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My Lover, My Brother
Author: jenolas
Beta: none
Email: [email protected]
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Legolas/Boromir, Boromir/Faramir
Warnings: incest
Request: really good kissing scenes, first time/loss of virginity
Written For: Mistress Samwise
During the journey south, Boromir had found sleep elusive and had taken to sharing the watch with Legolas. Many long hours had been spent in pleasant conversation and although the man and the Elf were from very different backgrounds, they soon learned that as soldiers defending their lands against the encroaching darkness they had much in common. In their love for their people, and their desire to see Middle-earth safe, they were definitely of one mind. Once discussion of military strategies and the like had been exhausted, talk had turned to the more personal and they had learned much about each other. The more time they spent together, the closer they had become without either realising it, lingering touches, shared secrets and even the occasional kiss on the cheek notwithstanding.
That they were drawn to each other as more than friends were something neither would admit until the night before as they rested in the darkness of Moria.
Boromir was not particularly comfortable in the total darkness of the caves and the constant threat of attack by orcs made him even more unsettled. Je was not afraid to fight, or even die, but he was cold after fighting the watcher in the water. His clothes were soaked through and clung to his damp skin making it difficult to keep warm, especially without the benefit of a fire.
When he reached out a slightly trembling hand to accept the water skin Legolas was passing around, the Elf looked at his friend with surprise and without thinking, placed a comforting arm sound his shoulders. Boromir relaxed against the strong muscled chest, and as they continued to share their body warmth he felt his uneasiness vanish only to be replaced by a strong desire to kiss Legolas senseless. Legolas obviously felt the same because he leaned closer to Boromir and tentatively brushed his lips across the Man�s, sighing with pleasure when the kiss was returned with heat and passion.
Boromir had never tasted anything as sweet as the Elf�s lips and the more they kissed, the more he felt the heat of desire burning deep within. But it was his heart, not his body that fuelled the flames. He not only wanted Legolas, but he loved him and he whispered the words into the Elf�s ear.
�I love you, too,� Legolas replied, claiming Boromir�s lips in a tender yet passionate kiss that conformed the truth. Even had he not been able to feel the connection of their hearts through the joining of their lips, Boromir could see the love in the eyes that were suddenly shining brightly in the darkness.
Before that moment, neither had regarded the warm smiles, the nights spent sitting side by side, sometimes close enough to rub shoulders or a hand placed affectionately on the other�s arm as they enjoyed quiet conversation or companionable silence as anything more than friendship. Yet they had already candidly discussed their previous lovers, not in any detail, but enough to be aware that they were both experienced in the art of lovemaking and that both preferred males to females. And the fact that they were both available.
Tonight, hidden from their companions by the darkness and the small rack outcropping behind which they were seated, the only sounds were soft sighs and moans as they explored this new aspect of their relationship. Each kiss was different but intoxicating and made them both yearn fir more. Both were well aware that there was no time to pursue their awakening desire in the face of the danger they were in, so they stole kisses and intimate touches whenever possible.
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Boromir�s arms flailed wildly as he tried to maintain his balance. In his haste to escape the Balrog, he had unwittingly found himself on a staircase that ended abruptly at the edge of the deep chasm. Should he fall, as seemed likely, certain death awaited? Just when he thought he had lost the battle and felt his tenuous footing begin to slip on the crumbling rocks, a pair of strong arms belonging to Legolas suddenly pulled Boromir back. The heart of the Man that was already racing with fear beat even faster as his beloved held him close.
�Don�t leave me when I have just found you,� the sweet voice of the Elf whispered against his ear with the briefest touch of soft lips that almost felt like a kiss. Boromir�s eyes closed when a shiver of pleasure that coursed through his body as a result not only of the intimacy of the touch, but at the genuine relief and affection he heard in Legolas�s voice.
Forgetting for a moment their dire circumstances, and the many concerned faces around them, Boromir allowed a small, deep sigh of longing to escape and relaxed into the hold that had become an embrace for no more than a heartbeat. When he felt Legolas tenderly rub his cheek on his head, Boromir placed his hand over the Elf�s where it still held him tightly around the waist and caressed the elegant fingers with his thumb in a gesture that was a sensual promise of more to come later.
In fact it was not until they reached the haven of the Golden Wood that either Boromir or Legolas had the heart or the strength to further explore their physical relationship.
