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Title: The Longest Night
Author: Kimber Leigh
Pairing: Merry/Pippin/Sam, Sam/Frodo implied
Rating: Nc17
Disclaimer: So not mine, they belong to the Good Professer Tolkien, I just like to play with them once in awhile.
Warnings: Does PWP need a warning? Then if so, Porn without Plot is lurking under the cut. And served with a dash of angst just to keep it interesting
Archive: Just here and mnemosyne_erato
Author's Notes: Written for lotr_sesa. Written for magickalmolly, who asked for and I quote "Merry/Pippin prefered. Pippin/Sam, or Merry/Pippin/Sam good too. Merry/Pippin/Sam would be very good, actually... gah." and "happy, affectionate hobbits, joyfully loving one another - that's what I want." It had a plot to begin with, but it seems that everytime I put Merry and Pippin in a room together, all they want to do is get naked. This time they brought Sam along for the ride. Hobbits, I'm telling you :D
It was Midnight by the time Samwise Gamgee headed off to bed. He was full of wonderful food and his head spun slowly with wine and conversation. He was glad that he decided to spend Yule at Crickhollow with Merry, Pippin and Frodo.
Frodo had long since gone to bed and Sam had left Merry and Pippin in the study sharing one more pipe. Outside it had started to snow again and Sam was glad to be inside where it was warm.
In his room, the fire had burned down to embers, but it was still warm enough. Quickly he changed into a nightshirt and got under the covers. In minutes, he fell into a deep, and peaceful slumber. It had been a good day.
***
Sam woke when his mattress dipped. He didn’t move, he barely breathed. Who on earth would be stealing into his bed? For one brief moment he entertained the idea that it was Frodo, but dismissed it quickly. It had been a long time since Frodo wished to share a bed with anyone. Whoever it was, they lifted the blankets and scooted under. A warm body pressed itself up against Sam’s back and a pair of warm lips brushed his ear. If there had been light in the room, they would have seen the blush that worked its way up his neck and ears.
Another dip and a draught as the blankets were lifted a second time and another person slid under. This one pressed up against Sam’s chest as the hands of the first gently caressed him. Sam made a noise of protest but before he could say anything, he was cut off by a pair of lips pressed hard against his own.
Sam soon found himself responding to the kiss, his lips parted and a quick tongue found its way into his mouth. He was getting so lost in the kiss, that he barely noticed he was being undressed until his nightshirt was half way up his body, leaving him exposed. He gasped in shock.
“Shh, its alright dear Sam,” he instantly recognised the lilt of Pippin’s voice, “Let us do this for you. Let us take care of you tonight.”
Sam let Pippin take off his nightshirt off, and when Pippin once again pressed himself against Sam, he blushed again because he could feel just how naked and aroused Pippin was. The fingers of one of Pippin’s hands played in his curls, as the other slid over his hip and cupped his growing erection. Sam couldn’t stop his hips from pushing themselves into Pippin’s grip, just like he couldn’t stop the moan that came from him. He heard a chuckle and he knew that it was Merry who shared the other side of his bed.
"You take such good care of everyone Sam, your family, Frodo. Don't think we haven't noticed. We thought it was time that someone looked after you for a change." Merry said before capturing Sam’s lips again. This time Sam let Merry kiss him quite soundly. And when Merry finally pulled away, they were both breathless.
They rolled him onto his back, taking turns kissing and caressing him. Sam gasped when two pairs of lips began to tease his nipples and he let out another moan when two hands grasped his erection. His head fell back against the pillows and muttered incomprehensibly. It was too good. It was too much. No one had touched him like this for a long time; he hadn’t even known how much he had missed it.
Sam had long resigned himself to the fact that his relationship with Frodo was forever changed by their quest. For many years they had a deep and physical bond. They had been lovers for a long time, but after returning to the Shire, Frodo had lost interest, and for the sake of their friendship, Sam didn’t push him. But now, with two sets of hands set on undoing him, Sam realised just how much he missed being with Frodo that way.
His breath hitched audibly in his throat as Merry and Pippin speeded their movements. Pippin took hold of his balls, and squeezed them slowly, but firmly.
“Come for us Samwise” he said and Sam did what he was told. He came, shaking hard, Frodo’s name a whisper on his lips. Two sets of arms held him tight as he came back to himself.
“Tell us what you want Samwise.” Merry asked, his fingers playing with his hair. Sam’s mind was spinning in a thousand different directions. He had not been expecting anything like this, and he had no idea where to begin.
“Anything you want, we’ll do.” Pippin added, sucking Sam’s come off of his fingers, "You do taste heavenly Samwise” He kissed Sam so Sam could taste himself on Pippin’s tongue. He found it strange, but very arousing. He could feel his cock begin to stir again.
