Reunion, A continuation of the "Bad Judgment" series, including lessons 
learned and practice makes perfect…Sam and Frodo consummate their 
love. 
Rated: NC-17 for graphic sexual content, slash   
Pairing: F/S 
By:  Mithriltoering 
note...its been a long time "coming", but by request of the readers another 
chapter, finally. 
 
Two days, two days, he'd been rattling around the Smial alone for nearly 
two whole days.  Merry and Pip had left him after their latest "lessons".  
The first day had not been so bad it was nice to have his home to himself 
after the raucous entertainment his two cousins had provided.  He honestly 
also needed the rest; the two were insatiable.  
 
So it had been four days since Sam and Rosie had left him, four days since 
he and Sam had…Frodo sighed and closed his eyes recalling the night that 
Sam had touched him in a way new and exciting to him; the way he'd 
always dreamed of.  He felt the stir of excitement within himself and 
smiled and opened his eyes.   
 
They were due home today; sometime today he'd see them again.  He'd 
barely had time to speak with Rosie the following morning.  He'd been so 
smitten with Sam that all else had been a blur.  The realization that they 
were going away for a few days had been an unexpected blow.  It was 
some how different now with the new intimacy between them, their newly 
proclaimed love sweet and tender in his mind.  But Samwise had the love 
of two hobbits and both must be happy…Frodo knew Rosie had 
encouraged what had happened between Sam and himself but still, Sam 
needed the reassurance that all was well between them.   
 
His mind strayed into a daydream.  He reclined comfortably on the small 
couch by the fire thinking, hoping wishing.  He licked his lips 
unconsciously thinking of the hot tenderness of Sam's lips upon his own.  
The memory was vivid and stirred his passion further.  Frodo groaned as 
his hand drifted and found his hardening shaft.  "Later", he promised, 
"wait for Sam."  His voice was husky with desire even to his own ears and 
he wondered for the thousandth time when Sam would be home.  He 
dozed off wondering… 
 
The warm lips upon his own were familiar yet new with discovery and 
desire.  Frodo did not at first even stir to respond; so gentle were the 
touches and the warm heat that was spreading through him.  It was the 
weight of another over him that told him he was no longer dreaming.  
When his straining shaft met with an answering hardness his eyes flew 
open even as the deep resonant moan left his chest, his hips pressed 
upward searching for more, oh, so much more.   
 
"Sam"…  
 
"Yes, Frodo …I'm back."  He pressed his lips against his again nipping 
and soothing with gentle licks.  "Oh Frodo, When I think of all the time 
I've wasted…"   
 
"Don't think about that Sam."  Frodo pushed Sam up to sitting and 
followed to his lap straddling him, taking control of the kiss pressing his 
lips tightly to his loves until it hurt.  "All things in their own time, Sam, 
we've wasted nothing.  Now is our time, no regrets."   
 
Sam smiled and then laughed.  "That's what Rosie said too."    
 
"Ah Rosie, where is she Sam, a gem amongst Hobbit wives."   Well me 
dear, it seems Rosie has decided it is our time also.  According to her it is 
our time to be alone for a few days and learn each other so to speak, 
though what I don't know about you already, I can't say."   
 
Frodo grinned broadly, she is a gem, he thought.  He could think of quite a 
few things that Sam did not know about him.  He had not been very open 
about his private thoughts.  I'll tell you a few things you may not know 
Sam, if you'll let me.  "Say for instance"…he lowered his voice and 
whispered just next to Sam's face allowing his breath to gently stir the hair 
in front of Sam's ear. " I have dreamed of this moment since before you 
were old enough to give 'us' a second thought.  That your hair, blowing in 
the wind gives me chills, the thought of you sweating and shirtless in my 
garden takes my breath away and sends heat rushing to other parts of me.  
Sam groaned aloud and shifted under Frodo.  "Go on", he whispered.    
 
Frodo smiled and kissed his eyes closed, "yes Samwise I will continue. I 
have dreamed of you touching me, bringing me pleasure and I to you, in as 
many situations as you could possibly imagine.  I've had to pull myself 
deeper into my books and journals just to stay sane.  I've listened to you 
and Rosie make love and wished I could join you…I've pleasured myself 
listening to the two of you come together.  And that my dearest is just a 
small sampling of my mind…would you like the list of things I'd like to 
do to you now?"   
 
"No."   
 
Frodo looked at him in surprise, almost hurt.   
 
"What?"   
 
