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Title: The Doors of the Shire: Brandy Hall (Ch 1)
Author: Me (duh)
Type: LOTR/Hobbitslash
Feedback: Oh yes please!
Mine? Nope...none of these characters are mine, their frisky nature is though. ;D
Much much thanks goes to slashfairy for being my beta, my friend, my encourager...person who got me waaaaaaaaaay into slashcamp!!! Thank you honey!! Thank you!!
Pippin woke up that morning feeling happy but nervous. He had it all planned. He’d wanted Merry for so long that the desire to know if Merry felt the same way became unendurable.
As he thought, the young Hobbit dressed in his finest attire. Even his underclothes were laid out from his planning the night before. He wasn’t hungry, odd for Pippin, and he set out of his hole early with one thing in mind. He certainly had no time for breakfast, let alone the stomach for it.
It was very bright. The sun beat down on Pippin’s curls and his neck began to feel quite warm. He had a bit of walking to do so he kicked a small stone while he worked everything out in his head again. “Merry, I’ve been thinking a great deal and I’ve realized I want you! I need to have you near me all the time and in my bed...” Pippin scowled “oh that won’t do, he probably doesn’t even feel the same way.”
He trekked down the road still planning. “Merry, I was looking at you the other day, you know, when we went walking. I pushed you into the pond with all your clothing on! I know you were angry but the way you looked as you came out of the pond...your shirt was see-through and, well....” Pippin realized that wouldn’t do either. He was getting over-excited just thinking about that day and he would surely give himself away.
Pippin trod down the road same as always but all the preparation in the world wouldn’t do him any good now. Brandy Hall was in sight. He felt happy and boisterous, he always did around Merry.
There was something in Pip’s sight that he didn’t quite expect. Frodo! Standing on the doorstep of Brandy Hall, as if waiting there a while.
“Frodo, have you come to see Merry?” Pip asked hesitantly, hoping Frodo would say no so he could have some privacy with Merry.
Frodo lifted his head startled, shaken out of a daze. “Of course I’m here to see Merry, Pippin. He’s the only friend of mine that lives at Brandy Hall!” Frodo laughed nervously. “Why is he visiting Merry?” he wondered.
There was a familiar amused chuckle coming out of a window above the rose trellis.
“Well, are you two just going to stand there on my doorstep, or are you coming in?” Merry stuck his head out of his bedroom window, nearly falling right out.
Frodo took the initiative and opened the door, leaving Pippin to follow down the twisting corridors of Brandy Hall. Pip was getting increasingly suspicious of his cousin. “Why did Frodo have to pick today, of all days, to visit Merry? Hmmmm, surely not!” Pippin followed Frodo towards Merry’s room.
They rounded the hallway corner, pushing the door Merry had left open. Merry’s room was always neat enough for his liking but it looked like the Aunts had picked up after him this time. The bed in the middle of the room was made and a small side table holding a vase of fresh-picked wildflowers stood next to it. Merry, seated in his favourite chair, toweled his wet curls. He had clearly just finished his bath and brewed himself a cup of tea. His trousers were half undone and his shirt wasn’t even buttoned correctly, or fully closed. He had gotten dressed in a hurry.
Merry’s chest gleamed from the droplets of water that hadn’t been wiped away properly. Pippin looked at his face-his cheeks were flushed and his eyes twinkled mischievously. They always shone that way when Merry had a naughty idea. Pippin loved it.
Frodo became twitchy sneaking sideways peeks at Pippin. He quickly assessed Pippin’s fixation on Merry and became anxious. Frodo, closing his eyes, thought. “He’s going to ask why I’m here.” He sighed, turning his head to watch Merry. He wasn’t sure he wanted to be there anymore. “No, I can’t back out now! But what would Sam think? Would Sam even care?” Frodo composed himself, still standing next to Pippin. His feet held their ground and weren’t going to move from that spot.
Merry finally acknowledged that his cousins were staring at him. “What, do I have something on my trousers? Ugh, these aren’t even the ones I wanted to wear. Maybe I should change them?”
“NO!” Pippin and Frodo shouted at the same time and exchanged quizzical glances. Pippin’s own trousers were about to burst at the thought of Merry taking his off. Frodo flirted with the thought of finding an exit but didn’t budge an inch.
“What in the Shire is wrong with you two today? You’re both acting quite odd. Why have you come so early anyway?’ Merry stood clutching his towel, waiting for their answer.
