Title: Pippin's Confession 
Author: HungryHobbit 
Author's email: HungryHobbit157@aol.com 
Pairing: Pippin/Frodo 
Rating: NC-17 
Summary: Pippin finally tells his secrets to the one he loves...and gets 
what he always longed for. 
 
The morning dew was clinging to the beautiful green fields of The 
Shire. They practically called Pippin out to play. He loved it in those 
fields. He loved the way the soft blades would brush against his skin, 
forming their own love to him. Comforting him, when he was in his 
darkest of moods. 
 
This one particular morning, Pippin lay in the soft green, thinking of 
the one thing he loved more than any field… his Frodo. He had been 
wanting to tell him for quite some time now that he had these feelings. 
Wanting to see him every waking moment, wanting to hear his voice, 
wanting to touch him. He longed to tell him that every time he 
brushed passed him, his nerves would shiver. But he kept delaying 
himself, for he did not rightly know how he was to say it, when all 
things of the sort were unknown to the other Hobbits. They spoke of 
nothing relating to that nature. It was unheard of. But he could not 
bear the wait any longer. He had to tell him. But in the mean time, he 
just lay there letting the cool grass tickle his feet, clutching it in 
between his toes. 
 
Hours seemed to fly by peacefully as Pippin thought of his secret love. 
What would he tell him? How could he? Where would he start? 
 
Just then Pippin heard a disturbance in the distance. Someone was 
coming. He quickly sat up and looked around. It was his friend 
Merry… and him… Frodo. They were coming his way. Pippin 
anxiously fixed his curls to where they were not in his eyes, primping 
himself. Merry spotted the Hobbit, scampered over and thrust himself 
on top of him, knocking him to the ground laughing. "Gotcha!" he 
said. 
 
"Get off!" Pippin laughed. Once he did Pippin slowly looked up at 
Frodo and gave a silent gulp of embarrassment. "H… hi Frodo."
 
"Hiya Pip!" smiled Frodo. "What are you doing out here?"
 
"Oh, nothing. Just thinking. I love it out here."
 
"Me too" said Merry and Frodo synchronized.
 
"Would you like to have a walk then?" said Pippin.
 
"Oi! I'd love to! Let's g… oh no!"
 
"What is it, Merry?" asked Frodo.
 
"I just forgot that me mother wanted me back home about 20 minutes 
ago! I'm sorry Pip, maybe some other time." he said as he walked off, 
bummed.
 
"Oh alright, bye Merry! Would you like to come, Frodo?"
 
"Sure! Why not?" So it was done. Frodo and Pippin walked for quite 
some time through the fields of The Shire, speaking of this and that. 
Pippin would occasionally glance at Frodo, letting his eyes roam in 
different places each time. Frodo noticed this, but said not a word. He 
would just turn his head another way for a moment to let out a silent 
snicker. 
 
"Let us have a sit by this tree, Pippin." 
 
"Oh thank you. I was getting quite tired." Frodo giggled and 
apologized for letting his mouth get away with him. Pippin then 
looked at his mouth with lusting eyes, but hurriedly looked away 
again before he made any suspicion. Frodo raised his eyebrow and 
gave a half smile looking at him, waiting for him to say something.
 
"Pip? Are you alright?" Pippin jumped at the sound of his name. He 
slowly looked into the deep, beautiful blue eyes of his love and opened 
his mouth to say something, but nothing would come out. 
 
But then, "Yes, I'm fine Frodo, really." Frodo squinted his eyes in 
suspicion and smiled. "What?" laughed Pippin. 
 
"There's something you want to tell me? I can feel it. Come on now, 
spill it!" A bead of sweat started to form on Pippin's brow as he 
opened his mouth once more. "I - I.." he stammered, "I think I.."
 
"Yes?" edged Frodo as he came closer to Pippin's face.  Pippin 
couldn't hold it in any longer. Frodo was so close. He closed his eyes 
and leaned in to kiss him. And since Frodo was only an inch or so 
away, he did not have enough time to back up once Pippin's lips 
touched his. Frodo's eyes widened, but he did not break away. Pippin 
took advantage of the situation and peeked out his tongue a little, 
tasting Frodo's sweet lips. Frodo then broke off him for a second and 
whispered, "Is this what you wanted to tell me?"
 
