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lizhanneTitle: The Sweetest Thing
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anne_elliot
Pairing: Merry/Pippin/Jam
Rating: Hard R. Does PWP ring a bell to you?
Warnings: excessive and gratuitous use of the word "wicked"; shameless excuse of a plot; schmoopy and fluffy hobbit romance. My one and only attempt at hobbit fic.
Author's notes: 1731 words. This was written for my beloved Beta Sam ♥ who says she loves this, and dedicated to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
_saturnidae too, because she loves jam!fic.
“Pip, stop! Sam’s going to kill us if he finds us out…”
“Well then, if he finds us out, I’ll just ask Frodo to plead for us…and
you know Sam can’t resist him…” Pippin giggled wickedly, going on searching for
what he was looking for in the cellar of Bag End, his voice coming muffled from
the insides of an enormous cupboard.
Finally, he emerged with a triumphant smile, his brown curls completely
covered in dust, holding a little glass jar in his hands like a prize... “Here
it is…the best rose jam in all the Shire…I knew Sam had made some…it’s a shame
there’s nothing more left for them to eat…because I’m not going to leave any of
this…” His smile gained new depths of wickedness, as he stepped away from the
cupboard, looking dotingly on Merry, who was leaning on the wall looking
alternatively embarrassed, worried about Sam’s reaction, and not a little
excited, too, when he looked at the gleam in Pippin’s eyes…
“This, me dear, is the sweetest thing in the world, and I just can’t
wait to make you taste it…”
“You’re wrong on one point, Pip…it’s you who are the sweetest thing in
the world, and I dare you to prove me wrong…” answered Merry, reaching out to
catch his young cousin by the waist, and planting a soft kiss on his unruly
brown curls.
***
About ten minutes later, Merry was thinking that he had been wise not to
wager any money on his bet about the sweetness of things, because that rose jam
was really delicious (he made a mental note to praise Sam for it, hoping it
would distract him from the fact that they had finished it for good), and
eating it from the tip of Pippin’s fingers only added to its being
marvellous…not to mention, that way of tasting it was starting to put some
mightily nasty ideas in his mind…
Leaning comfortably on the cushions of his bed, he lifted his hand to
scoop up some jam from the jar with his right forefinger, and used it to
lightly trace the contours of Pippin’s lips; Pip seemed to like it, and smiled,
capturing the finger between his lips; he then proceeded to lick it thoroughly,
sending a delicious thrill down Merry’s spine…
“Look, you naughty messy hobbit, your mouth is all smeared with
jam…here, let me clean you up…”
And he started kissing Pippin, with a long, wet kiss that erased every
trace of jam from the other hobbit’s lips, and lasted quite a bit after that,
too…
***
A couple more kisses later, after Pippin had eagerly copied Merry’s
stunt with his lips, the little one decided that Merry’s chest looked like a
vastly tasty place to eat that jam from, and proceeded, with careful
concentration and a playful smile on his lips, to unbutton his shirt, leaving a
trail of light kisses on Merry’s chest as he did that; he quickly disposed of
the shirt, and then slowly, enjoying the feeling under his fingertips, started
to rub some jam on Merry’s nipples…”Oooh, that’s good….” was all that Merry
could manage to gasp, struggling for his breath….but the sensation was nothing
compared to the heat wave that stormed through his body as Pip leaned down to
lick the jam from his two sensitive spots, fondling them with his tongue and
slightly biting them…
“You’re way better than scones, as a base to put jam on…” commented
Pippin, as he repeated the operation, obtaining more sighs from Merry, whose
arousal was now becoming evident under his breeches, and who had started to
wriggle under Pippin, seated on top of him.
With a sudden movement, Merry grabbed Pippin by the waist, and though
careful not to spill the jam, he turned him on his back, and joined their
bodies, so that Pip could clearly feel his arousal pushing against him; Pippin
arched his back, eager to get even closer to his beloved, and Merry started
moving against him, lost for a moment in the wonderful sensation that the
undulating rhythm sent through his body…
“I want to feel your skin against mine..” he said breathlessly,
murmuring into Pippin’s ear…the soft breath sent Pippin shivering with delight,
and he eagerly helped Merry as he started freeing him from his shirt too, and
then, without even Merry prompting it, he proceeded to take off his breeches.
“And I want to feel you, all of you, against me…” Pippin declared, and before
Merry could reply, he attacked his breeches,
and started to slid them down to Merry’s ankles, where he kicked them
out of the way.
Returning his attention to the jam, Merry poured some on Pippin’s chest,
enjoying every second of licking it away from his smooth, creamy skin, and
basking in the wonderful little moans of pleasure that the evolutions of his
tongue produced from Pippin’s throat…
“That’s not fair, it was me who started this game, and you shouldn’t
distract me like this when I have a task to accomplish…”
“A task? And what is it, pray?” answered Merry, in a mocking serious
voice, rising an eyebrow with playful concern.
