Rating: PG – intimated slash, non-graphic
Disclaimer: Tolkien’s manly characters... Kortirion’s just bending them a little.
“Why didn’t you just buy them?”
Théodred spluttered with laughter at Boromir’s childhood tale of cleaning filthy riding-boots for sweets for his brother’s Yule gift. Boromir selected a sweetmeat from the tray between them.
“Father didn’t believe in giving what wasn’t earned – we had to get good reports before he gave us money. We’d clothes aplenty, the best horses, weapons, but anything else...” He shrugged, picking up one of Théodred’s favourites.
“For instance... to earn this... you’d have to be very good.”
Théodred stretched languorously, naked, golden in the firelight, fingers ghosting Boromir’s bare thigh...
“Very good indeed...”