Faramir's distress had long since passed, his cheeks dried of tears by his lover's warm kisses. And once again the brothers lay quietly on their sides, wrapped in a peaceful embrace, not talking, not even thinking, oblivious to the passage of time around them - until Boromir shifted with a contented smile and tightened his hold on Faramir's waist.
"I want to do you again," he whispered huskily, pulling the younger man closer.
"Mm, I would sure like that," Faramir replied with an indulgent smile, pressing his body against Boromir's in return, subtly but sensually. "But not tonight, all right? I need some time to... well, adjust."
Boromir heaved a sigh of frustration. "You fool, hadn't I told you to be more careful with yourself?"
"But it was so worth it," Faramir beamed, despite the throbbing soreness between his legs, between his buttocks and well inside his body.
"Worth it...? Perhaps... But what shall we do then?"
"Hmm... How about we switch?" Faramir accompanied the suggestion by pushing his leg deeper between Boromir's knees, so that the front of his upper thigh came to rest against his brother's balls, and their reawakening members pressed together.
Although Boromir shifted into the arousing touch, his eyes grew cold and he frowned suspiciously. "Now, is that another one of your shameless dreams?"
"Uh-huh," the younger brother admitted casually. "I have thought of it - you know, sometimes," his hand slid down Boromir's side to rest on the man's buttock with quite unambiguous intentions.
"Sometimes?" Boromir repeated skeptically, unsure what to do about the hand.
Faramir laughed, acknowledging an understatement. "Actually, practically every time I saw you bend over. Oh, brother, you have such a beautiful, powerful rump... You know, I would be simply unable to keep myself from thinking what it would be like to swiftly come up to you from behind, yank your trousers down and shove my -"
"Enough!" Boromir interrupted him with an alarmed laugh. "Honestly! I thought you had at least a little decency."
"Look, it's not like I've ever actually done it," Faramir pointed out, laughing merrily, his fingers now beginning to knead the muscular roundness.
"Luckily for you, you haven't," Boromir retorted in a grumble. "I would've probably punched you in the face, had you tried to."
"I know," Faramir replied, taking no offense. "That's why I'm doing it a little differently."
"Brother, look..." Boromir sighed, caressing Faramir's shoulder thoughtfully. "All jokes aside, I... I am not sure about this. Really not sure... I, um... I've..."
"Never been fucked?" Faramir offered brightly. "Yes, I have suspected as much - but that's an outage easy to fix," he leant in, aiming to seal Boromir's mouth with his.
But Boromir averted his face a little and sighed yet again, very heavily this time. "Faramir..." he began seriously, "let's get this straight. It may have been propriety or whatever social norms that had kept you from yielding to another man, but in my case... I have never even wanted to."
Faramir did not seem much disappointed, and only smiled encouragingly. "Well, do you now?"
"Do I now?" Boromir reiterated with a faintly ironic chuckle. "Do I want to rape myself with your prick, like you did with mine?"
Faramir sighed. "No. It doesn't have to be like we did it to me, if you don't want to..."
Boromir looked at him doubtfully, and the way Faramir's fingers were treating the flesh of his arse only intensified the doubts.
Faramir smiled softly, then kissed Boromir on the corner of the mouth and rubbed his smooth cheek against his brother's bearded one. "Don't fret, I know how to handle someone who hasn't been breached before," he whispered reassuringly.
But to Boromir this information proved of little comfort, and he shifted uneasily against the younger man.
"Look, Faramir, I know you are thirty-six, and of course you haven't been idle; and especially given how attractive you are, you must have been surrounded by all sorts of eager people, but... Keep it to yourself, all right? I don't want to know anything. Who, how many, what you did, what you know... I want none of it."
"All right," Faramir agreed easily, his hand still doing what it was.
They were quiet for a while, and the older man had an especially thoughtful expression on his face, listening intently to his inner responses to his lover's touch.
"Look," he said resolutely at last, "only because you are my brother."
Faramir's fingers stopped their ministrations. "Boromir," he said very gently, "if you really don't want to -"
Frowning sternly, Boromir cut him off. "Nay, I... I don't know. I might. I mean... what you were doing to me just now, I did like it, although... although it did feel er... unusual."
"All right," Faramir nodded quietly, and once again began caressing his brother's behind, both the more exposed top buttock, and the one Boromir was partially lying on. "It's not like you have to make a commitment, anyway - if you decide you don't like it after all, we can always drop the idea."
