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Tales of the Late Third Age (R)

Written by Susana

03 September 2011 | 7677 words

Title: A Bit of Fun
Author: Susana
Series: Desperate Hours
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Warning: AU; spanking
Disclaimer: All recognizable elements are Tolkien’s
Summary: A teenaged Faramir and his friend decide to have a bit of fun, near the end of their time as academy trainees.
Beta: None, all mistakes are mine.

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“‘Twas just a bit of fun,” Boromir repeated incredulously as he pulled on his friend Gendarion’s spare leggings, torn between embarrassment, anger, and…well, laughter.

“‘Twas just a bit of fun indeed. What were they thinking?!?” The twenty year old Lord Steward’s heir demanded of his friend and fellow officer, “Just because their training exercise is over, doesn’t mean they can get away with something like this!”

Gendarion bit his lip to keep from laughing. “Well, the sight of you coming downstairs in your…ah, friend’s chemise, after they removed your clothes from her room…it was rather funny. And it was just us still here at that point, waiting for you, so no one else saw. But no, you really can’t let them get away with it.”

Gendarion had been surprised that sixteen year old Dervorin and fifteen year old Faramir had elected to stay up in the common room of the inn, waiting with Boromir’s friends for Boromir’s return from the bedroom of a pretty barmaid, rather than retiring at a decent hour to sleep as Faramir, at least, usually would. But even Boromir’s friends had had to agree that the sight of their very young Captain, naked but for a lacy garment slung across his muscular waist, had been well worth waiting for.

“I’m going to kill my…clever little fox of a brother, especially if he’s still laughing like a hyena when we get downstairs.” Boromir promised darkly, putting on Gendarion’s spare tunic.

“I’ll deal with my cousin Dev,” Gendarion offered, “It was probably his idea, anyway.”

Boromir growled, agreeing, “My brother is never so much of a pain as when he is with your little cousin. But…” Boromir sighed, and wrestled his temper under control, “It was funny, and…I am glad that they are friends, Gendan, even with the trouble Dev lures Fara into, as I know Dev will always have his back.” Boromir straightened his borrowed clothing and checked his appearance in the old, dingy mirror of the small room. “But I am going to have to see that they both learn a lesson…this just isn’t an acceptable way for trainees to treat officers.”

Gendarion nodded, and the two assumed very somber, grim expressions and walked down the stairs. Their friends and fellow officers Tavisond and Galdoron suppressed careful grins as Faramir and Dervorin paled.

“It was my idea,” Faramir and Dervorin said at the same time.

Boromir couldn’t completely hide a smile, though he kept himself from laughing. “I’m sure it was.” He told both of them, “And I’m sure you both know,” Boromir lectured, his smile disappearing, “that it was disgraceful behavior from two young men who expect to soon become soldiers of Gondor.”

Faramir blushed, and Boromir knew that his baby brother was ashamed of himself, because he knew Faramir. Dervorin didn’t blush, and didn’t seem particularly sorry, but Boromir knew that he had trouble reading Dev…pretty much everyone did, except Faramir.

“It…it was just a bit of fun, Brom.” Faramir said quietly, “I’m sorry, I know we shouldn’t have. Um, here’s your clothes, and boots, and purse, back.”

“No, you must certainly shouldn’t have.” Boromir lectured the two of them sternly, walking towards Faramir as Tavisond collected his belongings from Boromir’s uncharacteristically naughty younger brother.

As Boromir’s pinching, borrowed boots made a “thwik” sound on the sticky tavern floor, a clever idea occurred to him. Boromir smiled, a smile that Faramir knew to be wary of, and patted his younger brother on the shoulder. “However, I am not so full of myself that I cannot take ‘a bit of fun’ in good part, Faramir. The punishment for this level of disrespect to a senior officer from a trainee would normally be a birching in full view of your classmates, and promising lads have been dismissed for less.”

Faramir swallowed, and nodded. Dervorin looked abashed as well, but Boromir thought it likely Dev was just pretending to feel ashamed and penitent because he thought that he should. Besides, Boromir would never dismiss a trainee for a prank that had only been embarrassing and not dangerous, not unless forced to it by political necessity. And no one even knew of this one, save Boromir and his closest friends.

Boromir squeezed his brother’s shoulder reassuringly, “However, since as of yesterday our training mission was officially over…I am going to deal with this as Faramir’s elder brother, rather than Faramir’s senior officer.” He ruffled Faramir’s hair, “Come, little idiot.” Boromir commanded to his brother, then, “You too, menace.” He amended, including Dervorin.

Faramir and Dervorin reluctantly followed Boromir to his room. Gendarion followed behind them, smacking his younger cousin Dervorin’s head lightly, “Foolish imp.”

