Waiting

Dark hair cascaded over the side of the bed as the elf slept with one arm dangling down the side of the bed, his legs folded over one another and pulled up so the knees almost touched his chest. His other arm was left lying on the pillow right above his head. His lips were slightly parted as he took soft, calm breaths and his face looked at perfect peace. The white sheets were tangled around his legs and the night shirt he wore had ridden to be trapped right between his thighs just barely doing its job of concealing him. His slumber was so deep he didn’t hear someone enter the room as they mumbled to themselves. Hazel eyes fell on the sleeping form and the mumbling stopped altogether while the elf began to loosen his military uniform. He kneeled down so his face was level to that of the sleeping elf and noticed a book on the floor near the lazily dangling hand. He had wondered upon entering the room why the lamps were still lit if the occupant of the room was in dream land. Smiling he reached out to caress the cheek of the sleeping elf gently so as not to wake him.

“Sheridan,” his smile widened as he heard his name whispered on those pink parted lips. He leaned in giving a chaste kiss to his sleeping lover feeling him move to deepen it. A hand came into Sheridan’s silver locks, fingers threading through his soft hair moving down to rest on the back of his neck. When Sheridan pulled away he was staring into jade eyes full of love for him.

“I tried ta stay up ta welcome ya back,” there was a tinge of a blush on the dark-haired elf’s cheeks, “but I musta fallen asleep.” Sheridan gave a small laugh and stood up to remove the top layer of his uniform feeling the other elf’s eyes on him.

“This isn’t a strip show Amroth,” there was a giggle from the other elf and then Sheridan felt arms around his waist and a lithe body pressed to his backside. A small kiss was placed on the bone that jutted out on the back of his neck and a cheek rubbed against it.

“I missed ya so much Sheridan,” another kiss to the back of his neck and the arms around his waist held a bit tighter, “Ya must be so tired after…” Amroth didn’t get to finish his words as Sheridan turned to capture his lips. The younger elf felt the other back up and smiled against his lips as he felt Amroth fall back onto the bed. Sheridan lay his head on Amroth’s chest after he had kissed him enough to make them both breathless feeling Amroth’s chest heaving under his cheek.

“How did you know I was coming back today?” Sheridan tilted his head back to be able to look at Amroth without taking his head off of his chest.

“I didn’t know, I just stay up and wait everyday but today I just felt that ya’d be back so I put extra effort into staying up. Sorry that I didn’t.”


“It’s all right,” Sheridan didn’t really know what to say when he thought of Amroth just sitting up in their bed waiting for him, it made him sad and over joyous at the same time. Amroth cared enough to lose sleep waiting for him and even if he were gone for weeks, like he had been this time, the elf still waited.

“I set up a bath fer ya.”

“You set up a bath for me? But you didn’t even know for sure if I’d be getting home today? Could’ve extended to a longer mission.”

“I told ya I had a feeling ya’d be here today,” Amroth giggled and Sheridan couldn’t help but laugh, “Water’s probably cold by now but I can heat it up easy. Ya want to bathe Sheridan?”

“I want to do something else,” he nuzzled Amroth’s neck, “Three weeks without your touch and I’m starving for it.” Amroth blushed deep red and giggled as Sheridan nipped on the lobe of his ear.

“How nice would it be ta have a bath and my touch at the same time?” Amroth cupped Sheridan’s face in his hands to make the elf look at him, “Ya smell like sweat babe I think ya need the bath first cuz I love ya and all but that’s not attractive.”

“Mood killer,” Amroth laughed in response only to be picked right up off the bed about to be carried to the bathroom.

“Wait,” he pushed himself out of Sheridan’s hold cursing the elf for being stronger than him but it was expected when Sheridan was part of the Elven military of Uialtum and Amroth could barely string up a bow. Sheridan waited impatiently for whatever Amroth had to do before they could go have some fun in the bathroom. The dark haired elf pulled out some jade hair sticks that perfectly matched his eyes making them stand out even more as he used them to put up most of his black hair. A few strands framed his round little face as well as others whispering against his shoulders. Sheridan watched as Amroth’s night shirt flowed down his body exposing more of the elf’s pale skin till Amroth stood nude before him. Looking over his shoulder Amroth gave Sheridan a little flirtatious smile and took hold one of Sheridan’s hands. He lead him to the bathroom standing near the rim of the tub he turned to face Sheridan.

