Title: Straight Ain't So Great part 2/?
Author: Sweet Dreams
E-Mail: NaughtyLiLHobbit@aol.com
Completed: Yes
Characters or Pairing: Sam/Frodo Other M/M
Slash: Yes
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance Angst
Summary: *SLASH* S/F M/P A/B L/Glor When Sam's parents suspect he is gay, they send him to a homosexual correction center to be 'normal' again. At first he is determined, but then………
Disclaimer: Sam belongs to Frodo, Frodo belongs to Sam, and they both belong to Tolkien.
Story Notes: This is an AU, meaning none of the Fellowship has met before and that there would never be a place like this in Middle Earth.
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Idea for this based on the movie But I'm a Cheerleader. This chapter is a continuation of the previous chapter, as Sam meets his classmates and discovers something about himself.
Thanks to my reviewers! Tigerlily Gamgee, GameShowVictim, Cosette, Mwhah, Laykla, dazedconfusedandobsessive, Quantum Weather Butterfly, BloomBabe, Maeglin Yedi(who's Mary sue with slash is absolutely brilliant!) And most of all the lovely and talented Roz Morgan, who has been a great friend!
Against his will Sam was led to a small clearing, where the group was gathered. The seven figures sat on long benches, and Sam was sat by Glorfindel's forceful hands onto a chair in front of them. They all looked at him with suspicion, wondering who he was, but the quieted down when Glorfindel began to speak and introduce him.
Ignoring what the elf was saying, Sam took the chance to get a good look at them. The first thing he noticed was they all wore the same blue uniform, blue shorts and a blue polo shirt with the school motto embroidered on the pocket. Sam eyed them with a note of disgust, assuming he would be wearing one before the day was out. But at least he did not have to wear a uniform like the one girl did, her bright pink dress made her stick out like a sore thumb. She looked pretty giddy, as apposed to the depressed Sam, but then again most of them looked depressed.
Sam snapped back to attention just as Glorfindel instructed the group to introduce themselves.
The first to stand was a solemn teenage boy. He had shoulder length dark hair, a bit dirty and matted, that hung over the grim expression on his face. He also looked as if he had not shaved in a few days, let alone bathed. "Hello, I'm Aragorn. Swordsman, ranger, and homosexual."
The next to stand was a hobbit, who looked to be very young, perhaps 16 or 17. He looked a combination of nervous and near laughter as he stood, brushing dark strawberry blonde hair away from his green eyes. "I'm Pippin Took. Future Thain of the Shire, and homosexual."
And before Pippin even had the chance to sit, another hobbit stood up, this one looking to be about Sam's age. He had dark blonde curls, gray brown eyes, and a huge smirk across his face. "I'm Merry Brandybuck, and I like lads. A lot." Pippin laughed at that, as Sam let out a little gasp at the hobbit's boldness. The little Took gave Merry a big smile, and cuffed him jokingly as he sat down, making them both giggle furiously.
Deciding it was best to just ignore what Merry had just said; Sam looked to the next student. The tall elf stood up in a flouncy manner, brushing back his sheet of white-blonde hair. Sam noticed that he was quite pale, and though his features were sharp, they were almost androgynous. "Hi Sam! I'm Legolas! Archer, Prince of Mirkwood, and homosexual!" he said brightly, flashing Sam a large smile.
Next to stand was the girl, a dark haired female elf. There was a chain around her neck, with what appeared to be a long white spike. She smiled at Sam, giving him a little wave. "Like Hi!" she giggled, her high pitched squeal similar to Legolas'. "I'm Arwen! I'm like the Princess of Rivendell, and a, like, homo!"
She sat down with a bounce as the next boy stood up with an expression that could have curdled milk on his face. He was shorter than Aragorn, and the elves Legolas and Arwen. He also had long, matted hair, but his was a very light brown. His eyes were very sharp, squinted and glaring at the same time. "I'm Boromir. Future Stewart of Gondor, and homosexual."
Then the last boy stood, and Sam's breath was caught in his throat. He seemed to be a hobbit, but more delicately beautiful and mysteriously enchanting than any hobbit Sam had ever seen. He was small, maybe 20 in appearance, and very thin, seemingly malnourished, most unusual for a hobbit. His tousled hair was as black as a winter's night, in stark contrast to the snow white skin it framed. His features were defined and sculpted, giving him an almost elvish and very exotic look.
