Ficlet~Boromir/Faramir...
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archetactually, this is Faramir wishing for Boromir/Faramir. It's been my my 'current fic' queue for a long time, and though I've edited it down, it still feels a little over long, but Faramir has decided he just doesn't care..
Title: Sun
Author: Archet
Pairing: Boromir/Faramir
Rating: R
Summary: Faramir wonders and is tempted.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. I only borrowed them to make this ficlet.
Feedback: welcomed and appreciated!
~*~
My Boromir, I’ve wondered so often what you see when you look upon me. Do you see only your brother a little younger than yourself, the one whom you have teased and taught, protected and encouraged all his life? I wonder if you can see the man that’s taken the place of the little one that once trailed along in your shadow.
A man I have become, with a man’s hopes and dreams and wants, yet still I remain in your shadow. You cast a long one, brother, and though lingering there can be unkind to a heart untrained to guard itself against the hard words of our father, never would I trade my place there for any amount of kindness from him. Never would I willingly wish to leave your side.
The thoughts and desires that come upon me when I look at you would be branded as a terrible shame by most, yet, I feel none. I cannot. I think of you who have been my greatest comfort, an unflagging source of strength when mine own has lagged, and I can feel no shame. Perhaps I should, I cannot say. I only know that as the sun nourishes the earth so do you nourish me and so I will drink you in. I will revel in your warmth, in the certainty that there is no place where I would rather be than with you.
I do not worship you, though it would be an easy thing to. I know your strengths as well as your weaknesses, as you no doubt know mine. We two know so much of the other, I wonder more and more as each day turns, what do you see when you look upon me. I wonder ceaselessly in these days where the sun’s light lingers long and golden in the afternoons, as summer’s blessings slips into autumn’s hold. It is what occupies my mind and what lends the fear within my heart strength.
Do you wonder that my eyes follow you overmuch? Likely not, as they have always followed you, though now there gleams there something more than brotherly love. Now the flame within me flares brighter than ever. It burns me, Boromir.
Do you wonder that I hold you too long in my embrace after weary weeks without the sight of one another, or do you dismiss this as relief for your safe return? Can you have guessed that I live off these embraces as I live off water and bread? I make do with what I have, and dream after what I do not have. Can you know that I long to press my body into yours without the barriers of leather, velvet and amour, that I ache to know you without all the layers of duty that lie between us.
I am no innocent. Surely you have guessed this as I am now well grown. I have lain with women and with men and learned from both, though that you may not have guessed. I know what it is to be taken to the edge of ecstasy and left there until words of desperation fall from my lips like rain from the sky. I know what it is to take another to that darkly beautiful place and watch as they become lost with only me to guide them back, to hold them close in the aftermath. I wonder if anyone has taken you there, though I dare not ask. I wonder if anyone has held you close as you tremble. The wondering if you have or have not occupies my mind on every dark night that finds me alone with sleep elusive.
Who is it that touches you, and do they touch you as I would?
The day will come when I reveal myself, when the temptation of you leads me into false hope that you might receive me with the open arms of a lover. And I must call it false hope for to do anything else would to be too difficult to bear. To think that I could have you, claim ownership of your abandon in my bed, know your skin flushed with desire, those beautiful eyes darkened with pleasure that I have brought is beyond my courage. I ache for you but lack the bravery to reach for you, so I content myself with fleeting touches, with shared smiles and all the innocent moments that rise up and tempt me. It is little enough to live on, far too little, but having you turn from me is unthinkable.
What would the earth do without the sun except whither and die? I have no wish to live in everlasting night, to lie in the dark without your warmth, yet...I do this already.
What do you see when you look upon me, Boromir? Does the lust and longing shine as beckons on high? Does the desire I hold for you fly as plainly, as brightly as our army’s battle standards?
I have said I feel no shame and that I feel fear and both these things are true. I love you and I fear you brother, for you command so much of my heart that it seems no longer my own at times. I am afraid I might simply lose myself in you, in you who knows me as no other, but who yet still does not know my greatest want. I fear and long for the day where I might give you this last hidden piece of myself.
You tempt me so unknowingly. The unguarded moments that I know you give to no one else. Those long nights where you share with me your own hidden doubts and cares, where you reach for my hand and say, sit with me a while, Faramir, gives rise to the hope that maybe...maybe you would welcome the touch of my hands, my mouth against your bare skin.
I imagine you arching beneath me, bright as a flame and pleading, of you inside me and surrounding me, commanding me. I dream of you held safe in my arms, body damp, used, hot and sated, of my lips sipping the sweat from your skin. Oh, Boromir, as the sun commands the skies, so do you command my dreams. You’ve taken me without a kiss or a caress and I lie in my lonely bed in the deep, dark hours of the night and revel in the illusion of you. My love bends all my thoughts upon you.
My Boromir, like the earth I turn my face to you and flourish in your warmth. I hope never to be without it, and even as I do I wonder if the next time I see you if my caution will falter. If the next time I embrace you, finally, I might risk all for my first taste of you. I wonder when that time comes if, at last, you will see in me the passion that waits, that burns everlasting for you. I wonder what you might say or do, and what it would cost me to find out.