Pippin silently sighed, looking into Frodo's eyes once more, and 
nodded.
 
"I was hoping it was," smiled Frodo. Pippin's eyes now widened. He 
was not mad! Not even a little, and just as he was overcoming the 
shock, Frodo brushed his hand against his cheek and kissed him once 
more, harder this time. Pippin opened his mouth a little, inviting 
Frodo's eager tongue to come in. Frodo explored his mouth. O, how 
sweet it tasted. Pippin began to then unbutton Frodo's shirt as they 
continued to fervently kiss. He pulled his suspenders down his 
shoulders and moved away the fabric from his beautiful chest. Frodo 
gave a hyper gasp as Pippin's fingertips brushed his bare skin as the 
sun's rays warmed it along with the warmth of Pippin's hand. He 
caressed his left nipple, making it stand up. Frodo's eyes rolled to the 
back of his head and he kissed Pippin even harder. Pippin's other 
hand began to run through Frodo's stubborn curls, feeling sweat 
begin to form on his lover's scalp. Frodo then removed his tired, moist 
lips from Pippin's and let his eyes roll back into position to look in his 
bright yellow-green eyes. 
 
Pippin gazed into his as well. "I've waited for this for so long, Frodo."
 
Frodo smiled, assuring him that he was not alone. Frodo then slowly 
unbuttoned Pippin's shirt for what seemed like hours. He did a few 
with his teeth and tongue, teasing his Hobbit lover. Breathing rapidly, 
Pippin noticed a bulge begin to form in his trousers. He blushed, 
hoping Frodo wouldn't see it…but he had. Frodo looked into Pippin's 
eyes once more and let out a slight giggle, for he was also hard. 
 
"I want you, Frodo" said Pippin anxiously. He went down to kiss 
Frodo's exposed chest, but he was held back as Frodo continued to 
remove his suspenders and his shirt. Pippin gave short, childlike gasps 
as Frodo's fingers touched his shoulders, and flowed down his arms. A 
tear then fell down his cheek. Frodo wiped it with his thumb and then 
suckled of it, tasting the saltiness of his lover's sentiment.  Pippin held 
Frodo's face and began to kiss him hungrily, tasting his own tear on 
his lips. Frodo ran his fingers through Pippin's cinnamon curls, 
releasing soft moans inside his mouth. Pippin reached for the 
beautiful Hobbit's trousers and began to pull them off. Frodo 
repositioned himself to make it easier, for they were still sitting under 
the cool shade of the maple tree. Pippin interrupted their kiss to 
finally kiss the chest he tried to get to before. Frodo leaned his head to 
the side and back and let his eyes fall back with it as Pippin explored 
his flesh with his tongue.  
Pippin then brushed his lips over Frodo's right nipple, taking a slight 
nibble at it. Now Frodo was the one giving the childlike yelps. 
Continuing to play with Frodo's upper body, Pippin's other hand 
went towards his lower body, and began to circle his bellybutton with 
his fingertip and down the skinny trail of hair that led to his erection. 
He swept his hand over the skin just above it for a while, teasing 
Frodo. Frodo began to run his fingers through Pippin's hair once 
more and let them slide down his back, squeezing here and there. 
Pippin, still raining tiny kisses on Frodo's chest, peered down to see 
his lover's erection getting bigger. It began to swell, as did Pippin's 
eyes. It was beautiful. 

He couldn't wait any longer just when Frodo said, "Oh come on, 
Pippin! I can't take it!" 

Pippin obeyed his request and slid his hand up Frodo's shaft, gently 
moving it up and down, making his feet twitch and slight giggles 
escape his mouth.  Pippin then moved himself downward to where he 
was on his belly with one of Frodo's legs on each side. He gently kissed 
the head of Frodo's erection and watched as Frodo clenched the grass 
beneath him, pulling some of it out of the ground. He then took as 
much of his lover down as he could and held onto his Frodo's buckling 
knees, keeping him still. 
 
