Gimli woke to the sound of moaning and grunting just a few minutes after he’d finally fallen asleep. He cautiously opened one eye and was not altogether surprised to see Pippin thrusting energetically against Merry’s naked bottom.
“Slow down, Pippin!”
“I’m sorry, Merry. Am I rushing?”
“Just a bit. Aragorn and Boromir are off in the bushes, you know. They won’t be back for hours, so we have plenty of time.”
Pippin giggled. “That’s true.” Another snicker escaped as he added, “Boromir brought it on himself, though.” Another pause, then Pippin asked, “How’s that, Merry? Better?”
“Ahhh, yes. Thanks, Pip.”
Gimli lost count of the number of thrusts before Merry spoke again.
“Where did Sam and Frodo run off to?”
“Oh, they’re in that little clearing we passed ‘expressing their love’,” came the reply.
“Of course they are,” Merry grumbled. “It’s all about romance and relationship with them these days. They haven’t been any fun since we left the Shire.”
Pippin stopped moving. “Do you remember that last time at Bag End, Merry? The four of us?”
“Frodo’s ass...” Merry sighed at the fond memory.
“Sam’s mouth,” Pippin whimpered as he resumed his motion. “He’s almost as good as I am, you know.”
“Very nearly,” Merry agreed, starting to rock back into Pippin’s thrusts.
A few minutes passed, marked only by the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh, then Gimli heard, “Aahh, Merry, I’m going to...” and then a shout as what the dwarf imagined was Pippin’s orgasm overcame him.
“I told you to slow down, Pippin,” Merry groaned.
“Don’t worry, Merry. We’ll just switch, and you can do me.”
“Thanks, Pip, but you’re not ready.”
“Yes, I am,” the younger hobbit protested. With a mischievous grin he explained, “Boromir took care of it earlier.” Not quite holding back a laugh, Pippin added, “Of course, that was before he provoked Aragorn and got dragged into the bushes.”
“It’s too bad he did that,” Merry mourned. “He’s very...”
“Mmm. Yes, he is,” Pippin agreed. While he was scrambling into the new position, he happened to glance over at the supposedly sleeping dwarf. “Oh, look, Merry. Gimli’s awake. Hello, Gimli!”
Chagrined at being caught peeping, Gimli simply harrumphed a bit and nodded in greeting.
On his hands and knees, bare bottom in the air, Pippin suddenly peered back over his shoulder at his fellow hobbit. “I have an idea, Merry!”
“Yes, Pippin?”
“Since Gimli’s awake, there’s no reason for him to lie over there all by himself. You can do me, and I’ll suck him.” Pippin turned to the dwarf. “What do you think, Gimli?” Barely pausing for breath, he continued, “Good, it’s settled, then.”
If Gimli had any thoughts of protesting, Pippin’s agile fingers on the fastenings of his pants soon scattered them to the four winds. The denial working its way into the back of his throat came out as a strangled moan instead as Pippin’s mouth began its work. The hobbit’s own groan when Merry finally entered him vibrated against the dwarf’s already aroused flesh, and he was lost. His head thrashed back and forth, torn between eyes-closed abandon to the pleasure flooding his body and the desire to watch the russet curls bob up and down on his cock, or the blond mop as it propelled itself against the pink hobbit flesh of Merry’s ass.
The tempo of thrusting and sucking increased until, amid a harsh chorus of ecstatic grunts and exultant cries of completion, Merry and Gimli found their release. Pippin recognized the warmth of Merry’s juices flooding him from the rear, but it was unfamiliar tang of Gimli’s seed in his mouth that absorbed most of his attention. As he cleaned the shaft with his tongue, Pippin realized the organ hadn’t diminished in size all that much. Eyes wide, he pulled back completely and stared down at it.
“Merry, look!”
“Would you look at that...” Merry marveled. “Gimli, that’s quite a member you’ve got there.”
“It’s not about size, young hobbits,” Gimli chuckled with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows. “It’s about stamina.”
“Stamina,” Merry and Pippin echoed solemnly. Almost immediately, however, an argument broke out.
“I get to...”
