Title: Practice Makes Perfect 
Author: Mithriltoering 
Follows the chronology of Bad decisions-Seduction-Lessons Learned 
Pairings: M/P, F/M; really its all about Frodo 
Rating: NC 17 
Warnings: multi-orgasmic hobbits - *what? someone may want to be warned* 
 
 
Thanks to my beta reader, you know who you are. A little straightforward M/P at your 
request. 
 
Disclaimer:  They are not mine, and I make no profit.  But I love to play with them. All 
due respect to Tolkien. But my beloved Frodo deserved more. 
 
 
At first he thought he was dreaming again, but as the sounds continued he realized he 
remained in his chair, in his sitting room; where he had fallen asleep earlier. 
 
~*~*~ 
 
"MMMM, Merry do that again, please.  Oh, yes that's it; how do you do that?" 
 
"Pip, be quiet your gonna wake Frodo, and I want you all to myself this time."   
 
"Sorry Merry, I'll try to keep quiet, but Ohhhh, how can I when your doing 'that' to me?" 
 
"Then my love, I shall have to shut you up."  He covered Pippin's mouth with his own 
and muffled the continued groaning.   
 
Muted moans and cries continued; Merry pulled away from his mouth for a breath, a deep 
shuddering gasp shook Pippin.  Merry thrust into him again and again, he adjusted his 
angle of penetration so he hit Pip's sweet spot over and over.  He watched as Pippin was 
silenced again, this time by the waves of pure desire.  He was lovely, Merry thought, 
perhaps not as flawless as Frodo, but Pip in his passion, very much resembled their other 
cousin.  His head was tipped back in a silent plea, his moist lips gently parted and his 
eyes rolled back into his head.  The first time he had seen him do this, Merry had thought 
Pippin was going unconscious; now he knew it was merely a preamble to his explosive 
climax.  He would not tell Pippin that Frodo did the nearly same thing, when he came. 
 
Pippin was reaching the limits of his endurance.  He lay on his back, legs pulled up; his 
hands reached out scrabbling to grasp something, anything to brace himself.  There was 
nothing to hold to, he felt he was insane, crazed with the pleasure that coursed through 
his veins; no one could do this to him but Merry.  There was something special between 
them, an unspoken truth, and agreement.  They had been with other partners at times, but 
'this' was only for Merry; they never shared it with any others.  The waves over took him 
as Merry continued to thrust himself into his tight sheath. His fight was over, there was 
no holding it back as Merry took hold of his aching erection and stroked him in time to 
his thrusting. 
 
Merry was holding out only until Pippin came, He would be lost the moment the pulsing 
contractions enveloped him.  He could feel himself at the brink, waiting only for that 
final confirmation of Pip's fulfillment.  It would come at any moment; already he could 
hear the difference in his breathing.  He felt the first twinge of tightening around him; 
heard the sharp intake of breath from his love beneath him.  And Merry was coming too; 
right along with him; it was perfect as usual.  Merry held him tightly by the hips with one 
strong arm and stroked him with the other hand.  He watched delighted as Pippin spilled 
his seed onto his own stomach and chest.  He collapsed spent, as the sensations began to 
ebb away slowly.  
 
His chest rested against his love, he kissed him yet again; "I love you Pip," he whispered 
into his ear.  Pippin smiled groggily up at Merry.  "Mmmmm, I love you too Mer." Merry 
grinned and kissed his nose, it was Pippin's most intimate name for him he used it only at 
times like this.  It reminded both of the relationship, the part that no one else saw. It was 
the private, completely blind, hopeless love between them; they kept it for only 
themselves.  Merry withdrew himself and lay next to him and they dozed peacefully, in 
contented love. 
 
