Title: Of Brothers and Cousins
Pairing: Boromir/Merry/Pippin, Faramir/Merry/Pippin, Merry/Pippin
Rating: NC-17
Categories: slash, canon, slight angst, post-Quest
Author's name: Ruby Nye
Section: 2 of 2
Summary: Cousins and lovers discuss brothers they love.
"To the King and Queen!" they cheered in ragged unison, and drank another toast. Faramir tilted his head back as he drained his tankard; Pippin looked at his long strong neck, and flicked his gaze to Merry in a silent question which made Merry's eyes and mouth go round. Pippin nearly giggled; after all these years and all they'd been through this past year, he could still shock his Merry, if he really tried.
Not that that was why he'd asked, he thought, as he looked up at Faramir again and Faramir smiled down at him, a wide sunny smile so very different from the wistful ones he'd always worn before, well, before the world changed. "What are you thinking, Pippin?" Faramir asked, his arm going round Pippin, warm and strong.
"How happy you look," Pippin replied, nestling into Faramir's side. There were ribs beneath the soft tunic, draped with muscle but tangible; Pippin raised a hand to trace over them, and Merry snorted and reached across Faramir for Pippin's wrist. "Peregrin Took, you terrible flirt," Merry said reprovingly. "This Man is your Captain, stop mauling him."
"Oh, I do not mind," said Faramir with tipsy cheer, pulling Merry closer with his other arm; Merry looked scandalized, and Pippin did giggle. "Yes, but Faramir, you're betrothed to my Lady Eowyn," Merry pointed out, and Pippin understood his primness. "Oh, Merry, is that what you're worrying about? I asked her!"
"You asked her?" cried Faramir; Merry rolled his eyes, but smiled nevertheless, as his fingers sllipped from Pippin's wrist to twine with Pippin's fingers. "Of course I did, Faramir," Pippin said reasonably. "I saw Lady Eowyn once more before she and King Eomer left; she thanked me for saving the life of the Man she loved, and in so doing saving her own, and asked me what boon she might grant me for it, so I plucked up my courage, as a Soldier of Gondor of course, and told her that I had lain with you and I would like to again if she would grant me leave. She laughed and said that the Holbytla have hot blood---and I intend to ask you why she said that, Meriadoc---and kissed my brow and gave me leave, and Merry with me."
Faramir blinked speechlessly and nodded; Merry was nearly as red as the velvet drapes, but he was smiling. "You terrible Took," he said warmly, pulling Pippin across Faramir's lap to kiss him; they heard Faramir moan, just a little, as he watched them, sprawled across his lap together, and Pippin knew Merry would have grinned if he could. They did grin at each other when they broke the kiss, then lunged upwards in unison.
Not that Faramir fought them, of course; he let them knock him over on the bed, laughing as he fell. Pippin lay on Faramir's chest and unlaced his tunic as he watched him kiss Merry, slowly stroking his hand through fair curls. Merry kissed him carefully, still a little unsure, and Pippin laughed. "I knew you two would like each other."
Faramir chuckled, pulling Pippin up as Merry let go his mouth to pull his own tunic off. "Eowyn said that as well, but I did not know this was part of what she meant."
"You'll just have to thank her, then," Pippin breathed over Faramir's mouth before kissing him. There, that warm scratch of beard, wide supple lips against Pippin's own; Faramir was almost too gentle, but he was warm and strong and ample, and especially when one won through that tight control, oh, he was magnificent. Pippin had done so once so far, and remembered it well, and wanted more, wanted Merry to help him and share in it with them.
Between kisses and wriggles and caresses and unbucklings, the three of them soon found themselves naked and in the middle of the bed, Merry between Faramir and Pippin. Pippin shifted back a bit to watch as Faramir wrapped his long arms around Merry and kissed him deeply, stroking him as if he were precious, which indeed he was. Used to being wrapped up in Merry's embrace, to being wound so tightly with him they could hardly tell where one left off and the other began, Pippin savored the sight of Merry swathed in pleasure, of the way he looked with his arms wound round Faramir's neck and his back arching as Faramir's large capable hands traced lines of fire along his skin. Merry moaned, winding his legs round Faramir's waist, and Pippin closed his eyes for a moment as he felt that moan course hotly through him.
