Title: A Lesson
Author: Ruby Nye
E-mail: shmi@bantha.org
Rating : NC-17
Pairing: M/P
Category: canon, slash, fluff
Warnings : some het, sorta. 
Summary: Pippin asks a question. Merry answers it.
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, and all I get for this
writing is nice notes in my email (hint, o reader, hint!).

Dedication: To the people who taught me.



A warm autumn night at Brandy Hall. "Oi, Pippin, you taste of cake," Merry
said, rolling his wriggling cousin atop himself. "Were you raiding the
kitchens again? And why didn't you bring me any?"

"I did, Merry! It's in my kisses!" Pippin grinned and kissed Merry again,
and Merry tightened his arms round Pippin and kissed him till he could
taste Pippin, sweet and young and male and spicy, rather than cake. It was
the first night in a week that both of them were spending in Merry's room,
and though Merry enjoyed the adventurous life of the tweenage heir to
Brandy Hall, he had rather missed his Pip. No one had those same green
eyes or was mischevious like Pippin or thoughtful in that odd, unexpected
way or had such delightfully naughty fingers.

"Merry?" Pippin raised his head, resting his chin on his hands on Merry's
chest, and Merry settled his hands on Pippin's back. "Merry, do lasses
feel different?"

"Different than what?"

"Different than lads, when you tup them." The candlelight turned Pippin's
green eyes nearly gold. 

"Well, yes. Why do you ask?"

"Well, tomorrow night I'm to meet Rosemary, Rosemary Brandybuck. Out by
the greatoak on the west side."

Merry laughed cheerfully. "She probably just wants a kiss. If you try for
more she may hit you."

Pippin shook his head with quite the triumphant expression. "Oh, no. She
had several kisses tonight. She says I'm the best-favored lad at Brandy
Hall---" Merry snorted at that, which Pippin made a lofty show of
ignoring---"and she wants me. We'd've tonight, but she couldn't slip away,
and besides I missed you, since you've been off gadding about. For the
last three nights I've had to sleep _alone_." That last word carried such
a freight of injury, and was accompanied by such a pout, that Merry
laughed again. "Oh, my poor neglected Pippin, who spent the three nights
before _that_ with Milo and Ferdie and I can't remember who else?"

"Is it my fault I'm well liked?" Pippin kissed Merry's nose. "Don't you
feel glad to have such a well-favored lad in your bed?"

Oh, my Pippin, if you but knew , Merry thought, but did not say. "What
humility! Peregrin Took, I created a monster the day I gave you your first
tumble!"

"A giant snake," agreed Pippin unrepentantly, and kissed Merry, his
eyelashes brushing Merry's cheekbone, his fuller upper lip soft and warm,
then pulled his head up again. "Still, Merry, I haven't yet even had my
hand up a lass's skirt. I've been too distracted by those pretty
breasts; besides they're harder to have a whole night with than lads. If
it's not too different, can you teach me what to do?"

Merry considered this while his hands moved aimlessly up and down Pippin's
back, tracing the bumps of his spine with slow circles. The differences to
be explained, the similarities to be shown, and how much fun it always was
to teach Pippin... "Yes, of course. We should make sure you do this
properly, for the honor of Tookland and the sake of Brandy Hall." Pippin
laughed at that, and Merry smiled to watch him laugh and kissed him
again. "So. Let's start with what you know. What do you know of
lasses?" he asked, mostly to hear Pippin tell it.

Pippin puffed up his chest, even while lying on it. "Well, I've kissed
plenty, and I've had my hand down several bodices, and unlaced
three. Lasses are softer than lads, rounder, in more clothes, and their
nipples are on those soft round breasts." Pippin made a squeezing motion
with one hand, to make Merry laugh. "That's as far as I've got, though."

"All right, then. Well, under their skirts, lasses have rumps, wider and
fuller than ours they tend to be. I think to help them carry
babes." Pippin gave an impatient nod, indicating he knew this already, and
could Merry hurry up? "The main differences are in front and between. They
have a patch of curls that makes a little triangle in front, about
here---" Merry indicated with his hand, and Pippin squirmed further into
his grasp and giggled breathily and kept listening---"and between four
petals, the outer ones covered with curls and the inner smooth, that feel
nice to stroke, both for you and her. There's a nub where the inner ones
join, it's very important to remember."

Pippin nodded. "Why?"

"Well, if you press it the lass you're with will wriggle and plead and
grow moist and cry 'yes' and just love you. Some even peak from that
alone. It's different for each lass, though. My advice is to press
light-firmly, like this---" his demonstration on a suitably sensitive spot
brought a gasp from Pippin, who closed his eyes for a moment, then opened
them again, shining as brightly as his grin. "She'll either say, 'ow', and
you do it softer, or 'more' and you do it harder, or 'yes', and there you
have her in your hand. Literally. Unless you use your tongue, but in some
ways that works even better."

Pippin looked delighted at the idea of having that much power. "Well! I
must remember, then. You know so much, Merry." 

