Title: "His Sam"
Author: Jean 
Author's E-mail: frodo0_0eyes@yahoo.com
Pairing: Frodo/Sam
Rating: R
Summary: Frodo wants to get to know his shy gardener a bit better. 
Disclaimer: I do not own Frodo or Sam or Bag End, Tolkien has it all!
Author's Note: This is a sweet little story. I just sat down and it all came out in a rush. Oh, and by 
the way, in my stories, Sam is cute. Sean Astin is all nice and well, and no offense to him, but I've 
always imagined Sam as short, sweet, and cute. It's just my image of him, so anyway, enjoy the 
story! There may be sequels in the future! 

His Sam

Frodo sat at his study table, but instead of looking at his books, he was staring off into space. He 
couldn't concentrate on anything other than the hobbit outside, in his garden. Samwise Gamgee, 
Sam, for short. Frodo had harbored feelings for Sam since he'd "come of age." Things had slowly 
changed, looked different, in his eyes. Sam was no longer just the gardener, he was someone Frodo 
wanted to get to know better. 

Mentally, as well as physically. Sam was not lacking in looks. His golden curls complemeted his 
tanned skin and his slim, muscular build. His dark brown eyes told of hidden qualities and thoughts 
that were secret to everyone else. Frodo longed to know of the "hidden Sam." And he wasn't 
planning on sharing with anyone else. 

* * * * *

Sam was working in the garden of Bag End, when he looked up and saw Frodo looking out his 
window and staring at him. Frodo disapered when he noticed that he'd been discovered. Sam 
continued working, but this time hid himself in the tall flowers, so he wouldn't be so easily spotted 
again. He'd been confused by Frodo's actions, lately. He'd been acting most peculiar around Sam. 

But Sam knew better than to question his betters. He only hoped that Frodo wasn't displeased with 
him. He liked working for Frodo. Sam was a shy hobbit, and didn't say much to anyone. He thought 
a great deal about many different things, but was always self-concious talking about his thoughts 
and feelings with anyone. But Frodo always seemed interested in what Sam had to say, and often 
tried to encourage the younger hobbit into conversations. Sam hoped he wouldn't be fired. He 
couldn't think of anything he'd done wrong. 

* * * * *

That evening, Frodo had invited Sam to dine with him, finally working up courage to reach this 
point. He could stand it no longer. He was always thinking of Sam, and could never concentrate on 
anything else for more than five minutes. He had to make the first move, while he had the 
opportunity. His longing left an ache inside of him. He watched as Sam nervously pushed food 
around on his plate, not very hungry. Frodo found himself staring at Sam's lips. The pink curves 
facinating him. He wanted to know what they would taste like. 

Suddenly, he noticed Sam was giving him a confued and very naive look. "Um, Mr. Frodo...I was 
wondering...why did you ask me here tonight? Did I do something wrong?"

"No! No, of course not. Why would you ever think that, Sam?" Frodo asked, concerned. 'Quite the 
opposite.' 

"Oh, no reason..." Sam trailed off, looking away. Frodo examined his profile, while his head was 
turned. 'He's so sweet, in his innocence.' 

"The reason I asked you here, Sam," Frodo began. "Is because I have something to confess to you." 

Sam was slightly unnerved by Frodo's insistent stare. His blue eyes looked as though they were 
trying to read his thoughts and search his very soul. He wasn't used to such attention being directed 
toward him. He traced patterns onto the palm of his hand, nervously. 

Frodo leaned closer to Sam as he continued. "I want you, Sam. I have strong feelings for you. I've 
had them for quite some time. I want to be with you. I want you to live here with me, and be my 
lover, no longer my servant." 

