Title: I Took You for Granted 
Author: Burnt Sienna ; burnt_sienna_hobbit@hotmail.com 
Pairing: Merry/Pippin 
Rating: R or NC-17...couldn't decide 
Summary: Merry and Pippin think they know about their feelings for each 
other but didn't expect them to reach so far... 
Disclaimer: I do not own Merry, Pippin, Frodo or any of the other 
mentioned characters and sadly, I never will. *sob* 
Warning: If you just think of them as best friends, you'll be fine but really 
they're cousins so apparently it's incest (damn!) so there! 
Authors Note: This is my first LOTR fic and had to base it on my two fave 
hobbits! I wish they were real, really I do. Any reviews would be gladly 
welcome. I'd also like to thank my fic pal, Willow for giving me the 
strength to go as far as writing this! 
 
I Took you for granted
 
The days were long in the summer. So long that the little hobbit girls and 
boys could spend as much time as they wanted outside, in the blazing 
sunshine. It was times like this when the older members of Hobbiton 
appreciated the new safety of their home. The dark years had not passed 
but many of the Hobbits felt the need to keep a close eye on the 
youngings. Some also felt the need to keep their eye on some of the older, 
supposedly “wiser” hobbits.
 
“Aye, if that lad doesn’t watch himself, he’s going to get a right thumpin’ 
from me, no doubt about it. Thain or not, he deserves one!” came the 
grainy voice of Hamfast Gamgee, better known as the Gaffer. “Him and 
that bothersome Mr. Merry have been stirrin’ it up again before the 
celebrations have even begun!”
 
He was, of course, referring to Peregrin Took, the soon to be Thain of 
Tuckborough (“Not if I have anything to say about it!” said old Paladin, 
Peregrin’s father, who was aiming to live for another 20 odd years or 
more.) Today was the day of great celebration among the Hobbits, for it 
was Frodo Baggins’ birthday. This was an important day and the whole of 
the Shire knew it to be so. The party was set to begin that evening and all 
manner of fuss was being made. It was to be held at Bag-end, where Frodo 
had offered up his home for the festivities. Everyone was hard at work 
trying to get the food in, the decorations up and the important guests 
nicely arranged for the evening. Master Pippin however, hadn’t been seen 
for the last few hours and the news of his mischief had already reached the 
Green Dragon.
 
“So he’s actually gone and tried to burn down the East farthing, has he?” 
said old Tom Cotton, puffing away at his long-stemmed pipe.
 
“No, sir, beggin’ yer pardon, I believe you’ve got the story in a right mess, 
believin’ all the gossip, “ came the gentle voice of Samwise, the Gaffer’s 
son. Many curly-haired heads turned to look at him. “I guess I’d best be 
straightening this out before it gets any further. Young master Pippin was 
hoping to make this day a pleasurable one for all. Being the young Took 
that he is, he got it into his head that this party would be needin’ some 
fireworks, much like the ones old Gandalf used to bring round. Of course 
he won’t be here this year, so Master Pippin decided to try and make his 
own.” At this many of the old hobbits let out a few sighs, grumbles and 
exclamations of surprise. Sam paused to allow the noise to settle down. 
When every sound had been exhumed, he continued. “Of course he has no 
idea how to be makin’ such doo-dally complex creations and from what 
Master Merry said, he’d just set fire to the lighting flint round the back of 
Bag-end. That set the whole place a-blazin’ and I had to run in and help 
him and Mister Frodo out. That was this mornin’ though and I’m not 
surprised he’s scarpered for the afternoon. His father’ll have his guts for 
garters if he finds out.” Sam smiled at this, and puffed silently at his pipe 
as all the old hobbits yammered on about bothersome ruffians.
 
******* 
“Come on, Pip!” said Merry Brandybuck, ushering his friend into the 
shade of the roadside trees. They were heading towards a secret hiding-
spot they’d abandoned years ago. Pippin scurried ahead of Merry, giggling 
as he went. When they reached the little alcove under the great oak, they 
both collapsed, laughing.
 