"Oh Pippin! No!" Frodo begged as he desperately tried to free his 
orgasmic sensation with his joints. But Pippin now left him only one 
way to release it. Frodo gave one last big moan and came in his lover's 
mouth. Pippin let the hot liquid flow down his throat, so overcome 
with ecstasy that he didn't even notice the taste. 
 
Frodo then brought his lover's head up and tiredly kissed him. Pippin 
then lay his head on his lover's chest, hearing his heart beat violently. 
Frodo then caringly stroked his tresses, letting him know he needed a 
break.
 
"Pippin?" panted Frodo. Pippin slid his hand slowly down his tired 
lover's chest, as if to answer "Yes?" 
 
"Pippin, I want to make love to you." Pippin looked up at him, 
stunned. "Yes, I don't know how it works either, but I'd like to try - 
will you let me?" Frodo looked into his eyes with weary hope. Pippin 
slowly nodded at him, slightly afraid, but he trusted him. 
 
Frodo gently pushed Pippin to sit upright and then lay him down on 
the soft grass, caressing his shoulders as he did so. Pippin began to 
breathe hard and look into Frodo's blue eyes with worry, his mouth 
hanging slightly open.
 
"Please don't be scared. I will not hurt you. And if you want me to 
stop, I will." Pippin nodded in agreement, but he already knew, no 
matter what the situation, he would never want him to stop.
 
Frodo tiredly sat up and positioned himself to where he was on top of 
his Hobbit lover and had one of his legs on each side of him. He then 
went down and gave Pippin a slow comforting kiss, assuring him that 
he would keep his word. He looked him up and down as if to say, "Ok, 
let's see here…." He looked around for something to lubricate his 
lover, as to make it less painful, but he could not find anything. He 
then looked down at Pippin's face once more and smiled 
mischievously. 
 
Frodo then put two of his fingers on Pippin's lips and whispered, 
"Spit on them", and watched as his lover obeyed apprehensively, but 
seductively. 
 
Once his finger's were drenched with sweet saliva, he rubbed it 
against Pippin's opening. His lover began to buck his hips and squirm 
with sensation as he felt a few fingers go in as well, coating his 
entrance. Frodo smiled and slowly removed his fingers and placed one 
of Pippin's legs on each one of his shoulders and took hold of his hips.  
He looked into Pippin's eyes dearly as he gently began to put himself 
inside of him. 
 
Pippin's eyes widened and gave a high pitched yelp. He closed his eyes 
and scrunched his face as it continued to move inside. It hurt, but 
before he knew it, it was all the way in. He then opened his eyes and a 
happy tear fell down the side of his face. 
 
"Does it hurt? Must I stop?" asked Frodo concerned. Pippin 
erratically shook his head and edged him to continue. Frodo began to 
move in and out, slowly at first, but once he noticed Pippin's 
satisfaction, he sped up a bit. Pippin was deeply hurting, but after a 
while, it created a pleasure beyond any he had felt before. Frodo then 
closed his eyes and opened his mouth, releasing shortened, happy 
breaths. A smile was slowly being painted on both of their faces as the 
yelps flooded the fields with wonder. 
 
Frodo then looked at Pippin's arousal as it continued to bob along to 
the rhythm. He wrapped his fingers around it and moved slowly up 
and down, making Pippin gasp his name continuously, before his hot 
liquid splashed across his and Frodo's chests. Some even landed in 
Frodo's hair.
 
Pippin sat up and wrapped his arms around his lover, teasing his 
back. Frodo let out one more yelp, and Pippin could feel the warm 
liquid coat his insides and he turned Frodo's head slowly by his hair 
and kissed him hungrily. Frodo's thrusting gradually slowed down 
and he held his Hobbit lover in his arms and continued to kiss him 
tiredly. 
 
Pippin then parted from his sweet lips and looked into his eyes deeply 
and said "I love you, Frodo," as he lay his head on lover's chest 
feeling it rapidly rise and fall. Frodo slid out of Pippin's beautiful 
body and adjusted himself so he was kneeling and holding him. He 
petted his tresses as if he were a pet he had loved for years.
 
"I love you too, Peregrin," he managed to squeak out. 
 
They lay down in the grass face to face, holding each other and 
smiling. They giggled as the soft green tickled their naked bodies, and 
slowly drifted off to sleep, unsure of the future ahead.