***~~*~*~~*** 
 
Somehow Frodo had managed to remain quiet as he listened to the exchange, after 
Pippin's cry had awakened him; he couldn't help but steal a glance to see exactly what it 
was that Merry was doing to the lad.  He had been hard pressed not to make noise himself 
after seeing the position the two had gotten themselves into.  Frodo had not even 
considered all the possibilities of sexual positions.  In his short experience everything was 
new and untried, but the conventional, face-to-face position surprised him.  At first he 
thought it seemed awkward, but as he watched through barely opened eyes he could see 
the advantages.  He had no idea Pippin was so flexible. 
 
He knew he was seeing something he was not supposed to. It quickly became obvious 
that Merry thought he was sleeping like a rock; it used to be the case.  Back when they 
were living in Buckland growing up he had, but since the quest and bearing the ring he 
was no longer afforded that luxury.  His hearing was more sensitive since he bore the 
cursed burden. That coupled with the many dangers and need to be alert even in sleep, 
had robbed him of his ability to sleep through any, but the softest noises. It was plain as 
the hair on his feet that Merry and Pip were sharing something they would never share 
with him intentionally.  
 
Frodo had to avert his gaze several times as the two, 'made love'.  His eyes burned with 
tears that threatened to spill, that was what he was seeing, Merry and Pip in love; all their 
defenses laid aside, they were making love, not just having sex. It was what he wanted 
with Sam.  He had known his cousins loved each other, but the relationship was masked 
publicly.  He doubted anyone had ever seen the two like this, he felt privileged and 
slightly guilty for spying on them.  The fact that he had little choice in the matter eased 
his guilty feelings a bit; after all this was his sitting room, and there were at least three 
bedrooms the couple could have made use of.   
 
As things had gotten more and more heated he didn't have the will to interrupt them.  He 
somehow managed to lie still. His own erection eagerly grew, pressing tightly against the 
material of his breeches; he managed to keep his breathing from giving him away.  Had it 
not been for his earlier climax, Frodo would have released right along with them.  As it 
was he was in danger of embarrassing himself.  He was getting very uncomfortable, he 
had sat in his chair far too long sleeping, and his back ached, his present state of 
excitement added to his discomfort.  He knew he would need to get up shortly, yet he 
waited, not willing that Merry and Pip would know they had been watched.  He sighed, 
he needed to pass water too, and the combination of pressures was too much, he had to 
get up.  
 
Frodo waited a few more moments, he had no idea how much time had passed.  He knew 
however, that it had been long enough.  It had to be; his erection had softened, as his 
other need became more pressing.  He chuckled at himself, thinking how ridiculous it 
was that he was walking on eggshells in his own home.  He stretched and groaned and 
rose gracefully from his seat.  He glanced at the two sleeping forms entwined on the floor 
only a few feet away and smiled.  Merry opened one eye and acknowledged his cousin 
with a sated smile.  Frodo smiled softly at him and turned away before his face could give 
him away. 
 
He made his way to the privy; He cursed under his breath as he struggled with his 
breeches.  Finally he released himself from the confined of the offending garment only to 
find he could not go.  He groaned frustrated, his bladder felt ready to burst, he closed his 
eyes and tried to relax; to think of anything except his naked cousins and the display he 
had just witnessed. He could not suppress a sigh, as he finally was able to empty his 
bladder.  That taken care of his mind wandered back to the love and devotion he had 
witnessed.  
 
He believed he loved Sam that way.  Totally, with out reservation, with out class 
distinction and with out a care as to what anyone thought.  Merry and Pippin gave him 
hope; it could be, he could love Sam and remain who he was.  Everything didn't have to 
change, only what he did in his own home. He continued thinking as he filled the coppers 
in the privy, having decided on a hot bath.  He filled the tub, and waited for the hot water 
to finish the job. 
 
 
He was still standing, staring at the fire, waiting.  Merry approached him from behind; he 
heard him but did not turn.  He knew it was Merry; Pip was never so quiet. He felt the 
warm hand on his shoulder, and he turned. 
 
