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moit_ficsTitle: On the Other Hand
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Pairing: Pippin/Merry's hand
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Rating: R
Genre: Comedy, Smut
Warnings: Het, wanking
Summary: During the quest, Pippin has to make due wanking with the tools at . . . hand.
Word Count: 384
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mmom #4
The weather was still warm when the Fellowship set off from Rivendell. Pippin wasn’t entirely sure what he and Merry had gotten themselves in to, but he wasn’t about to let Frodo and Sam go alone with a bunch of Big Folk they just met. Strider had already proven his mettle, and Gandalf they knew, but Legolas, Gimli and Boromir were still curious to Pippin.
Pippin took care to settle himself between Merry and Frodo when they camped for the night, since the Hobbits were never asked to stand guard. Pippin was always the last to fall asleep. He knew this because he couldn’t fall asleep until he’d had a wank, and he couldn’t have a wank until he knew his cousins were asleep.
With Merry’s arm wrapped around him from behind, and Frodo pressed up against his front, he didn’t have much room. He wiggled a bit and . . . oh. Merry’s hand fell atop the bulge in Pippin’s trousers. They’d only ever done things like comparing sizes. But this . . . it was wrong, but Pippin felt the urge well up in his chest faster than he could stop it.
Biting his lip, Pippin reached down and unbuttoned the placket in his breeches. His cock slid out, engorged and ready. Pippin hadn’t reached adulthood yet, and as such, his urges were driving him crazy.
He threaded his fingers through Merry’s. Merry’s hand was warm and smooth, the fingers long and slim. Pippin wrapped their joined hands around his cock, barely containing his hiss of pleasure. Merry groaned in his sleep. He tensed and flexed his hand.
Pippin held his breath. For a moment, he worried that Merry had woken up, but the breathing behind him evened back out. Pippin released the air in his lungs slowly. He was nearly bursting with pleasure, and Merry’s hand on his cock felt so good.
He made short work of his erection. Nobody but himself had ever touched him so intimately. Just the thought could practically put him over the edge.
The next morning, Pippin woke to the sound of Merry’s voice. “. . . don’t know what I slept in, but when I woke up, my hand was sticky.”
Pippin ducked his head and hoped nobody noticed how red his ears were turning.
Author:
moitPairing: Pippin/Merry's hand
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Rating: R
Genre: Comedy, Smut
Warnings: Het, wanking
Summary: During the quest, Pippin has to make due wanking with the tools at . . . hand.
Word Count: 384
Challenge:
mmom #4The weather was still warm when the Fellowship set off from Rivendell. Pippin wasn’t entirely sure what he and Merry had gotten themselves in to, but he wasn’t about to let Frodo and Sam go alone with a bunch of Big Folk they just met. Strider had already proven his mettle, and Gandalf they knew, but Legolas, Gimli and Boromir were still curious to Pippin.
Pippin took care to settle himself between Merry and Frodo when they camped for the night, since the Hobbits were never asked to stand guard. Pippin was always the last to fall asleep. He knew this because he couldn’t fall asleep until he’d had a wank, and he couldn’t have a wank until he knew his cousins were asleep.
With Merry’s arm wrapped around him from behind, and Frodo pressed up against his front, he didn’t have much room. He wiggled a bit and . . . oh. Merry’s hand fell atop the bulge in Pippin’s trousers. They’d only ever done things like comparing sizes. But this . . . it was wrong, but Pippin felt the urge well up in his chest faster than he could stop it.
Biting his lip, Pippin reached down and unbuttoned the placket in his breeches. His cock slid out, engorged and ready. Pippin hadn’t reached adulthood yet, and as such, his urges were driving him crazy.
He threaded his fingers through Merry’s. Merry’s hand was warm and smooth, the fingers long and slim. Pippin wrapped their joined hands around his cock, barely containing his hiss of pleasure. Merry groaned in his sleep. He tensed and flexed his hand.
Pippin held his breath. For a moment, he worried that Merry had woken up, but the breathing behind him evened back out. Pippin released the air in his lungs slowly. He was nearly bursting with pleasure, and Merry’s hand on his cock felt so good.
He made short work of his erection. Nobody but himself had ever touched him so intimately. Just the thought could practically put him over the edge.
The next morning, Pippin woke to the sound of Merry’s voice. “. . . don’t know what I slept in, but when I woke up, my hand was sticky.”
Pippin ducked his head and hoped nobody noticed how red his ears were turning.