Dervorin yelped, though it had not been a hard blow. “Oww. No hitting.”

Gendarion rolled his eyes, and Boromir chuckled, waiting for the door to close, before sobering and beginning to lecture again. “After training was officially over or not, this was not acceptable, Fara, Dev.”

Faramir swallowed nervously, wishing he’d never let Lothiriel and Amrothos convince him that humiliating his older brother and calling attention to Boromir’s scandalous habits would be a good idea. “We…we know, Boromir. We’re sorry. Ah…”

“I’m not going to tell Adar,” Boromir reassured his brother, “Or even the academy commandant.”

Dev made a quiet noise, and Boromir and Gendarion exchanged a look. Boromir nodded, and then added, “And Lord Tyorvond your uncle need not be informed, either, Dervorin.”

Dervorin didn’t relax visibly, but Faramir did. Boromir gave the two miscreants a half-sympathetic grin, despite their outrageous offense against him, “Now. For the first part of your punishment – leggings down, both of you, and over the table.”

Faramir and Dervorin exchanged a quick look but didn’t hesitate to obey.

Boromir patted his brother’s white bottom affectionately,half-regretful for the paddling he was about to deliver, and half-feeling that it was well-earned, this time, “‘Twill be an unpleasant ride for you tomorrow, Fara.” Boromir warned, “Remember this, the next time that you are minded to express your disapproval of my womanizing in such an inappropriate fashion.”

With that, Boromir brought a thin wooden paddle down firmly on his brother’s bottom, aware of Gendarion delivering a like lesson with a large wooden spoon to Dervorin just a few feet away. Dervorin yelped and danced, and Gendarion had to reprimand him to keep still.

Faramir held as still as he could, an indrawn breath at Boromir’s first statement his only reaction beyond wincing, and clenching and unclenching his leg muscles as Boromir snapped the paddle down on his backside a handful of times.

Boromir paused after Faramir’s bottom had reached a rosy pink shade, and held up a hand for Gendarion to stop, as well.

“Ah?” Faramir gasped in surprise to have the paddling cut short.

Boromir grinned, taking a seat on the bed and pulling his baby brother over his lap. Faramir groaned, “Brom, I’m not…I’m not a child.”

Smacking his brother’s already heated bottom soundly with his calloused hand, Boromir advised, “Then don’t act like one.”

Faramir blushed, and tried to keep himself still and quiet. Soon enough, despite his best efforts, Faramir was yelping and squirming, embarrassed to be wriggling from the pain of a child’s punishment.

Boromir kept a careful watch on Faramir’s reactions. When his younger brother began showing his discomfort, he ruffled Faramir’s hair comfortingly with one hand, though he didn’t stop smacking Faramir’s reddening bottom. “I know it hurts, kit. ‘Tis allright to call out, it doesn’t make you weak. And I don’t mean to let you off lightly this time. I was amused by your funny little joke, baby brother, but stealing your brother’s- and senior officer’s- clothing to ‘have a bit of fun,’ or to teach him a lesson, whatever you were about, is just not acceptable.”

“Oww! Sorry!” Faramir yelped, tears in his eyes. Taking pity on his brother, Boromir ended the spanking with a last firm swat to each of Faramir’s sit spots, and pulled Faramir carefully into his lap.

“Little idiot.” Boromir said with affection still leavened with outrage. “Whatever were you thinking?” Lifting Faramir’s chin gently with one hand and keeping his other arm wrapped around his brother’s thin but muscular shoulders, Boromir’s grey-green met Faramir’s grey eyes, and waited.

Faramir, feeling much less mature than he had when he and his younger cousins and Dervorin had hatched this clever plan, sniffled and explained, “Well, it seems…disrespectful, I guess. The way you sleep around with so many different women…someone is bound to get mad about it someday, too.”

Boromir shook his head and tugged on a lock of Faramir’s hair, “You’re my baby brother, Fara, and my headache of a trainee for the previous week, not my father. What I do with attractive and willing women in my free time is my affair, and no concern of yours.”

Despite his burning bottom, Faramir protested, unhappy and worried, “But I don’t understand…and it doesn’t seem honorable!”

Boromir didn’t take offense; ‘twas an honest question, honestly asked. “I’m not always perfect, Fara.” He told his younger brother gently, “But I I have no marriage pre-contract with anyone, and I don’t force anyone into my bed, nor do I sleep with married women. Father’s ignoring it, Uncle Imrahil says he thinks I’m acting like an idiot but concedes that I am an adult, and that I could be an even bigger idiot.”

Faramir sniffled again, looking up uncertainly, “Uncle Imrahil didn’t say that.”