It would never stop surprising him; he smiled up at Merry a full head taller than he.  His 
entire life he had been taller than his friend and when his mind wandered he soon forgot.  
He turned and looked at Merry's naked chest, noting the telltale marks from Pippin's 
earlier ministrations. Frodo reached up casually and stroked across Merry's chest softly. 
He smiled as he looked up to meet his eyes.  It seemed Merry forgot sometimes too.  
Merry cocked his head to the side; a question lay in his eyes. 
 
"Frodo?" 
 
Frodo's eyes had fogged and tears threatened. 
 
"What is it?" 
 
"I miss Sam," he said, and could say no more.  Tears began that would not stop; Merry 
pulled him to his chest and held him. He ran his hand through his dark curls, soothing 
him. After a few moments he had recovered enough to speak.  "I am sorry Merry, you 
must think me an idiot.  Sam's been gone not even a day, and I am blubbering about it." 
 
"Frodo!" 
 
Merry shook his head and gathered his thoughts.  He continued to hold Frodo 
affectionately as he spoke. 
 
"You love him, of course you miss him, and especially now, now that things have 
changed.  I know how you feel, Frodo; don't ever forget, no matter what Pip and I say or 
do, we understand.  We know what it is to be separated from the one you love the most in 
the entire world." 
 
It was Merry's turn to weep, and he did.  Any time parted is too long, for such love.  He 
looked up at the dark ceiling above him; remembering the darkness that had filled him, 
when Pip had left him alone on the plains of Rohan.  His tears came freely as he looked 
back into Frodo's eyes.   
 
"You were awake weren't you?"  The sudden change in topic confused him for a moment 
then he realized what Merry had said. 
 
He looked down for a moment, then back up.  "Yes" he answered. 
 
"Then, you know the truth, dear Frodo.  Pip and I will never be apart, we may marry to 
carry out our duties as Thain and Master and to produce heirs; but we will never give 
each other up." 
 
"I envy you Merry, I want, what you have." 
 
Merry laughed, though the tears were still in his eyes.  "Frodo, you perfect ass, you 
already have it. And better still you have Rosie along with him."  We want what you will 
soon have, Frodo.  A home of your own, a love that will endure all, a lovely, 
understanding lady, and no doubt children to cheer Bag End, perhaps even children of 
your own.  What do you think are my chances of finding a lass who willingly accepts 
what Pip and I have? And Pip doing the same, so that we can always be together?  One 
way or another we will remain together; it just may not be as tidy as your arrangement." 
 
Frodo blinked, he shook his head in realization.  "I'm sorry Merry, so sorry; I didn't think 
it through that way.  It's just that you and Pip together that way, I can't tell you how it 
made me feel - it pierced my heart." 
 
"Knowing you, I'd say it made you as 'randy' as a tween." Merry laughed. "Are you going 
to get a bath or not?" 
 
Frodo smiled, "I am, and there is plenty of water if you care to join your ridiculous old 
cousin." 
 
"Since you so kindly offered, I think I will, you old Gaffer."  Merry picked up two of the 
boiling kettles and poured them into the large tub before them.  The steam rose and the 
scent of jasmine surrounded them.  It was the smell of Bag End Garden, the smell of Sam 
and of home.  It was a special mixture that Sam had concocted for him, it never failed to 
refresh him, heal him, and it made his heart burst for joy.  And it usually turned him on as 
well, knowing that Sam had made it especially for him. 
 
"Frodo? What else is in this bath?  I smell athelas; I will never forget its aroma.  But there 
is something else in here - I just can't place it." 
 
Frodo shrugged and climbed in, he lowered himself into the steaming tub.  He sighed as 
he sat down submerging his aching muscles.  "Ahhh, Merry, I don't care what's in it; it 
always works wonders on me." 
 
Merry chuckled and cleared his throat, " Well, yes I can see that, Frodo."  He glanced at 
Frodo's growing erection.  " You say Sam made this for you, Hmmm; I wonder."   
 
"Just get in Merry, its wonderful."  Frodo's voice was sounding downright seductive. 
Merry raised an eyebrow at him.  Then he complied and climbed into the tub opposite 
Frodo.  
 
