Samwise Gamge plodded up the path to Bagend very slowly. It was getting into the evening now and it was winter so a little ice had begun to form on the ground. Normally he would be rushing up to bag end right now. Today was the day he went up to Bagend and Mr Bilbo taught him his letters.
When his Gaffer had heard that he was learning his letters, he's forbidden Sam to go up to Bagend anymore. Mr. Bilbo had managed to persuade him to let the lessons go on thought and Sam always enjoyed them thoroughly. He was getting quite good at them now, even if he did say so himself.
Today he hesitated though. He'd moved on from his letters now. My Bilbo was trying to teach him his numbers.
He understood it all in simple terms. He could count and all and hand out money and say how many flowers were on the tree, it was just some of the more complicated things Mr Bilbo seemed to want him to know that had him confused. Why would he ever need his times tables anyway?
But he didn't stop the lessons. He went up faithfully every week and fussed and fretted about numbers for one simple reason.
Mr. Frodo would be there.
Sure, Sam would see Frodo about. Often they would run into each other while working, but they never really sat down and talked other then throughout Mr. Bilbo's lessons. Mr. Frodo seemed to enjoy helping Sam with his letters and Sam enjoyed letting him. To be honest there was nothing he liked more on a cold winters night then to sit in front of the warm fire at Bagend with a warm cup of tea and a book in his lap and have Mr. Frodo listening to him read. There was none of that now though. Just hard numbers. And Mr. Bilbo was most persistent with them. If maybe he could just do his letters for a little then go back to the numbers but “No,” Mr. Bilbo said “No Sam my lad. You know them letters, now you need your numbers”.
Sighing, Sam found himself at the door to Bagend. He hesitated then knocked slowly. To his surprise Mr. Frodo pulled open the door rather then Mr. Bilbo. He couldn't stop a huge grin spreading over his face.
“Sam my lad!” Mr, Frodo explained, ushering him inside. “Come in come in and take of that coat. I've got a warm fire going in the sitting room. I'm afraid Bilbo has had to go up to Brie for a while but he said if you were willing I should try to help you with your numbers. Will that be ok Sam?”
“Of course Mr. Frodo sir.” Sam spluttered. Alone with Mr. Frodo for the evening. There wasn't a chance he would turn down an opportunity like this. Mr Frodo led him into the sitting room and over to the table. His things were already there. Maybe Mr. Frodo had been waiting for him?
Sam looked up at the clock to see if he was late and found that, in fact, he was early. Maybe Mr. Frodo was just eager to have him out of the way so he could get on with higher things.
He sat himself quietly at the table and Mr. Frodo went about pouring them some tea. His Gaffer would go mad if he knew that Sam had let Mr. Frodo pour tea and the like but Mr. Bilbo preferred to do things himself and Mr. Frodo was so like Mr. Bilbo. Sam had learnt a long time ago it was best not to insist.
Once they were both comfortable seated Frodo began. Sam listened closely to everything Mr. Frodo had to say and tried to understand it all but it was hard stuff and he was only a simple Hobbit. He should have liked to answer the questions and please Mr. Frodo but he just couldn't. Finally Frodo sighed and tossed the charts aside.
“How about a break?” he asked. “Come over and sit by the fire with me Sam.”
“I should probably go sir...” Sam mumbled, looking down at his boots. “It's not that I want to go sir but my Gaffer...”
“Oh...” Frodo whispered. “Of course Sam. I understand. It's just I've been so lonely for the past few days without Bilbo. I was hoping we could sit and talk for a while...”
Sam froze. Mr Frodo wanted him to sit and talk. Sam wanted nothing more then to sit and talk with Mr. Frodo all night if he could. He knew he would feel miserable sitting down in his kitchen when he knew Mr. Frodo was up here all on his own. But then again there was his Gaffer. Sam didn't want to make his Gaffer mad or he would be in for it when he finally got home. But he wanted to stay with Mr. Frodo so much.
“I don't suppose he'd mind if I sat here for a while,” Sam suggested shyly.
“I wouldn't want you to get into trouble...”
“It's be all right Mr. Frodo,” Sam said, hoping he sounded more certain then he felt.
“If your sure,” Mr. Frodo said, a grin spreading over his face. He ushered Sam over to a chair in front of the fire and moved of to get some cakes and tea. Sam felt very uncomfortable sat there in front of the bagend fire alone while his master rushed around fetching things for him. It wasn't the proper order of things at all but he couldn't say that to Mr. Frodo.
Soon they were both sat by the warm fire. Mr. Frodo asked Sam about trivial things. They talked for a while about the garden, then Sam’s gaffer, then the talk that had been going on in the pubs that week. Sam felt thoroughly happy and peaceful, sat there in an overstuffed chair, feeling full and warm and talking to Mr. Frodo. He knew it wasn't his lot in life to be like this, but for now he could enjoy it.
