Do-Over.

The Scene.


The scene was a revelation of emotions for both of them. It was there in the looks they had to share, when they had to embrace, and the fleeting touches. To the untrained eye they were damn good actors, but to each of them and the trained eye they were trying to not appear too turned on.

Their characters of Faramir and Boromir embrace hard like two brothers would, but their bodies press close for a moment, and no other notice.

“Good speech… Nice and short,” Faramir quips

“Leaves more time for drinking!” Boromir replies, making them both laugh as they still stand near each other. His heart is pounding. Can they all hear it? That excited tripping that multiplies the beat almost painfully. It puts a ruddy flush to his bearded face, makes the laughter he is giving breathier than usual.

Boromir glances around at all the men. “Break out the ale. These men are thirsty!” Everyone cheers, including Faramir, and the joy on his face enthralls the actor. They move to the area where there is a keg, and he breaks it open and fills two tankards. Turning to David who plays Faramir he holds one of the drinks out to him. “Remember today, little brother. Today, life is good.”

They hold a gaze of smiles for a long moment, and then Faramir looks to his left and the joy on his face is gone. All emotion disappears, and Boromir senses the sudden change, sees that the sun has been obliterated in the other man’s eyes and smile. “What?”

Faramir turns partially away from his left side as though trying to block something very unappealing from his sight. “He’s here.”

Boromir knows. There is only one ‘he’ they can be discussing. He glances over, and sees their father with a wreath of smiles upon his face interacting with the men and speaking a few words to them here and there. The sun fades in his world as well. “Oh, a moment of peace… Can he not give us that?” he demands, his voice a growl of frustration.

He is loath to leave his brother, but he pastes a bright smile upon his face, and turns to Denethor before the older man reaches them. Ever is he the shield between their father and his brother. Denethor’s hate and constant humiliation of Faramir is unfounded and unacceptable. And Boromir lets Denethor know this as he defends his brother and walks away from their father. Denethor is startled that his beloved firstborn would do this, and he follows. A rather intense discussion ensues, and when Boromir nears his brother once more as though for shelter of his own when denying a trip to Rivendell to get the One Ring Faramir does not hesitate to rescue him, offering to go in his stead. Boromir sees the shuttered look that overcomes the handsome young face as Denethor spews insults at him with poisonous venom, and his heart aches. They are both doomed, and their father is the executioner.

Mounted upon his horse Boromir gazes up at the White Tree of Gondor flag flying high above. Somehow he knows this will be the last time he looks upon it. His gaze lowers to Faramir. This will be the last time he looks upon him as well. Faramir senses it also for his own eyes are slow to lift and meet his, and the hesitation is understood, but lift them he does, and the show of courage chokes Boromir. How he loves his brother. How he hates having to leave him.

“Remember today, little brother.” Can he hear the love lacing his words? Can he feel the love in my gaze? His eyes are red rimmed, devoid of all joy and light. Boromir wants to comfort him, to hold him, to refuse to go or to take Faramir upon the horse before him and leave together. Not to Rivendell, but away. Simply away from their father, his hate and misplaced devotion, and the threat of Mordor. But he knows his duty to his people. They both do. Despite their father, and his poisoned mind and heart they love Gondor, and the people they have tried so valiantly to protect. They cannot forsake them to Mordor. They know their duty.

Still gazing deeply into each other’s eyes Boromir nods imperceptibly, and Faramir returns it. They know their duty. They are secure in the knowledge that they each love the other. That is enough. Boromir turns the mount, and leaves Gondor for the last time.


The Reality.


Sean Bean And David Wenham embras ths their characters of Faramir and Boromir, a hard clasping that makes their bodies press together. Their gazes touch a moment, and they hold the embrace as long as they dare without arousing questions ~~ and arousing only each other. Even when they break apart it is not far, and they are still touching. To others it is a moment of joy between two brothers, to them it is the need for that physical contact to continue a while longer.

“Good speech… Nice and short,” David quips, and there is a curl to his lips that Sean finds enthralling and makes him flush with pleasure to see it.

His line nearly eludes him he is so attuned to David. “Leaves more time for drinking!” They both laugh, and the rumbling as they still hold onto each other’s arms makes them move slightly closer again. If only they were alone, Sean thinks to himself. He would nuzzle and kiss that tempting neck David bares as he throws his head back slightly and laughs. It is like teasing him, that barely shown column of skin, torturing him with need to touch it and taste it.