When he opened his eyes, two pairs of grey eyes were on him, and Merry, flushed and smiling, had a hand out. Pippin took that hand in his good one and squeezed it gently, reaching up with his other hand to thread it into Faramir's long wavy hair as he leaned forward for a kiss, chasing the larger tongue with his own in a way that he knew would make Faramir laugh breathlessly as he drew back. "I knew I'd like the two of you together," Pippin said huskily, and they both laughed at that before Merry drew Faramir's mouth back to his own, keeping hold of Pippin's hand all the while.
"Mmm, Faramir," Merry breathed. "What do you want?" Faramir looked down at Merry with that clear-eyed gaze Pippin well remembered, a gaze that reached to the heart, that in bed felt like a caress to the soul, and Pippin's heart hurt sweetly to see that gaze turned on his beloved beautiful Merry. "I wish to please you," Faramir replied, and Merry stared up at him as if drowning in his eyes.
They looked beautiful like that, Pippin thought, but on the other hand Midsummer night was the shortest of the year. "I think a finger or two would do nicely," he suggested, and grinned as Merry turned red while Faramir laughed and reached for him to pull him up for another kiss. "I am glad I have you here to direct me," Faramir said with cheer, and kissed Pippin's nose. "There may yet be a bottle of oil in the top wardrobe drawer."
Pippin slid out of the bed and bounced across the room, ignoring the twinge in his knee, focusing on the music of kisses and moans from the bed. He found the bottle easily enough, though when he returned he commented "You need a nightstand." Faramir raised an eyebrow at that as he raised his head. "A what, Master Perian?"
"A nightstand," Merry explained breathlessly, "is a piece of furniture by one's bed, where sensible peoples, such as hobbits, keep necessities such as oil so they don't have to get out of their beds in the midst of a tumble." Faramir looked from Merry to Pippin and back again, and shook his head, and smiled, and settled for kissing Pippin again until he was so distracted he nearly dropped the bottle.
Sometime in the midst of that kiss, Merry's hand slid up Pippin's chest, stopping to pinch a nipple so that he gasped and Faramir chuckled, and up over his shoulder and neck to his cheek; when Faramir let his mouth go, Pippin found himself drawn down to kiss Merry, and so hardly noticed when Faramir took the bottle from his hand until Merry moaned into the kiss; Pippin nipped at his lip before lifting his head. "Ah," he observed, running his gaze down along Merry's arched body to Faramir's hand, one finger in up to the knuckle. "just like that, Faramir."
Faramir nodded; Merry made an indignant sound. "I am," he said, pausing to gasp when Faramir pushed a bit more,"still here, Pippin!"
"If you can talk we aren't doing this well enough." Pippin tucked a hand between their bodies, and was soon rewarded by Merry's gasp as his eyes rolled back in his head. Pippin grinned at Faramir and stretched out alongside Merry, pressing his chest to his back, alternating kissing him with Faramir as they held him between them and, stroking the same rhythm, worked him up to a sobbing writhing delight.
When Merry slumped against him, boneless and panting, Pippin glanced up at Faramir, who was still tenderly watching Merry's face; Faramir looked up at Pippin and smiled, sharing the sight with him, but the smile soon gave way to blushing astonishment when Pippin withdrew his sticky hand and slowly, lasciviously licked it clean. By the time he was done, Faramir was redder than the drapes but grinning, and Merry had his eyes open again and was smiling, and Pippin felt so pleased he almost didn't need to peak.
Well, almost. "How do you, Merry?" he asked; for reply Merry sat up, caught Pippin in his arms, kissed him soundly, and rolled him laughing into Faramir's embrace. "I think it's your turn, Pippin," Merry replied, leaning over Pippin to kiss Faramir. "You, sir, are a wonder," he said to Faramir, who blushed again and shook his head. "You two are the wonder," he replied. "Are all halflings as light of heart and easy of manner about bedding as you are?"
"Well, Pippin's a happy bundle of proddiness," Merry said, ignoring Pippin's protesting noise, "but in general we hobbits enjoy the pleasures of life as fully as we might. So, I suppose you might say we are, most of us."
