Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine. Damn...
ALRIGHTY THEN! Let's get this thing started, shall we?
WARNING: This is slash. No like, no read. I don't want any people being all like "Ewwwwww..." on my reviews, gotcha? Can't stand people like that. So, if you are one of those uptight people, stay the hell out of this fic. I promise, you won't like it, and I don't want to be held responsible for your homophobic nightmares after you read this, k?
For all you people who do like stuff like this- buckle your seatbelts, it's gonna be a wild ride.
Not really, I've just always wanted to say that...
But do feel free to roll around in your pervy mind pictures. After all, that's what this is all about, right?
Pippin woke with a start (nope, not a finish, a start.). He wasn't sure what had caused him to wake so forcefully, but he was fully awake within moments of opening his eyes. Lighting the candle next to his bed, the panting hobbit tried to remember why he had been shaken from his peaceful slumber. While wiping away the bead of sweat that was slowly making it's way from his forehead, he gave up and threw himself onto his back, forcing his eyes shut despite the lit candle. After a few minutes of this, however, Pippin sat back up and wiped his hair out of his eyes. Sighing in frustration, he looked around his room. The shadows around his room flickered in the candlelight. It seemed so peaceful, the way the soft glow seemed to flood the room, bidding rest to even the most uneasy soul.
But not to Pippin.
Pippin, exasperated, got up and began to pace the room while trying to clear his restless mind. His thoughts, however, fell on his cousin (crash), Merry. As he sat back down on his bed, he sighed as he thought about his closest friend- those gold colored curls, those brown eyes...
No, Pippin tried to stop the thought before it got out of hand. I've been through this before- not tonight, not again... It was too late, and control was hopeless. Giving up, he pictured Merry, his mind wandered (woah, boy, better get the leash...) from his eyes down to his lips- beautiful, perfectly shaped lips that Pippin desperately wanted to-
He laid down again after blowing out the candle. Pulling the blankets over his shoulder and closing his eyes, he imagined and fantasized and dreamed of a love that could never be until he felt sleep overtaking him at last.