Title: Another Untitled Party Vignette 
Author's Name: Ruby Nye 
Author's email: Shmi@bantha.org 
Pairing: Merry/Pippin 
Rating: NC-17 
Warnings: slash 
Summary: Merry is graceful. Pippin's not so young. 
Disclaimer: A benign avocational fabrication. 
 
Merry was obnoxiously beautiful, Pippin had decided early in the evening's 
festivities. Pip was gawkily in the midst of a growth spurt, tripping over 
his own feet and lurching into people, but Merry sailed gracefully around 
the dance floor, his shoulders looking broader than ever in his new 
jacket, his yellow hair gleaming in the lamplight as he tossed his head 
and kicked up his feet. Pippin roamed the party, weaving among the chairs 
and tables with as few stumbles as he could manage, wishing Fatty the 
happiest of birthdays, laughing and drinking and flirting with lads and 
lasses, but all throughout from the corner of his eye he watched his Merry 
shine. 
 
When the musicians struck up a winter reel, Pippin wriggled to the edge of 
the floor to watch Merry and Estella lead out the dance, her reddish-dark 
hair contrasting with Merry9s bright head. Smirking into his mug as he 
listened to the lasses and matrons behind him cooing over the future 
Master of Buckland, Pippin watched them step and spin, followed by and 
trading partners with the other couples; they executed a particularly 
difficult step and Pippin cheered and clapped, admiring and a bit envious 
of Merry9s grace, then utterly delighted when Merry glanced over the crowd 
to find him and flashed him a bright smile. 
 
The dance swirled to its end; Merry spun Estella and bowed to her with a 
flourish as she giggled, then smiled in Pippin9s direction and loped over 
to drape his arm about Pip9s shoulders and steal his mug. Even though he 
obligingly protested, Pippin couldn't help but grin at Merry as he tossed 
back the cider, the apple in his throat bobbing; when he settled their 
brows together Pip felt almost ridiculously warm all over. "Hoy, Pip, come 
with me?2 
 
"Away from this grand party?" Pippin went, of course. Merry's arm warm and 
heavy behind his neck, Merry9s hand holding his shoulder and steadying him 
when he tripped, Pippin wove and glided through the party with him, 
greeting friends and escaping relatives, and out into the candlelit 
corridor. 
 
Once they were alone, Merry laughed brightly and kissed Pippin under his 
ear. "Enjoying yourself?" he asked, and Pippin smiled, leaned forward to 
return the kiss, and promptly tripped over nothing and nearly fell. Merry 
laughed and caught Pippin with an arm across his chest, and set him on his 
feet and straightened his weskit. "Good thing you weren't dancing!" Merry 
exclaimed, still laughing. 
 
Face flushing, Pippin folded his arms. "'Twasn't all that funny!" he 
snapped, and Merry merely laughed all the more for reply, leaning against 
the wall; after a few moments of watching Merry, head tipped back and 
candlelight in his hair, Pippin began to laugh himself. It probably was 
that funny, come to think. Even so, though he laughed, he looked at Merry, 
who had never really had an awkward phase, who finally ceased laughing to 
regard Pippin with smooth self-assurance as he draped his arm round 
Pippin's shoulders again and turned them back towards the party. "I 
thought I'd look in on you," Merry said in older-cousin tones that made 
Pippin bristle, and a thought came to him, a plan to shake that 
self-assurance just a little and have a bit of fun all at the same time. 
 
So, instead of indignantly insisting that he was fine, Pippin widened his 
eyes and asked, "Cast your eye on anyone tonight, Merry?" 
 
"No one I need your help with," Merry teased, and Pippin prickled all over 
with a little outrage and a great deal of desire. "How about you, Pip? 
Found someone you might charm without dancing?" 
 
Pippin smiled brightly even as he shook his head, and Merry raised a 
puzzled eyebrow. "Freddy and Stel throw a grand party full of fair guests, 
but I haven't lit on anyone. Except, of course, a handsome conceited 
Brandybuck." 
 