Boromir grinned and, although he tried not to show it and did not like to acknowledge it even to himself, Faramir's assurance had made him feel a whole lot better. "You won't be disappointed?" he asked casually.
"Frankly - yes, a little bit. But more for you than for myself, because more than anything I want to make you feel good - and this thing does feel good, take my word for it."
"Yeah, but first it apparently feels horrible," Boromir countered mischievously, but more out of the desire to pester Faramir than out of any serious wariness. And seeing as much, Faramir only smiled leniently in reply. Then he sneaked his bottom arm under Boromir's shoulder and over his upper back, pulling the older man into a long slow kiss.
As the kiss grew in tightness and heat, so the caresses of Faramir's palm grew in sensuality and hunger - as well as in amplitude. He was roaming his hand all over his brother's outer thigh, then grabbed it confidently from underneath and hoisted it over his hip, thus providing himself better access to the sweetness between Boromir's legs. Boromir gave a startled jolt, yet did not resist this development, and when Faramir's hand returned to his buttocks, the older man found himself instinctively arching into the touch.
And when Faramir suddenly withdrew his hand, Boromir involuntarily made a small sound of disapproval.
"No worries... I'm just looking for that oil," Faramir murmured against the man's lips.
He felt behind himself on the sheets, and soon produced the bottle with at least a third of the liquid remaining. He grinned at Boromir and, uncorking the vessel with his teeth, tipped it against his brother's buttock, letting the slick liquid pour generously over the pale skin. Boromir shivered a little as he felt the oil trickle into the cleft of his arse.
Resealing the bottle for the time being, Faramir proceeded to spread the lubricant all over his brother's private area, but touching him very lightly and carefully, not applying any pressure yet. Once that was done, he withdrew completely - to continue his exploration from another angle, sliding his slippery hand in between their tightly pressed bodies and closing his fingers around Boromir's newly restored hardness, the hardness that still bore the crimson evidence of Faramir's recent surrender. He felt Boromir's relief at this turn of events, and so for a while directed his attention at his lover's cock, kissing the man playfully on the mouth. But as he was rubbing Boromir's manhood, Faramir's fist was tantalizingly sliding up and down against the underside of his own cock - and that, coupled with the knowledge that his brother's untouched and well-oiled arse was only inches away, made sure Faramir would not forget his ultimate destination.
And thus, when after some time Boromir began rocking into his touch, he released the hot shaft and moved his hand lower to caress his brother's balls - then a little lower still to cup them from underneath and gently roll them between his fingers. The men were pushing with their hips against each other now, and it was not easy for Faramir to find enough space between their bodies to continue on his course. Very slowly, he eased his palm a little further between Boromir's thighs to stroke the soft sensitive area of his brother's perineum. But although the touch was very gentle and non-intrusive, and brought quite a bit of pleasure, a hand this deep between his legs already felt like a threat to Boromir, and Faramir felt the man grow tense. Boromir's kisses grew rather absentminded also, for all his attention was obviously directed at what Faramir's hand was doing to him. His breathing was nervously uneven, and even though he did not try to change his exposed position, he shivered every time Faramir's fingers made an advancement towards his most private place, and gripped the younger man on the shoulder quite ungently.
Finally, Faramir leant out of their kiss to try and reassure his lover with an understanding gaze. "I am being very careful, brother. Trust me and have no fear," he murmured with a gentle smile.
Boromir narrowed his eyes, his hips almost stopping in their rhythm against Faramir's.
"Do you think I am afraid?"
"I was," the younger man admitted with a shrug. "Not so much of the pain, though, but rather of how it would feel to be hurt by the one I love."
"You hurt yourself more than the one you love did," Boromir pointed out, curving his brow.
"Valar, brother! Are you going to keep nagging me about that for the rest of the night?" With that Faramir again reached behind Boromir to give his firm bum a fond little slap.
Boromir chuckled. "More likely for the rest of your life - that's not an episode to be easily forgotten."
"Just like all the episodes involving you and I in bed, mm?" Faramir murmured playfully, stealing a quick kiss on the lips. "But please, I want you to understand. Your cock, brother, is so meaty... I reckoned it would be mighty painful to take it in anyway, but... I thought it would be easier to bear if I were to hurt myself rather than let you do it..."
Boromir stared at him mutely, then swallowed, his throat having suddenly gone dry. "Faramir... you do realise that your words are not helping me relax, don't you?"
"Hmm, who knows... maybe I don't want you relaxed - you would be so much tighter that way..." And Faramir pinched the taut flesh of the older man's slippery cheek.