“Well, to finish this jam off eating it from you, what else? And to make
you admit that this is the sweetest thing in the world…it doesn’t really matter
if you eat it or not…you’ll see what I mean…”
“All right then, go ahead and prove me wrong…” Merry giggled with delight,
knowing the wonderful results that would often come out of one of Pippin’s
little whims…he shivered with anticipation, remembering a couple of previous
occasions when…
“Looks like someone’s been thinking about me, hm?” Pip commented,
looking at the alteration that those thoughts caused in Merry’s groin.
Merry smiled lustfully, and pulled Pip closer for a deep kiss… “And who
said I was thinking about you?”
Pippin kicked him lightly on the chest with his little fists, protesting
loudly: “You wicked, wicked hobbit…don’t tease me, or I will have to torture
you….”
“You’re welcome to torture me any way you want, dearest…just do it
quick, or I think I’ll start to ravage you…and you said something about a
certain task you wanted to accomplish…”
“Aye, you’re right…”
With a wicked and lascivious look in his eyes, Pippin extricated himself
from Merry’s embrace, and scooping up a handful of jam, he started pouring it
on top of Merry’s arousal, enjoying the obvious delight that showed from his
beloved’s face at that sensation…
The jam was dense and sticky, and soon Pippin’s hand was sticky
too…putting on a show for Merry’s sake, he started to lick it clean, paying
particular attention to his fingers, which he licked slowly, and he delighted
to see that Merry’s eyes had started to gleam with a drowsy, lusty light, under
half-closed lids, while he bit his lips to refrain from crying out loud…
At last, Pippin leaned down, and started to lick Merry clean, with long,
sensual strokes of his tongue, which elicited some delightfully excited and
strangled moans from the other hobbit…
“Dear Elbereth, Pip, you’re going to drive me crazy….” gasped Merry,
after a couple of minutes of that treatment, when he realized that Pippin
didn’t seem to be in a hurry to move on to other things besides exploring its
sides, already clean from any trace of jam, with his tongue…
“Ah, I was waiting for that…” replied Pip with a nasty smile “…love to
hear you beg me…”
He moved up to kiss Merry deep, and Merry could taste the delicious
blend that was now in his mouth, a bit of Pippin mixed with the wonderful taste
of rose petals, and a hint of saltiness from himself, too…
“So, are you starting to get my meaning? Don’t you think this”
and here he interrupted himself to give Merry another deep taste of his
mouth “ is the sweetest thing in the world?”
Merry wasn’t sure his brain was able to elaborate such complex thoughts
anymore, but right now his need for Pip to end what he had started was so bad
that he would have agreed to almost anything…
Not to mention, he had the vague notion that Pip might be right…this was
absolutely one of the sweetest thing they had done together, or that Pip had
ever done for him…or to him or...oooh.
The little part of his brain that wasn’t overcome with lust decided that
Pippin was absolutely right, and he opened his mouth to tell him so, but
“Oooooh…..me….dear…..that’s……mmmmmmh…” was all he could manage, as Pippin has
decided to end his suffering and had taken it fully into his mouth, sucking the
last remnants of the jam from him.
The sensation was almost overwhelming, and after all that teasing Merry
wasn’t sure that he could last long…he grabbed Pippin’s hair gently, using his
right hand to rock is hand in time with his own hips, matching the rhythm of
Pippin’s strokes on him….
He was right…as marvellous as it was, it didn’t last long…
“Pip…dear…I…think…I’m…going…to…”…and everything around him exploded in a whirl
of light and heat, leaving him barely the ability to notice the look of triumph
in his cousin’s eyes, that looked up to him from under a fringe of unruly brown
curls, lips still locked to himself…
***
Minutes later, with Pippin safely tucked under his arm, Merry was almost
starting to drift gently into sleep, when he remembered something he had meant
to tell Pip before…well, before his mind had stopped working properly, he
reckoned with a smile…
“Me dear?...”
“Yes, Merry?” answered Pip, with a contented smile on his lips, looking
up to him with eyes full of love and a hint of mischief.
“You know…you were right…that was the
sweetest thing in the whole world..”
“Ah, I told you I’d…”
“But only because it was done by you, because nothing is sweeter than
you…so if you put the jam and you together, you could doubtlessly say that that
was the sweetest thing in the world…”
Pippin looked puzzled for a minute, then smiled…he didn’t really care
what Merry meant, as long as he told him he was right…and as long as he was
happy…
He smiled, left a quick, sweet kiss on Merry’s cheek and curled up again
under his arm, whispering “See? I told you I’d won…”
“Aye, I guess you did…”
Author:
anne_elliotPairing: Merry/Pippin/Jam
Rating: Hard R. Does PWP ring a bell to you?
