Finarfin stepped in and Maglor pulled his hand out of his breeches as quickly as he could, but it wasn't fast enough - from the way Finarfin raised an eyebrow Maglor knew he'd witnessed the split second where Maglor's hand was down his pants...
...and in any case, he was sporting a large - and painful - erection. Which had been going on since Finarfin flogged him at the reconciliation ceremony.
Finarfin quietly shut the door behind him, latched it, slipped the chain holding the key to Maglor's door around his neck, then cleared his throat and folded his arms. "Yes, actually, that was what I came to talk to you about."
Maglor buried his face in his hands and made a wounded animal noise, wishing he could crawl into the floor and die. "If you're going to have me sentenced for my degeneracy just hurry up and -"
Finarfin was at his bedside, taking Maglor's hands away from his face. Their eyes met... and then Finarfin's hand was on his cheek, thumb stroking. Finarfin's sea-green eyes were tender, full of a compassion that surprised Maglor, a compassion he felt he did not deserve. He couldn't help that he preferred men, Laws or no Laws, but he still felt like a pervert for feeling this way about his own uncle. His family had known enough shame without this.
"It's been a very long time since anyone touched you, has it not?" Finarfin asked, his free hand reaching for Maglor's hand.
Maglor nodded. Just that little touch made him tingle, made his cock jolt, throbbing.
"I understand," Finarfin said softly. "But you're safe here. Yes, I saw what you didn't want me to see. I have no intention of bringing you before the Valar for further punishment."
Maglor felt like he could cry from relief, but he didn't want to give in to tears. He already felt vulnerable enough, with the way Finarfin was so gently touching his face, his hand, eyes sad and kind. Something about that - the trust - made Maglor want him more. His cock dripped, balls tightening. He bit his lower lip, not sure of what to do, what to say. He was sure he would be rejected if he confessed his feelings. And yet -
Finarfin let go of Maglor's hand and then, suddenly, Finarfin's hands slipped down Maglor's breeches and smallclothes and freed Maglor's hard cock. Maglor gasped as he felt Finarfin's hand around his cock. Finarfin looked at it, lips slightly parted, breathing a little harder, then his eyes locked with Maglor's as he began to stroke.
"Oh, Eru." Maglor shuddered. He'd fantasized about this - and more; usually in his fantasies Finarfin's hand was on his cock if Finarfin's cock was inside him - but he'd never dared hope this would happen.
Finarfin's thumb rubbed up and down the sweet spot just under the head of Maglor's cock, his grip tightening. Maglor groaned, not able to believe this was happening, but it was real. Too real. Their eyes met again and then Finarfin looked down at Maglor's cock, completely slick, flushed a deep red, looking almost angry in its need. Finarfin moaned softly and Maglor's cock leapt in Finarfin's hand. He was so close now, gasping for breath, thrilling to the sound of that moan, the look of sadness in Finarfin's eyes replaced with hunger. Like a predatory animal seeing its next meal.
Maglor shivered, cock throbbing. He loved it. His cock loved it. He was getting closer, closer, right there...
Finarfin leaned in and their foreheads touched. They were breathing each other's breath now, both of them panting. Maglor looked down and saw Finarfin's erection straining his breeches, and then he looked up into those beautiful soft green eyes. He thought about reaching for Finarfin's cock, but instead he touched Finarfin's face, the same way Finarfin had touched his, with tenderness, sweetness -
Finarfin moved in and crushed their mouths together. The minute Finarfin's tongue slid against his Maglor climaxed, moaning into the kiss as he spilled over Finarfin's hand, shot cream onto Finarfin's white tunic. The kiss deepened, intensifying each throbbing pulse of Maglor's release. He trembled, feeling like he was falling, falling, flying...
Finarfin's arms were tight around him. Finarfin pulled Maglor's head onto his shoulder and stroked Maglor's hair, as Maglor closed his eyes and let himself slip into the light, into the Song. The shame of the day rolled away. The years of exile and bitterness melted - for these moments all that existed was relief. It had, indeed, been too long since he'd last been touched, kissed, brought off.
Finarfin pressed his lips to Maglor's forehead, then he patted Maglor's shoulder and stood up. Maglor saw Finarfin was still hard, and before he could offer to return the favor - and then some - Finarfin turned and began to head to the door. Just before he opened it, he looked over his shoulder and said, "We will speak after the feast, late this evening."
Maglor flopped back once Finarfin was gone. His ass was still sore from the beating, but the relaxation that followed orgasm took some of the sting with it.
Now he just felt surreal, like he was living inside a dream. Finarfin had stroked his cock. Finarfin had kissed him. Finarfin had made him come.
What would happen next? Would Finarfin say they couldn't do this again, and to never discuss it? Or dare he wish for something more?
go to Chapter 4 | go to story index | go to Maglor Fanfic index | go to home page