Faramir awoke when the sun began to filter in through the western facing windows of the chamber. He lifted his head from where it had been pillowed against Boromir's strong chest and looked groggily around himself.
Boromir was curled up on his side, sleeping deeply, and on Faramir's other side lay Aragorn. The Ranger was sprawled on his back, a sheaf of dark wavy hair tumbling over his brow.
Faramir carefully crept from the bed and stood to briefly admire the two exquisite male forms before bending to retrieve his discarded linen shirt from the floor, slipping it on over his nakedness, where it hung to about mid-thigh length. Satisfied, he padded softly across the chamber to the small antechamber beyond, where a tall window faced west.
As Faramir stood looking out over the western sky, he ran the events that had taken place only a couple of hours ago and was not surprised at all to find that they had taken on the unreal shades of a dream. However, it was not only the dull but not unpleasant soreness in his nether regions that reminded him otherwise, but also the complete sense of inner joy that he felt. The feeling that had persisted since Faramir had been introduced to the pleasures that Boromir and Aragorn had heretofore only sought with each other.
At the memory of those pleasures, Faramir felt a pleasant fluttering in the pit of his stomach, and his shaft shifted a bit beneath the hanging tail of his shirt. It was still incredible to him that such feelings of warmth and peace could be had from an act that Faramir had always been taught to believe was base and shameful, but it did not change the fact of it. Aragorn and Boromir had done far more than merely rob him of his innocence. They had healed his soul. A soul that had been marred with deep wounds caused by long years of scorn and disdain.
That thought led to another less pleasant one, and Faramir felt a chill come over him even as he watched the bright ball of the sun sinking lower on the horizon, soon to be lost behind the looming shoulder of Mount Mindollin.
What if Father were to learn of what had taken place here? For such behavior to happen within the walls of Minas Tirith would be bad enough, but Faramir did not dare to guess what wrath would be unleashed upon them if Denethor found his own sons were committing these acts within the Tower itself.
Aragorn......king or not, for Faramir had no doubts that Denethor would rather die himself than acknowledge Aragorn as king......would likely be imprisoned and possibly even put to death. Faramir would likely be exiled, never again to be allowed within the walls of his home city.
Boromir alone would be held blameless. Faramir knew this almost instinctively, though not a single tinge of bitterness or envy entered his mind as he thought this. It was simply the way things were. The way they had always been since their mother's death. Boromir did not wish to be the favored son. Indeed, the older he grew, the more more embarassed and uncomfortable he became with his father's almost obsessive adoration and burgeoning faith in him.
But Faramir did not wish to dwell on such unpleasant things. Aragorn and Boromir would have a care. They would ensure that they were not discovered, and Faramir was content with that.
His thoughts were cut off as heard the soft sound of a footstep behind him. He turned his head to see Boromir standing behind him, still gloriously and confidently naked. Faramir felt another more proufound stirring between his thighs as he let his eyes roam unashamedly over his brother's magnificent body.
A guarded sort of tenderness filled Boromir's expression as he asked in a husky whisper, "are you all right?"
Faramir smiled at Boromir's concern, feeling both touched and pleased by it. "Yes, I am quite well, Boromir. Have no fear, for I regret none of what has transpired."
Visibly relaxing slightly, but still maintaining a slightly cautious stance, Boromir moved closer to his younger sibling as Faramir turned completely to face him.
"You regret none of it?" Boromir asked softly, the emphasis he placed on the word "none" not being lost on Faramir at all.
Stepping right up to Boromir so that the loose linen fabric of his shirt brushed his brother's chest and stomach, Faramir held Boromir's gaze as he repeated firmly, "aye....none of it."
Now the expression of relief on Boromir's face was complete, and was slowly transforming to one of interest as he allowed himself to fully view his beloved brother with new eyes.
Slowly, Boromir brought his hands up to bracket Faramir's hips, his eyes dropping to the hanging hem of his brother's shirt as he licked his lips and said softly, "you know I have always loved you, dearest Faramir."
Faramir swallowed a bit hard and nodded, feeling his pulse quicken as Boromir's hands began to slide upwards, pulling up the hem of his shirt along with it in slow increments.
"But to love you in such a way as this...." Boromir continued, not stopping the slow pace of his hands until the tail of Faramir's shirt was gathered up around his waist, leaving his lower regions completely exposed.
