Windows and Birthdays
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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,090
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Windows and Birthdays
Title: Windows and Birthdays
Author: Anu (anubeta@lycos.com)
Pairing: Sam/Pippin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's Sam's birthday.
Warning: My second slash fic. PWP's don't take much skill, so it didn't really need a good brush-up.
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Sam had just gone to bed after a long night of partying with Mr. Frodo and the other shire lads, celebrating another of his birthdays. He was tired, but couldnt sleep.
He rolled onto his back and tucked his hands up behind his head, and stretching, wiggled his toes. A furry head appeared at his open window, next to the bed. "Hey Sam!" was whispered, and Pippin bounded through the open winodw and fell onto him and the bed. He recovered himself, sitting up, and grinned. "Ello." He pushed his hair back off his face.
"Why, hello Pippin." Sam replied, wondering why he wasn't in bed yet. "Happy Birthday Sam." Pippin whispered nonchalantly, and leaning forward, gave him a hearty kiss. When he pulled away, Sam blinked at him. "What's all this?" He asked.
"Why your birthday present Sam." Pippin was kneeling between his legs now, and pulling the covers down. Before Sam could say or do anything, Pippin had whisked the blankets down and his nightshirt up around his waist. But he didn't feel cold, on the contrary, he felt extraordinarily warm. Surprised, he looked down to see Pippin stroking his cock. It felt so nice, he was getting harder every minute. He didnt want Pippin to stop.
Pippin looked up at him, bright eyes peeping out of his mass of unruly curls. Sam gave a slight nod and felt his cock harden more. Pippin bent down, and Sam felt an excruiciatingly hot, weunguungue meet his shaft. It tempted of more and he groaned, clenching his buttocks to rise toward Pippin's face. "Ahh" he sighed and Pippin stopped to look at him a moment.
Pippin then pulled off his own breeches, exposing another version of Sam's own hardness. He grinned coyly at Sam, then scooted around so he could be on all fours over Sam. Then he took Sam's cock in his mouth, licking and sucking, enjoying the drops of precum. Involuntarily his own reacted, and Sam grabbed his hips and pulled them closer. Having not done this before, he stared at it a moment, getting hornier by the minute from the sight. Taking a deep shuddering breath, he licked the head, and encouraged by the reaction down on his other end, took in the whole thing.
He couldn't get it nearly as deep as Pippin was getting his, and so stroked the rest that he couldnt fit. Now it was like a chain reaction, everything he tried on Pippin he did back, everything he felt Pippin do he tried on Pippin, until he was close to release and worked Pippin's cock as he'd like his own done. The result was magcentcent, and Sam got his first taste of hot salty cum. Pippin managed to crawl off him and lay beside him, one arm around Sam's belly.
A soft sigh came from the bushes under the window, followed by the crackling of leaves as someone sat down, panting. When Sam could move, he half-lay on Pippin to take a look outside. Merry was sprawled beneath windwindow in a rather indecent repose. Pippin sat up and Sam moved off him to let him get up. Merry stood up, his bright eyes peering over the windowsill. Pippin knelt on the bed and reached for his breeches, to put them back on. Merry lovingly reached in and laid a hand on Pippin's warm bare rump. "Happy birthday Sam." He whispered softly, smiling. Sam laid back on his pillows, sleepy. "I'd wondered how he got in here." He mumbled to Merry.
"He said that if I'd lift him in here to give you a birthday present, then I could watch." Merry hefted the now-dressed Pippin to the ground outside the window with him. "Maybe we'll all three frolic sometime." Merry added. Sam closed his eyes and fell asleep. Merry and Pippin climbed out the bushes and headed for home.
Author: Anu (anubeta@lycos.com)
Pairing: Sam/Pippin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's Sam's birthday.
Warning: My second slash fic. PWP's don't take much skill, so it didn't really need a good brush-up.
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Sam had just gone to bed after a long night of partying with Mr. Frodo and the other shire lads, celebrating another of his birthdays. He was tired, but couldnt sleep.
He rolled onto his back and tucked his hands up behind his head, and stretching, wiggled his toes. A furry head appeared at his open window, next to the bed. "Hey Sam!" was whispered, and Pippin bounded through the open winodw and fell onto him and the bed. He recovered himself, sitting up, and grinned. "Ello." He pushed his hair back off his face.
"Why, hello Pippin." Sam replied, wondering why he wasn't in bed yet. "Happy Birthday Sam." Pippin whispered nonchalantly, and leaning forward, gave him a hearty kiss. When he pulled away, Sam blinked at him. "What's all this?" He asked.
"Why your birthday present Sam." Pippin was kneeling between his legs now, and pulling the covers down. Before Sam could say or do anything, Pippin had whisked the blankets down and his nightshirt up around his waist. But he didn't feel cold, on the contrary, he felt extraordinarily warm. Surprised, he looked down to see Pippin stroking his cock. It felt so nice, he was getting harder every minute. He didnt want Pippin to stop.
Pippin looked up at him, bright eyes peeping out of his mass of unruly curls. Sam gave a slight nod and felt his cock harden more. Pippin bent down, and Sam felt an excruiciatingly hot, weunguungue meet his shaft. It tempted of more and he groaned, clenching his buttocks to rise toward Pippin's face. "Ahh" he sighed and Pippin stopped to look at him a moment.
Pippin then pulled off his own breeches, exposing another version of Sam's own hardness. He grinned coyly at Sam, then scooted around so he could be on all fours over Sam. Then he took Sam's cock in his mouth, licking and sucking, enjoying the drops of precum. Involuntarily his own reacted, and Sam grabbed his hips and pulled them closer. Having not done this before, he stared at it a moment, getting hornier by the minute from the sight. Taking a deep shuddering breath, he licked the head, and encouraged by the reaction down on his other end, took in the whole thing.
He couldn't get it nearly as deep as Pippin was getting his, and so stroked the rest that he couldnt fit. Now it was like a chain reaction, everything he tried on Pippin he did back, everything he felt Pippin do he tried on Pippin, until he was close to release and worked Pippin's cock as he'd like his own done. The result was magcentcent, and Sam got his first taste of hot salty cum. Pippin managed to crawl off him and lay beside him, one arm around Sam's belly.
A soft sigh came from the bushes under the window, followed by the crackling of leaves as someone sat down, panting. When Sam could move, he half-lay on Pippin to take a look outside. Merry was sprawled beneath windwindow in a rather indecent repose. Pippin sat up and Sam moved off him to let him get up. Merry stood up, his bright eyes peering over the windowsill. Pippin knelt on the bed and reached for his breeches, to put them back on. Merry lovingly reached in and laid a hand on Pippin's warm bare rump. "Happy birthday Sam." He whispered softly, smiling. Sam laid back on his pillows, sleepy. "I'd wondered how he got in here." He mumbled to Merry.
"He said that if I'd lift him in here to give you a birthday present, then I could watch." Merry hefted the now-dressed Pippin to the ground outside the window with him. "Maybe we'll all three frolic sometime." Merry added. Sam closed his eyes and fell asleep. Merry and Pippin climbed out the bushes and headed for home.