Author's note: Since there was someone who decided to read on despite the
warnings at the top of the story about sibcest, I will stress again that if
you do not like such a thing DO NOT READ ON. I find flames funny, yes, but
they are also quite unwelcome, especially when I put a warning in the
story.
Reviews and helpful criticisms are always welcome. Feel free to send my co- author, Jenn, an e-mail at jholsh1@towson.edu
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"Faramir, where've you got to?" Boromir's voice rang out through the long stone corridor. He'd been searching for his brother for what seemed like hours, but it had actually only been twenty minutes or so when he had finished counting to a hundred and left the corner to begin seeking out Faramir from his hiding place.
"Faramir?" he whispered into dusty corners behind forgotten doors and walls. "Faramir... come out, wherever you are..." He thought he heard a shuffling noise, like a rodent fleeing at the approaching footsteps of a predator, and he froze stock still. The sound had come from behind the door on his left. Looking down he noticed a pair of footprints in the dust before the door, and he smiled, reaching for the knob.
Faramir watched his brother from Boromir's right, doing his best to stifle giggles that threatened to give away his hiding place. Like a good ranger, he careful erased his footprints in the dust, leaving only the misleading ones for Boromir to follow.
He flung the door open and let out a victorious whoop of "A-*HA*! I've found you!"
If Faramir was made of crude garden implements fashioned out of low-grade metal, then Boromir would have been right to feel accomplished. A rake clattered to the ground noisily and Boromir jumped backwards, a cloud of dust filtering out of the musty shed. He scratched the back of his head and knitted his brow, saying to himself, "Oh, hm, thought I'd got him." Exhaling, and sounding rather tired of this game of hide-and-seek, he turned about-face and grinned as his eyes fell upon the door now facing him. He tiptoed forward, a cry of his superiority as a seeker poised on the tip of his tongue.
But when he flung open the door, Faramir was not there. He had taken the opportunity while Boromir was grappling with the garden rake to slip out from behind the door. He found a new hiding place at the end of the dusty corridor behind a large bundle of supplies. His small frame was hidden easily by the large packages, and he mentally congratulated himself for being able to outsmart his brother.
"FARAMIR! I'M NOT HAVING FUN ANYMORE!" Boromir shouted, voice bouncing off the walls and echoing back resoundingly. He tromped back up and down the corridor heavily, peering behind every door and nook again, but to no avail. Giving up, he began to exit the corridor but stopped under the arched entrance. He had sensed someone watching him, and he shifted his eyes from side to side furtively, scarcely breathing.
And then something came at him from the left, barreling into him and taking him down to the ground in one hard swoop. A merry cloud of dust puffed up around them, and when Boromir regained his senses, he could see Faramir on top of him, grinning hugely. "Really," Faramir teased, "And this is supposed to be our great captain of Gondor. He couldn't even find his little brother in a simple little game of hide and seek." Faramir folded his arms over his chest and looked down at Boromir smugly.
In one swift movement Boromir turned the tables and pinned Faramir underneath him with one hand pressed firmly down in the middle of his chest. Faramir, rendered immovable, was reduced to a bundle of squirms and playful yelps as Boromir held him down fast. "Ahh, but I can give my little imp of a brother what's coming to him for getting me covered in this infernal dust!" Suddenly Boromir's nose crinkled and he sneezed loudly, losing his balance and toppling over.
Faramir stood from the ground and set about brushing dust from his clothing, as always a too-large hand-me-down from Boromir. He shook his mane of sandy-colored hair, expelling flakes of earth from his locks. "You really did give me what was coming to me. When did you develop a sudden aversion to dust, big brother?"
Boromir slowly sat up, legs drawn up so that his elbows were resting on his knees, and rubbing his nose with one hand so as to prevent any further allergic reaction. "I don't think it's the dirt, I think it's you!" he gibed blithely as he pointed his forefinger accusingly at Faramir.
Faramir's face fell instantly. "Well then I guess I should leave you on your own, then." He spun on his heel and started to walk from the dusty corridor.
