Happy birthday, Thuri!  Title comes from a Rufus Wainwright song, who oddly enough rather inspired the whole piece...       

   Merry held his breath, zipping up his fly.  They fit.  Of course they fit.  Perfectly.  He hadn’t even needed to hold his breath, not really.  Because they were The Perfect Pair of Pants.  Butter-soft black leather that hugged his hips, gliding along his legs in just the right places.  It gleamed just a little bit, accenting his slim hips, and the bulge in front.

            Merry regarded himself in the dressing-room mirror, and began to smile slowly.

            He held his breath again, handing over his credit card--of course, The Perfect Pants did not come cheap, not at all, but one’s boyfriend turns 21 only once in his life, and Merry meant to be quite late to Aragorn’s, where they were all meeting before taking Pippin out and getting him delightfully drunk. 

            Already having gotten Pippin’s gift, Merry got home more than early enough to hide his purchases, already missing the feel of the soft leather against his legs.  Three more days, although he didn’t plan to keep them on very long, at least not at first.

            That Friday, Merry carefully shooed Pippin out of the bedroom before showering and getting dressed.  He regarded himself critically in the mirror--hair slicked back in a ponytail, tight black tee, and The Pants.  Merry felt a slow smile curving his mouth as he casually wandered out into the living room.

            “Well, I’m ready whenever you want to get going,” he said casually, plopping down next to Pippin.

            Pippin’s eyes had visibly widened when Merry walked into the room, and now he turned to face his boyfriend, mouth slightly open.

            “Merry?” he asked softly, reaching over to gently stroke Merry’s thigh.

            “Mmm?”  Merry replied, smiling at Pippin, reaching out to cup his face in one hand.

            “You’re a horrible tease,” Pippin said, but with affection in his voice, leaning in for a long, sweet kiss as his hand continued to gently stroke Merry’s leg.

            “Happy birthday,” Merry managed to get out around the kiss, and then Pippin’s tongue flicked at his lips, entering gently, and he couldn’t say anything, even if he had wanted to.

            “You’re beautiful,”  Pippin mumbled, kissing his way down Merry’s neck, gently stroking the leather thong Merry always wore.  “You’re beautiful, and you’re my boyfriend and I can never, ever, ever ask for anything again.”

            Merry gasped at the words, and the heat that followed Pippin’s mouth, down, down to his collarbone, gentle sucking at the base of his throat.

            “Pippin,” he moaned, reaching out and grasping slim shoulders.  “No-no more beautiful than you,” he managed to say.  “Ah, I’m so lucky to have you…”

            Pippin dove for Merry then, straddling his hips and wrapping his arms tightly around Merry’s shoulders.  “Merry, Merry, Merry,” he chanted softly, rocking his hips just a little, rolling them forward just enough so that Merry could feel his hardness, but not enough to give any relief.

            “Now who’s a tease?” Merry growled, kissing across Pippins cheek to nip his earlobe.  He moaned, low and sweet, when Pippin ground down a little harder.  “Oh, Pippin, love, let me look at you,” he gasped out, pulling Pippin’s shirt off in one smooth motion.

            Pippin cried out a little when Merry leaned down, kissing his nipples, a trail of fire going across his chest, up to one shoulder.  He leaned forward a little, under the encouragment of Merry’s hands.  They spanned his back, dipping just a little bit below his waist, just gently stroking the soft skin where it curved, where it was so sensitive.

            Pippin cried out, kissing and licking and sucking.  He trailed his lips down Merry’s throat, loving the sounds he was creating, loving the feeling of Merry’s hands spasming, pulling him closer as he rubbed his hands on the soft leather over Merry’s thighs.  “Oh, you taste so good,” he murmured into the delicate skin of Merry’s neck, following curves and bumps and anything that felt inviting.  “My lovely Merry, you’re so, so damn hot in these clothes, but I want you out of them.”

            Pippin felt more than heard Merry’s laugh, the rumble in his chest, and then he reached under the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head, and loosening Merry’s hair from it’s tail, gently finger-combing it so that it fell in loose waves around Merry’s shoulders.

            “Oh.  Oh.”  Pippin said softly, eyes and heart full as he looked at Merry, skin glowing and lips kiss-bruised.  Merry’s eyes had turned a rich, dark blue, and he bent his head for a moment to sprinkle little kisses on Pippin’s shoulders, across his chest.

            “Still wearing too many clothes,” Merry mumbled, his hands moving to fumble at the fly of Pippin’s jeans.

            “You too,” Pippin breathed, his head thrown back, and Merry gasped to see him, and moaned gently, when Pippin smiled and leaned forward to kiss him.

