Title: Whispers
Author: Kelly (bloody_adorable@yahoo.com)
Pairing: Boromir/Faramir
Summary: One of the brother’s speaks of his feelings. Corny, but sure as heck fun to write!
They say it’s wrong. They say that evil things will come about, should we continue. I heard Father last night, screaming to my mother. Our mother. They used to whisper about us. They used to converse quietly, but now Father can’t hide his fear. He says that his sons are not fit to lead Gondor. He swears that what we are is her fault. But our mother has been dead for many years, so how can that be?
I’ve loved you forever. I’ve loved you since we were mere boys. Your hands, your eyes, your body are always so warm and inviting. You still creep into my room at night, each time with a different excuse. Sometimes, in the winter, you claim that your room is cold. Sometimes, in the summer, you declare that you are fearful of the thunder and lightning, which I never truly believe.
But I wait for those nights. I long for them.
You sneak into my room, making barely a whisper as you slip underneath my blankets. You know that I sleep on my side and you always climb in behind me. I feel your chilled skin upon mine and smile. Turning over, I meet your eyes, your beautiful face framed by your fair hair.
“You’re in my room,” I tease.
“I am,” you agree.
I can’t help but smile, to love you more. “And what are you going to do, now that you have crept your way into my bed?”
You climb atop me, stretching to cover my body with your own. Nuzzling my neck, you send chills across my skin. My fingers dimple your skin, pressing into places that make you gasp and moan. You take my hands away, pinning them down to the soft mattress.
“Be patient, dear brother,” you whisper, touching a finger to my lips.
“I lose my patience when it comes to you,” I admit.
You lean in closer to touch your nose to mine. You steal a fleeting kiss, not nearly enough to quench the desire burning inside me. You inch lower, your light kisses nearly searing right through me, down the center line of my torso. You circle your tongue around my navel, your teeth sinking in to my hip.
“Remember your place,” you say, brushing your lips across bare skin and sensitive places. “Should our father hear you, it will be the end of us all.”
You move my legs, settling yourself between them. When your mouth closes in around me, I have to grip the blankets in my hands and bite my lip to keep silent. You know exactly what your touch does to me, how much I long for you each night. And you use that to your advantage. I want to cry out for you, I want to scream at the feel of your hands, your tongue, your breath upon my skin. I resort to whispering, my voice somehow already hoarse. I breathe your name, my spine arched against you.
I reach down to touch your fair hair, tangling my fingers there. “Oh, I need you,” I whisper. “I need you, brother.”
For the rest of that night, you make me wish that I could love you properly. I want to hear your voice saying my name. Mostly, I want to kiss you in the sunlight, instead of hiding in the dark. But to avoid the wrath of our father, I will love you in secret. Instead, I will take comfort in your arms, here in my room, late at night. I will arch into your mouth, writhe at your touch, gasp at your kiss, for our passion knows no bounds.
And when morning arrives, I’ll whisper to you once more before you leave my bed. It will seem like an eternity until I can touch you again, before I can claim your body for my own. But that is something that I will wait anxiously for.
For you are my family.
You are my brother.
You are my lover.
~The End~
