It had hurt. Boromir could still feel the pinpricks of the hollow ivory
needle, the drop of special ink into the tube, the slight burn as the
ink soaked into the pinpricks to permanently mark his skin. It took
two days to complete, but the final portrait was a thing of beauty.
The trunk of the White Tree rose along his spine, to give him the
courage of old oak and pride. Its curling branches spanned beneath his
shoulders, to help bear their burdens in it's cradling arms. Its roots
spread at the base of his spine, finding deep hold there, and the seven
crowning stars rose over the branches to adorn his neck and shoulders.
For days afterward it stung, painful under his softest tunic, chafing
against leather armor and rubbed raw by the bright metal armor that
weighed heavily on him. But now, this moment of bare skin and slick
silk sheets was glorious. The ache was all but gone, the soothing glide
of fine linen on his chest relaxed him, and he was in a moment of rare
serenity when his brother entered his room.
"Brother, I--" Whatever Faramir had meant to say was lost
at the inviting sight before him. Boromir's nude body spread open wide
in front of him, the familiar back covered with… living art. "It's
beautiful."
Boromir nodded. "Aye, it is." He turned his head over his
shoulder, cheek resting on the pillows. "You can touch it if you
like." It had been close to two months since he and Faramir had
had a chance to be together, and his body was starting to hum with Faramir's
nearness.
Faramir perched on the side of Boromir's bed and let his fingertips
stroke gently over the drawing on his brother's skin. Slow amazement
at first, growing bolder the longer he touched, and Faramir was in awe.
He leaned over and pressed a kiss to the highest star, the one at the
base of Boromir's neck, and his brother purred.
Faramir shivered with pleasure at the rumbling from Boromir's throat.
Now that he had approval, Faramir moved and straddled Boromir's legs
and he kissed the roots of the tree, dragging his teeth and tongue along
each twining strand. "Roots," he murmured against Boromir's
skin.
His tongue dragged upwards, following the trunk, licking between the
lines, feeling taut skin rippling under his lips. His mouth curved into
a smile as he followed the dips and curves, tasting sweat and a hint
of ink, the heavy musk of leather and the sharply bitter tang of metal
from Boromir's armor. Faramir's fingers followed his tongue in reverse,
stroking down the trunk, down over the tangled roots, then down even
further, teasing the cleft between Boromir's cheeks.
Boromir arched like a lazy cat under Faramir's touch, his back bowing
and making the leaves of the tree look as though they were rustling
in a breeze. "Trunk," he murmured, letting his fingers tease
his brother's opening.
Boromir arched again at the teasing brushes, and stifled a groan.
"Your touch is magic," he breathed out, shifting his body
so that it opened further, inviting a deeper touch.
"And your body a sin," Faramir murmured in answer, pressing
another kiss to the highest star. His mouth moved to the left, and starting
with the lowest branch, he began to trace every curving spire. Twisting
back on itself, then unfurling outward to spread across his brother's
broad shoulder, Faramir licked every twig.
With every flick of his tongue, Faramir teased a little harder. Never
penetrating, his fingers too dry for entry, he nevertheless teased Boromir
mercilessly. And Boromir was responding, twitching and squirming against
Faramir's fingers. Silently begging with every movement, Boromir's legs
spread wide in wanton offering to his brother.
Faramir pressed a kiss to the peak of the topmost branch, at the point
where it split into two symmetrical spires. He removed his hand entirely,
seeking the familiar bottle of oil always kept by the bedside as he
moved to the right, and began tracing down the other side of the tree's
branches.
He found the bottle by blind touch as his tongue scraped eagerly over
the spreading design, echoing in reverse the path he'd taken on the
previous side. "Branches," he murmured, ending up where he'd
begun, at the top of the trunk.
The bottle lid was hinged, the mouth was wide enough to admit a single
finger, and Faramir shifted his weight once more to lean forward, sucking
bruising kisses as he counted each star off.
"One." Faramir brought his slick finger to stroke over Boromir's
twitching hole, causing his brother to gasp and slide his legs over
the sheets in hunger.
