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Sam came in around teatime to find no evidence of a meal being started, which was not at all unusual since Frodo Baggins had become master of Bag End. Not that Frodo ever skipped meals on purpose, he was probably buried in some old translation or going through some old paperwork of Bilbo's.
Knowing that Frodo could stay that way for far longer than he ought to, only to come out for dinner or supper with the appetite of a ravening wolf pack, Sam got started on fixing something to eat.
He was in the middle of preparing some dill and cucumber sandwiches, Frodo's favorite, when he thought he heard his name. It was breathy, almost desperate sounding.
Fearing Frodo had injured himself, Sam hurried to Frodo's study, expecting to find him hurt in some way. Maybe he'd cut himself with his pen knife, or burnt himself on a candle again. But fearing Frodo might truly be hurt, Sam, in his concern, burst in without knocking.
It was a beautiful, glorious mistake, for there was Frodo, splayed on the couch, naked except for an open shirt, cock in his hand, and a plug in his ass. Though the moment was fleeting, it was one of the most beautiful things Sam had ever seen.
Frodo, however, went very red indeed and began searching in vain for something to cover himself with, all while apologizing profusely.
"I forgot to lock the door," he explained, his cock still traitorously hard and leaking, "I am so sorry Sam."
Frodo, brought his knees up to try to protect his modesty (what was left of it), but which pressed the plug even harder against that very special place inside him. He had to bite down hard on the moan that was trying to escape him.
"Tis my fault Sir," said Sam, who was now every bit as embarrassed and aroused as Frodo, "I thought I heard you calling but I ought to have knocked."
Privately, Frodo wanted to tell Sam that he had in fact called his name and that he would very much like Sam to have his way with him, but that wouldn't be proper, would it?
"It's, er, it's quite all right Sam," he said lamely, eyes fixed on the wallpaper behind Sam’s head, "I uh, I should have been more-more quiet."
"D-do you want help with that?" Sam blurted out before he could stop himself.
"I thought I heard my name just now," he continued before he could chicken out, "and begging your pardon, but it seems as though you might have been thinking about me. And well, I'm here and-"
"I was thinking about you," admitted Frodo, still not able to look Sam in the eye, "I know I shouldn't but I saw you with your shirt off in the garden and-and I couldn't help myself."
Sam took a step towards Frodo.
"I'm-" said Frodo as he opened his legs for him, "I'm not going to last long I'm afraid, but-but there's oil on the side table if you want to-want to take me."
Sam knelt before Frodo, which gave him a good look at Frodo's cock. He very much wanted to suck it.
"I ain't never coupled with a lad before," he said, "but I could finish you and maybe you could show me?"
"Of course," said Frodo, who was trembling a little.
"Can I-" stammered Sam, part of him wondering if this wasn't a dream, "can I finish you with my mouth?"
"I'd like that very much, Sam."
Needing no further confirmation, Sam went to work. Add much as he wanted to touch every inch of Frodo's body, it was quite obvious to him that Frodo was too close for that and would most likely finish far earlier than either of them wanted.
Frodo's hands flew to Sam's hair as Sam took the head of his cock into his mouth. It took everything in him not to thrust into the warm wetness of Sam's mouth.
Sam seemed to know what he was doing too. His mouth, the suction. Frodo could hardly think straight with it.
"Ah, Sam," he said, "ah, I'm going to-"
In response, Sam patted his thigh to let him know it was all right to let go, then he swallowed him down to the root.
Frodo arched off the couch with a cry, his fingers tugging on Sam's hair as he came.
Sam drank every bitter drop. He drew off gently, stopping to kiss the head of Frodo's cock. Frodo moaned softly.
He was an absolutely beautiful, glorious wreck; splayed before Sam, dark hair plastered to his forehead. Sam could not help but stare.
"Alright?" He asked.
Frodo's eyes fluttered open and he smiled at Sam.
"Better than all right," he said, his expression soft and tired, "that was-that was. How are you so good at that?"
"I ain't supposed to tell," said Sam, "but me 'n some folk in the village used to-used to learn on each other."