Merry snickered at that. "All right. Are you ready for more of my
wisdom?" Pippin nodded, and Merry continued, thinking of how intriguing it
was to talk about lasses with a lad in his arms, almost like having both
at once. Better still, the lad was Pippin. "Then there's the passage. It
isn't like tupping a lad; there isn't a tight ring around the
entrance. It's more tight all through, and it can squeeze quite nicely,
and it's quite wet when a lass is full of desire. Sometimes, though,
especially if the lass has never had anyone within her before, there's a
thin ring of flesh that breaks, and it can even bleed. The first time that
happened to a lass I was with she and I both thought she was going to die,
and I don't know who wept harder."

Pippin whooped with laughter. "Who was she?"

"I am _not_ telling you." Merry gave Pippin a smack on the rump for
asking, and Pippin retaliated with tickling fingers, and they rolled and
thrashed and laughed until Merry nearly fell out of the bed. Pippin pulled
him back, heaving with breathless giggles against him, and kissed him for
a long warm moment that was shading up into heat before he let go.  "Mmm,
Merry, tell me more."

"More?" It was going from intriguing to difficult to think about lasses,
to think about anything beyond Pippin's green eyes and flashing smile and
thin warm body and hardness and slender muscled legs all tangled up with
his own. "I don't think there's anything more. Come here and kiss me."

"Oh, but there is," said Pippin, though he obediently kissed Merry for a
long warm moment before continuing. "I haven't _been_ inside anyone, you
know." Merry opened his eyes wide at that, and Pippin waggled his eyebrows
at him. "And I'd love to learn."

Who knew teaching could be so arousing? Merry returned the grin. "Oh, you
would, would you now! I think I deserve a reward for all this
teaching." Pippin opened his mouth to reply, then thought better of it and
grinned dazzlingly for a moment before setting those teeth to work at
Merry's neck. "Mmm, yes, Pippin," Merry moaned, tangling his hand in soft
curls, holding Pip to him with his other arm, as the sweet pain of being
bitten coursed through him. Pippin sucked at the bite, soothing it with
his tongue, until Merry couldn't bear it any longer and pulled him up for
another kiss as he rolled Pip beneath himself. Pippin wound his legs
around Merry's waist, and Merry sighed happily as he kissed his way down
Pip's throat, sinking into the familiar pleasure of becoming so entangled
with his Pippin that they couldn't tell where one left off and the other
began.

"Oooh, um, Merry?" Merry laid a final kiss to Pippin's collarbone and
raised his head. "Yes, Pip?"

Pippin's expression was strange, desire and love and yet something else
Merry couldn't identify. "Are you going to tup me?" 

Merry nearly said, 'Of course,' but something in those green eyes made him
remember. "Why don't you tup me?" he replied, and was rewarded by Pippin's
eager smile. "Ah, Merry, could I?"

Merry's heart caught in his throat, but all he said was "it's about time
you did some of the work." Pippin lunged up to grab Merry's hair in both
hands, but not too tightly, as he rolled them over, kissing Merry for all
he was worth, kissing him till he was delightfully breathless, nipping and
kissing and stroking his way down Merry's body while Merry trembled and
moaned and cried out. With the last scrap of his thought, Merry worried
that Pippin had taken his flip remark seriously, and opened his mouth to
try to say something, which was convenient when Pippin's hot sweet mouth
sank down onto him and all he could do was gasp and writhe.

Wet sucking twining heat was suddenly replaced by empty coolness, and
Merry made a little protesting sound, then heard himself, realized his
eyes were closed, and pried them open. Pippin was leaning over, the
candlelight dappled and golden on his slender body, rummaging in the
nightstand. "Found it!" he said cheerfully, holding the little red pot in
his hand; Merry managed a smile and reached for him, and Pippin squeezed
his hand even as he bent back to his task.

"Pip, Pippin, Pippin..." Merry heard himself crying out, felt his back
arching; Pippin made a soothing sound even with his mouth full, and Merry
felt it more than heard it, and was roused all the more. Pippin lifted one
of Merry's legs up over his back, running his hand caressingly up from
Merry's knee along his thigh and stomach and up to his heart, and rested
it there for a long moment, as Merry felt his heart pound beneath Pippin's
hand just as his pulse throbbed in Pippin's mouth. "Ah, Pip," he gasped,
and gulped for air, and flopped down against the bed again; Pippin's hand
slid back down, leaving trails of fire behind the skimming fingertips, to
slide around the base of him and beneath, those clever fingers.... They
left him briefly, and then he felt them return, lower now, warm and slick,
and one slid into him, and he wailed.