“No, I get to...”
“I called it first!”
“You just had it in the ass, Pip. It’s my turn!”
“That doesn’t matter,” the younger hobbit insisted. He sighed patiently. “Look, you can do him, Merry. You’re bigger than I am, so it’ll be better. And I’m stretched out more from you, so I’ll be more ready for him.” Pippin turned to the subject of their debate. “Right, Gimli?”
“Now see here,” Gimli huffed. He hesitated, enjoying the surprise on the hobbits’ faces and wanting to make some gesture towards being the master of his own sexual destiny, but finally he relented with a smile. “A very sensible plan, Mister Peregrin. Merry, would you fetch whatever it was you two used to ease your joining, and then you shall ride me. Pippin, my eager young friend, I will ride you.”
With a whoop Merry hurried to retrieve the lubricant from its concealed spot in his bedroll and bring it back to where Gimli had lain on his side.
“I can help you prepare him,” Pippin offered.
“No thanks, Pip,” Merry replied firmly. “You can have his cock, but his ass is mine.”
“Fair enough,” the younger hobbit nodded, grinning at his friend. Indulging himself in a delicious shiver of anticipation, Pippin hurried to lie in front of Gimli, quickly snuggling back into the strong arms that wrapped around him. The shifting of Gimli’s body as it adjusted to the gradual penetration of Merry’s fingers rubbed Gimli’s arousal against the crack of Pippin’s ass. Pippin rubbed back, then found himself pushing forward into Gimli’s hand.
By the time Merry was fully sheathed inside Gimli, a careful rhythm of thrust and retreat had been established. Their previous climaxes had taken the edge off of their desire, and the three were content for a time to let the passion build. Merry’s vision was limited to the pale expanse of Gimli’s back and the wild bush of his hair, so he used his hands to reach around front, learning Gimli’s body by touch alone. Pippin was similarly explored by Gimli, not even the slightest goosebump of pleasure going unnoticed.
Inevitably the pace quickened, breathing became more labored, and discovery was abandoned in favor of well-known pleasure points. They drove each other on, drawing ever closer, and finally hurtling over that last edge into orgasm.
Spent, Gimli eased gingerly onto his back, drawing one bonelessly relaxed figure into the curve of each arm. “What say you, little hobbits? Think you can sleep now?”
“Mmmffhh,” Pippin mumbled, already a breath away from slumber.
“Sleep for a week,” Merry praised, patting Gimli’s chest drowsily with one hand before laying his head down and falling deeply asleep.
With a quiet chuckle that was more a rumble in his chest than a true laugh, Gimli pressed a kiss onto each curly head, then gave himself over to his own dreams.
The sound of Gimli’s snores drifted to Legolas’ sharp ears as he headed back to camp from his shift at watch. The less than lovely melody nevertheless made him smile, for he was fond of all of his companions, and therefore glad they had found rest. A slight whiff of sex on the air made his grin widen; apparently Gimli had put his hand to work again.
Seeing Gimli buried under a pile of mostly naked hobbits took Legolas by surprise, until he realized it was Merry and Pippin making up the heap. Those two had certainly been making the rounds of the camp.
Legolas stepped around the trio and began searching for Aragorn, whose turn it was to take up the watch. He followed a trail of discarded weapons and clothes to a cluster of bushes that was quivering suspiciously. A hoarse cry and a bare foot that peeked out and was hastily drawn back suddenly suggested to the elf that now was perhaps not the time to remind Aragorn to take his shift.
For curiosity’s sake, he continued to search near the campsite for the remaining two members of the Fellowship. Fortunately his excellent hearing detected the loverlike cooing and sighing before he actually had to witness Sam and Frodo in the afterglow of their passion.
Shaking his head at his friends, Legolas left the camp and returned to take up the watch once more. If he had needed sleep, or if danger had loomed closer, he might have been bothered by the necessity of a double shift, but for the moment he was content to enjoy the solitude of his watch and allow his friends the joy of their companionship. Besides, there was plenty of time to collect on Aragorn’s debt to him, and plenty of ways to make sure they both enjoyed the payment of it.