“Break out the ale. These men are thirsty!” he shouts, and everyone cheers. Including David. His eyes are lit up, and a flush of either pleasure or arousal blossoms upon his face. Sean likes to think he is the cause of that flush, and not acting. He likes to think he can intensify it later when they are alone. And they will be e lae later. He prays that Peter Jackson calls it a day after this scene, and they can slip away and slip out of these Gondorian costumes, and slip against each other.

That thought makes him shiver, and an electrical jolt races from his pounding heart to his now awakening cock. He forces himself to walk to the keg and break it open. Grabbing two tankards he fills them, his eyes becoming unfocused for a moment as he envisions not tankards in his hands, but David’s swollen and down covered balls. A sound breaks the vision, and he turns to David to hand him a tankard.

“Remember today, little brother. Today life is good.” They drink, and Sean is glad he doesn’t have to speak for a moment. He can simply stare at David, try to calm his rising cock before everyone realizes his predicament and the scene has to be restarted. He doesn’t want to restart. He wants this to finish so he can lead David to some secluded spot, strip that costume off him, inhale his scent and run his palms over the muscles and tendons that define his hard body, and instead of tasting drink taste the essence that is David and makes him so addictive.

David knows Sean is aroused, and desperately trying to control it, and it excites him beyond words to know that he has that effect on the older man. He can also understand his condition. That embrace earlier had him wishing they could remain that way a long while, just holding and touching each other. He loves the feel of Sean’s body that is fuller than his own, hard and yet smooth to the touch, and strong. His body looks soft, but it belies the strength hidden beneath the clothes. Only denims do him justice, especially if they mold to his thighs and firm ass. Just thinking of Sean in nothing but denims is making his mouth water, and his eyes dilate.

He remembers to look to his left though Sean forgot he was supposed to. He looks so sexy and relaxed leaning against the wall. But he looks, and Sean sees the change on his face. He hates this part. He doesn’t want to act this part of the scene out. It takes the joy out of David, and Sean dislikes seeing David upset. When they are alone, and David is upset Sean coaxes him out of it with whatever means necessary in hopes to see those eyes glow again and that smile light his face. But for now they are gone, and Sean wishes they didn’t have to act this part of the scene out. He would much rather remain here standing close to Davnd lnd letting the sight of him fuel his arousal.

“What?” his smile begins to fade. He hates this part.

“He’s here.” David turns away from where ‘Denethor’ is interacting with the extras. He hates to admit it, but Denethor is such a believable character that sometimes his words pierce the illusion of character and stabs at David. He knows it’s stupid to feel that way, but he does. And he dislikes seeing how he and Sean embrace. If he was honest, and he was, he dislikes seeing anyone touch Sean. Anyone but himself.

When Sean moves out of his sight David feels lonely. It was often as such. When Sean was near him he felt warm and secure and wanted. When Sean was apart from him he felt empty and cold. Nothing could make him smile like that rakish tilt to Sean’s grin. And nothing could turn him on like the way Sean looked at him. A frisson gave him gooseflesh, and he inhaled deeply. This was neither the place nor the time to get horny. Christ, nothing in the script said that Faramir waved goodbye to his brother Boromir with a huge hard-on.

When ‘Denethor’ followed ‘Boromir’ closer David spoke his line, and then that shuttered look came to his face. He tuned out the hurtful words, and in their stead pretended that Sean was growling something erotic in his quest for seduction. He couldn’t deny that when Sean started to talk dirty he practically assumed the position and let him have his way. There is nothing sexier than being wanted.

Sean gazes up at the flag, sitting astride the horse. Soon, he realizes. Soon they will be done filming and he can have David all to himself. He looks down at David, and that soft and sad light in his eyes makes his chest ache. He wants to reach down, pull David up before him, stroke his face tenderly and kiss him, and leave together. But that isn’t in the script. ‘Fuck the script!’ his mind rages.

“Remember today, little brother,” he softly tells him. His lips speak the line, but his eyes tell a different story. Can David tell what he is feeling at this moment? Can he tell that he wants to shut the world out and spend long hours losing himself within David? Yes, he can tell. David’s eyes have that look to them, that look that he wants the same things, and Sean gives an imperceptible nod, and David returns it. He turns the horse away, and his heart races. He cannot wait to have his lover alone.

