Old Winyards

Chapter: Seventeen
Pairing: Frodo/Sam
Authors: Thuri and Catherine
Rating: E
Warnings: Language; Very strong sexual situations; Mild angst
Summary: Sam and Frodo have a quiet, mostly private and very hot evening.

Author's note: Takes place a few hours after Chiaroscuro (chapter sixteen).


Frodo stared at the flames, pulling his woollen blanket more tightly around himself. He'd persuaded Daisy to start a fire in a small sitting room, and had ensconced himself on the sofa. So far the sweats that had often plagued his nights had held off, and he merely watched the flames dance, warm and sleepy. Always sleepy, these days... Hopefully it was mono, would pass on its own, even if Sam did get it. That would be a merry hell of reorganizing, and likely make the gaffer even less well disposed toward him.

Frodo shifted, and sighed. How could he have been so blind, as to mistake Sam's hesitance for mere shyness? And how could he have asked him to beg, even in teasing? He wondered if he'd even have the courage to touch his lover again, now, not sure if he'd hurt him the more for it. But no, he wouldn't let that ass take more from Sam than he already had. And that had been enough. Frodo would fight the ghost of him, with all the strength he had.

Trouble shifting again, and the exhaustion the movement brought once again proved to him, though, that that strength was limited.

Sam walked into the sitting room where Daisy had told him that Frodo would be found. He was whistling snatches of various tunes he had heard from his parents as he had grown up, a habit when he was feeling that he had accomplished something especially useful. Over the past several hours, he had managed to reduce the pile in the office to its bare essentials, culling unnecessary items and sorting the rest into piles according to the relevance and urgency. For the most part, he needed Frodo to write many cheques and sign just about everything that had to go out. Perhaps if someone kept up with this, it wouldn't be quite so burdensome, after all, with a couple of sticky exceptions. He found Frodo on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket and drowned in his thoughts. If he'd looked any more moody, Sam thought, he'd expect a lightning bolt to come spitting out of his head. Just then, there was a clap of thunder, and Sam couldn't hold back a laugh.

Frodo jumped and swore, shaking a bit in the aftermath of the thunder.

"I'm sorry, love," said Sam through his laughter. "You just looked so stormy, and then we get that bloody great clap of it..." Then he saw that Frodo was shaking, and remembered his fear of thunder. He sat down by Frodo and tried to put his arms around him, blanket and all. "What's the matter, Frodo-love?" he asked gently.

"Just the storm..."

"Somehow it don't seem to me like that's all it is, love." He tried to get a bit closer to Frodo, but found him clutching the blanket tightly to him. He sighed and settled for trying to rub Frodo's back.

Frodo relaxed, just a little. "Just thinking, then."

"What about?" asked Sam, trying to encourage Frodo to relax further, and willing himself to stay calm.

Frodo shrugged. "Everything."

"Hmm," said Sam, pondering the limits of 'Everything.' "Well, then, I should probably let you know that the paperwork's almost all finished, just waiting for your signature and/or your money. Usually 'and', I'm afraid. And you've already noticed the storm... That's a beautiful fire you set, there. You ain't planning on burning anything else, are you?"

Frodo laughed softly. "Daisy made it, actually. And only the paperwork, if you were finished with it all. I can write checks and sign my name in an hour or so, if you'd like..."

"There ain't no hurry, love. Well, not much of one, anyway. Some of it's late, anyhow, and it can wait till tomorrow, if you like. I ain't exactly eager to see it again for a bit," he added, shaking off a shudder.

Frodo laughed, finally relaxing his hold on the blanket. "I don't blame you..."

"Any room for me under there?" asked Sam, smiling at Frodo.

"Always.'

"Well, it didn't seem so five minutes ago," quipped Sam. "I were beginning to wonder about using a bit of fire on that thing." He began to snake his hand under the blanket and around Frodo, going slowly, seeking permission.

Frodo blushed, but snuggled back against him.

Sam managed at last to worm his way under Frodo's blanket, and pulled it around them both, adjusting himself so that Frodo sat between his legs, and drew his arms all the way around Frodo, breathing him in and kissing his neck. "Frodo, love, will you please tell me what you were thinking about when I came in?"

"Things, Sam," Frodo replied, eyes drifting shut. "You, me, being sick, everything."

