Hello, everyone! At this point, I don't know if his will be a one-shot or not. I'll leave that up to you to decide. I thank Shadowivy-Returns and her story 'The Long Journey Home' for giving inspiration for this story. So, a special shout-out to her! Thank you!
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Pippin sat on a wooden bench in a hallway that was decorated with white marble and black marble pillars. The bench he sat on was tall enough for him to swing his feet without them touching the floor. He was clad in the garb of a soldier of the Tower Guard. The chainmail he was wearing was rather heavy, but he tried to ignor it.
"What were you thinking, Peregrin Took?" he said out loud to himself, "What service can a Hobbit offer such a great lord of men?"
"It was well done." he heard a voice say.
He looked to his left and saw Faramir enter the hallway.
"A generous deed should not be checked with cold council." he said as he approached him, "You are to join the tower guard."
Pippin hopped up off the bench as Faramir approached him.
"I didn't think they would find any livery that would fit me." Pippin said, looking up to the tall man in front of him.
"It once belonged to a young boy of the City. A very foolish one....who waisted many hours slaying dragons instead of attending to his studies." Faramir said.
"This was yours?" Pippin asked, intrigued by Faramir's story.
"Yes, it was mine." Faramir said, "My father had it made for me."
"Well, I'm taller than you were then." Pippin said, proudly, "Though, I'm not likely to grow anymore....except sideways."
Both Pippin and Faramir burst into laughter. Faramir'ssmile grew as he watched Pippin laugh. Pippin had a smile like no other and his eyes seemed to just sparkle with life and happiness. His chocolate-brown hair cascaded down to his shoulders and framed his young face. The laughing gradually died down and Faramir looked down upon the small being before him. Faramir's body seemed to take over his mind and he slowly knelt down in front of the Hobbit. He brought his hand up and placed it on Pippin's cheek. His fair skin was soft and smooth. He moved his hand downward to trace lightly over Pippin's neck. Pippin sighed and closed his eyes, the roughness of Faramir's gloved hand making him shiver. Faramir leaned in slowly and softly pressed his lips of Pippin's. Pippin responded quickly and teased his tongue at Faramir's lips. Faramir suddenly came to his senses and pulled away quickly.
"I'm sorry." he said, looking away, ashamed.
"Why did you stop?" Pippin asked.
"I should not have done that." Faramir said, "I know you could never feel that way about me."
"What do you mean?" Pippin asked, confused.
"I....I just..." Faramir stuttered.
Pippin placed a hand to Faramir's cheek and turned him back around to face him.
"I trust you." Pippin said, "Kiss me again."
Faramirhesitated a minute, not knowing whether or nor to proceed. Pippin nodded and gave Faramir a reassuring look. Faramir slowly leaned in and pressed his and Pippin's lips together. Just a whisper at first, but it grew stronger. Faramir cupped Pippin's face in his hands and ran his fingers through Pippin's curly hair. Pippin explored the depths of Faramir's mouth with his tongue. His mouth was warm and he tasted of ale and sunshine. Pippin wrapped his arms around Faramir's neck and pulled him closer. Faramir ran his hands up and down Pippin's skinny back, hugging him close. Pippin gasped as he felt Faramir's hands gently cup his hips.
"Wait." he said, breaking the kiss.
"What is the matter?" Faramir asked.
"We can't do this here. Someone will see." Pippin said.
"Aye, you are right." Faramir said, "Come with me."
He stood to his feet and took Pippin's hand in his and lead him down a small series of hallways to his bedroom. He closed the door behind them and locked it. The room was large and had whitemarble floors like the rest of the palace. There was a finely woven rug underneath the queen-sized bed. There was a large fireplace oppositethe bed and the hearth above it was supported by black marble pillars. There were three large windows oppositethem that allowed light to stream in and illuminate the entire room. Faramir walked over to the windows and drew the curains over them, darkening the room just a bit.
"Can't have anyone looking in here, can we?" he said.
He walked back over to Pippin and knelt down in front of him. He took his small hands into his and looked sincerely into his green eyes.
"Pippin, are you sure you want to do this?" he asked in a serious voice.
"What do you mean?" Pippin asked.
"I don't want you to feel obligated to do this; I want you to do this because you want to, not because you feel I'm forcing you to." Faramir explained.
"I trust you and I know you won't hurt me. I want to do this. I want to be with you." Pippin said.
"All right. That's all you need to say." Faramir said, smiling, tenderly at the Hobbit.