Boromir got to his feet and dashed after Faramir, proclaiming "Faramir, I was not being serious, it was merely in jest!" He caught up to his brother's retreating form and reached for his shoulders with gentle hands. "Faramir, come now..." Boromir was genuinely sorry that he had offended Faramir because his statement was entirely meant to be taken as a joke.
"No, Boromir. If you do not want to be around me, simply say so."
Spinning Faramir around to face him, Boromir looked hard into his brother's downcast aquamarine eyes. "Please don't run away," he whispered fondly as he lifted Faramir's chin with his forefinger. "Stay a while." Then he leaned in, lightly kissing Faramir's lips that were drawn into a pout.
Faramir shoved Boromir away roughly. "No! I would hate for you to sneeze again!" He pulled away from Boromir and stormed off once again. Once he rounded the corner, he stood there, waiting for Boromir to chase after him, laughing to himself about his brother's gullibility.
Just like clockwork, Boromir did not tarry for even one second and began pursuing Faramir. //What did I do now??// he wondered inwardly as he turned the corner where he last saw Faramir go.
Faramir lunged himself at Boromir as soon as he came into sight, tackling him at full force and knocking him to the ground. Laughing heartily, he sat on his brother's chest and bounced up and down excitedly. "My dear Boromir, you are *far* too easy to cully! Did you really think that I would be upset by something like that?"
"Yes! And it doesn't help that I'm an oaf when it comes to your brand of humor!" Boromir snickered. He moved his hands up, resting them on either side of Faramir's thighs where they framed his chest. "I must say, for all of your skinniness you're still rather heavy to be on top of me," he rumbled playfully, squeezing Faramir's legs.
"Perhaps you are getting old!" Faramir raised himself slightly and then plopped back onto Boromir's chest, hearing a surprised grunt from the man pinned beneath him. He flushed slightly, though, at the intimate contact that Boromir was keeping with his legs.
Boromir opened his mouth in mock surprise and offense. "Old? Me? Nay, you forget that we still have the blood of Numenor in our veins," he said, moving his hands further upward so that they were cupping Faramir's buttocks. "You'll have me around for a looong time yet, trust me," he said in lowered and throaty tones, punctuating his words with a light tap of his fingers on Faramir's flesh.
//Boromir, what are you doing?// he questioned to himself in his head. He knew he should remove his hands from such a place, but some greater force kept him from obeying his intuition; an overwhelming desire pooling within him was moving him, and he didn't have the will nor wish to stop himself.
His blush growing, Faramir shifted uncomfortably on top of Boromir. He was unaccustomed to the touch being placed on his body, but not entirely displeased by it either. "Boromir..." he said, nervousness apparent in his eyes.
Entirely against his desires, Boromir's hands swiftly peeled themselves from Faramir's rump. "Did I do something wrong?" he inquired, worried.
Faramir's eyes widened at the removal of his brother's hands, embarrassed by his naïve reaction. "No, not at all! I just..." He looked down and away, his cheeks flushing in their habitual fashion. "I am just...unaccustomed to such a touch...on my body. Forgive me," he said quickly, climbing off of Boromir.
Boromir stood and smoothed down his raiment, also blushing pink on his cheeks. "I didn't mean to be so... forward," Boromir managed, despite the tingly sensation sparking in his groin. "I got carried away..."
"No, you should not be sorry!" Faramir quickly rushed forward and threw his arms around Boromir's waist. "I need to stop being as skittish as one of father's young colts. I do want you to...to touch me, and I enjoy it, but there is something yet that still makes me nervous."
"What is it?" Boromir asked gently as he picked up a lock of Faramir's chestnut hair. "I don't want to do anything you don't want to..." A smile surfaced on his lips as he spoke, thrilled to know that Faramir at least held a grain of desire for him.
Faramir shrugged. "I don't know, but it is nothing for you to be concerned about." He pulled away slightly and ran his slender hands up Boromir's chest. They rested on the collar of his tunic, and Faramir used this to pull him down closer to him. "It will go away, I think," he whispered, feeling incredibly bold and daring, "If I have have experienced it enough." Closing his eyes, he pressed his lips to Boromir's in an innocent kiss.