Sam kissed Frodo's cheek from behind and nuzzled his ear. "That's a lot to be thinking about, isn't it? Tell me more?" He pulled his right hand from around Frodo, only to start soothing his scalp, gently, as he dropped slow kisses on his face and shoulder.

"I'm worried about hurting you."

Sam sighed and pressed his head to Frodo's. "I'm sorry," he said. "I wish I'd been better about keeping all of that under control for longer, till we were more sure of each other. What we expect, I mean." He laughed, slightly. "It's probably because you're the first one since then. I should have had a fling or two before going for you. You're the one I wanted forever, after all. I should've worked all the kinks out, first. As it were," he amended, flushing very deeply and very glad that Frodo couldn't see his face.

"I'd rather have you now, and deal with this," Frodo admitted softly.

"Frodo!" whispered Sam, overcome. "Ain't nobody wanted me like this, before."

"Well, I do," Frodo said firmly, and kissed him, hesitantly.

Sam kissed him back, carefully. "I don't blame you for being scared of this," he said, hiding his worry as best he could. "It ain't like you come across stories like mine every day. But I've been told I'm healthy, in mind and body, and I don't think I'll pose too much of a threat to anyone who ain't trying to do you or me family harm, and that were something I'd have done before Ted, anyway, so nothing's changed, there. And talking about it helped when it happened, so now that it's out and you know about it, it's likely to set a better foundation, as it were. Not that I want to get ahead of meself, you understand. I mean, we've only been together for less than a month, is all, and I ain't booked a church, or nought."

Frodo decided to kiss him more firmly, to stem the constant stream of words.

"Oh," said Sam, a bit out of breath as they broke the kiss. "Well, now, that's more like it!" He touched his fingers to his lips. "I'll have to remember to run on at the mouth more often," he grinned.

Frodo laughed softly. "You will."

Sam cuffed Frodo's arm, gently, but then soothed it. "What's worrying you about this, love? It'll help if I know more about it."

"I just don't want to accidentally do something to remind you of it. Like before..."

Sam stroked Frodo's scalp with gentle fingers. "You couldn't possibly have known, Frodo," he said quietly. "It ain't exactly the sort of thing we're all likely to encounter, now, is it?" He kissed Frodo's hair. "I can't hate Ted, but I can hate what happened to him, and how it's poisoned the water a bit between us, maybe. I wouldn't have had that happen for the world." He kissed Frodo's cheek. "But now that it's out there, maybe I can talk more easily about... about the things that matter. After all, I can go on and on about everything else, so why not that?"

Frodo smiled slightly. "Does it bother you, that I'm more quiet?"

"Sometimes I worry that you find me stupid," Sam admitted. "Empty barrels, an' all. And I certainly wouldn't blame you. Lots of people have told me I am."

"Empty barrels?" Frodo asked, raising an eyebrow. "And Sam, you're anything but stupid."

"You know that old saying, 'Empty barrels make the most noise'. And... and I'm glad if you think I ain't stupid," said Sam. "Though choosing to spend a day with all that paper instead of staying with you weren't necessarily intelligent."

Frodo laughed softly. "It was smart. Just not what we both might want most..."

Sam kissed Frodo's temple. "You have a point, there. And I wouldn't want to see you in gaol, after all..."

"I'd rather not be there. Especially as much of a bottom as I am..."

"You mean, with the gorgeous bottom you have," said Sam, nudging himself up against it. "As for you being a bottom, I mean to change that, at least some of the time, when we can. I loved it when you were inside of me, and I don't really want to die with that being me only time. Bit greedy, I am..."

Frodo laughed softly. "I like taking you. I meant... just being not in charge, mostly."

"You're always in charge," whispered Sam, kissing Frodo's jaw. "Even if you don't say much. I always want to make you happy. Always."

"And I want you to be happy, too, sweetheart."

Sam turned Frodo's head toward his and claimed his mouth in a long, deep kiss. "I am happy, Frodo," he whispered, huskily. "I'm happier than I ever thought I could be, and it'll only get better from here," he murmured, stroking Frodo's throat, tenderly. "Just as long as I talk to you and you talk to me," he said, emphasizing the last words. "And as long as someone's doing something to someone sometime soon," he added, nudging his groin against Frodo's backside.

Frodo groaned, and pressed back. "Mmm, yes... I missed out on your cock, earlier."

"Sorry about that," said Sam, arching into him a little. "Me brain seemed to have something on it that needed looking at." He kissed Frodo. "Silly brain."