"I said no me dear, I think I can figure that out on my own." With that 
Sam stood taking Frodo with him, They clung together for a moment and 
then Sam slid Frodo slowly down his body reveling in the pressure against 
his rigid shaft.  He captured Frodo's mouth in a kiss yet again.  "This is our 
night," He murmured into his hair, "and before I'm through there will be 
naught that I don't know."  Sam held Frodo to him their hips pressed 
together, with his other hand he pulled at Frodo's shirt.  He pulled the shirt 
tale out and slid his hands hot and seeking up to his master's chest, his 
fingers searching then finding what he sought.  Frodo arched and moaned 
his eyes drifting closed; Sam rubbed the stiffening peaks, encouraged by 
Frodo's reaction.   
 
Too much material separated them.  Sam with a sudden urgency tore at 
Frodo's fine shirt, the buttons gave way easily and he bent his head to 
tease at the erect nubs with his lips and tongue.  Frodo's mind was awash 
with fire, from there it spread through him, his entire body would combust 
he knew it.  He gasped and writhed under Sam's hands, mouth and 
tongue.  It seemed Sam touched him everywhere excepting where he most 
desired.  In desperation he moaned out Sam's name followed by a husky 
whispered, "please".    
 
Sam stopped what he was doing and stilled his racing impulses, pausing 
for a moment catching his breath.  Frodo looked at him, sweat glistening 
on his face strong hands now in front of him fiddling with his own shirt.   
 
"What Frodo, what is it?"   
 
"Sam, I want…"he paused, unsure how exactly to say it. "More".   
 
"Of course you do sir."   
 
"Sam, please." his voice dropped very low and sad, "please don't call me 
that, not now."   
 
Sam looked confused then it dawned on him what he had said and he took 
Frodo in his embrace again.  "I am that sorry love, old habits die hard so to 
speak, forgive me I meant naught by it.  Now my dearest love, tell me 
what you want."   
 
"Oh Sam, I need, I don't know how to explain it.  When you were a tween 
did you ever have a playmate?"   
 
"Most certainly Si…. Love, of course I did."   
 
"Well, Sam I didn't."   
 
"I know that well enough too me dear."   
 
"How?  Oh, never mind why am I surprised?  Anyway Sam, did you ever 
…do you know how the two of us would…OH Bother."  He blushed 
brightly and Sam smiled at the rush of love he felt for his dear friend. 
 
  "If your asking if I know how to take care of things between us 
Ssss…my love.  I've not done it myself but I am sure I can figure it out.  
I've heard enough talk amongst the lads."   
 
"Sam that's not quite what I am concerned with and yes I want that surely 
and soon.  It is what I wish to do; "to" you, that's worrying me now."  
Frodo felt his cheeks flame still brighter, "why was this so difficult?  I 
want you Sam, would you let me, take you that way?" the words rushed 
from him in his apprehension. 
 
Sam swallowed, this was a delightful development, he'd never figured 
Frodo to be aggressive like this, of all the times he had imagined this 
scenario, never had he played that part.  Always in his mind he'd been 
buried to the hilt inside his loves tightness.  A thrill took him and surged 
through him centering in his throbbing hardness.  "Yes" he choked, 
"Please… Frodo love."  
 
A dream, it was all a dream, this could not be real, could not be finally 
happening.  He stood before Sam who had become suddenly passive.   
Frodo reached for Sam's buttons and gently stripped him of his shirt, and 
then reached for his breeches, quickly dropping them to the floor.  Sam 
stepped out of his clothing and Frodo led him off to his room.   
 
Frodo's erection was straining, taut against his own clothing but he dare 
not remove his normally comfortable breeches yet, he needed some time 
to get things ready.  He'd not forget the lessons he'd learned.  "Lie down 
Sam".   
 
Sam obeyed him without question, Frodo never "ordered" him to do 
anything, even in the course of business and his work, Frodo always 
asked.  The tone he had taken with him was new and commanding, but 
Sam would have done what he asked no matter how it was said.  He was 
however curious, he knew Frodo talked a good tale with his cousins but 
also knew that this Hobbit whom he loved more than life itself had not 
often been "loved", he had little experience in the ways of Love or his 
name was not…Sam's thoughts were cut short as Frodo stroked his long 
gentle fingers along his shaft.  He cried out at the surging pleasure that 
suddenly took him.  
 
"Oh Eru, how will I ever last." Frodo thought to himself as Sam's reaction 
to just this gentle touch threatened his control.  Just the sensation of Sam's 
hardness twitching in his palm, the sound of his voice crying out in 
pleasure was almost enough, almost.  Suddenly the constriction of his 
breeches became too much of an annoyance and he raised himself to his 
knees and began unfastening.  Sam sat up and grasped his hands, "let me, 
please."  Frodo groaned at the seduction in that voice, how could he 
refuse, he simply nodded and let his arms hang down to his sides.  
 