“I want you inside me.” He whispered.
“Which one of us?” Pippin asked.
“Both of you. First you Master Pippin, then Master Merry, then both together.” He could scarce believe the words were coming out of his mouth, but it was what he truly wanted. He wanted to belong to someone again. It had been far too long.
“Alright, if that’s what you want.” Pippin rolled him onto his side again, and pressed himself up against his back. Sam could feel Pippin’s erection rubbing against the cleft of his bottom and he let out a shuddering breath. Pippin lifted Sam’s leg, and slick fingers found that puckered ring of flesh. Sam had no time to think of where Pippin got the oil because Pippin was sliding one finger into him. Moments later it was joined by another and a third. Sam whimpered.
“Ready for me?” Pippin asked and all Sam could do was nod. He wanted this so badly. Pippin pushed his cock slowly into Sam, letting him get use to his girth, but also making Sam feel every bit of it. When he was finally inside, they both let out the breath they had been holding. Taking hold of Sam’s hip, Pippin pulled out only to push back in again. He did it once again, pushing in a bit harder then the first time. Sam gasped, and he heard Pippin laugh.
Pippin set a steady pace, not letting Sam get to comfortable. Sometimes he was slow and gentle. Other times he was hard and fast and each time Sam pushed himself back onto Pippin’s cock, wanting more. He was so lost in the rhythm of the ride, that he failed to notice Merry wriggle down the bed until Merry had sucked the head of his cock into his warm, wet mouth. Sam let out a very loud moan. Pippin covered Sam’s mouth with a clammy hand.
“Shhh, you’ll wake Frodo.” Sam nodded and Pippin took away his hand, not before pushing a finger past Sam’s lips for him to suck on. Sam sucked on the digit hard and Pippin responded by slamming his cock into him hard. Sam had to clamp his lips down tight to stop from screaming.
Pippin grasped at Sam’s shoulder and began to ride him hard, pushing him into Merry’s waiting mouth. Sam could hear Pippin’s breath coming harder and faster and he knew it was only a matter of time before they both came. He squeezed himself around Pippin’s cock and Pippin responded by biting his neck quite hard. Sam knew he’d have a mark, but that was all right.
After a couple of hard thrusts against his prostate, Sam came again, emptying himself into Merry’s mouth. Pippin came moments later, growling and gripping Sam’s hips tight. He pulled out and rolled away breathing hard. Merry laid himself beside Sam, pushing a stray lock of hair out of his eyes.
“Ready for me?” He asked. Sam smiled and nodded.
***
When Sam woke again, he figured it to be about midmorning. He was all alone in his bed. There was no sign of either Merry of Pippin, apart from indents in the pillows. He sat up and he felt the aches in his body and he wondered why had they left him? He suddenly felt very lonely again.
He dressed quickly and made his way to the kitchen. He was unsure of how he was going to face them, but he would rather get it over with instead of drawing it out. He was surprised to find Frodo, sitting alone at the table; sipping tea, a book on his lap.
“Morning Mister Frodo.” Sam said as he entered the kitchen. Frodo looked up from the book he wasn’t reading and smiled at Sam.
“Morning Sam. Did you sleep well?”
“Well enough Mister Frodo. Where are our hosts?”
“Still in bed I assume. It sounded like my cousins were up late last night.” Sam blushed, “Are you alright Sam?”
“Just fine. I’ll make us some breakfast, shall I?” Sam responded, trying to quickly change the subject. He found the makings of breakfast in the pantry and worked quietly as Frodo sipped his tea and pretended to read.
The smell of breakfast soon brought the others out of their room. Pippin bounded into the kitchen, a big grin on his face. Merry followed a short time later, his smile much more subtle.
“Do I need to ask what you two were up to last night?” Frodo asked with a grin of his own.
“I don’t think you would want to know cousin.” Merry stated, taking a seat beside Frodo. Pippin sat down opposite. He caught Sam’s eye, winked and Sam blushed again.
“You’re probably right. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll go and wash up for breakfast.” Placing his mug and book on the table, Frodo left the kitchen. When they were quite certain that he was gone, Merry and Pippin surrounded Sam. Their closeness was almost overwhelming. Sam’s eyes closed as his mind replayed the pervious night.
“Sorry that we left you last night, we just thought it might be best if Frodo didn’t know.” Merry said, and Sam nodded. Even though Sam knew Frodo would probably understand, he didn’t need to throw it in his face.
“Anytime you want us, just ask.” Pippin said, kissing Sam softly.
“Would tonight be too soon?” Sam asked softly, afraid to look at either of them. Pippin took hold of his chin and made Sam look at him.
“No. Tonight would not be too soon.” He smiled and Sam got the feeling that he would never be lonely again. Not with those two hobbits around, and that suited him just fine.