Boromir's mouth spread into a grin and he rumbled in throaty tones, "Experience? I have some of that." He speedily returned Faramir's kiss, deepening the action by sliding his tongue against Faramir's teeth in an entreaty for entrance.
Surrendering to Boromir's lips, Faramir parted his teeth so that his brother's tongue could slide into his mouth. Though he pulled back in slight surprise as Boromir's tongue started massaging his own, he slowly warmed to the sensation, mimicking the movements of Boromir's tongue. Faramir sighed breathily into his brother's hot mouth.
Tinkling laughter suddenly pierced the air, along with lighthearted banter providing a backdrop to the giggles and squeals of female voices the women as they wound their way to the lowest circle of the city to begin their daily chores of washing, gardening, baking, and selling trinkets and produce. Boromir removed his mouth abruptly from where it was met with Faramir's and his eyes grew to the size of platters. "Hide, Faramir--!"
Faramir gawked at Boromir, his lips still parted and moistened expectantly, but hestiffened when he heard the giggling that his brother had picked up on just seconds before. Grabbing Boromir's hand, Faramir ran back through the corridor and as far away from the approaching sound as they could get. From Faramir's lead, they ended up in a hallway filled with empty chambers used by guests whenever they would visit the city. Once they were safely hidden, Faramir let out a loud snort of laughter. "It would have been terrible if they had found us!"
Boromir was slightly shaken by the close call. "It would have been terrible indeed," he agreed, trying to get his pulse to calm down. A hand against his stomach, just above his groin, instantly dismissed all thoughts of what could have happened if he and Faramir had been seen in such a compromising position.
With his hand placed on Boromir's abdomen, Faramir carefully steered his brother into one of the vacant rooms, carefully shutting the door behind them. "Will you be able to kiss me here, or will we be disturbed by more jabbering maids on their way through the city?"
Boromir shivered with excitement, firmly grasping Faramir's hips and pulling him close so that their lower bodies touched. "I think this place is private enough," he murmured before recapturing Faramir's wicked lips in a searching, languishing kiss.
He let out a small gasp of surprise as Boromir pulled him suddenly toward him, his shy eyes wide with nervousness, but twinkling nonetheless. Smiling against his brother's lips, Faramir pressed himself against Boromir, wrapping his arms around the older man's neck and encouraging him to deepen the kiss by pulling him downward.
Without breaking the sizzling contact between their bodies, Boromir guided Faramir to the small wool blanketed cot that lay in the dusty corner. Gently, so as to not alarm Faramir with his strength, Boromir brought him up to the side of the mattress where he plopped down once the backs of his knees touched the bedside. With Faramir now comfortably sprawled out before him, Boromir climbed atop him and lightly brushed Faramir's glistening lips with his own. "Are you all right with this, Faramir?" he asked breathlessly, airily kissing the corner of Faramir's mouth.
Faramir blinked several times, realizing their positioning on the bed, how Boromir was on top of them, how his warm erection pressed against his leg, and how he felt himself becoming hard. He squeezed his eyes shut and nodded, intending to let Boromir do whatever he wanted, as though he could show how much he loved his brother by whatever physical thing they were to do.
Boromir hesitated and eased off of his kisses, even though his hardness was brazenly evident and pressed against Faramir's trim thigh. "Faramir," he whispered again, "are you all right with this?"
Sliding his wiry body out from under Boromir, Faramir pulled himself into a sitting situation. He pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around his legs, suddenly feeling very small and young. "I do not know," he admitted, his voice barely audible.
Boromir sat back, his hands resting idly in his lap and his face marked with a look of gentle concern. "Faramir, do not feel pressured." He reached out and ran a finger down Faramir's shin, right along the tibia. "The last thing I want to do is hurt you," Boromir said quietly as the corners of his mouth turned up into a small, reassuring smile.
