Title: Fool of a Took
Author: alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: Fictional character slash
Pairing: Boromir/Pippin
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, nor do I profit from them
Feedback: If you wish.
Summary/Feedback: I read some B/P fiction and I liked it. So I decided to write some of my own.
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Not even Merry knew what Pip thought about Boromir. Or even that Pippin thought about Boromir at all. But he did. He watched the tall strong man when no one was looking. He had since the day he first saw him in Rivendell. Everyone considered Pip a fool, even Merry most of the time, but he wasn’t. He was young and often silly, but he wasn’t a fool. Only Boromir treated him as if he weren’t.
Before they left Rivendell, he had slipped into Boromir’s room. The man had lain sleeping in his big bed. Pippin watched him sleep. He was shirtless and covered in the soft down comforter. His face looked young in sleep, pleasant with a near smile on it. Pippin wanted to touch it. He wanted to put his lips on it. That thought had shocked even himself. He’d slipped back into the room he and Merry shared. He slipped back in the bed and curled up beside Merry.
*****
The journey was harder than Pippin had thought it would be. Everyone was so serious. He knew the journey was perilous and important , but he still liked a joke and a laugh now and again. He had known since that horrid night in Amon Sul how perilous it was. Pippin Took was no one’s fool.
The days were long and the nights were longer. He stuck close to Boromir during the day. The others called the man arrogant but he just made Pippin feel safe and secure. Pip decided to slip away from Merry and go watch Boromir sleep. He sat down beside the man and listened to his low snores. He had never seen any other man sleep. Aragorn never seemed to sleep at all, pacing and watching all night as he did all day. Pip soon found that the soft sounds of the night made him sleepy so he decided he’d rest here beside Boromir for a few minutes then go back to Merry. He curled up close to the man and smiled as he drifted off to sleep beside the big warm body.
"Wake up, little one." Pip’s eyes flew open as Boromir gently shook him. He’d fallen asleep here with Boromir! What would Merry say? He looked around frantically, until a hand gently touched his arm. "It’s all right, Pippin. The others are still asleep. I thought you had probably fallen asleep by accident." Boromir smiled at the hobbit. Pippin felt an odd tightness in his chest at the smile. Before he could think about it long, he hopped up and scurried back to Merry, who seldom made him feel as confused as Boromir made him feel.
Late in the day, the Fellowship stopped for the night. Boromir wandered away. Pip slipped off unnoticed too. He followed the man to a lovely little stream in the forest. Boromir removed his clothing, no small feat as layer after layer was peeled away. Pip watched him. He was curious, having never seen anyone naked but himself, Merry and the top half of Petunia Drinkwater at his last birthday party after she’d had too much wine.
Boromir stood with his back to Pip as he slid his trousers off. Pip gasped aloud as the man turned to go into the water.
"Pippin?"
Oops, he was caught! He emerged from the bush he was hiding behind, smiling shyly.
"Would you like a bath? The water’s cold but who knows when we’ll get another chance."
Boromir waded into the shallow stream up to his knees. Pip was having a little trouble looking at anything except Boromir’s body. The man was tall and very broad shouldered. His body tapered to a narrow waist and long, muscular legs. His chest was sprinkled with a bit of reddish hair and as his body narrowed so did the hair into a trail running down, down where Pip was almost too embarrassed to look. Almost, but not quite. Boromir’s penis was thick, springing from a patch of auburn hair that stood out in stark contrast to his pale skin.
Boromir watched Pippin look at him and Pippin realized this when he looked back up and saw the raised eyebrow and the smile on Boromir’s face. "Coming in the water?"
Pippin threw his own clothing off and was so busy trying not to look at Boromir, he didn’t notice the man’s perusal of his body. Hobbits are small but their male parts tended more toward the direction of their feet, a bit large in proportion to their bodies. He finally smiled and stepped into the icy water. Soon the man and hobbit were splashing and laughing like old friends. The water was too cold to stay in indefinitely so the pair got out and Boromir used his spare cloak to dry first Pippin and then himself.
Merry looked hard at them when they returned to camp, but he said nothing. Much later, when all were asleep, Pippin crept from his bedding to the far side of the camp where Boromir lay sleeping. He curled up with the man again, becoming bold enough to slide his hand beneath the woolen shirt that Boromir slept in. His small hand rubbed the warm skin. He didn’t notice for a few minutes that green eyes watched him.
"You hand is cold, Pippin." Pippin jerked his hand away.
"S-s-sorry!"
Boromir chuckled and took the small hand in his own. He held the hand up to his face. "So cold! Come closer, under my blankets, Pip." He pulled Pip close enough to rest his head on Boromir’s shoulder. Boromir put an arm around him and covered them both with a blanket. He was soon snoring softly as Pip drifted off too. Again, Boromir woke him early so he could go back to Merry.