“Fer someone who was rushing ta get ta the bathroom ya sure take long to get nekkid.” Amroth laughed as Sheridan struggled to strip out of his clothes and stepped forward placing a hand over Sheridan’s, “Let me.” Sheridan let his arms fall to his sides and watched Amroth as he slowly stripped him moving at the right times to make the job easier. Once he was completely naked Sheridan tried to pull Amroth to him but the older elf ducked right under his arms.

“Ya need a bath first Sheridan,” Amroth made a face that said Sheridan smelled and giggled as the silver haired elf set a mock glare upon him, “Come on I’ll wash ya.”


“So you’re getting in the tub with me?”

“O’ course not there’s no way in hell that we’d fit in there together. Tiny tub we got. I just gonna stand in it and wash yer body. Ya don’t want me touching up all over ya, Sheridan?” he nuzzled Sheridan’s neck, “I’ve missed touching ya just as sure as I know ya must’ve missed touching me.”

“So why do you get to do the touching first?”

“Because I had ta spend my days trying ta hide from yer sisters who just kept talking and talking and wanting to braid my hair. They get on the nerves bad and if that wasn’t enough that elf ya told ta take care of me wouldn’t leave me alone at all. When I told him ta go away he would just say ‘Sorry Amroth but Sheridan Orr wants me to protect his wife’,” Amroth imitated the man’s voice perfectly, “He don’t even listen when I say I ain’t no wife.”

“You sure sound like one right now.”

“An’ w’at is dat s’pose ta mean Sherryden Arr?” Sheridan gulped, when Amroth’s accent got thicker it meant he was getting mad and he didn’t want the elf mad at him his first day back home.

“Nothing how about that bath?” he tried changing the subject thinking the cover up had failed when Amroth glared at him with his hands on his hips. Sighing Amroth turned towards the tub putting his hand over the water making steam rise up out of the small tub.

“Now get in before I decide ta punish ya cuz I know ya was meaning something bad wit’ that comment on me bein’ a wife,” Sheridan knew Amroth might give him hell tomorrow for having agreed with his friend on Amroth being the woman in their relationship but for now it seemed Amroth agreed that their first night together again shouldn’t be a sour one. The water was perfectly warm, not too cold and not too hot though the added heat of Amroth’s thigh right beside his arm made the bath almost feverishly hot. Amroth poured a bucket of water over Sheridan’s head laughing as Sheridan wiped at his face having been unprepared for the action. Sheridan put an arm around Amroth’s waist as the elf picked up a bottle of shampoo pouring a good amount into his hand. Amroth hummed to himself as he massaged shampoo into Sheridan’s hair taking note of the younger elf closing his eyes softly. He knew how much Sheridan liked it when he played with his hair so Amroth did it as much as he could wanting the same treatment from Sheridan.


“Starting ta smell better already,” Sheridan only smiled in response leaning his head back a bit so Amroth could pour water upon him while brushing his fingers through his hair. He relaxed completely under the ministrations of the slender fingers that ran through his hair and occasionally brushed against his neck and shoulders. It felt good to be back with Amroth and he would rather be no place than here. Nothing in the world could tempt him away from the gentle caresses of his elfin lover.

“Sheridan could ya stand up so I can pass the soap over yer body?” Sheridan snapped out of his daze and stood up smiling softly.

“When will it be my turn to touch you?”

“When ya stop smelling like ya been in army camp fer three weeks,” Amroth poked Sheridan’s nose with a small smile and then leaned in closer to the younger elf, “which happened about ten minutes ago.” Sheridan leaned down capturing Amroth’s lips hungrily feeling the elf mold his body to his. He kissed Amroth like his very next breath would only keep him alive if it came from the lungs of the older elf. Sheridan sat back in the tub pulling Amroth onto his lap but the elf broke away from their kiss, panting and staring at Sheridan with green eyes darkened by lust.

