Title: The Seduction 
Author: Mithriltoering
Pairing: F/R, F/S, M/P/F remembered
Rating: R perhaps a tiny bit o NC 17
Warning: Some het content, Rosie’s a tough lass to please
Summary: Rosie helps her two favorite Lads get together.  A follow up to 
Bad Decisions

Disclaimer: I have no right to do this with them, I make no profit but it 
sure is amusing. This is a work of fan fiction the characters belong to 
Tolkien the ideas are my own.




~~~~*The seduction


The ride home to Hobbiton seemed to last forever.  Frodo had not wished 
to leave Brandyhall and Merry and Pippin.  It seemed his education had 
just begun.  The two days he had spent with his cousins had done much to 
relax him; Frodo could not ever remember being so…He wasn’t sure what 
he was, relaxed didn’t seem to be the word for it.  He lacked a tension that 
he didn’t even know had existed until it was gone.

Merry had mentioned it; had he really been that uptight.  He thought about 
it and decided it was true.  The sexual energy he had spent over the last 
two days had taken the edge off of his nerves.  He had laughed more, and 
slept better than he had in years, thanks to his knowledgeable cousins.  
Still, he had not experienced everything; he hadn’t been quite ready to do 
everything yet, at least now he knew what could be done and how.  He had 
been missing out on a good bit of fun over the years, and he rather 
regretted it now.

Frodo shifted his seat on his pony; he tried to curb his thoughts from his 
cousins and their lessons.  Riding astride a pony was not exactly 
comfortable, and even less so with the growing hardness in his breeches.  
He thought instead of Sam and Rosie, that didn’t exactly help but he was 
anxious about seeing them again.  Would they notice anything different? 
He wondered if it were obvious, the change in him; Merry seemed to think 
so, but Merry and Pip said many things.

The trip really had been helpful in some ways though Frodo wondered 
whether it would really help in the end.  It was, after all, Sam that he loved 
and now that he knew what he was missing…Frodo shook the thought 
away, he would not approach Sam for sex, or allow him to know his true 
feelings.  He loved them both too much to ruin their marriage; he would 
have to be content with visits to and from Buckland when he needed relief 
from the “tensions”.

He looked up from his musings to find himself on the lane to the Hill.  He 
smiled as his pony turned up the familiar path.  Strider had become quite a 
navigator, thankfully since Frodo tended to daydream quite a bit.  
Suddenly he couldn’t wait to see his Sam and Rose, he had missed them.  
He tapped Striders sides with his heels, prodding him to a trot.  He pulled 
up short by the gate and hopped off, tying the pony to the fence post.  
“Rosie, Sam! I’m back.” Frodo pulled his pack off and headed to the door, 
a spring in his step his heart pounding a bit.  He thought himself foolish 
for feeling so anxious about seeing his dear friend; yet Sam knew things 
about him when no one else did.  Would he notice, would he see?

He dropped his things by the door and called again.  It was suppertime and 
Sam and Rose should have been about.  It was Sam who finally answered, 
bustling to him as he looked into the study and the sitting room.  Sam 
looked disheveled; obviously he had just thrown his clothing back on.  He 
was blushing fiercely and apologizing.  “Mr. Frodo, ummm; we weren’t 
expecting you back til tomorrow sir and well me and Rosie well we were, 
I mean to say we was in bed; if you take my meaning.” Sam ran his hands 
through his hair.

Frodo felt the stirring of a feeling he didn’t understand; if he had to name 
it he’d say envy or jealousy.  But Sam’s embarrassment served a purpose; 
any oddity in Frodo’s behavior would be attributed to embarrassment over 
catching the couple in bed. Frodo smiled at Sam, “S’all right Sam, I am 
sorry I disturbed your…evening together.  Go back to your Rosie.”  He 
said it reluctantly, though he had never wanted to keep Sam from his bride 
before, somehow now it was more difficult.

Sam stopped and looked hard at Frodo. He saw the darkness pass before 
his eyes; his face had been cheerful as he turned the corner.  Then he 
seemed to sadden before his very eyes. 