Boromir's breath caught. "Get your hand off my arse, you heartless wicked -"
Faramir gazed at him lovingly and laughed out, and Boromir was unable to keep a serious face either. "Your humour is not funny," he grumbled anyway.
"But it's only humour. In truth, I would never wish to hurt you."
"But you did wish to hurt yourself."
"Come, does it really bother you that much?" Faramir asked sadly, slowly caressing his brother's behind. "I am sorry, I did not mean to distress you so. And yes, it did hurt..." Faramir chewed on his lip thoughtfully, picking words. "But it was not an unpleasant kind of hurt, not a vicious one - but a loving hurt, if you see what I mean."
"Mm... not exactly. Although it does sound intriguing..."
"Well then, perhaps I should show?" Faramir whispered softly, and once again slid his hand between their groins and reached forth to bring their lips together.
This time he went to caress Boromir between the legs all the way from the man's balls to as far as his hand could reach. His fingers would brush fleetingly over the tightly closed entrance to his lover's body, but Faramir made a point of not giving it any special attention just yet, not even pausing over it as his hand slid slowly back and forth. And only when, after some time, he felt the apprehension seep away from Boromir's body, his buttocks relaxing beneath Faramir's palm and even beginning to arch into his touch, did the young man finally dare to purposefully feel for the place his cock so craved to plunge into.
Boromir started at the searching touch, yet after a moment's hesitation took a deep breath and made a conscious effort to shift into it, resting himself trustingly against Faramir's slippery fingers. And Faramir probed at him ever so carefully, pressing at the contracted circle of muscle with his fingertip very lightly, not even aiming to test its resistance, but merely wishing to explore the texture and warmth of his brother's most private spot. Boromir had to admit it felt nice to be touched like this, pleasantly ticklish and also subtly arousing in some strange and unfamiliar way.
And Faramir smiled in wonder and whispered against Boromir's lips with great tenderness: "My, how tiny it is."
"Yours used to be, as well," Boromir murmured teasingly, briefly licking at Faramir's lower lip.
"And it shall be so again, soon. It always will be, unless you fuck me overmuch, dear," Faramir assured him with a smile, licking back in much the same fashion.
"I won't - if you can promise the same."
Faramir chuckled, his fingers between Boromir's legs working somewhat more boldly now, his index one toying with the opening while the others slowly massaged the sensitive adjacent area. "I haven't even really breached you yet, and already you think I might be too greedy."
"No, you haven't... But... you are going to, right...?"
"Now, is that impatience I hear in your voice again?"
"I... don't know, it... could be." Boromir grinned dazedly, wondering at his own boldness. But he did like the sensation of rounded firmness pushing at him, and for some reason also liked how defenseless it made him feel to understand that technically there was strength enough in Faramir's hand to make his flesh yield even against his wish.
And then Faramir showed him what it was like to have his body entered.
Boromir had thought he would gasp, or at least suck his teeth, but in fact he only inhaled deeply and stared at Faramir in confusion. He had never felt anything like this...
The younger man let the importance of the moment sink in, studying his lover thoughtfully, then grinned vaguely and shook his head in appreciation. "By the heavens above, brother, you are tight like an innocent boy of fourteen."
Boromir nearly coughed in surprise. "What...?! You have actually fucked an innocent boy of fourteen?" Instantly to his mind came an image of the same fingertip that was now firmly held by his private muscles - that same fingertip prying in between a pair of pert and hairless boyish buttocks.
Faramir pursed his lips, hiding a grin of amusement. "Come, brother, can't you simply take a compliment?"
"A compliment like this is rather unsettling. Faramir... you -?"
"I thought you had said you did not want to know," the younger man pointed out, gently probing a little deeper into his lover.
Boromir hesitated, then sighed wearily. "Indeed, I don't," he said dismissively, relaxing back into his brother's embrace. What did he care about anything... What did anything matter in comparison to this new feeling?
And Faramir went on lightly massaging him on the inside, twisting a little this way and that as he withdrew a bit and then went back in. Boromir did not try to halt him in any way, but from the older man's expression it was unclear whether that was out of resolution to get through what his little brother had managed, or out of actual enjoyment.
"Well, brother," Faramir murmured against the corner of his mouth, "tell me how it feels."
Boromir thought for a moment. "Intense," he licked his lips, considering his body's reaction. "A little disturbing, but... sweet." And his words were confirmed by the fact that the erection pressing against Faramir's abdomen was just as firm and enthusiastic as ever.