Faramir shivered at Boromir's light touch, eliciting goosebumps to form along his arms. "You could never hurt me!" he insisted, his voice returning. "I want to do this, I really do! I just...can't," he finished lamely. "I understand if you do not want to have anything to do with this greenhorn."
"Greenhorn!" Boromir laughed mirthfully. Realizing that someone might've heard him, he immediately lowered his voice. "Faramir, when I was your age I didn't even know where children came from, let alone know what to do in such a situation as... this..." He motioned vaguely, waving his hand between his body and Faramir's. Resting his broad palm on Faramir's knees, he smiled warmly, causing his eyes to sparkle like dying embers on a fire as the morning sun filtered in through the glass windows and fell upon his face. "If you can't do this, then I will not push you."
Faramir found his hand to Boromir's cheek and caressed his stubbly skin, the small hairs tickling the palm of his hand. He studied the masculine face fondly before rewarding him with with one of his small, gentle smiles. "I will be ready eventually."
Boromir nuzzled his cheek into Faramir's palm, nestling against the supple skin of Faramir's outstretched hand. "There's no hurry." He left a tiny kiss in the palm of Faramir's hand and brushed his lips against the digits, fanning them with his soft breath.
"I do love you, Boromir. And I want to be able to show you, but I just can't right now." Faramir kissed the tips of his fingers and pressed them to Boromir's lips. "Thank you for being so patient."
They sat in silence for some time until Boromir finally spoke. "Come. Father will surely be looking for us, and now I am indeed feeling hungry." He stroked Faramir's cheek with his thumb in a loving motion, smiling drolly. Indolently, Boromir slid off of the cot and smoothed down his clothes, which were looking rather sloppy from the close contact with Faramir. Tugging his tunic back into place, he said bouyantly "I'm happy that you woke me when you did, Faramir."
"You surely would have slept past noon if I had not, Boromir." Faramir climbed off of the bed and mimicked Boromir's movements, straightening his overly large clothing and righting his hair.
Boromir ruffled Faramir's hair right after he had tamed it and stepped out of the guestroom. "Food... now," he said good-naturedly. //Though I shall be the only one eating//, he ruminated sullenly as an unspoken afterthought.
Reviews and helpful criticisms are always welcome. Feel free to send my co- author, Jenn, an e-mail at jholsh1@towson.edu
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"Faramir, where've you got to?" Boromir's voice rang out through the long stone corridor. He'd been searching for his brother for what seemed like hours, but it had actually only been twenty minutes or so when he had finished counting to a hundred and left the corner to begin seeking out Faramir from his hiding place.
"Faramir?" he whispered into dusty corners behind forgotten doors and walls. "Faramir... come out, wherever you are..." He thought he heard a shuffling noise, like a rodent fleeing at the approaching footsteps of a predator, and he froze stock still. The sound had come from behind the door on his left. Looking down he noticed a pair of footprints in the dust before the door, and he smiled, reaching for the knob.
Faramir watched his brother from Boromir's right, doing his best to stifle giggles that threatened to give away his hiding place. Like a good ranger, he careful erased his footprints in the dust, leaving only the misleading ones for Boromir to follow.
He flung the door open and let out a victorious whoop of "A-*HA*! I've found you!"
If Faramir was made of crude garden implements fashioned out of low-grade metal, then Boromir would have been right to feel accomplished. A rake clattered to the ground noisily and Boromir jumped backwards, a cloud of dust filtering out of the musty shed. He scratched the back of his head and knitted his brow, saying to himself, "Oh, hm, thought I'd got him." Exhaling, and sounding rather tired of this game of hide-and-seek, he turned about-face and grinned as his eyes fell upon the door now facing him. He tiptoed forward, a cry of his superiority as a seeker poised on the tip of his tongue.
But when he flung open the door, Faramir was not there. He had taken the opportunity while Boromir was grappling with the garden rake to slip out from behind the door. He found a new hiding place at the end of the dusty corridor behind a large bundle of supplies. His small frame was hidden easily by the large packages, and he mentally congratulated himself for being able to outsmart his brother.
