Warnings: Yes! Slash! Slash like the wind!
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine.
LOOK! No angst!
This happens during the events of Diplomatic Relations, and also ties in with A Way of Remembering by just_ann_now. If you read hers, the title will make more sense, I swear. :)
Théodred awoke to a warm mouth roaming down his chest. “You cannot be serious,” he groaned. “Again?”
Boromir grinned wickedly, hands sliding over Théodred’s hips. “I thought you were known for your endurance.”
“We have not gotten much rest on this trip,” Théodred pointed out. “I do occasionally need sleep.” He sighed at Boromir’s lips against his belly, shivering in anticipation as Boromir slowly moved lower.
“This is the last day of our journey,” Boromir murmured. “Who knows when we will have this chance again?”
“A good point,” Théodred gasped, arching toward Boromir's mouth. “We should not waste this time.”