"Very silly," Frodo murmured. He grinned wickedly, then. "Sam... There's this big blanket, Daisy's at the other end of the house... take me here?"

"Oh, God!" Sam arched heavily into Frodo. "Just so long as you ain't face down on the sofa. I'd get so carried away, I'd forget that I were suffocating you. Besides, it's easier to pretend we're just snogging if we're face to face when we get caught," said Sam with a growl. "Even if I am buried balls deep inside you, at the time."

"Was planning to stay like this, but if we can make that work..." Frodo grinned. "Even better. Get the lube?"

"Oooh, well, I like this way, too. Very much, indeed!" He let his cock twitch, hard, against Frodo's bum. "You just think about it while I go get the lube,” said Sam, pulling away, abruptly, not without an evil grin of his own.

Sam stopped in his tracks. "Unless, of course, there's another stash of lube in a convenient place nearer than the bedroom," he said.

"Um..." Frodo blushed, and gestured to the liquor cabinet in the corner. "In the green bottle... the one with raffia around the top."

Sam went to retrieve the bottle and opened it, sniffing at it. "Well, at least it ain't bubble-gum," he said, "and it seems to be full. How did you know about all of these things, anyway?" he asked, suspiciously.

"Merry and Pippin have used the place a good bit," Frodo replied, with a shrug. "And I hid quite a few things myself, here, once I got old enough to bring guys home..."

"I see," said Sam. "Well, then," he said returning to the sofa, "you'll just have to be telling me about all of these places then, won't you. And is there any, er, virgin territory in this house, so to speak?" Sam ran his hand absently up and down the neck of the bottle, delighted to find that it was squeezable.

"I cleaned out the master bedroom, when Bilbo left..."

"Cleaned it out? You mean, there ain't no place here as hasn't been used for... well, used, so to speak, except for what you put in the master bedroom after old Mr. Boinkins left?" Then Sam realized what he'd just said. "I mean, Mr. Baggins," he said turning the deepest shade of scarlet Frodo had ever seen.

Frodo laughed aloud. "Oh, I love that!"

Sam let out the breath he held and laughed along with Frodo. "Do you have any idea how long that's been floating around the Estate? And how many times me Dad boxed the ears of anyone who said it, big or small? Or how many times he said it himself and then near boxed his own ears, afterwards? I tried never to believe it, meself, but after what you've told me..."

"Bilbo did anything that moved, and was over the age of consent," Frodo replied easily, still giggling.

"Well, then," swallowed Sam. "Perhaps I'd better have a word or two with Daisy. And Hal..."

"As far as I know, he left your family alone," Frodo replied. "Well... except for the gaffer, of course..."

Sam felt all the colour drain from his face as he sat down. Bugger! he thought. I am sitting down! "Me... me Gaffer?" he asked, faintly.

Frodo nodded. "You didn't know?"

"No, I didn't." Sam swayed a moment, grasping the edge of the sofa. "Well, then, it would appear I ain't the only one in the family as has 'buggered the boss'," he said, with a bitterly ironic twist in his voice. He sat for a moment, then looked up at Frodo. "How long... I mean, was it more than once, with me Gaffer, I mean? Do you know?"

Frodo nodded slowly. "It was years, Sam."

"Years... But–" Sam swallowed. "When? Can you tell me anything more?" he asked, hardly knowing where to begin.

"About five years ago, I think," Frodo said, frowning a little. "At least, I'm sure it was going on, then. I think your father calling it off is part of why Bilbo left. He didn't appreciate not being the only one for Bilbo, as far as I know. As for how long it went on..." Frodo shrugged helplessly. "I'm not sure."

"Oh, me poor Dad!" said Sam. "No wonder he were so dead set against me being with you. And poor Mr. Bilbo, too." Sam began rocking himself, absently. "Doesn't this seem a bit indecent to you? Incestuous, I mean? I mean, how can you bear to look at me, given what your uncle did with my dad?"

Frodo shrugged. "If I never looked at anyone Bilbo'd fancied, I'd have to move fairly far afield to find anyone to love... And it's not as if they raised us together, not like that. It just... doesn't, Sam. You've never been a brother to me. Or even a cousin, and you see how much that bothers Merry and Pippin."