Warnings: excessive and gratuitous use of the word "wicked"; shameless excuse of a plot; schmoopy and fluffy hobbit romance. My one and only attempt at hobbit fic.
Author's notes: 1731 words. This was written for my beloved Beta Sam ♥ who says she loves this, and dedicated to
_saturnidae too, because she loves jam!fic.“Pip, stop! Sam’s going to kill us if he finds us out…”
“Well then, if he finds us out, I’ll just ask Frodo to plead for us…and
you know Sam can’t resist him…” Pippin giggled wickedly, going on searching for
what he was looking for in the cellar of Bag End, his voice coming muffled from
the insides of an enormous cupboard.
Finally, he emerged with a triumphant smile, his brown curls completely
covered in dust, holding a little glass jar in his hands like a prize... “Here
it is…the best rose jam in all the Shire…I knew Sam had made some…it’s a shame
there’s nothing more left for them to eat…because I’m not going to leave any of
this…” His smile gained new depths of wickedness, as he stepped away from the
cupboard, looking dotingly on Merry, who was leaning on the wall looking
alternatively embarrassed, worried about Sam’s reaction, and not a little
excited, too, when he looked at the gleam in Pippin’s eyes…
“This, me dear, is the sweetest thing in the world, and I just can’t
wait to make you taste it…”
“You’re wrong on one point, Pip…it’s you who are the sweetest thing in
the world, and I dare you to prove me wrong…” answered Merry, reaching out to
catch his young cousin by the waist, and planting a soft kiss on his unruly
brown curls.
***
About ten minutes later, Merry was thinking that he had been wise not to
wager any money on his bet about the sweetness of things, because that rose jam
was really delicious (he made a mental note to praise Sam for it, hoping it
would distract him from the fact that they had finished it for good), and
eating it from the tip of Pippin’s fingers only added to its being
marvellous…not to mention, that way of tasting it was starting to put some
mightily nasty ideas in his mind…
Leaning comfortably on the cushions of his bed, he lifted his hand to
scoop up some jam from the jar with his right forefinger, and used it to
lightly trace the contours of Pippin’s lips; Pip seemed to like it, and smiled,
capturing the finger between his lips; he then proceeded to lick it thoroughly,
sending a delicious thrill down Merry’s spine…
“Look, you naughty messy hobbit, your mouth is all smeared with
jam…here, let me clean you up…”
And he started kissing Pippin, with a long, wet kiss that erased every
trace of jam from the other hobbit’s lips, and lasted quite a bit after that,
too…
***
A couple more kisses later, after Pippin had eagerly copied Merry’s
stunt with his lips, the little one decided that Merry’s chest looked like a
vastly tasty place to eat that jam from, and proceeded, with careful
concentration and a playful smile on his lips, to unbutton his shirt, leaving a
trail of light kisses on Merry’s chest as he did that; he quickly disposed of
the shirt, and then slowly, enjoying the feeling under his fingertips, started
to rub some jam on Merry’s nipples…”Oooh, that’s good….” was all that Merry
could manage to gasp, struggling for his breath….but the sensation was nothing
compared to the heat wave that stormed through his body as Pip leaned down to
lick the jam from his two sensitive spots, fondling them with his tongue and
slightly biting them…
“You’re way better than scones, as a base to put jam on…” commented
Pippin, as he repeated the operation, obtaining more sighs from Merry, whose
arousal was now becoming evident under his breeches, and who had started to
wriggle under Pippin, seated on top of him.
With a sudden movement, Merry grabbed Pippin by the waist, and though
careful not to spill the jam, he turned him on his back, and joined their
bodies, so that Pip could clearly feel his arousal pushing against him; Pippin
arched his back, eager to get even closer to his beloved, and Merry started
moving against him, lost for a moment in the wonderful sensation that the
undulating rhythm sent through his body…
“I want to feel your skin against mine..” he said breathlessly,
murmuring into Pippin’s ear…the soft breath sent Pippin shivering with delight,
and he eagerly helped Merry as he started freeing him from his shirt too, and
then, without even Merry prompting it, he proceeded to take off his breeches.
“And I want to feel you, all of you, against me…” Pippin declared, and before
Merry could reply, he attacked his breeches,
and started to slid them down to Merry’s ankles, where he kicked them
out of the way.
Returning his attention to the jam, Merry poured some on Pippin’s chest,
enjoying every second of licking it away from his smooth, creamy skin, and
basking in the wonderful little moans of pleasure that the evolutions of his
tongue produced from Pippin’s throat…
“That’s not fair, it was me who started this game, and you shouldn’t
distract me like this when I have a task to accomplish…”
“A task? And what is it, pray?” answered Merry, in a mocking serious
voice, rising an eyebrow with playful concern.
