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Peregrin Took walked aimlessly around the small pool, occasionally picking up a flat stone to skip across the calm water. His nerves were on edge since his fight with his sister earlier. Pearl had insisted on his involvement in her wedding, but Pippin had ultimately refused. He said he would have no part in her marriage to his long known enemy, Wilcome Cotton. The two had gone through their childhoods hating each other for one reason or another. But that wasn't any matter now. Pippin hated him, down to his wedding music-sounding heartstrings. Now he had a solid reason for hating him. The damn man would surely ruin his sister. He huffed around for a while, walking too and fro. He soon calmed down, thinking pointedly that this was his eldest sister, the one who looked out for him, practically raised him when his parents weren't there. His love for his sister overrode his hatred for Wilcome, or Jolly as his friends called him.
"I will surely never call him by that impudent name." Pippin thought aloud. He considered the wedding for a while before changing his thoughts to the cool looking pool he'd been pacing about. He often came here to be alone, to swim as he always loved to do in the Brandywine River. This pool was safer, though. No currents to tow him under, or fish to bite his toes. He tipped a toe in the cool water, determining the temperature. "Nice day for a good dip. Water's cool." He thought aloud again as he undressed, humming a tuneless melody. His sweet voice brought forth a few birds, who whistled out to him their approval for his wonderful chords. He was down to his bulky leggings, and debated on wether to go skinny dipping. Noone was around, a nice day like this all the boys went to the river. Pippin tired of their rough water play. He was now eighteen, almost to his tweens. Though, he undoubtedly acted more mature than all the other boys his age. Everyone complimented him on his maturity, though his wits were ill fitted for him. He was often clumsy and thick, nearly always the last to get the inappropriate jokes told during camp outs between the younger boys.
He decided to go in the skinny, looking around quickly before exposing himself to nature. He slipped into the shoulder deep water in the middle of the pond, floating on the top of the water easily. His body shone in the light, his tan skin complimenting his maturing figure. Firm muscles peeked through his skin, now beginning to form from the rough and tumble play he often associated in. His blonde hair fell in wet ringlets around his still childish face. His friends and family teased him for his almost 'pretty' looks. His lips pouted out from under his small nose. The accent to his face were his eyes, doe-like and always full of wonder, and his dimples, always showing. This could be for the fact of his constant smile, which made him even more 'pretty'. Were it not for his manly body, he would look like a young girl. But his muscles, not prominent, but visible, made a man of him. The light spattering of hair on his chest and abdomen did nothing to hide his visible pecs, and toned abs.
He sighed, swimming to a shallow area to began washing his hair. He sat in the cool water, shaded by a great elm tree on the far corner. He scrubbed his hair, and was totally oblivious to the young hobbit sneaking up behind him. This hobbit began to quietly undress, save for his leggings, and with strength seen throughout his body, lunged, knocking over and sinking the younger hobbit, who had just finished washing his curly locks. Pippin let out a surprised yelp, taking a breath so as not to drown, and when he came up for air, found his best friend, Meriadoc Brandybuck, leaning over grabbing his stomach in obvious laughter, which rang throughout the clearing.
"That wasn't very funny, Merry." Pippin said annoyedly. He suddenly realized his nude state, and his hands flew to cover himself. Merry saw this, and his laughter deepened.
"Out in......your birth.....day suit, Pip?" He asked between giggles. He tried to calm himself, and seeing the horror on Pippin's face, began to laugh again. It took him a while to calm down, and Pippin walked to the center of the pool, turning his back on his friend. "Oh, come on, Pip. It was just a prank. If I'd have known you were starkers I would have just kept on walking. I wasn't following you, if that's what you think. I was just bored is all." Merry tried in vain to apologize to the younger hobbit. Pippin looked at him over his shoulder, a glare on his face as he tried to dunk further into the water.
"Well, then leave, if you please. This is my private spot, and I wish to continue my swim." Pippin said, his voice telling Merry he was both annoyed and slightly embarrassed.
"Can't I join you?" Merry asked. Pippin thought it was a joke, but found sincerity on the face of his friend. Though Merry was eight years his senior, Pippin got along great with him. They had a lot in common, and both had grown tired of the other boys, and sought more dangerous adventures together. Pippin was considering letting Merry stay. They were friends, after all. It wasn't often, though, that another male hobbit went naked in front of another. Pippin got an evil look on his face, and decided.
"Ok." Pippin said, and Merry began to walk deeper into the water. "But," Pippin continued. Merry knew this wasn't going to be good. "You have to go naked, too." Pippin grinned maliciously.