Frodo, trying to find the right words, opened his mouth. Pippin seized his opportunity stepping forward with confidence. “I want you Merry! I love everything about you and I need you. I’m devoted to you and I think you desire me as well!”
“WHAT??” Merry and Frodo looked at Pippin, shocked at his proclamation. Frodo’s face blanched and he launched a furious retort at Pippin.
“You little bugger! You never told me that you wanted him!” Frodo rid his hands of perspiration, opening his clenched fists.
Pippin, spinning on his heel, met Frodo’s icy gaze. “Well I didn’t tell Merry either, so what’s your point? You’re not the only one to keep secrets Frodo! I wasn’t even sure that Merry would return my feelings and I needed to find out. That’s why I’m here!” Pippin glared at Frodo, crossing his arms angrily.
“Pippin, that’s the kind of information that I could have used before we stepped inside! That’s why I’ve come to see Merry today as well. I wanted to ask him if he’d be with me!” Frodo’s cheeks were burning, despite his best efforts. Looking at Merry with his head held up a trifle higher, Frodo compensated for his unease.
“WHAT??” Pippin screamed louder than Merry this time. He jerked his hand into his own hair, seemingly to hold his mind in, and tugged at his curls.
Merry, looking from one Hobbit to the other, grinned and laughed heartily. “Well now! I thought it would be a boring day, with all my meddling Aunts gone to market. All this time, trying to get a little bit of fun and I had two willing Hobbits just waiting for me!” Merry pressed a finger to his lips and cupped his chin, contemplating what to do with this newfound prospect of fun. He paced for a moment and sat down slowly.
Frodo was feverish, pondering Merry’s reaction. Pippin stood open-mouthed and stunned, staring out the open window. “What are we to do then Merry?” He said, forcing himself back to the situation at hand.
“First of all, it won’t do to have you bickering with each other.” Pippin saw that twinkle again. ”Kiss and make up won’t you?” Merry spread a wide grin, tapped his fingertips together and swivelled his chair in anticipation.
This was not the answer the two Hobbits were expecting. It’s not that they hadn’t kissed before. They had to practice on someone and who better than a trusted friend and cousin. They leaned in, producing a small kiss thinking they would be bitten if they lingered too long. “Oh my goodness! What a sad display that was! Why would I want to kiss either of you after that?” Merry mocked disappointment but was still wildly entertained.
“This time, make it good, like you actually like each other.” Merry held back his giggles and sipped his tea.
Frodo sighed heavily, turning to face Pippin. Pippin smiled and moved closer, wrapping his arm around Frodo’s waist. They touched and Pippin, being more aggressive, pulled Frodo towards him. Their lips connected; Frodo flinched at the feeling. Pippin however, was trying extremely hard to gain admittance to Frodo’s mouth.
Frodo leisurely opened his mouth to offer a warm place for Pippin’s tongue. Lingering for a while, Pippin moved in small circles, licking Frodo’s lips. Frodo was quite impressed with Pippin whose hand was busy in his hair. He positioned Pippin’s head and began exploring under his untucked shirt. Running his hands up and down Pippin’s smooth skin, Frodo applied pressure, urging him closer.
Pippin felt Frodo’s heated hands on the small of his back, scraping his skin softly but with apparent urgency. They tarried in that position for a short while, satisfied that they had pleased Merry long enough. Through half-opened eyes, Frodo and Pippin gazed at each other. They were blissfully unaware of any other feeling or anyone else for that moment.
“Alright then, that was a little better. But I don’t think that you’ve quite forgiven each other yet. Take off your shirts! This time, really mean it!” Merry leaned forward, his face gleaming expectantly.
Pippin and Frodo unlocked their arms but did not cease their contact. Seeing as Pippin’s shirt was already half off, Frodo helped him remove it. He looked at Pippin’s flushed skin while his buttons were undone. Frodo’s shirt slid off his shoulders easily. Pippin lobbed the wadded linen onto the area rug near the bed.
The younger Hobbit placed a gentle hand on Frodo’s shoulder. He moved gradually, tracing a smooth line along Frodo’s collarbone. Pippin’s other hand busily pressed on Frodo’s back, bringing him nearer. “Where did Pip learn how to do this?”. Frodo was sucking cautiously at an unguarded ear-lobe while he wondered. Pippin uttered a hushed sigh, biting his lip. The heat from Frodo’s mouth sent pleasant shivers up Pippin’s spine.