Sam sat there, shocked at Frodo's revelation. "Oh!" was all he could think of to say. He'd never 
expected this. So that explained all the weird behaviour, the frequent stares, and awkward silences. 
It all became clear. Sam had always liked Frodo more than any other hobbit he'd met. Frodo was 
kind and understanding, and the only other hobbit who'd ever seemed interested in what Sam was 
thinking about. Sam had began to open up to Frodo. But he never knew that Frodo's feelings ran 
this deep. He'd heard tales of lads who prefered other lads; and heard rumors about those that were 
that way, but he'd never suspected Frodo felt that way. And about him! He didn't know what was so 
special about himself. He wasn't even sure about wether he preferred guys or not. He wasn't of age 
yet, and hadn't made a permanent decision. 

Frodo knew this, but he couldn't help himself. He leaned over the table and kissed Sam, lightly. 
Their lips brushing each other softly. Sam was startled but didn't break it off right away. Frodo 
smiled to see that he was blushing slightly, making him even cuter. Frodo leaned in again, but Sam 
was rather flustered and stood up. "I...I sh-should be g-going home now, I think," he stammered, 
making his way to the front door. Frodo was out of his seat in an instant, and blocking Sam's way 
to the door. 

"No!" He said firmly. "Please don't leave. I know you felt a connection, too! I want you to stay," he 
added in a low voice, stopping Sam with his intense stare. Sam trembled as Frodo backed him up 
against a wall. He pressed his body up against the younger hobbit, making him gasp at the contact. 

"Shh," Frodo soothed him, bringing their mouths together again. He slowly eased Sam's mouth 
open, his tounge traveling the warm interior. 

Sam was overwhelmed by this rush of emotions he was feeling. He found hhis body reacting in a 
most unusual way. He was feeling tingly and warmer and there was a longing, an ache that hadn't 
been there before. He found himself pressing his body closer to Frodo's and tentatively moving his 
tounge in his mouth. The corners of Frodo's lips turned up in pleasure at Sam's reactions. 

But he pulled away, leaving Sam cold and making him sigh, breathless. Frodo led Sam down the 
hall, keeping a firm grip on his wrist, in case he tried to escape again. Sam followed him as if in a 
dream. He didn't realize where he was until he was in Frodo's bedroom, and Frodo had locked the 
door, preventing any possible escape. 

Sam was suddenly nervous again, not exactly sure what would happen next. Frodo smiled at him, 
mischieviously, and cut the distace between them once more. He gently pushed Sam down on the 
bed, ignoring his protests. He nipped at Sam's ear, then trailed down to his neck. He bit him there, 
not enough to make blood but enough so that a red mark showed where his teeth had been. 
Frodo began undoing the buttons on Sam's shirt, holding his hands, to stop him from moving away. 
When it was completely removed, he kissed his way down Sam's slender build, leaving wet trails 
with his tounge. Sam gasped and arched, with every movement. Frodo's own shirt seemed to 
disapear, as well. 

But when Frodo tried to undo Sam's trousers, Sam was a little freaked and tried to twist out from 
under Frodo. But Frodo was having none of this. He kept Sam firmly pinned underneath himself as 
he slid Sam's pants off his legs. Sam was red with embarresment at this extremely unusual 
situation. He honestly didn't know what to expect. Frodo got rid of his own pants, and moved his 
body into position just over Sam's. 

He entered slowly, soothing him when he cried out at the initial pain. Soon, though that pain turned 
to pleasure, as Frodo began to move inside, and Sam felt as though he was on the brink of a 
revelation. They moved together, as though they were one being. Frodo couldn't believe it was 
already happening, and it felt so good, so right. Sam was thinking similar thoughts. 
They saw stars burst like flowers in their minds eye as they climaxed together. They relaxed and 
Frodo slipped out slowly, not really wanting to leave, relishing the feeling of being inside Sam, 
being so near him. He brushed stray golden curls aside Sam's forehead. Sam snuggled up closer to 
him, a little shy of what had happened, but happy, nonetheless. Frodo smiled fondly at his young 
lover and wrapped his arms around him, holding him close. He wasn't going to let him get away, he 
thought, as he traced the red bite mark on his neck. He was going to make sure that Sam stayed 
with him, no matter what. With that thought, he soon fell into the same dreamy sleep that Sam did a 
few moments ago.