His master was simply different from anyone: so sweet and delicate, so funny and extravagant, so clever and well mannered, so strong and yet so unsure. So special.
So completely Frodo. His precious Frodo.
And now that he had discovered their mutual feelings, Sam could not lose all this … not now. But he had to go …
"Sam?” Frodo interrupted his reverie.
Sam looked startled, and they both laughed. “Sorry, Mr. Frodo. I was just thinking. I’ve never felt so happy in my life, but I can’t stop my mind from worrying about tomorrow, about our future. I’ll be gone in a couple of days, at most. What are we supposed to do?”
“I don’t know, Sam. But the one thing I know for sure is that I won’t let any regret torment me in days to come. Tonight I don’t want to think about anything else. Only you Sam, only you. Tonight I want to be with you, if you want it too.”
“Of course I want it, Sir.”
“Then come with me, Sam.”
They started walking, slowly, enjoying sweet talk and each other’s presence, pausing here and there to share a kiss or a hug.
“There’s one thing I must confess, Mr. Frodo,” the gardener suddenly said in a low voice. “And I’m so ashamed, but I want to be honest … please, don’t be angry with me …”
“What is it Sam? Tell me.”
“I saw you, Sir, last night. I came to Bag End to talk to you, about us … The bathroom window was open so I peered in …”At this point Sam blushed furiously. “… And I saw you, taking a bath and …”
Frodo smiled, half amused and not surprised at all. “So it was really you at the window!”
“Whaat? Are you saying that you caught me watching?” Sam’s already flushed face burned even more with shame.
“Well, not exactly, Sam, I don’t know how to explain. Maybe I really saw you, but I was so drunk that I thought I had just imagined you, watching me …” The laughing tone of Frodo’s voice then turn into a softer one. “But it was a good sensation indeed…You know, I was thinking about you … and I liked it.”
“Liked it …?”
“Yes Sam, to be watched by you, to have your eyes on me, on my body … It felt so good, so arousing …” Frodo stopped and nibbled at Sam’s earlobe, then asked in an impossibly husky voice,
“Tell me Sam, what exactly did you see?”
Sam gulped, his heart beating madly.
“You were bathing, Sir, and … you were … ehm, touching yourself, begging your pardon, Sir.”
“Yes, Sam”. A quick flick of that clever tongue into Sam’s ear. “And I imagined it was your hands on me, stroking me, like …”
Sam summoned all his courage. He placed a hand on Frodo’s waist, then lowered his trembling fingers, slowly following a path downward.