"'Tis more than I would have dared to dream," Boromir finished in a rough whisper, leaning forward to brush his lips lightly over Faramir's, causing the younger Gondorian to part his lips with a soft sigh, his eyes growing dark and heavy-lidded as he allowed his more experienced elder brother to take charge of him. For he knew instinctively that Boromir would teach him the art of desire, just as he had taught him the art of warfare.
Slowly, his gaze never straying from his brother's face, Boromir maneuvered Faramir backwards a few steps until he was standing against the wall behind him. Then Boromir wasted no time in stepping forward, pressing his body fully against Faramir's, from chest to thigh, and Faramir gasped softly as he felt the heat and solidity of Boromir's impressive erection pushing against his own steadily hardening organ.
Boromir's mouth descended over Faramir's, sliding over it, mapping out its contours. His teeth nipped with lustful insistence at the fullness of Faramir's lower lip, sucking on it tenderly immediately afterward to take away the sting.
As Boromir began to softly rub his hips against his brother's, Faramir could not suppress a gasping whimper, causing his lips to part and inviting Boromir to plunder his mouth more effectively. The kiss deepened as Boromir slid his tongue into the welcoming chamber of Faramir's mouth, licking and darting, as Faramir opened up to him in a gesture of complete and utter surrender.
Inflamed and enboldened by Faramir's eager passivity, Boromir growled softly in a predatory fashion, his hands bunching in the linen fabric bunched up around Faramir's waist, continuing the soft, glancing contact of their erections with controlled undulating motions of his hips, while at the same time resisting Faramir's attempts to push his body tighter against his.
With a muffled sound, Faramir reached around to grasp Boromir's hips, his fingers lightly digging into the sideswells of Boromir's firm buttocks as he tried to pull his elder brother closer.
Boromir broke the kiss with a knowing smile, his eyes bright with desire and regard as he continued to resist Faramir's attempts to coax him further forward. He raked the hem of Faramir's shirt up higher, feeling the softness of the hair that lightly covered his younger brother's chest rubbing against his own skin as he moved against him.
"Beautiful, greedy Faramir," Boromir purred in a playfully reproachful tone. With a swift motion, he suddenly pulled Faramir's shirt completely off over his head and tossed it to the floor. Then he reached down to interlace his fingers with Faramir's and pulled Faramir's arms up over his head, pinning his wrists to the wall.
"You must learn to wait for release," Boromir said now, his voice a deep, seductive rumble in Faramir's ear as he softly passed his tongue over his younger brother's neck. "For you will find that to delay your impulses will make the final moment that much sweeter."
Faramir felt almost dizzy with lust as Boromir's mouth feasted in earnest on his neck, feeling the hardness of Boromir's strong body against his, and the heady, musky scent of his arousal,, and the soft purrs of obvious delight that escaped his throat. It was enough to drive Faramir mad.
Then Boromir's mouth was on his again, his tongue delving deeply and insistently as he kissed him with increased aggression. At the same time, he began the slow movements of his hips again, sliding the hot length of his penis against Faramir's own throbbing member. The friction was barely tolerable to begin with, but it began to build and intensify until it grew damned near torturous as the minutes ticked by.
Faramir's entire body shuddered and a frustrated whimper was poured into Boromir's mouth as he began to move his hips in time with Boromir's motions, feeling as though a fire were building within his loins, and this in turn served to elevate Boromir's passions. The elder Gondorian's kisses were now rough, demanding; bruising the tender flesh of Faramir's lips.
Faramir's brows knitted above his tightly closed eyes as the sensations slowly ate away at his self-control. His hands, still pinned to the wall in his brother's iron grip, were clenching helplessly, his nails making half-moon shaped dents in the backs of Boromir's hands.
Finally, unable to stand it anymore, Faramir pulled his head abruptly back from the kiss, his voice ragged and hoarse with need, his eyes glazed and unfocused.
"Boromir, for pity's sake, you shall drive me mad. Please, my brother....oh gods....."
Panting and smiling indulgently, Boromir replied, "but what a divine way to lose one's senses, would you not agree, my treasure?" He nipped again at Faramir's kiss-swollen lips as he pressed his hips harder against Faramir's.