"Easier than you Big Folk seem to be about it all," Pippin chirped. "It took forever for us to get Boromir to---" Faramir trembled, and Merry went pale, and Pippin stopped breathing; but then Faramir smiled at Pippin, eyes deep and wistful but not grieved, and pulled Merry close with his other arm as he gently said, "I am glad Boromir had such friends as you two, and I am glad I know how well he was loved." With that he kissed Pippin again, stroking his hair with one long-fingered hand, till Pippin's self-reproach faded away in the warmth of Faramir's tender pardon. Pippin felt Merry lie down at his side and kiss Faramir's cheek and his own, and when Merry squeezed his hand the last bit of chill worry was thawed.
"So, Captain Faramir, what shall we do with your perian?" Merry whispered in Faramir's ear, and Faramir chuckled without lifting his head, kissing Pippin's eyes and nose and throat and chin till Pippin wriggled beneath him, trying to catch his mouth. "I don't know, Master Holbytla," Faramir replied, winning himself a delighted grin and a kiss from Merry. "Have you any suggestions?"
"You might tup me," Pippin said hopefully, drawing a doubtful snort from Merry and a raised eyebrow from Faramir. "No, Pippin, I might not, when you are half again smaller than I and still healing as well. Here," and Faramir turned onto his back, pulling Pippin with him. "Let us---ah!" Pippin wriggled round quickly on Faramir's chest, then stretched his lips round the head of a rapidly stiffening prick. One of the nice things about the Ent-draughts, Pippin thought absently as he wrapped both hands round, sucking hard and listening to Faramir's gasps, was how everything had grown a little with his increased height, including the span of his mouth.
"Hmmm," said Merry, wriggling in between Faramir's legs, running his hands up those long thighs, "I think, Faramir, you might do something with that arse Pippin is currently wiggling in your face. And I---" he punctuated his words with a long slow lick from Faramir's eggs to Pippin's upper lip---"I think I'll lend Pip a hand here."
"Well advised, Merry." Pippin felt Faramir's hand slide into his hair and stroke, slowly and warmly, down across his neck and back; he moaned and pressed into the touch, and felt Faramir's twitch at that moan, or perhaps it was at the feel of Merry getting his mouth entirely round one egg, fingers winding round Pippin's so they could stroke Faramir's shaft in unison.
Then it was Pippin's turn to gasp, as Faramir's hand slid down his back and over his rump, gently and firmly at once, cupping a whole cheek in pleasantly rough warmth as a slick finger slid slowly between. Pippin moaned impatiently and shook his hips, unable both to back onto that finger and to keep sucking, and Faramir chuckled and patted his cheek. "Patience, Pippin," he said warmly.
Pippin pulled his head up with a wet smacking sound and blew, and Faramir chuckled again, shivering a little. "All right, then, prepare yourself---" and he drove the finger in so that Pippin arched with a squeal. "Oh, yes, Faramir! Yes!"
Merry's laugh was quite muffled, but audible, his fingers tightening round Pippin's, keeping their rhythm as Pippin slumped back down, face resting on Faramir's firm belly, wallowing in the sensation of Faramir's hands on him, one finger moving within him, the other hand firmly stroking his back. Merry eased Faramir's egg back out of his mouth and kissed his way up to nuzzle the crown of Pippin's head; already shuddering all over, Pippin raised his head, and found himself falling into amused grey eyes. "C'mere, Pip," Merry whispered, and leaned forward to kiss him.
Somewhere beyond Merry's warm lips on his, Merry's tongue stroking about in his mouth, beyond the pounding of his blood in his ears and the pulsing of pleasure through his body, Pippin heard Faramir's breathless chuckle. "Easy, Merry, I need my wits a moment longer," Faramir breathed, and that delightful finger drew back; Pippin whimpered his impatience, and if he could have gotten his hands back from Merry he would have pushed backwards, but then the finger returned with another, and Pippin jerked, feeling the stretch and pain and then pleasure flaring like an oil-drenched fire, and he wailed his satisfaction.
Unfortunately, that made Faramir pause, and Pippin tore his mouth from Merry's, but he couldn't quite force it to words; Merry took pity on him and said, "Pip's noisy when he's happy, isn't he?" which made Faramir laugh and continue. Pippin sank down again, trembling and moaning, as Merry kissed his brow and ears, as Faramir's other hand slid down to wrap round him and in a few more strokes the rising pleasure swept through him and bore him up and over the edge.
