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Time (NC-17)

Written by Nemain Isa

05 March 2008 | 1886 words | Work in Progress

Pairing: Faramir/Boromir
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Incest between brothers.
Summary: When would the Valar show mercy and give them some time..

A/N: No beta for this part, I hadn’t gotten to that yet when I read Iris and Minx’s entry about the Faramir Fanfiction Archive celebrating its 4th anniversary. Next parts will be beta-d, for now you can blame me for all mistakes.
And… here’s to four more years!

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1.

Closing the door behind him, Boromir took a deep breath, leaning his head against the door for a moment. Strong arms wrapped around him from behind. Boromir smiled sadly as he felt warm lips on his neck.
“Sometimes, Little One, I wish that just for one day, we would not have to hide and we would not have to live off stolen moments.”
“Me too, my Warrior. But don’t let that sadden your heart now, please. Come here.”

Boromir felt himself being turned around. Fingers, soft even though they were used to working with sword and bow, caressed his cheek.

“I wish everyone could see that you are mine, and that I am yours. But sadly, our world will never accept it. But that has not lessened our love, has it? It only strengthened it.”

Lips connected, tongues danced together in a way that was both new and eras old.

“It is our fire, our love, that gets me through this every time. For you, I will endure the secrets, the hiding, the being alone for what seems to be years. Because I know that when I get back, you will be there.”

Silence fell, for all the two needed to tell each other could be said without words. Eyes connected, and in those eyes were messages only the other could decipher: vowels of faithfulness, promises of eternity.

Faramir led his brother to the bed. He scrambled onto it, sitting back on his knees and pulled Boromir down for a kiss.
“Kiss me, brother, and make me forget about the world.”

Boromir ran his hands through auburn curls, claiming Faramir’s lips and coaxing the younger one’s tongue into his mouth.

They would have two whole weeks in the city together. Of course, they would be busy with everything Denethor would want them to do, but still. Two weeks was a long time, it had been so long ago they had this amount of time together. Who knew, maybe it would even be possible to spend one or two whole nights together, without the servants getting suspicious.

A whole night. For lovers, a night is not enough to quench the desire. And Faramir and Boromir were no different from any other love couple. One night was not sufficient for them either. The opposite: one night would only stoke up the fire and would make them desire the other even more.

But they had learned soon enough that for the brothers of Gondor, every moment had to be sufficient. They did not have the luxury of being able to spend days in bed together, they could not hurry back to their room in the middle of day, unable to wait any longer, accompanied by the servants’ laughter, they could not tell their fellow Rangers how much they wanted to be home, with their love, instead of in the woods were it would rain for weeks in a row.

“How I look forward to waking up with you in my arms, my Little One, my Faramir…” Boromir husked between kisses, and he felt his brother shudder.
Faramir started to unlace his brother’s tunic, until he could slide it partially off Boromir’s shoulders.
“Did you lock the door?”

Unwilling to move, Boromir groaned as he tried to remember. He couldn’t risk it. He pulled away, hastily checking the lock. The door was already locked. Years of hiding had made it an automatism.

“I thought I heard someone in the hallway. We have to be quiet. And we have to hurry.” He whispered as he turned to his brother again. Faramir had already started to undress himself.

“Would I have enough time, I would’ve undressed you slowly. Tunic first, then trousers. Kiss every part revealed. Lick your smooth skin until you beg me.”

They always, always had to hurry, there was never time for slow and romantic. Instead of being able to show each other, they told each other exactly what they would do. If they would ever have time.

“Beg you?” Faramir whispered, licking his lips.
“To touch you… to…”
“Take me.” Faramir moaned.

Meanwhile, Boromir had climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between his brother’s legs.
“My beautiful Faramir.” The older one said lovingly as he caressed the body writhing on the bed. Then he leaned forward, licking a trail from Faramir’s neck to his nipples, to his bellybutton. He looked up, seeing his brother gaze down at him. The want in the blue eyes made him shiver and, holding Faramir’s eyes, he extended his tongue and lapped at the head of Faramir’s manhood.

The redhead’s mouth opened in a silent plea, the lithe body fell back on the bed when Boromir kept licking up and down the shaft and eventually took him in his mouth wholly. Rubbing his own manhood against the sheets, Boromir purred, causing the organ in his mouth to twitch and leak big drops of fluid onto his tongue. Faramir tried to keep completely quiet, but still Boromir could hear soft mewling sounds, just loud enough for him to hear.