Faramir smiled contentedly. "Then I believe you would enjoy this." He pushed on carefully, letting Boromir's tightness wrap itself around the second joint of his finger.
This time Boromir actually did gasp, for although it was not in any way unpleasant, the sensation was different. Now not only the strict tightness of his entrance was breached, but the smooth softness of his inner privacy was entered, and it made him feel much more unprotected than the initial penetration had. But as soon as Faramir drew back a little, Boromir knew he wanted his brother's finger back, and pushed at him instinctively. He felt Faramir's lips spread into a grin against his cheek, yet the younger man said nothing and only gave his lover what he had asked for.
Thus they went on, slowly working to warm up the older man's body, to inure it to being continuously open, to housing at least a little bit of another person's love and desire. And Boromir's cooperativeness was noticeably increasing, growing together with the pleasure he was now quite distinctly experiencing at every movement of Faramir's hand inside himself. He began to sigh quietly, his hips pressing forth lightly yet persistently, his arousal quickly rubbing against the body that had recently given it so much pleasure.
And Boromir began to toy with the idea that maybe it would be nice to give the same pleasure in return... It still rather unsettled him to remember the look of his engorged glistening manhood disappearing again and again into Faramir's stretched and reddened entrance as Boromir took him from behind - to remember it imagining himself in his brother's place... But well, at least it was perfectly sweet to feel Faramir's index finger within his flesh - deep within his flesh. Indeed, although Boromir could already feel the knuckles of Faramir's other fingers press against his buttock, he pushed back yet again, yearning for yet a little more.
Faramir bit his lip before whispering playfully: "It's all in already... You are doing really well, I must say." He kissed Boromir's mouth sweetly, and just as his tongue unexpectedly did a hungry twist between his brother's lips, so did his finger between Boromir's buttocks. It was just a little ungentle, and Faramir had wondered whether it was still too early for this - but Boromir moaned into his mouth encouragingly, and Faramir felt a shiver run through his brother's body, and thus eagerly repeated the gesture.
Then he was not twisting randomly anymore, but seeking for one particular place. He knew he had found it not so much from the difference in the sensation under his finger-pad, but rather from the startled gasp that parted his brother's lips, and from the uncontrollable jolt of Boromir's hips.
"There it is," Faramir commented quietly, and as though fearing Boromir had not fully noticed the first time, went on to once again demonstrate the whereabouts of that special spot. And then again. And again. Until Boromir was veritably panting for breath, his gaze molten and disoriented, lips dry and bright with colour.
"Per... perhaps... I'm going insane, but... this feels so good," he admitted in a mumble, a vague dreamy smile on his lips. And he shifted his leg on Faramir's hip higher towards the man's waist, thus giving his brother even more control over the situation.
"Would you like me to add another one?" Faramir asked casually, although the way he was pressing his throbbing cock against Boromir's was quite betraying how he craved to speed up their progress.
After a moment, Boromir nodded, and closed his eyes completely.
He gasped in alarm, for at once he knew this would be a true challenge for his body. The girth of Faramir's touch was putting a strain on his flesh that no amount of oil would curb, and his body tangibly filled with consternation, for although he trusted his brother like no other, nevertheless the burning inescapable pressure made him feel threatened on some deep animal level.
Faramir sighed, for he sensed Boromir's anxiety in the very way the man's muscles had gripped at his fingers. Without a word, he slid the tip of his middle finger out and proceeded to once again push forth with just the index one.
But Boromir frowned. "No, put it back," he muttered quietly without opening his eye.
Faramir grinned admiringly. "Brother, when you had asked me to keep you company tonight... would you have believed that you would end up telling me to put my hand up your arse?"
"Not the whole hand, don't go getting your hopes up," Boromir murmured teasingly. "And no, I would not have believed it - I can hardly believe it even now. But do put it back, Faramir..."
His private muscles responded with a fiery sensation as Faramir returned to ease two fingertips into him. But it also intensified Boromir's awareness of this part of his body, and it thrilled him to wonder how it would feel if his brother were to massage him on that hidden magical spot not with one finger, but with two. And thus, he gritted his teeth and, against the rather strong discomfort, strove to welcome Faramir deeper into his body, to let his brother do to him that thing which made droplets of seed leak from his cock.
"Boromir," the young man whispered caringly, "it will be much easier for you if you put that free hand of yours to work."
"Huh?" Boromir knew he was not being very sharp at the moment.
Faramir smiled patiently. "Touch yourself - while I touch you."