            He slid off, after a moment, and pulled Merry up, laughing suddenly and running to the bedroom.  Pippin took a flying leap backwards onto the bed, wriggling a little and getting comfortable against the pillows.

            “Come here, and stop looking like a Tom of Finland drawing!” he called, and Merry smiled slowly, continuing to pose against the doorframe.  He leaned there casually, watching Pippin watch him, watch his fingers as they slid over his crotch, his erection highlighted by the play of light on leather.  Pippin licked his lips slowly, as Merry undid the top button, still caressing himself, pressing more obviously against the bulge.

            “Merry,” Pippin groaned, unconciously moving to touch himself, sliding his jeans down just enough, and Merry caught a flash of skin, and Pippin was lying there, panting and erect and still wearing clothes.

            Merry continued to smile slowly, inching the zipper down, moaning a little when he first touched his cock, the sensitive skin velvety under his fingertips.

            Pippin finally growled, and crawled painfully to the edge of the bed to yank Merry down beside him.

            Merry laughed breathlessly as they both bounced on the bed, and dove for Pippin’s cock, pulling it into his mouth and sucking quickly, before sitting back up just as quickly as he’d gone down.

            Pippin shrieked as he felt Merry’s mouth on him, and then fallen back panting, staring openmouthed at Merry.

            “You-you,” he sputtered, wriggling away as Merry started to touch his thighs, started to pull down his jeans.  “You tease!” Pippin finally got out, and Merry’s heart skipped at that sweet pout on a flushed face, eyes sparkling.

            “I’m very sorry,” Merry said softly, all but breathing the words as he slowly kissed Pippin’s neck, deliberately placing each wet kiss.  “Very sorry,” he continued, pausing to suck on one of Pippin’s nipples, scraping his teeth against it very lightly.

            “What…what will you do?” Pippin gasped, clutching Merry’s shoulders.

            Merry lay Pippin back, and settled on top of him, and they moaned together as their cocks met, straining and ready.

            “Whatever you want,” Merry breathed, gasping a little as Pippin’s hands slid down his back, cupping his ass and squeezing, just right.  “Anything you want,” he continued.  “Anything for you, my Pippin, my love, my beloved.”

            Pippin captured his mouth in a kiss, and Merry was quiet again, suckling gently on soft, swollen lips, lost in the sensations of Pippin’s hands, exploring his ass and thighs with meticulous care, and plunging tongues, soft gasps, quiet moans.

            When he parted from Pippin, he met dark green eyes, and was kissed, very softly, once more.

            “I want my Merry,” Pippin said quietly, and kissed Merry’s left shoulder.  “I want my wise,” a kiss to his right shoulder, “kind, beautiful, wonderful Merry.”  Another kiss, right where Merry’s heart was, and Merry held still, his eyes never leaving Pippin, entranced in his words.

            “I want to love you as you love me,” Pippin continued, still kissing wherever he could reach.  “I want to give you back the kindness, and the love, and the caring, you’ve given me.”  Merry began to shake a little, and not from having to support his weight on his arms, especially as Pippin drew him to lie down, wrapping his arms around Merry’s back.

            “I love you, Merry Brandybuck.  I love you, and I want you,” Pippin said, very clearly, and Merry cried out a little, kissing Pippin deeply.

            “Oh, Pip…” he said softly, but Pippin smiled, and guided Merry’s hands to his hips. 

            “Love me up like I know you can, my handsome Merry,” he commanded softly, and Merry moved to obey.  He made quick work of Pippin’s jeans, pulling them off and flinging them somewhere.  Merry caressed Pippin’s body, as Pippin’s hands explored his, returning again and again to the soft, leather-clad legs.

            Slowly, Merry ran his hands down Pippin’s sides, caressing his torso, glorying in the sweat-damp skin under his fingers.  Very gently, he brought his hands in, framing Pippin’s cock, dark and straining.  Pippin had given up on touching Merry, and was instead clutching at the bedsheets, moving his hips, his whole body to some unheard rhythm, and making sweet noises.  Merry leaned down to kiss the tip of Pippin’s hardness, joyfully licking up the drop of moisture that lay there.  He hummed a little pleasure sound, laughing when Pippin jumped.

            “Merry,” Pippin said, in warning this time, and Merry slowed down a little, moving up to kiss Pippin, over and over, but staying on all fours, denying them both contact.

            Pippin, however, was not having that, and he yanked Merry down on top of him again, this time shoving at the waistband of his pants, yanking them down.  Laughing, Merry rolled over and wriggled free of the last of the leather, kicking it away. 