Boromir had to chuckle, “Well, he used bigger words. But that was about the gist of it. Still, it’s not honorable to steal one’s big brother’s clothing, and embarrass and upset the kind…friend, whose chemise he had to borrow, either, is it?”

Faramir blushed, “No, I….guess I wasn’t thinking of that. Well, I was thinking that you deserved it,” Faramir amended cheekily, “But you’re right, I owe your friend an apology.”

Boromir huffed a laugh, “Cheeky brat. From now on keep your commentary on my social life verbal and private, and I’ll not object overmuch if it’s impolite or none of your business. Deal?”

Faramir nodded, “Deal.” Faramir leaned against his brother for a moment more, before getting up with a hand from Boromir and righting his clothing. “What’s the rest of our punishment?” Faramir asked, resigned but not truly worried or upset. Boromir might have a sometimes lamentable sense of humor, but Faramir had confidence he would never be harmed by his brother.

Boromir put one hand on Faramir’s shoulder, and one on the shoulder of the red-eyed Dervorin, “Your punishment and your idiot friend’s for your affront against me and my friend shall be scrubbing the tavern floor first thing tomorrow morning, so that my friend doesn’t have to. It’s normally her duty, but two fine lads who have time and energy to plan such a funny prank undoubtedly have the energy to scrub a floor before we leave tomorrow morning.”

“I hate scrubbing floors.” Dervorin objected perfunctorily. Boromir shook his head at the teenager and Gendarion smacked his undoubtedly sore bottom. Dev jumped and yelped indignantly, then apologized.

Boromir shook his head as his good friend led Dervorin away. “When any sensible man would stay silent, why is it that Dev feels the need to speak?”

Faramir shrugged, looking to his brother with a rueful half-grin, “I don’t know. Sometimes he does it to distract attention from me. Maybe he’s just an idiot tonight. I should go and see..”

“Nay.” Boromir didn’t let Faramir finish saying whatever he’d been planning to do, “You can sleep here. Tomorrow’s soon enough to deal with arrangements for leaving – and I don’t mind staying until mid-morning so that you and Dev can take a bath after scrubbing that floor.”

Faramir nodded gratefully, and decided not to complain that Boromir’s new friend wasn’t the most meticulous of floor scrubbers.

“I can’t believe that you’re still playing juvenile pranks, and yet Adar is planning to send you to Ithilien next year.” Boromir complained to the darkness as they lay in bed.

Faramir stiffened in excitement from his spot beside his brother. Pulling himself onto his elbows (as sleeping on his back just wasn’t in the picture tonight), Faramir tried to control his happy anticipation as he asked, “Father has said yes, then?”

“He hasn’t, yet. But he’s going to. He’s proud of you, of course he is. And I’m proud of you, too. But…it’s so far away, Fara. We’ll see a lot less of you.” Boromir complained, one hand reaching out in the night to squeeze his brother’s shoulder.

Faramir realized that part of the reason Boromir had wanted him close, this night, despite being the victim of their rather clever prank, was because his brother was going to miss him, a lot. The distance and the seeing less of one another would be a good thing, so far as Lord Denethor was concerned. But Faramir would miss his brother, too. “I’ll miss you, but it’s what I want. And I think I’ll be good at it.”

Boromir sighed, “I think you’ll be good at it, too. Now get some sleep – you have a busy morning ahead of you.”

Faramir murmured something quiet but uncomplimentary about his brother’s sanitary habits, and Boromir lazily smacked his brother’s blanket-clad bottom.

“Ouch!” Faramir objected, surprised.

“Go to sleep, and if any of this…‘bit of fun’ was an attempt to push me away so that I won’t miss you after you go to join the rangers…” Boromir rolled on his side to look his brother in the eyes, “then it was stupid, and it would never work, and if you ever do anything similar again, I’m going to tell Uncle Imrahil that your secret desire is to be a sailor.”

Faramir’s jaw dropped, “Then I’d have to go through the academy at Dol Amroth, and I wouldn’t be done with school for…oh.”

“Another four years, or maybe three considering that it’s you.” Boromir said with smug satisfaction, “time for you to grow up a little more. Might be for the best, really.” If Denethor would let his younger brother-by-law poach his second son for the navy, which was not a sure bet. “The only thing that stops me, Fara, is that I know you prefer Ithilien to the sea. So don’t do anything like try to push me away, ok?”

Faramir nodded solemnly, reaching out a hand to clasp his brother’s. “It wasn’t that, at least I don’t think it was. It really only was meant to be a bit of fun.”

Rolling his eyes, Boromir jested, “We’ve really got to talk about your idea of ‘a bit of fun,’ kit. But some other day. For now, go to sleep.”

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