"FARAMIR! I'M NOT HAVING FUN ANYMORE!" Boromir shouted, voice bouncing off the walls and echoing back resoundingly. He tromped back up and down the corridor heavily, peering behind every door and nook again, but to no avail. Giving up, he began to exit the corridor but stopped under the arched entrance. He had sensed someone watching him, and he shifted his eyes from side to side furtively, scarcely breathing.
And then something came at him from the left, barreling into him and taking him down to the ground in one hard swoop. A merry cloud of dust puffed up around them, and when Boromir regained his senses, he could see Faramir on top of him, grinning hugely. "Really," Faramir teased, "And this is supposed to be our great captain of Gondor. He couldn't even find his little brother in a simple little game of hide and seek." Faramir folded his arms over his chest and looked down at Boromir smugly.
In one swift movement Boromir turned the tables and pinned Faramir underneath him with one hand pressed firmly down in the middle of his chest. Faramir, rendered immovable, was reduced to a bundle of squirms and playful yelps as Boromir held him down fast. "Ahh, but I can give my little imp of a brother what's coming to him for getting me covered in this infernal dust!" Suddenly Boromir's nose crinkled and he sneezed loudly, losing his balance and toppling over.
Faramir stood from the ground and set about brushing dust from his clothing, as always a too-large hand-me-down from Boromir. He shook his mane of sandy-colored hair, expelling flakes of earth from his locks. "You really did give me what was coming to me. When did you develop a sudden aversion to dust, big brother?"
Boromir slowly sat up, legs drawn up so that his elbows were resting on his knees, and rubbing his nose with one hand so as to prevent any further allergic reaction. "I don't think it's the dirt, I think it's you!" he gibed blithely as he pointed his forefinger accusingly at Faramir.
Faramir's face fell instantly. "Well then I guess I should leave you on your own, then." He spun on his heel and started to walk from the dusty corridor.
Boromir got to his feet and dashed after Faramir, proclaiming "Faramir, I was not being serious, it was merely in jest!" He caught up to his brother's retreating form and reached for his shoulders with gentle hands. "Faramir, come now..." Boromir was genuinely sorry that he had offended Faramir because his statement was entirely meant to be taken as a joke.
"No, Boromir. If you do not want to be around me, simply say so."
Spinning Faramir around to face him, Boromir looked hard into his brother's downcast aquamarine eyes. "Please don't run away," he whispered fondly as he lifted Faramir's chin with his forefinger. "Stay a while." Then he leaned in, lightly kissing Faramir's lips that were drawn into a pout.
Faramir shoved Boromir away roughly. "No! I would hate for you to sneeze again!" He pulled away from Boromir and stormed off once again. Once he rounded the corner, he stood there, waiting for Boromir to chase after him, laughing to himself about his brother's gullibility.
Just like clockwork, Boromir did not tarry for even one second and began pursuing Faramir. //What did I do now??// he wondered inwardly as he turned the corner where he last saw Faramir go.
Faramir lunged himself at Boromir as soon as he came into sight, tackling him at full force and knocking him to the ground. Laughing heartily, he sat on his brother's chest and bounced up and down excitedly. "My dear Boromir, you are *far* too easy to cully! Did you really think that I would be upset by something like that?"
"Yes! And it doesn't help that I'm an oaf when it comes to your brand of humor!" Boromir snickered. He moved his hands up, resting them on either side of Faramir's thighs where they framed his chest. "I must say, for all of your skinniness you're still rather heavy to be on top of me," he rumbled playfully, squeezing Faramir's legs.
"Perhaps you are getting old!" Faramir raised himself slightly and then plopped back onto Boromir's chest, hearing a surprised grunt from the man pinned beneath him. He flushed slightly, though, at the intimate contact that Boromir was keeping with his legs.
Boromir opened his mouth in mock surprise and offense. "Old? Me? Nay, you forget that we still have the blood of Numenor in our veins," he said, moving his hands further upward so that they were cupping Faramir's buttocks. "You'll have me around for a looong time yet, trust me," he said in lowered and throaty tones, punctuating his words with a light tap of his fingers on Faramir's flesh.