Meanwhile, Merry was scanning every inch of the Hobbits before him. Glancing from one heated view to the next; Frodo’s mouth on Pippin’s ear, grasping hands on dewy skin. They were breathing heavily. Their fit bellies touched every so often, triggered by their vigorous gasping.
Beads of sweat trickled down Frodo’s throat as Pippin found his mouth again. He brushed the hair out of Frodo’s eyes and held his head firmly. Pippin tugged slightly on his chestnut curls so he could get the most of his cousin.
This time, Frodo made no effort in holding back. The two Hobbits had their mouths open wide so Merry could be in full view of their massaging tongues. By and by, Frodo unlocked the tongue-tangle, moving to work on Pippin’s chest. He softly kissed his way down, giving the impression of going further. Pippin’s nipples were wholly aware of the attention they were going to receive. Jerking his head skyward, Pippin breathed in through his teeth and kept Frodo’s head in place. Frodo sucked intently on one of the caramel nubs that tasted as sweet as it looked. Frodo held Pippin’s hips steady as he licked and kissed in small circles.
“Frodo!?” was the only word that Pip could say. “Frodo must be reading something other than elvish books to do this sort of thing!” Frodo changed direction to his way up to meet Pippin’s eyes. His mouth was open, panting quietly. With their arms still clinging, their eyes locked.
Frodo and Pippin were so engaged in each other, they hadn’t noticed Merry standing beside them. Being a voyeur became increasingly painful for Merry, so he decided to join them. Since Merry’s shirt was half-open and the other two Hobbits were without, they freed Merry of his offending garment. The excited Brandybuck laughed as his shirt joined the pile on the rug.
Merry opened his arms and with a giant grin exclaimed “Well, what are you waiting for? Have at it boys!” An open invitation from Merry was like giving Pippin a pack of matches and a permit to oversee the lighting of fireworks. Practically diving, Pip launched himself toward Merry’s mouth. Frodo, moving deftly, quietly licked the vein on Merry’s neck that pounded from excitement. Waves rippled up each Hobbit’s body as the pleasure, and the breeze from the slightly-open window, coursed over them. Frodo seized Merry’s firm posterior, enticing a sigh into Pippin’s probing kiss.
Pippin was blissfully unaware of any sounds. He tasted Merry over and over, sweet as summer berries and warm as mulled wine. Pip licked at Merry’s kiss-stung lips, clutching Frodo’s arm with his free hand. He meandered up Frodo’s arm, ending up in his hair. He wound a perfectly defined curl around his finger. Merry nipped lightly at Pippin’s lower lip that was blood red from their interaction. He craned his head forward, teasing Pippin’s neck. “Pippin’s skin is so sweet! I wonder if he tastes like this all the time?” Frodo tweaked Merry’s hardened nipple suddenly. There was a muffled cry into Pip’s skin as the pain of Frodo’s surprise attack rocked through him.
Frodo was mildly frustrated that Merry spent most of his time in Pippin’s mouth and hadn’t kissed him yet. Even though he wasn’t a very jealous Hobbit, Frodo yearned to taste Merry’s mouth. What Frodo desired was hastily released from Pippin’s bruised neck.
“Ow!” Merry said half-laughing. “What was that for?”
“For this you fool!” Frodo kissed Merry ardently, cupping his face with a firm hand.
Sam!
Frodo’s eyelids flew open. “Oh Valar! Did I say that out loud? But he couldn’t have, his tongue was entwined with Merry’s. No wonder Frodo was so nervous about confessing his feelings to Merry. He’s confessing to the wrong person. Frodo wondered if he should stop as he realized his true want and need. On the other hand, he felt very safe in Merry’s arms. Maybe he could stay locked in this embrace until his true feelings for Sam were revealed. This would be good. Frodo wanted to please Sam and had already learned volumes from his baby cousin. As disturbing as that is, Frodo knew it to be true. Dismissing all other thoughts, he turned his full attention to Merry and his taught chest heaving under his hand.
Unperturbed, Pippin busily used his moistened mouth to chase stray water drops falling from Merry’s damp hair. He moved swiftly around Merry’s collarbone, kissing the well at the base of his neck. Creeping behind, Pippin’s palms lighted on the firm muscles of Merry’s back. Shivers rattled through Merry and he moaned into Frodo’s mouth. The combination of Frodo’s soft lips yielding to his every whim and Pippin nipping at the base of his neck sent Merry reeling.