"True enough," snorted Sam at that last. "Though if what you said at the beginning is true..." Sam shuddered. "With all due respect, Frodo, I beg you not to tell me about it if I'm one of the ones he fancied. I just couldn't..." Sam shook his head, vigorously.

"You weren't," Frodo assured him. "None of your brothers or sisters, either."

"Thank God!" said Sam, with heartfelt sincerity. "Then I don't have to go talk with Daisy. Leastways, not about that."

Frodo hugged him softly. "You won't. Oh Sam... I'm sorry, I thought you knew..."

Sam hesitated, then wound his arms around Frodo, unsure who was rocking whom. "I didn't... I had no idea. I told you I was stupid," he laughed, slightly. "But now, at least I understand why things are the way they are between me Dad and me." He finally pulled back and looked into his lover's eyes. "Thank you for telling me, love." He kissed Frodo as a wave of desire surged through him. "And we still have some unfinished business to attend to, don't we?" he said, reaching for the other man’s trouser buttons. "If you don't mind, that is..."

Frodo swallowed, but smiled. "I don't mind. But you're not stupid."

Sam paused to kiss Frodo. "I love you. For that, and so many other reasons," he said, huskily. He kissed down Frodo's throat, tugging at his trousers, again. "How do you want me, Frodo? Face to face? The way we were under this blanket? On the table in the kitchen? The way I feel right now, I could take you a dozen times over with Daisy taking pictures and Mr. Merry calling the police, and I'd still want more of you."

Frodo blushed. "Don't know if I'd manage that, but... take me from behind?"

"The way we were, then," said Sam. "Good!" He rearranged them so that Frodo was leaning back against him, and the blanket was on top of them both. And then he slowly undid the fly, pushing the zip down over sensitive flesh with a tantalizing lack of contact and pushing the trousers down. He pushed the boxers down, as well, making sure to brush his hand down Frodo's cock, nibbling his ear as he did so. He kissed and nibbled at Frodo's neck as he turned his attention to undoing his own trousers, unzipping himself slowly and letting his very hard cock spring from its confinement and hit Frodo just below the small of the back. "This is what the thought of you does to me," he growled, nudging up close behind Frodo and letting his cock explore the outline of his lover's cleft as he reached for the lube.

Frodo groaned, pressing back. "Oh, God, Sam... I want you in me so badly. Filling me up so perfectly... No one else has ever filled me up so well."

Sam groaned and slicked his fingers, trembling. "And I ain't never had no-one as perfect as you," he said, reaching one arm around Frodo's waist, supporting his weight, and moving his slick fingers down and under, sliding them in, carefully. He let his cock twitch hard against Frodo's back as he did. "So tight, so perfect. Oh, God! I want you, Frodo, so badly!" He slipped in another finger.

Frodo bucked, softly, stifling a cry. "God..."

"Are you ready, love?" asked Sam, trembling everywhere.

"Ready. Please, Sam, fuck me. Please, I need to feel you inside me, filling me up, completing me... Please, my love. I need you more than I've ever needed anything..."

Without further warning, Sam lifted Frodo, slightly, and brought him down onto his now aching cock, and groaned.

Frodo did cry out, softly, groaning long and deep. "Oh yes..."

"Oh, Frodo!" groaned Sam, relishing the feel of Frodo sliding down on him, regardless of the awkward angle. He pulled Frodo snugly onto his lap, thrusting up as he did and snaking his hands to Frodo's front to tease at his nipples.

Frodo pressed down, groaning. "Mmm... now, don't move... Just hold it, there, long as you can." And he started squeezing and releasing his muscles around Sam, over and over.

Sam groaned as Frodo spoke, and nearly bit his lip in two as he felt his lover's subtle, irresistible movement around him. "Oh... GOD! Frodo..." He reached around the slim waist to pull him closer against him, relishing the friction the adjustment gave him and burying himself deeper in his lover. He captured Frodo's face in his free hand and urged him to turn, kissing the mouth that presented itself; an open-mouthed, messy, wanton kiss the like of which Sam hadn't yet dared allow himself. His cock twitched hard inside the tight sheath, and he fought to keep his hips from bucking upwards, a high-pitched moan escaping into Frodo's mouth.

Frodo moaned in return, speeding up the movements around Sam's cock. "How does it feel, Sam?" he murmured, kissing him back, just as messy.

"Ohhhhhhh so good! So hot... You're so tight and I have to fight so hard not to move." Sam shivered. "I want so much to touch you," he whispered.