Author: Kimber Leigh
Pairing: Merry/Pippin/Sam, Sam/Frodo implied
Rating: Nc17
Disclaimer: So not mine, they belong to the Good Professer Tolkien, I just like to play with them once in awhile.
Warnings: Does PWP need a warning? Then if so, Porn without Plot is lurking under the cut. And served with a dash of angst just to keep it interesting
Archive: Just here and mnemosyne_erato
Author's Notes: Written for lotr_sesa. Written for magickalmolly, who asked for and I quote "Merry/Pippin prefered. Pippin/Sam, or Merry/Pippin/Sam good too. Merry/Pippin/Sam would be very good, actually... gah." and "happy, affectionate hobbits, joyfully loving one another - that's what I want." It had a plot to begin with, but it seems that everytime I put Merry and Pippin in a room together, all they want to do is get naked. This time they brought Sam along for the ride. Hobbits, I'm telling you :D
It was Midnight by the time Samwise Gamgee headed off to bed. He was full of wonderful food and his head spun slowly with wine and conversation. He was glad that he decided to spend Yule at Crickhollow with Merry, Pippin and Frodo.
Frodo had long since gone to bed and Sam had left Merry and Pippin in the study sharing one more pipe. Outside it had started to snow again and Sam was glad to be inside where it was warm.
In his room, the fire had burned down to embers, but it was still warm enough. Quickly he changed into a nightshirt and got under the covers. In minutes, he fell into a deep, and peaceful slumber. It had been a good day.
***
Sam woke when his mattress dipped. He didn’t move, he barely breathed. Who on earth would be stealing into his bed? For one brief moment he entertained the idea that it was Frodo, but dismissed it quickly. It had been a long time since Frodo wished to share a bed with anyone. Whoever it was, they lifted the blankets and scooted under. A warm body pressed itself up against Sam’s back and a pair of warm lips brushed his ear. If there had been light in the room, they would have seen the blush that worked its way up his neck and ears.
Another dip and a draught as the blankets were lifted a second time and another person slid under. This one pressed up against Sam’s chest as the hands of the first gently caressed him. Sam made a noise of protest but before he could say anything, he was cut off by a pair of lips pressed hard against his own.
Sam soon found himself responding to the kiss, his lips parted and a quick tongue found its way into his mouth. He was getting so lost in the kiss, that he barely noticed he was being undressed until his nightshirt was half way up his body, leaving him exposed. He gasped in shock.
“Shh, its alright dear Sam,” he instantly recognised the lilt of Pippin’s voice, “Let us do this for you. Let us take care of you tonight.”
Sam let Pippin take off his nightshirt off, and when Pippin once again pressed himself against Sam, he blushed again because he could feel just how naked and aroused Pippin was. The fingers of one of Pippin’s hands played in his curls, as the other slid over his hip and cupped his growing erection. Sam couldn’t stop his hips from pushing themselves into Pippin’s grip, just like he couldn’t stop the moan that came from him. He heard a chuckle and he knew that it was Merry who shared the other side of his bed.
"You take such good care of everyone Sam, your family, Frodo. Don't think we haven't noticed. We thought it was time that someone looked after you for a change." Merry said before capturing Sam’s lips again. This time Sam let Merry kiss him quite soundly. And when Merry finally pulled away, they were both breathless.
They rolled him onto his back, taking turns kissing and caressing him. Sam gasped when two pairs of lips began to tease his nipples and he let out another moan when two hands grasped his erection. His head fell back against the pillows and muttered incomprehensibly. It was too good. It was too much. No one had touched him like this for a long time; he hadn’t even known how much he had missed it.
Sam had long resigned himself to the fact that his relationship with Frodo was forever changed by their quest. For many years they had a deep and physical bond. They had been lovers for a long time, but after returning to the Shire, Frodo had lost interest, and for the sake of their friendship, Sam didn’t push him. But now, with two sets of hands set on undoing him, Sam realised just how much he missed being with Frodo that way.
His breath hitched audibly in his throat as Merry and Pippin speeded their movements. Pippin took hold of his balls, and squeezed them slowly, but firmly.
“Come for us Samwise” he said and Sam did what he was told. He came, shaking hard, Frodo’s name a whisper on his lips. Two sets of arms held him tight as he came back to himself.
“Tell us what you want Samwise.” Merry asked, his fingers playing with his hair. Sam’s mind was spinning in a thousand different directions. He had not been expecting anything like this, and he had no idea where to begin.
“Anything you want, we’ll do.” Pippin added, sucking Sam’s come off of his fingers, "You do taste heavenly Samwise” He kissed Sam so Sam could taste himself on Pippin’s tongue. He found it strange, but very arousing. He could feel his cock begin to stir again.