Pippin leaned forward, whispering into Merry’s ear. “This is fun, isn’t it?” He licked playfully at his earlobe with each breathy phrase. He grabbed Merry’s hips to push himself closer. “Do you feel what you do to me Merry?” Pippin brought his arms around to tease Merry’s navel. Ultimately, Pippin made his way down to the opening of Merry’s trousers.
“These must be very confining, especially considering how hot it is in here” Pippin drawled. The buckle unfastened easily in Pippin’s capable hands. Merry released Frodo’s mouth as the heavy fabric fell to the floor in a heap. “There. That’s much better!”
Merry steadied himself on Frodo’s shoulders, making small indentations on his supple skin. Frodo explored Merry’s quivering throat. His path of soft kisses traveled lazily up the side of Merry’s neck. Meanwhile, Pippin flicked his tongue in Merry’s ear, increasing his speed to the point where he was literally purring. His hot breath made Merry euphoric.
“Pippin, you...Ah!”
Merry cried out, seeing spots behind his eyelids. He bucked his hips forward just in time for Frodo to catch Merry with his urgent hands. Frodo clapped his mouth over Merry’s to capture some gasps for himself. He invaded Merry’s mouth and explored the heated cavern thoroughly. He circled Merry’s tongue, sucking tenderly on his warm flesh.
Frodo pried one eye open to see Pippin motioning to him. He gave Merry a soft, lingering kiss before pulling away reluctantly. Still seeing spots, Merry opened his eyes to discover that he was no longer being fondled. His cousins were standing directly in front of him.
“What do you think we should do with him Frodo?” Pippin asked inquisitively.
“He looks like he’s about to fall over Pippin. I think maybe he needs a lie-down.”
Pippin agreed with a nod. Both Hobbits pounced toward Merry, causing him to land roughly on his bed! His landing set the bed backwards, knocking the flower vase off its table and out the window.
“Hey! You’re not going to get away with that!” Merry exclaimed loudly, half-annoyed.
Outside, the vase met the stone with a crash and shattered....right at the feet of Samwise Gamgee.
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Title: The Doors of the Shire: Brandy Hall (Ch 1)
Author: Me (duh)
Type: LOTR/Hobbitslash
Feedback: Oh yes please!
Mine? Nope...none of these characters are mine, their frisky nature is though. ;D
Much much thanks goes to slashfairy for being my beta, my friend, my encourager...person who got me waaaaaaaaaay into slashcamp!!! Thank you honey!! Thank you!!
Pippin woke up that morning feeling happy but nervous. He had it all planned. He’d wanted Merry for so long that the desire to know if Merry felt the same way became unendurable.
As he thought, the young Hobbit dressed in his finest attire. Even his underclothes were laid out from his planning the night before. He wasn’t hungry, odd for Pippin, and he set out of his hole early with one thing in mind. He certainly had no time for breakfast, let alone the stomach for it.
It was very bright. The sun beat down on Pippin’s curls and his neck began to feel quite warm. He had a bit of walking to do so he kicked a small stone while he worked everything out in his head again. “Merry, I’ve been thinking a great deal and I’ve realized I want you! I need to have you near me all the time and in my bed...” Pippin scowled “oh that won’t do, he probably doesn’t even feel the same way.”
He trekked down the road still planning. “Merry, I was looking at you the other day, you know, when we went walking. I pushed you into the pond with all your clothing on! I know you were angry but the way you looked as you came out of the pond...your shirt was see-through and, well....” Pippin realized that wouldn’t do either. He was getting over-excited just thinking about that day and he would surely give himself away.
Pippin trod down the road same as always but all the preparation in the world wouldn’t do him any good now. Brandy Hall was in sight. He felt happy and boisterous, he always did around Merry.
There was something in Pip’s sight that he didn’t quite expect. Frodo! Standing on the doorstep of Brandy Hall, as if waiting there a while.
“Frodo, have you come to see Merry?” Pip asked hesitantly, hoping Frodo would say no so he could have some privacy with Merry.
Frodo lifted his head startled, shaken out of a daze. “Of course I’m here to see Merry, Pippin. He’s the only friend of mine that lives at Brandy Hall!” Frodo laughed nervously. “Why is he visiting Merry?” he wondered.