 “ Mister Frodo, Is everything all right”?

“Yes, Sam;” Frodo suddenly felt exhausted, “Go back to your love.”  He 
turned and picked up his bag.  “I’m off to bed, G’night Sam.” He walked 
to his room and softly closed the door, tears gathered in his eyes.

Sam watched as Frodo walked away.  The slump in his shoulders told him 
something was amiss; it was something he had said.  It was more than him 
walking in on him and Rose, he didn’t know what had happened in 
Buckland but Frodo was upset; Sam had to find out what was wrong with 
his master.  He returned to his room, Rosie was waiting.  He climbed onto 
the bed beside his lovely wife.  She was still glowing from their 
lovemaking, and she smiled as he kissed her softly.

“Are you alright, Sam?” she noted the soft frown on his brow.

“I dunno, Rosie; it seemed to be; then Frodo got all sullen when he talked 
to me.  He hardly even said hullo, then headed off to his room.”

“Go to him Sam, You know you want too.”

“Rose?  We’ve talked about this. I can’t, not like you mean.”
“Samwise, it’s plain as day what ails Frodo.  He loves you and you know 
it.”

“I know no such thing Rosie, you keep telling me such.  We love each 
other its true, we’ve been through so much.  I know him better than my 
own Da, or You Rose, but that don’t mean he wants me as a lover.  If I 
didn’t know better, Rosie, I’d think you were trying to get rid of me.”

“Not get rid of you my love, never; but I already share your heart with 
Frodo why not your bed.”  Rosie blushed; she and Sam had spoken of this 
before.  Sam had admitted it to her before they wed; He was an honest 
hobbit and insisted on the truth between them. He desired his master it was 
true, but he would never ruin his friendship with him.

“Go talk to him Samwise, you’ll not sleep a wink if you don’t.”

Sam knew she was right, Rosie was always right.  She loved him, and 
accepted him and his feelings for Frodo. Before Sam could think things 
through he found himself at his masters door.  He screwed himself up to 
knock; the sound of Frodo’s voice was music to him and his heart raced as 
he was invited in.

Frodo knew Sam would come, he knew he had hid his feelings poorly and 
that Sam would not let it rest. ‘Come in Sam’ he said when the expected 
knock sounded.

Sam opened the door and stuck his head in shyly.  “Frodo, can I come in?”

Frodo’s heart raced as Sam said his name with out the Mister tacked onto 
the front.  It happened more and more these days.  Sam always corrected 
himself or apologized, secretly Frodo loved it.  “He sighed, of course Sam, 
come in.”  He had changed into his nightshirt and sat in his bed with a 
book.  He was not really reading it just yet but it seemed much less 
pathetic than crying himself to sleep.

“Something’s wrong sir, don’t deny it.  You know you can’t hide naught 
from me since the quest.” Sam tried not to let his eyes wander to the open 
buttons at his master’s chest.  Frodo was a seductive vision even when he 
was not trying to be; no one knew it better than Sam; Rose however 
agreed, Mister Frodo Baggins could have any Hobbit male or female, that 
he set his mind too.

Frodo smiled at Sam’s bravery, it wasn’t that long ago when Sam would 
never have questioned him this way.  He was glad for it and wondered 
exactly what he should tell Sam. “I am just tired Sam, really.”

Sam’s lips formed a tight line; he knew there was more.  He blurted, “It’s 
me and Rosie isn’t t sir?  Are you sorry you asked us to live here with 
you?”

Frodo’s mouth hung open soundlessly.  What could he say?  These had 
been his very thoughts before he had gone away.  It wasn’t so much he 
didn’t want them in Bag End it was the torture of having them there. How 
could he explain, what could he do.

“Frodo?”

His eyes welled up with tears, “Sam, no; its not what you think.”  I love 
having the two of you with me, I love you both…very much.”

“Then what?  Did something happen in Buckland sir? Something has you 
out of sorts.”

“Well yes, something did happened in Buckland, it’s rather personal 
Sam.” The two answers were uncomfortably connected. In his mind Sam’s 
presence in Bag End and Buckland were cause and effect. 

