Smut #05
[for Maedhros and Maglor week, hosted by @maedhrosmaglorweek]
Maglor leaned back against Maedhros, letting his head tip against his chest. His brother’s heart beat steadily under the linen shirt, unwavering, constant, dependable. He sighed. Maedhros chuckled softly into his hair. They sat atop the high stone promontory overlooking the glen and long-overgrown pass down to the stagnated town.
“Told you you could do it,” He said with a smile.
Maedhros huffed out a breath that disturbed the wisps of black hair that escaped the smaller elf’s brain during the climb. “You did.”
He wrapped one arm around his brother’s side, pulling him closer. He kept his other arm by his side, conscious of the climbing pick strapped to his arm. It was Curufin’s idea—though Fëanor guided the fifteen-year-old in the actual making—an addition to the other aids he’d made for him since the feral pig attack and following infection that took one of his hands. So were the straps from the padded cup on his arm to the harness cinched around his chest that let him use the pick with enough confidence to manage the challenging ascent to the promontory. Only a week ago, he thought he’d never see the valley from up here again, now here he sat, sweaty and triumphant.
He bent forward to nuzzle his nose into Maglor’s hair. “Thank you for convincing me.”
“Well, it wouldn’t be very fun if I had to come up here alone for the rest of my life,” Maglor teased.
“Yes,” Maedhros agreed. He smoothed the untucked shirt with his hand—Maglor was never able to keep his shirt tucked unless he wore overalls, which he hadn't bothered with today. Maedhros loved it. “No one else would possibly have wanted to join you.”
Maglor shrugged. “We both know Celegorm would turn it into a competition I could never hope to win, and Caranthir hates heights.”
“Oh, right.” As if he would ever forget that. Curufin didn’t particularly enjoy climbing, and Amrod and Amras were still too young to try for the promontory. Besides, Maglor didn’t want to sit up here with any brother. He wanted to sit up here with Maedhros.
Maglor fingered the bottom of his shift. When he finished the hem covered Maedhros’ hand.
Taking the invitation, Maedhors slid his hand up the shirt to cup a swell of soft flesh on the other’s chest and run his calloused thumb over the nipple.
Maglor turned his head to nuzzle Maedhros’ neck.
Maedhros inhaled the familiar scent of soap and sweat. He hadn’t realized Maglor washed this morning. It seemed a little pointless when they planned to go climbing later but he’d admit he liked the smell. There was very little his brother could do that he didn’t like.
The stone was warm under them. A few puffy white clouds drifted across the sky, promising another rain-free afternoon.
Maglor kissed and nibbled Maedhros’ neck and jaw as he teased his thumb around the hard nipple again. They gasped together when Maglor sucked hard enough to bruise and Maedhros pinched his thumb and forefinger together.
Maglor pushed his brother’s hand away suddenly, making him worry for a moment that he wasn’t enjoying this anymore. But instead of pulling away, he turned in the embrace and, grinning, shoved his brother back until he lay stretched out on the white rock.
Maedhros went willingly, snagging his arm around the other’s hips and dragging him along so he fell on his chest. Somehow, their legs tangled together. It was very deliberate on Maglor’s part.
Maedhros hummed deep in his chest as they kissed each other, tilting his hips up to tease Maglor with a hit of what would come. He ran his hand up the arching spine to cup the back of his slender neck. The stone wasn’t the most comfortable surface they’d made out on as of late, but he was distracted enough to not mind.
No one expected them home until sundown.
They’d be taking every advantage of that.
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