Lord of the Rings Slash
Title: Embarrassed
Author: persephone
Paring: Boromir/Faramir
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Boromir feels a fever.
Warning: Incest. Underage (Faramir is 13 years old).
A/N: Inspired by a drawing by E.W.
Embarrassed, Boromir remained standing where he was. Faramir was crossing the dim hallway with his tutor, heading for the even dimmer libraries. But even with his face burning, Boromir had to force himself to not follow Faramir to the library and simply wait till his lesson was over. After which Faramir would have another type of lesson for him.
It had been exactly fifteen days since it had first happened. At first Boromir had nearly left Minas Tirith for the shame he felt. But Faramir would not let him. And if he was honest, shame or no, he would not have left on his own.
Because fifteen days later, here he stood.
Faramir had passed a long time ago but Boromir was still standing immobile in the hallway with his mind in chaos. He loved Faramir, from the moment the boy was born. But- but at eighteen, he also knew what was right and what was wrong. And he knew he should not be expressing his love as a man did with a lover. And…
Boromir bit down on his lower lip hard, until the pain made his eyes water. Even then, even if he came to terms with needing to make love with Faramir, it would not be such unbearable torment if—
He could not even let himself finish these thoughts, to remember the things he did to his thirteen year old brother in the dimness of whatever corner he could secure… And yet his mind dwelt on nothing else. For fifteen days.
Boromir realized his breathing was now nothing more than a hiss. He clenched his hand into a fist and pushed away from the wall. And it wasn’t for another few minutes that he became aware that he was heading in the direction of the library.
Helplessly, he stood in the doorway, staring at Faramir. His brother was bent over some parchments with his old tutor, running his fingers over the ancient words. Faramir’s jet dark hair fell across his face, but as if he knew, he lifted his eyes and locked on Boromir. And then one side of his mouth pulled up in a half smile. A much too knowing smile.
Boromir gripped the wooden door jamb until it began splintering under his fingers. But he was in no frame of mind to notice such a thing when his cock was already leaking badly, soaking the crotch of his britches, thankfully hidden behind his shirttails.
Stop now, he silently begged Faramir. Why could a mere child have such power over him? He grunted under his breath and didn’t even bother answering his own question. Was this not Faramir he was talking about?
Faramir looked up at the sound he didn’t realize he’d made so loudly. His tutor also looked up, smiled slightly, and then resumed looking at the parchments.
Faramir’s eyes were half closed. “Wait,” he mouthed. Boromir pressed his trembling lips together, smoothed his hand over his beard, and stepped into the room.
“Well, we must cut short this lesson, dear teacher,” Faramir said in a clear voice, and Boromir could not help marveling at his composure. “I am afraid Boromir requires my attention at the moment.”
Boromir counted the moments as the tutor nodded and gathered up his sheaves and left. The old man probably said something to Boromir on his way out, but it didn’t register.
A moment later, they were alone. And Faramir was standing behind the table, smiling. Boromir took one quick step forward.
“Shut the door, brother,” Faramir said quietly. Boromir stopped and did as he was told. He walked over to Faramir, already breathing harshly. His fingers burned. His tongue burned. His cock burned. Every part of him wanted a part of Faramir.
Faramir stepped backwards, moving into a corner. There he stopped when his legs came up against a grey stone chair that seemed to be carved into the wall. It seemed to be meant for quiet contemplation and reading, as it was hidden in the corner, and obscured by blue velvet curtains.
Boromir didn’t think he’d care if the chair was sitting in the middle of the Courtyard of Stone, right under the White Tree itself. It was going to be another site of shame.
Already Faramir was lifting his shirt over his head. “May I see, Boromir? I want to see… that.” He pointed to Boromir’s crotch. Boromir immediately lifted the front of his shirt to remove it. He heard a little gasp escape Faramir’s throat. Boromir looked down.
“You’re so wet,” Faramir breathed.
Boromir’s face was so hot by now he was afraid he would die of shame. And instead of coming toward him as Boromir thought he would, Faramir stepped out of his britches and stood naked for a moment before stepping backward to the chair. He sat down. Then he lifted both legs and hooked them on the chair’s stone arms.