And Boromir did. But it was not only his own manhood that he treated: he shifted a little to fully align their ripe reddened shafts, making the sensitive undersides press together, and laid a broad grasp of his strong hand on both of them. His strokes swept the first juice of pleasure from the head of his length and spread some of it over Faramir's erection, or at least so he imagined it.
Faramir moaned hoarsely and pushed with hip hips a little, making the manhoods slide against one another, which in turn made him moan even more desperately. For a second he even entertained a selfish notion that of the two of them it was perhaps he and not his lover who was having the harder time.
"Oh, how I want you," he groaned. "How I want to fuck you, brother... You have no idea. To shoot my seed deep into your sweet arse..." At this he finally buried his fingers up to the knuckles, and Boromir bucked against him needily, confirming that he, too, shared Faramir's desire.
"Good boy, Boromir," Faramir grinned breathlessly. "Such a good boy you are," and he bowed to bite at his brother's throat with an avid bruising kiss. In any other situation, anyone who dared say such a thing to the new Steward would have at once had his nose introduced to Boromir's fist - but not now. Now he only tilted his head back and sighed with both strain and delight.
Yes, it was finally feeling fully good again, what with Faramir rubbing him generously on the inner source of a man's pleasure - but Boromir was well aware that his brother's fingers still fitted into his body frighteningly tightly, and was absolutely, adamantly convinced there was no space for more. He knew, of course, that more could be made to fit in anyway, and knew also that he would survive it. After all, he himself had bent quite a few men, and many of them rather ungently at that - and all of them had lived through it, and most had actually liked it. Yet...
Much as his body blindly craved more, his mind knew that more would hurt - truly hurt. And now he fully understood what Faramir had meant saying that the scariest part was that the pain would be inflicted by the one you love so much... How much submission it actually required, what a complete capitulation it would have to be... And the male in him, the one who had ever only taken and tamed others - that male could not help but be bewildered by the prospect...
"Faramir..." Boromir whispered a little hoarsely, "you know, I believe that's... that's as far as I'd like to go."
Faramir smiled at him gently, although their faces were so close Boromir could not see it, and murmured warmly, his voice fully showing he understood it was final: "Of course." It had taken him all the reserves of his will to speak so lightly and evenly, and not groan in frustration. But, well, they had admittedly had quite a lot of novelty in the course of that night, and perhaps it would be nice to leave some for later. This prudent notion could not, of course, compete with the strength of his lust, but he knew he would warm up to it once his desire was slaked.
He kissed Boromir once again, repeatedly thrusting into his lover's mouth with his tongue so violently as though thus trying to compensate for another kind of thrusting he had had to forgo. But with his hand he stopped moving back and forth, letting the weary entrance to his brother's inner tenderness have a rest, burying his fingers deep one last time and keeping them there - and went on to press them insistently against that blindingly sensitive spot inside his lover's body. He massaged it ceaselessly, mercilessly, stimulating the already ringing nerves to a point beyond belief - just as his brother's frantic strokes were driving his cock to sheer madness.
It was then that it hit Boromir.
Letting Faramir into the hidden private tenderness of his body, letting him open it up and alter its shape... and suddenly he desperately needed to see that Faramir understood the full meaning of this, how important it was, the whole immensity of what Boromir was letting him do...
And he hurriedly withdrew from the unending kiss to look his brother in the eyes, to see whether there was this understanding he felt he could not survive without. And he saw it - alongside with lust, and pleasure, and need: there it was - a clarity, an almost grave lucidity in those bottomless grey eyes, just like when he had taken Faramir. It pierced him, for in that moment he realised with absolute certainty, felt it with his whole entity that he was loved and that life was beautiful.
And then it was so beautiful he thought he must be dreaming.
The pleasure he had found inside Faramir's body had been like nothing anyone had ever given him - but the pleasure Faramir gave him by going into his body...
And as all his muscles flexed sharply - then slackened - and trembled with blissful exhaustion, he sighed with a long shuddering sigh of deepest, most genuine happiness, and spilt profusely over his brother's and his own abdomens. It seemed to him only natural that Faramir, feeling his pleasure, followed suit at once, so that the essences of their release mixed and blended, and it was absolutely impossible to tell where was Boromir's, and where Faramir's. And they made it even more impossible by rubbing gently against each other, spreading all the steaming seed across their bellies and chests, irreversibly merging it - just as their tongues were unhurriedly merging the moisture of their mouths.
At last, when even the faintest tremors of pleasure had died away, Faramir gently slid out of his lover's relaxed heat, at which Boromir grinned lazily and heaved a sigh of blissful fatigue.
