Lorinand Memoirs: The Bough Breaks

Chapter - 07

Entering quietly, Thranduil smiled as he noted the low burning lantern. Glancing about the dimly lit room, it was modest yet adequate for their needs for the night with two bunks, a small table and two chairs. Moving silently toward the table, he carefully pulled out one of the chairs and sank down onto it. He could see Galion's form in one of the bunks and glanced toward the one on the opposite wall. It had not been touched, the covers were not turned down. Frowning slightly, he removed his riding boots and set them under the table. Quietly undressing, he kept glancing toward the empty bunk. Pausing for long moments before slipping out of the cotton under garments, he laid them carefully over the back of the chair with the rest of his clothing.

Sliding into the bunk behind Galion, his breath caught in his throat as the warm body snuggled tightly against him. Listening to his even breathing, Thranduil relaxed somewhat as he slipped his arm around the slender waist and pulled him closer to him. Closing his eyes, he lay quietly, content at the moment to breathe in the scent of him, enjoying the feel of his nakedness against his own.

"Have you tired of me already?" Galion asked quietly, squirming slightly against him.

"I thought you were asleep." Thranduil replied, pressing the hardness of his sex against the curve of his backside as his hand slipped lower to grasp the shaft of Galion's erection. Rolling on top of him as Galion turned onto his back, he slipped his arms beneath him, kissing him tenderly.

"I really do think I could get used to this." He whispered almost to himself, nipping softly at Galion's lips as he spoke. "My father will never stand for it, you know this. I can suffer his punishments, but I cannot bear the thought of him harming you." He stated, instinctively tightening his arms around him as if to protect him.

"Your father is stubborn but he is not a fool." Galion told him, drawing his fingers teasingly upward across his back. "He will do nothing to me, nor will he ever harm you again."

Frowning deeply Thranduil leaned back slightly, staring at him silently for long moments. "You...knew?" He asked, his voice was barely above a whisper.

"When I would check on you in the evenings, sometimes I would see the marks he left." Galion admitted, placing his hands gently on Thranduil's cheeks as he pulled his face down to his own, kissing him softly.

Tangling his fingers in the long silvery blonde tresses, Galion pulled his face tighter to his as he kissed him searchingly. Driving his tongue deeply into his mouth, he savored the surrender he felt within him as Thranduil trembled in his arms. Releasing his mouth, Galion rolled over, and pushed him onto his back as he reached beneath the pillow for the small vial of oil.

"Ninëä gérion hîr." (No, my little one). Galion told him quietly, shaking his head as he placed a hand firmly on his chest when Thranduil reached for him. Pushing his thighs apart, he settled himself between them.

Galion watched him in his peripheral vision as he poured some in the palm of his hand, applying it liberally to one finger. Grasping the shaft of his erection, he stroked him slowly as he slid his finger beneath his sack to easily find the small opening. Pressing slowly into him, he turned his hand palm upward, he searched for the small hard spot that would bring him pleasure. Smiling as he heard Thranduil's sharp gasp when he touched it, he slowly massaged it in a circular motion.

"Just relax." He told him quietly, feeling him tense as the muscles flexed against his finger, his mouth opened as he arched toward him.

"Oh!" Thranduil gasped as the slow gentle massaging sent jolts of pleasure through him, his fingers clutching the soft covers as his hips rocked instinctively forward in a rhythmic motion.