"Touch me, but don't thrust."

Trembling, Sam reached down to cup Frodo's cock and balls. He found himself simply exploring Frodo in this state, drawing his hand around and up the mostly soft cock, recognizing the searing intimacy of feeling him like this and being inside him. He reached around with his other hand to palm Frodo's lower belly, firmly. "How does it feel when I do this?" he asked, moving his hand up and down where he knew he was buried and sucking suggestively on Frodo's jaw, supporting and caressing Frodo's cock.

Frodo groaned, as Sam's actions somehow made him feel even fuller. "Oh God... so good, Sam. Feels like you're filling me everywhere... Want to be like this always. Always have you in me like this..."

Sam shivered, pressing in more with his hand and squeezing Frodo's cock, gently. "Wish I could taste you from here," he whispered. And then he heard Daisy's footsteps outside the door. "Fuck!" he whispered, and bit Frodo's neck.

"Just pull up the blanket, and don't get up," Frodo murmured, nestling even tighter against him.

Sam moaned as Frodo slid even further down on him, savouring every bit of sensation as he reached to pull the blanket over them both. "If I don't move soon, I feel like I'll–"

Just then, Daisy entered the room with an armload of firewood. "Mr. Frodo, I– Oh, Sam!" She flushed at the sight of her brother spooned up so close against their employer. "There you are. I was wondering where you'd been. You keeping our Mr. Frodo warm?" she asked, a slight glint in her eyes as she put the firewood in its nook.

"He is, Daisy," Frodo replied, smiling warmly at her. "Makes a very nice blanket and pillow in one. Thank you for looking after the fire. It means a lot to me."

"Oh, 't ain't nothing, sir. What's the matter, Sam? Struck dumb, are you?"

"Oh, sorry, Daisy. Just had a long day in the office, is all. Got a load on me mind." Sam never would figure out just how he managed to say all of that without crying out as Frodo clenched around him on his last phrase.

"He's been a great deal of help," Frodo agreed, clenching down again. "Filling in places so well..."

Sam bit his tongue and shifted, moving an arm around Frodo's chest to divert Daisy's eye as he cupped and squeezed Frodo with more intent. "Just trying to help with the hard stuff," he nodded, giving Frodo a particularly lascivious stroke in an especially sensitive place.

"And doing it very well," Frodo agreed, voice and face not changing, as he relaxed into Sam's touch.

Sam hid his groan in a massive yawn, stretching and arching into Frodo as a natural consequence, stroking firmly up Frodo's cock before pressing in again on his belly. "It's getting on, Daisy. Won't someone be wondering where you are?" He twisted around a bit to look at her, giving Frodo quite the most tantalizing movement, if his own reaction was anything to go by.

Frodo closed his eyes, biting back a groan only by biting the inside of his lip. Fuck, but Sam knew just how to move against him...

"Lord, Sam, you're right! I went and forgot I've got a date! Goodbye, Mr. Frodo. I'll see you in the morning." And with that, she turned and ran from the room, chattering to herself in various epithets.

"Goodbye, Daisy!" called Sam, stroking Frodo's decidedly less sleepy cock with a bottled vengeance.

Frodo laughed, causing his muscles to ripple all along Sam's length. "Love you."

"So that's why you're trying to kill me?" moaned Sam.

"Mmhmm," Frodo agreed.

"Well, then..." said Sam, "turnabout's fair play..." And with that, he started licking oh so delicately at Frodo's ear as he stroked his cock.

Frodo groaned deeply, squeezing around him.

Sam stroked more firmly and caressed the folds of Frodo's ear with tongue and breath.

Frodo shuddered. "Oh God..."

"Lovely things, ears," murmured Sam. "So nice and sensitive, they are." He breathed into Frodo's right one, simultaneously tonguing behind it and up around the outer shell before moving back in and swirling gently down. "So connected." He hooked the tip of his tongue just inside the entrance to it and kissed it, as near silently as he could, with a languid stroke to Frodo's cock.

Frodo groaned. "Could stay like this forever..."

"Oh, well, then," said Sam, stretching mightily and arching once more into Frodo, "I guess we'd better be settling in for a long sleep, then. And since I can't exactly carry you in this position..." he shifted, arching again, "I suppose we'll just have to stay right in this room for the rest of our lives." He closed his free arm tightly around Frodo's lower torso, pulling him in closer, still stroking his cock as he pressed in again, just where he knew Frodo wanted it. "And I'll always have this to nibble on," he added, nipping Frodo's ear before resuming his onslaught on its most sensitive spots.