"Oh," said Frodo, "well whoever taught you to do that did a very good job."
"Thank you S-" he began, "do I still call you Sir?"
"Only if you want to," said Frodo, touching Sam's cheek, "I don't mind if you call me Frodo though."
"But you're still hard," he said glancing down at the tent in Sam's pants, "do you still want me to show you how to couple?"
"Aye," he said, "but can we do it in the bedroom?"
"Of course, of course dear Sam," said Frodo, "it might be a moment though, my legs are like jelly."
"I think I could carry you if you'd like," said Sam, who was a strong young hobbit.
"If you think you can," Frodo said, "I don't want you to hurt yourself."
Sam slipped his arm under Frodo's knees and rested a hand on Frodo's back.
"Put your arms around my neck, M-Frodo," he said, "I'll try to lift you."
"Hold on Sam," said Frodo, reaching to grab a small bottle on the side table, "we can't forget the oil."
Frodo wound his arms around Sam's neck. He would normally have allowed anyone to carry him anywhere but the idea of being carried to bed, naked except for a thin linen shirt, by Sam Gamgee appealed to him. As did the idea that he was being carried to bed to be fucked.
Sam found that Frodo was not a terribly heavy burden and had no difficulty carrying him to the bedroom, all while Frodo kissed, licked, and nibbled at his neck.
"Don't give me no love bites Frodo," he said, "I ain't sure I'm ready for anyone to know."
"Alright," said Frodo, who didn't sound the least bit upset, but Sam decided to make sure he knew what he meant anyway.
"I just don't think I'm ready for the stir it'll cause," said Sam, "I just want-"
"I understand," said Frodo, who was now lying on the bed and had just tossed aside the shirt he had been wearing.
Sam gaped for a moment. Seeing Frodo lying there, spread out just for him with a plug still in his ass still was indescribable.
"Do you still want to?" Frodo asked, "if you'd like, you can take your-your clothes off and I'll show you how."
Sam had been so busy being in awe of Frodo's very naked state that he'd completely forgotten that he was still fully clothed. That just wouldn't do.
"Right," said Sam, unbuttoning his shirt rather clumsily in the haste to get it off. His prick was straining against his pants now, as if begging to be set free.
Frodo leaned back, watching Sam strip though dark lashes. He was not yet able to get hard but the sight of Sam taking his clothes off for him still made him shiver, but he noticed Sam seemed uncertain.
"Are you nervous dear?" Asked Frodo, "do you still want to do this. It's alright if you don't, there are plenty of other things we can do."
"I want to," Sam said, trembling, "oh lor do I want to. I just, I dunno what to do."
"Why don't you lie beside me," Frodo said, patting the space bedside him, "we can kiss and touch a little bit of you'd like."
"I'd like that," said Sam, crawling in next to him.
Frodo drew him close so they were face to face. Sam was suddenly aware of just how close and just how naked they both were.
"Feels like I'm dreaming," he said, "like I'm gonna wake up at the end of this all sticky."
"I could pinch you if you'd like," teased Frodo, "but tell me, you've kissed before right?"
"Aye, I've kissed," said Sam, "I've done lots of things before, I just ain't never tupped no one before."
"Of course," said Frodo, "I was expecting that. It's quite alright. Would it be too bold of me to ask for a kiss?"
Frodo had encouraged Sam to straddle him and was playing with the ends of his hair. He could feel Sam's cock, hard and leaking against his belly and could feel the first early stirrings of his own.
Their lips met tenderly at first, but Sam was less timid than he had expected. He opened his mouth to Sam with a sigh, tasting his seed on Sam's lips.
Their hands were everywhere, touching, teasing. Sam grunted as Frodo's hand slid down his ribs, Frodo groaned into Sam's mouth when his work worn hands found his nipple. Slowly, almost painfully so, Sam's hands made their way down, until he took hold of the plug.
"Sam wait!" Said Frodo, gently pushing him away.
Sam snatched his hands away, now kneeling in between Frodo's legs.
"Did I do something wrong?" He asked.
"No, no," said Frodo, "you didn't, but…have you ever taken a plug out?"
