Sneezefic by Sneezefreak

"You do know you've always been my favorite, Legolas. Always my favorite..." Haldir's voice trailed off into a hazy murmur as he stroked the elf prince's cheek with the back of one hand, ending the caress with a gently teasing scrape of one fingernail beneath the chin.

Legolas said nothing, stretched across the head archer's lap, allowing Haldir to seduce him with the sensual stroke of his long fingers through the golden strands of his hair. He wanted badly for the other elf to caress him in other ways, but kept these thoughts to himself. For now, he would simply enjoy the feeling of warm desire expanding to fill his entire being, pleasantly muddling his senses until he cared not for alertness at all.

"Do you like me touching you in this way, Legolas?" Haldir's voice was low, husky. Lustful.

His fingertip trailed slowly from the curve of the prince's chin to the opening of his tunic, tracing lazy circles across the delicately pale skin as Legolas tipped his head back, lips parted slightly, eyes fluttering closed. A moaning sigh escaped him as the archer's hand slid lower still to the leather sash belting his tunic, lingering there just above his navel, lightly stroking the fine material with the slightly pointed tips of his nails.

"That is a 'yes', then?" Haldir smiled almost luridly as his fingers nimbly whisked aside the thin fabric of the prone elf's attire, revealing his sleekly defined stomach.

A thin line of golden hair trailed a path from Legolas' navel into his snuggly fitting breeches, hinting of a cause for further "exploration", but not quite yet. Haldir had other plans for the elven prince first. Self-indulgent ones, but plans nonetheless.

His hands continued to feel their way along every curve of Legolas' refined body, drawing soft groans of pleasure from him. The heat of the prince's skin was readily apparent through the sheer material of his clothing and Haldir's caress only served to add to that building warmth. One hand slid lower still, stroking the inside of the younger elf's thigh with teasing suggestiveness.

"Tell me where you wish my hand to go, Legolas." Haldir's request was more of a command.

Instead of answering, Legolas grabbed his wrist and pressed it against his thigh even harder, inching it upwards towards exactly where Haldir suspected he most urgently desired his touch.

"Not yet, my pretty one. First, I would like you to indulge me in one simple act," Haldir's voice was like molten silk, streaming warmly into the prince's lust-hazed thoughts.

"Do with me as you wish," Legolas breathed amorously, falling almost fully under the spell of Haldir's enticing touch.

"Then I shall."

Haldir plucked a slender blade of wheat grass from beside him, skimming the length of it with one finger. The soft, bushy end nodded to him with the passing of a warm breeze, as if lending itself in agreement to his planned course of action. A slow, impish smile spread across his lips as he bent closer to Legolas, fingers sliding through the other elf's hair until his hand cupped the back of his head.

"Relax, my love," he murmured, tracing the outline of Legolas' jaw with the feathered tip of the wheat grass. "Trust me."

Legolas felt his body grow limper still as Haldir brushed the soft point of the foliage across his angular features. He was growing lighter and heavier all at once, giving himself over completely to Haldir's touch.

"That's it," Haldir crooned, switching ends with the wheat grass to the stiffer portion.

The urge to hurry the process along was tempting, but the archer withheld his intention a moment longer, lightly contouring the straight planes of Legolas' nose sensually. Purposefully. The flexible stem bent slightly as he drew closer to his goal. Ever so gently, the thin stem tickled the sensitive area just on the inside of the prince's nose, just enough to cause him to flinch slightly from surprise, but relax once again under Haldir's reassuring touch.

Legolas could have no notion of what the head archer's intent was, but he cared very little. Whatever Haldir wanted of him, he would gladly do if the other elf would continue to seduce him beneath the cool canopy of the trees, away from the prying eyes of those who would whisper with treacherous tongues.

Suddenly, Haldir pressed the tip of the wheat grass stem against the inside of his nose in a most insistent manner, eliciting an intense, tickley sensation that overtook him before he could even find the breath to protest.

"Hih... k'tcheaah!" Legolas sneezed quite forcefully, his body curling upward in Haldir's lap with the effort.

"There we are," Haldir said with a silken purr. "And now... again."

The stem wriggled against his nostril persistently, summoning the burning urge from Legolas once more.

"Heh... k'tchheeaahh! K'chhssht!" Legolas sneezed almost desperately, his deep blue eyes watering with the effort as he gazed up at Haldir, slightly puzzled but not questioning the other elf's motives. The growing hardness in the archer's pants was proof enough that he was apparently enjoying this game, odd though it was.

"Ah, Legolas... you are so beautiful, my love," Haldir murmured, leaning ever closer until his gold hair, only slightly darker than Legolas', mingled with the prince's locks like delicately spun threads of the afternoon sun's lustrous glow. "So... achingly... pretty..."

The tip of his tongue flicked gently across Legolas' still parted lips, rousing another soft moan from him, before capturing his mouth in a stirringly sensual kiss.

-TBC