Pippin undid Faramir's belt and slid it off him, letting it fall to the ground. Faramir did the same to Pippin and lifted his hawberk up over his head and laid it on the floor. Pippin took off his gloves and the undershirt he'd been wearing under the chainmail. He was now down to only a pair of black pants. Faramir quickly took off his own armor and his undergarb so he was now completely naked. Faramir knelt back down to Pippin and pulled him close. Pippin trailed kisses down Faramir's neck and shoulders, nipping and biting. Faramir teased at the hemline of Pippin's pants, slipping his hand inside. Pippin gasped as he felt Faramir's large hand cup his Hobbit-hood.
"You're so big, Pippin." Faramir whispered into his pointed ear.
"But not nearly as big as you." Pippin whispered back.
"Nonsense." Faramir said, tugging at Pippin's pants until they fell to the floor.
Faramir stroked Pippin with great care, making Pippin moan and writhe in his arms. Pippin wrapped his arms around Faramir's neck and pressed their lips together, kissing him with passion and warmth. Faramir ran his hands down Pippin's back and down to the backs of his thighs. Pippin wrapped his legs around Faramir's waist and gasped as he felt their shafts brush together. That was enough to make them both harden almost at the same time. Faramir stood up, picking up the Hobbit with great ease. He gently layed him down on the soft bed, kissing him the whole time. Pippin ran his hands through Faramir's light brown hair and moaned as Faramir rocked his hips against his. The friction it caused drove him insane.
"Oh, Faramir...I need you...inside me." Pippin gasped as Faramir trailed hot kisses down his neck.
"Just a minute." Faramir said, leaning up.
H reached over to the small cabinet beside his bed and took out a small bottle of oil.
"Always prepared, I see." Pippin said, "Hurry up."
The need ached between Pippin's legs and he squirmed.
"Be patient. I am not doing this without preparing you first." Faramir said, uncorking the bottle.
He coated two of his fingers with the oil and set the bottle aside. With great gentleness and care, he pushed his fingers into Pippin's tight entrance. Pippin gasped and thrust forward with his hips, bringing Faramir's fingers deeper within his willing body. Faramir slipped a third finger into Pippin without any resistance. Pippin made only one tiny sound of discomfort as Faramir slowly stretched him for what was to come.
"Oh, oh, Faramir...take me....please." Pippin gped when he could stand no more.
Faramir pulled his fingers out of Pippin and used some more oil to slick his hard, throbbing shaft. He leaned down, covering Pippin's small body with his own. Pippin clung to Faramir with anticipation.
"Pippin have you ever done this before?" Farmir asked.
Pippin shook his head.
"This could hurt at first." Faramir said.
"I don't care, just take me." Pippin gasped.
Faramir nodded and positioned himself over Pippin's opening and pressed it. Pippin gasped and tensed up as he felt Faramir slowly breach him. He gasped and closed his eyes to hide the pain that lingered as Faramir pushed inside him inch by heart-stopping inch. Faramir stopped when he was about half way in, not wanting to over-step his boundaries and hur the small being beneath him.
"Wh-why did you s-stop." Pippin asked.
"I do not want to hurt you; you are much smaller than me." Faramir said.
"I need you all the way inside me. Please." Pippin pleaded.
Faramir slowly pushed the rest of the way into Pippin's willing body and sheathed himself to the hilt. Pippin gave a weak cry as he felt a flash of pain. He winced and breathed hard, trying to will his treacherous body to accept Faramir. Faramir could see the pain on Pippin's face that he was trying so desperately to hide. He started to pull out of him when Pippin gripped his shoulders to stop him.
"D-don't...please don't." Pippin said, his insides starting to relax and ecompass Faramir's huge shaft like a warm liquid.
Faramir felt this and pushed back into Pippin and groaned at the tightness. Pippin's head spun as he felt Faramir begin to move inside him and he spread his legs wider apart so he could take more of Faramir in. Every single nerve in his body electrified and he became super-sensitive between his legs. He could feel every inch of Faramir as he thrust inside him, he could feel every contour of his huge shaft. Pippin racked his nails up and down Faramir's back and gasped for breath as Faramir thrust in and out of him. Faramir was lost in the intense feeling when he suddenly found himself laying on his back with Pippin straddling him.
"You were going too slow." Pippin said, thrusting his hips down to meet Faramir's.
"I didn't want to hurt you." Faramir said.
"Shhh." Pippin whispered as he leaned down and pressed his lips to Faramir's.