Merry was not feeling particularly turned on, after all his earlier exploits, in fact he was 
rather worn out; if his suspicions were correct, he should be revived in a moment, and he 
would know what was in the mixture. Specifically an herb from Rivendell, Sam must 
have been putting it in his special bath recipe. 
 
He sat down in the water and Frodo was right.  It was wonderfully refreshing, Merry was 
amused and waiting; he wore a little, knowing smile. 
 
"Merry, what exactly is so amusing?" 
 
"Just a moment, my dear Frodo."  Merry closed his eyes for a breath of a second and then 
began to laugh as he felt heat gathering in his loins.  "Frodo, and you thought it was what 
you were 'hearing', making you so hot all those nights." 
 
Frodo just looked at him confused. 
 
"Frodo!  Sam has put an aphrodisiac in your bath oils."  Merry was laughing hard and 
loud.   
 
The reality set in, Sam had - it couldn't be true, could it?  He was a gardener; he had a 
great store of knowledge about such things.  But why would he intentionally do that to 
him?  It was cruel, wasn't it?  He wasn't sure how he felt about it and decided to worry 
about it later. At the moment he was in a nice relaxing tub, with a nicely revived erection 
and his favorite cousin sitting across from him.  
 
It really was something in the oils, he couldn't believe it; he smiled as Merry turned and 
slid down to rest with his back against his chest.  Frodo felt the heat building as Merry 
pressed against him, he reached around him and grasped Merry's growing heat. Merry 
tuned his head to capture Frodo's mouth with his own, to steal a kiss. He grabbed the ball 
of soap next to him and lathered up.  Suddenly, Merry burst forth in renewed laughter, 
"Frodo, oh Frodo; its too much," he nearly doubled over as he laughed, Frodo released 
him.  "It's in the soap too!  Someone really wanted to make sure you were feeling 'well', 
Frodo; and we both know whom it was.  Either that or Sam enjoys thinking about you in 
here, alone and exquisitely stimulated, so to speak. 
 
Frodo began to laugh in spite of himself.  When he thought of it that way it didn't seem 
nearly as bad, perhaps Sam had been looking to all his needs after all.  "All right 
Meriadoc, you've made your point," Frodo chuckled.  "Now since you've ruined my bath 
time you may as well wash my back for me, before I kick you out of my tub permanently. 
 
Merry looked appropriately contrite, he took the soap from Frodo and began gently 
rubbing his back.  He tried hard not to let his mind wander; he pondered how powerful an 
herb Sam had used.  No matter how he tried his mind went back to the smoothness of 
Frodo's skin, the heat of his body close to his own and the slick sensation, so like another 
slickness he enjoyed far too well. 
 
He pressed his erection against Frodo in invitation, Frodo groaned helplessly in response. 
Merry slid one hand over Frodo's smooth chest, pausing to tease at his nipples, Frodo 
writhed against him. When Merry reached down and slid his fingers into his cleft, 
searching, Frodo moaned deep in his chest.  Merry circled his tight opening gently then 
pushed a finger into him; he jumped in surprise but allowed the intrusion.  He permitted it 
for a few moments, letting the sensations wash over him; then gasping in desire, "Merry, 
stop; please, I'm sorry." Merry removed his hands from his cousin, "Are you all right 
Frodo?" 
 
He knew Merry would understand.  "For Samwise," he said, his voice husky with desire. 
He blushed brightly at the thought. " I'm saving that for Sam alone; you understand, 
Merry?" 
 
Merry smiled, "of course I understand Frodo. I told you I would, and please don't be 
sorry, but that doesn't mean you can't take me does it?" He waggled his brows at Frodo in 
mock seduction. 
 
"Why no, master Merry, I believe that is allowable; though I think we best move to my 
bed." 
 
"Your bed! Master Baggins, I am scandalized!" 
 
"Be scandalized all you like Master Brandybuck, I am too old to go another round on the 
floor or in the tub for that matter." 
 