“Frodo Baggins”

Frodo started at Sam’s tone, so irate, so angry. He looked into the eyes of 
his closest friend.

“What, in Middle Earth, is so personal that you can’t tell me?  I know I’m 
your servant, but I thought we were friends too.  I took care of you when 
you were sick, walked with you every step to Mordor.  I took care of all 
your needs Frodo, what is there that you can’t tell me?”

Frodo cringed in guilt; he had fallen back into his old ways.  It was a 
defense, Sam did know far too much about him, and treating him as his 
servant kept him at a distance. But Sam was right, almost right; he had 
taken care of most of his needs.  The one left was a dream; it had to be.  
Before he thought he had said it and wished he could take it back.  “You 
have not Sam. Not all of them.”

Sam looked stricken, and his face pierced Frodo’s heart.

“Sam, dearest Sam…I didn’t mean it, not how you think.” Frodo was out 
of his bed and clutching Sam’s hand as he tried to retreat. The pain and 
rejection on his face was horrible. “Sam no!” 

He pulled free, and left the room closing the door with a sickening thud. 
He heard also the front door open and close.  Frodo thought he would be 
sick and wondered where he had gone, when he would return, and what he 
would tell Rose.  He cried himself to sleep his heart aching as if a nazgul 
blade pierced him again.


He was cold, he was in pain; an icy agony gripped his shoulder. He could 
feel the shard working toward his heart again.  Part of his mind told him it 
was gone and yet the pain was there.  He could not deny the agony that 
gripped him.  He tossed and turned, and in his mind he was back on 
weather top fighting for his life.  “UUUGGGGHHHHHHHHH” his high 
piercing cry rent the night air.  He tossed and turned and cried out for 
mercy and he could not awaken.

Rosie heard him, She looked beside her and Sam was not there.  She 
thought; Sam has gone to him.  But when the second scream sounded she 
knew it was not so; she quickly climbed out of bed, and threw on her 
dressing gown and went to him.  She had seen Frodo sick once, that first 
spring they had returned, and she feared that she would now have to see 
him again in his agonies.

She stopped at the door fearful of what she saw.  Frodo was thrashing 
wildly calling for help and whimpering in pain. He was gripping is chest, 
even with the weak light she could see he was soaked with sweat. Sam 
was nowhere to be seen.  She overcame her fear and went to him.  “Frodo, 
Frodo” she called to him and shook his shoulders, he would not awaken 
and continued to cry out as if in great pain.  She sat crying in fear and 
bewilderment wondering where Sam was and what she should do.

Slowly, his struggles slowed and Rosie climbed on the bed with him. She 
feared for him and she loved him as part of Sam’s heart. She held him 
close pulling him up to lean against herself.  Stroking his hair back and 
whispering to him, “It’s alright Frodo luv,” she kissed his brow.  She 
continued talking to him in soft whispers as she touched his face, his 
shoulders, and his hair.  She was struck by how truly beautiful he was. She 
had never looked at him for so long, so closely.

 Rosie found herself fascinated with his features; she traced his soft, 
pouting lips.  She smiled as his lips opened slightly, and his tongue came 
out to touch her fingers, as she gently caressed his lips; so gentle she 
thought to herself; so absolutely lovely.  He was quiet and she let him rest 
back on his pillows pulling her self from behind him.  He was soaking wet 
and she thought she should change his nightshirt but thought better of it. 
Perhaps he was not ill; perhaps it was just a nightmare.  She did not leave 
him however, and his lips drew her attention yet again.  Rosie found 
herself leaning closely to his face; she could smell his sweet breath, and 
feel it blowing across her skin causing goose flesh to arise.  She had to 
kiss him and she did, She pressed her mouth against his gently, moving 
softly against him. She felt desire, something she had only felt for Sam 
before. But Frodo was in a way part of Sam.  She started to pull away 
when she felt his hand behind her head holding her in place.  His tongue 
darted out testing her lips seeking an opening, Rosie groaned at the 
sensation and opened to him and the kiss deepened.