Faramir reveled in the warmth and sweetness of Pippin's soft mouth. They seemed to form as one and breathe each other's breath. Pippin leaned up and supported himself with his hands on either side of Faramir's shoulders. He rocked his hips against Faramir's, groaning as Faramir bucked wildly into him. Faramir suddenly flipped back over so he was laying between Pippin's legs.
"I prefer this position." Faramir said, thrusting forward with his hips.
By now, Pippin didn't care what position they were in, just so long as he could feel every inch of Faramir's long shaft sliding in and out of him. Sweat poured from every pore on their bodies and their hair was soaked with it. Faramir ran his long fingers through Pippin's wet hair and nipped at his pointed ear, which Pippin enjoyed greatly. Faramir was pressing his erection firmly inside Pippin and Pippin's muscles quivered around him. Faramir pulled out of him almost all the way and plunged back into him raising a throaty cry from Pippin. This was beyond anything Pippin could have ever imagined it would be like. He had pleasured himself many times before and he thought that was veryintense. But this....this was a tiny part of that magnified to an enormous level, almost beyond what Pippin could bear. Faramir reached between them and stroked Pippin's own throbbing shaft. Pippin groaned loudly, arching his back. Faramir stroking his shaft combined with the mind-blowing feeling he was getting between his legs was enough to make anyone scream with sheer ecstasy. But Pippin forced himself to remain silent, not wanting for anyone to hear them. He let out pathetic little cries as Faramir bucked his hips forward wildly.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, F-Faramir....oh, harder, f-faster." Pippin gasped.
Faramir responded by speeding up his movements, forcing himself not to cry out. They stayed like this for at least an hour, hovering right on the brink of release, but not quite getting there. They were so close yet so far away from the most amazing, mind-blowing thing they'd ever felt. Suddenly, when Pippin thought he would just explode from the sensations, both of them were seized by the most mind-blowing, hot, heavy orgasm anyone could ever have. Now, Pippin could not contain himself anymore. He screamed and arched his back, throwing his head back with sheer ecstasy. Faramirfelt himself almost unable to move as the heat seized him, but he kept pumping into Pippin and he, too, cried out. Pippin gripped the blanket under them until his knuckles turned white and his muscles seized up around Faramir. Faramir buried his face in Pippin's shoulder, trying to stifle his screams. Faramir gave one final hard thrust and a wave of fire shot through Pippin and landed hot and heavy between his legs. With that, they both released, Faramir spilling his hot seed deep within Pippin. Once it was all over, Faramir collapsed on top of Pippin and Pippin's body went limp. Both of them gasped wildly to get a breath. Once they could breath again, Farmir leaned up on his elbows and looked into Pippin's eyes.
"That was...." Faramir began.
"....amazing." Pippin finished.
Faramir rolled over off Pippin and lay beside him, pulling the covers up over them. They lay there, intertwined in each other's arms for the longest time. Pippin lay his head on Faramir's chest and closed his eyes. He loved the feeling of Faramir's warm body so close to him. He sighed, loving the feeling of the wet stickiness between his legs. His entrance as still throbbing from his and Faramir's intense love-making. Faramir gently stroked Pippin's wet, curly hair.
"Pippin, may I ask you something?" Faramir asked.
Pippin leaned up on one elbow and looked into Faramir's eyes.
"Of course." Pippin said.
"Do you think that you could possibly be happy living in a place like Minas Tirith?" he asked.
"A-are you asking me to stay here with you?" Pippin asked.
"Only if you want to. I know you love the Shire; it's like a part of you, isn't it?" Faramir said.
"Could you give me a while to think about it?" Pippin asked.
"Of course. Take as long as you need." Faramir said.
Suddenly, Pippin remembered: his allegiance ceremony was in less than half an hour!
"I've got get cleaned up and get my armor back on. Both of us have to be in the throne room soon." he said, climbing out from under the covers.
Both of them went into the washroom and dried the sweat off them and brushed their hair so it didn't look like they'd just walked through a tornado. They then separated out their clothes and put their armor back on.
"How do I look?" Pippin asked, straightening the small robe that was over his hawberk.
"Fantastic." Faramir said, smoothing his hair.
They both walked back into the hallway they'd been in earlier and gave each other a reassuring look before stepping into the throne room....
A/N: Well, how do you like it? I would like to thank several other people for giving me ideas to put in here from reading their stories. I really hope you like it. PLEASE R&R!!!!!!