Frodo stood to climb out of the tub.  His erection jutted out proudly, directly at Merry's 
eye level.  More precisely at his mouth level, Merry took a lingering look before he 
grasped Frodo by the hips and took him into his mouth. 
 
Frodo, groaned delightedly, he felt himself swell larger in Merry's hot mouth, he felt 
Merry's hands kneading his buttocks.  The heat was quickly building, what had Sam done 
to him?  He moaned through a smile, thinking what he was going to say and do to Mr. 
Samwise Gamgee when he saw him again.  Thoughts of Sam only inflamed him more. 
 
Merry pulled away smiling,  "This stuff even tastes good, or is that just you Frodo?"  He 
stood up next to him and pulled him into a kiss, their stiff organs brushed together briefly 
causing shocks of heated desire through both.  
 
"Remind me to get this bath oil recipe from dear Samwise, he panted.  Merry climbed out 
of the Tub, pulling, a stumbling, Frodo with him.  Suddenly he was in a bit of a hurry.  
He was reminded of Frodo's face as he was taking Pippin; and the heat surged through 
him again.  He wanted to feel Frodo's long slenderness impaling him over and over.  The 
pressure flooded his pelvis and he felt himself harden with his thoughts.  "Come Frodo, 
we'll take your weary old bones to your soft feather bed."  He teased. 
 
~*~*~*~* 
 
 
Merry's thoughts were wandering.  His thoughts were of Frodo, mostly; as he led him to 
his room he pondered over his dear cousin.  Frodo was a mystery, he always had been but 
never more so than since the quest.  Since then Sam knew him the best, before it had been 
himself that knew all there was to be known of Frodo Baggins.  He and Frodo had been 
very close as he grew up.  Their relationship was a brotherly one; He looked up to him 
and admired him.   
 
He loved him, he always had; however when Pippin began to get older, Merry found a 
new friend and diversion.  It wasn't long after that Frodo moved to Hobbiton.  Merry 
remembered the pain of that separation, it wasn't until years later, when he was grown, 
that he had rekindled his friendship with Frodo.  He found that Frodo was as he 
remembered, quiet, strong willed and enigmatic.  He had secrets and looking back he 
now knew that a great many, had revolved around the Ring and its influence over him. 
 
He and Pippin were amongst a very few whom Frodo had trusted; though, not enough to 
tell them all that went on in his head.  Merry had the advantage of being able to read 
Frodo's moods better than most; they were much the same as they had been when he was 
young.  It was a lucky stroke that allowed him to realize that something was quite wrong 
with his cousin; otherwise he would have escaped the Shire without them.  Surely that 
would have been the last they ever saw of him. 
 
Frodo was changed since the quest; they all were but none more than the ring bearer.  
Merry shuddered to think of all he endured, after they were separated.  His body was 
tortured and his mind abused by the very object that he was growing to love more than 
life itself.  Gandalf explained it to him in Gondor, Frodo's mind had been torn apart with 
the theft and the destruction of the Ring; he was fortunate to be alive at all, it was an 
amazing testament to the power Frodo concealed, that he was not insane. 
 
Since then Merry had watched him; he did seem more fragile than he remembered.  It 
seemed that his sanity, like the quest had, rested along the blade of a knife; If Frodo 
strayed but a little he would plummet into the world of darkness never to return. Frodo 
was best when he was with Sam, his stability, his rock and his shelter. 
 
Today was a joyful occasion as the entire week had been.  Frodo had needed him and he 
had been of assistance to him.  Now Frodo would have his Sam forever and Merry was 
glad for him.   
 
He gently placed Frodo on the bed as he thought all these things.  He was so sweet, so 
new to this and Merry relished the idea of helping him learn all he could.  Frodo was still 
damp from the bath his skin a flushed red from the hot water.  His nipples were erect 
from the cool air contrasting his heated flesh.  Damp curls clung to his brow and cheeks, 
Frodo's eyes were seductively half lidded, and his breathing quickened passing through 
his full soft lips. Merry groaned, he really would have loved to take Frodo himself but he 
knew, Frodo would not do it, he had made up his mind to reserve that one thing for his 
love.  Only the very lucky Samwise would have that part of Frodo. 
 