“What’s wrong?” Sheridan spoke in an equal state of breathlessness as he tried to kiss Amroth again but Amroth turned his head though Sheridan’s mouth came onto the column of his throat instead. Amroth moaned as Sheridan suckled the skin of his neck letting his eyes drift shut.

“I don’t think we should do it in the tub,” Amroth tried to speak clearly, “Ain’t got enough space fer ya ta move in ta me as deeply as ya like and I need ya like that Sheridan. I need ya so hard and this ain’t enough space fer it. Ain’t enough fer how badly I need ya.” Sheridan briefly mused on the shyness Amroth had shown at the beginning of their relationship and how he’d enjoyed helping break Amroth out of his inhibitions. Now Amroth told him all he needed and if he didn’t get it he would whine till he did. Not that he often needed to for the elf basically read Sheridan’s mind on things especially when it came to sex.

“I need to have you now Amroth,” Sheridan pleaded with him as his hands came down to knead the globes of Amroth’s ass, “I don’t know if I can wait long enough for us to relocate.”

“We’ll have ta anyway Sheridan…” Amroth whimpered as one of Sheridan’s fingers entered him, the water of the tub making it much easier, “There ain’t enough room, we can only stay like this and I want ya ta be the one taking me not me having ta bounce on yer lap. I can’t get ya deep enough like that.” Sheridan shuddered, hearing Amroth’s pleas for them to move somewhere that allowed deeper penetration was making him harder than a rock. Sheridan stood up with Amroth’s arms and legs wrapped around him and stepped out of the tub.


“I’ll take you right here,” he laid Amroth down on the floor and the elf stared up at him wide eyed, “Where’s the lotion?” Amroth pointed at the rack hanging from the wall a few feet away and Sheridan quickly gathered the lubrication looking down at Amroth seeing the elf spreading his legs wider. Amroth gave him a teasing little smile though there was an obvious blush on his cheeks.

“Sheridan don’t make me wait,” Amroth pleaded as he pulled Sheridan closer kissing the younger elf. He heard Sheridan uncap the lotion and soon felt fingers covered in the cold cream at his ass. He relaxed his body to allow Sheridan’s searching fingers access to him. Amroth bit his lip and leaned his head back staring up at the ceiling while keeping his arms wrapped around Sheridan’s neck. Amroth let out a sigh as he felt Sheridan’s fingers stretching him in preparation for something much larger to replace them. Sheridan placed kisses all over Amroth’s collar as he felt the elf’s hands grip his shoulders tightly and looked up in time to see what he believed to be Amroth’s most beautiful expression, one full of pleasure. Amroth’s lips remained parted in a barely there sigh, his eyes half-lidded and full on blush spread across his cheeks. Sheridan added a third finger to his ministrations and Amroth bucked his hips down.

“Sheridan please I’m ready!” It was all Sheridan needed to hear and he wasted no time in coating his erection with lotion. He looked down at Amroth, their eyes locked together as Sheridan positioned himself at Amroth’s hole. Amroth yelled out Sheridan’s name as the younger elf slammed into him. Buried to the hilt Sheridan gave a deep throaty moan though he remained completely still. Amroth raised his legs to wrap them around Sheridan’s waist and pulled himself up so only his shoulder blades were on the floor and Sheridan was propped up over him on his knees.

“Ready?” Sheridan asked not wanting to hurt him knowing it had been a while since he had bedded Amroth and that the elf was more loyal than a Saint Bernard. Amroth gave a weak nod of his head as he already felt his body singing in rapture just from Sheridan being joined with him. It had been far too long for his liking but as usual when Sheridan returned he was reminded of why he loved the elf so much. Sheridan rocked against Amroth for a moment as the older elf kept his head back just staring up at the ceiling. Sheridan reached to pull the jade chopsticks out of the elf’s hair rewarded with the black silk pooling on the floor. Sheridan felt blessed that he was the one that got to touch Amroth without restraint.

