By Kitsune25
(Frodo/Sam, NC-17)
Samwise sat perched on the edge of the oversized elven bed, a grin of relief lighting up his round face.
"Sam rarely left your side while you were recovering, Frodo," Gandalf stated, peering at the two hobbits from under bushy grey eyebrows. "He really-" The wizard paused as a slender, dark-haired elf entered the room.
"Lord Elrond requests your presence," the elf said solemnly, and Gandalf rose and followed him out, his gown billowing with his hurried stride.
Frodo gazed at his gardener and best friend with his wide blue eyes. "Sam, I..." his soft voice trailed off as the other hobbit slid closer, his hands grasping the silky sheets.
"I'm so glad you're here!" Sam gasped. "I was so worried..." His smile faded as he took in the paleness of Frodo's face and lips, the dark smudges under his huge eyes. The hobbit's curly hair hung limply over his forehead, contrasting sharply with his fair skin.
"Sam.." Frodo covered the heavy-set hobbit's warm hand with his own. Sam gulped, blinked, and looked down at the sheets.
"Frodo, I...I love you," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "When I thought you weren't going to make it, I...I just didn't know what to do..." The hobbit's voice trembled and a tear on his cheek reflected the afternoon sunlight that slanted through the windows. "I didn't know what I would do if you left me..."
Frodo's dark eyebrows drew together as Sam turned away, his shoulders shaking. "Oh Sam...I promise I won't ever leave you!"
Sam looked back at Frodo, noticing, not for the first time, Frodo's delicate, almost effeminate features. Unlike most hobbits, who as a rule have faces that are good-natured rather than beautiful, Frodo was strikingly attractive with his large, wide-set eyes, small, fine nose, and tiny mouth.
Before he could lose his nerve, Sam squeezed Frodo's hand, leaned forward, and kissed the hobbit's pale lips.
Frodo gasped, startled, nearly choking, and Sam drew back sharply. "I-I'm sorry Mr. F-Frodo, I wasn't th-thinking..." he stuttered, his cheeks flushing. To his astonishment, a smile appeared on Frodo's face and the hobbit threw his arms around Sam, pulling him back down into the sheets and returning the kiss wholeheartedly.
A flood of warmth rushed through Sam's body as he felt Frodo's soft, warm mouth against his. He realized suddenly how long he'd been wanting this, wanting to taste Frodo's lips, feel Frodo's body under his...
Sam tore open Frodo's shirt, exposing smooth skin marred only by the ugly scar near his shoulder where the ringwraith's blade had tried to drain his life, coming alarmingly close to succeeding. Frodo's chest heaved with his sharp, quick breaths, deliciously warm on Sam's face. His eyes closed and his lips parted slightly, releasing a soft moan, as Sam lowered his mouth to Frodo's neck and chest. The chubby hobbit's hand slid under the sheets.
Frodo inhaled sharply, his eyes opening wide, at the feel of a hand where no one had touched him ever before. Sam pulled away, blushing again. "S-sorry-"
"No," Frodo whispered, "that-that was quite nice." He closed his eyes again, writhing under the covers with sensations he had never before experienced.
Sam's breath caught in his chest and he slowly slid his hand back under the sheets, feeling the contrast between the silky elven material and the coarse fabric of Frodo's breeches. The warmth of Frodo's body beckoned him and he carefully worked his fingers under the hobbit's waistband.
Frodo cried out, bucking his hips into Sam's sweaty hand, and again Sam pulled away.
"No, keep doing that!" Frodo gasped, a flush tingeing his pale cheeks.
Instead, Sam tore away the sheets and pulled off the hobbit's trousers, leaving him completely exposed on the bed. He giggled nervously at the sight of Frodo's arousal. And then he leaned forward...
Frodo let out another cry as Sam's hot mouth closed around his erection. He dug his fingers into the sheets and arched his back, thrusting into that deliciously wet warmth, sweat streaming down his forehead, his breaths sharp and ragged. With one final thrust, one strangled cry, his toes curled, his entire body spasmed, and it was over.
Taken by surprise, Sam spluttered, swallowed, and raised his head, his tousled brown hair hanging in his eyes. Frodo lay panting, his chest and neck glistening, his fingers curled into the sheets at his sides, his nostrils flaring slightly with his gasping breaths.
Unable to contain himself any longer, Sam flung himself on top of the spent hobbit, covering his face with desperate kisses. Frodo giggled breathlessly and reached up to unbutton Sam's rumpled shirt. The bedroom door opened.
"Oh! Pardon me!" Elrond stood in the doorway, Gandalf beside him.
Sam gasped and froze, hovering over Frodo, who tried to cover himself with the sheets.
"Well, I never!" Gandalf exclaimed, and then burst out laughing as he turned to leave. "Just thought you'd like to know that the council meeting is in fifteen minutes."
Frodo and Sam stared at each other as the door closed. Frodo snorted. Sam snickered. In no time the two were rolling on the bed with hysterical laughter, tears streaming down their flushed cheeks.
"Oh, Sam, I love you too!" Frodo exclaimed, wrapping his arms around the hobbit with what remained of his strength. "And I promise you that I will return the favor after the council meeting."