"Two." He left a ring of teeth marks around the second star
as he pressed his finger inside, listening with pride to the groans
from his brother's throat.
"Three." He withdrew his digits long enough to slick the
second, then slipped both inside his brother. Boromir arched again,
tightened around the fingers, trying his best to pull the teasing fingers
deeper.
"Four." Faramir's other hand went to the lacings of his
trousers, pulling the rawhide strands loose to free himself entirely.
"Five." He stroked his cock roughly, soothing the hunger.
The taste of Boromir's skin was an aphrodisiac and intoxicant all at
once, and he buried his moan in Boromir's shoulder.
"Six." Two fingers withdrew, and Faramir added a third as
he let go of his cock, bending Boromir's neck forward to better expose
the final star.
"Seven." Faramir's teeth sunk into Boromir's beck again
as his cock slid into his brother's body. "Stars," he gritted
out hoarsely as he buried himself.
Boromir cried out in ecstasy as he was finally filled. His skin had
been so sensitized by Faramir's worshipful explorations that every touch
made him shudder.
Faramir, on the other hand, was completely obsessed with the tattoo
on his brother's skin. Even as his cock thrust deep into the welcoming
heat his tongue couldn't leave it, laving the trunk with flat licks
as he slid into his brother again and again.
The hair on the back of Boromir's bare thighs raked against the grain
of Faramir's rough leather pants, and he moaned with the exquisite sensation.
His hips lifted up into Faramir's strokes, offering deeper access for
his lover's cock. He pled in soft whimpers for more, harder and faster,
panting as Faramir's tongue still licked over his body.
Teasing wet swipes over excruciatingly sensitive skin, the rough texture
of Faramir's tongue and the scruff of his beard rubbing the tattoo raw
again in a purely pleasurable way. He pressed his chest against the
sheets, scratching stiff nipples and hair against the soft fabric, moaning
again as it slid like water over his flushed skin.
Faramir rocked steadily into Boromir's body, dragging his hands up
and over Boromir's body to link their fingers together, using their
joined strength to pull himself harder into his brother, adding more
power behind every thrust. His cock jerked in the tight passage that
clung to it, shuddering hard with every twitch as he abandoned the trunk
for the inked stars, trailing his tongue over the teeth marks that ringed
the second and seventh stars, licking over bruises that were starting
to redden and flower out around the rest of them.
Boromir was sucking the backs of Faramir's fingers, bringing their
joined hands together and kissing them fervently, pulling the long digits
into his mouth and slurping hungrily on each one before letting it slide
out and moving on to the other. He nipped at wide knuckles, dragging
teeth harmlessly over his brother's skin as he teased, pulling up onto
his knees, torso still pressed to the bed as he rode the hard pounding
that Faramir was giving him.
Faramir was moaning too, feeling his skin prickling inside its linen
and leather trappings, nipples scratching against his tunic as he rocked,
pushing to the hilt with every stroke. His vision narrowed until his
brother was the entire scope of it, dark haloes of light around the
edges as the tattoo seemed brighter than ever. It drew his teeth, dropping
bites at the tip of every branch, aroused more than he'd realized by
the taste and feel of Boromir's skin under him.
He came with a hard shudder, earlier than he meant to as he muffled
his cry in Boromir's shoulder, then rolled to his side, reaching over
Boromir's hip to wrap his hands around his lover's hard shaft. He stroked
it hard, viciously so as he scraped over the highest bruised star with
his teeth, rolling his hips as he stroked, urging his brother on to
his orgasm.
Boromir's body shuddered as Faramir came inside him, felt the heat
spreading through the pit of his belly and melting him inside as he
rolled over. In their new position, Faramir's cock, softening but still
stroking inside him, rammed repeatedly against his prostate. His cock
jerked hard in Faramir's hand, coming with a hoarse cry and a buck of
his hips.
He and Faramir were both panting, and Faramir's exhalations were puffing
against his back and shoulder as fingertips smeared his sweat along
the lines of the tattoo.
"I take it you approve?" Boromir said teasingly, then moaned
at the tightening of Faramir's grip around his cock.
"I approve."
The End