"Why can't you just get dressed?" Pippin was ready for this.
"Well, you did get here last, and it is my pond. I chose to stay naked, and you can't stay unless you are, too" Merry had to admit, the logic was there. He felt uncomfortable, though. Noone knew he preferred the company of men, rather than women. He was slightly unsure of himself. He knew he shouldn't, but he was sometimes attracted to Pippin, and it showed, though his heavy trousers hid it. "Staying or not?" Pippin asked impatiently. He debated, knowing somehow he'd make a fool of himself. There was another thought, and it stuck. He could test Pippin, see how far he'd let him go. He thought about. He could play with him, pushing and dunking, splashing each other. Then he could 'accidentally' brush against him, or something like that. He decided. He would try. He would try and seduce his friend and cousin.
"I'll stay. But only because I have nothing better to do." Merry answered as he walked to the bank, unbuttoning his trunks as he went. He slid them down, and saw out of the corner of his eye that Pippin was staring at him. He was, undoubtedly, well endowed in that area, and his toned body complimented his sexuality like butter compliments bread. He tossed the clothes aside, turning back to face Pippin. His cheeks were tinted as he turned to look off at the distant woods. His embarrassment apparent. Merry smiled. Pippin was totally checking him out, but was it just comparatively, or was he actually admiring him? Merry swam out, taking a few laps around the still flushed Pippin before moving in for the kill. Pippin saw him coming, and splashed him. Merry expected this, and dodged it, attacking Pippin. They splashed and played for about ten minutes, forgetting their nude state. That is, Pippin forgot. Merry spent this time trying to figure out his plan. He grabbed Pippin from behind, restraining him. Pippin struggled, trying to escape, but Merry was much stronger. Pippin stopped moving, catching his heavy breath.
Merry decided to swoop now. He blew on Pippin's ear, causing him to shiver slightly. Pippin froze, unsure of what Merry was doing. Merry lowered his head, kissing Pippin's shoulder lightly, and slowly made his way up his neck. Pippin made no move to stop him, actually enjoying the tingling feeling of pleasure coursing through his veins. He'd never felt it before, being still a virgin in all aspects. He'd only just previously gotten his first kiss from Myrtle Burrows, and it was just a peck. Merry continued, now sucking on Pip's earlobe. Pippin moaned quietly as merry began sucking on his neck, kissing and nipping his way back down to his shoulder. He stopped, receiving a sigh of disapproval from Pippin. Merry switched sides, now working on his left shoulder, neck, then lobe. He no longer held tightly to the younger hobbit, but his hands caressed his chest, arms, and shoulders. Pippin's mouth hung open, his eyes closed in obvious pleasure.
Merry pulled back, walking around to Pippin's front, looking him seductively in the eyes. Pippin felt like a school boy, encountering his crush for the first time. His nerves were tingling, awaiting any contact, his heart pounded in his chest. He was giddy, waiting for Merry to make the first move, and unsure of what to do with himself. His mind was racing. His hormones soon overrode his brain, which was warning him that this was wrong. He'd been saving himself, and now he was ready. Merry finally leaned forward, catching Pip's pouty lips in a smothering, smouldering kiss. Pippin, still unsure of what to do, latched his arms securely around Merry's neck, pulling him closer. Merry's tongue massaged Pippin's lower lip, asking for entrance into the foreign mouth. Access was granted, and tongue's clashed, making sweet contact. Pippin moaned into the kiss as Merry's hands wandered over his backside. Occasionally fingernails grazed skin, causing a gasp of pleasure. The kiss finally ended after what seemed like ages. Breathing was labored as the two hobbits rested, leaning into each other.
They moved a bit, trying to get comfortable standing up, when hot, hard flesh met hot, hard flesh. The two gasped at the sweet contact. Pippin tried to grind into Merry, who backed off, turning to walk toward the shore. Pippin stood in the water, confused as to why he was left in his moment of need. The glance from Merry, though, made him snap back as he rushed toward him, under the large Elm mentioned earlier. Merry sat, leaning back onto his arms. Pippin sat next to him, very confused, and as always, not sure what to do. Merry soon reached out to grasp his hand, bringing it up to his own mouth. He pushed all but his pointer finger into a fist, and slowly engulfed it into his mouth, sucking lightly. Pippin let out a whimper. Merry stopped after a while, bringing up Pip's middle finger along with the pointer, and sucked on them. Three fingers were enough. Merry was ready to do with his plan. He moved closer, pushing Pippin back until he was lying in the cool grass. He kissed his lips once, then his chin. He moved slowly downward to his neck, chest, stomach, bellybutton, stomach, chest. He licked from the center of his chest, around to the left almost to his armpit. Pippin moaned, and wiggled a bit, as he was a bit ticklish. In a circle, slowly getting smaller, Merry slowly licked until he made sweet contact with a hard, erect nipple.