//Boromir, what are you doing?// he questioned to himself in his head. He knew he should remove his hands from such a place, but some greater force kept him from obeying his intuition; an overwhelming desire pooling within him was moving him, and he didn't have the will nor wish to stop himself.
His blush growing, Faramir shifted uncomfortably on top of Boromir. He was unaccustomed to the touch being placed on his body, but not entirely displeased by it either. "Boromir..." he said, nervousness apparent in his eyes.
Entirely against his desires, Boromir's hands swiftly peeled themselves from Faramir's rump. "Did I do something wrong?" he inquired, worried.
Faramir's eyes widened at the removal of his brother's hands, embarrassed by his naïve reaction. "No, not at all! I just..." He looked down and away, his cheeks flushing in their habitual fashion. "I am just...unaccustomed to such a touch...on my body. Forgive me," he said quickly, climbing off of Boromir.
Boromir stood and smoothed down his raiment, also blushing pink on his cheeks. "I didn't mean to be so... forward," Boromir managed, despite the tingly sensation sparking in his groin. "I got carried away..."
"No, you should not be sorry!" Faramir quickly rushed forward and threw his arms around Boromir's waist. "I need to stop being as skittish as one of father's young colts. I do want you to...to touch me, and I enjoy it, but there is something yet that still makes me nervous."
"What is it?" Boromir asked gently as he picked up a lock of Faramir's chestnut hair. "I don't want to do anything you don't want to..." A smile surfaced on his lips as he spoke, thrilled to know that Faramir at least held a grain of desire for him.
Faramir shrugged. "I don't know, but it is nothing for you to be concerned about." He pulled away slightly and ran his slender hands up Boromir's chest. They rested on the collar of his tunic, and Faramir used this to pull him down closer to him. "It will go away, I think," he whispered, feeling incredibly bold and daring, "If I have have experienced it enough." Closing his eyes, he pressed his lips to Boromir's in an innocent kiss.
Boromir's mouth spread into a grin and he rumbled in throaty tones, "Experience? I have some of that." He speedily returned Faramir's kiss, deepening the action by sliding his tongue against Faramir's teeth in an entreaty for entrance.
Surrendering to Boromir's lips, Faramir parted his teeth so that his brother's tongue could slide into his mouth. Though he pulled back in slight surprise as Boromir's tongue started massaging his own, he slowly warmed to the sensation, mimicking the movements of Boromir's tongue. Faramir sighed breathily into his brother's hot mouth.
Tinkling laughter suddenly pierced the air, along with lighthearted banter providing a backdrop to the giggles and squeals of female voices the women as they wound their way to the lowest circle of the city to begin their daily chores of washing, gardening, baking, and selling trinkets and produce. Boromir removed his mouth abruptly from where it was met with Faramir's and his eyes grew to the size of platters. "Hide, Faramir--!"
Faramir gawked at Boromir, his lips still parted and moistened expectantly, but hestiffened when he heard the giggling that his brother had picked up on just seconds before. Grabbing Boromir's hand, Faramir ran back through the corridor and as far away from the approaching sound as they could get. From Faramir's lead, they ended up in a hallway filled with empty chambers used by guests whenever they would visit the city. Once they were safely hidden, Faramir let out a loud snort of laughter. "It would have been terrible if they had found us!"
Boromir was slightly shaken by the close call. "It would have been terrible indeed," he agreed, trying to get his pulse to calm down. A hand against his stomach, just above his groin, instantly dismissed all thoughts of what could have happened if he and Faramir had been seen in such a compromising position.
With his hand placed on Boromir's abdomen, Faramir carefully steered his brother into one of the vacant rooms, carefully shutting the door behind them. "Will you be able to kiss me here, or will we be disturbed by more jabbering maids on their way through the city?"
Boromir shivered with excitement, firmly grasping Faramir's hips and pulling him close so that their lower bodies touched. "I think this place is private enough," he murmured before recapturing Faramir's wicked lips in a searching, languishing kiss.