“More!” Sheridan obliged as he put one hand flat on the floor to keep himself balanced the other gripping Amroth’s hip as Sheridan gave shallow thrusts. Amroth responded to him with shaky moans as he put his feet flat on Sheridan’s behind using them to push Sheridan deeper into him. He gave a soft moan while Sheridan nuzzled his neck lovingly. The younger elf continued to rock against him not wanting to hurt his lover despite the desperation the other was showing. He kissed the column of Amroth’s throat and slid one hand into his long mane.

“Gods how I missed you,” he breathed the words into his neck, inhaling his scent afterwards. Amroth responded by cupping the other’s face in his hands so their eyes could lock together. He leaned up as best he could to gently press his lips to Sheridan’s. The kiss soon evolving into a passionate lip lock of both love and the current desire coursing through both elves. Sheridan picked up a speed thrusting deeper and faster into the other swallowing the little moans and purrs that passed Amroth’s lips. No more words were exchanged leaving the only sounds in the room that of Amroth’s moans mixing with Sheridan’s groans and the distinct slap of skin against skin. A fine sheen of sweat spread across both their bodies making silver and black hair cling to both pale flesh and sun kissed skin. They moved their bodies so Amroth could lay more of his body on the floor while his rear still remained raised and pressed against Sheridan. Amroth tried to wrap his arms around the other once more but with Sheridan on his knees he couldn’t reach. He let his arms fall above his head pulling on his own hair lightly as he moaned. Sheridan licked his lips tasting the salt of his own perspiration. He pulled Amroth up into his arms as he slid his knees apart to better support the other’s light weight. Holding Amroth by his trim waist he moved the other up and down on his shaft while Amroth’s arms came around his neck holding loosely. Amroth pressed his forehead to Sheridan’s, eyes closed tightly as he panted and softly cried out the other’s name. Sheridan flicked his tongue over Amroth’s already kiss bruised lips as he could feel the other’s inner muscles spasm, he was close. He slammed him down harder and gave the other less time to recover between plunges. Soon Amroth was writhing on his lap and Sheridan was forced to tightly grip his hips to keep the other from sliding right off. Amroth bit Sheridan’s shoulder lightly trying to muffle the elated cry but Sheridan gently pulled him away wanting to hear it. Amroth threw his head back, his sound of pleasure echoing in the otherwise silent bathroom, as Sheridan held onto him. It was almost too much for Sheridan to bear and when Amroth looked at him he could no longer stand it. He released within the tight orifice of his soul mate then fell forward, his arms still around the other’s thin body. He was left breathless as he stared at Amroth’s beautiful face and felt those soft hands caressing his back idly.

They lay reveling in the afterglow for a few minutes before Amroth decided he didn’t want to get stuck to the other by their own essence. He nudged Sheridan to get him to move laughing softly as the other yawned. He should’ve known the other might fall asleep after that but at least he hadn’t gone into snoring mode yet. Sheridan rolled off of him and Amroth stood up not noticing the way Sheridan watched him. The young elf had to look away so that urge to pounce on his lover wouldn’t cloud his judgment. He stood up after the water had been reheated and slipped into it pulling Amroth in as well. They slowly washed one another’s bodies making sure to just clean and not linger too long though they wanted to. Amroth knew Sheridan must be tired after being away from home for so long so kept in mind that they had all tomorrow to make up for the few weeks they’d spent apart. When they were done Amroth grabbed a nice fluffy towel drying himself off then Sheridan. They moved slowly to the bedroom and crawled into bed still nude. Sheridan picked up the blanket but Amroth yanked it from his hands and wrapped the blanket around them both. They rubbed their noses together, brushed lips and caressed whatever body part peeked out from the blanket, “I love you,” Sheridan whispered against his love’s long ear. Amroth smiled and leaned back to look at the other not even having to say it for Sheridan to know he felt the same way.