With a last teasing lick, he sat up and pulled his brother down so he could rub his own leaking member into the crease of Faramir’s ass. Boromir moaned in anticipation.
“Oil… where have you…”

Faramir snaked a hand under the pillow and came up with a small vial. He batted Boromir’s hands way and opened it himself, pouring some directly onto his brother’s shaft. Soft, teasing fingers spread the oil, until Boromir was shaking and rocking into the touch. Then Faramir poured some oil on his fingers and rubbed it over and slightly into his hole.

“I so much want to slide my fingers in as deep as possible, but I know it’ll be better if you slide your manhood into me right now. I don’t need any other preparation, I need to feel the burn.” Faramir whimpered huskily.

Taking his manhood in his hand, Boromir used his other hand to lift Faramir’s hips a bit. He rubbed the head of his organ over Faramir’s hole, then he pushed in.

This always was the moment both of them broke their own be-silent rule. Boromir groaned, being enveloped in hot tight heat, feeling it clench and unclench. Faramir gasped and moaned, not feeling any pain, just the incredible sensation of being taken by the one he loved so much.

They couldn’t waste time. Boromir leaned down to kiss Faramir. He swallowed the moan welling up in Faramir throat as he started moving.
“Heaven, my brother, my love…” Boromir groaned softly.

“Heaven, you are my heaven.” Faramir whispered back. “Take me. Have me, posses me. I am yours.”

Speeding up the pace, Boromir felt as if he was sucked into a vortex, drowning him, blacking out every thought and sensation. The only thing on his mind was Faramir. His brother’s gasps, soft moans, shivers, caresses, encouragements.

Claiming his brother’s lips, Boromir stilled for a second, then he came with slow, deep thrusts. Faramir followed moments later, emptying himself onto his own stomach.

Exchanging kisses, they calmed their fast beating hearts and heavy breathing. Reality would come back soon enough. Let us have this moment…

One last kiss and Boromir pulled back, sitting back on his knees and rubbing his face. He eyed Faramir, who lay on the bed with a dazed look in his eyes. He reached out to touch his lover’s cheek. Faramir rubbed his cheek into the touch, focussing his eyes onto Boromir. Wordless messages. If we would have time..

Crawling off the bed, Boromir reached for his clothes and threw Faramir’s breeches to the younger one, who still wasn’t moving. Sighing, Faramir got up.

They cleaned up a bit and dressed in silence. Boromir went to unlock the door. Two brothers, just catching up, do not need to lock the door.
He caught Faramir staring at the bed, lost in thoughts, a hand idly stroking the rumpled sheets.

“Little One.” He called softly, walking up to his brother, tipping back his chin with one hand and combing his other hand through unruly curls.
Smiling, Faramir butted his forehead against Boromir’s, giving his lover a chaste kiss. And then another.

A knock on the door interrupted what could have been another fire-igniting kiss. Boromir had just enough time to snatch back his hands and step back to a safe, brotherly distance, before Denethor threw open he door and barged in.

Without greeting either of his sons, the Steward said:
“There has been a change of plans. You two will be leaving for Rivendel in two days, and you will stay there for at least a week, maybe more, until our little problem is solved. That fool Elrond is playing the offended, nagging, nancing Elf again and this time my advisors cannot work things out, or so it seems.”
As he talked, the old man only looked at Boromir, even with Faramir standing so close to his brother. How Boromir would’ve loved to take Faramir’s hand and give it a reassuring squeeze.

“I need you to smooth things out. The arrogant Elf will like the fact that I sent you especially for this problem.
I will send the servants in the morrow to pack your things.”

As his father spoke, Faramir had a hard time keeping a straight face. Not only because of the way Denethor reacted towards him: not looking at him, not addressing him personally, but mostly because this ruined all of their plans. He knew he should not have hoped for anything. But he hadn’t been able to stop his mind and his heart from hoping. A whole night. Foolish dreams.

Boromir, in his best attempt to act as the loyal and obedient son, only nodded at his father’s plans. Inside, his feelings twisted from rage to sadness. When would the Valar show mercy and give them some time..

With a last nod to his oldest son, Denethor stormed out, barking at the awaiting servants. Boromir followed his father to the door, closing it behind him as he checked the hall for more people.

Stepping back, he gathered the younger one in his arms. “It is at times like this I despise our father and his big mouth even more than usual.” He whispered into Faramir’s ear. Faramir leaned back, turning his head to steal a kiss. “Why can’t he just leave us alone? And besides, he really doesn’t want me to go there. He did not even look at me.”

Boromir hushed his brother, tightening his arms around the slender frame momentarily.
“He will never say it, but you know as well as I do that he needs you there. He needs your diplomatic skills, your knowledge, your friendly, honest approach. And who knows? Maybe they will give us adjoining chambers. Or just one…”
Grinning, Faramir shoved his brother away.

“Do not make me hope for things that cannot be again.”

Tbc

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