At first his eyes were closed, but as he stood they slowly opened to look at Sam as the latter gasped. His eyes were the brightest blue Sam had ever seen, making a robin's egg or a summer sky pale by comparison. This was the most wonderful person Sam had ever seen, so perfect and untainted by work or weather. For a second Sam forgot that they were supposed to be gay, and was content to just gaze at the boy, wishing he could see more of that small body, the only one covered by pants and long sleeves, or at the very least know his name.
"Hullo Sam, I'm Frodo Baggins." He said very quietly, almost a whisper. "and I'm a homosexual."
The boy then sat down, Sam eyes still fixed on him in wonderment.
"Sam. Sam! Eh-HEM! SAM!" Glorfindel shouted into Sam's ear, shattering his dream state. Sam snapped up in attention, reluctantly tearing his eyes off of Frodo. "It's your turn Sam! Time for step one!"
Suddenly, Sam's head swum with a million thoughts. How could he say he was gay when he was not? But how would he ever get better without admitting it? But no! He was fine, he was fine………
But then his thoughts rushed back to what his friends had said. How kissing Rosie, or any other girl, made him feel nothing inside, with the exception of utter disgust. And when he had lain with a lass, for his first time, he felt nothing. None of passion, or the pleasure that the other lads had gone on about, boasting how many lasses they'd done. His heart had not rejoiced, or been filled with love and warmth, as he imaged, all he got was a hangover the next morning from all the ale he had to drink before he could even imagine she was pretty. And cooking and gardening, he did love those. Farming was all right, but he especially liked it when he worked with other lads in the fields. When they took their shirts off, their strong, tanned chests heaving as they worked, sweat shining in the………
No! NO! He could not………he could not………
Sam looked up at the faces in front of him, desperately searching for some kind, any kind of answer. But all he could she was the small body of Frodo, his eyes closed and his head hung. Hadn't he just been thinking about how beautiful he was?
no……no……no……no……no……no……no……no………
"I'm a homosexual" Sam whispered in disbelief, numb in a state of shock. "I'm a homosexual" he repeated a bit louder. "I'm a homosexual!" he finally shouted, bursting into tears. The whole group (prompted by Glorfindel) stood, and pulled him intro a hung as his body was wracked with sobs.
"Valar, they were right" he whispered after everyone had left, still sobbing alone in the chair. "They were all right"
It was true. He was really gay. But he was determined to fight it………almost.
Author: Sweet Dreams
E-Mail: NaughtyLiLHobbit@aol.com
Completed: Yes
Characters or Pairing: Sam/Frodo Other M/M
Slash: Yes
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance Angst
Summary: *SLASH* S/F M/P A/B L/Glor When Sam's parents suspect he is gay, they send him to a homosexual correction center to be 'normal' again. At first he is determined, but then………
Disclaimer: Sam belongs to Frodo, Frodo belongs to Sam, and they both belong to Tolkien.
Story Notes: This is an AU, meaning none of the Fellowship has met before and that there would never be a place like this in Middle Earth.
Visit my dead journal! www.deadjournal.com/users/sweetsexyslash
Idea for this based on the movie But I'm a Cheerleader. This chapter is a continuation of the previous chapter, as Sam meets his classmates and discovers something about himself.
Thanks to my reviewers! Tigerlily Gamgee, GameShowVictim, Cosette, Mwhah, Laykla, dazedconfusedandobsessive, Quantum Weather Butterfly, BloomBabe, Maeglin Yedi(who's Mary sue with slash is absolutely brilliant!) And most of all the lovely and talented Roz Morgan, who has been a great friend!
Against his will Sam was led to a small clearing, where the group was gathered. The seven figures sat on long benches, and Sam was sat by Glorfindel's forceful hands onto a chair in front of them. They all looked at him with suspicion, wondering who he was, but the quieted down when Glorfindel began to speak and introduce him.
Ignoring what the elf was saying, Sam took the chance to get a good look at them. The first thing he noticed was they all wore the same blue uniform, blue shorts and a blue polo shirt with the school motto embroidered on the pocket. Sam eyed them with a note of disgust, assuming he would be wearing one before the day was out. But at least he did not have to wear a uniform like the one girl did, her bright pink dress made her stick out like a sore thumb. She looked pretty giddy, as apposed to the depressed Sam, but then again most of them looked depressed.
Sam snapped back to attention just as Glorfindel instructed the group to introduce themselves.
The first to stand was a solemn teenage boy. He had shoulder length dark hair, a bit dirty and matted, that hung over the grim expression on his face. He also looked as if he had not shaved in a few days, let alone bathed. "Hello, I'm Aragorn. Swordsman, ranger, and homosexual."
