Title: Close
Author: Jean
Author's E-mail: frodo0_0eyes@yahoo.com
Pairing: Frodo/Sam
Rating: R
Summary: Frodo loves being close to Sam.
Disclaimer: Tolkien created them, I just play with them. They don't mind it. No harm done. And 
I'm so broke, you'd better believe I'm not making any money off of this. 
Author's Note: Sam is cute and sweet. No wonder Frodo loves him! And if anyone's confused, 
Sam basically looks nothing like the movie version in this story. No offense to Sean Astin, he's 
great! Check out my other fic, "His Sam." Ciao!
 
"Close"

Frodo stared down into the coffee in his cup. It was a nice shade of brown. Much like Sam's 
eyes. It seemed that everything reminded him of the young gardener these days. 
Right now, the object of his thoughts-and desires-was out in the garden somewhere, tending to 
the flowers and plants. 

Frodo sighed in frusration. He'd been fighting the thoughts and urges for too long, and it was 
taking a toll on him. 

He'd only just realized his feelings toward his friend over the past month had grown into 
something more than friendship. He cared for Sam, the young hobbit was sweet and innocent 
and Frodo greatly enjoyed his company. But he had begun to notice Sam's body in a new way, 
that he'd never noticed before.

* * * 

Sam had always been a little chubby as a child, which was not so strange as all hobbits usually 
are, with a few, such as Frodo, being an exception. 

But Sam had changed. He'd gone away to visit some relatives on the other side of the shire in 
the spring, and it was only when he was gone, did Frodo suddenly realize the extent of his 
feelings. 

Sam's cousins were a ruff and tumble sort, and he'd spent many a time playing out of doors 
and having adventures. He loved his time with them, because he could be free from work and 
from the restraints of behaving around his betters. He hadn't noticed the change in himself, but 
Frodo certainly did. 

He'd slimmed down considerably, now sporting a smaller build with the added element of 
darkened skin, due to much exposure to the sun. This had a lovey contrast with his golden 
curls that fell about his face in a most delightful way. His eyes were framed by long eyelashes 
that gave him a bashful look when he lowered his lids.

His female cousins had taken him as their subject of experimentation. They had made him 
exercise more and taught him their beautifying tricks. He was rather embaressed by all the 
attention, but he loved his family and he was so sweet-natured, it was easy for him to be taken 
advantage of. They felt they were doing him a service because when he was younger, he had 
been insecure about himself, and they wanted him to be happy. 

But none of them ever thought that the results would be so grand. He himself, couldn't see the 
changes, being somewhat naive. But he had noticed that the lasses-and even a few lads-began 
to look at him in a new way. He really didn't give it much thought at the time.

* * *

Done with his work in the garden for the day, Sam decided he should go and say good-bye to 
Frodo before heading home for the night. 

Frodo's head jerked up at the soft knocking on the door. Knowing immediately who it was, he 
leapt to his feet, and ran to answer it. 

"Sam." He said, when the door had been opened. A sharp intake of breath entered his mouth 
as he took in the sight before him. All summer he had wanted nothing more than to touch that 
tanned skin, run his fingers through that hair, kiss those cherry lips...

"I'm done for the day, Mr. Frodo, and I wanted to say good-bye before heading on home." Sam 
said, never seeing the longing in his master's eyes.

Frodo sighed sadly. "Must you go?" He asked, wistfully. He wanted Sam to stay, but he would 
never force him to. He loved the sweet little hobbit and knew that he was often wrongly taken 
advantage of. Frodo would never willingly do anything to hurt him in any way. 

"Well, I suppose I could stay for a while longer, if you want." Sam replied. Frodo was always so 
nice to him he even treated him like an equal. He always frowned whenever Sam insisted on 
calling him 'Sir' or 'Master.' Frodo insisted that they were friends, and that made Sam very 
happy, because he cared for the older hobbit, as well. 

"I want you to," Frodo's voice had taken on a husky tone that sent little shivers down Sam's 
back, but not of fear. Frodo moved aside to let Sam enter Bag End. He never stopped staring 
at the other as he closed the door firmly. 

They had dinner together, at Frodo's insistence. They talked and laughed as the sun set in the 
west. Frodo loved it when they were alone like this, Sam seemed to be more open and 
comfortable with him, without having to worry about keeping up the social barrier between 
them. 

Sam loved these times also, he could be free, like with his cousins. But ever since he'd gotten 
back, he'd noticed something different about Frodo. The elder hobbit would look at him 
differently, and sometimes Sam caught him looking out the window at him as he worked in the 
gardens. But he didn't want to ask Frodo about it, thinking he might be imagining it. 
After the dishes had been cleared, Sam moved to leave, feeling like he'd overstayed his 
welcome. Upon seeing this, Frodo made to distract him by asking if he wanted to hear one of 
Bilbo's tales of elves. 

Sam's eyes lit up at this, and eagerly agreed. Frodo smiled to himself. Sam always loved to 
hear about elves. Frodo hoped that one day Sam could meet one. 