The man and hobbit repeated this for several nights, not varying the routine. Then one cold, rainy night, everything changed. They set up tents to keep dry and after all were asleep, Pippin crept into Boromir’s tent. Thunder crashed and lightning lit up the sky. Pippin, without thinking because of his fright, leaped into Boromir’s arms. Boromir murmured to him and kissed his forehead, smoothing his unruly hair back. Pippin pulled Boromir’s head down and kissed his lips. Boromir didn’t move.
"Pip?" he whispered. "What are you doing?"
"Kissing you, I think."
"Did you mean to be doing that?"
Pip moved around on Boromir’s lap and put his arms around the human’s neck. "Yes, " he whispered as he pulled the man’s mouth back down to his own. He opened his mouth to the tongue that touched his lips. Pippin felt himself go hard about the same time he became aware of the hard cock under him. He was scared, but curiosity and finally his own body’s longings urged him to proceed.
"Are you saying what I think you are?" Boromir said in a voice hoarse with need. Pippin took the man’s hand and put it over his erection. Boromir gasped aloud.
"Can we take off our clothes? I want to touch your skin." Pip asked. Helping each other, the both of them were naked in minutes and Pippin pulled Boromir’s mouth back to his for more kisses. He moved off Boromir’s lap and pushed him down on his back on the blankets. He ran small hobbit hands down the man’s chest and grinned when Boromir caught his hand just as he was about to take the man’s penis into his hand.
"You’re sure?"
Pippin leaned down and instead of touching him with his hands, he tasted him. Boromir made a strangled sound as his hips rose up off the blanket of their own accord. The hobbits small tongue darted out and licked the man’s pre-come from the slit as it formed. He took Boromir into both hands, moving his hands together since the man was too big to fit in his mouth. Pip licked and sucked the silky skin of his lover’s penis as his hands brought the man to orgasm. Boromir bit his hand to keep from screaming out loud at the pleasure as he came all over himself and his ‘little one.’
Pippin was perfectly happy as he was but those large hands of Boromir insisted on touching him, stroking him until he was panting and whimpering like a girl. He thought he might die when the heat and wetness of the man’s mouth closed on him. He tried hard to be quiet when he came but he couldn’t stop the moans as Boromir sucked every drop of come from him.
*****
Pippin was always sure that they all knew. He and Boromir always slept close after that. When Merry finally objected, he was included in their warmth, though not their intimate moments. They seldom found time for much more than a stolen kiss or a quick hug.. Everyone was just too close, and as they went farther on their journey, quarters became closer and closer.
Boromir never failed to protect them, even when Pip caused the Orc attack in Moria by his curiosity and foolishness. "Fool of a Took" would ring forever in his head as a the beginning of the end of the Fellowship. But Boromir took care of him and of Merry. He did his best. He fought the Orcs and the Troll, and in the end, they got out of Moria but not without cost to them all as they lost Gandalf to the Balrog.
But the Ring, the Ring cared not for love or brotherhood. It was a thing of power and of evil. And it corrupted everyone it touched in some way that Pippin never really understood. It preyed on his Boromir and it would not let up until at last at Amon Hen, it took Boromir, using him in a futile attempt to take the Ring and in a successful attempt to destroy the Fellowship.
He and Merry were looking for Frodo, who had gone missing. Frodo was in the forest, leaving them all in an attempt to complete his errand alone. Pippin and Merry finally ended up creating a diversion so Frodo could get away, but they did such a good job that they were trapped by Orcs on all sides. Boromir came to their rescue. He was a killing machine as he had been in Moria, fierce and deadly as he fought the Orcs, killing them with sword and knife. Then the giant came over the hill. Pippin would never forget the sound as the first arrow hit Boromir in the chest. It haunted his dreams. But that wasn’t all. They kept coming. Boromir turned to them, looked Pippin in the eye. The sadness Pippin saw there broke his heart. Boromir knew he had failed to save them. He and Merry grabbed their swords but the Orcs were too many. They last he saw of Boromir was him on his knees, his chest full of arrows as the Orcs carried the two of them away.
*****
He later found out that Boromir died in Aragorn’s arms and was buried with his horn and his shield in the waterfall at Amon Hen, and even though no one else could see it, he was buried also with a piece of Peregrine Took’s heart. He went to Gondor and spent time with the mad steward, Denethor. He was the one who saved Boromir’s brother, Faramir, from a premature funeral pyre at the hands of his father. He held the Palantir of the White Tower in his hands. He returned to Minas Tirith when he was an old hobbit, and he and Merry were buried there, in the home of his heart. He never ever the lost hope that someday, he would be with Boromir again in the West, beyond the Sea.
~end~
