March 1969
"That song is far out, man." Maglor - "Mark Lauer" - took a hit on the joint and passed it.
"Yeh, I dig it." Jimmy Page puffed and passed to Robert Plant. "But fiddling with the theremin and all onstage isn't so fun, and yet... the song doesn't sound right without it."
After the joint came to Maedhros - "Russ" - and back to Maglor, he stroked his chin, considering. Through the haze of the marijuana smoke, which immersed him more fully in the Song, it came to him. "You could use the bow onstage, like I showed you! I bet it would sound even better live with the bow."
To demonstrate, Maglor picked up Jimmy's guitar - nobody else was allowed to touch it, but he got a pass - and then the bow, and began to play the riff. When the song came to the theremin part, Maglor made the guitar howl, as if the guitar was being made love to. All eyes were riveted, and Maglor couldn't help thrusting his hips a little.
"That would work," Jimmy said.
Maedhros's eyes were wide and his mouth hung open. "Yeah," he breathed. "That... would definitely... work."
Maglor grinned and gave his brother-lover a wink as he sat back down.
Later, as they left the studio, on the way back to their hotel suite - two beds, but of course they only used one - Maedhros said, "You know, you haven't played violin in a long time." A painful pause, followed by, "Not since..."
"Not since I gave away the Strad." Maglor once owned an original Stradivarius, and he gave it to a starving musician who needed it more than he did.
"I know it was a worthy cause, but I miss seeing you play." Maedhros gave Maglor a cheeky grin. "I don't know what it is about the violin, but it makes me horny."
"Everything makes you horny. You have a one-track mind."
"Seeing you come alive when you play the violin - and the guitar with a bow, which was a taste of it - makes me horny."
Maglor said nothing in response, but gave him a little pat, and put that thought on file.
Two nights later, Maedhros was out a bit late - he often went for a run in the evenings, to keep himself fit, and that particular night he had a meeting with their dealer to score some weed. When he came back to the hotel room, Maglor was waiting for him on their bed.
Naked.
With a violin resting against his crotch.
Maedhros gave an appreciative low whistle and then he threw his head back and laughed. "That's a nice... piece of equipment... you've got there."
Maglor smiled. "It's not a Strad, but it'll do in a pinch."
Maglor sat up, and picked up the violin - revealing his half-hard cock - and then, as Maedhros began to undress, Maglor started playing "Whole Lotta Love" on the violin. The furious intensity of Maglor performing the sexually charged song was as erotic to Maedhros as Maglor's perfectly sculpted body, and by the time the song was over Maedhros felt like he was in heat. But instead of pouncing his brother and desperately rutting against him, Maedhros stood frozen, transfixed, as if he'd just witnessed a miracle of nature.
Then when the song was over, Maglor's lovely face lit up and he teased, "Come on. My violin could use a fresh bow, if you know what I mean."
Maedhros did, in fact, know what Maglor meant. He finished undressing and then he walked over to the bed - purposefully, reverently. He climbed over his younger brother and Maglor reached up to him and pulled him into a deep, hungry kiss. Maglor's cock hardened to full erection against Maedhros's own throbbing need.
Maglor and Maedhros kissed as their cocks rubbed together, slowly, sensually. Teasing. There was something about letting the pleasure build, like the tension in the song Maglor just played, that felt right here and now. Going deeper and deeper into sensation until it felt like all that existed was cock sliding against cock, the way they moaned together, kissing and caressing each other.
They kept rubbing against each other slowly, teasing and teasing, cock stroking cock like the bow on the violin, until they were both trembling, panting, and Maglor had a wild, fevered look in his eyes. Maedhros kissed Maglor passionately, took both cocks in his fist, and Maglor's burned hand guided his, the silken steel of cock on cock even more delicious in the tight grip of Maedhros's hand, stroking madly.
Stroking until they were both right there, and Maglor was producing cries that would make Robert Plant himself blush.
For a brief instant Maedhros gave silent thanks for Maglor's ability to manipulate the Song enough so nobody would hear past their hotel walls... and then he couldn't think at all, the brothers climaxing together, cock creaming on cock, both of them screaming and howling their release as they watched their mingled seed pour over both cocks, then splash up onto Maglor's torso, then Maedhros's. An arc of seed hit Maedhros in the face and he laughed with delight.
Maglor lovingly licked the cream from Maedhros's face, then they kissed open-mouthed, tongues licking, sharing the lingering notes of it... the passion stirring between them once more, insatiable for each other.
"That was a whole lotta... love," Maedhros said, and Maglor chuckled before he kissed the tip of his brother's nose.
"I think I might take up the violin again, now that I know you have a fetish for it." Maglor smiled.
Maedhros narrowed his eyes, but he was amused rather than offended. "It could be worse. I could have a fetish for you playing the violin wearing... only a cowboy hat. Or those Mickey Mouse ear hats at Disneyland."
"That's weirdly specific," Maglor said, eyes twinkling. "Maybe when we visit the States in August to go to Woodstock, we could take a trip out to California to visit Disneyland..."
Maedhros facepalmed. "Or we could not." But he knew he would follow his brother anywhere.