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Those Who Teach (NC-17)

Written by LadyLovelace

19 January 2011 | 1843 words

Title: Those Who Teach
Author: LadyLovelace
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Faramir

There are some things that Faramir can teach to his older brother, after all. A lazy summer afternoon is the perfect opportunity.

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Faramir had heard, on many nights, the sound of his brother enjoying the company of another man. He had learned, through careful listening at his door, that his brother was a passionate and generous lover. Not overly skilled, perhaps, but kind and respectful.

Faramir had never been so jealous in his life. The realisation that he as not jealous at all of Boromir, but of every man he saw heading in to his chambers was not too shocking. After all, it was only natural to love one’s brother. Perhaps, Faramir allowed, not in the physical sense, but that was a mere detail.

He lay in his own bed, reliving what he’d just come away from listening to in his own mind, replacing the attractive captain he’d seen enter his brother’s chambers tonight with himself. He began by imagining Boromir on top of him, looking at him with lust as well as the same kindness he ever had. This lead, however, to realising that as much as he wanted it, it would be terribly unsophisticated, if done in that manner. In his mind, he reversed their positions, and imagined even as he gripped himself that he was sliding into his brother’s warmth in the final way that he had not been allowed. That was much better.

Letting himself enjoy the fantasy thoroughly for a while, he waited until he’d finished to begin plotting how he might make it true.

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The summer heat was oppressive in Minas Tirith, the white walls of the city reflecting heat and light into the street and making the sunlight blinding. The only way to escape it, Boromir found, was to keep the shutters of his bedroom closed, and retreat there as often as possible. Without fail, this ended in an afternoon nap, naked on top of the bedclothes in an attempt to be cool enough for a few restful hours before what would likely be a long night of restlessness.

He awoke in the cooler late afternoon, not sure at first what had woken him, and then realising that it had been Faramir. Faramir, who, for reasons Boromir couldn’t quite fathom, was sitting on his thighs, knees either side of him. He wore light linens that bore more resemblance to underwear than actual clothing, and probably explained why he had always dealt more easily with the heat.

“Faramir?” The elder brother asked with some confusion, “is there some reason you’re sitting on top of me?”

Faramir hummed thoughtfully, tracing his fingers lightly over the soft skin of Boromir’s inner thigh. “I’ve been imagining being on top of you for some time. I don’t suppose you might be familiar with similar thoughts?”

Boromir swallowed visibly. “Such thoughts should be ignored. They aren’t to be acted upon.” Despite his words, there was an undeniable stirring in lower parts.

“Nonsense. We can do each other no harm in this way, can we?” Faramir trailed his hand up and took hold of Boromir’s hip gently. “Perhaps there is something in this that I can teach you? I cannot boast of my own partners in number or variety, but I have picked up a few things that I know you have not.”

“And how came you to know this?” Boromir watched his brother’s hand intently, the thumb of it now stroking at his hipbone.

“To know that there are things about love-making that you do not know? I have listened to you at it. You are very kind, and passionate, but you lack finesse.” Faramir shifted up his brother’s body until he was sitting on his stomach instead, completely ignoring the arousal he had already affected in the other man. “I can teach you finesse. I can show you the most exquisite pleasure. Allow me to do so?”

Boromir only considered for a moment, before nodding. How could he refuse when his beautiful, gentle brother was offering him such a gift? Faramir smiled warmly, reaching down first to stroke his brother’s cheek, and then leaning in to kiss him sweetly. Boromir couldn’t help but smile into his brother’s mouth, parting his lips eagerly to allow him access. Faramir, however, kept the kiss light and sweet. “You mustn’t touch yourself without my permission, brother. This won’t work otherwise.”

Nodding again, Boromir lifted his arms above himself and took hold of the headboard firmly. “Anything for you.”

Faramir smiled slowly. “Good,” he leaned down for another quick kiss, and then shuffled back so he was sitting directly on top of Boromir’s hips, earning a soft grunt from his brother. He smiled wickedly and rocked against the other’s hardness for a moment, until he drew out a deep groan. He slowed to a stop after that, and Boromir looked up at him, almost betrayed. “You’re stopping?”

“This is hardly the height of artful love-making, is it?” Faramir leaned down to kiss Boromir’s neck, sucking softly on the delicate skin over the pulse there.

“I wouldn’t know, as you’ve said,” Boromir managed.

“You will know, once I’m done with you.” He bit down gently. Boromir bucked under him, and he tutted softly. “Now, now. Patience, my dear,” Faramir kissed down his brother’s throat, “can I take you?” He murmured.

“What?”

“Can I take you? It’s a simple enough question. I’m not worried one way or the other, but I think you might be curious.” Faramir tickled along his brother’s sides, eyes twinkling in the low light.