Relieved that the expected retort had finally arrived and was quite mild, 
Merry laughed and leaned in for another kiss, and this time Pippin met him 
halfway. Making sure the kiss wasn't at all cousinly, Pippin pushed a bit, 
and Merry, distracted as Pippin nipped gently at his lip, took a step 
back. Kissing Merry was so nice Pippin almost forgot what he was about, 
but he reminded himself that he had a plan, and if it came off it would be 
even nicer; so, as he tilted his head he flicked an eye open, and saw, 
beyond Merry's closed, fair-lashed eye, a set of closets near the entrance 
to the ballroom. Hoping that no one had had the same idea before him, 
Pippin pushed Merry up against one door, and it obligingly swung open 
behind them. Merry pulled his head up to laugh. "Goodness, Pippin, we're 
falling into a closet." 
 
"Convenient, that," Pippin replied mildly, kicking the door shut behind 
him. The closet smelled of sweet herbs to keep moths away; it was empty, 
its linens and lamps probably the ones decorating the party. The dimness 
after the bright hallway left Pippin blind, but he could still feel 
Merry's shoulders tense beneath his hands, Merry's apprehensively indrawn 
breath before he said, "Pip, we can't in here, someone will come in---" 
 
"Not if we block the door," Pippin replied, grinning now even though it 
couldn't be seen, as he took advantage of Merry's confusion to turn them 
about and push him up against said door. Merry opened his mouth to 
protest, and Pippin stopped it with another kiss, plunging his tongue into 
Merry's mouth till the "mmph"s faded to moans. When Pippin pulled his head 
back Merry craned his neck to hold the kiss, and Pippin could have 
laughed. 
 
Instead he dropped to his knees and undid Merry's breeches-buttons, as 
swiftly as he could, before Merry could do more than gasp, "Pippin, what 
in all the---oh!" Despite his protestations, he was half-hard already, 
nearly bursting from his smalls; Pippin breathed moist heat over Merry's 
prick, and nearly giggled with glee at the groan above him. 
 
"Pip-pin..." A dull thud, as Merry banged his head against the door, as 
Pippin took as much of Merry as he could into his mouth. "Pip!" Pippin 
breathed through his nose, savoring the rich familiar scent of Merry; then 
he pushed down further, felt Merry's prick harden in his mouth and Merry's 
velvet-clad thighs tremble beneath his hands. "There's, ah, a party! On 
the other side, lawks, Pippin, the other side of the wall!" 
 
Well, if Merry could deliver such a long speech Pippin really had to work 
harder. He pulled his lips up and off, slowly enough to win another moan, 
and replied, "you'll just have to keep quiet then, won't you?" Merry 
spluttered, and Pippin wrapped a hand round the base, thumb hooked behind 
the sac, and tucked his lips just over the head, sucking lightly, licking 
in circles as Merry groaned in surrender and sagged back against the door. 
 
"Wicked," Merry murmured warmly, his hand settling into Pippin's curls; 
Pippin stroked with his thumb and sucked a little harder, bobbing his head 
slightly, feeling the velvety skin beneath his lips slide, listening to 
Merry's breathing hitch. "My wicked Took."  Pippin couldn't restrain a 
triumphant giggle; Merry might call him wicked, but he surely wouldn't 
call him 'little', not while he was doing this. Above him, Merry moaned, 
fingers twitching in his hair, prick twitching in his mouth; the moan was 
muffled suddenly, and Pippin guessed that Merry must be biting his fist to 
quiet himself. 
 
Well, Pippin would just give him more need for a muffle, then. He eased 
off the sucking to use his tongue in long dragging licks that made Merry's 
thigh shudder under his hand; he pressed the firm trembling muscle for a 
moment longer, then reached to his pocket where he knew he had a few 
peppermint sweets done up in paper twists. Pippin pulled his head up, not 
slowly as before but quickly, and Merry gasped, bereft, fingers clenching 
in Pippin's hair before he made them let go. "Are you trying to kill me?" 
Merry asked indignantly, and Pippin laughed as he tucked the candy into 
his mouth. Yes, peppermint, good and strong. "Enjoying yourself?" Pippin 
said, and laughed again to hear Merry's snort. "Pippin, _please_..." 
 
