Hot and Heavy

What I did instead of pay attention in World Civ. Please do not copy or reproduce without explicit written permission. If I profited from this or any other fanfiction, I would not be performing menial library tasks to pay for textbooks.

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Hot and Heavy

Glorfindel and Erestor struggled together in the dimly lit room, panting and groaning. Glorfindel sweated as he moved, dark golden hair clinging to his cheeks and chest. Erestor’s eyes glittered in the half-light.

“Glorfindel, I cannot…” he moaned, falling back limply. Glorfindel grunted and doubled his efforts.

“Are you coming, Erestor?!” Sweat poured down Glorfindel’s fair face, cheeks flushed with exertion. His bright blue eyes were wide in the half-light. To Erestor he looked fierce and yet not so. Erestor took long deep breaths, moving his slim frame in concert with his companion’s. Strands of silky hair had slipped free from its tight braid and hung in dark tendrils about the scribe’s flushed ear-points. With a loud inhalation, Erestor groaned and arched his back.

“I am coming, Glorfindel! Oh Valar!” He trailed off into Quneya as he flexed and strained, breathing harder.

“Glorfindel, harder!” he managed. Glorfindel conceded, with a grin, revealing even, white teeth. Both elves were now slicked with sweat that trickled down their bare torsos. Glorfindel slipped and heaved, finishing with a final moan. Erestor too cried out and collapsed, remaining still until he felt his strength return and the tingling ceased in his limbs.
Glorfindel turned to look at Erestor, seeing the scribe streaked with sweat. Erestor met Glorfindel’s gaze and offered a small smile.

“That was, without a doubt… the biggest, longest... heaviest bookshelf I have ever moved,” he gasped. Glorfindel nodded, feeling exhausted.

“Perhaps we should have some wine.” Walking rather stiffly, the two friends departed in search of Elrond’s hidden stores.
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Gotcha? Well, I found it mildly amusing at any rate.