Sam worshipfully unbuttoned then uncovered his prize.  For this he had 
prayed, hoped and longed for, not just this physical heat and longing but 
this even deeper connection to this one that he held dearer than his own 
life.  Frodo's shaft jutted out before him, he'd only been fortunate enough 
to see him like this a few times. Once on accident years ago before the 
quest and then again four days ago when he took his beloved in his hands.  
He looked at him closely, lovingly the desire burning brightly and 
obviously in his eyes.  The first time he'd seen Frodo in this state had 
never left his mind.  Indeed it was burned in his memory and had been a 
frequent catalyst for his own self-pleasuring activities and Frodo had never 
even known he'd seen him.  He thought back to that day so long ago…   
 
He'd seen him in the clearing, actually he'd followed him for he didn't care 
to let Frodo wander alone, Bilbo was not long gone after his magnificent 
party and Frodo was and had been withdrawn.  He tried to help; he stayed 
about BagEnd late fiddling with this or that.  He doted on his master, and 
tried to help him through his loneliness but nothing seemed to work.  
When Frodo had taken his shirt off Sam wondered, and when the breeches 
and underclothing followed Sam was transfixed.  His first sight of Frodo's 
naked arousal had sent shudders through him, made him feel things he'd 
not thought of before and made him realize he wanted Frodo for more than 
his master.  He'd watched him lie down in the clean late fall grass under 
the trees the shade dancing across his features, tears trickled passively 
down his cheeks.  He heard him whisper but could not make out the 
words, he saw him wipe the tears away and smile.  Watched with a dry 
mouth and throat as the long fingers splayed across his abdomen then 
circled gently lower avoiding the hardening shaft only to trace along his 
thighs.  Sam watched as the scene played out before him and before he 
knew it he was pressing into his own hand in time with Frodo's smooth 
swift strokes.  He bit into his hand to stifle his cry as he came into his 
breeches as he watched Frodo's own seed pulse onto his bare skin, his 
breath gasping his skin flushed his body finally relaxed.  Sam had longed 
to go to him to lie with him, comfort him. Instead he staggered away on 
wobbling knees and made his way back to his home.  The vision had never 
left him…  
 
"Sam, what are you thinking?"  He looked up into the eyes of his fantasy 
and smiled.   
 
"Honestly?"   
 
"Well of course, honestly" Frodo smiled at the wonder on Sam's face.  
 
"I was thinking of the first time I ever saw the likes of this, tis not a sight 
I'd soon forget.  Oh Frodo do you know how long I have wanted to do this, 
to have the right to do this, to be more than just your servant, more than 
your friend and companion…how long I've wanted…" His next words 
were muffled as he took the glistening tip of the lovely shaft into his 
mouth. He moaned in satisfaction and thrilled at Frodo's cry of surprise 
and pleasure.   
 
Mind-numbing, that was all that Frodo knew, mind numbing pleasure 
erasing fears and worries that had no place in this beautiful moment.  All 
the years he feared what Sam would think, that Sam would pack up and 
leave his employ if he knew only a fraction of what he felt for him.  And 
now he was securely in the embrace of his dearest fantasy, he could feel 
his rough hands on the smooth soft skin of his buttocks the wet heat of his 
mouth surrounding him, working him close to release, to that place where 
he knew there would be no return.  He tried to command himself to stop 
the thrusting of his hips, but Sam pressed him deeper into the depths of his 
mouth.  And Frodo knew there was no hope, the blinding pleasure 
pounded him like waves upon the beach, eroding all his control sending 
him into the surf to be swept away by the tide.  He heard Sam's groaning 
acceptance of his seed even as he felt the waves.  Sam only moaned and 
stroked him gently until he was spent and sated, his breath in ragged gasps 
as Sam continued to suckle his softening flesh.   
 
"Oh Eru", he was hard, harder than he could ever recall, he felt that he 
could spill if he could but thrust just one time against his beautiful Frodo.  
And then with startling reality he realized he could do just that and that 
this was most likely the best course for them both.  Take the edge off the 
passion and then return to enjoy a slow build up of the heat yet again, 
Frodo would still get what he wanted, they now had a life time to show 
each other how much it was they indeed loved each other.  'Oh Frodo, 
Sam groaned and pressed him back into the mattress.  He slid his taut flesh 
along the crease of Frodo's thigh lightly and shuddered, then with abandon 
he thrust and groaned loudly, spilling his seed upon his beloveds flesh.  
All along Frodo whispered to him inflamed him and kissed him as he 
came.  It was a dream, to good to be true and yet the evidence was a 
cooling stickiness between them.   
 
