By: Dana
Summary: "Whatever are you thinking?"
Characters: Frodo, Pippin
Pairings: Frodo/Pippin
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, sexual content, Pippin
Author's Notes: Molly wanted: Frodo/Pippin. Precocious. Smut and happiness.
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.

"Pippin!" Frodo gasps, coming with force enough to lift him up off the bed. It does not help that Pippin is pinning him as he is, beneath a hungry, greedy mouth, and Frodo twists, fisting hold of the bed covers as Pippin sucks him fully dry. With a final cry, Frodo gives, collapsing backwards, though Pippin has not yet finished with him, and Frodo whimpers, loosening one hand to bite hard at his wrist.

Then finished, Frodo hears the creaking of the bed, and he gives his young cousin the best offended look that he can muster (which is not very offended at all, given that he is fully bare, his body flushed and warm, still with a lingering twitch and tingle), and Pippin does little but smile back, working at the buttons of his still-buttoned shirt.

"Whatever are you thinking?"

"Not much, or so they like to say."

Frodo snorts and, feeling that there's little he can lose, not when he still feels liquid, sated and warm, wiggles atop the bed covers. Pippin, he notes, is taking far too long dealing with the buttons of his shirt, and it is impatiently that he sits, takes hold of Pippin by his braces, and tugs him to the very edge of the bed.

Pippin goes, with a surprised squeak.

"You are taking too long," Frodo mutters, snapping the braces free, grinning as he tugs on them, then, letting them pop back up over Pippin's shoulders. Glancing upwards, he gives his cousin a grin, then taking the forth button up from Pippin's trousers between his teeth, and tugging it free.

"Oil?"

"Warmed and ready."

"Mmm. Very well," Frodo says, grabbing hold of Pippin's shirt, and slowly licking his soft belly, "hurry up and get it, Pippin, then and come and finish me."