“Like this, Sir?” He gently squeezed Frodo’s groin, fully aware of the hard, distinct shape of Frodo’s member, even if it was still inside his breeches. He felt his own arousal throbbing in response.
“Yes, Sam,” Frodo whispered. “That’s so good, so good …”
Their mouths met for a slow, deep kiss, then, feeling his legs failing him in the intense pleasure, Frodo leaned on Sam to balance himself. Sam continued to massage the entire area, causing Frodo to moan and nibble at Sam’s ear and neck.
“Stop Sam, stop please…” Frodo suddenly pleaded.
“Don’t you like it, Sir?” Sam asked in puzzlement.
“I like it far too much, Sam. I’m about to come in my trousers!” He regained some control. “Just … not here, Sam, not yet. We have to walk a little more, and then you’ll see.”
“See what, Mr. Frodo?”
Frodo took the younger hobbit’s hand in his. “There’s a special place I want to show you, a place where the sun and the moon meet.”
* * *
They walked away in silence, until they reached the fields of wheat and barley.
That night was exceptionally bright and a generous full moon bathed the plants in that particular shade of pale silver-gold.
Frodo smiled as he saw Sam totally enraptured by the magical atmosphere of this place.
“Oh, it’s wonderful, Sir! I’ve always watched the fields in the daylight, under the sun, but I’ve never been so far from home, this late at night … The moon, I’ve never seen it so clearly … I don’t know why, Mr. Frodo, but it reminds me of you, of the paleness of your skin …”
“Just like the sun reminds me of you, dear Sam. But it’s not true that the sun sweeps away the moon and the moon chases away the sun. They can mix together fairly well, as you can see. Just like the two of us …”
Frodo turned towards Sam and kissed him passionately.
They held each other tight, both under the magical spell of love and a breathtaking summer night, surrounded by total silence, save for the singing of the crickets and the whisper of the breeze among the high ears.
Above all, there was the insistent drumming of their heartbeat, and their held breath, suspended in anticipation and waiting for release.
They reached the green meadow in front of the fields. Frodo rested his head on Sam’s shoulder, while Sam was delicately caressing his silken curls.
When they stared into each other’s eyes, Sam started tracing his fingers along Frodo’s brow, over his thin nose and soft lips, each touch followed by a feather kiss. Frodo closed his eyes, savouring the most tender of moments, and Sam kissed his eyelids.
“So perfect, so beautiful …” whispered Sam, without stopping his exploration of Frodo’s face with fingers and lips.
Sam was totally lost in his feelings. He could not believe that the adorable hobbit, the creature he loved more than his own life, was in his arms, in love with him, totally trusting him, and longing for his kisses and caresses.
“It’s so sweet Sam …” Frodo breathed in response. Then he opened his eyes and slowly began the same treatment on Sam, brushing his lips over each inch of that beloved face.
