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Sufficient Jewel (NC-17)

Written by Khylea

15 April 2007 | 2926 words

Beta: Manon the Magnificent
Email: sl_chester@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Boromir/Faramir
Warnings: Graphic sex, incest
Timeline: Third age, year 3003. Boromir is 25, Faramir 20. Approximately 15 years before the Fellowship of the Ring.

Request: Pairing: Elladan/Elrohir OR Boromir/Faramir…....Rating: R-NC17…....Request (please try to include the elements listed here): I’d like to read a story with a thunderstorm, and have it occur anywhere but in Imladris (if Elladan/Elrohir) or Minas Tirith (if Boromir/Faramir).

Summary: Disappointed that his experiences with lovemaking are less than pleasurable, Faramir asks for his brother’s help.

Author’s Notes: Title comes from the speculation on Encyclopedia of Arda about the meaning of Boromir and Faramir’s names. Though this is only speculation, I choose to think of it as fact, that Denethor knew exactly what he was doing as he named his children, that Faramir was unwanted and was named, and treated, accordingly: The -mir ending of Faramir’s name is almost certainly ‘jewel’ or ‘precious thing’, but Fara- is much more difficult to translate. The Elvish root far- means ‘sufficient’ or ‘adequate’, so it may be that the brothers Boromir and Faramir have names related to their father’s attitude toward them. As Denethor’s favorite son, Boromir was perhaps the ‘faithful jewel’, while the less favored Faramir was merely the ‘sufficient jewel’. These speculations, of course, belong to the realm of guesswork, since Tolkien makes no definitive statement about the names’ origins.

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Worthless….

No son of mine….

Your mother would be ashamed….

Coward….

The words echoed through Faramir’s mind as he ran from the stables, angrily brushing away the tears of hurt and frustration. He swerved, narrowly missing a groom leading a young stallion, causing the horse to rear. The groom’s angry words at nearly losing control of his charge only served to make the tears come even faster. He didn’t know where he was going, and at the moment, really didn’t care. His only thought was to escape the hurtful words, the glare from his father, the embarrassment and shame.

The horse had been spirited; a skillful rider could have controlled her, but though he had been instructed on horsemanship since he was only a small boy, much preferred the company of books and scrolls, scribes and scholars and diplomats. He was a passable rider, but much to his father’s disgust, had not shown the skill with sword and lance that his brother had.

He ran down the hill away from the stables, unmindful of his brother’s voice calling him. He just had to get away. Why had father forced them to come to Rohan anyway? Boromir had jumped at the chance to learn horsemanship from the finest riders in Middle Earth, but Faramir had known it would only be another chance to be belittled and humiliated for not living up to what his father expected of him.

He briefly glanced up at the sky as he ran, seeing the gathering clouds. The weather changed quickly on the plains of Rohan, making it dangerous for anyone who wasn’t familiar with the location of the various guard outposts and shelters that had been constructed for just such a reason.

Finally, when he felt as if his lungs might burst if he ran another step, he stopped, sinking down on the ground and pulling his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them. Why couldn’t he be more like Boromir? Everything in warfare came easy to him, horsemanship, weapons training, tactics. He never had to struggle.

For a long time, Faramir sat there before climbing to his feet and starting to trudge back to the city. He jumped when a bolt of lightning suddenly split the sky, followed a moment later by a loud clap of thunder rolling across the plains. Soon the rain began pelting down hard, soaking the young man to the skin. He ran a few steps back toward the city before stopping. On these plains, he was the tallest object around, which was a magnet for lightning if the storm moved closer. He abandoned his plans to return to the city and decided to seek out shelter out here instead.

The rain nearly blinded him, but he thought he was able to make out a small shack in the distance. Wiping the rain from his eyes he looked again. Yes, it was a small guard shack. He headed that way, praying the door would be unlocked.

And it was. King Théoden had many of these buildings constructed for his warriors or travelers who were caught in the open by the rapidly changing weather in Rohan, and had given orders for the doors to always remain unlocked, the buildings stocked with food and wood for the fire. Gratefully, Faramir shook off the rain and gathered some wood for a fire, but his shaking hands could not hold the flint and steel steady enough to strike a solid spark. He tried again, his entire body now consumed with hard shivers.

He jumped when he suddenly heard a soft knock on the door, and stared warily as the door slowly opened. “Faramir? Are you in here, brother?” Faramir wrapped his arms around himself and stared as the door closed, admitting his brother, who stared at him in disapproval. “Are you trying to get yourself killed, little brother?”

Though Boromir had not intended the words to sound as harsh as they did, combined with his father’s cruel words in the stables, Faramir again could not hold back the tears. He dropped his head and softly sobbed, leaving his brother to stare in dismay for a moment before moving closer.

