Faramir lay on his own bed curled up on top of the covers, staring blankly at his hand, and watched as he moved his fingers in different motions. He sighed deeply closing his tired tear sore eyes, wanting to erase his brothers horrid words from his memory. Why did he deny to talk of it so much?.
Faramir had loved and admired his brother since a child, he had looked to him for guidance, protection, comfort.
It was only that one unexpected night, as he recalled being a hot summers evening, that his feelings changed.

He was at the tender age of nine, coming up to his 10th birthday.

Boromir himself had just reached his adolescence being 13 that day...

It was very late into the night, and Faramir had awoken in the heat, throwing his covers off of him, and tiredly moving his small frame out of his bed to the table by his door for some water. He took the goblet from the table, and bought it to his lips but stopped distractedly.

He heard whispers, and then a quiet laugh, and the door of his brothers room open, but not shut.
Curiously, the young boy opened his door, very carefully, and peered through the small gap.
Boromir's door was slightly ajar, and the room was lit in a soft glow. Faramir walked out onto the landing and to his brothers room, pushing the door open further.

Inside the room, sat on the ledge of his open window, sat Boromir, with a cup in hand, and a bottle of what looked to be Fathers drink. Boromir turned too quickly, and Faramir stared at him with wide innocent eyes, almost like a frightened deer.
Boromir did not get angry, nor did he smile, his face was expressionless, as he spoke.

"Come join me brother.."
Faramir hesitated for a moment, and then walked in closing the door quietly. He turned back to his brother, and asked, "Why do you have fathers drink?"
Boromir laughed slightly pouring more of the red liquid into his golden cup.

"I like it, very much" he replied simply, and drank more, wincing at the strong taste.
"Does father know?"
Boromir snorted, "Of course not"

Faramir sighed lowering his head.

"Try some Faramir.."

He looked up, Boromir stood now offering the cup to him. He walked over and took it, looking at his brother before taking a sip.
He gave it back to Boromir pulling a odd face and instantly spat the liquid out.

"Its foul! how can you drink it?!"
Boromir laughed, "yes it is horrid isn't it? but it is what it does to your mind, that is what I like"
His younger brother yawned tiredly and rubbed his eyes a little, turning away to lie on the soft large bed.

Boromir watched him led staring at the burning candle on the bedside table, his eyes drifting shut, and then slowly opening again.
The elder brother poured the last drop of his fathers red wine into his cup and drank it quickly, setting both the bottle and cup down onto the floor, and walking over to his bed.

Faramir opened his eyes once more to feel a hand grip his shoulder gently and pull a little. He turned to see his brother looking down at him, eyes slightly lowered, lips partly red stained from the wine, and his normally pale cheeks flushed crimson.

"you are tired?" he asked tilting his head questionably, his light golden brown hair led in thick and thin strands against one cheek, soft and wavy.
Faramir shook his head, "not too much, just a little" he answered.

Boromir took two deep breaths, and then sighed hard closing his eyes. His sibling frowned.

"What's wrong brother?"

Boromir opened his eyes and looked down at him once again, such odd thoughts and feelings haunted him, and he knew not whether to act on them.

Boromir shook his head, "nothing is wrong" he smiled, "I have had a fine day, and im very happy"

Faramir smiled in return, "I am glad," he said happily, and put his arms about his brothers neck and hugged him tightly. As he let go, he kissed Boromirs cheek and then lay back onto the soft white pillow beneath.
Boromir looked at him in a way Faramir had not seen before. He looked pale, but red cheeked, nervous, Faramir thought he was ill.

"Boromir??"
Without a word, Boromir leaned closer, and hesitantly pressed his lips against Faramir's, bringing his hand up to his soft cheek and soothing it beneath his fingers lightly.

His younger brother lay still, unmoving, unsure of what he should do. In seeing Boromirs eyes were shut, he followed.

Boromir engulfed himself in the kiss, feeling it cause his head to feel lighter than the wine had already made it. He pressed a little firmer, and without thought, coaxed open his brothers mouth to taste with his tongue.
He had remembered many times seeing this sort of act between drunken servants, and guests at celebrations in the castle, sometimes disgusted by it, other times curious on how it would feel.

After a moment, he stopped, and Faramir closed his mouth, feeling it wet and hot. "Brother...." he whispered in a breath against Boromirs lips.

Boromir looked at him, now trembling, he swallowed deeply when Faramir opened his eyes and looked at him confused.

Faramir wondered if his brother was merely waiting for him to do the same. He had not seen or indeed, felt this touching before. He was uncertain how exactly, it made him feel. Again he slipped his arms around his brothers neck and pulled his head down swiftly to kiss him. Boromir slightly surprised, did nothing, until to his shock, he felt his brother now slip his tongue into his mouth.
"...no Faramir!" he drew away, pushing his brother back from him.
Faramir looked at him now frightened. "What have I done?" he whimpered quietly.
"Nothing.." Boromir breathed, feeling guilt alter his senses. "Nothing, you have done nothing wrong Faramir, please sleep"
"You wont hate me will you brother?" he asked, tears forming in his blue eyes.

"I could never hate you.." Boromir whispered looking at him intently. "now sleep..."