“Well, to finish this jam off eating it from you, what else? And to make
you admit that this is the sweetest thing in the world…it doesn’t really matter
if you eat it or not…you’ll see what I mean…”
“All right then, go ahead and prove me wrong…” Merry giggled with delight,
knowing the wonderful results that would often come out of one of Pippin’s
little whims…he shivered with anticipation, remembering a couple of previous
occasions when…
“Looks like someone’s been thinking about me, hm?” Pip commented,
looking at the alteration that those thoughts caused in Merry’s groin.
Merry smiled lustfully, and pulled Pip closer for a deep kiss… “And who
said I was thinking about you?”
Pippin kicked him lightly on the chest with his little fists, protesting
loudly: “You wicked, wicked hobbit…don’t tease me, or I will have to torture
you….”
“You’re welcome to torture me any way you want, dearest…just do it
quick, or I think I’ll start to ravage you…and you said something about a
certain task you wanted to accomplish…”
“Aye, you’re right…”
With a wicked and lascivious look in his eyes, Pippin extricated himself
from Merry’s embrace, and scooping up a handful of jam, he started pouring it
on top of Merry’s arousal, enjoying the obvious delight that showed from his
beloved’s face at that sensation…
The jam was dense and sticky, and soon Pippin’s hand was sticky
too…putting on a show for Merry’s sake, he started to lick it clean, paying
particular attention to his fingers, which he licked slowly, and he delighted
to see that Merry’s eyes had started to gleam with a drowsy, lusty light, under
half-closed lids, while he bit his lips to refrain from crying out loud…
At last, Pippin leaned down, and started to lick Merry clean, with long,
sensual strokes of his tongue, which elicited some delightfully excited and
strangled moans from the other hobbit…
“Dear Elbereth, Pip, you’re going to drive me crazy….” gasped Merry,
after a couple of minutes of that treatment, when he realized that Pippin
didn’t seem to be in a hurry to move on to other things besides exploring its
sides, already clean from any trace of jam, with his tongue…
“Ah, I was waiting for that…” replied Pip with a nasty smile “…love to
hear you beg me…”
He moved up to kiss Merry deep, and Merry could taste the delicious
blend that was now in his mouth, a bit of Pippin mixed with the wonderful taste
of rose petals, and a hint of saltiness from himself, too…
“So, are you starting to get my meaning? Don’t you think this”
and here he interrupted himself to give Merry another deep taste of his
mouth “ is the sweetest thing in the world?”
Merry wasn’t sure his brain was able to elaborate such complex thoughts
anymore, but right now his need for Pip to end what he had started was so bad
that he would have agreed to almost anything…
Not to mention, he had the vague notion that Pip might be right…this was
absolutely one of the sweetest thing they had done together, or that Pip had
ever done for him…or to him or...oooh.
The little part of his brain that wasn’t overcome with lust decided that
Pippin was absolutely right, and he opened his mouth to tell him so, but
“Oooooh…..me….dear…..that’s……mmmmmmh…” was all he could manage, as Pippin has
decided to end his suffering and had taken it fully into his mouth, sucking the
last remnants of the jam from him.
The sensation was almost overwhelming, and after all that teasing Merry
wasn’t sure that he could last long…he grabbed Pippin’s hair gently, using his
right hand to rock is hand in time with his own hips, matching the rhythm of
Pippin’s strokes on him….
He was right…as marvellous as it was, it didn’t last long…
“Pip…dear…I…think…I’m…going…to…”…and everything around him exploded in a whirl
of light and heat, leaving him barely the ability to notice the look of triumph
in his cousin’s eyes, that looked up to him from under a fringe of unruly brown
curls, lips still locked to himself…
***
Minutes later, with Pippin safely tucked under his arm, Merry was almost
starting to drift gently into sleep, when he remembered something he had meant
to tell Pip before…well, before his mind had stopped working properly, he
reckoned with a smile…
“Me dear?...”
“Yes, Merry?” answered Pip, with a contented smile on his lips, looking
up to him with eyes full of love and a hint of mischief.
“You know…you were right…that was the
sweetest thing in the whole world..”
“Ah, I told you I’d…”
“But only because it was done by you, because nothing is sweeter than
you…so if you put the jam and you together, you could doubtlessly say that that
was the sweetest thing in the world…”
Pippin looked puzzled for a minute, then smiled…he didn’t really care
what Merry meant, as long as he told him he was right…and as long as he was
happy…
He smiled, left a quick, sweet kiss on Merry’s cheek and curled up again
under his arm, whispering “See? I told you I’d won…”
“Aye, I guess you did…”