Chapter 2
Title: Down by the River
Author: Anemone Frost
Email: Weepingwillow987@aol.com
Pairing: M/P
Rating: NC-17
Summary: 2/2 Short and to the point.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Warnings: PWP
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien.
Merry reached down, his hand shaking while
he unlaced his pants, freeing his engorged
member. He hissed through clenched teeth as
Pippin rubbed his silky bottom against his
penis, creating a delicious friction. Merry
groaned and shuddered in delight.
"Aren't you going to remove your clothing?"
Pippin asked, tilting his head back until it
was resting on Merry's shoulder.
Merry chuckled, "No, I would prefer to leave
them on."
"Merry!" Pippin spat, blushing. "I am not
going to be the only one naked!"
He grabbed at Merry's pant legs, trying to
yank them off, but the older hobbit grasped
his hands. Pippin grunted in protest as he
was gently pushed to the ground onto his
stomach. His body jerked in surprise as a
slick finger entered his body, but he was
soon mewling under the ministrations of
his cousin's digit. His breaths came in
heavy pants, and he felt himself hardening
once more. Merry bent down, licking and
sucking at Pippin's ear as he added another
finger, making the younger hobbit buck.
There was a low rustling in the brush ahead.
"Merry, there was a noise coming from the
bushes," Pippin whispered. "I think someone
is watching us."
"Don't be ridiculous," Merry snickered.
"It's probably just a rabbit."
"All the same, I really think we should take
this elsewhere," Pippin replied, glancing
around anxiously. "It's too risky. If other
hobbits saw us— "
"I don't care if they see us or how they
would feel about it!" Merry retorted, a
wicked grin growing on his face. "The only
thing they would feel is jealousy."
"Merry," Pippin laughed, cheeks turning
crimson.
The younger hobbit shuddered as the fingers
carefully retreated from his passage, replaced
by the older hobbit's cock, nudging at the
opening. In one deep thrust, Merry buried
himself in the tight heat. Pippin cried out,
and arched his back into Merry's chest.
"All right?" Merry asked, kissing Pippin's
sweaty shoulders.
"Yes," Pippin whimpered, thrusting his bottom
against the older hobbit, urging him to continue.
Merry snaked his arm around Pippin's waist,
tugging at him until was in a sitting position
on Merry's lap. This was new for Pippin; he
was used to lying flat on his back while
Merry took him, but this was still arousing
nonetheless. It felt odd, yet enticing as he
was thrust upwards and his naked flesh rubbed
against the older hobbit's fully clothed form.
Pippin mewled and swung his arm to wrap around
Merry's neck, attempting to find some leverage
as the other hobbit pounded into him. Waves
of pleasure washed over Pippin's body as
Merry changed the angle of his hard thrusts,
striking Pippin's sweet spot over and over.
Pippin's member was fully aroused, leaking
from the tip, pulsating in a painful state.
He reached down, hoping to help relieve the
sweet agony but Merry pinned his hand, and
kept the other snug around his neck. The
younger hobbit tilted his head, giving the
other a pleading look, only to receive a
low snicker.
"Merry— please— harder— I can't stand this
much more," Pippin whined.
Merry laughed, but his thrusts grew more
forceful, causing Pippin to hiss in delight.
"Like that, Pip?" He bit down on Pippin's neck,
not deep enough to draw blood or hurt, but
enough to leave a small bruise. "Do you like
it when I get a bit rough?" Pippin nodded,
only able to give a weak groan. "Oh Pip, do
you realize how many hobbits would love to
see you like this? Moaning in sheer ecstasy,
sweat clinging in to your pale body while
your cheeks flush a beautiful shade of crimson.
Ah, you are a sight." Pippin clenched his eyes
shut, biting back a strangled cry as his orgasm
grew closer. "I bet a good deal of them would
fight one another just to get a chance to be
with you; to get a chance to be inside your
taut body; to get a chance to kiss your soft,
sweet skin; to get a chance to smell that
lovely peppermint scent emitting from your
silky curls. Such a gorgeous creature you
are." He rained kisses on Pippin's shoulder
blades. "But they'll never get that chance
because you're mine, and only I have the
right to ravish you. I'm so lucky to have
you." He laced his fingers into Pippin's
curls, turning the other's head until he
was able to kiss and lick at the red,
swollen lips. "Do you want me to relieve
you?"
"Yes, Merry," Pippin whimpered, clutching at
the hobbit's hand. Merry broke his hand free
and wrapped it around Pippin's cock, pumping
in time to his thrusts.
"Scream for me Pip," Merry groaned.
His cries grew frenzied. "Yes– Merry– harder–
faster– oh– Merry– harder– harder–yes–
yes–yes– Merry!"
Pippin shuddered as orgasm spread over his
body, reducing him to hard pants. Merry
tensed as the hobbit's muscles clamped around
his cock, making him cry out Pippin's name as
his seed spilled into the tight passage.
They remained that way, tangled in a sweaty
heap, breathing heavily. Merry placed a
gentle kiss on Pippin's shoulder, lapping
and sucking at the mark he had created.
"Merry, I really ought to get dressed now,"
Pippin chuckled, squirming under the ticklish
caress.
"Such a shame," Merry sighed. "I wish I could
keep you naked all the time."
"Merry!" Pippin spat. "You should know that
isn't decent behavior for hobbits!"
Merry raised an eyebrow. "And I suppose this
was? I guess it would be a bad idea, though.
The other lads and lasses would probably try
to steal you away from me."
A smirk grew on Pippin's face as he untangled
himself, reaching for his clothes. "Who says
the lads aren't already trying?"
"What's that supposed to mean?!" Merry
snapped, growing red.
"Wouldn't you like to know," Pippin leered,
sticking out his tongue.
Merry playfully swatted his rear. "You
mischievous Took!" He pulled Pippin's still
naked form back into his lap. "Tell me their
names so I can put them in their place. You
belong to me, and no one else."
"Aye, and you belong to me," Pippin murmured,
kissing Merry's tense lips. "You're the only
one I want to be with, love." Merry melted
under the touch and inserted his tongue into
Pippin's willing mouth. Their tongues dueled
for a breath time before Pippin finally
pulled away. "I hope you're not angry with
me."
"Of course not," Merry smiled. "Who are the
hobbits that are pestering you the most?"
"No, you'll only get yourself into trouble,"
Pippin snickered. However, he crumbled under
Merry's stern gaze. "Most just stare and make
lewd comments when I pass by alone at the
Red Dragon Inn. The only one that tries to
grab me is Daniel Bracegirdle."
"Well, the next I run into Daniel Bracegirdle,
his face will have a date with my fist,"
Merry sneered.
Pippin rolled his eyes. "Oh, Merry, you're
far too protective, but I suppose a part of
me loves you for it."
"Good," Merry murmured, placing a quick
kiss on Pippin's brow. "Now, get your clothes
back on. We have a trip to the Red Dragon Inn.
I have the sudden urge for an ale."
Pippin's eyes widened briefly. "You want to
travel all the way to the Red Dragon, just
for an ale? You always were the jealous one,
Merry."
Merry shrugged, grinning ear to ear. A frown
grew on Pippin; he recognized that impish
tint in Merry's gray orbs. Pippin scrambled
to clothe himself, and ran off into the trail
as Merry chased after him. Pippin squealed as
Merry groped and pinched his bottom. They
continued the playful act, not even stopping
when they passed a group of hobbits, ignoring
the disgruntled looks they received. The Red
Dragon Inn could be made out in the distance.
End
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