“Shhhh, I did not mean it that way, little one,” he soothed, wrapping his arms around the sobbing young man. “I was worried when you ran off like that, and then when the storm hit….” Faramir clutched at him tightly, sobbing into his shoulder. “I know, I know….” Boromir murmured as he held his sobbing brother.

“Why does father hate me so?” he finally managed to choke out. “Why does he always talk to me in such a way?”

Boromir’s hands made a slow track up and down his brother’s back. “You know his reasons, little one. And you know they are not just.”

“It wasn’t my fault! How can it be the fault of the baby when the mother dies in childbirth? Does he think I wanted her dead? That I didn’t want a mother?”

“I know it was not your fault, little brother. And deep down in his heart, father does too. Why he continues to punish you for something that happened twenty years ago, I do not understand. And I suspect he does not either. He was angry at losing mother, and rather than just accepting that sometimes these things happen, he felt he had to transfer that anger onto someone. You were the unfortunate recipient of that anger. Perhaps he resents that you lived and mother died, I do not know. But there is one thing I DO know.” He gently tipped Faramir’s head up. “I care about you, and that will never change. I miss mother terribly but I know it was not your fault that she was taken from us and I will never punish you for that.”

Faramir nodded as another hard shiver took him. “I know, brother.”

Boromir nodded with a bit of a smile as he gently released his brother. He struck the flint against the steel of his dagger and soon had a warm fire going. “You are cold….you need to get these wet clothes off.” He helped Faramir to pull off his soaked clothes and wrapped a blanket around him.

But even with the warmth of the blanket and the roaring fire the young man still continued to shiver, and after a moment, Boromir shed his own clothes and joined his brother under the blanket, holding it tightly around them both.

The storm raged outside while they huddled under the blanket, drawing warmth and comfort from each other. Finally Boromir spoke. “Faramir? Can I ask you something?”

Faramir was feeling comfortable and drowsy, his shivering having finally stopped. “Mmmm. Always.”

“I never see you with anyone. And there are many attractive young maidens around the city. Have you not found one that your heart speaks to?” Faramir blushed and hid his face in a fold of the blanket. “What is it?”

“Can you keep a secret?”

“Of course. What is it?”

“I am….not attracted to females,” he said softly.

“Oh….” Boromir hesitated for a long moment before continuing. “That is not uncommon, brother. And you are not wrong for feeling that way.”

“Father would say it was wrong. That I need heirs to carry on his line.”

“His line will carry on, little brother. Someday I will marry and have children; there is no need for you to if you are more attracted to your own gender.” Faramir said nothing to that. “Faramir, whether you see it or not, same gender relationships are more common than you might think.”

Faramir nodded at that. “Mithrandir said they are as common among elves as different gender relationships. And that many elves love both genders.”

“Yes, so I have heard.” He paused for a long time. “Have you been with another male?”

Faramir’s ears darkened to a deep red, but he did not refuse to answer. This was Boromir after all, who had seen him through some of the most difficult times in his life. “Yes. several times, a few months ago.”

Boromir tactfully did not ask with whom. “And what did you think of it?”

“It was….uncomfortable. Almost painful. It was his first time as well, and neither of us knew what to do,” he whispered. “We had only the overheard gossip to go on.”

“Which is neither detailed nor necessarily reliable,” Boromir said softly.

Faramir nodded. “And yet….it felt….right….though there was little pleasure from the act itself, afterwards, as we lay together, I felt….as if this is what I was meant to have. Perhaps not from him, but from a male.”

“You had been with a female then?”

“Yes, a few times. But it never felt right afterward. Holding a female body just….” He sighed. “I don’t know how to explain it.”

Boromir smiled and tipped his brother’s face up to look into his eyes. “You don’t have to, I understand. It is not always easy to explain how the heart works. But it is wise to listen to what it is trying to tell you. The heart often knows what the mind refuses to believe.”

“But….lovemaking is supposed to be pleasurable. How can I be with someone who I hurt, who hurts me, every time we make love?”

“It only hurts until you learn how to make it pleasurable, Faramir. It is not like with a female. Females are meant to take us inside; their bodies are designed for that. Males are not. But that does not mean it cannot be done, just that it requires more preparation.”

“Then you have….been with a male?”

“I have. A few years ago I thought I might be attracted more to males than to females. But my experiences were the exact opposite of yours. I found I loved holding a soft female body after lovemaking, but not the muscular body of a male.”

Faramir nodded. “Can you tell me what I can do? How I can make it more pleasurable and less painful? We would like to share that again, but agreed not to until we can determine how not to hurt each other again.”

“Then you are still with him?”

“Yes. We have grown very close, we sometimes lay together, but we want more. But do not want to hurt each other. We did not know who to turn to.”