They call a cut, and Peter calls it a day. Everyone breaks off, and Sean follows David from several paces behind. ‘Can you feel me stalking you?’ he sends out the mental message. ‘Can you feel how fucking painfully horny I am?’

David glances back once, sees Sean intently staring at him and following, and his heart begins to race. He knows what will happen if Sean corners him somewhere private, and he can’t wait for it. There is a slight tremor in his limbs, and the anticipation has him breathing hard already. Moistening suddenly dry lips he heads for the wardrobe trailer, and goes into the back where a changing area is located.

David’s hands tremble and he fumbles with the Gondorian costume. “Get a hold of yourself,” he hisses to himself, taking a deep breath to calm himself, but visions of what he knows Sean has planned for them flitter unbidden through his mind and wreaking havoc with his body.

Large and powerful hands grasp his wrists, pinning his hands behind his back in one strong grip as he is pushed up against the wall. A big body presses into him, and David can feel the bold and suggestive rubbing of a hard-on into his ass. Sharp teeth clamp onto one earlobe, tug gently, and then scrape softly off. Hot breath moistened his ear, and then came the low and growled whisper.

“I want to rip your clothes off, kiss and lick you all over, and then fuck you until you beg me for mercy.”

David’s heart sped and rammed against his ribcage so loudly it was painful. His body reacted to those naughty words in an instant, his cock now expanding and thickening. Sometimes Sean talked raunchy to get a reaction out of him. And it worked. It always worked. Sean was also the more dominant of them both, though David sometimes wished the tables could turn, and he could be the one to have the power. It was a secret fantasy of his since he and Sean became lovers a month ago.

A low groan rumbled through Sean’s chest and into David. “Actually I don’t know if I have the patience to even rip your clothes off. I want you so bad.”

David felt Sean’s free hand fumbling at the costume, and soon his trousers were loosened, and a large and hot hand slid inside the front to fondle his swollen cock. David moaned. He loved how it felt when Sean touched him. How those callused fingers wrapped about the width of him and slid with a loving roughness up and down the length. How Sean would cradle his balls in his palm and manipulate with care, and always he would wet a finger and find that ultra-sensitive spot below his pouch and toy with it until David would beg him to finish it.

“I love it when you touch me,” David whispered, unable to stop from pumping against Sean’s hand.

Sean nipped David’s throat, his thumb teasing just below the head of his cock where could be felt a thick chording of flesh and vein. David had pre-cum leaking over the head, and onto Sean’s thumb. “Do you want me?” he breathed, pressing his hips into David’s ass.

“God yes,” David choked. “But here?”

“Shhhh,” Sean whispers, and fumbles to undo his own trousers. “We have to keep quiet.” He uses his own pre-cum as lubrication, and then gently inserts his engorged cock into David’s ass. David is moaning, a long and low keening that Sean muffles under a hand over his mouth. “Fuck you feel good,” he growls in David’s ear.

At first he barely moves, but David’s ass begins to wriggle and press back against him, and Sean can no longer hold back. With one hand over David’s mouth to muffle the small cries of pleasure he can’t withhold and the other still wrapped around David’s cock and playing with it he begins to thrust faster and harder. The sound of his hips slapping against the cushioning of the firm ass is nearly drowned out by the cries now issuing from David. Sean bites at his own lip, stifling his own noises of pleasure. He loves being inside David. He loves how receptive David is, and his unbridled reactions to their lovemaking. He loves the smell of David’s hair, his skin, and his sex when he goes down on him to suck it.

David comes in a brilliant shower of cum that covers Sean’s hand, and Sean is not far behind with his own orgasm. A few more hard thrusts, and then lights explode behind his eyelids, and he shoves his face in the crook of David’s neck and shoulder to muffle his low groan of pleasure. They collapse against the wall, Sean still leaning into David.

“We should get dressed,” David advises. “They’ll come looking for the costumes any second now.”

“You’re right,” Sean agrees. Before pulling away he presses a kiss to David’s cheek. “Have I told you lately how wonderful you are?”

David pauses, pleasantly startled by the question. “No.”

Sean moves away, reaching for his civilian clothes. “Well you are.”

A warmth floods through David, and he turns to dress, a blush creeping up his face. Those words mean so much to him. More than the passion they share, more than the secret of their relationship that they keep, and more than the friendship they have. “So are you,” he blurts, nodding. “So are you, Sean.”