Boromir’s teeth began to chatter. His eyes squinted and his jaw clenched. He took a step forward to get a closer, deeper look at Faramir’s hole.
“Take it out. I want to see, remember?”
“Please, just let me lick you first,” he heard himself hissing.
Faramir pouted. “But I like seeing…”
Boromir snapped his leather thong and pulled his cock out. It was massive, and it was hard, and it was burning hot.
“Oh, yes,” Faramir gleefully smiled, as if Boromir had just shown him sweets. Boromir began to feel feverish. This child was going to kill him…
Boromir dropped to his knees before his brother and grabbed his inner thighs, pushing his legs farther apart. Faramir squirmed and Boromir could see his hole pucker. His mouth began watering and he forced himself to go slowly as he leaned in.
But once he tasted Faramir, there was no taking it slow. His grip tightened on Faramir’s thighs but he could not make himself stop. He stiffened his tongue and forced it into Faramir’s hole and somewhere in the back of his mind thought that his brother could not be any tighter. Even though he had fucked him enough times to debase any grown man. His cock throbbed painfully, and pumped out a few more drops.
“Boromir…” Faramir panted softly. “You must go slowly. We have time.”
But Boromir wasn’t listening. How could he? He curved the tip of his tongue and licked Faramir’s inner walls, tasting as deeply as he could. Faramir cried out and grabbed the back of his head. Faramir buried his fingers in Boromir’s dark hair, and pushed Boromir’s head hard against his hole so that Boromir’s nose was right up against the skin covering his prostrate. Boromir inhaled deeply and moaned wretchedly.
After a moment Faramir pulled at Boromir’s hair and Boromir reluctantly pulled his head back. Faramir moved Boromir’s head up, to his cock. Boromir took the small cock in his mouth instantly and sucked it all the way down, until his nose was tickling against Faramir’s hairs. He trapped his brother’s cock in the back of his throat and rhythmically constricted his throat muscles around it. Faramir gasped over and over, his fingers writhing in Boromir’s hair.
When it got too much for Faramir, Boromir pulled back, letting the spit covered cock rest against Faramir’s stomach.
Boromir slid his arms under Faramir’s legs and lifted him up, against his chest. Faramir’s lips locked on his and Boromir had to struggle to stand upright against that onslaught. Faramir kissed like a child, but it was filthy.
Boromir quickly stumbled down unto the stone chair and set his brother on his lap. Faramir’s arms locked around his shoulders and neck and the boy leaned down and sucked the skin of Boromir’s neck into his searing, wet mouth.
“Oh, Faramir! Oh gods!” Boromir panted helplessly, hands shaking so badly he could not position Faramir. He simply could not do it by himself. “Help me,” he whimpered.
Faramir lifted himself and then sat down on the tip of Boromir’s cock. Boromir gritted his teeth and threw his head back, scraping it against the stone of the chair.
Faramir swiveled his hips on the tip, and Boromir gripped his hips like a vice and thrust his own hips upwards, impaling Faramir. Faramir cried out sweetly and tightened his arms around Boromir’s neck. He gripped a handful of Boromir’s hair lying against Boromir’s neck, then dropped his head back down to Boromir’s neck and sucked hard on his flesh.
Boromir lost his mind. The fingers of his left hand slid around, gripped Faramir’s left cheek, and worked their way into his ass. Until he could feel his cock against his fingers inside Faramir’s hotness. With his right hand he held Faramir suspended by his hip and fucked roughly into him, unable to do anything else. And Faramir sucked harder on his neck.
In much too short a time, Boromir was spurting long, endless cum into his brother. Faramir pressed his cock against Boromir’s stomach muscles, rubbing wetness all over him, and sweetly came. His childish moans forced another bout of cum out of Boromir, so that when he finally stopped, he had tears in his eyes.
Afterwards, Faramir moaned delightedly and pulled himself closer against Boromir. He covered Boromir’s lips with his and leisurely sucked on Boromir’s tongue. Boromir left his cock inside his brother even though it was softening, and stroked his fingers between Faramir’s cheeks.
Already he was feeling embarrassed again, but he knew he would not sleep well until the next time. And next time, for the sixteenth time, he promised himself he would go slow.