For Mariposa - Frodo/Pippin PG-13

[b-briarwood.livejournal.com]

A/N: Movie-verse to bring the hobbits closer in age.


Frodo felt the winter of 1402 would be memorable for two reasons; his coming of age and inheriting Bag End. Now he had another reason to remember it. The snowfall was unlike any other in memory. He almost thought of cancelling his trip to Tookland, but next year that would mean two years in a row spending Yule-time at Buckland instead of alternating years, and Frodo did not want to be party to the row that would ensue between his cousins. He also didn’t want to spend Yule at home alone. Sure, Sam was there at Bag End, but it wasn’t the same. Sam wasn’t family.

However, by the time Frodo made it to his room that night at the Great Smials he was wishing he had stayed at home. He hadn’t counted on his new status as Oh-So-Eligible- Bachelor and Master of Bag End. From the moment he set foot in the door he was given no peace. Aunts and cousins, all with comely and eligible sisters, daughters, and nieces, accosted him at nearly every step, eager to extol the virtues and talents of each lovely lass.

Frodo was finally able to retreat to his room, his civility nearly at an end, by claiming fatigue from the trip. He let out a huge sigh of relief as he closed the door and collapsed against it. He changed into his nightshirt, grateful at least for not being caught out in the blizzard, and extinguished the candles. Frodo pulled the quilt off his bed and wrapped it around him, then took a seat near the window, watching the snowfall and planning for his escape.

~~*~~

Frodo rose early the next day, delighted to see the blizzard had blown itself out overnight, and was now a lazy, luxurious snowfall. His plan just might work after all.

He dressed quickly, knowing time was of the essence to avoid the womenfolk. Bundled in his outwear, hoping the hat and muffler were enough to disguise him, he hurriedly made his way to the kitchen and stopped short when Cook turned to greet him.

“Don’t you worry none Mr. Frodo. I heard all about the hooha yesterday an’ thought you might be wantin’ ta get away today.”

“Thank you, Miss Petunia.” Frodo took the basket, giving her a kiss on the cheek in return and dashed out the side door just as several female voices were heard heading toward the kitchen.

Once he made it to the tree line he slowed to a leisurely pace. The fat, fluffy, snowflakes began falling heavier as he ambled about the orchards and into the woods, unaware of the eyes following his every movement.

Frodo stepped into a clearing and looked in awe at the beauty that surrounded him. He stood in the middle of the field, thrust his arms out and spun in a slow circle, marveling at the stillness of it all, the almost eerie quiet as the snow seemed to swallow all sound. He had just stuck his tongue out to catch a few flakes when a sudden splat of cold hit him in the face. Dropping the basket, he stood there coughing and trying to catch his breath when the unmistakable sound of a Tookish voice giggling gave away the culprit.

“Why- you- incorrigible Took!”

Frodo chased Pippin down and tackled him, intent on returning the favor, but hadn’t counted on how much his cousin had grown lately. Pippin flipped himself over and pinned Frodo beneath him as he prepared to push a handful of snow into his cousin’s face.

Pippin suddenly stopped, transfixed by the beauty that was Frodo; the pale skin, pink cheeks flushed from the cold, melting snowflakes glistening in his hair like jewels. He leaned in and kissed him lightly, then pulled back, not sure if he would be rebuffed. Frodo lifted his chin, lips parting, inviting more. Pippin kissed him again, then tentatively touched his tongue to Frodo’s lips, asking entrance to explore his cousin’s mouth.

Frodo grinned and reached to capture Pippin’s mouth with his own, nipping at his lip. Their tongues met as the kiss grew deeper, sliding slick and hot, twining about and tasting each other.

While Pippin was enjoying his cousin’s mouth, growing bolder with every swipe of his tongue, Frodo became aware of the cold wetness seeping through the back of his clothes.

"Mph... Pip... wait," he said as he squirmed, trying to get the other's attention.

"My, cousin, you do writhe so nicely."

"Pip,” he said as he pulled away, “while certain parts of me are quite warm, there are others that are very cold and wet. I'm going to catch cold if I don't get out of these clothes."

"Frodo, dear, there's nothing I want to do more than get you out of those clothes! " Pippin ground his hips down on top of Frodo to prove his point.

"Ungh," he groaned, "but we can't continue this back at the smial. The aunts will be all over me the moment we walk in, especially if they think I'm going to get sick and need ‘nursing'."

"Wait! I know where we can go," Pippin couldn't resist one more grind of the hips as he was getting up. "Follow me."

"Anywhere," Frodo gasped as Pippin pulled him up and across the clearing to the trees lining the other side.

They had just passed the first of the trees when Pippin stopped and made a sudden about face. “The basket!”

“Bugger the basket, Pip” Frodo said, as he swung him around again and pulled him into a kiss, backing him up against a nearby tree and thrusting against him.

“What basket?” Pippin asked when they parted.

“Never mind. Now, where are we going?”

“Right here,” he said with a grin as he dropped down to his knees in front of Frodo.

Frodo closed his eyes as he dropped his head and let out a groan, steeling himself for what was to come next.

“What are you waiting for? Do you want to freeze?”

“I was waiting for you-” he said as he opened his eyes, but Pippin was no longer in front of him. He raised his head and saw his cousin peering at him from out of a tunnel in the snow. “What-“

“I found this drift the other day and it was packed so tight I could dig it out like a smial. So I did.”

Frodo didn’t know what to make of this development so he just stared at Pippin.

“Well? Are you coming in or not?”


~~*~~

TBC?

Comments

[maripo5a.livejournal.com]

oh, please DO continue!!! Thank you so much for this lovely (and sexy!) ficlet--I wanna hear about what comes next! :-) A Merry and Pippin Xmas to you, and thank you again--it's just what I wanted! :-)

[b-briarwood.livejournal.com]

Oh! I'm so glad you like it! Yes, I am planning on continuing the story, it's just that the hobbits weren't cooperating and time was running out. I'm going to try and have the rest of it done by New
Year's, or shortly thereafter.

[maripo5a.livejournal.com]

May I friend you, so as not to miss it?

[b-briarwood.livejournal.com]

I'd be delighted to be friended! A word of warning though, I spam a lot! And on your request you said interspecies and MPreg were squicks. I have a bit of an interspecies MPreg series going at the moment, but I always put it behind a cut with a warning! So feel free to skip. However, I do have some gen ficlets in the memory section that you might be interested in. :D