There was a familiar amused chuckle coming out of a window above the rose trellis.
“Well, are you two just going to stand there on my doorstep, or are you coming in?” Merry stuck his head out of his bedroom window, nearly falling right out.
Frodo took the initiative and opened the door, leaving Pippin to follow down the twisting corridors of Brandy Hall. Pip was getting increasingly suspicious of his cousin. “Why did Frodo have to pick today, of all days, to visit Merry? Hmmmm, surely not!” Pippin followed Frodo towards Merry’s room.
They rounded the hallway corner, pushing the door Merry had left open. Merry’s room was always neat enough for his liking but it looked like the Aunts had picked up after him this time. The bed in the middle of the room was made and a small side table holding a vase of fresh-picked wildflowers stood next to it. Merry, seated in his favourite chair, toweled his wet curls. He had clearly just finished his bath and brewed himself a cup of tea. His trousers were half undone and his shirt wasn’t even buttoned correctly, or fully closed. He had gotten dressed in a hurry.
Merry’s chest gleamed from the droplets of water that hadn’t been wiped away properly. Pippin looked at his face-his cheeks were flushed and his eyes twinkled mischievously. They always shone that way when Merry had a naughty idea. Pippin loved it.
Frodo became twitchy sneaking sideways peeks at Pippin. He quickly assessed Pippin’s fixation on Merry and became anxious. Frodo, closing his eyes, thought. “He’s going to ask why I’m here.” He sighed, turning his head to watch Merry. He wasn’t sure he wanted to be there anymore. “No, I can’t back out now! But what would Sam think? Would Sam even care?” Frodo composed himself, still standing next to Pippin. His feet held their ground and weren’t going to move from that spot.
Merry finally acknowledged that his cousins were staring at him. “What, do I have something on my trousers? Ugh, these aren’t even the ones I wanted to wear. Maybe I should change them?”
“NO!” Pippin and Frodo shouted at the same time and exchanged quizzical glances. Pippin’s own trousers were about to burst at the thought of Merry taking his off. Frodo flirted with the thought of finding an exit but didn’t budge an inch.
“What in the Shire is wrong with you two today? You’re both acting quite odd. Why have you come so early anyway?’ Merry stood clutching his towel, waiting for their answer.
Frodo, trying to find the right words, opened his mouth. Pippin seized his opportunity stepping forward with confidence. “I want you Merry! I love everything about you and I need you. I’m devoted to you and I think you desire me as well!”
“WHAT??” Merry and Frodo looked at Pippin, shocked at his proclamation. Frodo’s face blanched and he launched a furious retort at Pippin.
“You little bugger! You never told me that you wanted him!” Frodo rid his hands of perspiration, opening his clenched fists.
Pippin, spinning on his heel, met Frodo’s icy gaze. “Well I didn’t tell Merry either, so what’s your point? You’re not the only one to keep secrets Frodo! I wasn’t even sure that Merry would return my feelings and I needed to find out. That’s why I’m here!” Pippin glared at Frodo, crossing his arms angrily.
“Pippin, that’s the kind of information that I could have used before we stepped inside! That’s why I’ve come to see Merry today as well. I wanted to ask him if he’d be with me!” Frodo’s cheeks were burning, despite his best efforts. Looking at Merry with his head held up a trifle higher, Frodo compensated for his unease.
“WHAT??” Pippin screamed louder than Merry this time. He jerked his hand into his own hair, seemingly to hold his mind in, and tugged at his curls.
Merry, looking from one Hobbit to the other, grinned and laughed heartily. “Well now! I thought it would be a boring day, with all my meddling Aunts gone to market. All this time, trying to get a little bit of fun and I had two willing Hobbits just waiting for me!” Merry pressed a finger to his lips and cupped his chin, contemplating what to do with this newfound prospect of fun. He paced for a moment and sat down slowly.
Frodo was feverish, pondering Merry’s reaction. Pippin stood open-mouthed and stunned, staring out the open window. “What are we to do then Merry?” He said, forcing himself back to the situation at hand.
“First of all, it won’t do to have you bickering with each other.” Pippin saw that twinkle again. ”Kiss and make up won’t you?” Merry spread a wide grin, tapped his fingertips together and swivelled his chair in anticipation.