And Frodo shook and squirmed and moved against him, trying to keep the experience drawn out as long as possible.

"God! Frodo, you're going to make me come like that," warned Sam. "And I don't know as how I can keep from moving too much longer," he panted. "I've needed you for so long, today." He stroked Frodo's cock, careful not to over-stimulate, wanting to give him a chance for completion without exhaustion.

"Then come for me Sam. Come for me."

Sam bucked up against Frodo at those words, crying out as a strong clench from Frodo sent him over the edge even sooner than he'd expected. He held onto Frodo as wave upon wave hit him, until he juddered to a halt at last, his cock still twitching inside. He buried his face in Frodo's hair, holding him tightly and breathing him in. Hand still stroking Frodo's cock, he pressed himself to his lover, wanting to feel, breathe, drink him with every morsel of his heightened senses. "If we shift, I could help you with that," he murmured as Frodo's cock twitched in his hand.

Frodo groaned softly. "Mmm... Don't want to let you out, yet."

"I don't want to leave, yet," admitted Sam, rolling Frodo's balls carefully in the palm of his hand before running his fingers up the underside of his cock. "I want you to come when I'm inside you," he murmured, thickly. "I love to feel you do that." He mouthed a hot breath around Frodo's ear.

"Oh..." Frodo gasped. "Keep doing that, and it won't be long..."

Sam kissed Frodo at the encouragement, and blew into his ear again, stroking him gently. "I love it when I feel you come apart," he whispered. "You're so beautiful when you come. I want to feel the way you arch from behind, right onto me." He kissed Frodo's ear. "I can almost feel meself getting hard again just thinking about it," he whispered.

Frodo groaned, pressing into Sam's hand. "God, don't stop talking..."

Sam licked spirals into Frodo's ear, twisting his hand on Frodo's cock. "I want to feel you when you clench so hard around me that I can't even think, no more. I want to feel your balls tighten up just before you spill all over me hand. And then I want to taste you while I'm still inside you," he said thickly, mouthing Frodo's ear.

Frodo groaned, balls tightening.

"Yes! That's it, me darling," said Sam. "Come for me. I'm so hungry for you..."

"Love you..." And Frodo came, long and hard.

"Oh, Frodo!" cried Sam as Frodo came. "Oh love..." He held Frodo as he rode it out, hoping that it wouldn't do him any damage. He kissed him then, long and deep, before bringing his hand to his lips and licking Frodo's seed from it with great deliberation and care. "I've been wanting to taste you all day," he said. "I love you."

"Ngh."

Sam pressed into Frodo, kissing him, allowing him to taste his own seed on Sam's tongue and breath.

Frodo groaned, pressing back into the kiss, even though he felt as if his bones had been removed. "So perfect..."

"You are, indeed," murmured Sam against Frodo's lips.

"And so are you.”

Sam kissed Frodo, holding his lover against him and cradling his face in one hand. "Let's
go to bed, sweetheart," he said into the kiss. "It's getting late and you need your sleep. And so I can hold you close and look into your beautiful face without having to twist you up to do it," he added, thickly, "even though I don't want to leave you, nohow." He nudged his hips forward, his softened cock still happily ensconced in Frodo.

"Don't want you to, either..." Frodo murmured, around a yawn.

Sam laughed, softly, and nibbled Frodo's jaw. "But I'd better," he said, regretfully. He kissed Frodo, lifting him just enough so that he could pull out, and moaned as he did. "Let's get you to bed before you fall asleep altogether," he said. He ran his hand suggestively down Frodo's thigh. "Besides, it might be the only chance we ever get to walk naked through this place. Well, half-naked, anyway...”

"Carry me?" Frodo asked, snuggling closer to him.

"Only if you promise not to wear a skirt," growled Sam, and then lifted him, gently, cradling him close.

Frodo giggled sleepily. "Why would I wear a skirt?"

Sam shuddered. "I still can't get of the memory of you 'swooning' out of me head. Reminds me too much of May when she were playing at history, all fake tea and pink frills and ugh!" Sam vibrated so hard his teeth chattered.

Frodo laughed aloud. "Oh Sam..."