Frodo reached for the warmth next to him, the comforting lips that had 
pulled him from the darkness.  In his dream it was Sam who was with him, 
he had not left him to die after all, His fears were banished, as he knew he 
was not alone.  He pulled the warmth closer pressing himself against the 
one who had saved him.  His mind was slowly coming back from the deep 
nightmare, and slowly the sensations grew, and his body became aware.

Warm pulses of heat were coursing through him, and he groaned in 
pleasure as he pressed the soft body against himself.  The differences 
began to breakthrough to his consciousness.  His eyes opened suddenly, 
trying to focus on the face of the one he was now kissing.

Rosie pulled back from the kiss as Frodo pulled her on top of himself.  She 
moaned in her throat as the unfamiliar body pressed against her own.  
Frodo was thin and her own softness contrasted greatly against his taunt 
leanness.  She could feel his growing hardness between her thighs, it took 
all her will power not to spread her legs and straddle him.  She knew he 
was unaware of who he held so closely, she smile at the thought.  She 
thought she knew just whom Frodo thought he was holding.  As she 
thought this he pulled her back into a kiss, Frodo was so deep and 
passionate; she returned the kiss and groaned as he pressed himself into 
her thighs.  She saw his brow crease and his eyes flutter then open.  She 
was met with the intense gaze of blue and she could not move only smile 
and stroke the frown from his brow.

Frodo focused and saw the cascade of auburn hair tumbling over him.  His 
mind fought to remember how this had come to pass.  He rolled to his side 
taking his captive with him; they lay side by side facing each other.  Rosie 
panting slightly, and Frodo trying to regain his composure, not entirely 
sure what he had done if anything.  She was smiling so he must not have 
done anything too horribly…Then he remembered his dream and held 
back the fear and the tears.  “Hullo Rosie”, he said simply,  “How did you 
come to be in my bed luv?”

Rose could see his confusion; his eyes reflected it and so much more.  The 
calm in his voice told her this was not something that he’d not consider.  
She leaned in and kissed his brow again, “You were dreaming Frodo, 
calling out, and I came to see if Sam needed help with you, but he was not 
here.”

Now Frodo was more concerned, he remembered his insult to Sam and his 
leaving, He had not yet returned. A pulse of fear shot through him as tears 
sprang to his eyes. 

She saw the tears and thought she understood.  “S’OK Frodo, I kissed you, 
and you responded in your dream.”  Frodo’s eyes snapped back to Rose’s; 
“you kissed me? And I responded?” he blushed remembering their 
positions as he awoke; his still semi erect member throbbed, he closed his 
eyes composing himself.

 “And quite nicely I might add,” Rosie said, and reached up to softly 
stroke his cheek. “It was really quite nice Frodo.”

“Rose?”  Frodo was confused, he shook his head; Rose’s closeness was 
confusing his senses. “If you knew, what, who…Oh botheration I can’t 
think like this, he whispered.”

She laughed at his discomfiture,  “Frodo, I know; I know what, or should I 
say who, you really want, I have always known.  I think I knew it before 
you ever went away, you want,” she bit her lip; Sam would kill her for 
this, or thank her forever.

Frodo pulled himself up against the headboard to sitting. Straightening 
himself as he sat.  He looked intensely at Rose Gamgee who had also sat 
and now knelt across from him.  He looked at her, her skin was flushed 
and her gown was damp from his own sweat.  He could see her nipples 
through the thin material.  She was beautiful, Frodo smiled at the thought.  
Rosie was the only hobbit lass he thought of in a sexual way.  And in 
dawned on him that it was only after Sam shared his interest in her that he 
noted it.  She was part of Sam just as he was; he loved her just for that 
alone.

“Sam”.  She said his name as a pronouncement.  She said it in such love 
that he just smiled at the mere thought of him. He looked at the direct little 
lass before him, and said nothing but smiled lightly and knowingly.  “Am 
I right, Frodo?”

He sighed in resignation.  Frodo was never one to lie when asked a 
question directly.  “Rose, I can’t deny what you say, I love Sam more than 
anything lass, I always have. 