Merry climbed up onto the bed, he straddled Frodo's hips.  His buttocks stroked erotically 
along Frodo's stiff member.  Merry moaned his delight at the sensation; he bent to kiss 
him, gently parting his lips with his tongue.  Merry felt his own erection growing harder 
as he rocked gently, his movements eliciting writhing thrusts from Frodo. 
 
Merry was shocked to feel his excitement build so quickly.  Then he remembered the 
bath, and silently suppressed a chuckle.  He whispered to Frodo who remained gently 
moving beneath him.  "Frodo, will you? Please, I need to feel you like Pip did, I've been 
waiting for this for days, please say yes."   
 
Frodo felt as if he had awakened from a hazy daydream, the pleasure coursed through 
him as he thrust against Merry.  Already he felt the coiling heat in his pelvis; Merry 
wanted him inside himself, he knew he had heard right.  He knew that was why they had 
moved to his bed, so why was he asking again? 
 
Of course he would do this for Merry, his faithful friend.  He murmured his response 
against Merry's lips, "Yes, Merry luv, of course."  Merry sighed and kissed him deeply 
then rolled off of him and onto his stomach.  He waited impatiently as he heard Frodo 
rise and leave the room, no doubt to retrieve the oil he had left behind.  Merry raised 
himself to his knees and grabbed the pillows from under the spread.  He was just getting 
comfortably in position as Frodo returned. 
 
Frodo began preparing him slowly, a bit of revenge for his torture that first night.  Merry 
could feel the angst in every move that Frodo made.  He pressed his fingers in deeply, 
just barely grazing that potent spot deep with in.  Merry was panting and writhing, Pippin 
was never so patient.  Frodo was intent on drawing the experience out, he reached around 
and stroked Merry's erect member a few times, he established a quick rhythm then 
stopped abruptly, eliciting a begging groan from Merry. 
 
Frodo finally gave in to his need and pressed his cock into Merry.  He entered him in one 
slow gliding motion.  Merry was not as tight as Pippin and there was less resistance, still 
he groaned and struggled to hold out.  He bent with his forehead nearly touching Merry's 
back, struggling with control.  Merry took over as soon as Frodo was sheathed inside 
him. He knew Frodo did not have control of himself; and he didn't want him to try to stop 
his reactions.  Merry wanted him to just feel it, Merry thrust himself back onto Frodo's 
hard rod, then moved away, he set the rhythm himself, taking Frodo with him.   
 
Frodo had no choice but to join in the frantic tempo set by Merry.  He found his fingers 
were digging into the skin of Merry's hips, pulling himself deeper and deeper. Just as he 
barreled over the edge into oblivion Merry raised up on his knees, he reached down 
behind himself and grasped Frodo by the hips plunging him still deeper, Merry felt Frodo 
shudder as his orgasm rocked him.  He could feel the tight clenching grasping Frodo.  
The thick fluid pumped out of him, over Frodo's hand that had somehow found its way 
back to stroke him.  Merry's deep cries echoed, joining Frodo's, as they came together, 
shuddering as the climax lingered then receded. 
 
"Frodo," he panted as he slowly withdrew and collapsed in exhausted delight, pulling 
Merry over with him. "Merry, you are trying to kill me aren't you?" 
 
Merry laughed softly, "No dear one, I only want you to live."  
 
They were beginning to doze when they heard the door; then felt the bed move.  They 
looked at Pip as he joined them groggily; He curled up next to Merry and was asleep in 
moments.  The three slept piled together, peacefully in Frodo's soft warm bed.  Merry's 
thoughts of the quest were banished, he knew Frodo was safe and would be forever.  Sam 
would see to it, Rosie would ensure it.  Frodo was indeed the luckiest Hobbit in the Shire. 
 
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

tbc