“Now, I think it best if we wait here for a while before the party gets 
going. Only about an hour or so,” said Merry, leaning back against the tree 
roots behind him. Pippin glanced at his best friend, hoping for the 
millionth time to not find any displeasure on that face he knew so well. 
Merry’s opinion always mattered to Pippin and he always knew that once 
he’d upset Merry, he’d gone too far with whatever prank he’d done. 
Thankfully, the older hobbit had an amused look on his face and not an 
angry one. Pippin sighed. 
 
“What’s that for, Pip?” said Merry, raising a brow.
 
“Oh, I’m just considering my prospects for the coming evening my dear 
Meriadoc.”
Merry turned to look quizzically at his friend. Then realizing what Pippin 
meant, he shook his head. Pippin had been anxious over the past few 
months. He’d grown into a young gentlehobbit and with his new growth; 
he’d acquired some new sensations and needs that he hadn’t understood. 
Merry thought back to the first time he realized that his little Pip was 
growing up and gaining new interests. Merry had been confronted with 
them one night when Pippin had come to stay at Brandy Hall with him.
 
 Pippin always ended up sharing Merry’s bed. If he slept in a guest room, 
he’d usually feel lonely at night and creep into bed with Merry for 
comfort. And Merry, being his best friend, always welcomed him.
 
Well, as it so happens, Pippin was sharing Merry’s bed once more, when 
late one night, Merry had awoken. He lay there, blinking in the soft 
moonlight filtering through the window, considering the thought to rise 
and get a drink. Some soft sounds, however, caught his attention and he 
turned to find Pippin rolled up against him, dreaming fitfully. He was 
whimpering quietly in the darkness, his eyes screwed up, his hands 
gripping the pillow. Merry began to worry and carefully brushed aside 
some errant curls falling in Pippin’s face. As he shifted closer to wake the 
distressed Hobbit, he felt something he didn’t expect. So that’s what’s 
gotten him! Realized Merry, as his leg grazed across a lean hardness 
beside him. Poor lad probably hasn’t had one of those dreams before. 
Merry knew this because Pippin told him everything and wouldn’t have 
left out anything like this. Pippin was panting and wriggling now as his 
climax came to a head. Merry leapt out of the bed and retrieved his 
handkerchief from his trousers lying across the armchair beside the 
fireplace. As Pip shook, Merry slipped his hand beneath Pippin’s 
nightshirt and grasped his firmness with the handkerchief, causing Pippin 
to gasp. His eyes flew open as the wave of pleasure swept across his every 
fibre, making him convulse. Pippin opened his mouth to speak, but 
nothing came out. Merry held still until the wave had passed and 
soothingly, he carefully wiped Pippin with the handkerchief. Pippin just 
lay there, aghast, not knowing what had just happened. With big, round 
eyes, he turned to Merry. 
 
“Merry,” he whispered hoarsely, “What…I don’t …it… felt so good…” 
 
Merry chuckled. He ruffled Pippin’s hair playfully, knowing that more 
help was needed than scolding. “Oh Pip, you’re just growing up. You 
should expect a few more of those in the future,” he grinned, “ except you 
may not have me to clean up after you.”
 
Many questions followed that event and Merry was more than obliged to 
explain to Pip the intricacies of male Hobbit nature. After all, no one was 
there when Merry had first encountered his own confusing feelings. Merry 
chuckled at the memory. Pippin had him retell his own tales of lying with 
the ladies and Pippin was anxious to know what it felt like, the feelings of 
being with a girl.
 
“Do you think Este will be there tonight?” asked Pippin wearily, bringing 
Merry back to the present.
 
Merry thought hard, “Yes, I bet she will. After all, if Fatty’s going to be 
there, why shouldn’t she?” he turned to grin at his cousin, “Isn’t she a 
little…out of your reach, young master Took?” Pippin returned his grin.
 
“I think not! I’m Peregrin, son of Paladin! The most respected young Took 
in all the Shire. And quite a pretty lad if I do say so myself. The lasses 
should be falling over me tonight!” The two hobbits stared at each other 
then burst into laughter.
 
 
Later that evening Frodo was sifting through the guests, balancing a 
trayful of ale. He tried desperately to avoid all his relatives but kept 
getting waylaid by inquisitive cousins and long-forgotten uncles. After a 
while he just extricated himself from the mass of hobbits and made his 
way to a table near the far end of the field where Sam sat puffing away at 
his long-stemmed pipe. 
 