When they first arrived, Legolas had felt Boromir�s pain when Galadriel had looked into the son of Gondor�s heart and saw the disturbing thoughts that lay there, but his own grief kept him from offering comfort other than a warm, but sad smile. As they made their way to the area set aside for the Fellowship, Boromir lingered behind and when the others were out of sight, he drew Legolas close, and kissed him sweetly, letting him know that he accepted his new lover�s need for privacy, at least for the moment.
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�Walk with me.� Boromir invited early the next morning, offering his hand to Legolas who had spent the night adding his voice to the lament for Gandalf sung by the elves of Lothl�rien.
�First kiss me,� Legolas pleaded, wrapping his arms around Boromir�s neck and leaning close enough for their lips to meet in what was intended to simply be a brief kiss but quickly turned into something more as their bodies demanded attention. �Let us find somewhere more private, I want you. Boromir, do you want me?� Legolas asked, whispering against the soft skin of Boromir�s neck where his lips had wandered seemingly of their own accord.
�I desire nothing more than to seek pleasure in the arms of my beloved,� replied Boromir in a low husky voice that sent shivers of ecstasy down Legolas�s spine signalling to the Elf that his lover was ripe for the taking.
Once they found a suitably private glade, Boromir decided he wished to indulge in a little teasing, knowing it would make their final release even more pleasurable. Offering only a gentle nip to the sensitive tip of his lover�s ear, Boromir slowly lowered his love to the ground and then sat back and proceeded to remove first the under tunic he had slept in and then he began to slowly undo the ties on Legolas�s shirt. He reached beneath the parted opening to trail a single finger over the naked chest and as he did so he smiled inwardly with satisfaction as his lover moaned needfully and his body writhed with pleasure in response to the ecstasy caused by feather like touch.
�Do you want me to make love to you, Legolas?� he asked needlessly as he casually rubbed his finger over a nipple, teasing the small nub of flesh into hardness before bending down to lick the sensitive flesh. His hand continued downward, finally stopping to cup the cloth-covered bulge in the Elf�s leggings that was almost as hard as his own.
�You know I do, please Boromir,� Legolas begged,
�Then these need to go, too,� he commented using his mouth to untie the lacings, his teeth occasionally grazing the ever hardening bulge, each fiery touch sending flames of desire throughout Legolas�s body forcing him to grind his hips and whimper with need as he sought a firmer touch to give him release.
Boromir quickly finished removing the remainder of both his and Legolas�s clothes then sat back on his heels, gazing with hungry eyes at the golden vision sprawled out before him. Boromir moved between the invitingly spread legs and teased his lover�s hardened cock with his tongue.
�What do you want, my love?� he asked, taking a moment to kiss the sweet lips of the wantonly writhing body he held captive beneath him. As the kiss deepened, tongues danced around each other and the moist warmth of mouths were devoured hungrily leaving them both breathless and already close to becoming undone when they finally parted for air.
�Take me my love, can you not see I burn with desire for you.� Legolas�s voice was a deep throaty growl as he pulled his lover into a crushing embrace that served to bring the sweat slicked bare skin of their chests into sensuous contact and caused their hardened members to meet in a lust filled kiss of their own.
Boromir�s senses were overwhelmed and he abandoned his teasing in favour of tasting every part of his lover�s exposed flesh. Yet it was not enough to assuage the now raging need to posses the keeper of his heart, and he indicated he wanted Legolas to roll over and lie on his stomach. Legolas willingly complied offering his lover easy access to his most private place and was moaning and panting with need as he waited impatiently for Boromir to make a move. The Man sighed heavily and took a moment to admire the way the golden sunlight reflected from the body glistening with sweat before gently running his hands along Legolas�s calves, following the curve of his legs until he reached the thighs and the soft rounded globes above.
�Please Boromir! I need you now!� Legolas demanded wantonly, his voice deep and seductive as he lifted his hips and spread his +legs wider, making Boromir�s arousal even harder as he prepared to thrust deep into the warmth that he knew was now to be his alone.
�I know, but I must prepare you first. I do not wish to hurt you,� replied Boromir licking his lips in anticipation as he searched for something to ease his way, pleased to recognise the plant Faramir had once shown him that had a natural oil in its crushed leaves. It brought back pleasant memories of a time special to them both, but now was not the time for such thoughts, Boromir chided himself as he quickly retuned to his impatient lover.
�Do not delay any longer, my love. My whole body aches for release, please hurry!� begged Legolas, nodding permission eagerly as Boromir held up his oil-slicked fingers.