This was not the answer the two Hobbits were expecting. It’s not that they hadn’t kissed before. They had to practice on someone and who better than a trusted friend and cousin. They leaned in, producing a small kiss thinking they would be bitten if they lingered too long. “Oh my goodness! What a sad display that was! Why would I want to kiss either of you after that?” Merry mocked disappointment but was still wildly entertained.
“This time, make it good, like you actually like each other.” Merry held back his giggles and sipped his tea.
Frodo sighed heavily, turning to face Pippin. Pippin smiled and moved closer, wrapping his arm around Frodo’s waist. They touched and Pippin, being more aggressive, pulled Frodo towards him. Their lips connected; Frodo flinched at the feeling. Pippin however, was trying extremely hard to gain admittance to Frodo’s mouth.
Frodo leisurely opened his mouth to offer a warm place for Pippin’s tongue. Lingering for a while, Pippin moved in small circles, licking Frodo’s lips. Frodo was quite impressed with Pippin whose hand was busy in his hair. He positioned Pippin’s head and began exploring under his untucked shirt. Running his hands up and down Pippin’s smooth skin, Frodo applied pressure, urging him closer.
Pippin felt Frodo’s heated hands on the small of his back, scraping his skin softly but with apparent urgency. They tarried in that position for a short while, satisfied that they had pleased Merry long enough. Through half-opened eyes, Frodo and Pippin gazed at each other. They were blissfully unaware of any other feeling or anyone else for that moment.
“Alright then, that was a little better. But I don’t think that you’ve quite forgiven each other yet. Take off your shirts! This time, really mean it!” Merry leaned forward, his face gleaming expectantly.
Pippin and Frodo unlocked their arms but did not cease their contact. Seeing as Pippin’s shirt was already half off, Frodo helped him remove it. He looked at Pippin’s flushed skin while his buttons were undone. Frodo’s shirt slid off his shoulders easily. Pippin lobbed the wadded linen onto the area rug near the bed.
The younger Hobbit placed a gentle hand on Frodo’s shoulder. He moved gradually, tracing a smooth line along Frodo’s collarbone. Pippin’s other hand busily pressed on Frodo’s back, bringing him nearer. “Where did Pip learn how to do this?”. Frodo was sucking cautiously at an unguarded ear-lobe while he wondered. Pippin uttered a hushed sigh, biting his lip. The heat from Frodo’s mouth sent pleasant shivers up Pippin’s spine.
Meanwhile, Merry was scanning every inch of the Hobbits before him. Glancing from one heated view to the next; Frodo’s mouth on Pippin’s ear, grasping hands on dewy skin. They were breathing heavily. Their fit bellies touched every so often, triggered by their vigorous gasping.
Beads of sweat trickled down Frodo’s throat as Pippin found his mouth again. He brushed the hair out of Frodo’s eyes and held his head firmly. Pippin tugged slightly on his chestnut curls so he could get the most of his cousin.
This time, Frodo made no effort in holding back. The two Hobbits had their mouths open wide so Merry could be in full view of their massaging tongues. By and by, Frodo unlocked the tongue-tangle, moving to work on Pippin’s chest. He softly kissed his way down, giving the impression of going further. Pippin’s nipples were wholly aware of the attention they were going to receive. Jerking his head skyward, Pippin breathed in through his teeth and kept Frodo’s head in place. Frodo sucked intently on one of the caramel nubs that tasted as sweet as it looked. Frodo held Pippin’s hips steady as he licked and kissed in small circles.
“Frodo!?” was the only word that Pip could say. “Frodo must be reading something other than elvish books to do this sort of thing!” Frodo changed direction to his way up to meet Pippin’s eyes. His mouth was open, panting quietly. With their arms still clinging, their eyes locked.
Frodo and Pippin were so engaged in each other, they hadn’t noticed Merry standing beside them. Being a voyeur became increasingly painful for Merry, so he decided to join them. Since Merry’s shirt was half-open and the other two Hobbits were without, they freed Merry of his offending garment. The excited Brandybuck laughed as his shirt joined the pile on the rug.
Merry opened his arms and with a giant grin exclaimed “Well, what are you waiting for? Have at it boys!” An open invitation from Merry was like giving Pippin a pack of matches and a permit to oversee the lighting of fireworks. Practically diving, Pip launched himself toward Merry’s mouth. Frodo, moving deftly, quietly licked the vein on Merry’s neck that pounded from excitement. Waves rippled up each Hobbit’s body as the pleasure, and the breeze from the slightly-open window, coursed over them. Frodo seized Merry’s firm posterior, enticing a sigh into Pippin’s probing kiss.
