Title: After the Destruction
Author: Celebsul
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Pairings: Sam/Frodo
Rating: NC17
Summary: Let's face it, we all know what *really* happened on that
rock after the Ring's destruction. How can Sam and Frodo keep their
hobbit hands off of each other?
Archive: Ask me first, please.
Feedback: Flame me! It was my first NC17 story though, so I know its
not awesome.
Disclaimer: I don't own these hobbits though I just wish I did. When I
feel like writing I borrow them, then give them back to Mr. J. R. R.
Tolkien.

A/N: If you don't like sex stories, please read something else, or go
somewhere else. This story contains graphic sex between males.

/ This is a thought/
"This is speech, obviously!"

Frodo lay curled in Sam's arms, he remembered the Shire.

"Sam…I remember the Shire…at this time of the year, the grass would be
long and green and there would be fruit on the trees in the orchard,"
he said. Sam nodded and added, "And Rosie Cotton all dressed pretty…if
I was to ever marry, I'd marry her. She'd be the one I'd marry…" Sam
began to sob. Frodo patted his back. He realized what he had been
suffering from all along. It wasn't just the ring. / I love Sam. But
he loves Rosie…/

"Though, Mr. Frodo, I love you…and Rosie… I never admitted my feelings
before…but I ought to right now, at the turning of the world," Sam
whispered.

"Sam… I love you too… I am glad you are with me, here at the end of
all things," Frodo replied.  Sam glanced at him shyly. Frodo felt it
was time to act. / It's now or never, I should think. / Sitting up, he
enveloped Sam's lips in a lusty kiss. Sam reacted immediately, hands
caressing Frodo's back. He hesitated, and after a moment, unlaced
Frodo's tunic and stroked his chest. Frodo did likewise with Sam's,
and they unlaced the rest of their clothing.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked. /I don't
want you to do something you'll later regret…if there is a later. /

"Yes, dear Sam. I have waited very long for this," Frodo replied.

Sam reached down, stroking Frodo's already-erect cock. A thin bead of
pearly fluid leaked out.

"Not yet, Mr. Frodo," Sam said, smiling mischievously. He paused,
letting Frodo massage his hard-on. After a moment, Sam resumed to
Frodo's erection. Instead of petting it though, he licked it, and
kissed it. He fondled it with his tongue until Frodo came undone,
filling Sam's mouth with his seed. Sam swallowed it, ever eager to
please his Mr. Frodo. 

Frodo realized this gift and sat by Sam, covering Sam's hobbit-hood in
kisses. He teased him with his tongue and fingers, rubbing, caressing,
and kissing until Sam came. Frodo looked into Sam's eyes. It was time.
Sam shifted, and Frodo covered his fingers with his seed. Sam got down
onto his hands and knees, kneeling on the discarded cloaks. Frodo's
finger entered him, stretching him. Frodo added another finger to try
to ensure no pain when he entered. Deeming him ready, Frodo encased
his cock with a lubricant of come.

"Please…now," begged Sam, waves of pleasure sweeping through him.
Frodo obliged. He slowly eased himself past the guardian ring, inside
Sam's ass, stopping when he was enclosed to the hilt. He thrust in and
out, brushing Sam's sweet spot, sending waves through both lovers.
When Frodo came, Sam felt the stimulation against his prostate and
came. Both hobbits gasped and smiled at each other.

"That was an eye opener and no mistake..." Sam panted. Frodo agreed.
Clothing themselves once more, they fell asleep in each other's arms.
No one would ever know of the loving, randy moment shared on a barren
rock surrounded by molten lava…their secret was kept and smiled at for
the rest of the hobbit's lives.

The End