�Do it Boromir, all three at once! I beg of you!� In the face of such need and abandon, Boromir still tried to proceed cautiously but when Legolas impatiently thrust back and impaled himself with a satisfied groan, Boromir was lost and the fingers that had barely prepared the opening were replaced with his leaking arousal. The pace of their loving was set by the needy Elf, and was fast and hard, each backward thrust brushing Boromir�s arousal against the spot that caused waves of ecstasy to course through him, as did the firm stroking of the warm hand along his hardness.
�Ai, Boromir� so much pleasure� I am sorry, love�I can not last any longer�.� he panted breathlessly.
�Then come for me my love,� encouraged Boromir equally out of breath but continuing to ride his beloved hard until Legolas found his release and screamed his lover�s name into the silence of the early morning. Moments later a second name echoed through the air as the tightening muscle sent Boromir into the heights of ecstasy as well.
The sated lovers shared a deep and loving kiss before Boromir settled comfortably into Legolas�s arms, content just to bask in the afterglow or f their loving, occasionally sharing tender kisses and soft caresses.
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Legolas awoke with a start, at first not knowing where he was, but as the dream faded back into his memory, he realised he had fallen asleep on Boromir�s bed, the large bed in which he no doubt would have shared many nights of pleasure with his lover. �Boromir, I miss you, my love� he thought as the ache in his heart, temporarily lessened by the lingering scent of his lover, and the false hope that lead him to believe that he could feel the touch of the lips that always kissed him so sweetly, and the strength of the arms enfolding him so tenderly as they had done many a night since they declared their love back in Moria. .
�What are you doing in here, Legolas? I am sorry but these chambers are not meant to be disturbed.� Faramir called from the open doorway.
�Boromir and I were close� � Legolas began to explain, but the rest of the words caught in his throat.
�Lovers?� Faramir asked, easily seeing the truth in the Elf�s eyes.
�Yes, very much so,� Legolas words were nothing more than pained whisper.
�For how long?� Was there a hint of jealousy perhaps? Legolas was not certain; his aching heart was preventing him from thinking clearly at present.
�Forever� .� Legolas replied, somehow feeling the pain ease as he spoke to his beloved�s brother.
�Then please stay here as long as you need to,� Faramir offered with much understanding as he left the Elf with his memories.
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Faramir wandered back to his own chambers and stepped out onto the balcony, remembering the tenderness his brother had shown as a lover many years ago. It was not a memory that he felt he could share with Legolas or anyone else, but it was one he cherished.
He and Boromir had spent very little time together once the elder sibling had taken on more responsibility and training to become the leader of Gondor�s armies. They missed their quiet chats, nights at their favourite tavern and the mischief brothers often made. To make amends, they had decided to make the time to go fishing together. They chose a glade beside a nearby stream that not only was a good place to catch fish, but boasted soft grass that made an excellent bed for sleeping when the warmth of the day and the emptying wineskin made them drowsy.
Today was such a day and although no fish had yet been caught, the brothers decided to rest after enjoying the huge picnic the indulgent cook had packed for them. They were sprawled out on a large blanket, Faramir staring up at the clouds and Boromir with his eyes closed, intending to take a nap.
�Boromir, is it true that soldiers in the field sometimes indulge in intimacy?� Faramir asked just as Boromir was about to doze off. The question was totally unexpected and Boromir quickly became alert, sensing something of importance was bothering his brother.
�It is common knowledge within the ranks,� he replied, not offering any further information and not entirely comfortable discussing this with his brother who had only just officially reached adulthood.
�Have you ever made love to a man?� Faramir asked, clearly intending to continue the discussion.
�I have,� Boromir answered reluctantly but honestly.
�What was it like?�
�Why do you ask?�
�I think that perhaps I prefer men to women, but I am not certain,� Faramir replied almost shyly.
�Well, that is a dilemma best solved by experiencing both. You will soon learn where your preferences lie,� Boromir suggested seeing how upset and confused his brother was. �Maybe you and one of your friends could try it,� he added.
�I had thought of that, but I just do not seem to be able to find a suitable partner,� Faramir admitted reluctantly, his cheeks heating with embarrassment. �There is no one I would feel comfortable with, perhaps you could teach me?�
�You want me to make love to you? Faramir, we are brothers, that is simply not done!� Boromir declared, astonished that Faramir would even suggest such a thing.
�But I trust you, and I know you would not hurt me. And I do love you, my brother.. It would only be once, after all,� Faramir argued stubbornly, his mind obviously set on this path. Boromir had to admit that there was some truth to his brother�s words. A gentle touch was certainly preferable for the first time with another man, and Boromir could not bear the thought of someone inexperienced or rough being Faramir�s first lover.