“But Frodo, you know what I mean.  Just now you thought I was Sam 
didn’t you?” 

Frodo blushed hotly yet again. “Rose…I, it has always been Sam who has 
come and saved me from the darkness,” He whispered.

“Frodo…I told you I know.  You want, and love Samwise the same as I 
do, why have you never told him?”

“I can’t Rose, It is too much to ask, and that I should have a friend like 
him is enough. I can’t ask more; I don’t deserve more. I won’t take him 
from you Rosie, never.”

“Oh Frodo…you deserve that and so much more.  How can you say that? 
You saved all of us; you saved… You deserve every happiness and joy 
and ecstasy that the world has to offer.  And Sam loves you so, how could 
you hide this from him all these years?” 

Sam loved him? Loved him like that? Did Rose know this? Was it a fact? 
His questions must have been written on his face for Rose was grinning at 
him as she answered his unspoken query.

“Silly Hobbit, how could you not see it?  Sam told me before we wed, he 
loves you; yes he wants you; he always has, at least for many years.  How 
could he approach you? You are a hobbit far above his station, his master 
for heavens sake.  Put yourself in his position for a moment.”

Frodo’s face was a study in wonder. So much information had been given 
to him he couldn’t process it all.  First his days with Merry and Pippin and 
his recent education, his return home and now his deepest desires were 
laid bare and His Sam loved him!

He dropped his face into his hands and groaned.  “Frodo what is it”? Rose 
asked him.
 
“I’ve hurt him Rosie!  He left the smial after we talked last night.  I said 
something he did not understand; he took it the wrong way.  I was feeling 
sorry for myself.  I have to find him, Rose!”

Frodo was up and out of the bed quickly. Rose didn’t think she had ever 
seen him move so fast.  She sat on his bed cross-legged watching him, a 
heat warming her body.  He pulled off his nightshirt and stood naked in 
the light of the fire.  Rosie gasped at the beauty of his body.  He turned 
absently toward the sound and blushed lightly; he paused with his shirt in 
his hands.  He had never undressed in front of a lass before and he wasn’t 
thinking.  It was too late, he was before her now, stark naked and she 
seemed not to find him too revolting. He dropped his shirt and grabbed his 
breeches instead; he pulled them on, hastily buttoning the flaps.

“Frodo…she sighed, come here.”

He obeyed as if in a trance, and walked to the foot of the bed where she 
now knelt looking at him. Her eyes held concern, and a masked desire.  He 
gasped as he saw what she thought of his naked body.

Rosie at first was captured by the leanness, she was not surprised at his 
thin frame she was however, surprised to see the taunt muscles under his 
skin. Frodo was much stronger than she had imagined.  Then she saw the 
scars on his back…She knew what each one was.  Frodo had spoken long 
in his illness when he first came back she had cared for him.  Sam had told 
her more.  He came to her and she reached up and placed gentle warm 
fingers over the stab wound of his left shoulder.  He looked into her eyes, 
and knew that no explanation was needed, she knew.  She turned him 
away from herself, and ran her hands down his back over the horrid scars 
from his whipping in the tower.  She noted the bite marks from the 
accursed spider.  There were other marks, burns and cuts that had been 
infected and had healed badly.  She found that she was weeping as she 
touched them, the wounds he suffered, to save her and her life here.

Frodo turned, “Rose, don’t…they are healed, the scars are…they will 
remain, I will never be as I once was.”

“Frodo…you are absolutely the most lovely hobbit in all the Shire.” She 
said through her tears.  Frodo placed his hands on her shoulders shaking 
his head, Rosie ran her hands down his chest and stopped, thumbs on his 
nipples.  She rubbed over the peaked tips lightly and gently planted a kiss 
over his heart.

Frodo shuddered at the sensation.  “Rose…how can that be when you are 
the loveliest and dearest of all hobbits in the land.” 

 Rosie laughed, “Frodo Baggins you are the sweet talker aren’t you”?

He kissed her gently on the lips, “I love you Rosie”, and he admitted it 
simply, “almost as much as my dear Sam”.