"Oh God!!" Pippin yelled as Merry began sucking violently on his nipple. The pleasure and pain mixed in a wonderful surge of feeling. Pippin thrust his chest up to Merry's sucking mouth. Merry pulled, making Pippin moan loudly. Merry let go of the nipple, moving over to the other one, sucking hard. Pippin was gasping, thrusting his chest up to meet with the hot mouth. Merry let the nipple go, taking Pip's mouth in a sweet kiss, then slowly moved down as he had earlier, until he got to his navel. He licked around on his stomach, causing Pippin to squirm. He licked around for a while before moving southward, to the light fuzz that led Pippin's hard, painfully erect cock. Pippin's eyes shot open as he looked down at his friend. Merry reached out to touch the beautiful member, grasping it firmly at the base. Pippin moaned loudly, and almost screamed when Merry's mouth engulfed the sensitive head of his erection. Merry's tongue massaged the sensitive nerves on the underside. Pippin thrust up his hips, moaning. Merry smiled to himself. His ministrations seemed experienced, but this was his first time, too. Homosexuality was openly frowned upon by the hobbits of Bywater. He had only dreamt of such things, and he had tried several things on himself, and found he liked them.
He pulled back, letting the member slide from between his lips. He then blew cold air on the exposed, sensitive flesh, causing Pippin to groan loudly. "God, Merry. I need......something. I need YOU!" The younger hobbit said as he sat bolt upright, catching Merry's lips. It was Pippin's turn for dominance. Merry knew it would have lasted longer if he was in charge, but lust filled their bodies, and Pippin slowly pushed Merry onto his back, lying on top of him, kissing and biting. Pippin grinded into Merry, who moaned hungrily. He grabbed Pippin's hips, moving them up and down in a good rhythm until they began to speed up, needing more sweet friction. Merry reached his hand between him, firmly grabbing both his and Pippin's cock in his fist, slowly massaging them. Pippin kept thrusting into his friend's hand, wanting only to release his seed. The pleasure building in his stomach gathered, and traveled swiftly to his cock, which throbbed as the blood coursed through it. Merry, too felt similar reactions, only his were more intense. They thrusted, arching their backs, moaning and grunting until sweet release took them. Merry almost yelled Pippin's name, but his lips were captured by the equally moaning Pippin. Milky white seed spilled all over the sweat soaked bodies, breathing was now heard in gasps, sighs, and moans as they rejoiced in the post-coital feeling.
They rested for a while just like that. Pippin's small form on top of Merry's larger one. Panting breaths slowly became deep breathing as the two slipped off into slumber in the cool shade of the Elm. Neither heard the twig snap in the woods in the distance, nor see the hobbit elf and man enter the clearing. "Look at those two lovers, Estel." The elf whispered in a strange tongue. "How wonderful. They look so happy." He added as the two hobbits began to stir.
"Yes, Legolas, but we should be moving. Bree isn't too far, and I want to make it by sunset." Said the tall man. A ranger was he called, but a gentleman of the elvish house of Elrond was he from. "Let us leave this sight, how beautiful it may be. Just looking is making my love for you stronger." He said, his voice husky.
"Yes." Said the elf, love in his eyes. "Let us leave them, Aragorn." And they went off as quietly as they came.
Merry and Pippin stirred, awaking to find the 'dream' had been real. Pippin looked deep into the older Hobbit's eyes, and leaned down to kiss him. Marry stopped the kiss, though. "I'm sorry if I offended you in any way. I don't know what came over me." He said shyly, though he knew what had gotten into him.
"I do." Said Pippin softly. "You were just a horny hobbit, as was I. No offence taken, I rather enjoyed it. An, Merry?" Pippin asked, his voice getting small. Merry moaned in answer, and Pip continued. "Is this just a one time thing, or can we do this again?" He asked, hope in his voice.
"Of course, my sweet Pippin. As much as you'd like." With that, Pippin dived, catching Merry's lips.
"How about now?" Pippin asked, not letting Merry answer before he took his mouth again.
THE END?????
A.N.
Hey, how was my first story? Please r&r. Should I continue writing various liaisons between the two, go to Aragorn and Legolas, or both????????? Help me out here, peeps?!?!?!? Should I keep up with my 'plot'? You tell me, Ideas are welcome.
