Hide and Seek

Hide and seek.


This story found it’s existence in my imagination, hobbits or any of Tolkien’s work does not belong to me. The sentence « in haunted attics » is from a radiohead song.

Entwife is my lovely beta-Thanks !

« Eleventy-one, eleventy-two, eleventy-three… »

The Brandybuck lass that’s counting is doing it very slow, probably trying to listen where everybody goes. They all have hiding places already. Which doesn’t mean we’re not going to win. We always win.

Merry’s pulling me forward, faster and faster. It’s his home here, so he does knows the best hiding places.

« Crawl on the ladder! Come on! She’s coming! Hurry up! »

I climb as fast as I can while I feel Merry hurrying behind me.

Finally we’ve reached the highest level.

Not many hobbits like or dare to come here, it’s way to high.

The floor is dusty, and the spiderwebs get caught in my hair immediately. Rays of sunlight shine through the holes in the roof, lighting little spots on the floor.

We climb past the heaps of hay that are lying here, forgotten, for years.

When we have crossed the attic, leaving our footprints in the dust, Merry finally stops, little drops of sweat shining on his forehead and his upper lip. He shoves the heaps around a bit, until they form a bed-like plateau, and lets himself fall on it with a sigh.

« Now here those dem children won’t find us so fast », he grins.

« Meriadoc Brandybuck, you are the only hobbit I know who still likes to beat the little ones in hide and seek at 24 years old ! », I say, doing a fair impression of my father, the took.

« Och come on Pip, you are the one who rubs it under their noses time and time again. »

He laughs good natured.

« Let’s have a bit of a nap, shall we ? I reckon it’ll take that lass till supper to find us all. »

« I’m not tired. »

« Well, I am. »

« Oo come on Merry ! We could tell stories. Or play a game ? Merry ? Merry ? »

He’s not moving.

I know this game. And I know he’s the champion in it too. But today I feel like winning.

« Ooo Merry… sweet Merry… », I sing, my voice as high as a lasses.

« I am not listening… », he mumbles.

« Ooo yes you are. You will listen. »

« Look at those nice furry feet, I wonder what Merry would say if I were to tickle them? »

I trace my finger as lightly as possible over his ankle, and then to the sole of his feet.

No reaction. He is playing it tough. But so can I.

I move on to tickle his legs, slowly slowly, his defense is starting to crumble, his sides, is he twitching ? His belly, I dip my finger in and out his belly button, slowly stroking around it, his arms, I tickle under his armpits…

He doesn’t move an inch, although I can see by his face he is struggling.

« Merry ooo Merry? »

I place myself over him, with one hand holding his arms down, and the other tickling all over his face, he looks like he is about to sneeze, and his chest, half-revealed by opened buttons.

I pull a little hair between my fingers.

« What is this Merry ? Are we growing up ? »

He is laughing, I am sure he is. Now I just have to convince him to move somehow…

« Why Merry, I suppose you leave me no other choice. I must do my duty, and try to wake you up, in any way possible. »

I lean closer, make sure he can feel my breath tickling on his face.

« I will have to kiss you… », I whisper, my throat strangely tight.

I move closer, and my lips touch his.

I feel it tickle, like electricity, for a single moment, and then he howls something, pulls his arms loose, turns me around so he sits on top of me, and starts tickling me merciless.

Strangely he seems out of breath, while he pokes and tickles me quite hard under my arms, and in my sides, until I beg for mercy.

Laughing himself he finally rolls off me and lays on his back.

« You are getting way to good at that game, master Pippin. Pretty soon I would be afraid to take a nap around here. »

« O Merry, like you would ever be afraid of me. »

« Of you? Pip, every responsible and sane person is afraid of you. » He giggles.

« I didn’t believe you were going to kiss me though. »He ads, while closing his eyes again.

« I would kiss you again in no time, Merry, so don’t you even think about sleeping again. »

He smiles. « Surely that was as horrid for you to do as it was for me to accept. You proved you could wake me up again, so enjoy your victory now, Pip, and get a little sleep. »

I was about to start nagging again, and probably Merry expected me to, when a better idea occurred to me.

I waited a few minutes, barely able to lie still, and then I got up, using all the stealth I have mastered in years of playing tricks on people, and bow over his face.

I lower my head, very slowly, careful not to make any sound or to let my breath betray me.

And then I place my mouth on his, more forceful this time, enjoying the feeling of those warm lips…

The next thing I know I was lying on my back, with a very heavy, grinning Merry on top of me. « Now that you are getting back, Peregrin Took! », he yells, before he kisses me hard on my half opened mouth, his tongue moving, stroking, warm and hard.

« Now do you see what you have done to me? » He says when it is over, his voice trembling, me still lying under him.

I look up into his glowing eyes, his lips moist and pink, and cheeks blushing even harder than before.

« Oo yes and I want to do it again! », I say, pulling him close again.

He only struggles a little.

I move my tongue quick and playful, in and out Merry’s mouth, sucking on his lips and tongue, until it makes him moan.

When we stop after a particularly enjoyable kiss, I look back to see what my effect on Merry is. Somehow I have gotten on top again, my legs twisted around Merry‘s thighs. His eyes look glossy, his breath is going very fast and he’s sweating all over again.

« Now we should play hide and seek more often. »

« Pippin, you do know that you are kissing me… »

I know he has a tendency to worry to much, so I don’t let him finish.

In that kiss I vaguely notice that Merry is moving his thighs. And that he is very hard.

So I pull back again and, realizing that this is the first time I am blushing today, ask: « Merry, you know those things lads sometimes do when they are alone in their room… do you think we could do it together ? » « You are very hard. », I state, matter of factly, while placing my hand there.

Merry involuntarily moans and bucks his hips.

« I can do it for you… »

He nods. « Yes. »

So I move my hand over the edge of his trousers and let it trail inside. Fascinated by the feeling of how big he is, and so hard and soft at once, I want to see him, so I use my other hand to slide the trousers over his hips, revealing in the vague attic light just how aroused he is.

I couldn't help myself from making a soft noise when I looked at it. It looked so beautiful. I started tracing soft patterns on it.

Merry looked quite shocked, so I went back to kissing him while stroking with the other hand. Suddenly he cried out in our kiss and I could feel a warm fluid falling over my fingers.

« Merry, I'm close too… », I say, barely recognizing my own voice.

« Could you look at me ? »

I pull down my own pants and start stroking myself, my hand still wet from Merry.

« I always dreamed that you would look at me Merry, like this, when I'm doing… this… and… aaaah ! »

I cry and come too, still holding Merry’s hand.

He lowers us both down in the hay and let me snuggle closely under his arm.

« Pip? »

« Pippin? »

« I’m not listening. »

« Ooo yes you are! »



Based on the poem :

True love

Sleeps

In haunted attics

Waiting


Playing

hide and seek

like we did

there

that day

when you

grinned

kissed

and I

kissed

back

we

tasted

like marmalade

remember ?

by Indy Baggins