“I love you too, Frodo”, she said in wonder, for she had not really felt it 
until that night, but it was true they were all connected, their hearts forever 
entwined through Samwise.

“I have to find him, where could he have gone?”  Frodo turned from her 
and pulled his white shirt on over his head.  “Rosie where would he go?”

They looked at each other suddenly they knew… “The Garden”, they said 
together.  But Frodo he can’t be, he would have heard your cry, I know my 
Samwise and if he were within ear shot, no disagreement would keep him 
from you.”

“When he finds out that he was needed and was not here for you he will 
beat himself up for weeks.”  Frodo smiled at her comments, she really did 
know him the same as he did. “I’m glad you came to me Rose, you were a 
great comfort and I hope…” he stopped short of expressing those hopes.  
That would come in time if it were true; If Sam indeed loved him, then 
perhaps.

“I will find him Rose.  If he comes back don’t tell him what we spoke of, 
or what has happened…between us.” He pulled her close to his face and 
kissed her on the lips passionately, I don’t want you to think that I, that 
you…you are dear to me Rosie.  Go to bed now, wait for your Sam.”  He 
turned and was gone she heard the familiar creaking of the great green 
door and knew he was gone.  This was the beginning of something new 
and exciting she could hardly wait.  She would of course respect Frodo’s 
wish and say nothing to Sam if he returned.  She did not think it would be 
a problem Frodo would find him before he thought of coming home.

Frodo looked around the vast gardens of Bag End he knew Rose was right 
he was not around the smial.  There was no way he would have missed his 
screaming out in his nightmare.  Would he have gone to the Dragon he 
wondered.  He looked at his clothing, it was wrinkled, and he wore no 
weskit or jacket.  His cloak he had hastily thrown over his shoulders as he 
exited, a final thought as he entered the night air.  He couldn’t go into 
Bywater looking like this, looking for Sam.  The rumors would be very 
interesting indeed.

He berated himself for thus accusing Sam. He had no idea he would react 
so hotly, Sam had no reason to think Frodo had meant he had not met his 
sexual needs, why would he.  That is however what he had meant, what 
Sam had thought he had no idea, but just the thought of his saying it aloud 
to him, “No Sam, you have not met my needs.” It sounded harsh even to 
him knowing the context.  It was a slap in the face of his loyal friend.

Frodo headed for Bywater on foot, as he passed the row he glanced to his 
right toward the homes there.  He thought he had heard a sharp intake of 
breath.  His sight pierced the dark shadows; it was one helpful side effect 
of his bearing of the ring.  

“Sam is that you?

The figure stood and began to walk away.  Frodo hated to do it, but he did.  
He ‘pulled rank’ on him, Sam could never directly disobey him.

“Samwise! Stop at once. Come here.”

The figure froze his shoulders slumped.  Sam turned unsteadily to face his 
master; he approached silently.

Frodo cold smell the ale on his breath.  “Sam!  Where have you been, 
Rosie is worried… and so was I.”

“Worried, Sam slurred why worry, where would I go?”

“Come on Sam, let’s go home.”

“No sir, not until you tell me what I have neglected. I’ve thought and 
thought and I can’t think of nothing I should a done for ye, which I didn’t 
do. I have always done what ye have asked of me, always.”

Frodo was looking at his feet, he had hurt him badly, he was so sorry.  
“Sam, I should never have said it.  I was feeling sorry for myself; and 
you… well I just should never had said it.  You have always done all I 
asked of you and so much more.” Frodo’s eyes were pleading for him to 
understand.  Frodo could see he was winning, Sam wasn’t mad he was 
upset…before he thought his new outlook and experiences took over.

“Sam,” he said sweetly. Frodo put his hands on his shoulders and pulled 
him to himself in a warm embrace.  He pulled back and looked at Sam’s 
sweet face and he lifted his face to his.  Frodo felt the touch of his lips 
against Sam’s, and it sent a tremor through his entire soul. Yes this was his 
hearts desire, the instant response to contact with his Sam.  He felt the 
gentle fluttering warmth in his belly and the stirring in his groin.