Boromir was torn. He was curious, more so now that it was being offered by someone he could truly trust. But there was something undignified about allowing one’s younger brother…

“No-one but us is ever going to know. I want to do this for you, but only if you’re comfortable with it. You’ll be surprised by how good it feels, you know.”

“Maybe next time?”

Faramir smiled warmly, “already planning a next time? How forward of you, brother,” He shifted further down, kissing as he went before smiling up at the older man, “what do you want this time, then?”

“I’d like you to undress, if you’re taking requests.”

“Are you sure you want the delay?” Faramir nodded at Boromir’s erection.

“No. No, I’m not sure, but I haven’t seen you unclothed for a number of years. I’ve never seen your adult body.”
Standing carefully, Faramir pulled off the thin linens he wore without ceremony. With confidence, Boromir thought, and it was magnificent to see the younger man like this. Perhaps he would never be what their father had decided he should, but he was kind, and patient, and he would make someone a very good husband someday. Exceptionally good, as he had apparently been quite lucky in certain ways.

The younger man settled himself back onto his brother’s hips. “Is that your only request?” He smiled sweetly.

“I don’t think I’m likely to get anything else I ask for, am I?” Boromir asked resignedly.

“That all depends on what you ask,” Faramir wriggled a little, “if you ask me to be quick about it, I’m afraid I’ll have to decline.” He reached down to run his fingers lightly up Boromir’s cock.

“I think I’ve reconsidered,” Boromir said suddenly, “there’s oil in the-” he stopped as Faramir held an unfamiliar vial in front of him. “Or you could bring your own.”

“You mistake me for someone inexperienced,” he uncorked the little vial even as he was shifting into place, “I promise you, I know what I’m doing.”

“I don’t doubt it for a second,” Boromir spread his legs enthusiastically, “I’m sure you’re very popular.”

“You speak as though I’m likely to simply take what I can get,” Faramir began with two fingers, happy enough that his brother was not a shy virgin and didn’t need coddling, “where the reality is that I am very picky about choosing to share my body.”

“Of course,” Boromir shifted, unwilling to show that he was at all discomfited by the intrusion, “I imagine yo-” he cut off with a gasp as a shock of pleasure ran through him, “Well. That explains a lot.”

Faramir chuckled, his voice lower and deeper than usual. More intimate, Boromir found himself thinking, and wondered to what extent romantic notions were permissible between them. “Enjoying yourself, brother?”

“Very much so,” He shifted to accommodate a third finger, “I suppose I shouldn’t speak of impatience?”

“Actually, I find myself growing impatient as well.” Faramir paused for a moment, then removed the fingers carefully, and before Boromir even had time to breathe, there was another, larger presence pressing against him. He gritted his teeth as Faramir entered him, and was thankful for the pause once that had been accomplished.

The pause stretched out much longer than necessary, Boromir having adjusted as well as he was ever going to, before he thought to look up again. “Are you just going to stay like that?”

“I was going to, yes,” Faramir shifted and made a very accurate thrust which left Boromir gasping, “but if you insist.” He thrust again, and then built up a pace that left Boromir clinging to the headboard tightly and unable to offer a reply. Boromir could feel, after a while, the beginnings of his orgasm building at the base of his spine, and it was at that moment that Faramir slowed again.

“I notice you aren’t complaining.”

Boromir growled. “Will you finish what you started?”

“Possibly. That would all depend on how politely you ask.”

Eyes wide, Boromir opened and closed his mouth several times before nodding. “I would be much obliged to you if you would continue.”

Faramir smiled, and took hold of his brother’s cock firmly, tugging a few times and then simply stopping, just holding gently but without much give, feeling the weight almost appraisingly, reaching down to brush his fingertips over the velvet-soft skin of Boromir’s balls.

“Please, brother,” Boromir shifted to try and get some friction somewhere, but in vain. He conceded to himself that Faramir knew what he was doing, but it would take him a little longer to make this admission to his brother, especially as he didn’t particularly want to think about how, exactly, he had come by these skills.

Faramir began thrusting again at length, drawing out each thrust slowly so that Boromir was soon almost crying with frustration. The younger brother waited until Boromir was reduced to pleading whimpers to fall into a more satisfying rhythm, and begin to tease Boromir’s cock more substantially. The grateful sob he earned for his efforts was more than worth the self-control he’d had to practise to accomplish this.

He held off until the last possible moment, until a clever flick of the wrist triggered the older man’s orgasm at the same moment as his own. Boromir blacked out seconds later.

That, Faramir considered, had been a complete success. He flopped down beside his brother, panting to catch his breath in the afternoon heat, and let himself enjoy the quiet and comfort of lying beside the most important person in his life while they both drifted in the space between sleep and wakefulness.

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