Title: Practice Makes Perfect 2 
Author: Mithriltoering 
Rating: NC 17 
Summary: Follows Chronology of Bad Judgment, Seduction, Learning Curve and 
Practice Makes Perfect...Frodo continues to explore the vast possibilities and thinks 
ahead to Sam. 
Pairings: F/M, F/P, M/P 
Warnings: Threesome 
 
 
Frodo stirred and rolled in his bed.  He stretched; he had slept soundly, very soundly.  He 
heard the soft rhythmic breaths of the two, who lay with him, and he sighed contentedly.  
He was indeed a lucky hobbit, these two; his dearest friends cared so much for him.  He 
smiled; his eyes still closed feeling just too comfortable to stir further to wakefulness.  
The day would be lovely, as always when Merry and Pip were visiting.  They were 
always a welcomed diversion; Frodo knew they would help him to pass the time.  Sam 
and Rosie were due in later in the evening. 
 
At the thought of Sam a soft flutter of excitement caught and remained in the pit of his 
stomach.  Anxiety, excitement or plain desire - all the feelings were tied up together in a 
knot in his gut.   
 
Merry was awake, hearing Frodo's soft sigh he looked at him as he reclined quietly, his 
breathing deep.  He was awake or so he thought, and he noted the soft smile on his lips.  
Those lips, they were so tempting, even now when Frodo was not trying, his lips, softly 
pouting; called out to be kissed.   
 
Merry looked to Pippin, he was sleeping soundly as only he could.  Even after all they 
had been through Pippin had not lost the ability to completely abandon care and sleep 
like a child.  The two of them were visions to Merry.  He was unlike them in build and 
looks though they all were closely related.  Merry was stockier and heavier, he always 
had been.  He remembered when he was only a lad; he had been able to beat Frodo at 
wrestling even then.  Frodo had always been the tallest of the three, even as Merry and 
Pippin had been older tweens, until the quest of course. 
 
Merry smiled broadly as he continued to watch Frodo.  It was something he had done as a 
small child.  Watching Frodo had been one of his favorite pastimes.  He moved softly up 
onto one elbow to look down on him as he lay next to him.  He knew Frodo was thinking 
about Sam, the flush to his cheeks and the sudden slight parting of his lips gave him 
away. 
 
His eyes casually traced the lines of his thin frame.  Too thin, he was, and had always 
been.  Even with all the suffering and pain, the scars and loss of weight, he was beautiful 
to Merry.  He was pleased to note however the gauntness and near death pallor that Frodo 
had earlier in the year were gone.   
 
Unconsciously, he reached out a hand and traced it gently along Frodo's chest and down 
across his side to his hip then, to his thigh.  Merry delightedly noted the stirring of 
Frodo's arousal. 
 
"Merry, What are you doing?" Frodo smiled and slowly opened his eyes as he turned his 
head toward his cousin. 
 
"Shush, Merry responded, don't wake Pip up."  His breath caught as the bright, lively 
blue of Frodo's eyes caught him by surprise. 
 
The color shocked him rarely now, after all the years he had known Frodo he had grown 
accustomed to the strangeness of his eyes. He could never get used to the expressiveness 
in them.  He could see right into Frodo's heart sometimes, it was those times that he took 
his breath away.  He had taken it now; raw desire, love and peacefulness were in his eyes 
today.  It made him all the more perfect.  It had been years, upon years since he had seen 
no pain, fear or doubt in those eyes.  Merry had always thought it a terrible waste of his 
beauty to have his eyes clouded with cares. 
 
Frodo stared up comically at Merry who was still staring at him, a blank look in his eyes.  
He knew Merry was thinking, most likely about him.  "Merry, he whispered, what is it, 
dear one?" 
 
"Nothing Frodo, leastways nothing wrong, you look very content this morning is all.  
And it suits you, dear cousin; it suits you well." 
 
"Tell me Frodo, what are you going to say to Samwise tonight?" 
 
"I have been pondering that very question, Merry.  Though I haven't gotten much further 
in my thinking than seeing him.  It seems an eternity, not two days since I saw him. It is 
rather difficult to know where to start, awkward in a way, if you get my meaning." 
 
Merry shrugged, he wasn't sure he understood what Frodo meant by awkward.  He had 
known Sam for years and they were comfortable together. 
 
Frodo continued unprompted, "look at it like this Merry.  Sam and I are and have been for 
years, more than master and servant.  This you know, I know it, and he knows it well.  
But we have always maintained that decorum, a habit, a wall, of sorts." 
 
Merry chuckled softly,  "I think the wall was breached, dear Frodo, when you let him 
yank you off." 
 
Frodo only smiled, but at the mention of Sam's touching him he felt the warm tingling 
grow in the pit of his stomach.  "That would be part of it Merry, had he not left the next 
day perhaps… I don't know." 
 
Merry leaned over and planted a friendly kiss on Frodo's lips. He smoothed the doubt 
from his forehead with his fingers.  "Frodo, you think too much.  Just let things happen as 
they may.  You have no secrets here in Bag End anymore, the three of you should get 
along just fine." 
 