"Oh," said Sam, "well, I haven't before."
"That's all right," he said, "you were doing wonderfully, but taking a plug out has to be done gently or you can injure the person who's wearing it."
"Oh I'm sorry," said Sam, "I guess I got too excited."
"That's quite understandable," Frodo said, "everyone tends to be a bit over enthusiastic their first time. Here, I'll show you."
Frodo spread his legs nice and wide so Sam could see what he was doing. Taking ahold of the plug and began to pull gently but firmly until it slipped out.
Sam watched fascinated as the plug came out and couldn't help but tremble at the sight of Frodo stretched and ready for him.
"Now," said Frodo in a businesslike manner that got a laugh out of Sam, "what?"
"I'm sorry for laughing," said Sam, "you just sound so professional-like, teaching me how to take you in the ass."
"Well, I didn't mean to," he said, "I've never taught anyone to do this before."
"Why, you're as nervous as I am," observed Sam.
"If course I am," said Frodo, "I'm about to do this with- well I haven't done this in five or six years."
'do you still want to?" Asked Sam.
"More than anything," Frodo replied.
"Good," said Sam, "cause I still do too…how do I do it."
"Here," said Frodo, passing the oil to Sam, "slick your fingers up with that and put three in me."
"Three? Are you sure?" Sam asked eyeing Frodo's pucker dubiously.
"Normally, you'd go in one at a time, but I'm already stretched," he said, "you could fuck me right now, but there's a place inside of me that's easier to find with your fingers."
"Does it feel good?" Sam asked
"Very good," said Frodo, "I'll try it on you sometime if you like, but will you please stick your fingers in me?"
Sam's touch was gentle, timid almost as he pushed into him. Frodo yielded with a sigh as Sam buried his fingers in to the knuckle.
"It's awful tight Frodo," he said, "are you sure my prick'll fit?"
"Yes," said Frodo, who was already half hard, "just-just curl your fingers. I'll-I'll let you know when you find the place."
Sam did as he was instructed, curling his fingers inside of Frodo. He hadn't expected to feel anything, but Frodo arched off the bed with a moan when his fingers brushed against the little nub he found inside.
"Is that it then?" He asked, "does it really feel that good?"
"Oh yes!" Sighed Frodo, who was now rock hard, "oh dear! Yes it really-aaaah! Really does-ngh! Good."
Clearly, whatever Sam was doing felt so good that it was making Frodo incoherent and it made him curious if the same thing could be done to him. He'd never expected Frodo to react like this from his touch.
"Sam," Frodo moaned his name in a way that sent a shiver through him.
"Oh Sam, Sam!" Said Frodo, "I'm ready, please Sam."
"Alright," said Sam, scooting forward so his cock was brushing against the inside of Frodo's thigh, "how do I get inside?"
"The oil," said Frodo, "oh dear I forgot. Slick your cock with it first and then-and then you line it up with my hole and you push inside."
It took several fumbling movements and apologies before Sam was lined up with Frodo's entrance.
"Wait!" Said Frodo, "take it slowly, it can hurt if you do it too quick."
Frodo gasped and squirmed slightly as Sam entered him. His hands clutched at the sheets as he reminded himself to breathe.
"Do you-do you feel alright?" Sam asked.
"You're so thick Sam," Frodo gasped,"I need a moment Sam. Are you alright?"
"You're so tight I can't hardly think," said Sam, who was trembling, "do you need me to stop M- Frodo?"
"No,"hissed Frodo, "I just need a moment dear. Oh! It's been a long time since I've had a cock inside me."
Frodo forced himself to lay back and breathe, to relax. He concentrated on the feeling of Sam's cock buried in him, until the pain of being breached in a way he wasn't used to, eased.
"I'm ready dear," said Frodo quietly, "just be gentle, I think I bit off a bit more than I could chew.
"Well let me know if you need me to stop s-dear," said Sam, "I don't wanna hurt you."
"Very well," Frodo said.
Sam pressed gently deeper into Frodo, thumbs stroking his hips, encouraging Frodo to relax.