He knew he would be coming back for that sensation - maybe even later that very night.
Some minutes later, when they were still soft and perfectly sated, Faramir leant in to kiss Boromir on the neck to keep him from dozing off.
"You know how I'd like to do this next time?" the younger man murmured with a thoughtful smile.
"Already making plans for the next time, are we?" Boromir asked half-sleepily, and pulled his lover closer, tightening their embrace.
"That's what I had been doing for the better part of my adult life, brother - imagining how I would pleasure you. 'Tis not a habit easy to let go of."
"Nor one necessary to let go off. Go on, tell me how you want it."
"Well..." Faramir grinned, starting to languidly caress Boromir on the shoulder and side. "I've noticed it works better for you, when you have... some sort of a distraction, something to occupy yourself with."
"Oh? Such as?"
"Such as, maybe... giving me a little pleasure in return, right?" Faramir began unhurriedly. "So I was thinking, we could do it like this. I would lie on by back, propped up on a couple of pillows - and you would straddle me on the chest, only the other way around, facing away from me. That would make it very convenient for you to pump my cock, and then you would bend over to... you know, lick on it, or suck it, or do something along those lines..."
"Aye, but that would bring my arse right into your face," Boromir pointed out warily.
"But exactly!" Faramir grinned brightly. "That is the whole point, brother dear. I had always wanted to... mm, get a closer look at it. I would start by caressing you wonderful buttocks, maybe reach underneath you to fondle with your balls a little - you do like that, don't you? And I would reach around you to stroke your cock, for I love the feeling of your hardness in my hand. Then I would raise myself up a bit to bring my mouth to that sweet warmth between your legs. And while my hand works at your prick, I would lick you everywhere, Boromir. Lap at you, and lave you, and tickle you with the tip of my tongue. Maybe even suck on your balls from behind - that would feel nice, don't you think?"
"I suppose it could, perhaps," the older brother replied in playful uncertainty. He brought his hand up to twist Faramir's hair between his fingers. "Well, and then?"
"Then I would go dragging my tongue all the way up that sensitive strip of skin between your cheeks, my dear - yes, all the way to the base of your spine. And then back down - and back up again. You would shiver, and sigh, and grow impatient, and start sucking on my cock quite hard - but I would be very slow."
"You think you're going to be so in control of yourself when I suck you hard, like you say?" Boromir asked with a skeptical grin, moving a stray lock aside to plant a soft kiss on his brother's neck, then nibbled on the smooth skin just a little.
Faramir inhaled deeply and pressed himself yet closer against his lover's body. "Well... I reckon it would be in your best interest not to be too enthusiastic with your service, or else I would come, and then you would have nothing else to do."
"Oh, I would think of something, I am sure," Boromir murmured meaningfully.
"I don't know how well you would be able to think by then. Because, I believe, it would be time for the next thing I have in mind..."
"Which is, of course, licking at your hole, brother beloved."
Boromir narrowed his eyes admiringly. "Faramir, you are wicked."
"Mmm, and you like that, don't you...? And you would like it even more when my tongue starts caressing you on that tender place, very lightly and carefully, drawing little circles around and going right across. I suppose that at first your muscles would involuntarily contract at my touch - but soon you would be enjoying it so much, and yearning for more so much, that you would relax, and then," Faramir smiled dreamily, "and then I would be able to ease my tongue into that sugar arse of yours."
Boromir crooked his brow doubtfully. "You would do that?"
"To you - yes. I have tasted your cock, and I would like to taste you from the other side as well. Besides, your arse felt so divine around my fingers, I reckon it would be even more so around my tongue."
Boromir sucked his teeth. "Damn it, Faramir, you should have tried seducing me years ago - I swear, it would have worked."
"Hmm, well... We shall just have to make up for it now, won't we?"
"Oh, absolutely. So then, what would you do?" Boromi murmured huskily, bringing his face so close to Faramir's that when the younger man spoke, his lips brushed against Boromir's.
"Then I would lick into you, as far as my tongue would go. You would be tight, of course, and my tongue would be soft, so I would have to push really hard," he smiled at Boromir's rather sharp intake of breath. "Then I would withdraw to just lick around your hole, very gently and playfully," he showed how by swiping his tongue along the outline of Boromir's mouth, lightly and teasingly. "And then I would thrust all the way into you again. Oh, you would love it, Boromir, I can tell... I would make you so wet, you would hardly need any oil at all."
"And then...?" Boromir whispered breathlessly into the warmth of Faramir's mouth.
