Pippin was whistling softly as he entered the Inn. The inn-keeper greeted him and he smiled back in passing, eager to get back to his and Merry’s room.

He got to the door, where he stopped suddenly. A strange, tickling feeling had started in the pit of his stomach, and he noticed as he placed his hand on the doorknob that it was shaking. “Pull yourself together, Pip.” He muttered under his breath.

Merry jumped out of the chair as Pippin came in. “God, Pip, where have you been?!”

Pippin pulled the latch behind him. “Frodo’s.”

Merry sank back down in the chair, drawing a deep breath and slowly letting it back out again. Frodo’s. Of course, of course, of course! It was so obvious, why didn’t he go look for him there?!

Pippin’s eyes hit the floor. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, Merry. It’s just… I needed to talk to him and you were asleep and… I was going to leave a note, it’s just… I forgot. I forgot.” He drew a shaky breath.

Merry nodded. “It’s ok. You just scared me, Pip. Me waking up and you gone and all.”

Pippin walked over to Merry and eased himself into his lap. “I’m really, really, truthfully sorry. I never meant to worry you.”

Merry smiled slightly. “I said it’s ok sweetie. I should have thought of looking there. Did you have your breakfast?”

Pippin nodded. “Frodo shared. But if you didn’t have yours yet, I would never mind another one.”

Merry grinned. “I’m sure you would not, but I had mine whilst worrying about you.”

Pippin brought his head closer to Merry’s, bringing their foreheads together as his fingers tangled in his cousin’s curls. “You know I could never leave you, Merry.” He whispered.

Merry nodded slightly and bent his head to the side to bring their lips together.

As Merry tried to pull away Pippin held his head firmly and shook his head before pulling him forward again. The kiss grew deeper, and Pippin, encouraged by the fact that Merry finally seemed willing to let him decide on things, slowly moved his hands in between them to undo the buttons on Merry’s shirt. It wasn’t too long until he had worked his hands inside to caress the smooth chest.

Merry didn’t stop him. Instead, his hands roamed Pippin’s back for a while, before successfully disposing of Pippin’s shirt. Pippin felt happy and dizzy, in the back of his mind wondering what had brought about this sudden change in Merry.

Pippin groaned as Merry’s hand reached his crotch. The sound seemed to sober Merry up, and he drew away, hesitantly. “No, Pip. No.” His voice was thick and he slowly took a deep breath to try and calm himself.

Pippin, breathing heavily, fell against Merry’s chest. “Please, Merry.” He said at length, his voice hoarse in Merry’s ear. “Please.”

Merry shook his head, swallowing hard. “No.” He said again, every part of his body disagreeing with his mind.

Pippin sighed and sat back up. Merry considered him; his hair dishevelled, his suspenders down over his bare arms, tiny droplets of sweat covering his perfect chest. And his eyes… they were so green, so deep. He was the personification of lust.

Merry drew a ragged breath. It was hard to refuse anything so perfect but he shook his head again.

“Merry,” Pippin started, and lightly put a finger against Merry’s lips as he looked like he was going to protest. “Merry, listen to me. Frodo said to tell you… to tell my Merry,” he smiled briefly, “that he thinks you’re good to wait and all but that his Pippin,” another smile, “is growing up and he wants and needs too and you should listen to him.”

Merry sighed, running a finger along Pippin’s cheek, the feather-light touch making the younger hobbit shudder. He shook his head in dismay. “What in the world were you talking to Frodo about?”

Pippin coloured slightly. “Does it matter?”

Merry licked his lips. “Pip… I can’t believe you did that. You told Frodo about…” he shook his head again. “No, Pip.”

Pippin’s eyes met his own and didn’t waver. “Only because you never listened.”

Regret fell over Merry’s face and he stroke a few locks out of Pippin’s eyes. “Honey, I don’t… I never… I didn’t know it upset you that much. If I had known…”

Pippin leant forward and put a light kiss on Merry lips. “You know now…”

Merry nodded and leaned forward again, deepening the kiss gradually as he allowed his hands to find unexplored territory.

It wasn’t long until Merry’s fumbling hands reached the buttons on Pippin’s breeches. Pippin whimpered slightly as he started to undo them painfully slowly, and his nails dug into Merry’s arms.

“Oh. Merry. Oh!” Pippin gasped as Merry’s hand worked its way inside. His hips bucked and he buried his face in Merry’s chest, dimly aware that he didn’t want all the other inn-guests to hear what was going on. He had never known such pleasure.

Merry put his other hand on the back of Pippin’s head, to steady and reassure him, his fingers entangling in the silky curls. Pippin’s breath now came in harsh, irregular gasps and he was shuddering. Merry leant forward and whispered words of love in his ear.

“Merry!” Pippin exclaimed suddenly, just before he was drowned in waves of pleasure. Then he collapsed, trembling, against Merry and tried to catch his breath.

“You’re so, so beautiful.” Merry cooed as he ran his hands along Pippin’s back and rocked him gently, waiting for him to recover.

“I love you.” Pippin murmured shakily when he regained the ability to talk.

Merry smiled and kissed his head, nuzzling the soft, slightly damp curls. “I love you, too.” Pippin shivered slightly and Merry pulled him even closer. “Let’s move over to the bed.” He carefully lifted Pippin in his arms and laid him down on the bed again, crawling up beside him and wrapping them both in a blanket.

“Merry.” Pippin said finally, and his hand was suddenly on Merry’s hard-on, making him gasp. His green eyes where questioning. “Yes?”

Merry nodded and Pippin caressed him gently, hesitantly, afraid to hurt him. Merry groaned softly and pushed against his hand. Reassured, Pippin got a bit bolder. Merry closed his eyes and lost himself in Pippin’s touch.