He let out a small gasp of surprise as Boromir pulled him suddenly toward him, his shy eyes wide with nervousness, but twinkling nonetheless. Smiling against his brother's lips, Faramir pressed himself against Boromir, wrapping his arms around the older man's neck and encouraging him to deepen the kiss by pulling him downward.
Without breaking the sizzling contact between their bodies, Boromir guided Faramir to the small wool blanketed cot that lay in the dusty corner. Gently, so as to not alarm Faramir with his strength, Boromir brought him up to the side of the mattress where he plopped down once the backs of his knees touched the bedside. With Faramir now comfortably sprawled out before him, Boromir climbed atop him and lightly brushed Faramir's glistening lips with his own. "Are you all right with this, Faramir?" he asked breathlessly, airily kissing the corner of Faramir's mouth.
Faramir blinked several times, realizing their positioning on the bed, how Boromir was on top of them, how his warm erection pressed against his leg, and how he felt himself becoming hard. He squeezed his eyes shut and nodded, intending to let Boromir do whatever he wanted, as though he could show how much he loved his brother by whatever physical thing they were to do.
Boromir hesitated and eased off of his kisses, even though his hardness was brazenly evident and pressed against Faramir's trim thigh. "Faramir," he whispered again, "are you all right with this?"
Sliding his wiry body out from under Boromir, Faramir pulled himself into a sitting situation. He pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around his legs, suddenly feeling very small and young. "I do not know," he admitted, his voice barely audible.
Boromir sat back, his hands resting idly in his lap and his face marked with a look of gentle concern. "Faramir, do not feel pressured." He reached out and ran a finger down Faramir's shin, right along the tibia. "The last thing I want to do is hurt you," Boromir said quietly as the corners of his mouth turned up into a small, reassuring smile.
Faramir shivered at Boromir's light touch, eliciting goosebumps to form along his arms. "You could never hurt me!" he insisted, his voice returning. "I want to do this, I really do! I just...can't," he finished lamely. "I understand if you do not want to have anything to do with this greenhorn."
"Greenhorn!" Boromir laughed mirthfully. Realizing that someone might've heard him, he immediately lowered his voice. "Faramir, when I was your age I didn't even know where children came from, let alone know what to do in such a situation as... this..." He motioned vaguely, waving his hand between his body and Faramir's. Resting his broad palm on Faramir's knees, he smiled warmly, causing his eyes to sparkle like dying embers on a fire as the morning sun filtered in through the glass windows and fell upon his face. "If you can't do this, then I will not push you."
Faramir found his hand to Boromir's cheek and caressed his stubbly skin, the small hairs tickling the palm of his hand. He studied the masculine face fondly before rewarding him with with one of his small, gentle smiles. "I will be ready eventually."
Boromir nuzzled his cheek into Faramir's palm, nestling against the supple skin of Faramir's outstretched hand. "There's no hurry." He left a tiny kiss in the palm of Faramir's hand and brushed his lips against the digits, fanning them with his soft breath.
"I do love you, Boromir. And I want to be able to show you, but I just can't right now." Faramir kissed the tips of his fingers and pressed them to Boromir's lips. "Thank you for being so patient."
They sat in silence for some time until Boromir finally spoke. "Come. Father will surely be looking for us, and now I am indeed feeling hungry." He stroked Faramir's cheek with his thumb in a loving motion, smiling drolly. Indolently, Boromir slid off of the cot and smoothed down his clothes, which were looking rather sloppy from the close contact with Faramir. Tugging his tunic back into place, he said bouyantly "I'm happy that you woke me when you did, Faramir."
"You surely would have slept past noon if I had not, Boromir." Faramir climbed off of the bed and mimicked Boromir's movements, straightening his overly large clothing and righting his hair.
Boromir ruffled Faramir's hair right after he had tamed it and stepped out of the guestroom. "Food... now," he said good-naturedly. //Though I shall be the only one eating//, he ruminated sullenly as an unspoken afterthought.
