By: Dana
Summary: More than seven days, then, left, with Merry and Pippin about.
Characters: Sam, Merry, Pippin, mention of Frodo
Pairings: Sam/Merry/Pippin
Rating: R
Warnings: Cheerful nonmonogamy, Pippin being Pippin
Author's Notes: Ruby wanted: Pippin and Sam and/or Merry. Medlar or sloe. G-rated sweetness, or PORN.
Disclaimer: The author makes no claim to owning the rights of anything to do with J.R.R. Tolkien or New Line Cinema. Any and all characters and situations that have been borrowed are for the author's personal use only, and for the entertainment of others.

Frodo was out for the day when Pippin came to Sam, and Sam wondered once more what Frodo had been thinking, to leave his cousins in charge of Bag End while he was visiting in Michel Delving through to the end of the fortnight. More than seven days, then, left, with Merry and Pippin about.

Now, though, having been invited by Pippin to join he and Merry in their luncheon, Sam groans, the slide of flesh against his causing him to shudder to the core. "Sam – " Pippin gasps, and his mouth is small and pleading. Wanting, too, and his look is sloe-eyed, and Sam groans.

"Master Pippin – please."

But Pippin does not stop, curving so that he can kiss Sam's belly. Merry threads himself about Sam, pressing his mouth to Sam's chin, and then his mouth. Merry's mouth is warm, where Pippin's had been cooler, and Merry sucks upon his mouth, tasting of the perseveres they had had with their luncheon, bittersweet medlar, but rich, and sweet. Groaning, Sam anchors his hand in Pippin's hair, even as his free arm works itself about Merry's waist.

When Pippin is free to work the buttons of his trousers, Sam groans, again, twisting beneath the damp wet heat of his mouth, as Pippin's hands rub and caress, as his mouth near causes Sam to melt.

Overhead, the autumn sky spreads, clear blue and pale, but there is warmth here, in this knot of welcome arms, where flesh so casually meets with flesh. And Sam is glad, pinned beneath the weight of Pippin's mouth, that he had been invited to join them in their luncheon.

Then, and he is near vibrating with warmth, he works free the ties of Merry's trousers. His hand meets with flesh and Merry, laughing, gasps, breathless, jerks, "yes."

(Afterwards, and the autumn sky is still spreading, clear and blue and pale, and their bodies are all warm, a tangle of sated flesh, and Sam thinks, no, Sam knows, that he does not mind having lost that time in the garden, having found this time in the garden, instead.)