“Ohh, no one is near,
I may cry oh, but no one can hear,
Mama may scold me cause she told me it was naughty,
But then, please do it again, just do it again”

“Oh, Merry! Oh!” Pippin squirmed beneath Merry. He was gasping for breath and shuddered uncontrollably with every touch.

Merry reached out and caressed his cheek. “Shhh, Pip. Soon.” He crawled up and planted a soft kiss on Pippin’s red lips.

Pippin’s arms snaked around Merry’s neck and held him fast as he urgently kissed him back. Merry wriggled against him and fought to catch his breath as Pippin let go.

“Merry…” Pippin’s voice was a hoarse whisper, and Merry shivered. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that this was wrong, so very wrong, but he couldn’t stop it now, and it felt very right.

“Pip.” Pippin’s green eyes were fixed intently on him, and it was hard to think straight. He swallowed hard. “We shouldn’t do this.”

Pippin laughed, with a little effort. “Oh, Merry, you didn’t say that when we were in Rivendell. Or Moria. Or Lorien. Or Gondor. Or-“

“But we’re back home now.” Merry was torn between his strong love for Pippin and the fact that he had been told this was wrong. His mother had told him when he was a child that a lad and a lass fall in love, and start a family, and it could not be any other way.

Pippin pulled Merry to him, and kissed him gently. “Merry, my home is where you are. I have been home the whole time.”

Merry looked at him, and nodded slowly, and kissed him back. Pippin rubbed against him and erased every doubt and teaching that was left in Merry’s mind.

Soon they were both on the edge. It was with a great effort that Pippin pulled away. “Merry, wait.” He rolled over and found something in the drawer of the nightstand. He gave it to Merry.

Merry looked at the small bottle in his hand and smiled. Pippin smiled back at him and lay on his back, silently inviting Merry to take him, all of him, as he had done so many times before.

Merry poured a little of the fragrant oil – rose – into his palm, then he put the bottle aside and rubbed it into his fingers. He stopped for a while, just looking at Pippin, his very own beautiful Pippin, who was laying there, breathing heavily, looking expectant, with a blissful smile resting on his lips.

Merry took a deep breath and touched Pippin lightly. Pippin trembled, and Merry gently pushed one finger inside, mindful not to hurt him. Pippin thrust against him, and Merry pushed in another finger, then another. He was now satisfied that Pippin was prepared and withdrew his fingers. Pippin whimpered softly as he did so.

“Shhh...” Merry caressed Pippin’s stomach, reaching for the bottle again with his other hand. He stopped his caresses and poured a generous amount of oil into his palm before putting the bottle back on the nightstand. The room filled with a pleasant scent of roses as he rubbed the oil into himself.

“Ready?” Merry whispered as he finished.

Pippin nodded. “Oh, yes. Always.”

Merry smiled and lay down on Pippin, capturing his lips in a kiss as he carefully pushed himself inside him. Pippin groaned as his fingers tangled in Merry’s soft curls.

Their moans of pleasure mingled with each other as Pippin pushed up against Merry’s every thrust, willing more of his cousin into his safe cavern. Merry had soon lost himself in Pippin, and balanced on the edge for a while before coming with a last furious thrust. Pippin let himself go then, and they came together in a blissful confusion of moans and groans, before they collapsed motionless in a tangled heap.

It was Merry who regained control of his body first. He gently kissed Pippin’s nose and withdrew. Pippin stirred as he did, and opened his eyes, looking at Merry lovingly.

Merry yawned and pulled the covers over them, rolling over onto his side, still holding Pippin close.

“I love you…” Pippin whispered finally, holding Merry tighter.

Merry sighed happily and kissed Pippin’s cinnamon curls. “I love you, too.” He listened to Pippin’s breath as the younger hobbit slowly fell asleep, and decided that he didn’t care whether this was wrong or right before he drifted off to sleep.

”Come and get it, ohh,
Turn out the light and hold me close,
Close in your arms all through the night,
Mama may scold me cause she told me it was naughty,
But then, please do it again, just do it again"