Sam sat in Frodo's room in Rivendell watching the unconscious hobbit's
chest moving. Frodo had been up and about for a week or so but he was
still in a lot of pain and slept a lot.
Sam sat in a wicker chair thinking of Frodo. Those bright blue eyes of his, the way he smiles when he is happy, and that cute pouty thing that he does. Sam sighed, * He'll never have me. He can have the pick of any man or elf or hobbit that he wants. Why would he want me? * That last thought sobered him up immediately. He sighed again, *But . he is so adorable! *
Sam got up and walked towards Frodo's bed. A piece of Frodo's thick curly brown hair fell into his face and Sam reached out to brush it away. When his hand touched Frodo's face, his hand slowed and he stroked Frodo's face with his thumb, and whispered, "You know Frodo you're even cute when you're sleeping." Slowly, almost reluctantly Sam pulled away and stood looking at Frodo.
Suddenly Sam felt himself being yanked towards the bed and being kissed gently. Sam pulled back, startled, to look at a smiling Frodo.
Frodo looked at Sam, "Well, Sam? Are you going to kiss me or stand there gaping?"
Sam tried to speak and failed miserably, and thus gave up, drew Frodo close and kissed him. Hard. And Frodo kissed back. This was something that Sam never thought would happen so he pulled away again, sat down by Frodo and this time managed to speak, "W-Why?"
"Why what Sam?"
"Why me?"
"Sam, Sam, Sam," Frodo shook his head and smiled all the wider, "Have I really concealed it that well? Can you not tell that I love you?"
Sam smiled gently, "I never thought you loved me as more than a servant ."
Frodo shook his head and chuckled, "Sam, Do you not understand? I love you. Why do you need to know WHY I love you? I just do. Does it matter that much?"
Sam shook his head sharply, "No, it doesn't matter, you just startled me."
Frodo put his finger to Sam's lip, "Okay, then shut up and kiss me."
Frodo drew him close and they shared yet another long kiss. They came apart and looked into each other's eyes for a whole 30 seconds before they kissed again.
Frodo pulled Sam's tunic over his head as Sam unbuttoned Frodo's overcoat. Suddenly Frodo yanked Sam close and Sam moaned as Frodo slowly ran his tongue down Sam's body. That night was spent in Frodo's bed.
The next morning Gandalf came by to check on Frodo. He knocked softly on the door, which swung open at his touch. He came in, "Frod--- Oh my," he said as he looked at the bed, "Oh, my," he whispered once more and tiptoed out of the room.
Sam sat in a wicker chair thinking of Frodo. Those bright blue eyes of his, the way he smiles when he is happy, and that cute pouty thing that he does. Sam sighed, * He'll never have me. He can have the pick of any man or elf or hobbit that he wants. Why would he want me? * That last thought sobered him up immediately. He sighed again, *But . he is so adorable! *
Sam got up and walked towards Frodo's bed. A piece of Frodo's thick curly brown hair fell into his face and Sam reached out to brush it away. When his hand touched Frodo's face, his hand slowed and he stroked Frodo's face with his thumb, and whispered, "You know Frodo you're even cute when you're sleeping." Slowly, almost reluctantly Sam pulled away and stood looking at Frodo.
Suddenly Sam felt himself being yanked towards the bed and being kissed gently. Sam pulled back, startled, to look at a smiling Frodo.
Frodo looked at Sam, "Well, Sam? Are you going to kiss me or stand there gaping?"
Sam tried to speak and failed miserably, and thus gave up, drew Frodo close and kissed him. Hard. And Frodo kissed back. This was something that Sam never thought would happen so he pulled away again, sat down by Frodo and this time managed to speak, "W-Why?"
"Why what Sam?"
"Why me?"
"Sam, Sam, Sam," Frodo shook his head and smiled all the wider, "Have I really concealed it that well? Can you not tell that I love you?"
Sam smiled gently, "I never thought you loved me as more than a servant ."
Frodo shook his head and chuckled, "Sam, Do you not understand? I love you. Why do you need to know WHY I love you? I just do. Does it matter that much?"
Sam shook his head sharply, "No, it doesn't matter, you just startled me."
Frodo put his finger to Sam's lip, "Okay, then shut up and kiss me."
Frodo drew him close and they shared yet another long kiss. They came apart and looked into each other's eyes for a whole 30 seconds before they kissed again.
Frodo pulled Sam's tunic over his head as Sam unbuttoned Frodo's overcoat. Suddenly Frodo yanked Sam close and Sam moaned as Frodo slowly ran his tongue down Sam's body. That night was spent in Frodo's bed.
The next morning Gandalf came by to check on Frodo. He knocked softly on the door, which swung open at his touch. He came in, "Frod--- Oh my," he said as he looked at the bed, "Oh, my," he whispered once more and tiptoed out of the room.