“Well I never!” gasped Frodo as he flumped into a chair and handed Sam 
his ale. “If I weren’t related to half of these hobbits I would have them 
killed and stuffed for all the chatter they make!”
 
Sam smiled, “Aye, mister Frodo but you should come to expect this 
behaviour at such parties and celebrations.” Frodo gulped back some ale 
and looked over at his faithful gardener. 
 
Sighing, he said, “Of course you’re right Sam. I guess I’m a bit tired 
today.” Sam couldn’t help staring at his master’s profile as he gazed about 
at the milling crowd. So beautiful and yet so hurt. Pain so deep, he’d never 
recover. Bilbo had been gone for many years and still Sam could see that 
Frodo missed the old Hobbit. He sighed and sipped his own ale.
 
“Hoy! Merry! Pippin! Where have you two been all this time?” cried 
Frodo leaping to his feet when the two young Hobbits erupted from some 
nearby bushes.
 
“Is my Da here? Is he about?” whispered Pippin, crouching low as if 
fearing his father would loom up behind him. Merry embraced Frodo.
 
“Hallo cousin! Wonderful party is it not? I see you’ve done a fabulous job 
of decorating.”
 
“You’re only saying that because you know you were supposed to be here 
to help me string the decorations!” cried Frodo, cuffing his cousin lightly 
on the shoulder. Merry chuckled and plopped down beside the dark-haired 
Baggins. Pippin gazed about, searching for his parents.
 
“Nothing to fear, young Master Took,” said Sam lightly, “Old Paladin has 
found Old Mister Rory and they both found the ale barrel. I’m certain they 
won’t be worritin’ about your little fiasco this evening.” Pippin let out a 
great sigh of relief.
 
“Oh thank goodness! If I survive this night I may be in the clear.” A long 
veil of curls and a blue dress caught his attention. “Oi! Look!” he 
whispered sharply, “ There’s Este! I’m going to try my luck and see if I 
can wangle a dance from her.” He winked at them all and sauntered up to 
the young hobbit lass. Frodo chuckled into his ale.
 
“He’s a brave lad, isn’t he dear cousin?” said Frodo, watching Merry grasp 
a mug of ale for himself. 
 
“Aye, that he is. A bit moody and over-excited, but still worth all the 
trouble.” answered Merry fondly. He glanced up to see Pip raise his hand 
to touch Este’s cheek. She was acting all coy and blushing profusely from 
the young Took’s attention. He then took her hand in his and led her to the 
dance floor. Pip had grown into quite a heart breaker and nearly all the 
young lasses from Hobbiton to Bree were scrabbling for his attention. As 
were they fighting to be with Merry, though he never knew it. The two 
best friends were fast becoming the most handsome lads in both 
Tuckborough and Buckland, after the young Baggins of course. As 
expected, a few lasses approached Merry for a round of dancing and 
before he knew it, his feet were aching from the exertions and had to put 
his hands up to his last courtier. She pouted and he placed a finger to her 
lips, “How about a nice stroll instead?” he murmured into her ear. The 
young girl’s eyes popped with excitement and anticipation. Merry looked 
around once more, hoping to tell Pip he’d be returning but couldn’t see his 
cousin anywhere. Frodo raised his mug to Merry from across the field and 
Merry grinned in reply. Then, turning, he let the lass lead him out the field 
and into the mossy, shady paddock.
 
Panting, Merry gazed down at the young hobbit beneath him, seeing her 
swollen, wet eyes glisten in the moonlight. “All right?” he whispered and 
she nodded, not able to speak. Merry smiled and sat up to let her dress 
herself. It then occurred to him that he didn’t know her name. Frowning as 
he did up his own shirt, he considered asking her but she turned to him and 
said, “Thank you, Master Merry.” She then pecked him on the cheek and 
dashed off back to the party. Merry was speechless. Another lass, another 
waste. He thought miserably. He only seemed to lie with them out of habit 
really. As though for comfort. But it never turned to comfort. He always 
came away feeling empty, like a hollow shell. Making his way back to the 
field, he passed some thick foliage and almost paused when he heard 
whispers and giggles erupting from it. Sighing, he shook his head and 
wandered back into the crowd of Hobbits.
 