            He pulled Pippin to him, then, rolling so that he was on top again, rubbing their hips together.  Pippin gasped loudly, and clenched Merry’s shoulders in an iron grip.  His back arched, and Merry felt sparks where they were pressed together.  Pippin’s mouth was everywhere, sucking and licking, his hands moving everywhere, caressing every part of Merry’s body that he could reach.  Their hips moved together, pressing and rubbing, and Pippin was moaning softly, volume rising as Merry ground down on him.

            “Want you,” Merry growled, pressing hard against Pippin once more, and Pippin gasped something out, and it might have been “yes” or “love” or “Merry”, but they all meant the same, just then.

            Merry reached for the lube, and rolled Pippin over, pausing to kiss his shoulders, and explore the back of his neck a little.  He covered his fingers, quickly thrusting in the first, remembering to breathe as Pippin ground down on him.  Another finger joined the first, and then another, and Merry wiggled them, grinning when Pippin shrieked and bucked.

            Merry leaned over to kiss Pippin’s ear, and whisper, “Found your sweet spot?”

            Pippin moaned something in the affirmative, still moving his hips, and Merry withdrew his fingers slowly, gliding them over Pippin’s skin, squeezing a little at just the right places.

            He rubbed lube into his erection, and tugged a little on Pippin’s hips, raising him onto all fours.  Merry slid his hand around to Pippin’s chest, tweaking at his nipples a little, positioning himself just right.

            “Merry!”  Pippin managed to moan, bumping back a little towards Merry, even as he pressed into Merry’s hands, wanting more sensation.        

            Slowly, very slowly, Merry slid in, inch by inch, sighing and groaning as heat and tightness came around him.  All the way in, filling Pippin completely, he paused for a moment, memorizing the feel of their joining for the hundredth time. 

            And then he began to rock them, and thrust, pulling out and slamming back home over and over and over until the whole world faded away completely, and it was only him, and Pippin, and they were the only people to ever exist, and they were caught in this moment forever, floating in pulsing and movement and ecstasy.  Merry pulled out almost completely before driving forward one last time, roaring as he emptied into Pippin.  He thrust wildly, trusting to heat and friction as waves broke over him, and he keened, wild and beautiful, finally half-collapsing onto Pippin’s back.  Merry felt Pippin breathing, still panting and straining, and he reached beneath the two of them to give Pippin two hard strokes, quickly, and then felt warmth on his hand, felt Pippin shaking, and then slowly collapse onto the bed.  Merry winced a little as he pulled out, and rolled to lie next to Pippin, watching as his eyes slowly opened, and he smiled.

            Merry reached his hand up, and slowly licked Pippin’s seed from it, smiling as he did so, never breaking eye contact.  Pippin watched him, wide-eyed, and then reached for Merry as he finished, kissing him in wonder.

            “Merry,” he began, and then had to stop and lick his lips.  Merry pulled him close, and Pippin tucked himself up against Merry’s body, cuddling into its heat.  Merry wrapped arm and legs around the precious body against his, sprinkling little kisses on Pippin’s forehead as his eyes slid shut, a sweet smile on his face.

            “I love you,” Merry said softly, finger-combing Pippin’s hair.  Pippin opened his eyes, looking up at Merry, and smiled even wider before reaching out to twine a strand of Merry’s hair around his fingers, playing with it as he spoke.

            “I love you, Merry,” Pippin breathed, pulling him down for a soft kiss.  “You are the best boyfriend ever.”

            The sincerity in his voice surprised Merry, who pulled up a quilt against the chilly spring air.  He tickled Pipppin’s side a little as he brought the quilt up, and Pippin giggled a little, snuggling down.

            “Happy birthday, sweetie,” Merry said, smiling as Pippin continued to play with his hair, sometimes stroking his shoulder, or placing little kisses on his neck.

            Pippin grinned.  “Best birthday gift ever!” he announced, and kissed Merry sweetly.  Merry laughed, holding him close.

            “You want to open your other gifts now, or at the party?” he asked, and Pippin yelped happily.  “Now!” he commanded, and Merry laughed, going to obey.  On the way back, he picked up the leather pants that had been kicked onto the floor, pulling them on before he got back into bed.

            “I should be complaining, you know,” Pippin said, greeting Merry with a long kiss.  “But I really can’t.”  He smiled, suddenly, touching Merry’s lips.  “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, and Merry softly kissed his fingertips. 

            “So’re you,” he murmured, leaning over to kiss Pippin’s neck, slowly trailing his mouth down to Pippin’s shoulder.  “So handsome, so sexy,” he continued to murmur as Pippin’s hands slid down, caressing the leather that was quickly warming on Merry’s thighs.