The next to stand was a hobbit, who looked to be very young, perhaps 16 or 17. He looked a combination of nervous and near laughter as he stood, brushing dark strawberry blonde hair away from his green eyes. "I'm Pippin Took. Future Thain of the Shire, and homosexual."
And before Pippin even had the chance to sit, another hobbit stood up, this one looking to be about Sam's age. He had dark blonde curls, gray brown eyes, and a huge smirk across his face. "I'm Merry Brandybuck, and I like lads. A lot." Pippin laughed at that, as Sam let out a little gasp at the hobbit's boldness. The little Took gave Merry a big smile, and cuffed him jokingly as he sat down, making them both giggle furiously.
Deciding it was best to just ignore what Merry had just said; Sam looked to the next student. The tall elf stood up in a flouncy manner, brushing back his sheet of white-blonde hair. Sam noticed that he was quite pale, and though his features were sharp, they were almost androgynous. "Hi Sam! I'm Legolas! Archer, Prince of Mirkwood, and homosexual!" he said brightly, flashing Sam a large smile.
Next to stand was the girl, a dark haired female elf. There was a chain around her neck, with what appeared to be a long white spike. She smiled at Sam, giving him a little wave. "Like Hi!" she giggled, her high pitched squeal similar to Legolas'. "I'm Arwen! I'm like the Princess of Rivendell, and a, like, homo!"
She sat down with a bounce as the next boy stood up with an expression that could have curdled milk on his face. He was shorter than Aragorn, and the elves Legolas and Arwen. He also had long, matted hair, but his was a very light brown. His eyes were very sharp, squinted and glaring at the same time. "I'm Boromir. Future Stewart of Gondor, and homosexual."
Then the last boy stood, and Sam's breath was caught in his throat. He seemed to be a hobbit, but more delicately beautiful and mysteriously enchanting than any hobbit Sam had ever seen. He was small, maybe 20 in appearance, and very thin, seemingly malnourished, most unusual for a hobbit. His tousled hair was as black as a winter's night, in stark contrast to the snow white skin it framed. His features were defined and sculpted, giving him an almost elvish and very exotic look.
At first his eyes were closed, but as he stood they slowly opened to look at Sam as the latter gasped. His eyes were the brightest blue Sam had ever seen, making a robin's egg or a summer sky pale by comparison. This was the most wonderful person Sam had ever seen, so perfect and untainted by work or weather. For a second Sam forgot that they were supposed to be gay, and was content to just gaze at the boy, wishing he could see more of that small body, the only one covered by pants and long sleeves, or at the very least know his name.
"Hullo Sam, I'm Frodo Baggins." He said very quietly, almost a whisper. "and I'm a homosexual."
The boy then sat down, Sam eyes still fixed on him in wonderment.
"Sam. Sam! Eh-HEM! SAM!" Glorfindel shouted into Sam's ear, shattering his dream state. Sam snapped up in attention, reluctantly tearing his eyes off of Frodo. "It's your turn Sam! Time for step one!"
Suddenly, Sam's head swum with a million thoughts. How could he say he was gay when he was not? But how would he ever get better without admitting it? But no! He was fine, he was fine………
But then his thoughts rushed back to what his friends had said. How kissing Rosie, or any other girl, made him feel nothing inside, with the exception of utter disgust. And when he had lain with a lass, for his first time, he felt nothing. None of passion, or the pleasure that the other lads had gone on about, boasting how many lasses they'd done. His heart had not rejoiced, or been filled with love and warmth, as he imaged, all he got was a hangover the next morning from all the ale he had to drink before he could even imagine she was pretty. And cooking and gardening, he did love those. Farming was all right, but he especially liked it when he worked with other lads in the fields. When they took their shirts off, their strong, tanned chests heaving as they worked, sweat shining in the………
No! NO! He could not………he could not………
Sam looked up at the faces in front of him, desperately searching for some kind, any kind of answer. But all he could she was the small body of Frodo, his eyes closed and his head hung. Hadn't he just been thinking about how beautiful he was?
no……no……no……no……no……no……no……no………
"I'm a homosexual" Sam whispered in disbelief, numb in a state of shock. "I'm a homosexual" he repeated a bit louder. "I'm a homosexual!" he finally shouted, bursting into tears. The whole group (prompted by Glorfindel) stood, and pulled him intro a hung as his body was wracked with sobs.
"Valar, they were right" he whispered after everyone had left, still sobbing alone in the chair. "They were all right"
It was true. He was really gay. But he was determined to fight it………almost.