Merry looked about for Pippin but couldn’t find him. This frustrated 
Merry. Whenever he was tired or dishevelled, he liked to sit down and let 
it all go with Pippin. He was about to meet up with Frodo when a rustle 
behind him caused him to look back upon the trail he’d just left. Pippin 
crawled out from under the hedge and pulled a lass out behind him. Estella 
no doubt. Merry felt his heart clench deep inside his chest and balled his 
fists up. He turned and stormed back into the field, past a shocked Frodo 
and out onto the main street. He didn’t stop walking till he’d arrived at the 
last house on Bagshot Row. He climbed onto the fencepost and crossed his 
arms. He couldn’t understand why he was getting mad. Why he felt like 
hitting Pippin. After all, Pippin had said he was going to try his luck with 
Este. Why shouldn’t he? He was young and feisty.She was cetainly prime 
and beautiful. Merry slammed his fist into the wood beneath him, letting 
out a grunt of pain. He also realized, guiltily, that he’d just been up to the 
same mischief with another lass. He sat there thinking fretfully before he 
realized that someone was heading down the lane towards him. He 
growled at the voice.
 
“What ever are you doing here, Meriadoc? I’m afraid you won’t find any 
ale in the nearby grass.” Pippin’s voice rang out. Merry could hear the 
elation in his voice and it made him grit his teeth. The thought of Pippin 
lying with a anyone made his stomach churn. “Merry? Merry, what’s 
wrong?” this time there was concern in Pippin’s voice.
 
“I don’t need your pity Peregrin Took!” Merry spat out. This took Pippin 
by surprise.
 
“Merry, what…why are you …Merry?” Pippin stood in front of his dear 
friend, seeing the deep anger, or was it anguish, in his face. Merry looked 
away. 
 
“Why don’t you just go back to your girl, Pippin,” it was a statement, not a 
question. Pippin frowned.
 
“Well, she’s leaving now anyway and she’s not my girl, well, not yet,” he 
poked Merry in the side, hoping to extract a giggle. None came. Only fiery 
eyes and a clenched jaw. “Merry, did you see…”
 
“Oh, just go away! Leave me!” Merry yelled, his voice breaking, He 
scrunched his eyes at the burning that had begun to creep in. He didn’t 
want to cry. Not here, not for reasons unknown. Not in front of Pippin. 
Pippin opened his mouth to say something but caught the glimmer of 
wetness beneath Merry’s dark lashes. He couldn’t understand why Merry 
was so upset. He’d never known strong, brave Merry to weep without 
cause. Carefully, Pippin brushed away some curls that had fallen across 
Merry’s beautiful face. Pippin couldn’t remember seeing anyone upset 
enough to make his heart break. If Merry was sad, he was sad. Merry 
recoiled at his touch.
 
“Merry, what have I done? You must tell me. I thought you’d be happy for 
me…” Pippin’s voice faltered. He should, shouldn’t he? Be happy for me? 
After all he’d told me about the experience, why shouldn’t I enjoy it? 
Pippin felt grieved for hurting Merry by finding his own pleasure. This, of 
course didn’t make much sense but at the same time he still felt as if he’d 
betrayed his best friend.
 
“You…you just had to!” cried Merry, gripping the fence tightly, still 
looking down. Pippin frowned deeply. “You had to make me fret! You 
had to hurt me…and my… my  heart…” He said the last few words in a 
whisper before breaking into sobs. Sobs that wracked his body and pulled 
at Pippin’s soul. 
 
The realization hit Pippin like a barrel let loose down a slope. Merry. His 
Merry was heart broken over…him. A wave of intense emotion engulfed 
Pippin so wholly he thought he was going to burst with joy or maybe cry 
with anguish. It rushed up his being, through his abdomen, up his chest 
and he almost choked. For some reason, Merry’s exclamation didn’t 
bother him. In fact it made Pippin open his eyes and take a look at the 
curly head he knew so well and see the new light shining forth like a 
revelation. Cupping Merry’s chin in his hand, he turned Merry’s tear-
stained face up to look at him. Merry’s blue eyes caught Pippin’s green 
and they sat looking into each other’s depths, finally coming to terms with 
their own reality.
 