Boromir smiled and reached up, caressing the side of his brother’s face. “You can always turn to me, little brother. For anything.” Faramir nodded. “I can tell you what you could do with him, but it is much easier to show. Will you let me?” He nodded again, shivering slightly when Boromir took his hand and led him toward the narrow bed. He laid down, anxiously waiting while Boromir went back to his tunic, finding a small vial of honing oil and returning with it, laying down on the bed and setting the vial on the table next to it.

“Now….” Boromir again reached to caress his brother’s face. “The first decision you must make is who is to give, and who is to receive. You know how easily a male becomes aroused.” Faramir nodded. “That is adequate arousal for the giver. All they need is to be hard. But that is not enough for the receiver. He must be relaxed and comfortable. Tension will make receiving painful.”

“And what is the best way to relax the receiver?” Faramir whispered.

Rather than speaking, Boromir leaned closer and softly kissed his brother’s mouth. Faramir’s eyes opened wide as he felt a hand slip between them, to gently brush against his nipples. “What are you doing?” he whispered.

“Does it not feel good, brother?”

“I….it does, but….you are….”

“Your brother? And brothers do not do such things?” Faramir nodded. “I taught you how to ride, how to shoot an arrow. This is no different.” He moved his mouth up the side of Faramir’s face, to suck and gently bite on his earlobe, causing his brother to shudder. “Let me do this. I would not see you hurt again. Let me teach you.”

Faramir hesitated for a long time before nodding. “If father ever found out, he would….”

“Father will not find out. Now hush….” His hand moved lower, slipping between Faramir’s legs to gently grasp his shaft. He stroked it slowly, smiling when Faramir groaned and arched up into his touches. “There you go….just relax, let yourself feel. Pretend I am your lover. This is him, the one who loves you so….he is touching you, he is bringing you pleasure.”

His hand continued stroking as he slowly trailed his mouth down Faramir’s neck, to his chest, kissing and nibbling on the soft skin as he went. He grinned when Faramir gasped and arched up into his mouth when he gently bit his nipple. “Good….feels good….” Faramir mumbled, pressing up more firmly into the touches.

Lower and lower Boromir traveled until finally Faramir’s hard shaft was against his cheek. He trailed his tongue around the tip before finally taking it deep inside. Faramir cried out and gasped, wadding the sheets in his fists. When he was sure his brother was well distracted, Boromir reached for the vial of oil and coated his hand with it, slipping a finger inside. Faramir was too consumed with pleasure to notice.

After a while, he was able to add a second finger, then a third, spreading the oil deep inside. Faramir was tossing his head back and forth, gasping at the pleasure. He was ready. Pouring more oil onto his straining erection, Boromir exchanged his mouth for his oil slickened hand, and while he continued stroking, slowly pushed inside.

Suddenly aware something was different, Faramir looked down, his eyes widening when he saw his brother’s shaft deep inside his body. “That is how you relax the receiver, little brother.” Faramir nodded, frowning when Boromir withdrew from his body.

“Why did you….”

“Do you want me to? I do not have to if you do not want it. I showed you what you need to know to bring pleasure to your lover.”

“I do. Please. Let me….let me give you pleasure.”

“As you wish,” he said softly, rubbing more oil into his aching shaft and gently pressing inside again. He began slowly stroking, allowing Faramir time to adjust before going deeper, but soon Faramir was wrapping his legs around his brother’s waist, begging for more. With a groan of satisfaction, Boromir fully sheathed himself, angling his thrusts to brush Faramir’s pleasure gland, smiling when his brother gasped at the sensation.

Faramir was the first to find his release, arching his back and shuddering as he came, drawing his brother’s release from him. Boromir groaned, spilling himself deep inside the shuddering body underneath him. When he could stand to move no longer, he carefully withdrew and dropped to the bed, pulling Faramir into his arms when the younger man moved closer, seeking comfort.

For a long time, they lay together, listening to the rain and the thunder, which was progressively moving further away. Finally Boromir spoke in a soft voice, not wanting to disturb the mood. “You know Faramir, your name is wrong.”

Faramir was dozing in the warmth of his brother’s body and could not manage more than a soft, “Mmmm?”

“Your name. You are far more than ‘sufficient’. Some day father will see that. Will see what a treasure of a son he has in you.”

Faramir opened his eyes, blinking back the tears at his brother’s sweet words. “Perhaps….but there is something I do know.”

“Oh, and what is that?”

“That your name is very right.”

Boromir nodded, tightening his hold on his beloved brother. “Thank you, little brother.”

Faramir nodded back, closing his eyes and relaxing in his brother’s warm embrace. His body tingled as he thought about returning to Gondor and sharing his new knowledge with the one he loved. Suddenly his father’s disapproval did not hurt so much. He could make love with the one he wanted to spend his life with, and had shared a very special experience with his beloved brother. It was something he would cherish forever.

END

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