Old Winyards

Chapter: Vignette
Pairing: Frodo/Sam
Authors: Catherine and Thuri
Rating: E
Warnings: Extremely explicit m/m sex; Strong language
Summary: Frodo and Sam spend their first New Year's Eve together, very much 'like that'...

Author's note: For Christmas, you got the schmoop and the romance. For New Year's, you get the very explicit sex. (With schmoop and romance thrown in, of course.) No fade to black on this one, folks...


"Mmmm," moaned Sam into Frodo's kiss. "So glad we stayed home for this. Can't imagine anyone else I'd want to see tonight..."

Frodo smiled. "We could watch different balls drop," he offered slyly, kissing Sam again. "And I can't think of anyone I'd rather ring in the New Year with than you, cariad."

"Different balls, eh? Got any particular balls in mind?" growled Sam, low and sweet against Frodo's ear.

Frodo moaned. "Mmm... was hoping..." He blushed, then.

"Tell me, cariad," murmured Sam, pressing his cheek to Frodo's and speaking right there. "I want to hear just what you want."

Frodo's blush deepened. "I... have you ever fisted someone?"

Sam pulled Frodo closer, hiding his blush against his face. "Once," he whispered directly into his ear.

"Would you fist me?" Frodo asked breathlessly.

"Yes," rasped Sam against Frodo's ear. "Can I take you, afterwards?" His whisper was barely audible.

Frodo shivered. "Fuck, please... I want to be so full of you I can't feel anything else."

Sam pulled Frodo into a searing kiss, crushing their mouths together and plunging his tongue deep inside.

Frodo groaned deeply, kissing back, opening up under Sam and moulding against him.

Sam pulled Frodo sharply closer, deepening the kiss further until he could no longer breathe and had to pull away. For a moment, he stared at Frodo, catching his breath and gathering himself in the firelight of the sitting room. "Where do you want to do this? Here? The bedroom? The front porch?"

"The front porch, for all the vineyard to see... They could make it a label for the new vintage..."

"Yes, 'Old Winyards Merlot: Year of the Fisting' would go down very nicely at the State House, I'm sure."

Frodo giggled again. "I love you. In the bedroom? We can lay a towel over the sheets..."

Sam kissed Frodo, again. "Sounds like a good plan, to me." He offered Frodo a hand up from the sofa. "I'd carry you, but you might want to walk. It'll be the last time you'll be able to for a while, if I have anything to say about it," he growled.

Frodo shivered again. "Oh, please?"

Sam chuckled and pulled Frodo off the couch. "Come here, you..."

Frodo kissed him again, before pulling away. "Gonna make sure I can't move tomorrow, huh?" he asked, dancing away a little.

"That's right," said Sam, not taking the bait. "Tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that. So you'd best dance while you can, Mr. Frodo, Sir."

Frodo grinned, and all but skipped down the hall, his cock already rock hard.

Sam shook his head and sauntered behind Frodo, biting down the urge to tackle him in the hallway and have his way with him on the floor. "Should have put a bloody polka on the CD player," he muttered, unable to suppress his smile.

Frodo paused, and turned, melding against Sam and pressing his hard cock into the other man's thigh. "I want you to fuck me until I can't see straight," he whispered, before biting Sam's earlobe.

Sam groaned, his knees nearly buckling at Frodo's words and the feel of his aroused lover pressing up against him. The bite on the earlobe undid him and he scooped Frodo up, wrapping the other man’s legs around his waist. "I don't care if you can walk," he muttered, plunging into a kiss and walking toward the bed.

Frodo locked his legs in the small of Sam's back. "Make it so I can't? So every time I move at all tomorrow, I'll know I belong to you? I want to ache from you, be so well fucked my bones turn to water, feel you so deep inside me you'll fit under my skin..."

Sam kissed Frodo so hard that he thought he tasted blood. When at last he pulled away, he set his lover down right in front of the bed. "I'll just be getting that towel," he managed, but only just.

