Title: The morning after
Author: Marina
Cast: Haldir/OMC (the infamous Lithônion)
Rating: R
Warning: strong and partially foul language, gay sexual contact implied
Summary: Haldir and Lithônion wake up in bed with each other -- and don't
recall a
thing!
I.
Shall I open my eyes or rather not? If I open them, will dwarves swing their
hammers inside of my head or will I pass out right away? I am a smart elf, I
sleep with closed eyes at least when got wasted. I keep them closed – but
now I will open them.
Na, I rather turn to the side. But what if I get sick? Then I puke onto the
floor. Did I put my bucket there? Normally I do. When did I get so drunken
last time? Why, why, why do I not know when it is enough? Why did I again
not remember what my mother always told me ‘Every cow stops drinking when
she’s had enough’. I am not a cow – but I can drink like one.
I decide to I open my eyes. Those darn dwarves! I should slay each single
one – if they were not already inside of my skull. Death to the dwarves!
That is what I say since the First Age! I roll over and oh no! Where am I???
This can not be! I was…where was I last night?! I was, I was… I was not at
home. Of course I was not a home, because I had been hanging out down here
at this forsaken inn. Darn, what was its name?! Who had I been hanging out
with? I torture my hurting brain – curse the dwarves again. Right, Thranduil
had given me leave and I said I was going to visit some old friends out at
the borders.
Never made it to the borders, right? Darn it! Last time I was so wasted
was…who cares. I got to get up and go home. Right away home I will walk.
Walk? Am I crazy I am not going to walk; I will ride all the way. Wait
Lithônion wait, I say to myself, where did you put the horse. Did I come
with the horse or did I come down to that village on a float? If I came with
the horse, he has probably eaten the stable boy by now – shall I care for
that? No. I have a good horse and I am wearing one shoe. Where did my other
shoe go? It is not even one of my soft boots. It is one of my dancing shoes.
Am I all naked but I wear one shoe?
I decide to dare to turn to the side to find the other shoe. Hopefully I
will not puke right away. Ah! The taste in my mouth is terrible. Hog farts –
that is how it tastes. Wah, life is miserable? I will turn now to the side
on one, two, thr..???????
Who is that? I see braids – warrior braids actually. Did I come with a
companion? Did I hook again with someone I have never met before? I can not
believe it, I am such a ..I am disgusted of myself. Why can I not keep my
pants up? Why do I have to get into every elf’s breeches or under every
skirt I see?
I lift the blanket a little. Ok, it is for sure that this is a nude male elf
in my bed. It is not my bed, it is just a bed – don’t know whose, don’t care
whose. At least I did not take some elleth with me and got her knocked up or
bonded with her in my drunken state of mind. I make a mental note to get to
the next shrine once I am sober and pour some wine and flowers over the
altar for the Valar as a thank you for having me kept at least that much
sane.
If I get up on my knees and try to get a view of his face, then I might
remember something. I touch my body. I am not sore – guess I was on top then
Now this can not be. It is him! I want to knock my hurting head against the
wall. Here I am, in bed with Haldir and don’t remember a thing!!! This I was
hoping to do since AGES! Shall I scream loud now? It is so not fair! Why
now? Why last night? Why when I was in this stage.
Valar, have mercy with me – otherwise I am so not going to the shrine!!! Let
me remember only a bit, oh, please! I beg for mercy!
Haldir and I – this was supposed to happen when I was sober. I wanted to
seduce him on his outpost, wanted to blow and lick him until he would grab
me and have his way with me until he would pump into me and then I would
turn and get on top of him or let him finish me with his lips. This was the
way it was supposed to happen – not like…oh no!!!!
“Lithônion? I am in bed with you?”
“Obviously or do you consider me a spook?”
“Did..did..you know?”
“I don’t know!!! For pity sake I know nothing, absolutely nothing!!!” I
would like to scream, but whisper it hoarse, now that I realize that my
voice is totally ruined to.
“What is wrong with your voice?”
“I could ask the same!”
I must have been singing loud or, and now I could cry, we had such great
love making that I was screaming and moaning under his treatment. I hope I
was singing. It would piss me so off to have had such a great fuck and then
not remembering anything. Why did this happen!
“Good morning Haldir. I hope we had a great night.” I say, annoyed by the
fact that my mind is blank then I take the goatskin to wash the gross taste
out of my mouth and down my throat.
II.
I can not believe this has happened to me. For all my adult life I knew that
I wanted to bed him once. And here I am, totally hung over and in bed with
Lithônion and I do not recall a thing. I have nothing in my memory. I can
wring out my brain like a mopping rag and nothing; no drop of information
will come out of it.
I feel terrible, simply terrible. When did I meet him and where? I mean last
night I came to town because I was going to get…going to get what? Who cares
I have a list somewhere in my pouch, I will remember what I was supposed to
get for the outpost. But what if I was not getting anything, what if I had
already planned to meet with Lithônion for a little interruption of boredom.
Or did I hook up with him somewhere else and what was he doing here anyway?
Shouldn’t he be at Thranduil’s court?
My throat hurts. I must have been vomiting, screaming or singing loud.
Vomiting – no, does not taste like it in my mouth. Screaming? Why - because
he had driven his large cock up my ass? I am not hurting. He is versatile…
so am I. I definitely did him because I don’t feel anything and had he been
inside of me, I would at least feel a little stretched, definitely not pain.
He is a well seasoned lover, not a beginner who jumps at you and leaves you
hurting without that you had a little pleasure at all. Perhaps I was singing
I wish I knew what we did. Lithônion is here with me in this bed. And about
this bed I don’t know anything at all. Are we in the inn? Are we …where are
we? I don’t care. He is beautiful, even when he is hung over. My eyes are
definitely blood shot, he looks fresh though. Well, fresh for the condition
we both are in, fresh for one that had been excessively drinking a night
long.
Lithônion grabs a goat skin from the night stand and gulps water down. A
drop escapes and travels down his chin, down his throat to his bare chest.
Smooth skin, absolute perfect skin, I think, watching the drop sliding down.
His chestnut brown hair is messed up. It is not as long as mine, just to his
shoulders and it is so shiny. I probably had my hands in his hair and on his
head, petting him and directing him to the rhythm that I like when he was
sucking on my cock. Had he been sucking is the next question though. Perhaps
it was the other way around and I had closed my lips around him and his
hands had been in my hair, rubbing the tips of my ears to drive my crazy.
He sighs and looks at me. I too sigh deeply. I regret that I drank too much;
I wish I knew that I had been with him. Suddenly his fingers gentle draw
circles on my cheek. I catch them, kiss their tips, pull him down to me,
grab him around his waist, and feel the tug in my loins as I get hard. He
instantly reacts, rubs himself over me. I throw him down on the mattress and
bite him not too gentle into the soft skin on the nape of his neck. He moans
I will have him, right now and this time I will make sure that this is
going to be stuck in both of our minds.