he closed his eyes, giving in to the hopeless fantasy.

Erestor held his shaft firmly, his touch sure and expert. He knew just what to do to heighten the pleasure, his free hand brushing feather-like across Elladan’s chest, the tips of his fingers fluttering over hardening nipples. His grip tightened, and Elladan moaned at the sensation, thrusting forward helplessly. He was near the edge now, pleasure building in him like a great wave that grew higher and higher. Erestor’s hand moved faster, pumping him hard, and with a cry Elladan thrust into the firm grip and spilt over Erestor’s caressing fingers. “Yes, Erestor!”

He could have sworn that he felt the gentle brush of Erestor’s lips on his, and a soft whisper, “I love you, young one,” as he fell asleep, tangled in the soiled sheets of his solitary bed.

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THE END

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