Slowly the talk turned round to numbers again. Sam stiffened at the thought. He really did hate them, and he told Mr. Frodo so. The older hobbit laughed lightly.
“I know Sam,” he said. “But I think it would be best for you to learn them. There's not harm in it.”
“I just can't thought sir. It's not that I haven't tried...”
“I know Sam,” Frodo sighed. “Maybe it'll get easier if you keep trying.”
Sam hadn't realised just how close they were sat. Mr. Frodo had inched closer and now there lips were almost touching. Sam thought about closing the gap and stealing a kiss but it would be very wrong. It wasn't his place in life to go around kissing hobbits like that. Not only was Mr. Frodo a boy, but he was well about Sam in social terms. It would be horribly wrong for them to kiss.
But still he closed the gap and pressed his lips to Mr. Frodo’s. Mr. Frodo froze for a moment in shock. Sam was just beginning to panic when Mr. Frodo returned the kiss. It felt so good, having Mr. Frodo’s lips pressing against his.
Mr. Frodo parted his lips slightly and Sam pushed forward, slipping his tongue into his masters mouth experimentally. It felt so good and so right but still a little voice in the back of his head said it was wrong. Somehow he managed to pull back.
“I don't think we should be doing this Mr. Frodo...it's not right,” he whispered, squirming in his seat. He wanted to carry on very badly but...
“I know Sam,” Frodo replied calmly. “I know all the reasons we shouldn't do this. But it feels so good, it can't really be wrong...after all, I love you Sam.”
Sam didn't know if he should cry or laugh or do everything. But it was all wrong he should go now. He should run home and not come up to bag end other then to do the work again. He shouldn't even come up for that only he had to it was his duty. Instead of doing those things thought he found words slipping out of hs mouth.
“I love you to Mr. Frodo.”
No sooner had he said it then Mr. Frodo rose and straddled his lap. He leant over and kissed his roughly on the lips. Sam wanted to protest. He really did. If anyone ever asked that was what he planned to tell them at least. In truth he lent forward, trying to get closer to Mr. Frodo. He would be happy to spend forever sat here with Mr. Frodo’s lips on his...
However Mr. Frodo seemed to have other plans. He was opening Sam’s shirt, very slowly. For a second Sam thought to protest but what would be the use. He wanted this so badly and it was being given to him freely, maybe it wouldn't be a crime to take it.
He gasped as Mr. Frodo’s wandering hands found his nipple. It felt nice. He'd never been touched like this so far. It was quite unusual. It wasn't that he'd never had the chance, he'd just never been able to imagine giving this part of himself to anyone other then Mr. Frodo...only he'd never imagined Mr. Frodo would want it...
Mr. Frodo’s lips left his and he felt a moment of panic. Had he done something wrong? Maybe this was all a joke. Then Mr. Frodo had puled his shirt out of his pants and of over his head and he was kissing him again and it would all be ok...
Sam almost wanted to cry. Instead he slid his hand up between their bodies and began unfastening Mr. Frodo’s shirt. The older Hobbit obligingly moved back and little and allowed Sam to remove the shirt. He then climbed to his feet and pulled Sam with him.
“You have to tell me if I go to far Sam,” Frodo said softly. “I don't want to push you to much. I don't know what you like yet Sam but if you don't like anything we do you must tell me right away.”
“Of course sir,” Sam replied, not meaning it. He would endure anything if it made his master happy.
“I mean it Samwise Gamge. I want to make you feel good...it's what will make me happy. Don't be getting any silly notions in your head that you have to do exactly as I say...you don't.”
“I’ll try sir...” Sam whispered. He didn't like asking anything of his master. It wasn't his place.
“Please don't call me sir here Sam...” Frodo said, a pleading look in his eyes. “I don't like it at the best of times but especially not now. It makes me feel like I'm forcing you to be here...just call me Frodo.”
“I’ll try Mr...Frodo,” Sam said, stuttering a little. This was certainly not his place. Things felt strange and he was beginning to feel strange. He didn't like change. He hated to think what his gaffer would say if he knew about this.
As if sensing Sam’s fear, Frodo reached out and drew him close. Sam felt a little safer wrapped up in Frodo’s arms.
“It'll be ok Sam,” Frodo whispered. “Come, sit here. Let me make you feel good Sam.”
“If it's what you want Mr. Frodo...” Sam said uncertainly. He let himself be pushed backwards onto the soft rug in front of the fire. Frodo lent over him softly and kissed him again. Sam forced himself to relax. If he could only make the part of him that insisted this was wrong be quiet, just for a while...