Merry hardly begged unless he was quite far gone; power made Pippin's head 
light as with ale, but he bent it again, licking Merry's prick all over 
while the peppermint melted in his mouth. Merry's breath came ragged, but 
he didn't cry or moan; Pippin longed to fix that, but dredged up what 
small patience he possessed and kept at it, peppermint hot-sweet mingling 
with Merry's musky salt warmth, till it was all dissolved. Then he tilted 
his head back a bit, chuckled when his nose nudged the blood-hot head, and 
pursed his lips and blew. 
 
"Augh! Pip!" Merry's wail set Pippin giggling and aflame in equal measure; 
he banged his head on the door again, as he arched against it so that 
Pippin had to clutch his waistband beneath his weskit and push him up. 
"Cold! Hot! What?" 
 
Pippin grinned at Merry's near-speechlessness, even as he licked up along 
the underside, tasting the different sweetish salt of Merry's own 
readiness. "Peppermint," he replied shortly, and plunged his head down; 
Merry arched against the door again, pressing a hand to it as if to dig 
his fingers in as Pippin bobbed his head in earnest now, sucking hard, 
pressing his tongue to Merry's prick, cupping Merry's tightening eggs in 
his hand.  Merry's writhing and moaning roused Pippin so that his own 
prick pushed against his breeches-buttons, achingly hard, but both his 
hands were as delightfully busy as his mouth, and he wouldn't've pulled 
one away even to tend himself, not when Merry was so close. A few more 
strokes, and Merry groaned and staggered and peaked against the back of 
Pippin's throat, smacking the door with head and hand; Pippin wrapped his 
arms round Merry's hips to steady him as he carefully swallowed, as his 
own prick twitched in sympathy with Merry's in his mouth. 
 
"Pippin. Lawks. My Pippin." Merry gasped, sagging against the door, chest 
heaving so that Pippin could feel his whole body trembling. "By all the 
Shire, you wicked creature, Pippin! Get up here!" Merry clamped a hand on 
Pippin's shoulder and hauled him to his feet and into a fierce kiss, 
pushing him against the door in his turn. Pippin's giggle ended in a gasp 
as Merry pressed a hand over his prick, kissing him fit to steal his 
breath away and undoing his buttons one-handed. Pressing Pippin into the 
door with leg and thigh and shoulder and kiss, Merry stroked him in the 
same rhythm as he plunged his tongue into his mouth; Pippin wound his arms 
round his sturdy strong Merry, waist and neck, clinging to hold himself up 
as his knees melted when his peak burst like a sweet firework within him. 
Merry drank up his moans and pressed him upright, and he gasped over 
Merry's lips brushing his, feeling both their damp curls stuck to his 
brow, till his feet would hold him up once more. 
 
"Pippin!." He opened his eyes at the proud surprise in Merry's voice, and 
found Merry's eyes glinting in the dimness, right before his. "You're as 
tall as I am!" And so Pippin was; startled and still dazed from his peak, 
he blinked in confusion for a moment before he smiled. "Taller, I 
warrant," Pippin said with his cheekiest grin, and Merry growled and shook 
his shoulder. "You left me all sticky," Merry complained as he tugged out 
a handkerchief to wipe off his fingers. 
 
"You could have sucked me off too," Pippin retorted, smiling ear to ear, 
doing up Merry's buttons and then his own.  "I could have left you 
proddy," Merry replied, tilting their foreheads together as he began 
sucking on his first two fingers; Pippin sucked on the last two, tasting 
the last bits of his own seed on them, then on Merry's lips as Merry 
kissed him again and wound his other arm round Pippin's waist. "I think 
I'm done with dancing tonight, at least on my feet," Merry murmured, their 
noses touching. "Come to bed with me, Pip?" 
 
Pippin let his kiss answer for him, pressing Merry's lower lip between his 
own before he let go. Merry grinned, teeth shining in the dimness, and 
turned to pull the door open. 
 
Then he tripped, and Pippin laughed.