Pippin enveloped Merry in a hug and Merry thought his chest would burst. 
Such emotion he had never felt with any lass.
 
“I’m sorry,” whispered Pippin into Merry’s shoulder, “I didn’t know…not 
until now.” Merry shuddered, trying to control his feelings. He pulled back 
and slipped onto the ground in front of Pippin. The young Took was 
almost as tall as him, almost nose-to-nose. Wiping his arm roughly across 
his eyes he took a deep breath.
 
“No, Pip,” he said hoarsely, “I shouldn’t have burst out like that. I didn’t 
know what was wrong with me but…” he stopped and put his hand up to 
caress Pippin’s cheek. “I had never thought…well, you and me.” Pippin 
smiled. 
 
“Nor I, Master Merry,” he said. The ideas and feelings rushing round his 
head made him forget about the intense pleasure he’d just experienced. 
“Merry,” he said quietly, leaning in to touch his lips to Merry’s ear, “I 
know now. It’s you.”
 
Merry gasped, feeling thrills run up his spine. He put his arms around 
Pippin’s waist and pulled him into an embrace. He muffled his last sob, a 
sob of joy, in Pippin’s waistcoat.
 
 
“Well, now what’s gotten into them?” said Frodo, leaning in to whisper to 
Sam. Merry and Pippin had returned. Merry looked a bit worse for wear 
but both were gleaming with happiness. They had become quite silent as 
the party wore down and Frodo saw them pass silent looks over the rims 
of their mugs. 
 
Sam yawned and stretched his arms. “Haven’t a clue nor a care, Mister 
Frodo. All I want is a soft warm bed beneath my ears and a roaring fire 
beside my bed." Frodo threw back his last drop of ale and stood, stretching 
himself. 
 
“You’re right, Sam. I do believe it’s time for bed. Look, everyone’s about 
left and I’m too tired to bother with the cleaning up. Let’s just leave it for 
the morning.” He helped Sam to his feet and Merry and Pippin rose too. 
They would also be staying at Bag-end at Frodo’s request.
 
“I wonder if there’s any cake left?” asked Pippin, looking about eagerly. 
Frodo laughed.
 
“Oh Pippin! You’ve eaten enough to fill Michel Delving and drunk 
enough to fill the Brandywine! Surely you don’t want more cake?” Pippin 
grinned mischievously.
 
“No, I suppose I’ll get my cake and eat it later,” Merry choked on his 
drink and Frodo laughed, not getting the connotation.
 
“Well, come on lads. Warm beds await.” At that they all stood and made 
their way into Bag-end.
 
******* 
 
Merry was standing before the looking glass in his room. A young hobbit 
with honey-coloured locks gazed back at him. He had expected a huge 
change in his appearance after the immense change in his mind. He was a 
new hobbit. A brighter hobbit. A hobbit who wished his best fiend was 
with him now. Sighing, he pulled off his shirt and trousers and slipped on 
his nightshirt. He washed his face and made his way back to the large bed, 
like most beds found in Bag-end. He pulled the cold covers up and placed 
his arms on top to seal himself in. Then his thoughts wandered to Pippin. 
Pippin and his laugh, his melodious nature that always kept Merry 
smiling. How could he not have seen it? I t was so obvious now in his 
mind. As his eyes began to droop, he heard a faint tap at the bedroom 
door. He opened one eye and saw a dark head of curls poke round the edge 
of the door. 
 
“Merry? Are you asleep?” came Pippin’s soft, sweet voice. Merry sat up.
 
“No, I’m here. What’s the matter? Are you afraid?” 
 
Pippin closed the door silently behind him and crept up to the bed. “No, 
well, maybe a little. I always do in other people’s holes. I also wanted to 
see you though.” Merry smiled. Pippin climbed onto the bed and sat on his 
knees as he was prone to do. He played with the bottom of his nightshirt. 
The tiny hobbit looked like a cherub in Merry’s eyes. Never had he seen 
something so lovely and never known it.
 
“I wanted to be with you tonight, that’s all,” said Pippin in a whisper, “I 
hope you’re all right.” Merry laughed.
 
