Chapter 1
Title: Down by the River
Author: Anemone Frost
Email: Weepingwillow987@aol.com
Pairing: M/P
Rating: NC-17
Summary: 1/2 Pippin is taking a
stroll along the Brandywine when
he's `attacked'.
Feedback: Yes, please. I live for
it. ;)
Warnings: Sex, basically PWP
Disclaimer: Characters belong Tolkien.
Pippin whistled as he strolled down the dirt
path, taking in the sight of the sparkling
water of the Brandywine. Normally, he would
be walking along the waters edge with Merry,
but his cousin was sleeping in this day,
feeling under the weather. Pippin had wanted
to stay with him, but the older hobbit ordered
him to go out and continue his morning routine.
The hobbit sighed, sitting on the bank,
dipping his feet in the cool, blue water.
He began to throw rocks into the flowing
river. "I wish Merry were here. It's so boring
being here by myself."
Sighing, Pippin rose to his knees, intent on
returning home to check up on Merry. A pang
of fear coursed through his mind, sending
tingles down his spine. Another pair of feet
were scuttling across the stones, and a wisp
of hot air grazed over his neck. When Pippin
tilted his head to view the person, he was
roughly grabbed around the arms, spun around,
and thrown down to the ground. He let out a
gasp as he hit, but it was startled one, not
a pained one. Heavy weight was applied to his
back, and he struggled violently, realizing
that his attacker was laying on top of him.
"Get off me, who ever you are!" Pippin
snarled, bucking wildly. He felt a roaming
finger trail across his buttocks, moving to
stroke his cleft through the fabric. Something
else, something harder, replaced the finger,
grinding into his rear. He couldn't believe
this was happening. He was going to be raped.
"Stop, please! Let me go!" Soft lips pressed
into his neck. Pippin's eyes widened. He
recognized those lips. "Meriadoc Brandybuck!
You scoundrel! How dare you!"
"Oh calm down Pip," Merry chuckled.
"Calm down?!" Pippin snapped, still squirming
under Merry's form. "How do you expect me to
calm down?! You nearly frightened me to death,
grabbing me and shoving me to the ground! I
didn't know who you were, and I thought
something terrible was going to happen to me!"
"It was just a little prank Pippin," Merry
snickered, nuzzling against Pippin's cheek.
"Besides, I can recall you pulling worse
stunts on me. Do I need to remind you of
the time you managed to lock me in the
cellar, in the nude?"
"Oh, it was just for a few minutes," Pippin
grumbled, "and there was nothing to be fearful
about. You scared me awful, Merry. Anyway, I
thought you were sick."
"Sorry," Merry murmured. "Oh, my gullible,
innocent, Pippin. I was never sick. I've
had this planned out for some time."
"You always have to get revenge, don't you
Merry?" Pippin growled.
"Oh, but I think you will like this," Merry
rasped.
Pippin let out a groan as his cousin
playfully squeezed his rump. The younger
hobbit tilted his head, capturing Merry's
lips in a passionate kiss. He opened his
mouth and whimpered as Merry's tongue plunged
inside, stoking across his tongue. Pippin
lifted his rump, grinding it into the hard
bulge in Merry's trousers, smiling at the
shuddering response from his cousin.
"Merry, I think we should return home," Pippin
stuttered, trembling as Merry's reached
under his waist, groping at his growing
erection.
"What for?" Merry muttered.
"You— you can't be planning on doing this
out here!" Pippin gasped, gazing into his
cousin's eyes. The smoky gray orbs were
glazed over, shining with lust. "Oh, Merry,
no! What if someone sees us, carrying on
as such?!"
"Well, my love, I suppose they will get a
wonderful show, won't they?" Merry laughed,
drawing his hand toward Pippin's laces.
"Oh, you can't be serious, Merry!" Pippin
squealed, trying to wriggle out of his
cousin's grasp.
Merry kept a tight hold on Pippin's breeches,
allowing the hobbit to squirm away for a few
inches. Pippin flushed as the trousers slid
off his waist, exposing his cream colored
rear.
"Merry you're awful!" Pippin shrieked. "That
was a dirty trick!"
Merry chuckled lightly, yanking at the pants
until they were completely off. "Of course,
and you know you love it."
Pippin smirked, "Normally, yes, but not
today! Merry what if someone comes by— "
He was cut off as Merry pressed his lips on
him, his kiss full of need, and Pippin
returned it with his own passion. Merry
wrapped his arms under Pippin's waist,
pulling the half naked hobbit into his
lap, quickly undoing his cousin's shirt,
tossing it alongside the discarded trousers.
Pippin reddened from the rising heat to his
cheeks upon realizing that he was being held
in the middle of the woods, completely naked,
while Merry still had all his clothing.
"What's wrong Pippin?" Merry asked, trailing
a finger tip over the crimson cheek. "Are
you embarrassed? You've never acted this
way before."
"Of course I'm humilated!" Pippin spat. "What
do you expect? I've never been naked in the
woods before!"
Merry gave a low laugh as he circled his hand
around Pippin's member, grazing the sensitive
crown with his thumb, making the
younger hobbit whimper and press his back
against the older hobbit's chest. "You seem
to be enjoying this well enough." He lowered
his head to Pippin's shoulder, nibbling and
licking at the pale flesh, causing Pippin
to arch his back. "Do you want me to stop?"
Pippin shook his head, fighting back tears
from the horrible ache in his cock. "You
know the answer very well Merry!" He grabbed
at Merry's hand, urging him to pick up the
slow, teasing pace. "Please, Merry— oh!"
Merry continued his ministrations, increasing
the pace of his flexing hand, gradually
griping the hard flesh tighter and tighter.
Pippin cried out, thrusting upward into
Merry's hand. The older hobbit leaned near
Pippin's ear, whispering sweet nothings,
making Pippin moan even louder. Pippin gave
a final thrust, screaming as his seed spurted
out. He shuddered from the after shocks,
growing lax in Merry's arms, becoming weary.
"Don't fall asleep, dearest Pippin," Merry
murmured. "It's not over yet."
To be continued.
Chapter 2
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