"Merry?" Pippin lifted his head now, concern in his voice. "Is this
good?" Merry spluttered, and tried to shout, "Yes!" but what emerged from
his mouth was not a word. He clenched his fist in the sheet to keep from
clenching it in Pippin's curls and pushing his head back down, and took a
deep breath, and could speak again. "Oh, it's good, it's good! Don't
sto--AH!" Pippin's head was down again, his tongue wet burning velvet, and
the first finger slid back and returned with a second, and Merry managed
to remind himself that if he bucked his hips he'd push Pippin off and end
this wonderful torment. He bit his arm and moaned, as Pippin's tongue and
lips wrapped him in hot pleasure, as Pippin's clever fingers stroked and
twisted within him.  Merry had done this to Pippin, several wonderful
times, and had watched through his curls as Pippin squirmed and sobbed and
peaked, and now oh how he was repaid! The image in memory and the
sensations now twined together and exploded into pleasure behind Merry's
closed eyes, and he arched his back again and screamed, "Pippin!" and
peaked, the pleasure arcing all through him. 

"Mmm." Pippin's clever tongue gently, caressingly withdrew, but his
fingers, now three, did not. Pip wiped the back of his hand over his
mouth, trailing his fingertips over Merry's belly, and Merry gasped and
quaked helplessly and brought a hand up to nestle in Pippin's curls. "You
look ready," Pippin observed with satisfaction, and Merry nodded, drawing
in a deep breath. "Oh my Pippin. I am."

Pippin pressed a kiss to Merry's navel, and sat up, getting his knees
beneath him. "Merry, my Merry. What should I do?" Again Merry had to
clutch at the bedsheets; restraining an impatient cry of 'tup me
already!', he took a breath and pushed himself up on his elbows and looked
up at his beautiful Pippin, kneeling over him. "Let me get my legs round
you, if I can move them. You might want to grease yourself."

"I might be done if I do," Pippin replied, and bit his lip as he obeyed,
and moaned; Merry felt his heart would burst with desire and impatience
and love. "Now come here, Pip. Easy, eas---!" One hand on Merry's waist,
Pippin withdrew the other as he slid in, and gasped, and slammed it home
so that Merry saw stars. He hardly knew he'd screamed until he could hear
Pippin's voice over the roaring of his blood, worried and loving. "Merry,
Merry did I hurt you?"

_Maybe. Yes, No. Pippin, Pippin._ Merry shook his head, opening his eyes
to look up into those wide green ones. "No, Pip, you didn't hurt me. Just,
easy." Pippin nodded, his hands warm on Merry's waist, and smiled, looking
flushed and beautiful. "I love you," he said softly, and Merry opened his
mouth to say, 'oh, Pippin, I love you too', but all he managed was the
'oh', shading up into a moan, as Pippin drew back and pushed forward,
slower this time. 

Pippin tried, he really did, but there was no way it could stay easy, not
this first time. Sensation rushed through Merry till it broke the thread
of memory, so that all he could remember afterwards were flashes of
feeling: his hands clutching Pippin's shoulders, his heels pressing
Pippin's back; Pippin's closed eyes and parted lips; how Pippin felt, deep
within him, hitting that spot that made him scream; Pippin arching his
back and clutching Merry's hips and peaking, his whole body tensed and
quivering; Pippin collapsing onto Merry, seeking his mouth, wrapping his
hand round him, wringing another peak out of Merry with a few quick
strokes.

Merry came back to himself, sticky and sweaty and with Pippin atop him,
feeling just wonderful. He opened his eyes, taking a deep breath, the
aftermath of pleasure making all his limbs heavy and floating at the same
time; Pippin lay with his face nestled into the join of Merry's neck and
shoulder, his arms wound round Merry's chest. "Merry, Merry,
Merry," Pippin murmured. "Oh. That was grand."

Merry laughed breathlessly, his arms round Pippin. "Yes, Pip, it was." He
floated for a moment more, feeling little tingles all through
him; eventually he realized that not quite all of them were good ones, as
he shifted a bit, a tiny hiss of discomfort escaping him. Pippin wriggled
half off Merry to give him a bit of breathing space, looking at him with
wide green eyes. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"I think I'm a little sore. But it was worth it, Pip." He reached up to
tousle Pippin's disheveled curls, and Pippin smiled and kissed his
nose. _I was supposed to be teaching, wasn't I?_ Merry thought with the
few shreds of his wit left to him. "Be careful, though, go easy, you don't
want to make the lasses cry. It _is_ hard to control something attached to
your hips, isn't it?" They both chuckled at that, and Pippin said slyly,
"I'll just have to practice, won't I?"

Merry laughed, prying open heavy eyelids for one last look at those green
eyes. "Oh, yes, my Pip, we will practice." Pippin settled his face against
Merry's shoulder, and Merry wrapped his arms around his Pip and felt his
heart glowing within him as he closed his eyes again.

"Merry?" Pippin's voice pulled him back from the edge of sleep, and he
heaved a sigh. "Yes, Pippin?"

"Who taught you this?"

"Frodo did, and he made me wait longer than I've made you wait, and if you
don't let me sleep I'll make you wait that long till we do this again."

"No, you won't," Pippin said smugly, laying his head back down and draping
his leg across both of Merry's. "You enjoyed this too much."

_He's right_, Merry thought with a smile, as he fell asleep.