“Of course I’m all right! Come here you silly Shireling!” he held up his 
arms and Pippin gleefully leapt into his open embrace.
 
“Oh Merry, this feels so right,” he murmured as he buried his face in 
Merry’s neck. Merry shivered with happiness. Feeling this tiny Hobbit in 
his arms made him swell with happiness. His lips felt dry. He didn’t know 
what to say.
 
“Um, Pip, let me just get some water quickly.” He moved out from 
Pippin’s arms and sidled off the bed and into the privy. Upon returning, he 
found Pippin still on his knees on the edge of the bed. His head was bowed 
and his hands were clasped in front of him. Merry walked up to him and 
stood before the little hobbit. 
 
“What’s this?” he said, noting the wet streaks down Pippin’s face.
 
“I shouldn’t be here,” said Pippin through his tears, “You don’t want me 
here, do you Merry? It was just the ale I bet.” Merry took in a sharp 
breath. He bent low to look into Pippin’s face.
 
“Young Peregrin, you are what I want. What I’ve always wanted. I just 
never realized how much until this evening.” Merry said soothingly. 
Pippin’s big green eyes looked up and he saw a smile cross the angelic 
face. Merry’s breath caught in his chest and he longed for Pippin’s touch. 
He leaned in close to Pippin until their lips were mere breaths apart. 
Pippin was breathing rapidly and Merry felt his own breath catch. Then 
Merry closed the gap. Once their lips touched, Merry felt pure joy and 
sweetness fill his every corner. Pippin opened his mouth, letting out a soft 
sound of happiness. This made Merry smile. He let his tongue roam across 
Pippin’s lower lip. Listening to Pippin moan quietly. Their tongues met 
and Merry thought he’d never tasted and felt something so sweet and 
innocent. Pippin was tentative with kissing and carefully explored Merry’s 
mouth. Gradually their mouths connected more passionately and Merry 
was gasping for breath. His tongue plundered Pippin’s soft mouth and 
trailed across he jawbone and up to his ear. There he nibbled at Pippin’s 
earlobe while the Took squirmed. Merry’s breathing was shallow and 
made Pippin sigh. Pippin carefully tried his own experimenting, having 
not had the chance with Este earlier in the day. He trailed soft kisses down 
Merry’s neck, sucking on the soft skin. Merry let out a moan of pleasure, 
putting his arms around Pippin and drawing him closer.
 
“Merry,” sighed Pippin.
 
“Yes, love?” said Merry, startled by the rough edge to his voice.
 
“I want more,” said Pippin through nips of skin, “More of this, more of 
you.”
 
Merry’s heart leapt into his throat, not quite believing what Pippin had 
said. He licked Pippin’s ear, outlining the tip. Pippin mewled in return. 
Merry breathed lightly into his warm ear. “I want more too, Pip. In 
time…”
 
He cupped Pippin’s rump firmly in his hands and sought out the softness 
of his lips once more. Pippin was more eager for his kisses and played 
wonderfully with Merry’s tongue and lips while pulling his arms tightly 
round Merry’s neck. Merry was breathless and could feel the all too 
common feeling of his warmth rising. Carefully he lifted the little hobbit 
into his arms and made for the side of the bed. Pippin still clamped to his 
lips, he laid him down on the covers. Merry pulled back and scooched 
himself and Pippin into the centre of the bed. He gazed at the beautiful 
creature beneath him and wondered how Pippin had ever evaded his sight. 
He vowed then to himself to never, ever let Pippin out of his sight. Never. 
Pippin stroked his forehead, admiring the clean features looking down 
lustfully at him. After his fling with Este he thought he’d experienced all 
there was to male stimulation, but now he knew better. Este hadn’t made 
his heart pound, nor his heat quicken so strongly. Only Merry’s warm face 
and pleasant company made him feel whole. 
 
Merry pushed Pippin’s legs apart, allowing him to lie between the warm 
thighs. Pippin gasped when Merry’s erection brushed his own through the 
thin fabric of their undergarments and saw a spark light up in Merry’s 
eyes. Pippin thought he’d seen every emotion in Merry’s face and this one 
by far, was the most enchanting. Soft hands found their way beneath 
Pippin’s nightshirt and made him gasp and squirm. They were cold and 
yet so wonderful. Merry nibbled at Pippin’s throat, loving the feel of 
Pippin’s muscles as he swallowed erratically. His fingers found soft 
nipples and brought a soft, “Oh!” to Pippin’s lips. Merry grinned into his 
throat and gently rubbed the nubs until they grew stiff and oh so sensitive.
 