A deep groan burst from Faramir's throat, filled with need and frustration as he forcefully broke the hold that Boromir had on his wrists. Immediately, Faramir's arms were around Boromir's slender waist, his hands pushing at Boromir's backside, his fingers grasping almost cruelly at the yielding firmness.
Boromir answered with a loud groan of his own at the sudden intensification of sensation as well as the unexpected aggressiveness that Faramir displayed. Now the elder Gondorian could feel his own considerable control slipping away as he mirrored Faramir's pose, grabbing double handfuls of his younger brother's plump buttocks and pulling his groin even tighter against his own.
Faramir thought he would split apart before the delicious torment ended. He tilted his head back against the wall, perspiration gleaming on his face and plastering golden locks of hair to his neck. His hips bucked frantically in his almost manic search for release. He could feel Boromir's hot breath fanning over his neck and his moans of pleasure in his ear as his movements became as rough and urgent as his own.
As they neared the summit together, the groans of both brothers steepened to hoarsely voiced cries and curses as they each hovered on the knife edge of ecstasy, caring about nothing but the feel of their bodies rubbing together, and the burning need in their loins.
Faramir's fingers were so deeply buried in Boromir's buttocks that he was sure he would draw blood, but that thought was lost in the white-hot flare of sensation that tore through him as he reached his peak. His threw his head back, uttering a sound that was almost a sob as he lost himself.
Panting and growling ferally, Boromir could not hold back any longer after seeing Faramir come undone just for him. It was quite possibly the most beautiful sight Boromir had ever seen, and he felt a great sense of brotherly pride that he was able to bestow such pleasure upon Faramir. And this pride, mingled with a sudden wave of almost galvanizing love for his younger brother, was enough to to trigger his own orgasm.
He lowered his head, shuddering, his hair hanging limp with sweat about his flushed face as he felt the first intense burst of pleasure, and he uttered a gasping cry as he watched his penis erupt violently, splashing his hot milky fluids over Faramir's groin and abdomen.
The brothers clung to each other in the aftermath, feeling the tremors of reaction rippling through one-anothers muscles and hearing the mingled sound of their harsh breathing. They were almost mirror images as they stood together. Two gleaming, toned bodies, ivory-skinned and golden-haired, entwined in one another's arms like some sort of beautiful erotic sculpture. These thoughts went through Aragorn's mind as he stood in the shadows of the doorway, with only a silk dressing gown thrown over his shoulders, watching them, even as his own shaft throbbed and wept after witnessing the last few minutes of the brothers' passion.
Now he deliberately stepped into the faint light cast by the dwindling rays of the sun coming through the window, and said in his soft, rasping voice, "I trust you both have some strength left in you to attend to me as well?"
Faramir lifted his head, smiling affectionately, while Boromir turned to look over his shoulder at his lover, his green eyes glimmering in the shadows, deeply sated, but always willing to do more.
Then Aragorn stepped up beside the brothers and let his gaze wander over their bodies, focusing on the gleaming wetness coating their spent organs. Without a word he suddenly reached down to stroke his forefinger lightly over the surface of Faramir's penis, then over Boromir's, causing both to gasp softly. Then they watched as Aragorn lifted the finger to his mouth, tasting their combined essences, his brilliant blue eyes looking both playful and intense.
"So, what have you to say about that, my beauties?" he purred.
The brothers exchanged a glance, then at some unspoken signal, carefully peeled their bodies away from one another's as they each stood to one side of Aragorn, wasting no time in pushing the loose robe from his shoulders and encouraging it to slide to the floor so that the Ranger now stood as naked as they were.
"I think an evening bath is in order," Faramir murmured, running his fingers idly through the dark tangles of Aragorn's hair.
"Indeed, you are right, little brother," Boromir chimed in, licking his lips as he let his gaze wander over Aragorn's face. "Care to join us in the bathing chamber, Aragorn?"
"Mmm......I believe I would," Aragorn replied softly. He wrapped an arm around Faramir's shoulders, pulling him close, and at the same time embraced Boromir with his other arm, bestowing a soft, but purposeful kiss to the elder Gondorian's mouth. "Melethron," he whispered tenderly, nuzzling Boromir's neck.
With a gentle smile that was nevertheless filled with anticipation, Faramir led the way to the bathing chamber, with his brother and his king following closely behind.