FrodoXsam
All characters are JRR Tolkiens.
Before the ring.
Frodo and Sam had practically been brought up together, well dragged up as some of the other hobbits considered it. They spent nearly every day together. Fishing, climbing, gardening and listening to Bilbo, Frodo's uncle tell stories of his great adventures, which Sam found frightening and Frodo, fascinating.
Sam had always looked up to Frodo, with his stunning blue eyes and body as good as a hobbits could be. Sam's body seemed to be perpetually awkward and his tummy protruding. His eyes seemed boring and muddy in comparison to his friend's bright glowing ones.
He even found himself late at night considering what it might be like to run his hands through Frodo's hair. Or to trace his features with his fingertips. Or to press his lips firmly against . . . NO! no! no! Frodo was his friend, nothing else. Plus, he'd never be interested in Sam in that way anyway.
Or would he? . . . want more ?