"And then, I would pull out of you to drag my tongue along the cleft of your bum, my dear - but to your arse I would take my hand. You would be really hungry for my touch by then, and you would accept my finger easily. Slowly, I would insert it all the way into you," Faramir paused to lick Boromir's lower lip, "and then I would push back and forth, twisting to press on that sweet place inside your body..."
He paused, making Boromir shift against him impatiently.
"Yes, and...? Go on..."
"Oh, I was just imagining what you would be doing to my cock with your mouth in the meantime."
"My mouth would probably be too busy moaning."
"Perhaps... But then, you always have your hands, right?"
"Oh, absolutely," Boromir moved one of said hands to rest on Faramir's hip casually.
"Good, because, possibly, you would need both of them. You see, after I've worked two fingers into you, I would maybe like to add a third. Nay, don't fret, I would lave at it generously, and anyway, it would not be the ring finger of the hand that's already in you, because that would make it too wide for your comfort. Nay, it would be the index one of my other hand - I would ease it in on top of the other two, so I could give you more thickness without making it too broad."
"Oh, that sounds very good - but for that you would have to take your hand away from my cock."
"Unfortunately, yes. But I am sure you would think what to do about that. Oh, and I would lean back on the pillow, watching my fingers disappear into your tightness: disappear again and again. And it would feel so mighty good for you, you would hump back at me with your hips."
"Oh yes, take my word for it. Maybe, who knows, I wouldn't even have to move my hands at all, maybe you would do all the work and just fuck yourself on my fingers. Ah, pity I wouldn't be able to see your face..."
"Nor I yours... But come, tell me how it's going to end."
"How? But don't you know? To the shared enjoyment of both parties, of course."
"Oh, I am aware of that. I mean, how exactly? You seem to have thought it through to the smallest detail..."
"Up to that point, yes. But after... I don't know, my love. Maybe you would like us to keep going like that, so eventually I would pour my pleasure into the sweetness of your mouth, and you would come onto my belly. Or maybe you would find yourself yearning for yet more girth, and then..."
"What, you would put another finger into me?" Boromir asked teasingly, surprising himself by speaking so lightly of four fingers up his arse.
Faramir grinned. "I think you know perfectly well what I would do then. But first, let us get there, and then we shall see."
"Indeed," Boromir agreed leniently, and sealed Faramir's mouth with a long profound kiss. "Mmm... I love it when you talk like that," he murmured after a while, and trailed his mouth lazily along Faramir's jaw. "You know, from now on, I want you to talk to me only of sex - and nothing else."
"Nothing else at all?" Faramir raised an eyebrow.
"What's that look supposed to imply?"
"I was merely thinking... I suppose you have changed your opinion about Lord Aragorn, huh?"
"Concerning?" Boromir was a little more alert now.
"Concerning your doubts."
"Well," Boromir grinned uncertainly, "in a way, I am even more suspicious of him now. You see, I... it may seem very silly to you, but I am under the impression that... he has a soft spot for you."
Faramir let out a soft snort. "Oh, I believe he does."
Frowning sternly, Boromir propped himself up on his elbow. "What, has something happened between the two of you? And this time I do want to know."
"No, nothing has happened, not really."
"How do you mean `not really'?"
Faramir's grinned in amusement. "Valar, Boromir, we have been lovers for - what, about three hours? - and you are jealous already."
"Are you positive there is absolutely nothing for me to be jealous about?"
"Well, there's merely been a... um, a mutual acknowledgement of... a certain kind of interest."
"Come, Boromir," Faramir laughed fondly, "don't you find him attractive?"
Faramir raised his eyebrows skeptically.
Boromir felt his cheeks flush with colour. "Faramir! What on Middle-earth got you thinking I would...?!"
Faramir rolled his eyes. "Brother, you may succeed when it comes to feigning indifference - but outraged indignation... sorry, that's not something you are good at."
"Oh, well," Boromir chuckled awkwardly, then, encouraged by his brother's look, went on: "admittedly, he's... he's all right."
"Care to be a little more specific?"
"No. I don't see why we are even talking about this."
"Because," Faramir replied patiently, "I have told you that I like him, and you find that unsettling. So either you can lose your sleep worrying something would eventually come to pass between him and myself, which, well, who knows... Given there are going to be more military campaigns, and I would be going along with him as the general he has made me... Besides, I'm not exactly accustomed to monogamy just yet, so -"
Boromir's whole body went so tense as though Faramir had unexpectedly smacked him, and the Steward stared at him in such utter shock, that the younger man's playful smile evaporated, and he sighed heavily. "Ah, you really can't tell when I'm being serious and when I'm only joking, can you? Look, all I'm trying to say is that this is not something we can pretend just doesn't exist, and it would actually be better for both of us, if we address the matter together."
