Title: First Time Author: Angelwings Author’s e-mail: agslevel4@aol.com Pairings: Frodo/Sam, Rosie/Frodo/Sam implied Summary: Love is revealed when Frodo needs Sam’s help. Rating: NC17 Author’s notes: This is based on the movies, so Rosie & Sam are not living in Bag End. Rosie stirred in her sleep, awakened by some inner alarm. “Sam,” she murmured, slowly opening her eyes and blinking at the light from the fireplace. The space beside her was empty. Rosie closed her eyes again and sighed. She knew where Sam was. Somehow he always knew when Frodo needed him – whether it was a gardening or cleaning task that needed to be done, or in the middle of the night when the nightmares of Weathertop and Mordor returned. Sam had told Rosie before they married that his first loyalty lay with Mr. Frodo, and she understood why, but still … sometimes, in the middle of the night, she wished that she had *all* of her husband’s heart, instead of just half. Rosie sighed again. She knew Sam would be back, so she resigned herself to wait for his return. * * * * * * Frodo tossed feverishly in his bed. Sometimes it seemed that the old wound, which had never fully healed, became infected again with an evil that would never quite die. On those nights the dreams returned and his shoulder ached, burning with a pain too deep to erase. The touch of a cool hand awoke him with a start. “Wake up, Mr. Frodo,” Sam said, gently taking Frodo’s hand. “It’s all right. Your Sam is here.” Frodo slowly sat up in bed. “You always know,” he murmured, collapsing against Sam’s chest. Sam held him close, Frodo’s feverish forehead against his neck, accepting and cooling the heat from the wounded shoulder. “I always know,” he agreed softly. “It’s kind of like I hear your voice in my head, Mr. Frodo. I don’t rightly know why, but it really don’t matter. I’m here anyway.” He gently rocked Frodo for a time, knowing from experience what type of comfort Frodo needed. After a long while, Frodo raised his head. “I love you, Sam,” he said quietly. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Sam blushed. “I love you too, Mr. Frodo. You know I do.” Frodo nodded. “Yes, Sam, I know.” On impulse he leaned up to kiss Sam’s forehead, but at the same time Sam raised his head, and their lips met briefly, Sam’s cool lips absorbing the heat from Frodo’s feverish ones. “I’m sorry, Mr. Frodo,” Sam said hastily, pulling away. “I didn’t mean – you know – I didn’t think – “ he stopped, looking miserable. “I didn’t mean to take advantage. Frodo smiled. He still felt the fever, and his shoulder still ached, but having Sam nearby reassured him that everything would be all right. He placed a finger on Sam’s lips. “It’s all right,” he whispered. “It’s all right.” Then he slowly leaned forward, allowing Sam time to move away if he desired. Sam didn’t move away. Instead, he swallowed hard, then leaned into the kiss, his heart pounding and his mind exploding with joy. He had wanted this – had dreamed of this – for such a long time, longer than he could even remember. His love for Frodo transcended everything else in his life, even his devotion to Rosie (which was considerable). He had wanted to consummate that love for what seemed like forever, but didn’t think it proper to approach a hobbit of Frodo’s standing. He was only a simple gardener, after all. How could Frodo want someone like him? Now it seemed that Frodo *did* want him, and from the passion in his kiss, it seemed that he had also wanted it for a long time. Frodo finally broke the kiss and sat straight up, then pulled the covers back invitingly. “Will you join me, Sam?” he asked softly. Sam swallowed again, nodding. Then he hesitantly asked, “Are you sure this is what you want, Mr. Frodo?” “Yes,” Frodo whispered, his hand on Sam’s arm. “I’ve wanted you for a long, long time, Sam. I just never had the courage to ask you to be my… my lover,” he finished a little awkwardly. Sam blushed crimson. “Your lover,” he repeated. “I like the sound of that.” Suddenly Frodo had a thought. “You don’t think Rosie will mind?” he asked tentatively. Sam shook his head as he climbed into bed beside Frodo. “Rosie knows I love her,” he said, “but she also knows I loved you first.” Frodo lay on his side next to Sam, his blue eyes burning with desire. The nightmares were forgotten now in the heat of love. He slowly stroked Sam’s back with his free hand, pulling him closer bit by bit. Sam reached up to touch Frodo’s dark curls, hesitantly at first, then more confidently as they began to kiss. They kissed with their mouths closed for a time, until Frodo boldly opened his mouth and ran his tongue along Sam’s lips. Sam shivered a bit at the warm, silky sensation and opened his mouth in return. Sam tasted of sunlight and rainwater, the earthiness of the ground, while Frodo was more moonlight and springs and ethereal spirits. Frodo teasingly ran his tongue along Sam’s teeth, then he began to suck on Sam’s tongue. Sam moaned, feeling the heat enveloping his body. The passion in his groin was almost painful as he pulled Frodo closer, close enough to feel his member pulsating in time with his racing heart. Frodo’s hand traveled down Sam’s back to his ass, squeezed his cheeks and stroked the crack between them. Then he moved his hand slowly across Sam’s hipbones and towards the hot bulge in his pants. Frodo broke the kiss. “Sam,” he murmured, his eyes closed as he rubbed his hand against Sam’s swollen cock. Sam kissed Frodo’s neck, moving his hips in time with the movements of Frodo’s hand. “What do you want, Frodo?” he whispered breathlessly in Frodo’s ear. Frodo didn’t answer with words, but with actions. He quickly unbuttoned Sam’s shirt, then removed his own nightshirt in one fluid movement. He kissed his way down the middle of Sam’s chest, making little circles with his tongue that sent chills up and down Sam’s spine. Finally he arrived at Frodo’s breeches and began to fumble with the strained fabric. Sam reached down to help. “There,” he said, untying the breeches just enough to slip them off. Frodo looked in wonder at Sam’s erect