Pippin gasped back to sense to feel both Faramir's hands draped warmly over his back and his body trembling with Faramir's shaking; Faramir was laughing quietly, Merry not so quietly. "Ah, Pip," Merry said fondly, kissing Pippin's upturned ear,"I thought you'd come out of your skin, that time. Can you breathe?"
"Mmm, ah, I think so." Pippin took a deep breath, feeling himself warm all over, and stuck to Faramir all down their fronts; he wriggled a bit, and brushed Faramir's sides with his feet to feel him laugh again, and kissed Merry as he firmed his grasp. "You have been awfully patient," Pippin said over his shoulder, and Faramir patted his rump for reply. "We should get back to work, shouldn't we, Merry?"
"You're the one who's been taking his ease," Merry replied, kissing Pippin again as their joined hands began to move. Faramir pressed his fingers into Pippin's flesh, shuddering as Pippin and Merry chased each other's tongues round the head, stroking harder with their joined fingers. "I, I am---" Faramir managed to gasp, and Merry fastened his mouth over the head and sucked as Pippin murmured, "yes, Faramir, yes," against the flesh he was licking, and felt it twitch beneath his fingers and tongue as Faramir peaked with a low long moan.
Merry made a muffled noise and drew back after a moment, as Pippin peeled himself off of Faramir to turn round again, to kiss Faramir's brow and wind his arms round his neck. Faramir's hand landed limply on Pippin's back as he smiled, eyes still closed; snuggling his head into the crook of Faramir's shoulder, Pippin laid his lips to the pulse in his neck and felt it slow from pounding down to ease.
Eventually, Faramir's hand began to move on Pippin's back, and he laughed. "You two are like no one ever," he said, helping Merry climb over his legs to snuggle into his other side. "I feel utterly filled with cheer. And remarkably sticky."
"Here, the sheet is done for anyway." Merry dragged a corner of it up and began scrubbing at Faramir with it; Pippin grabbed an edge to help, and Faramir began to wriggle and laugh. "That tickles!" he cried, most imprudently; Merry and Pippin promptly dropped the sheet and set to work with their fingers, and Faramir had to pin their arms to their sides and hold down Pippin's legs with one of his to vanquish them.
A fair bit of giggling and some sorting of pillows later, Faramir lay with both of them in his arms, Pippin tucked against his chest with Merry tucked up behind Pippin. Merry nestled his face into Pippin's hair and dozed off; Pippin was near sleep as well when Faramir's hand slid up to stroke his hair as Faramir dropped a kiss to his forehead. "Thank you for saving me to joy, Pippin," Faramir whispered, and Pippin smiled. "My pleasure, Faramir," Pippin murmured, kissing his chest; laying his cheek over Faramir's heart, he fell asleep.
The fire had burned to embers, and Merry and Pippin had gone to bed, loved each other by candlelight, and gone to sleep. Pippin woke to moonlight and Merry's face buried in his hair; it took a moment for him to realize that what had woken him was the shaking of Merry's shoulders, that his hair was damp because Merry was silently weeping into it.
"Merry?" Pippin rolled over and kissed his brow. "A nightmare?" Merry nodded, and swallowed hard, and managed to stop weeping as Pippin kissed the remaining tears off his face. "Of Boromir?" Merry nodded again, and Pippin kissed his mouth as well.
"Do you remember what Gandalf said?" Pippin asked, stroking Merry's hair with one hand and his back with the other. "And Faramir said this to me, too; they said that we were good for Boromir. He loved us, Merry, he loved you, and Faramir loves us, not least for what we were to Boromir. Remember that?"
Merry nodded, closing his eyes, and Pippin kissed their closed lids; when Merry opened them again they were clear in the moonlight as he raised them to Pippin's face. "I remember, Pip. I remember. Thank you for reminding me."
Pippin knew his smile was stupid with relief, but he didn't care. "I love you, my forgetful Brandybuck."
"And I love you, my silly Took." Merry kissed Pippin for a long moment, holding him close, then settled his head on Pippin's shoulder; Pippin laid his hand on Merry's back, feeling him breathe, and thought of strong Boromir and of gentle Faramir, and closed his eyes again.