�No, I would never hurt you, but the very idea makes me uncomfortable,� Boromir admitted. �I will nonetheless try as long as you promise to stop me should you wish me to.�
�I will, and you must do the same,� Faramir said as he moved closer to his brother.
Boromir took him in his arms and tenderly stroked his cheek. The touch was as light as a feather and Boromir was surprised to find his body reacting to Faramir�s soft moan of pleasure at the touch. Trying to forget it was his brother he was seducing, Boromir tilted Faramir�s chin and lightly kissed his lips. Faramir returned the kiss a little more fervently and willingly opened his lips allowing Boromir�s tongue entrance into the delicious moist warmth of Faramir�s mouth. The kiss deepened and both were soon lost in the battle for dominance that was raging between lips and tongues.
Boromir pulled Faramir�s shirt off and allowed his hands to roam freely over his brother�s body, playing with the light coating of chest hairs and seeking the nipples hidden within. Rolling one small nub between his finger and thumb, he smiled inwardly as Faramir moaned loudly and begged for more when he sucked on the hardened flesh.
Feeling the pressure of his erection against his leggings, as he knew Faramir must have also been doing Boromir suggested they stop and undress. Now totally naked, he gently pushed Faramir back onto the blanket and continued to explore his brother�s body. Lips and tongue followed the trail left by his fingers and soon Faramir was writhing in ecstasy, every inch of his skin sensitised beyond belief. Boromir could feel the tension of his imminent orgasm and deciding to offer relief so that Faramir would enjoy the lovemaking yet to come. He took as much of Faramir into his mouth as he could and sucked and tongued the hardened flesh until his brother arched his back and screamed his release, filling Boromir�s mouth with hot, thick liquid.
Boromir sat back and smiled affectionately at the panting body of his brother, whose skin was flushed and glistening with sweat and whose eyes were soft ant warm and fully sated. Faramir was truly gorgeous as in the aftermath of orgasm and Boromir felt no little envy for the one who would eventually win his brother�s heart. Love made the physical act so much more meaningful and satisfying and Faramir deserved no less.
However, as his own cock insisted on reminding him, the lesson was not yet over and Boromir searched the picnic basket for something to ease his way as he entered his brother. Faramir asked what he was looking for and suggested the crushed leaves of a plant that he heard grew along the bank of the stream. Some of the men had been talking about it and only now he realised what they used this �special� oil for. Boromir found it to be very suitable and after explaining to Faramir the need for proper preparation, and obtaining his permission to continue, he proceeded to demonstrate the more intimate act of loving.
Slowly and cautiously he slid a finger into the thoroughly prepared opening, holding Faramir�s hips with one hand to prevent him from impaling himself on the finger as lust overwhelmed him and he ignored the initial pain. A second finger followed the first, and then a third and by this time Boromir was also consumed by the need to seek release in the body that eagerly awaited him, if Faramir�s moans and cries for more were any indication. When Boromir finally brushed the hidden prostate, Faramir almost fainted from the mind-blowing pleasure of the touch and he lifted his knees, exposing his opening as much as possible, wantonly inviting Boromir to take him and fuck him into the ground.
Boromir wanted to do nothing less, but mindful of hurting his brother, he managed to show more restraint than he ever knew he possessed, and slid his rock hard, dripping cock slowly into the hot, tight channel. Faramir�s eyes bulged at the feeling of fullness, and after the initial discomfort of penetration passed, he begged Boromir to move hard and fast. Boromir was certain his brother�s screams of pleasure could be heard in Minas Tirith each time his cock brushed Faramir's prostate, but it felt so good that he simply lost himself in his own pleasure.
His thrusts were hard and fast and increasingly erratic as he neared completion. He reached between them and took Faramir�s newly hardened member in his hand and stroked it as he pumped in and out of his brother until he felt Faramir stiffen as his balls tightened signalling his climax. Hot liquid spurted over Boromir�s hand the same time as Faramir�s inner muscles contracted around his cock, sending him over the edge in a blaze of blinding white ecstasy. Exhausted and sated, Boromir slumped down beside his brother and pulled him close for a lingering kiss.
As much as they both enjoyed the experience, it was truly the only time Boromir made love to his brother, and it was a memory Faramir continued to hold dear, long after he learned that he enjoyed the soft curves of the ladies far more.
Faramir was certain the love he and Legolas felt for Boromir would draw them into quickly becoming friends, as would the Elf�s offer to help establish the gardens at Faramir�s new residence in Ithilien and he allowed his tears of grief to fall, taking comfort in the knowledge that Boromir had finally found love and happiness in Legolas�s arms.
The End
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