I lie awake in the night and wonder, and await the coming of the sun, my love, my dream, my brother.
Title: Sun
Author: Archet
Pairing: Boromir/Faramir
Rating: R
Summary: Faramir wonders and is tempted.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. I only borrowed them to make this ficlet.
Feedback: welcomed and appreciated!
~*~
My Boromir, I’ve wondered so often what you see when you look upon me. Do you see only your brother a little younger than yourself, the one whom you have teased and taught, protected and encouraged all his life? I wonder if you can see the man that’s taken the place of the little one that once trailed along in your shadow.
A man I have become, with a man’s hopes and dreams and wants, yet still I remain in your shadow. You cast a long one, brother, and though lingering there can be unkind to a heart untrained to guard itself against the hard words of our father, never would I trade my place there for any amount of kindness from him. Never would I willingly wish to leave your side.
The thoughts and desires that come upon me when I look at you would be branded as a terrible shame by most, yet, I feel none. I cannot. I think of you who have been my greatest comfort, an unflagging source of strength when mine own has lagged, and I can feel no shame. Perhaps I should, I cannot say. I only know that as the sun nourishes the earth so do you nourish me and so I will drink you in. I will revel in your warmth, in the certainty that there is no place where I would rather be than with you.
I do not worship you, though it would be an easy thing to. I know your strengths as well as your weaknesses, as you no doubt know mine. We two know so much of the other, I wonder more and more as each day turns, what do you see when you look upon me. I wonder ceaselessly in these days where the sun’s light lingers long and golden in the afternoons, as summer’s blessings slips into autumn’s hold. It is what occupies my mind and what lends the fear within my heart strength.
Do you wonder that my eyes follow you overmuch? Likely not, as they have always followed you, though now there gleams there something more than brotherly love. Now the flame within me flares brighter than ever. It burns me, Boromir.
Do you wonder that I hold you too long in my embrace after weary weeks without the sight of one another, or do you dismiss this as relief for your safe return? Can you have guessed that I live off these embraces as I live off water and bread? I make do with what I have, and dream after what I do not have. Can you know that I long to press my body into yours without the barriers of leather, velvet and amour, that I ache to know you without all the layers of duty that lie between us.
I am no innocent. Surely you have guessed this as I am now well grown. I have lain with women and with men and learned from both, though that you may not have guessed. I know what it is to be taken to the edge of ecstasy and left there until words of desperation fall from my lips like rain from the sky. I know what it is to take another to that darkly beautiful place and watch as they become lost with only me to guide them back, to hold them close in the aftermath. I wonder if anyone has taken you there, though I dare not ask. I wonder if anyone has held you close as you tremble. The wondering if you have or have not occupies my mind on every dark night that finds me alone with sleep elusive.
Who is it that touches you, and do they touch you as I would?
The day will come when I reveal myself, when the temptation of you leads me into false hope that you might receive me with the open arms of a lover. And I must call it false hope for to do anything else would to be too difficult to bear. To think that I could have you, claim ownership of your abandon in my bed, know your skin flushed with desire, those beautiful eyes darkened with pleasure that I have brought is beyond my courage. I ache for you but lack the bravery to reach for you, so I content myself with fleeting touches, with shared smiles and all the innocent moments that rise up and tempt me. It is little enough to live on, far too little, but having you turn from me is unthinkable.
What would the earth do without the sun except whither and die? I have no wish to live in everlasting night, to lie in the dark without your warmth, yet...I do this already.
What do you see when you look upon me, Boromir? Does the lust and longing shine as beckons on high? Does the desire I hold for you fly as plainly, as brightly as our army’s battle standards?
I have said I feel no shame and that I feel fear and both these things are true. I love you and I fear you brother, for you command so much of my heart that it seems no longer my own at times. I am afraid I might simply lose myself in you, in you who knows me as no other, but who yet still does not know my greatest want. I fear and long for the day where I might give you this last hidden piece of myself.
You tempt me so unknowingly. The unguarded moments that I know you give to no one else. Those long nights where you share with me your own hidden doubts and cares, where you reach for my hand and say, sit with me a while, Faramir, gives rise to the hope that maybe...maybe you would welcome the touch of my hands, my mouth against your bare skin.
I imagine you arching beneath me, bright as a flame and pleading, of you inside me and surrounding me, commanding me. I dream of you held safe in my arms, body damp, used, hot and sated, of my lips sipping the sweat from your skin. Oh, Boromir, as the sun commands the skies, so do you command my dreams. You’ve taken me without a kiss or a caress and I lie in my lonely bed in the deep, dark hours of the night and revel in the illusion of you. My love bends all my thoughts upon you.
My Boromir, like the earth I turn my face to you and flourish in your warmth. I hope never to be without it, and even as I do I wonder if the next time I see you if my caution will falter. If the next time I embrace you, finally, I might risk all for my first taste of you. I wonder when that time comes if, at last, you will see in me the passion that waits, that burns everlasting for you. I wonder what you might say or do, and what it would cost me to find out.
I lie awake in the night and wonder, and await the coming of the sun, my love, my dream, my brother.