 Sam’s eyes opened wide then closed, and he kissed his master back.  The 
contact remained chaste, Sam was drunk and Frodo felt like he was taking 
advantage.  He pulled away, his breath catching in his throat, God how he 
wanted him.  “Come on Sam, let’s go home.”  He took his hand and pulled 
him behind him.

Sam said nothing more, he was too drunk to care anymore, and Frodo had 
kissed him.  Hadn’t he…he wasn’t sure if he would remember.  He had 
dreamed it so many times, was he dreaming again?

They entered Bag End and Frodo led Sam to his own room. He opened the 
door a crack,  “Rosie? I found him.”  

“Oh good, thank you Frodo”, she said. He could hear the relief in her 
voice.  He pushed Sam through the door and closed it.  He still wasn’t 
quite willing to believe what Rose had told him. He needed some sign 
from Sam; something that would tell him it was true.

Frodo stripped down and climbed back into bed.  His nightshirt was 
soaked from his dream earlier, and did not feel inclined to get another.  
The room was warm and he was exhausted.  He fell asleep visions of 
Rosie and of Sam danced in his mind and in his dreams.

The dream started with a strange twist, something Merry had done to him.  
Chocolate melted to a warm gooey consistency poured over his chest and 
Pippin licking it off.  The twirling of his talented experienced tongue 
driving him wild.  He was hard and Merry was touching him.  It changed 
then and he opened his eyes and it was Sam standing beside him naked.  
He drizzled chocolate over him and then bent to lick it from him himself.  
He groaned in his sleep, and a hissing yesssss, escaped his lips.  Sam 
smiled and continued the application of the warm goo, over his abdomen 
to his thighs.  He then smiled and licked it off slowly.  Always avoiding 
the throbbing hardness begging for attention.  Frodo arched and said his 
name…finally he drizzled the heated confection over Frodo’s needy cock; 
and he cried out.  UNGGHHHH!  Sam took him in his mouth licking and 
sucking him.  SAMMMMMM!

He sat up straight in the bed.  He was covered with a fine sheen of sweat, 
he knew why; the dream was there in is awakened mind.  It hovered there 
as a sweet torture, his cock was throbbing and he groaned at the sensations 
coursing through his body.  He had never dreamed like this before.  It 
must be Merry and Pippin and their “lessons” he thought, now my body 
knows what it should feel.  He was covered only lightly with a sheet and 
he lay back down knowing he would not sleep again, not with out release. 
He reached down and touched himself, groaning softly as he started a 
quick rhythm. The door to his room suddenly burst open and he jumped, 
he pulled his hand from his erection and pulled the covers up to is chest.

It was Sam, of course it was.  He had called for him in his passion.

“Frodo? Are you all right?”

“Yes, Sam, I’m alright, it was just a dream. He could not keep the 
huskiness from his voice, or the panting of suppressed need.

Sam came closer, he touched him, your hot, and soaked are you sure 
you’ve not comedown with something?” Frodo missed the sly grin that 
crossed Sam’s face.

“Sam, I’m fine” Frodo almost laughed at his concern.  He suppressed a 
grin.

Sam looked him up and down; he was reluctant to believe Frodo.  
Suddenly his eyes grew large and he suddenly headed for the door.

Frodo looked down at himself and saw what Sam had seen.  His rigid 
member was very poorly concealed.  Aloud he said, oh God Sam I’m 
sorry don’t…

He heard the door close and he rolled to his side, “I’m sorry Sam, I didn’t 
mean…”

“Didn’t mean what?” Sam’s voice was so close it startled him.

Frodo turned over and made eye contact with a smiling Sam. Grinning in 
fact, Frodo opened his mouth to speak. “Didn’t mean for you to find out 
about me like this.”

“About you?  My God Frodo how long, have you tortured me? How 
long?” As he said it he sank down next to him and kissed him.  Not the 
chaste kiss that they shared earlier but a searing passionate one.

Frodo gasped as Sam released him from the kiss.  “Sam,” he choked out, 
“what are you doing?”