Pippin’s hands began to roam across Merry’s back, though he was gasping 
himself, pulling up the long nightshirt with ease. He rubbed against 
Merry’s sides, loving every twitch and murmur he received from his 
exploration. Merry had such strong muscles and such a firm chest. Pippin 
adored running his own fingers over the already hard nipples. Merry bit 
Pippin as his fingers caressed him there. “Nng!” he mumbled and Pippin 
chuckled.
 
“I found a soft spot,” said Pippin gleefully. Merry pulled back and 
propped himself on his elbows. He had a crooked smirk on his face.
 
“Oh, really? You think that’s soft?” he then bent his head and Pippin let 
out a sharp gasp as wet tongue flicked at his nipple. “Wait till you feel 
this…” Merry murmured. He suckled gently on Pippin and the young 
hobbit gasped and thrust beneath him. Merry pulled at the annoying 
nightshirt and ripped it up and over Pippin’s arms and head. Pippin lay 
there, shy under Merry’s intense stare. 
 
“Oh, my Pip,” said Merry, his voice full of emotion, “You’re so beautiful. 
So lovely beyond all others.” He ran his hands under Pippin’s shoulder 
blades and the young hobbit circled his arms about his neck. Merry lay flat 
against him and felt his hardness mirrored by his partner. “So beautiful,” 
he whispered as his hands moved down to Pippin’s hips where his 
undergarment began. Merry slipped two fingers in and caressed the 
softness beneath. Pippin smiled cheekily.
 
“Well, are they coming or going, master Brandybuck?” he said with a 
twinkle in his eye. Merry grinned.
 
“Off, I say,” he said, pulling the young hobbit’s flimsy garment off and 
throwing it over his shoulder. “They’ll be going…but you’ll be coming…” 
he said, gazing down at the now completely naked Pippin. He gently 
rubbed Pippin’s thighs, making him gulp for air.
 
“What about you?” said Pippin, trying to grab at Merry’s nightshirt. Merry 
put on an innocent look.
 
“Me? But you look so lovely and delicious by yourself. All for me.” He 
licked his lips for effect. Pippin pouted, folded his arms and tried to close 
his legs. Merry rumbled in his chest. “Oh all right! For you,” he then 
reached down and tried to pull his own shirt over his head. Pippin gasped 
as Merry tried to pull his head through. He had the most wonderful chest. 
Clean, lean and stretched high above Pippin, with his arms in the air. 
Pippin quickly sat up and placed his hands on Merry’s chest, savouring his 
touch and warmth. Merry finally pulled his head through and glanced 
down at the transfixed hobbit.
 
“Hey, now. Don’t get me distract- ungh!” he groaned when Pippin sucked 
on his nipple suddenly. “Now, wait, Pip…” he tried but stopped when 
Pippin’s roaming hands found his own undergarments. He toyed with 
Merry’s hardness and Merry could all but sit still on his knees. Pippin 
continued to lick and nibble at his nubs while also massaging his intense 
need. Then he stuck his hand into Merry’s garment and grasped Merry 
firmly. Merry let out a stifled wail. “Pip!”
 
Pippin drew back, startled. “Did I hurt you? I’m sorry, Merry!” Merry was 
still gasping for air. Pippin withdrew his hand and Merry regained some 
composure.
 
“No, no. You just gave me a jolt, that’s all,” he said breathlessly. He 
placed Pippin’s hand back on his heat but this time made the tiny fingers 
grab at the fabric. “Pull these off, will you?” Merry whispered into willing 
ears.
 
Pippin complied willingly, his smile broadening as Merry was exposed 
fully. He couldn’t help staring. Merry grumbled and pushed Pippin back 
onto the soft pillows. He lowered his hips and they both let out sounds of 
pleasure as their members met. Pippin moved his hips beneath Merry, 
making him moan and lean into the thrusts. Suddenly Pippin shoved 
Merry and landed him on his back. He leapt on top of the surprised 
Brandybuck.
“Aha! Now I get some time to torture you! What do you say Merry-lad?”
 