Pippin was blissfully unaware of any sounds. He tasted Merry over and over, sweet as summer berries and warm as mulled wine. Pip licked at Merry’s kiss-stung lips, clutching Frodo’s arm with his free hand. He meandered up Frodo’s arm, ending up in his hair. He wound a perfectly defined curl around his finger. Merry nipped lightly at Pippin’s lower lip that was blood red from their interaction. He craned his head forward, teasing Pippin’s neck. “Pippin’s skin is so sweet! I wonder if he tastes like this all the time?” Frodo tweaked Merry’s hardened nipple suddenly. There was a muffled cry into Pip’s skin as the pain of Frodo’s surprise attack rocked through him.
Frodo was mildly frustrated that Merry spent most of his time in Pippin’s mouth and hadn’t kissed him yet. Even though he wasn’t a very jealous Hobbit, Frodo yearned to taste Merry’s mouth. What Frodo desired was hastily released from Pippin’s bruised neck.
“Ow!” Merry said half-laughing. “What was that for?”
“For this you fool!” Frodo kissed Merry ardently, cupping his face with a firm hand.
Sam!
Frodo’s eyelids flew open. “Oh Valar! Did I say that out loud? But he couldn’t have, his tongue was entwined with Merry’s. No wonder Frodo was so nervous about confessing his feelings to Merry. He’s confessing to the wrong person. Frodo wondered if he should stop as he realized his true want and need. On the other hand, he felt very safe in Merry’s arms. Maybe he could stay locked in this embrace until his true feelings for Sam were revealed. This would be good. Frodo wanted to please Sam and had already learned volumes from his baby cousin. As disturbing as that is, Frodo knew it to be true. Dismissing all other thoughts, he turned his full attention to Merry and his taught chest heaving under his hand.
Unperturbed, Pippin busily used his moistened mouth to chase stray water drops falling from Merry’s damp hair. He moved swiftly around Merry’s collarbone, kissing the well at the base of his neck. Creeping behind, Pippin’s palms lighted on the firm muscles of Merry’s back. Shivers rattled through Merry and he moaned into Frodo’s mouth. The combination of Frodo’s soft lips yielding to his every whim and Pippin nipping at the base of his neck sent Merry reeling.
Pippin leaned forward, whispering into Merry’s ear. “This is fun, isn’t it?” He licked playfully at his earlobe with each breathy phrase. He grabbed Merry’s hips to push himself closer. “Do you feel what you do to me Merry?” Pippin brought his arms around to tease Merry’s navel. Ultimately, Pippin made his way down to the opening of Merry’s trousers.
“These must be very confining, especially considering how hot it is in here” Pippin drawled. The buckle unfastened easily in Pippin’s capable hands. Merry released Frodo’s mouth as the heavy fabric fell to the floor in a heap. “There. That’s much better!”
Merry steadied himself on Frodo’s shoulders, making small indentations on his supple skin. Frodo explored Merry’s quivering throat. His path of soft kisses traveled lazily up the side of Merry’s neck. Meanwhile, Pippin flicked his tongue in Merry’s ear, increasing his speed to the point where he was literally purring. His hot breath made Merry euphoric.
“Pippin, you...Ah!”
Merry cried out, seeing spots behind his eyelids. He bucked his hips forward just in time for Frodo to catch Merry with his urgent hands. Frodo clapped his mouth over Merry’s to capture some gasps for himself. He invaded Merry’s mouth and explored the heated cavern thoroughly. He circled Merry’s tongue, sucking tenderly on his warm flesh.
Frodo pried one eye open to see Pippin motioning to him. He gave Merry a soft, lingering kiss before pulling away reluctantly. Still seeing spots, Merry opened his eyes to discover that he was no longer being fondled. His cousins were standing directly in front of him.
“What do you think we should do with him Frodo?” Pippin asked inquisitively.
“He looks like he’s about to fall over Pippin. I think maybe he needs a lie-down.”
Pippin agreed with a nod. Both Hobbits pounced toward Merry, causing him to land roughly on his bed! His landing set the bed backwards, knocking the flower vase off its table and out the window.
“Hey! You’re not going to get away with that!” Merry exclaimed loudly, half-annoyed.
Outside, the vase met the stone with a crash and shattered....right at the feet of Samwise Gamgee.
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