Frodo licked his lips, smiling at the coppery taste. He'd never thought he could push Sam far enough to give him that...

Sam came back from the bathroom carrying a stack of towels and two bottles of lube.

Frodo laughed. "You think it'll take that much?"

"Not the first time, no," said Sam.

Frodo wriggled again. "Mmm... how do you want me?"

"Naked, for starters," growled Sam, advancing on Frodo. Then he stopped, noticing the small trickle on Frodo's lip. He reached toward it. "Did I do that?"

Frodo nodded, smiling shyly. "Mmhmm. I don't mind."

Sam reached around to cup the back of Frodo's head, moving closer. "I still ought to apologize properly," he murmured, and leaned in to lick gently at it, tasting Frodo in a new way before sinking into a deep kiss. He pulled back, at last. "I'm sorry," he said against Frodo's lip.

Frodo had melted against him. "Sam, take me? Make me yours?"

"First things first..." Sam spread the largest towel out over the sheets with lightning speed and then set to stripping Frodo, yanking the jumper off over his head before setting to the trouser button, eyes always on Frodo's.

Frodo moved against him. "Please..."

Sam leaned in as he undid Frodo's trouser button. "Patience," he breathed in a sensuous purr into Frodo's ear as he undid the zip with tantalizing leisure, pushing his hand underneath and palming the rock-solid, burning flesh through the boxers.

Frodo groaned and wriggled. "Don't want to be patient," he replied, wondering what Sam would do.

"You won't have to be for much longer," grunted Sam, shoving the boxers down and pushing Frodo to the bed to yank everything off and throw it all the way across the room. Faster than he thought he could move, Sam yanked off his own trousers and tore off his shirt, flinging them away, hot flesh aching to get to Frodo.

"Yay!"

Sam laughed and kissed Frodo. "Well, I never had that before when I took off me clothes," he said. "But now, I'm thinking there's something else that's wanted here... Oh, yes! Something about a hand, was it? No, not quite..." Sam looked at his hand, turning it this way and that. "Fingers... What can I do with these?" He grabbed Frodo's hands suddenly and pinned them to the pillows by his head. "Need a little help staying focused?" he asked, his voice low.

Frodo gasped, and went abruptly limp, even as his cock jumped. "No sir."

Sam's heart skipped a beat at Frodo's reaction. "Good," he said, keeping his voice steady. "Then keep your hands away for now, and let me do this. You can talk. I want to hear you..." Sam swallowed. "And just in case, your safe word is... Pythagoras. Understand?"

Frodo wound his hands around the spokes of the bed, and nodded, eyes downcast as his heart thrilled. "I understand, sir. Thank you."

"Very good," said Sam. He straddled Frodo and leaned down to kiss him before making his way down. "I'm going to take my time with you," he growled. "Just as I said I would back at the cottage." With that, he began to kiss Frodo's torso, exploring the inches he hadn't been able to probe, tasting the crevices he hadn't been allowed yet to taste. "Horribly underrated things, armpits," he said, delving into Frodo's and pushing in with tongue and nose. "It's where your scent is strongest." He licked and swallowed, tracing a path around the hollow before segueing to the nipple next door.

Frodo's hands gripped the bed harder and harder as he struggled not to move, his knuckles turning white. "Oooooo.... Fuck, tickles, oh, Sam, so good..."

Sam smiled against a second nipple and pushed hard into it, pulling at it with his teeth before soothing with his tongue. He felt Frodo's cock bumping impatiently against his belly and began to move down, sucking and nipping at places along his lover's abdomen, never letting him be certain where he would land, next, or what the touch would be.

And Frodo yelped, gasped, hissed, letting out sound after sound, until he fell into a constant low groan that sounded nearly like a purr, with sharp spikes when Sam's teeth made contact.

