Title: …With Pippin On Top
Author: Daffodil Bolger
Pairing: M/P
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In which Carole does not write about Frodo.

 

A/N - Drouble and a half, written for Dana for her birthday.

 

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…WITH PIPPIN ON TOP

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Pippin pushed, crooked Merry’s leg over his elbow then… stopped. Lifted the corner of his mouth into a trace of a grin. Waited.

One… Two… Three… Four…

“Pippin!” A shift of hips, a frantic grasp at Pippin’s thigh and then, “What are you doing? Move!”

Pippin looked down, let his smile smoke and only peered steadily through the wisps of curls falling across his sweaty brow and into his eyes. Merry dug his fingers deep into Pippin’s leg and… was that a whimper? Pippin traced a fingertip feather-light over Merry’s kneecap.

“Beg.”

A disbelieving laugh and then Merry’s eyes caught Pippin’s, hung there. Those eyes narrowed now into indignation.

“Beg?”

A nod, a lift of an eyebrow. “Beg.”

And to prove his point, Pippin snapped his hips, hard and quick. Merry’s eyes shut tight and his head slammed into the pillow. He gasped, writhed… pounded his fist to the mattress… ground his teeth.

“Pip!”

“Beg.”

“Move, blast you, you grotty tosser! You bleeding tease!” A whine and Pippin almost – almost – laughed out loud. “Pillock!” This punctuated by a sharp breath when Pippin shifted… just… a little… bit. “Oh, I’ll get you good for this one, don’t think I won’t!” and Pippin surely hopes so. In fact, he is quite counting on it. “Bloody git, move! MOVE!”

A desperate twist from Merry, a low chuckle from Pippin then…

Silence.

Stillness.

Then more silence, another low whine and:

“Pretty please?”

Breathless and low.

Pippin grinned wide, took pity. And began to move.

 

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