Frodo smiled softly against the kiss and blushed at his bodies' response to even this 
simple, friendly touch.  His senses were like a, long hibernating, dragon from Bilbo's 
tales; once disturbed it was hell bent on getting all it desired. Once awakened after years 
of neglect his sexual hunger was ravenous, he had not learned how to control it with out 
completely hiding it away again.  
 
He had no wish to do so, at all.  So he let it go, and felt the rush of heat and the stiffening 
of his member.  He sighed heatedly, and Merry pulled back surprised, but smiling 
sweetly.  It had not been his intent to inflame his cousins desires again.  But now, seeing 
Frodo's Body flushed with heat, shifting his hips and hardening, Merry responded in 
kind. 
 
This was not the urgent heat of the night before.  It was a sweet longing to give to each 
other.  Merry shifted closer, and pulled Frodo into a deep kiss.  Their moist lips slid 
together and they both groaned at the contact.  It was but a hands breath of a move for 
Merry to take Frodo into his grasp, he did so with out thought or question.  He gently slid 
his warm hand over the curve of his hip and grasped the growing heat that met him.  
Frodo went taut as a bowstring, in an instant, crying out in unexpected delight. 
 
Merry heard Pippin stir behind him and then felt him roll over, wrapping himself around 
Merry's back.  He looked over Merry's shoulder and nibbled his ear.   
 
"What are we up to this morning?"  Pippin lilted happily.  "Trying to get something goin, 
and with out me again?  I don't think that's quite fair; is it Merry?" 
 
Merry did not remove his eyes from Frodo's face.  He was entranced with the glow that 
emanated from his cousin. "Well Pip, now that your awake do what you will, but I was 
just going to work on Frodo, until he begs for more." 
 
"I'll make 'im beg."  With that Pippin climbed over Merry, he placed himself between 
Frodo's thighs and began rubbing them in long teasing strokes.  He smiled as Frodo 
shuddered.  Merry continued with his gentle movements over Frodo's erection.  He could 
feel it hardening still further in his hand as Pippin teased him. 
 
Pippin suddenly removed Merry's hand and took over what he had begun.  He gently 
flicked his tongue over the tip as he continued to move his hand over Frodo's hardness. 
 
Merry moved up and returned to Frodo's lips.  They were again slightly parted in desire 
and he gently tickled them with his own.  Kissing the bottom one until his own desire 
forced him to a deeper kiss.  His eyes remained open though Frodo's had drifted closed, 
he wore an expression of rapt enjoyment.  Suddenly his eyes sprang open in surprise and 
unrestrained desire.  Merry gasped at the heat he felt pouring from Frodo and returned to 
the kiss.  Frodo ravenously deepened it searching for Merry's tongue, sliding their hot lips 
together as if life depended upon it. 
 
Frodo hadn't had time to brace himself for Pippin's intensity.  One moment he had been 
staring at Merry as he slowly inflamed his desires.  It was the slow stoking of a fire that 
seemed to burn continually in his loins now. Then Pippin was aware and before another 
thought could be formed he was on him.  His hot mouth engulfed him his talented lips 
and tongue wreaking havoc with his nerve endings.  Frodo had gone from quiet passion 
to being driven to ecstasy.  
 
Pippin could not be stopped; Merry's kissing only made things better.  He and Pippin 
were a team Merry knew exactly what Pippin was doing below and he mimicked it with 
his tongue in Frodo's mouth.  The rhythmic movements encompassed everything.  There 
was nothing but the pounding in his groin speeding toward release.   
 
Frodo was thrashing wildly, his control erased by the ministrations of his talented 
cousins.  Merry moved back to watch; Frodo could see him with in reach, watching 
Frodo as his climax neared.  His hands reached out grasping the sheets twisting as Pippin 
slowed to tease him a bit.  He cried out in anguish and Merry smiled.  His cry was 
pleading as he begged Pip to finish the job.  Pippin smiled at Merry and slid up to kiss 
Frodo, his body and erection teasing across Frodo's hard member. 
 
Frodo's eyes rolled and he groaned loudly in frustration. He whispered, "Please Pip, 
Merry make him do it… .Please, I can't." 
 
Pippin ground his hips into Frodo rubbing their erections together with a heated teasing 
friction.  Frodo began thrusting upward, arching to meet Pippin's movements.  Again 
Pippin moved away, Frodo nearly growled at him and ground his teeth together in agony. 
He looked at Merry; he was shuddering in anger and desire. 
 
"Pip, I don't think you aught to tease Frodo much more, he can get quite forceful."  I 
think you've got him about as pissed off as I've ever seen him."  Pippin glanced at Merry 
in question; this was a game they enjoyed frequently.  The tease and continual crescendo 
and then backing off, only increased their desire for each other.  But Merry's face held a 
warning.  Pip knew he was serious, he wasn't sure how he knew, but evidently Frodo did 
not find this sort of teasing to is liking." 
 
