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Author: MellonninEstel

Beta: Imaginigma

Chapter 4: Shivers - Estel´s kind of POV

Inside the tent, the temperature was only slighty higher than outside, where the cold white snow had again started to fall silently, covering the ground under a blanket of pureness and innocence. The moon shone down on the clearing, making the snow glitter like silver mithril.

But the two beings inside the tent where not thinking about the snow outside or the quietness that lingered in the night air. No, they were only thinking about themselves, together, alone and, on Estel´s part…..still freezing.

A little shiver crawled down his spine, his breath being frosted in the chilly air, creating a white mist in front of his face. And through this mist, his silver eyes met those of Legolas, who had followed him inside the tent and had then closed the tent flap behind him, shutting out the rest of the world. It was now just he and the elf.

Blue eyes met silver ones and a feeling of warmth began to spread in his body, but it was not enough to chase away the winter´s cold that had by now settled in his bones. Estel felt his body tremble slighty with the cold, another misty breath leaving his mouth.

He did not know what to do. Yes, he wanted to be with Legolas now, to have him with him and be in his company. But, it was so different all of the sudden. So different from how it used to be. When had things started to get so complicated? Not knowing what to do, Estel sat down on the cold ground, pulling the blanket tighter around his broad shoulders. Oh, how he wished that Legolas would do something to break the akward silence!

As if the elf had read his thoughts, he spoke softly: "Are you cold?" He came nearer. All that Estel could do was nod, trying to stop his teeth from clattering. Aye, he was cold. It seemed to be one of the coldest nights in the year.

If he had thought that his friend would perhaps give him his own blanket to get warmer, Estel was much mistaken. To the human´s surprise, the prince stepped up to him, asking him silently with his eyes for permission to settle down besides him. Another nod and the elf crouched down near the human. Very close.

"You know Estel," the elf whispered, his face coming closer to Estel´s, now only inches apart from each other, their noses almost touching, "there are more ways to get warm than using a blanket." And with that, Legolas gently, almost as if afraid to scare the man, leaned in closer, closer and with a feathery touch placed his lips onto the man´s.

It sent a tingling feeling down Estel´s body, deep down and when he did not pull away, the prince deepened his kiss, opening the ranger´s mouth with his tongue and softly caressing first his lips, then his teeth and when their tongues met, Estel could not stop himself, but he felt replying to the sweetness of Legolas taste, feeling the elf´s tongue in his own mouth, the elf´s gentle caress and the softness of the elven lips that were pressed on his own.

Then, his friend deepend his kiss even more, sucking on the man´s tongue and soon the humans tongue had left his own quarters and had been pulled into the elven mouth, searching there, stroking, up and down, guided by Legolas and held securely there. It was warm and wet and Estel felt his fears and concerns leave him. All that he cared about in that moment was Legolas, Legolas and what his friend did with him. What he made him feel…..

Moments later, the elf let go of his tongue, only to lean in even closer and bite softly into his bottom lip, sucking it, pulling at it, nibbling it and stroking it. A silent sigh escaped Estel´s lips and he bent forward, willing to feel more of his friend, to be nearer, to get deeper.

Legolas stroked his lips again with his tongue, from right to the left, then up and down, all the time being in contact with the man, never breaking it. A shiver went down Estel´s back and he felt his breathing quicken. Oh, that felt so good, so good. So warm, so good……

A disappointed whimper escaped his mouth as the elf finally let go of it, his lips, his tongue, the sweet warmth that had caressed him just hovering above him and the man opened his eyes that he had not even realized he had closed and looked at the prince.

Legolas smiled at him, his face right before his own, their eyes boring deep into one another. As his friend whispered to him, the elf´s breath touching his skin and the sweet smell of grass and woods filtering to his nose, the man had problems registering what the elf had said and so all he could do was nod again when Legolas said: "See? Are you feeling warmer now?"

Aye, he was feeling warmer. His heart felt warmer, his lips, oh, yes, his lips felt warm and the taste of his friend was still on them. He felt warmer in his whole body and especially, especially…..down there.