Frodo’s hands were moving again, down over his chest. Sam shuddered. It felt so good. He reached up and wrapped one arm around Mr. Frodo’s waist, then tangled one hand in his hair, pulling him down into the kiss.
Frodo slowly began to undo Sam’s pants. Sam let out a breath as Frodo’s warm hands brushed against him. He was afraid he could come then and there. He managed not to though.
He lifted his hips a little and Frodo removed his pants and underwear, tossing them aside. He lay there now naked. He felt so vulnerable, spread out with Frodo looking down on him. Not this he would move or do anything to risk upsetting Frodo.
Frodo rose and Sam nearly panicked again until he realised Frodo was only stripping to. Sam lay and looked up on the man he loved. He really was a work of art. It wouldn't have surprised Sam one bit if he had elf blood in him. He was so pale he was almost unreal, but it's didn't make him look ill as it might in some hobbits. It was like he was made in marble. And he was smiling and looking down on Sam, eyes full of love and he'd never felt so loved.
“You're wonderful Sam...” Frodo whispered. Sam felt a blush creep up his cheek. Before he could say anything else Frodo lay down next to him and kissed him softly. Sam reached out, eager to touch his lover's body. He ran his hands over Frodo’s chest then up over his shoulders and down his perfect back. He ran his fingers in small circles, trying to remember every detail. Trying to remember which spots made Frodo react and in which ways.
Then Frodo pushed him over into his back, quite forcefully. He began to kiss Sam’s jaw. It felt so much better then the touch had and Sam moaned softly. Frodo carried on, kissing down his neck and across his chest. Then he found a nipple. Sam arched of the floor as Frodo took then nipple gently into his mouth. He kissed and bit gently until it was hard. Sam moaned as he moved on. He wanted more. It felt wonderful.
But now Frodo’s lips were moving across his stomach. Sam began to wonder exactly how far down the kisses were going to go. As Frodo began to get lower he stopped and sat up. Sam felt more then a little disappointed.
“This is your last chance to leave Sam,” Frodo said softly. “If you want to go then that's ok.”
“Of course I don't want to go, sir,” Sam said, breathing deeply. “Oh please don't stop.”
“What did I say about calling me sir,” Frodo said, smiling.
“I'm sorry,” Sam stammered.
“It's ok Sam,” Frodo whispered, moving up and kissing him. “Just please don't do it again.”
Then he moved down and gently kissed Sam’s cock. Sam gasped and thrust up. He couldn't hold out for much longer. Frodo seemed to realise this as a second later Sam found his entire cock in Frodo’s mouth. He gasped loudly and thrust hard. It felt so good and warm and...
Sam came in Frodo’s mouth. He lay there gasping as Frodo gently slid away and moved to lay down besides him, pulling him close for a hug.
Sam sighed softly. He's never been so content in his life. It was wonderful. HE felt as thought nothing could ruin this moment.
But Frodo hadn't been take care of.
Sam slid his arms down and felt Frodo’s hard cock. Frodo gasped a little as Sam wrapped his fingers around it, stroking it experimentally.
“No, Sam,” Frodo whispered. “You don't have to. This was suppose to be for you.”
“Please let me touch you,” Sam said. “It wont feel right unless I do. The way I figure it, it aint love if one person doesn't get anything.”
“If it'll make you Happy, Sam,” Frodo mumbled. “Please...”
Sam didn't waste any more time. He began to gently rub Frodo’s cock. Frodo pushed against his hands. Sam had never done this before, not even to himself. He still remembered a talk he'd had long ago with his Gaffer when he's been told it's fall of if he touched it like that. He knew now it wasn't true and felt silly for believing it for so long but still couldn't quite bring himself to touch himself.
Touching Mr. Frodo was entirely different though. He ran his finger all over him, eager to feel out every piece of him. After all, Mr. Frodo could have regrets by tomorrow and he may never get the chance again.
He reached out experimentally and cupped Frodo’s balls with one hand. Apparently, that was all Frodo could take and he came, crying Sam’s name.
Sam moved up and lay down besides Frodo. The older hobbit quickly reached across and hugged Sam, curling up in his arms.
“Was that all right...” Sam asked, hesitantly.
“It was wonderful,” Frodo sighed, laying his head on Sam’s chest. “I love you Sam.”
“I love you to Mr. Frodo.”
“You know Sam...Bilbo could be gone for months. And since your having so much trouble with your numbers, I wonder if we could persuade your Gaffer to let you come up here more often in the evenings...”
“I don't like lying...” Sam said softly, only just stopping himself from saying sir.
“Then we won't lie...We'll work for a while. What we do after that is our own business.”
Sam smiled and wrapped his arms tighter around Frodo. Soon, he would have to move and go home to his Gaffer, but for now, lying here with Frodo in his arms, he couldn't be happier.
THE END