'I sneaked my way along the corridor at Bag End. I was fairly certain I was the only one awake, although the smial was full of visitors. I was also fairly certain he would appreciate my little surprise. When I came to his door, my heart jumped in fright: I heard his voice, speaking softly, too silent for me to discern the words. But I knew the tone well enough; it was one of pleasure, very intimate and oh so eager.
'I braced myself and opened the door, and the well-oiled hinges did not fail me. There was no lamp, but the moon behind the curtains was full and cast a pale shimmer trough the laces.
'He was alone! Oh, merciful fortune, what a delicious situation. He was 'bedding his dreams' like any tweenager, sweating but chaste enough to ceep the covers on himself, such a darling. And the name he whispered was mine - such joy!
'I bent to the floor and crept towards the bed on all fours, still unnoticed, and then I suddenly lifted the blanket, crept underneath it and took a good hold of him. My legs pinned his feet, my hands held his arms and my mouth found what it wanted.
'It was time for me to return several favors.
'This was the first time I was giving anyone 'wayfarer's ease', but I sensed I was not doing all that badly. His breathing turned into rapid gasps, his body arched under me, and when he came into my mouth he whispered a name.
'But it was not mine. His hands had been in my hair and he had not noticed - perhaps she always opened her hair for him, too. My own arousal was suddenly gone and the heat under the blanket felt slimy and disgusting. I released him, threw the blanket on the floor, and sighed. There I sat on the edge of his bed, and he stared at me with plain horror in his eyes, as I opened the curtain so there could be no more mistakes, no more other names in his mouth. Only when I saw that he saw me, did I spit the contents of my mouth to the floor.
'There were tears in his eyes.
'F-forgive me!' he stammered.
'Of course, you silly. She has done that before and I haven't, so your mistake was a natural one.'
'I shouldn't have let you!'
'What? Oh. I see. You have chosen her, and her only? Then you must forgive me, Sam.'
'No, master. It's just - not right, this way. It should not be. I love you, master Frodo, and it should be me doing that to you.'
'Oh, Sam. You have given me more than enough. I just wanted to give something in return.' He was sobbing now, and I held him.
'Listen to me, unless you have suddenly grown cabbages in the place of your ears. I really, really wanted to do what I just did. I don't regret it, because I love you too. However, if you want, I can go now. Or I can stay. I would really like to stay, Sam. And not just for the most obvious reason.'
I was holding him very close now, and I took his hand and guided it to feel my arousal. Soon he dried his eyes, and I felt his familiar lips on my neck, his hand giving me a very expert and intimate massage, then we got rid of my pants, and I was back where it all started. Wayfarer's ease.