cock. It was the first time he had ever seen one, except his own of course. “You are wonderful,” he breathed. Then he very gently licked the head, causing Sam to groan with pleasure. “Frodo,” he gasped, his fingers entwined in Frodo’s hair. Frodo took Sam into his mouth, moving back and forth with his tongue pressed against the bulging veins on the side. Sam knew it wasn’t going to take long. His hips began to move again of their own accord, and his breath came in quick gulps. “Frodo,” he said again, then pulled out just as the waves of pleasure hit him like a brick wall. He cried out as he jerked convulsively, spilling his seed on Frodo’s chest and the sheet. Frodo held tight to Sam until it was over, then slowly moved up until they were eye to eye once more. “I love you, Sam,” he said again. “I love you more than anything.” Sam struggled to catch his breath. “Frodo, I…” he managed to get out, then paused to breathe. “I love you too,” he finished, opening his eyes to gaze at Frodo. They kissed, and Sam could taste himself in Frodo’s mouth. Frodo pulled Sam’s head to rest on his shoulder. “Just relax,” he breathed. After a few minutes, Sam raised his head. “What about you, Frodo?” he asked, having regained his powers of speech. Frodo shook his head. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “I’ve never done this before.” “Well, you did fine on me,” Sam said earnestly. Pressing his groin against Frodo’s still stiff member, he gently moved up and down. “Mmmm,” said Frodo, his eyes closed. “That feels good, Sam.” His cock was slippery already, and he knew he could easily achieve climax through this stimulation alone. But Sam had other ideas. He remembered something he had heard about in his youth. He took Frodo’s hand and placed it between his cheeks, finding the opening there. “I want you here, Frodo,” he murmured. Then he turned onto his stomach, drawing his knees up beneath him. Frodo was nervous, but determined to do what Sam wanted. Straddling Sam’s feet, he rubbed his member between the cheeks, and when everything was slippery enough he began to work his way into the opening. Sam cried out, and Frodo stopped abruptly. “I’m sorry, Sam, I – “ “It’s all right,” Sam reassured him breathlessly. “I’m all right. Keep going.” Frodo very gently began to move in and out, a little farther in this time until his entire shaft was inside Sam. “That feels so good, Sam,” he breathed, feeling Sam’s muscles clench around him. “So good. Thank you, Sam.” His breathing became harder as he pressed himself into Sam. It was a delicious feeling for both of them, but it was terribly short. Very quickly Frodo began to move faster, then his head and his groin both exploded with pleasure as he came into Sam. All too soon it was over, and Frodo went limp onto Sam’s strong back. His breathing continued to be ragged gasps that finally slowed. After a time Frodo pulled out, then stood up, swaying slightly. “Sam,” he whispered. “Let’s go clean up.” Sam nodded, standing up and holding onto Frodo, who had started to sway again. “Are you all right, Mr. Frodo?” Frodo smiled and nodded. “My Sam, always concerned,” he commented, and they walked together into the bathing room. The bathing room had a window (the bedroom didn’t) and they could see through the gauzy curtains that the sun was rising. “It’s later than I thought,” said Sam, turning on the tap for the bath. “Do you need to leave, Sam?” Frodo asked worriedly. “I don’t want to keep you from your family.” “You’re my family, too, Mr. Frodo,” Sam replied. “I’ll go home after we bathe.” Frodo nodded and tested the water with his hairy hobbit foot. “Just right,” he said, gesturing to Sam that he should get in. The bath took much longer than normal because they continued to explore each other’s bodies while they soaped and rinsed. But it was finally over, and Sam powdered and dressed himself. Then a thought occurred to him. “Why don’t you come over for breakfast, Mr. Frodo?” he asked. “Rosie won’t mind. And you won’t have to eat by yourself.” Frodo hesitated, then nodded. “Thank you for the invitation, Sam.” * * * * * * Rosie woke at daybreak and immediately realized that Sam was still gone. For a moment she felt a little alarmed – Sam had never been gone so long – but she knew Frodo would let her know if anything happened to Sam. The baby, Elanor, began to cry, and Rosie picked her up to nurse her. When she was finished Rosie carried her into the kitchen and laid her in her little wooden seat. She stoked the fire in the stove and began preparations for breakfast. Just as she was cracking the eggs, she heard the door creak open. Shortly afterward she felt someone place his hands over her eyes. “Guess who,” said her husband. It was his favorite trick. She turned around with a laugh, but the first person she saw was Frodo. Startled, she exclaimed “Mr. Frodo! What a pleasant surprise.” She picked up Elanor and handed her to Frodo. “Why don’t you play with the baby while I cook breakfast?” Frodo nodded agreement, and Sam smiled at him as if to say, *I told you so.* Rosie started to go back to the eggs, but then she realized something. Sam and Frodo both smelled alike, and Sam did not smell like his usual self. What did it mean? She wondered. She cracked another egg just as the answer popped into her head. Looking at Sam, she blurted out “You’ve been loving each other.” Sam and Frodo looked at one another, and Sam began to blush deeply. He cursed himself silently, knowing that he was giving himself away. So he decided to come clean. “Yes,” he agreed, taking Rosie in his arms. “It was the first time.” Rosie nodded thoughtfully, wondering what she should say in a situation like this. She wasn’t really surprised, since she knew how much Sam loved Frodo…. Then she smiled as an idea came to her. “All right,” she said. “But next time…would you please invite me to the party?” Sam dropped his hands, startled at her response. Then he looked at Frodo, who was smiling. Sam began to laugh, and Frodo and Rosie joined him. “Agreed,” he said through the laughter. “We’ll do just that, m’dear.”