"Well, that's not exactly what I had in mind, Sam."  
 
"I know me dear, I am that sorry I couldn't wait tis all.  In a bit I am sure 
we can get back to the real business, so to speak, with out so much rush."   
 
"Your right Sam, it wouldn't have lasted.  I'd most likely have lost it in the 
preparations, so to speak.  So I think I may start on those now."   
 
Sam's curiosity was peaked he had to ask, now that the edge of urgency 
was gone he could think and he wondered.    
 
"Frodo?"   
 
"Yes Sam."   
 
"How is it you know what, to do?  That is to say, you just finished telling 
me how you never had any playmates and all."   
 
"Merry."  He blushed Brightly at his short clipped answer.   
 
"Buckland, ah that explains it then…"   
 
"Your not angry are you Sam?  I never thought I'd ever be with you and I 
confided in Merry, and well he and Pip were kind enough to include me in 
some of their play."   
 
Sam chuckled, "Oh now, there is a picture, the three most eligible 
bachelors in the shire all hold up in bed together.  Not to mention the three 
best looking lads I know."   
 
"Sam! I was serious."   
 
"So am I me dear."  Sam buried his mouth against Frodo's neck, nuzzling 
and nipping, his skin hot and salty.  Sam felt his desire flare again his 
member twitching eagerly.  
 
Frodo felt it also; the gently swelling flesh pressed against his thigh and 
sent waves of heat through him as well.  It would be sometime before he 
was hard enough to penetrate Sam as he so wanted to but in the meantime 
he'd make himself useful, by the time he was ready Sam would be 
begging, pleading throbbing ...Frodo groaned at his thoughts, "Sam, turn 
over love."   
 
Sam complied and he felt Frodo reach across his back and then return 
behind him.  Frodo's hardening shaft now rested lightly against him.  He 
felt the sudden warmth of oil pouring and trickling into the cleft of his 
buttocks, and Frodo gently rocking against him.  Fingers, rubbing, 
pressing, prodding seeking, and finding…a deep guttural moan from 
Frodo as he found what he sought and slipped easily into the wet heat of 
his lover.   
 
He moaned deep in his chest as one finger slid home deeply slowly 
stretching as he remembered, then another.  He felt the throbbing of Sam's 
heat and his own, building, waiting building, hips held still by a will of 
steel.  Sam's cries of desire were breaking through his concentration 
begging him to do this thing that they both needed so much.  Three fingers 
thrust forcefully with ease now and his hips followed suit.  But he still had 
to find 'that' place, the one that would bring Sam the ultimate in pleasure.  
Stoking down, deeper, down a bit more… Sam's cry rent the air…   
 
He'd wondered what it was about this that sounded so good.  What it was 
that made his heart race to think of it.  It felt good, but anything that Frodo 
did felt so very good.  Then suddenly all questions were erased banished 
by the sudden flash of near orgasmic pleasure, then again as Frodo 
repeated what ever it was he had just done.  "Oh Frodo, Don't, Stop, stop, 
oh god I'm going to…. Frodo pulled free of Sam although it felt wrong to 
arrest his pleasure, so near to fulfillment.  Sam's responding moan of loss, 
prompted him to apologize.  His voice was husky as he moved to position 
himself.  He shuddered as he applied more oil to his now throbbing 
member.  Sam, oh my Sam, this is for you love.  Frodo placed the swollen 
tip against Sam's waiting heat and in one smooth barely controlled stroke 
pressed himself into his love.  He gasped at the tight constriction of 
muscles surrounding him.  He cringed at Sam's gasp of pain, but 
remembered to reach around him to stroke him until the muscles relaxed.  
Frodo felt him loosen his hold, he slowly pulled back and Sam cried out.  
"NO!" MORE, please…And Frodo thrust fully into him, encased his tight 
heat, he'd never known such ecstasy.  "Sam…my Sam."  And he was 
gone, into the waves once more, though he lasted longer than he expected, 
He thrust deeply, over and over and he felt Sam clench around him as he 
came inside his lover for the first time.  
 
Sam had never felt anything such as this, the waves of pleasure were more 
than he could bear, there was no way to control it, the pounding created 
shocks of pleasure through him and sent him spiraling, gone in to the 
joyous abyss of pleasure, now known as Frodo.  He cried out his name as 
he came into his loves hand, he felt the throbbing inside him and knew as 
Frodo cried out with him that they had come together.  They collapsed 
side-by-side in each others arms and slept dreaming of pleasures fulfilled 
and fantasies to come.