            “Now open your gifts, impatient one,” he teased, kissing Pippin quickly on the lips.  Pippin sat up, ripping into the largest package first, of course.  He opened the box, and started laughing almost immediately as he pulled out a pair of leather pants, dark red to Merry’s black, but promising the same form-fitting cut.

            “Oh, Merry,” he breathed, stroking the soft leather.  He turned with a grin.  “I’m sure these are entirely unselfish on your part,” Pippin teased, but leaned in for a tender kiss.  “Thank you,” he murmured, smiling brilliantly.  Merry felt his breath catch for a minute, but returned the smile soon enough.           

            “Put them on,” he urged, and Pippin laughed a little as he wriggled into them.

            “Mmmm,” Merry sighed.  “Go stand up, so I can see you.”

            Pippin laughed, crawling out of bed to stand at the side of it, self-conciously modeling for Merry.  Merry licked his lips, more turned on than he’d expected to be by the way the leather hugged Pippin’s legs, even by the cute way it was just a little too long.  But then, he reminded himself, they were both very…tactile…people.

            “Oh, perfect,” Merry murmured, and held out his arms to a furiously blushing Pippin.

            “You’re very hadsome, you know,” Merry murmured, and Pippin laughed as he burrowed closer into Merry’s arms, and they got thoroughly tangled with each other.

            “There’s more, you know,” Merry chided gently, when Pippin seemed too interested in exploring the many places on Merry’s neck he could lick.

            “Merry!” Pippin looked up, laughing.  “You’re going to spoil me.”

            “Oh, I plan to,” Merry announced, hugging Pippin around the waist, and tickling his stomach a little.  “Now come here and cuddle.”

            “Cuddling is good,” Pippin said, shifting so he sat between Merry’s legs, leaning against his chest.  Merry buried his face for a moment in the warm crook where Pippin’s neck became his shoulder, placing a wet kiss on the salty-sweet skin.

            With Pippin sitting up again, Merry noticed the bruises being raised, just at the top of his pants.  Gently, he slid the leather down a little, seeing more bruises dappling Pippin’s hips.

            “Oh, shit.”

            Pippin looked up from ripping through tissue paper.  “Hmm?  Oh.”  He looked down, overlaying Merry’s fingers with his own.

            “I did that?”  Merry frowned a little, caressing the little bruises. 

            “Yes you did!”  Pippin replied, his tone lascivious.  He gave Merry a little kiss, and another, and more until he was smiling again.

            “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Merry said, pressing his cheek against Pippin’s.

            “Well, it’s good you didn’t then,” Pippin said practically, snuggling back into Merry’s arms.  “Silly Merry.  You’ve never had secret, slightly mysterious bruises before?”

            Merry smiled at Pippin’s description.  “Not just from holding on!”

            Pippin laughed at that, and Merry relaxed, happy he’d done no harm.  “Well, my love, you’re very, very good like that,” Pippin declared, and craned his head around to kiss Merry more thoroughly.  “My own Merry-love,” he said softly, nuzzling Merry’s cheek a little.  “Don’t let it worry you.”  And then, that impish grin returned, making Merry laugh even before Pippin spoke.  “You can kiss it better la-oh!” he began to offer, and then his eyes went wide as he finished unwrapping the gift.  A jar of very, very good chocolate.  And a brush.  And Merry bent over just a little, deciding that the back of Pippin’s ear needed kissing, right where it was most sensitive.

            Pippin sighed deeply, melting back in Merry’s arms, wrapping them around him.  “Oh, I’m so lucky, so, so lucky to have you,” he murmured, and Merry hugged him tightly.

            “No less lucky than I am,” he whispered back, rocking them just a little.  Pippin rolled over gently, so that he still lay on Merry, yet could look him in the face.  Merry grinned at the feel of their legs gliding together, and wrapped his legs around Pippin’s, holding him in place.  They lay together for long minutes, simply being together, before Merry gently kissed the top of Pippin’s head.

            “We should get going,” he said, reluctantly, grinning a bit as he squeezed Pippin’s butt.  “As delicious as you are, I’ll have to wait until later tonight.”

            Pippin snorted.  “Shyeah, because I’ll be sober enough.”  He gave a dazzling smile, taking Merry’s breath away.  Again.  “But tomorrow morning…” he smiled, slow and sweet, and Merry kissed him, sucking gently on his lower lip, running the tip of his tongue around sweet, bow-shaped lips.

            “Whatever you wish,” he murmured, smiling at Pippin as they detached themselves from each other, and from the bed.  It took only a few minutes for them to finish getting dressed, and for Merry to tie his hair back again.

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