"Sorry Frodo," and he kissed him deeply. Pippin turned quickly and grasped Frodo by the 
buttocks and took his weeping hardness into his mouth yet again.  He took him in deeply, 
swirling around the tip and down the shaft as Frodo responded with out reservation.   
Frodo felt the heat and rhythm return and his body reacted.  His climax would not be held 
off long, he felt Pippin's hip next to his shoulder and turned to find his cock thrusting 
next to him, finding friction against the bedclothes.  He reached with one hand and 
stroked his tense, flexing buttocks. 
 
Merry watched as Pip repositioned and took Frodo deeply into his mouth.  He groaned 
his own cock was fairly dripping with need.  Watching his love struggle with his own 
passion inflamed him more.  Merry moved closer to Pippin and reached under him to take 
his weeping cock into his hand.   
 
He timed his movements, as Pippin liked it, hard and fast.  No time to think, no time to 
hold back just the building of the sensations pulling him ever closer to his own climax.  
Merry could hear Frodo panting, his thrusting matched Pippin's mouth on him, he knew 
in only moments Frodo would find his passions fulfilled yet again.  The thought of Pippin 
and Frodo reaching that height together, made his breath catch in his throat.  He reached 
down to grasp his own throbbing member and began the rhythm on himself.  He felt a 
wet heat encompass him and he groaned as he looked and realized that Frodo had moved 
nearer and taken him into his mouth. 
 
Frodo heard Merry groan when he took him.  He had surprised him, it had been his intent 
and he moaned as he felt Merry's cock thrust into his mouth.   
 
Frodo was the first to go, the slow coiling unraveled in his gut.  His cries of groaning 
pleasure sent Merry spiraling after him.  Frodo spilled his seed into Pippin's mouth, 
Merry thrust twice more and Frodo found himself drinking his salty sweetness.  
 
He could see Pippin frantically pumping in Merry's grasp, as his senses returned to him.  
Pippin had released him from his mouth and now concentrated on his own release.  Frodo 
turned and rolled Pippin to his back, Merry rolled with him and positioned himself 
between his thighs and took Pips aching hardness into his mouth to finish him off. 
 
Merry's hot mouth enveloped him and Pippin knew it would only be moments before he 
filled his beloved's mouth.  But Frodo was cradling his head in a most lovely way; his 
warm breath was laced with the smell of his lover.  It was quite distracting and yet it 
inflamed him yet more.  Frodo leaned in to kiss him and Pippin was lost, the moment he 
tasted Merry's essence on Frodo's tongue his climax hit him.  He arched, locked into a 
heated kiss, tasting Frodo, tasting Merry, Feeling Merry and Kissing Frodo, His mind 
was awash with confused erotic messages.  His buttocks left the mattress in one tortured 
thrust and then he could not move.  
 
Merry stroked the base of his erection as it pulsed of its own accord into his hot waiting 
mouth.  He felt the first of it hit the back of his throat forcefully and he managed not to 
choke.  He stroked him until the last of it trickled onto his tongue and he felt Pippin 
finally relax against the soft-feathered mattress.  Merry sucked the softening flesh 
lovingly, then allowed it to slip free of his mouth he heard Pippin sigh, though muffled 
still by Frodo's kisses. 
 
Merry joined the two and bent to kiss Pippin himself.  All three lingered for a few 
moments taking turns kissing tasting each other all together.  Not one of them 
commented on the novelty of the experience, they looked at one another smiling 
peacefully. 
 
All three lay quietly sated, languorously relaxed staring up at the ceiling of the master 
bedroom of Bag End.  The rich carved beams looked down on them.  Frodo and Merry 
closed their eyes dozing.  Pippin laid eyes open, grinning widely.   
 
"I think we missed Breakfast". 
 
Frodo mumbled, "I think your right, Pip; Perhaps even second breakfast.  Though unless 
one of us has the energy to get up, bathe and cook it we haven't missed a thing." 
 
Merry rolled over and kissed Pip and Frodo,  "I can take a hint, I'll go start your breakfast 
Pip; Meanwhile Frodo, why don't you introduce Pippin to your bath oils." 
 
Frodo smiled and raised a brow at Merry.  "If I do that, Master Merry, he will miss 
luncheon as well." 
 
Pippin looked between the two knowing he was missing a joke.  "How about we all go 
eat something then you, can run my bath." He looked pointedly at Merry.  
 
Frodo grinned, "That does sound like a better idea." He clapped Merry lightly on the 
shoulder. 
 
Merry blushed but smiled happily,  "This will be a bath to remember, Pip." 
 
Pippin knew he was still missing something but Merry would let him in on it soon 
enough but for the moment, food was the priority.  There were few things more important 
to Pippin than food.   
 
"Does anyone know where my breeches are?" 
 
Frodo chuckled, "no but if you see mine let me know."  All three laughed and made their 
way to the kitchen to see what could be found to eat. 
 
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tbc