Legolas looked at him with his deep blue eyes and Estel felt himself drowing in the blue sea and as his friend lifted one of his slender hands and gently storked it down his head, first the hair, the forehead, the cheeks, the jaw, the neck, resting lightly on his chest only to resume the procedure once more, he closed his eyes again, willing to only feel what the prince was doing.

And feeling the elf, he did.

When the hand had once more reached his chest, he felt Legolas come closer again, but this times his soft lips did not touch his red lips, but first feathered over his cheek, kissing him once, twice, three times, then they moved to the side of his face, his ears, nibbing, kissing, the elf´s tongue stroking the rounded tip of it and then venturing further, deeper, caressing, licking.

Warmth filled his entire being and a soft sigh floated from his lips. Another shiver, fast and slow at the same time tormented his body, his breathing quickened even more and he felt the palms of his hands get sweaty. Oh, he had never thought that his friend could be so sensible, so sweet, so, mhhm, so gentle.

Having released his ear, the lips went further down, wandering over the side of his neck, stopping there, lingering there, lightly touching, kissing, pressing down, nibbling. Estel tilted his head, eager to feel more of it, to feel the soft elven lips, the sweet wetness of Legolas tongue, the warmth that came from the elf.

And his friend was willing to give all that. Bending down, the man felt the soft silken hair of the prince fall over his neck and back, tickling his skin and when Legolas softly bit down on the vulnerable spot on the man´s neck, the soft pain instantly went further down, into other regions of the man´s body.

Feeling the elf´s hand leave his chest, the sweet lips now venturing upward again, kissing, pecking, nippling at his ear and the warm and wet tongue of his friend stroking it, Estel felt himself getting strangely attached to himself, as if it was not him that was feeling all these emotions, the warmth, the wetness, the sweetnes, the gentle touch, Legolas warm breath on his skin.

But he was, and as the prince gently removed the blanket from around his shoulders and placed it on the ground behind the man and then began to softly widen the collar of his tunic, to unfasten the bindings, when the red lips came to rest on his own lips again, the tongues touching and closing the circle of warmth that the elf had created, Estel felt his own body reacting.

His arms lifted, his body pressed itself at the elf´s, he felt the tense muscles under his friend´s tunic, the rising and fall of Legolas chest, the soft hair on his skin, his face, his arms, his hands, he let his arms wander on, circling Legolas, resting on the elf´s back, huggin his friend close to him, not willing to let go.

He felt the elf smile in their kiss and when the prince moved even closer to the man, their knees touching, their chests pressed at each other, he knew that it was right.

With Legolas breath in his own mouth, the sweet taste of the elf on his lips, the gently tugging on his collar, the movement of the elf at his chest, Estel felt a heat rise in him that he had never felt before. Like a wave that was washing over him, wanting him, taking him, swallowing him completely.

And when his friend in the next moment had successfully opened the upper part of his tunic and lowered his head to his chest, pressing the warm pilgerin lips to the point of his neck where it met with the chest, when the lips kissed and the tongue left a wet and warm path on his chest, when Legoas sighed deeply and then kissed his right nipple, circling it with his tongue only to do the same a second later with his left nipple, kissing it, lightly scratching it with his teeth, the man let out a deep sigh, pressing his chest into the welcome touch.

Aye, that felt good, it felt right, it felt so much better than just friendship.

Without leaving his postion on the man´s chest, his red and soft lips still sucking at the nipples, wettenning them and caressing them, Legolas pressed his own body against that of Estel, the elf´s arms gently pressing at his shoulders and guiding him onto the sleeping mat and when Estel was lying on his back, Legolas smiled and moved his own slender body over that of his friend.

Their bodies touched, Estel´s arms still lying around the princes upper body, Legolas arms still on his shoulders, pressing down gently, without demand, without an order to stay down. It was just a suggestion, but the man was more than willing to do what the elf implied.

Oh, he thought, Legolas, you are so much more than a friend. Never have a felt like this, please, mellon, don´t stop. Don´t stop. No, please, never stop.

And Legolas, although he did not know what his friend was thinking, had no intention to stop what he was doing. No, never.

Tbc.

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