"This is not a matter I want to address at all," Boromir grumbled stubbornly.
"But you did say you liked him."
"I have said no such thing, I only acknowledged that he was all right," Boromir argued back, although a little less obstinately this time.
Faramir sighed. "Is that truly, absolutely truly all you can say in the man's favour?"
Boromir averted his eyes and exhaled wearily. "You know well enough I'm just being a little spiteful, Faramir. Don't take me wrong, I don't want to be possessive or anything, but how can I possibly share you?"
Faramir chuckled gently. "No one's talking of sharing, my love. It's not like he would fuck me, and you would just stand there and watch. If there are things you are not comfortable with - well, then we just won't do them. There is more than one way to pleasure a man, as I suppose you know by now. I am sure we can think of something that would suit everyone."
"Everyone? Mind you, if anything were to happen, ever - which I doubt, Aragorn wouldn't be getting any say in it: he would just have to be bloody grateful for getting anything at all."
Faramir laughed delightedly. "Oh, I can already see what turn the things would take... But for now, pray go ahead and tell me what you like about him. Get used to it, brother, I like talking of these things."
"Aye, so I've noticed. Well, Aragorn..." Boromir paused thoughtfully, "He is special in a way. He has sort of a... like an aura around himself, that makes you aware of him... you know, physically. And his gaze, too... it can be quite unsettling sometimes, making you feel like you've got nothing on."
Faramir nodded in obvious pleasure, prodding him on. "You are very accurate in your descriptions, pray go on."
Boromir grinned, beginning to actually enjoy this talk. "His hands, did you notice his hands, Faramir? They are not as smooth and lovely-looking as yours, but... When he tended to my wounds, his touch... you know, I liked it a lot, very... clever, kind and attentive, but there was confidence, too - and strength. I mean, if that hand were to grab you around the cock, it wouldn't be too gentle, right? Well, that is, of course, theoretically... It's not like I actually -"
"You are growing hard."
"Oh... so I am," Boromir wondered how he had overlooked that. "But that's only because of you lying here next to me, and of all those dirty things you said to me previously..." he objected feebly, not particularly convincing even himself.
Faramir rolled his eyes and, wrapping his arm over Boromir's waist, pulled him closer. "Of course, brother, whatever... We are only toying with the idea, after all... Only don't forget... You and I are so happy, we have each other," at this he went to demonstrate just how happy he was by pushing his hips against Boromir's, thus making their growing arousals meet, and inhaled deeply when Boromir immediately pushed back at him. "And we have Lord Aragorn to thank for it, don't you agree? But Lord Aragorn himself..." Faramir went on in a murmur, his voice growing sultry as he pressed himself even tighter against Boromir's body, "he seems to me somewhat forlorn, even a little lonely perhaps - especially as of late... And his coronation is in less than a fortnight - don't you think it would be rather a shame to have him retire to a cold bed after all the celebrations of that day?" This last part he whispered against Boromir's throat, and when Boromir laughed, Faramir felt it with his lips.
"Good Valar, Faramir - are you feeling sorry for him? The man has everything..."
"He doesn't have you," Faramir pointed out, trailing his mouth along the edge of Boromir's ear, then biting him ever so gently on the lobe.
Although the sensation made Boromir's breath catch and his loins fill with blood to an almost uncomfortable degree, he managed to chuckle dismissively. "But seriously, what makes you think he would want me? I've never noticed any..."
"Well, in my case, I hadn't noticed any interest either, until actually... well, never mind. I'm only saying he would know how to keep these things to himself, don't you think? Of course he would want you - unless he is utterly insane, which he does not exactly seem to be."
"You are biased..."
"Not that biased. But, oh, let us first attend to this more urgent matter, and leave the King in peace until later - unless, of course, you think we should drop the idea altogether, lest His Majesty be offended by the idea of lying with two men at once, especially brothers..."
"Nay, I don't think he would be offended, not at all."
"That's good, Boromir, very good..."
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Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Title: Oxygen. Chapter 6
Author: December [email]
Details: Standalone | NC-17 | *slash* | 41k | 06/29/10
Characters: Faramir, Boromir, Aragorn
Pairings: Faramir/Boromir, Faramir/Aragorn
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