“Taking care of ALL you needs, and by the looks of you one that best be 
taken care of soon. Tell me you want me to Frodo, I need you to tell me.”

“You knew what I meant? Then why did you leave, we were so worried 
Sam.”

“I had a few things to think about Frodo, and you know, I needed a few 
good ales in me, so to speak.  My Rosie has been pushing me this way 
since the wedding, she knows how I feel about you.”

“Enough, Frodo, Tell me.”

“Frodo closed his eyes for a moment, He opened them and looked at Sam.  
“I want you Sam, no wait; I need you and want you.  Oh god Sam, I love 
you.”

Sam bent to his touch his lips gently against Frodo’s for a breath of a 
moment.  He touched him gently cupping his face in his hands.  He kissed 
his eyes and his nose then his ears taking time to nibble at the sensitive 
tips.  Sam ran his hands through Frodo’s hair down the graceful column of 
his neck.  He worshiped Frodo with his lips; now that he finally had 
permission he could not get enough of his love.  “Frodo, oh God Frodo, I 
love you he murmured over and over.

Frodo’s mind was spinning, as Sam gently caressed his body.  It was 
different from Merry and Pippin, more soft and comfortable.  Yet his body 
burned to be touched, He found himself moaning at Sam’s soft 
endearments in his ear. He had waited so long to hear these things aloud, 
he had known they were true, his heart had always known but hearing the 
truth aloud was a fire to his soul.

Sam slowly tantalized Frodo’s body with his tongue and teeth and lips.  
He nipped at his hardened nipples until Frodo cried out.  Sam felt the 
desire in his own body grow; he looked again at the obvious excitement of 
Frodo and stood to remove his nightshirt.  Frodo sat up to help him with it, 
touching his chest as the shirt pulled away.  Frodo looked at Sam, his own 
Sam whom he had known forever, his green eyes were aglow and Frodo 
thought he never looked more exciting.  Frodo reached for Sam, pulling 
him into his bed with him.

Sam lay beside Frodo and ran his hand across his taunt nipples again then 
traced down to his firm abdomen.  He stared into Frodo’s eyes seeking 
permission he saw only acceptance trust and love.  Sam bent to his mouth 
and kissed him again, his tongue teasing his lips apart seeking entrance to 
the sweet warm depths.  His hand slipped down seeking the prize he so 
desired.  He swallowed the deep moan that came from Frodo as he grasped 
his hard member.  He explored him in wonder, feeling the heat and the 
size of him in his hand.  Sam closed his eyes the feeling was all too 
intense and wonderful to imagine.  “Frodo” he mumbled into his mouth as 
he began to stroke him.

Frodo arched into Sam’s grip, his eyes rolled back and he groaned as he 
spoke his name.  He was achingly hard and Sam had started right in, his 
timing perfect. Sam was gently thrusting his hips, pressing his own rod 
into Frodo’s thigh.  Frodo turned to his side and with one quick thrust the 
two were thrusting together.  There was a searing heat as their, two filled 
to bursting, cocks met between their bodies.  Frodo gripped Sam’s 
shoulders tightly and cried out.  Oh, God YES, SAM!  Sam reached 
between them and gripped both of their cocks with his hand and stroked 
them together.  He gently ran his thumb over the heads of both swirling 
the precum and causing yet another surge.

Frodo reached down to feel Sam’s cock and his own together, he took over 
the stroking of Sam’s huge cock, while Sam continued to pump Frodo to 
mind numbing pleasure. They both moaned together and Sam gripped 
Frodo as he climaxed, digging his fingers into the tender flesh of his back.  
Frodo followed moments later pumping into his beloved’s hand.  

“Oh Sam…Frodo panted.  He could say nothing else.  Sam pulled him 
tightly to his chest and shifted pulling his Frodo on top of himself.  The 
pressure and weight of his love was pure delight and Frodo felt the same 
of Sam beneath him.  They fell asleep that way Frodo’s hands entwined in 
Sam’s curls, Sam cradling Frodo protectively in his arms.

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