"Maybe if I hadn't seen that growing up, I wouldn't 'a turned queer," he quipped.

"No, you would've," Frodo said firmly. "Otherwise, I wouldn't have gotten to kiss you.”

"Oh, yes, you would," said Sam. "Ain't no-one could resist you, even if he were happily married with 13 children."

"I'm lucky you're not, then," Frodo replied, snuggling close as Sam carried him to his room. "Hate to break up that big a family..."

"Aye, there is that," said Sam. "And I consider meself right lucky, too. In more ways than one." He kissed Frodo thoroughly, lingering with him in his arms over the bed. "I don't want to let you go, even for a second," he murmured, looking deep into his lover's eyes before laying him on the bed, never breaking the contact.

Frodo arched up, to kiss him again. "I don't want you to let me go, either, Sam. Want to spend forever in your arms..."

Sam kissed Frodo in turn, climbing onto the bed and on top of Frodo as he did, reaching to unbutton Frodo's shirt and push it gently off. "Let's have done with these clothes, then," he said, softly. "I don't want nothing between us, tonight, excepting your beautiful skin."

"And yours," Frodo whispered, touching Sam's shoulder lightly. "I want to feel you..."

Sam pulled off his own shirt and lay down carefully on top of Frodo. "I love you, so," he said, stroking Frodo's hair back from his temples. "I dreamed of this so long, and now I'm here, the dream can't even touch it."

"I know..." Frodo kissed him softly, fighting sleep. He wanted to be awake with his Sam. "I love you..."

"I know," said Sam, looking deep into Frodo's eyes for a long moment. "And we both need to sleep," he said, at last. He rolled carefully off Frodo, taking him with him and cradling him tenderly in his arms.

"Good night, Sam," Frodo murmured, cuddling close. He giggled sleepily. "I can't believe we fucked in front of your sister..."

Sam grinned, kissing Frodo with more heat than he'd intended or could act upon at that moment. "Neither can I," he said. "I just wish I hadn't found it so..."

"Arousing?" Frodo asked, snuggling closer. "It can be. To know someone else is there, and doesn't know what's going on...”

"You put it more politely than I would have," said Sam, nuzzling Frodo. "I was going to say 'hot as hell', but then I had to think about that being my sister. And that made it even naughtier, and I don't want to go there, as they say." He licked Frodo's ear. "I just want to do it again, sometime, is all. Maybe somewhere else and with someone else in the room. Like one of the Sackville-Bagginses, perhaps," said Sam, his cock twitching shamelessly at the thought.

Frodo smiled slow and dangerous. "You're a naughty boy, Samwise Gamgee. I knew I loved you."

Sam rolled onto his back, pulling Frodo with him, playfully, to lie on top. He kissed him, deep and hot. "Shall we make a dinner date at a nice, fancy restaurant where no one knows us? One with dark corner tables, nice long tablecloths and very slow service?" He squeezed Frodo's arse, sensual and thorough in his attack.

Frodo groaned deeply. "Oh Sam... I think we shall."

Sam groaned in turn, arching into Frodo without quite meaning to. "Sorry about that," he said, ruefully. "Just can't help meself when I'm around you."

"And you think I can? I've been wanking nightly because of you for years..."

"Oh, God!" moaned Sam, his now very interested cock curving up to tap suggestively against Frodo's cleft. "You ain't the only one... God, whenever I were near you before, I had to wear loose trousers or turn away quick. I still perk up, as it were, whenever I see you." He nibbled at Frodo's bottom lip.

Frodo laughed softly. "Oh, to be more awake right now..."

"Don't worry, love; I just can't make that thing behave around you, is all. Never could. And you ain't the only one as needs sleep," he said, directing his voice pointedly at his groin.

Frodo laughed softly, and cuddled closer. "Love you."

"I love you, too," said Sam, and he hugged him close as he rolled them both onto their sides, still intertwined. "And it's time to sleep, love." He kissed Frodo, tenderly, his eyes, his cheeks and then his mouth.

Frodo sighed, pressing in close. "Always in your arms..."

"Always," agreed Sam, gathering him in and kissing him again. "Always," he murmured emphatically, tightening his hold about Frodo for a moment before settling into a comfortable embrace for the night.

Frodo yawned, and snuggled in. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, sweetheart," murmured Sam, letting sleep claim him as he felt Frodo tucking his head against his chest, soothed by the feel of silky curls against his throat.