They headed into the parlour and sat on the sofa. Sam got soon comfortable as Frodo's soft 
voice told of a love between two elves and the adventures they shared. 

"Have you ever seen any elves, Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked, dreamily. 

Frodo had half been watching the way the light of the fire flickered over Sam's features. 
Shaken out of his reverie, he quickly responded. "Yes. Several times with my Uncle Bilbo. They 
are lovely creatures." 'But not as lovely as you' he thought to himself. 

Sam stared into the fire. "I think I should like to meet one, someday." 

Frodo leaned in closer. "I can take you with me, the next time I visit them, if you'd like that." 

Sam stared at him, brown eyes widening in delight. "Really, Mr. Frodo? You'd do that? For 
me?" He leaned in and hugged Frodo, exitedly. 

Frodo smiled, enjoying the warm feel of having Sam in his arms at last. "Of course I would," he 
whispered in Sam's pointed ear. "I would do anything for you." Something inside of him caved 
then, and he couldn't help but slip his tounge between his lips and lick Sam's ear slowly. 

Sam pulled back, not sure how to respond. "Mr. Frodo, I-I don't understand,"

Frodo put his index finger to Sam's lips. "Shh, just let me explain."

Taking a deep breath, he began. "Sam, I've been feeling differently toward you for quite some 
time. I've realized that I care for you great deal, more than I think you will ever know. I love 
you, Sam. I want to be with you always, and have you close to me. But I only want it if you do 
to. I want you to be happy."

Sam sat in silence, taking all of this in. Frodo held his breath. Sam met his eyes, and a small 
smile appeared upon his lips, giving Frodo hope. "I care for you as well, Mr. Frodo. You've 
always been so kind to me. Even though I'm lower than you, you wanted to be friends. I never 
even dreamed that you could love me."

Frodo stared at him intensely. "You are not lower than me. You never have been."

Sam lowered his eyes, bashfully. Frodo tilted his chin up with his fingers. Lowering his head he 
kissed Sam's lips softly. 

Sam let out a sigh, his lips parting slightly. Frodo took this delicious opportunity to deepen the 
kiss. He slipped his tounge into Sam's sweet mouth, tasting him. 

Sam felt all warm and tingly. It was a new feeling for him, and he liked it. Liked it a lot.
Moaning Frodo gently pushed Sam down on the sofa so that the young hobbit was underneath 
him. His tounge became more insistent delving deeper into Sam's mouth. Their breathing was 
faster, and Frodo pressed his body into Sam's, rocking his hips into him. 
Sam gasped in surprise. All these new feelings overwhelmed him, and he suddenly became shy 
again. He squirmed and tried to get out from under Frodo, not realizing that this arroused 
Frodo further. 

Growling, Frodo latched his mouth to Sam's neck, sucking and nipping the soft skin that moved 
with each breath Sam took. Sam's eyelids fluttered and he made the most sinfully sweet moans 
as his neck arched into Frodo's mouth. 

"Please, Mr. ahhh! Frodo!" Frodo had nipped the skin upon hearing the 'Mr.'

"Yes, Sam?" He asked, innocently. 

Sam's eyes were half covered and they swirled with unmasked desire. "I...should be...getting 
back...it's late...and..."

"Oh no you don't Samwise Gamgee! I'm not letting you escape!" Frodo's eyes darkened, which 
made Sam melt in his arms. 

"But...where will I sleep?" Sam asked in confusion.

Laughter entered Frodo's eyes as he stood up, and pulled Sam to his feet. "You shall be 
sleeping in MY bed, that is, if any sleeping is to be done tonight at all." 

Sam, realizing his meaning, blushed from his head to his toes. "You are so cute when you 
blush, you know," Frodo said. Sam feeling very embarresed at this point tried to escape Frodo's 
embrace, but Frodo wasn't having any of it. He pulled Sam down the hall till they reached his 
bedroom. Once inside, Frodo locked the door, and hid the key. 

He walked over to the nervous Sam, and with his body moved the young hobbit onto the bed. 
Laying atop him once again, Frodo tried to sooth Sam's nerves by kissing him softly all over his 
face and whispering elvish phrases into his ears, while nipping them. 

Sam soon relaxed, and smiling, Frodo slid his hands down to fiddle with the buttons of Sam's 
shirt. As each one was undone, he placed kisses over each new inch of skin that was revealed. 
Sam's chest was smooth and tanned, no hair covering it. Frodo slowly slid the shirt off and 
threw it to the floor. 

He lowered his mouth and covered one nipple with it, eliciting those little sighs of pleasure 
from Sam's sweet mouth. Frodo found himself going hot all over upon hearing them. His 
tounge rolled over the hardening nipple, and he nipped it, loving the soft moans he heard in 
response.

He soon gave the same attentions to the other nipple. Sam arched his body up into Frodo's. He 
couldn't believe this was actually happening. That he was in Frodo's bed, and Frodo was doing 
these unmentionably erotic things to his body. 