At last, Sam reached for the lube, coating his fingers surreptitiously as he licked around the hair of Frodo's groin, avoiding his twitching cock. Without warning, he placed a lube-cooled finger at Frodo's entrance and pushed in, slowly.

"Fuck, finally!"

Sam withdrew his finger immediately. "Well, if you're going to be nasty about it..."

Frodo stilled, biting his lip, recalling himself. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"That's better," said Sam. "Now, mind your manners!" Somewhere at the back of his mind, a little voice in Sam's head was jumping up and down and screaming at him that he'd gone completely mental talking to Frodo like this. He told the voice to go bugger itself. He replaced the finger and pushed in deeper.

"So good... Thank you, sir, thank you..."

Sam curled his long, thick finger around inside Frodo. "I think you'd be wanting more of this..." He pulled back and added another finger, pushing in a little faster and harder than usual.

"Yes..." Frodo hissed, pressing back against the touch.

"Very good," praised Sam, kissing Frodo's belly as a reward, even as he hooked his fingers forward and brushed the sweet spot.

Frodo jumped and the bed creaked.

"Ah, yes. Right, then, I think more might be in order..." He pulled back and added more lube to his wrist, remaining fingers and forearm. Gathering his four fingers to a point, he pushed them slowly into Frodo until he reached the joint of the thumb.

"Slow... holy fuck, so good..." Frodo bit his lip, making himself relax against the intrusion. "Don't move, a minute?"

"I won't, love. And me thumb's still outside, too." Sam kissed Frodo's belly. "You can use your hands, now, if you need to." Sam kissed Frodo's cock, not quite so hard as it had been, but still standing proud from the curls at its base.

Frodo shook his head, breathing deeply and slowly as he relaxed himself. "No, I'm fine... love your hand."

Sam leaned over Frodo and took his cock in his mouth, though this time he didn't swallow him whole. Rather, he lavished gentle attention on the crown and hummed his approval at Frodo as he waited for his lover to loosen around his hand.

Frodo did relax, slowly, allowing Sam's fingers further access to him. Already he felt stretched to the limit, and the idea of more of Sam's hand within him both frightened and excited him. "Please..."

Sam poured yet more lube onto his hand, slicking himself so thoroughly he wondered if he'd ever be able to pick up a trowel again. "I'm going to go very slowly, love. Whether you want that, or not," he added, slipping back into the scene. With that, he sank down further onto Frodo's cock, even as he entered him with his whole hand, slowly, slowly pushing into the tight space.

"Ooooooooouuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnngggggghhh....." Frodo cried out, pressing back, relaxing, and then suddenly Sam's whole hand was in him. His cock deflated almost immediately, and a curious warmth spread all through his body.

Sam released Frodo's cock with great care and let his hand relax a little, not moving it, letting it sit with the heated flesh inside his lover. "There, now, cariad. There, now, me darling. I ain't going nowhere till you tell me to." He placed slow, gentle kisses to Frodo's hip and belly, anywhere he could reach without moving his hand.

Frodo groaned softly. "Oh. Oh wow. Sam.... I love you."

"I love you, Frodo. And I'll stay here as long as I have to just so's you're all right." He hoped he could keep that promise. His arm was beginning to protest the awkward angle.

Frodo smiled. "Sam? Lie down, and I'll turn over. It'll be okay, if we're slow..."

Sam thought for a moment about this, and then did as Frodo asked, lying down between Frodo's legs without moving his hand. "Like this?" he asked, blushing all over.

Frodo nodded. "That's good. Steady me, while I turn?"

"I'll do me best," said Sam, praying that he didn't make a false move and injure Frodo, or worse.

Frodo smiled, and slowly, very slowly, managed to turn over. He let out a multitude of small, pleased noises as he did so, his cock rising again. "Oh Sam..."

Sam moved with Frodo, keeping his hand in position and helping him to move as best he could, happy to see his lover’s renewed interest.

At last, Frodo relaxed down, his face against the pillow. "So full..."