“Merry?” Merry’s eyes flew open and he met Pippin’s nervous gaze. “I want… I want you to… I, I.” He stopped, drew a shaky breath, swallowed, and looked at Merry.

Merry reached out his hand and caressed Pippin’s cheek. “Are you sure, Pip?”

Pippin nodded. “Yes.” He whispered. “Oh, yes.”

Merry closed his eyes momentarily to clear his head. “I don’t know, Pip.”

Pippin licked his lips. “Does it… Does it hurt?”

Merry blinked. “Yes. I think so, anyway. I think it would. People say it does, at first.”

“Would you?” Pippin asked again.

Merry looked at him. “I don’t know… I don’t know if. I’m afraid to hurt you. Will you tell me if it hurts? Ask me to stop?”

Pippin nodded, his face more serious than Merry had ever seen it. “Yes. Of course.” He traced Merry’s collar-bone with his finger, and Merry shuddered. “Yes?” Pippin was persistent.

Merry sighed, then nodded. “Yes. We need something… something like oil, or something.”

Pippin’s face fell and he scanned the room to try and find something. His gaze feel on the remnants of Merry’s breakfast. “Butter?” He asked.

Merry smiled. “Will do fine.” Pippin jumped off the bed to retrieve the butter, then sat down on the bed with the dish in his hand. He stuck his finger into it, put the finger into his mouth and slowly sucked it off, smiling mischievously. Merry gasped slightly at the sight.

“Not for eating, Pip.” He chided.

Pippin cocked his head to one side and looked at him. “No?”

Merry swallowed, feeling his whole body and soul respond to Pippin’s antics, and managed to shake his head. “No.”

Pippin smiled bashfully. “Oh, good. I don’t like eating butter without anything, anyways. Here. What do I do?” He gave the dish to Merry and looked at him intently.

Merry sat up and took the dish, touching Pippin’s fingers slightly. “Lie down.”

“On my tummy? On my back?”

“Eh,” Merry shrugged. “Whichever?”

Pippin laid down on his back. “Yes?”

Merry nodded and took another deep breath. “Yes. Perfect.” He stuck his fingers into the butter, covering them in grease.

“Pip, I’m going to… to…” He stopped and shifted awkwardly. “You know?”

Pippin nodded. “Yes. Go on.”

Merry closed his eyes in order to focus. “You will tell me if this hurts, yes?” He asked as he opened them again.

Pippin was ready to scream in frustration, instead he smiled sweetly. “Yes. I will. Now, go on.”

Merry smiled tentatively. “Ok.” Slowly, very slowly and carefully he worked one finger in. Pippin flinched a little, but didn’t seem too uncomfortable so Merry carefully tried a second one. It was almost in when Pippin shut his eyes tight with a grimace.

Merry stopped short. “No, I’m hurting you. I can’t do this. We’ll stop. You’re not ready. We’ll wait.

Pippin’s eyes flew open again. “No!” Merry looked slightly taken aback. “No.” He repeated, a little calmer this time. “It’s just a little uncomfortable, just hold still for a while.”

Merry closed his eyes and nodded. “Ok.” He didn’t open his eyes again until Pippin wiggled a little and told him to go on. A third finger went in with ease.

Merry removed his fingers and retrieved the butter dish from the nightstand. “You’re sure of this, Pip?”

Pippin sighed impatiently. “Yes.”

Merry put his hand in the butter. “Ok.” He started spreading it over himself, then put a bit more on Pippin for extra measure.

Pippin chortled. “Merry dear, if you put any more butter on me, I shall be so full that there will be no place left for you!”

Merry smiled, and taking the hint he put the dish back on the night stand. “You’re ready?”

Pippin smiled teasingly. “No. But, you know Merry, now I’m here on my back on the bed, and we’re both full of butter and in a state, we may as well just do this.”

Merry laughed shortly, and the tenseness eased off his body. “Ok, ok, I take the point.” Carefully, he lowered his own body onto Pippin’s and captured his lips in a kiss, whilst easing just a little bit into him.

Pippin groaned softly and buckled to meet him. Merry held still, and kissed Pippin’s nose. “Slowly, sweetheart. Easy.” Pippin let out a sound that was somewhere in between a moan and a whimper, but held still.

Gently, Merry pushed in bit by bit, until almost his whole length was inside Pippin. Pippin gasped softly, and Merry held perfectly still to let him get accustomed, showering his neck in kisses and rubbing his shoulder to reassure him.

It took a while until Pippin tentatively thrust his hips upwards. Finding that it didn’t hurt much, he did it again, and Merry gently started to thrust down to meet him, gradually picking up the pace.

“Merry!” Pippin urgently arched against Merry, his fingers grasping at Merry’s back, digging into the soft flesh so harshly they left small marks . Merry brought his lips back on Pippin’s again, the little rationality he had left thinking it best to quieten him.

A shock surged through Pippin’s body as he came again, and Merry let himself go, melting into the kiss and Pippin’s body. They collapsed in a shaking, dishevelled heap on the bead, gasping for breath and still clinging onto each other as if to stop them from drowning.

When Merry finally regained control over his own body, even though he still was a bit unsure which limbs belonged to him and which belonged to Pippin, he rolled over on his side, pulling Pippin against him and the blanket over them. He kissed Pippin’s brow tenderly. “I love you.” He whispered, burying his face in the russet curls. “I love you.”

“Mmmm…” Pippin mumbled sleepily. His breathing evened, and soon he was asleep.

Merry smiled and looked at him; his damp curls sticking on his forehead, his lips slightly swollen from kissing, his cheeks flushed. And lids hiding those notoriously green gems. He sighed and reached his hand to brush away the curls from Pippin’s face. His little cousin had grown up.

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