 "Merry, are you awake?" Pippin whispered. "No," came the grumbled reply. "I’m cold. I can’t sleep when I’m cold. And I keep thinking about Gandalf. I can’t sleep when I’m unhappy either." "I can’t sleep when people talk to me." Merry sounded annoyed but wriggled closer to Pippin all the same. "If you roll over and face the fire, I’ll curl up behind you. Would that help?" "Thanks." Pippin said, shivering slightly as Merry’s arm slid over his side to rest against his stomach. Pippin shrugged the blankets so that they were both covered properly and snuggled back into Merry’s chest. "Go to sleep." Merry whispered. Pippin was warm and drowsy. He wasn’t sure how long he dozed in Merry’s arms, but gradually he became aware that Merry was still awake. Pippin was about to ask what was wrong when he realised that Merry had a very hard cock pressed up against his bum. Pippin’s heart started pounding and he shuffled back just to see what the reaction would be. The hand on Pippin’s stomach twitched downwards and suddenly Pippin was achingly hard too. Pippin pressed back again, this time wriggling a little. Merry hissed and tugged open Pippin’s breeches. "Merry, what are you doing?" "Trying to get to sleep." "By... uh… doing that?" Merry had Pippin’s breeches pulled down and Pippin shivered in nervous excitement as he realised that there was nothing between his cheeks and Merry’s cock. "Well, you get sleepy after you… you know, play with yourself, don’t you?" "I’m not playing with myself." Merry rubbed his cock against the crack of Pippin’s bum and moaned quietly into Pippin’s hair. "No, but this is much better. Trust me." Pippin opened his mouth to argue, but Merry wrapped his hand around his cock and all that came out was. "Uuunnnng!" "Shhhh, you’ll wake everyone up." Merry whispered and Pippin bit down on his lip. Slowly Merry stroked Pippin as he moved his hips; his pace increasing as Pippin started to push himself harder into Merry’s hand. Merry’s cock was being massaged delightfully by Pippin’s warm plump cheeks and Merry’s own precome. Merry took a tighter grip on Pippin’s cock and things got very hard and fast. Merry buried his face and moaned into the back of Pippin’s neck as Pippin choked off a howl with the sleeve of his jerkin. Merry’s hand was slick with Pippin’s come and the feeling of Pippin shaking with release lit Merry’s senses to overload. Pippin was dizzy. He was also shocked, satisfied, sleepy, sweaty and… sticky. "Oh yuck." Pippin said. "What?" Merry pulled back. "Yuck?" "How come I’m the one covered in it?" Merry snickered and handed Pippin a handkerchief. "Worth it though, wasn’t it?" Pippin yawned and wiped himself off as Merry pulled their breeches up. "Yeah, I suppose sooo… zzzzzzzz…" ~ "Resilient little creatures, aren’t they?" Aragorn said, eyeing Pippin and Merry as they hiked onwards singing cheerily. "Bloody annoying if you ask me," grumbled Boromir, "no one should be that perky first thing in the morning." The End
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