Trails of saliva followed Frodo's mouth to Sam's slim stomach. Frodo dipped his tounge inside 
Sam's bellybutton, making Sam giggle. Frodo looked up at him with a mischievious gleam in his 
eyes. 

"Are you ticklish, Samwise?"

"No," Sam squeaked, unconvincinly. 

Frodo's grin widened wickedly. "Yes you are." He reached up and began tikling Sam's stomach. 
Sam laughed and tried to twist away, but Frodo pinned him in place with his hips. 

He stopped as their erections brushed against each other, the friction gaining their attention 
rapidly. Frodo bucked his hips into Sam's wanting to feel it again. "Aahh! Frodo!" Sam was 
having a hard time concentrating on anything but Frodo's movements. He didn't even realize 
that he'd forgotten to say 'Mr.' Frodo smiled. 

He paused to take off his own shirt before he worked the laces on Sam's pants. He pulled them 
down before Sam could protest. The pants soon joined both the shirts on the floor, quickly 
followed by Frodo's pants. 

Frodo took Sam's erection into his mouth, swirling his tounge around the length. "Frodo!" Sam 
gasped in astonishment. His eyes fluttered shut. Frodo continued to bring Sam to the brink, 
licking, sometimes nipping. 

When Sam came in his mouth, Frodo swallowed as much as he could, enjoying the taste of him 
as much as he did the knowledge that he'd finally tasted what he'd been desiring for so long. 
With Sam's silver seed still glistening on his lips, Frodo slid up Sam's body and kissed him 
again, letting Sam taste himself. 

Sam was dazed, but kissed Frodo back. His tounge moved against Frodo's provocatively while 
still remaining innocent. Frodo growled in his throat, he was still very hard and needed release. 
Lifting his mouth, he turned his attention once more to Sam's nether regions. He wanted to be 
inside of Sam. 

He slipped one finger inside of Sam, then two, soon three. If Sam had been shocked at being 
in Frodo's mouth, he was even more so when Frodo finally entered him, sliding his full length 
inside. 

"Frodo! Ahh!"

"Shhh," Frodo soothed. "The pain will go away." He was still pleased that he was Sam's first 
lover. He continued to whisper softly in Sam's ear till the hobbit calmed down. Then he began 
thrusting into him. Sam rocked his body with Frodo, following the pace. "Oh, Sam! Yes!"

Breathing was harsh as they both spiraled up on the hurricane of passion. The beat of their 
bodies moved faster and faster. They reached their climax at the same time, spilling their 
seeds, and calling out each other's name. 

Frodo slid out of Sam and wrapped him in his arms. He brushed Sam's curly locks out of his 
eyes and kissed his forehead. Sam nuzzled Frodo's neck, shyly. Frodo understood. It would 
take some getting used to. Which would mean they would have to practice. Frodo smiled 
wickedly at that thought. 

Turning his attention to the hobbit in his arms, he noticed that Sam was shaking. "Sam?" He 
asked in concern. "Are you alright?" To his horror, he saw tears in Sam's eyes. "Sam? What's 
wrong?"

Sam shook his head, still shaking. 

Frodo lifted Sam's chin, but Sam lowered his eyes. "Sam, look at me." his voice was gentle but 
firm. Sam met his gaze. "Tell me what's wrong. Did I hurt you?"

Sam shook his head. "No, no. It was wonderful. It's just-it happened so fast...and I...what will 
my Gaffer say? He'll disown me! I'll be cast out!" Sam buried his face into Frodo's chest again.
Frodo held him close. "He doesn't have to know. No one has to know. I'll keep you safe. I'll 
protect you. I love you, you know."

"I know," Sam whispered. "I love you, too. Thank you."

Frodo licked the tears off of Sam's face. "I like you like this," his voice had gone husky once 
more. "So close to me. You should stay over every night." Sam giggled, tracing patterns on 
Frodo's chest. "Oh, maybe," he teased.

Frodo grinned. "If you don't come willingly, I'll have to track you down!" 

"Is that a promise?" Sam blushed at his unusual boldness.

"You bet."

The tired hobbits soon drifted off to sleep, limbs still intertwined. 

* * *

Sam woke to the feel of the sun on his face and something wet on his ear, while several things 
tickled his chest and stomach. He frowned and opened his eyes. 

Frodo's hands were moving about his chest and stomach, while his tongue was on his ear, with 
the occasional nip. 

Seeing that Sam was awake, Frodo momentarily stopped his atentions and focused on Sam's 
face. "Are you all right? Did you sleep well?" 

"Yes, I'm fine," Sam said. 

"Good." Frodo leaned forward to kiss Sam's lips again. Sam returned the kiss, still surprised 
that last night had actually happened. 

Frodo bucked his hips into Sam, who moaned ever so softly. "You up for another round?" He 
asked, licking Sam's lips with the tip of his tounge. 

"Now?" Sam asked, incredulous.
 
"Mmm-hmm," Frodo mumbled. "I could make love to you again, and again, and again." And he 
did.

Jean