Sam rested his head on Frodo's thigh and stroked his cheeks. "So beautiful..." He pressed a kiss where thigh joined arse.

"Mmm..."

Sam smiled and kissed Frodo again, sucking on the flesh just above the thigh. "Love you..."

"I love you, too," Frodo replied breathlessly. "Sam... move? Please?"

Sam gathered his fingers again and moved, ever so slowly, stroking inside without advancing far.

"Fuck," Frodo gasped, and suddenly clamped down around him.

Sam froze. "Do you need me to stop?"

"No." Frodo nearly laughed. "God, no."

"All right-- Oh!" Sam blushed and buried his face in Frodo's thigh, stroking inside again, feeling the spasms taking Frodo.

Frodo tried to relax, and merely spasmed again. "Fuck, Sam, I'm so close...."

Sam reached around and clamped down on the base of Frodo's cock. Without warning, he plunged his tongue into the cleft where his hand had disappeared, licking a path around as much of the edge of the tightly stretched entrance as he could reach.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuck...." Frodo cried out, as his climax was denied him. "Please, oh Sam, please..."

Sam kissed Frodo's buttock as reward before licking more firmly around their joining. As Frodo writhed beneath him, he loosened his hold on his lover's cock and stroked it as best he could. "All right, love," he managed. "I want to feel you come on my hand, clench tight round me. Come for me..."

Frodo all but exploded, clamping unbelievably tightly around Sam's wrist as he cried out his release, just as a bell tolled midnight.

"Happy New Year," managed Sam.

"You're telling me."

Sam laughed. "Would you mind if I replaced me hand with another part of me? It's a bit smaller..."

"Fuck me."

"Oh, well, since you put it like that..." Sam withdrew his hand carefully. "Would you mind turning over?" he whispered.

"Want you like this."

"One day I'll get to look at you again," said Sam, mournfully, kissing Frodo's back.

Frodo giggled. "Sam, I can't move..."

"Oh, well, that's another matter then. Ready or not..." With Frodo's entrance so stretched and slick from the lube, Sam wasted no time slicking himself. He slid in, slowly, in one move, buried to the hilt in a passage that was somewhat tighter than he'd expected. "Ohhhhh!" he gasped.

Frodo clamped down around him again. "Hullo."

"Hullo," said Sam against Frodo's ear. "How are you?"

"Fucked," Frodo replied, tightening around Sam again.

Sam thrust forward. "In a good way, I hope?" He nibbled at Frodo's neck and gave another small thrust.

Frodo groaned. "God, yes."

Sam stretched himself along Frodo's back and began to thrust faster, the ache in his cock both sweet and demanding after such a lengthy arousal. "Well, that's good," he panted, bending to kiss Frodo's neck.

"Come for me soon?" Frodo managed, pressing back into his thrusts.

"How about now..." And Sam thrust twice more and came, deep inside Frodo, his release so intense that he could give only a soundless cry against Frodo's shoulder.

"Love you," Frodo murmured, collapsing completely

Sam collapsed in a mix of jangled nerves and sated happiness. His arm ached, his brain rebelled, and he was worried about Frodo. And he'd just had some of the best sex of his life. He shook his head and withdrew, carefully. "Sweetheart? Are you all right?"

"I am so incredibly well fucked..."

"Happy to be of service," said Sam, collapsing next to Frodo.

"I don't think I can move my legs," Frodo murmured in complete satisfaction.

"Well, you did ask me to make sure you couldn't walk, so it seems as if I've done me job."

"Always finish what you set out to do," Frodo agreed with a yawn.

"Do you need anything, love? Water? Bathroom? A nurse?"

"Just you."

Sam gathered Frodo in his arms, kissing him tenderly. "You have me."

"Then I'm perfect," Frodo replied, kissing him back.

"That you are, love," said Sam. He nuzzled his cheek against Frodo’s. “That you are...”