Sam/Merry: "Pain and Pleasure"
Title: Pain and Pleasure
Author: Tigerlily Grubb
Pairing: Sam/Merry, with a Sam/Frodo subplot and mention of Merry/Pippin.
Rating: R
Written: 27 January 2007
Summary: A shorter ficlet in which Merry comforts a devastated Sam. Not a fluffy thought to be found.
Disclaimer: This story would be the exact reason that these hobbits belong to Professor Tolkien and his people, not myself. But enjoy nonetheless!
Author's Note: This was a full-on Plot Bunny attack at two in the morning. Those little buggers really do come out of nowhere, don't they? Came pretty quickly for my first attempt at real angst.
He could lie to himself all he wanted. Hide from the truth, make up excuses in his head. But, deny it all he may, the reality was there, plain and simple: He was not the one on Sam's mind.
It was the truth and Merry knew it well. As Sam's lips were on his, Sam's fingers making quick work of the buttons on his waistcoat, Merry knew that Sam's thoughts were on Frodo... remembering, regretting - likely wishing that it were him that Sam was instead yanking the clothes off of.
Merry pushed the thought from his mind as he tried to enjoy the moment for what it was - one hobbit turning to another for comfort in a time of need, just a warm body to make use of as his heart ached for another.
Slipping his shirt off of his shoulders, he wondered at the fact that this sort of thing should happen, with Sam of all people. Frodo was in another of his "moods," and for one reason or another had decided that Sam was no longer welcome in his bed. Merry somehow had found himself acting as Sam's confidante, and here they were, tossing their trousers into a pile on the floor of a room at the Dragon's Inn.
As his head hit the pillow Merry tangled his hands in Sam's hair, thinking of how bad things would get if either Frodo or Pippin ever found out about this. He wondered with an admittedly sick sense of curiosity just what would happen if Frodo were to walk into the room at that moment and see his beloved Sam as he was now, stark naked and flipping his treacherous cousin face-down onto a strange bed.
Sam's fingernails digging into his hips, Merry bit his lip and closed his eyes, nearly crying out in pain and pleasure with each of Sam's quick thrusts. His mind wandered of it's own will to Sam's earlier tears, and he realized with a sudden sense of regret that nothing would be quite the same between the three of them again.
When Sam at last gave a final thrust with a deep groan, Merry collapsed down onto the bed, quite spent himself, and moved to the side to make room for Sam. Sam lay still for a minute, his forearm resting over his closed eyes. Catching his breath, he sat up and reached down, grabbing their breeches off the floor. They silently slipped into them, neither daring to say a thing.
Buttoning his trousers, Merry looked up again to find Sam holding his shirt out to him. Their eyes finally met and as he took the shirt and slipped his arms through, not bothering to button it, Sam shakily let out a sigh. A choked sob came from between Sam's lips, and he lay his head down on Merry's chest and cried.
Author: Tigerlily Grubb
Pairing: Sam/Merry, with a Sam/Frodo subplot and mention of Merry/Pippin.
Rating: R
Written: 27 January 2007
Summary: A shorter ficlet in which Merry comforts a devastated Sam. Not a fluffy thought to be found.
Disclaimer: This story would be the exact reason that these hobbits belong to Professor Tolkien and his people, not myself. But enjoy nonetheless!
Author's Note: This was a full-on Plot Bunny attack at two in the morning. Those little buggers really do come out of nowhere, don't they? Came pretty quickly for my first attempt at real angst.
He could lie to himself all he wanted. Hide from the truth, make up excuses in his head. But, deny it all he may, the reality was there, plain and simple: He was not the one on Sam's mind.
It was the truth and Merry knew it well. As Sam's lips were on his, Sam's fingers making quick work of the buttons on his waistcoat, Merry knew that Sam's thoughts were on Frodo... remembering, regretting - likely wishing that it were him that Sam was instead yanking the clothes off of.
Merry pushed the thought from his mind as he tried to enjoy the moment for what it was - one hobbit turning to another for comfort in a time of need, just a warm body to make use of as his heart ached for another.
Slipping his shirt off of his shoulders, he wondered at the fact that this sort of thing should happen, with Sam of all people. Frodo was in another of his "moods," and for one reason or another had decided that Sam was no longer welcome in his bed. Merry somehow had found himself acting as Sam's confidante, and here they were, tossing their trousers into a pile on the floor of a room at the Dragon's Inn.
As his head hit the pillow Merry tangled his hands in Sam's hair, thinking of how bad things would get if either Frodo or Pippin ever found out about this. He wondered with an admittedly sick sense of curiosity just what would happen if Frodo were to walk into the room at that moment and see his beloved Sam as he was now, stark naked and flipping his treacherous cousin face-down onto a strange bed.
Sam's fingernails digging into his hips, Merry bit his lip and closed his eyes, nearly crying out in pain and pleasure with each of Sam's quick thrusts. His mind wandered of it's own will to Sam's earlier tears, and he realized with a sudden sense of regret that nothing would be quite the same between the three of them again.
When Sam at last gave a final thrust with a deep groan, Merry collapsed down onto the bed, quite spent himself, and moved to the side to make room for Sam. Sam lay still for a minute, his forearm resting over his closed eyes. Catching his breath, he sat up and reached down, grabbing their breeches off the floor. They silently slipped into them, neither daring to say a thing.
Buttoning his trousers, Merry looked up again to find Sam holding his shirt out to him. Their eyes finally met and as he took the shirt and slipped his arms through, not bothering to button it, Sam shakily let out a sigh. A choked sob came from between Sam's lips, and he lay his head down on Merry's chest and cried.