“I want you inside me.” He whispered.
“Which one of us?” Pippin asked.
“Both of you. First you Master Pippin, then Master Merry, then both together.” He could scarce believe the words were coming out of his mouth, but it was what he truly wanted. He wanted to belong to someone again. It had been far too long.
“Alright, if that’s what you want.” Pippin rolled him onto his side again, and pressed himself up against his back. Sam could feel Pippin’s erection rubbing against the cleft of his bottom and he let out a shuddering breath. Pippin lifted Sam’s leg, and slick fingers found that puckered ring of flesh. Sam had no time to think of where Pippin got the oil because Pippin was sliding one finger into him. Moments later it was joined by another and a third. Sam whimpered.
“Ready for me?” Pippin asked and all Sam could do was nod. He wanted this so badly. Pippin pushed his cock slowly into Sam, letting him get use to his girth, but also making Sam feel every bit of it. When he was finally inside, they both let out the breath they had been holding. Taking hold of Sam’s hip, Pippin pulled out only to push back in again. He did it once again, pushing in a bit harder then the first time. Sam gasped, and he heard Pippin laugh.
Pippin set a steady pace, not letting Sam get to comfortable. Sometimes he was slow and gentle. Other times he was hard and fast and each time Sam pushed himself back onto Pippin’s cock, wanting more. He was so lost in the rhythm of the ride, that he failed to notice Merry wriggle down the bed until Merry had sucked the head of his cock into his warm, wet mouth. Sam let out a very loud moan. Pippin covered Sam’s mouth with a clammy hand.
“Shhh, you’ll wake Frodo.” Sam nodded and Pippin took away his hand, not before pushing a finger past Sam’s lips for him to suck on. Sam sucked on the digit hard and Pippin responded by slamming his cock into him hard. Sam had to clamp his lips down tight to stop from screaming.
Pippin grasped at Sam’s shoulder and began to ride him hard, pushing him into Merry’s waiting mouth. Sam could hear Pippin’s breath coming harder and faster and he knew it was only a matter of time before they both came. He squeezed himself around Pippin’s cock and Pippin responded by biting his neck quite hard. Sam knew he’d have a mark, but that was all right.
After a couple of hard thrusts against his prostate, Sam came again, emptying himself into Merry’s mouth. Pippin came moments later, growling and gripping Sam’s hips tight. He pulled out and rolled away breathing hard. Merry laid himself beside Sam, pushing a stray lock of hair out of his eyes.
“Ready for me?” He asked. Sam smiled and nodded.
***
When Sam woke again, he figured it to be about midmorning. He was all alone in his bed. There was no sign of either Merry of Pippin, apart from indents in the pillows. He sat up and he felt the aches in his body and he wondered why had they left him? He suddenly felt very lonely again.
He dressed quickly and made his way to the kitchen. He was unsure of how he was going to face them, but he would rather get it over with instead of drawing it out. He was surprised to find Frodo, sitting alone at the table; sipping tea, a book on his lap.
“Morning Mister Frodo.” Sam said as he entered the kitchen. Frodo looked up from the book he wasn’t reading and smiled at Sam.
“Morning Sam. Did you sleep well?”
“Well enough Mister Frodo. Where are our hosts?”
“Still in bed I assume. It sounded like my cousins were up late last night.” Sam blushed, “Are you alright Sam?”
“Just fine. I’ll make us some breakfast, shall I?” Sam responded, trying to quickly change the subject. He found the makings of breakfast in the pantry and worked quietly as Frodo sipped his tea and pretended to read.
The smell of breakfast soon brought the others out of their room. Pippin bounded into the kitchen, a big grin on his face. Merry followed a short time later, his smile much more subtle.
“Do I need to ask what you two were up to last night?” Frodo asked with a grin of his own.
“I don’t think you would want to know cousin.” Merry stated, taking a seat beside Frodo. Pippin sat down opposite. He caught Sam’s eye, winked and Sam blushed again.
“You’re probably right. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll go and wash up for breakfast.” Placing his mug and book on the table, Frodo left the kitchen. When they were quite certain that he was gone, Merry and Pippin surrounded Sam. Their closeness was almost overwhelming. Sam’s eyes closed as his mind replayed the pervious night.
“Sorry that we left you last night, we just thought it might be best if Frodo didn’t know.” Merry said, and Sam nodded. Even though Sam knew Frodo would probably understand, he didn’t need to throw it in his face.
“Anytime you want us, just ask.” Pippin said, kissing Sam softly.
“Would tonight be too soon?” Sam asked softly, afraid to look at either of them. Pippin took hold of his chin and made Sam look at him.
“No. Tonight would not be too soon.” He smiled and Sam got the feeling that he would never be lonely again. Not with those two hobbits around, and that suited him just fine.