"Oh Sam," said Frodo in a voice that was close to euphoric, "you feel so good. P-please finish me."
"Can I come in you?"
"Oh yes," Frodo said, drawing him close, "please, please do so."
Their mouths met as Sam's thrusts buried him deeper into Frodo's tight heat. His breath was coming in gasps and moans in between kisses.
Their bodies were slick with sweat and Frodo's moans were getting louder, more insistent.
He reached for Frodo's cock, but he batted his hand away and took hold off it himself.
"I know you liked-ah!" His words were cut off by a moan as Sam's cock prodded him in the place that drove him wild.
"Oh dear," he said, "ah, I know-I know you liked watching me."
"Oh Frodo, Frodo!" Said Sam, leaning on to kiss him
"Sam, dear Sam!" Frodo cried, "oh dear, I'm getting close!"
But Sam was already there. The sight of Frodo touching himself while being buried in him had been too much. With a final cry of 'Frodo!' he tipped over the edge.
He did not come back to himself until Frodo arched under him with a cry and felt his seed spill between them. He had been stroking himself the entire time.
They exchanged long lazy kisses, their limbs heavy, movements slow.
"I'm not hurting you am I?" Sam asked.
"No Sam," he said, "you're a bit heavy on my hips, but I'm alright. I like feeling you inside me."
He rubbed Sam's thigh.
"Just a moment more." He said.
Sam reached to stroke Frodo's sweaty curls, he made a little noise and leaned into his touch. His expression was languid and beautiful, and it made Sam's heart thump.
He wanted to tell Frodo he loved him, but he didn't know if that was right. Instead he settled on kissing him.
"Would you like me to run you a bath s-Frodo?"
"If you can get up," said Frodo, "I'm not going to be able to for a bit."
He made an unhappy little noise when Sam pulled out of him.
Sam managed to climb shakily to his feet, it took a good deal more effort than he was expecting. Frodo didn't make any effort to move, lying limp upon the mattress, totally spent and covered in their cum.
It was a beautiful sight, but Sam knew a bath would be beneficial.
On shaky legs, he made his way to the bathroom and turned on the water to fill the tub. He pulled over a chair and sank gratefully into it.
Periodically, he would check the temperature of the water. It wouldn't do to accidently scald Frodo with bath water that was far too hot.
When he felt the tub was full enough, he heaved himself out of the chair and made his way to the bedroom.
Frodo was still lying in the same position on the bed, clearly fast asleep. Sam leaned over and shook his shoulder gently.
Frodo opened his eyes and squinted up at him.
"What is it Sam?"
"I've got a bath ready for you Frodo," answered Sam, "can you get up?"
Frodo pushed himself into a sitting position, wincing slightly.
"Are you all right?" Sam asked.
"I'm a little sore down there," Frodo answered, "I haven't done this in a while. Can you help me up?"
Sam slung Frodo's arm around his shoulders and helped him to his, rather unsteady, feet. It was obvious to Sam that Frodo would not be able to walk to the bathroom under his own power.
"Are you alright Frodo?" He asked.
"I'm fine Sam," Frodo answered, "I just haven't coupled like that in years and my body's not used to it. Don't worry, you did wonderfully."
Sam assisted Frodo into the tub, who sank back with a sigh.
“That feels wonderful after everything,” said Frodo “you should join me Sam.”
“Is there room?”
“Yes,” Frodo answered, “it might overflow a bit, but we can clean up later.”
Sam climbed into the tub across from Frodo. Water splashed out of the tub onto the floor, but he found that the warm water was pleasant after their activities.
“isn't this nice?” Frodo said.
“Aye, it's very nice,” said Sam.
Frodo smiled and closed his eyes, leaning back against the edge of the tub.
“You know,” he said, “we should try making love here some time.”
Sam too leaned back against his side of the tub.
“Aye, that would be nice,” said Sam, “if you're willing.”
“Of course I am dear Sam,” said Frodo opening an eye, “I wouldn't have suggested it if I wasn't.”
Frodo lay back again, his expression serene, and Sam couldn't help but stare. He was beautiful and he thought to himself that he could get used to seeing him like this every day.