“Ohhhh, please do…I mean, oh no! The torture! The pain, I beg for 
mercy, Pippin!”
 
“Hmf! You will I’m sure,” said Pippin, pouting again. Then without 
warning he crawled back and off the bed, leaving Merry spread-eagled. 
Merry took a few breaths, waiting for Pippin to return. When he didn’t, 
Merry frowned in frustration. 
 
“Pip! Where are you?” He was about to roll over when a sudden wetness 
covered his erection and he fell back on the covers, shaking from the 
sudden onslaught of tingling. 
“Pippin! Holy…!” Pippin smiled around Merry’s member. Este had tried 
this on him earlier in the evening and he wanted to see the reaction on 
Merry’s face. Slowly he suckled on Merry’s head, while holding his belly 
with one hand. Merry writhed and moaned beneath his ministrations, 
making Pippin’s hardness grow to an almost unbearable heat. Merry 
grabbed fistfuls of bed sheet, clenching and unclenching his hands.
“Pip!” he squeaked shakily. Pippin increased his pressure on Merry and 
sucked a little harder. Merry almost lost himself then. Pippin could feel the 
tightening in his mouth and stopped abruptly, not wanting Merry to come 
just yet. He gave one final lick up Merry’s shaft, causing the Brandybuck 
to shudder.
 
He crawled along the length of Merry’s body and nestled himself atop his 
new lover. He brushed a few droplets of sweat off Merry’s forehead as the 
older hobbit breathed rapidly, his eyes closed. Pippin felt his chest rising 
and falling beneath him.
 
“You…little…beast, you!” cried Merry through his gasps. His throbbing 
was now completely unbearable and Pippin could feel it alongside his 
own.
 
“I wanted to be with you…when it happened,” said Pippin into his neck. 
“I want to be with you and come with you.”
 
Merry opened his eyes as Pippin began moving against him, now wanting 
to relieve his own need. Merry arched to meet his thrusts as Pippin rose to 
brace himself against Merry. The young Took’s hair fell down in a curtain 
of curls as he panted and pushed against Merry. Merry grabbed his rump 
and pulled him closer with every lunge. Pippin’s breathing quickened and 
Merry began keening as he felt his full strength coming to a head. His 
climax hit and he violently grabbed Pippin’s rump, convulsing heavily 
beneath his lover, having never felt such intense release before in his 
whole life. 
 
“Pippin! AH!” Pippin’s eyes were wide as they looked into his own and as 
he aimed for his own climax. Merry felt his increase even more as 
Pippin’s face showed signs of his nearness. Pippin’s mouth opened wider 
and he stared back at Merry. He bared his teeth as his thrusts became 
harder and faster. He panted madly, breathing heavily. Then he came and 
Merry not only felt his wetness and shudder, he saw his face glow and his 
eyes widen then roll back with the wave of pleasure. Pippin shook in his 
arms and finally collapsed. He quivered on top of Merry as their breathing 
melted together. Merry began to focus again and stroked Pippin’s heaving 
back and his twitching curls.
 
“Oh, my dear Pip, my Pippy,” he kissed the mop of dark curls, savouring 
Pippin’s smell. Pippin calmed and his breathing slowed. After a while, he 
inched up Merry and placed his head alongside his neck. 
 
“I love you, Merry,” he whispered hoarsely, “I knew it was you all along 
but never realized it. You have made me whole like no one ever could.”
 
Merry sighed with urgent happiness. He squeezed Pippin tight, hoping to 
never lose this moment of sheer bliss. “Oh, Pip. I love you so. More than I 
thought possible. I took you and your love for granted and nearly lost you 
tonight. Never leave me.”
 
Pippin pulled back to stare at his lover, startled to see tears soaking 
Merry’s lashes. 
 
“You didn’t lose me, love. I’m here now. We’re both here. Loving one 
another” he kissed away Merry’s tears and cradled him in his arms. And 
first time in many a year, the young Took took guard over the young 
Brandybuck, a role he’d never known and felt all the more loved for doing 
so
 
Fin