All person’s in this work are over the age of 18 years. I do not own these characters or locations therein.

Drizzt put his hands on the back of his neck, attempting in manipulate the muscles. He had been having a crick in his neck going on two days now, and it was beginning to get ridiculous. He thought about going to see the local doctor within Mithral Hall, but they aren’t really known for their expertise in subtle muscle relaxation. They are more the, sew up, send back to the front lines kind of physicians. A loud pounding sounded from the door. Knowing only one person who could hit the door to his quarters so hard that the stones themselves would vibrate, Drizzt sighed.

“Come in Wulfgar.”

The door swung open, giving way to the enormous form of the young barbarian. He was bare chested, clearly he had come from working the furnaces within Mithral Hall. Wulfgar was a talented metal smith. Which also explained why he wasn’t wearing his weapon on his belt. Instead he was wearing leather bound shorts. His red hair hung loosely over his ears and lightly over his shoulders. He put his hands on his hips.

“Where have you been Drizzt, dinner is going to start any minute.”

Drizzt gave a light sputter and turned back to his mirror, attempting to get his fingers in the right position.

“Tell Bruenor that I’ll only be a few minutes, I just have to work this out.”

Wulfgar strode straight up to Drizzt, staring at him intently.

“What seems to be the problem?”

Drizzt suddenly felt a bit self-conscious with Wulfgar’s closeness. In profile the two of them couldn’t be any more different. Wulfgar was massive, with strong, dominating muscles. Drizzt, while also quite muscular, was sleek, limber and had very dark skin. The tell-tale nature of his drow heritage. Yet beside the barbarian he seemed minuscule. Drizzt had no doubt he could best the less experienced fighter in a fair battle. Not that Wulfgar is anything less than a prime warrior, but Drizzt knew himself to be the more experienced. Drizzt allowed his eyes to wander quickly over the warriors muscles. If he wasn’t careful, this man could dominate him if he allowed it.

Where did that thought come from?

Drizzt felt strong hands clamp down on his shoulders. For a moment he thought his friend was attacking him. Then he felt them gentle massage him.

“You are holding yourself too rigid Drizzt, you need to learn to relax.”

Drizzt scoffed.

“I am in awe Wulfgar with your insight.”

Wulfgar frowned.

“Sarcasm doesn’t become you Drizzt, is your aching muscles all that is bothering you.”

Drizzt allowed himself to enjoy the sensation the massage. He felt his neck loosening. He closed his eyes. He mumbled.

“Wulfgar, you can be a little tighter.”

The warrior’s hands tightened, kneading him further.

“Yess.” Drizzt let out. He had to admit, this was pretty wonderful. Wulfgar suddenly stopped. Drizzt eyes snapped open, he turned upwards to face his friend.

“Oh, are you done?”

Wulfgar gave him a broad grin.

“You look so disappointed.” Before Drizzt could protest Wulfgar raised a meaty hand. “No, I am not done. I want you to get on the best, lying face down. I can work your back. Gods know you must have muscle problems there.”

Drizzt frowned. Wulfgar and him, on a bed alone together. Wait, why would that be a problem? Drizzt moved towards the bed.

“Wait a moment, don’t you think you are forgetting something Drizzt?”

Drizzt shot Wulfgar are confused look.

“Your shirt? I can’t massage you through your jerkin.”

Actually I am pretty sure you can, thought Drizzt. But he complied. Swinging his shirt off over his head, he place it on the coat rack to the side of his chambers. He then caught Wulfgar in his mirrors reflection. He was gazing at the dark elf, and it wasn’t the gaze of just a friend. There was a look in his old friend’s eyes that made Drizzt’s pulse quicken. Turning and heading towards the bed, the look Wulfgar had was gone, almost as if it was never there. Drizzt thought he must have imagined it. And yet, his pulse did not slow down. He laid face down on the bed. The mighty warrior got on, the bed sagging slightly under their combined weight. Wulfgar started at the shoulders, the slowly began working his way down his back. Drizzt’s moans were punctuated with moments of yelps.

“By Mielikki’s bones, are you trying to kill me?”

Wulfgar gave a fhump and continued working.

“Don’t be so melodramatic.”

Wulfgar spent another five minutes on his ministrations before he moved on. This time onto Drizzt’s arse. At first Drizzt leaned up slightly in alarm. Then as those strong hands massaged those cheeks Drizzt leaned back down, biting lightly on the pillow in front of him. He felt his face getting flush… and now a growing restriction in his nether regions. This wasn’t an uncommon to Drizzt, he had a full understanding of his biology and his… urges. But never had he felt this way before.

“Okay Drizzt, flip. I need to work on your front.”

“Uh, I am fine Wulfgar. I think you have done enough, let’s go get some dinner.”

Drizzt felt Wulfgar grab him by the shoulders, before he could do anything he was flipped over. Face-to-face with Wulfgar, Drizzt gazed at the powerful human on top of him.

“See, wasn’t too hard, I don’t know what…”

Wulfgar’s words died his is mouth has he noticed Drizzt’s erection. For a slight elf his manhood was such that not even his leather trousers could disguise the breadth of his cock.

“Wulfgar I”

Wulfgar just glared at Drizzt. Then with one mighty hand he grabbed at Drizzt’s trousers. Drizzt’s cock came into view. Without saying a word, still glaring at Drizzt, Wulfgar took hold of Drizzt’s cock. He started massaging it, up and down. Drizzt felt like time had slowed down. Wulfgar’s hand, calloused as it was from working in the smiths, felt amazing on his dick. Never had anyone touched him like this before. He leaned back, leaning his dick into the movement.

“Yesss” he moaned. Wulfgar slightly picked up the pace. Drizzt started panting, lolling his tongue out of his mouth. He felt his balls rise. Wulfgar must have noticed it too. Right at the point of climax he stopped, allowing his dick to fill, slowly, agonizingly, fantastically slowly, then he erupted. Ropes of cum launched out, hitting Drizzt’s chest, face and even a bit of bed post. Wulfgar’s hand was coated in Drizzt’s seed. Drizzt was breathing hard at this point, still shivering with pleasure. Wulfgar began jerking him again, slowly to milk the rest of his seed out. Drizzt sighed in pleasure.

The great warrior got up. Drizzt gazed into his eyes. Those eyes, seemingly still so cold, brought up his cum coated hand and started licking the substance into his mouth. He kept doing so until there was none left.

He turned towards the door.

“We should go to dinner Drizzt, we are already late.” He turned and gave Drizzt a slight smile. “We can return after, I can show you some of my more advance massage techniques.”

He was then gone. Drizzt got up. He looked down at his spent member. Already it was starting to stir at the thought of Wulfgar’s return. He quickly got up, dressing in his gear. He wanted nobody to guess what has happened. As he closed the door to his quarters he knew that it would be difficult to keep this a secret. It was written all over his face, a face with a huge smile on it.