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Frodo was lying shirtless on the bed when the sound of the bathroom door closing softly made him look up from his book. Sam stood there, his hair slightly damp and wearing only his underpants and a half-buttoned nightshirt.
“What?” He asked when he noticed his partner watching him.
“Nothing,” Frodo smirked. He still couldn’t get enough of seeing Sam soft and clean and happy and home, even though it’s been over a year since their journey. “I just think I should wait for you to get out of the shower more often.”
Sam rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide his smile for very long. He took a step towards the bed to join Frodo, but he was stopped suddenly.
“Hold on,” Frodo said and his smile grew bigger. “Let me enjoy the view for a little.”
The gardener seemed a bit embarrassed, to which Frodo replied “oh, my dear Sam. After all this time I thought you knew you make quite a sight.”
“Yeah, whatever. Can I stop standing here like an idiot and join you already?”
Frodo nodded and with a big, beautiful smile Sam joined him in bed and sat with his back against the headboard, his legs spread. Instead of sitting between his legs and resting his head on Sam’s chest like he usually did, Frodo lied between Sam’s legs and put his head on his thigh, wrapping an arm around it lazily. The younger hobbit’s skin was warm and soft and he smelt like Frodo’s favorite soap. Frodo felt a hand playing lovingly with his dark curls, and placed a soft kiss on his lover’s thigh.
Sam shuddered. Sometimes it was still hard for him to believe that he is so loved, so cared for - and by the smartest, strongest and most beautiful hobbit to ever exist, no less. He looked down at his Frodo and couldn’t believe his luck. He was holding the world’s greatest treasure in his arms.
“Sam?” Frodo’s angelic voice broke the silence.
“Hmm?”
“You know what breaks my heart?”
Sam felt slightly worried. How dare the world do anything to hurt his Frodo?
“What is it?” He finally asked.
“You’ll never know how much I love you.”
Sam felt his heart growing three sizes. He was frozen, so overwhelmed with love, he wasn’t even able to wipe away the tears escaping his eyes. Frodo’s grip around his thigh tightened and he pressed another kiss to it. He continued.
“You bring sunshine wherever you go. Your smile lights up a room. You are...” Frodo trailed off as he kissed Sam’s thigh three more times. His eyes were getting watery too. “You’re so beautiful, Sam. Sometimes I think I might cry just from looking at you. You are the good in this world, all of it. And you’re mine. My Sam.”
“I’m always yours,” Sam choked out, trying his best not to sob as Frodo’s gentle fingers trailed over his leg. Frodo looked up, blue eyes meeting golden brown, and smiled weakly. Frodo was irresistible. “I swear, Frodo, if you keep looking at me like that...”
“Then what?”
“My heart will grow bigger and bigger because there’s not enough room in it for how much I love you, until it explodes and I die, and it’s gonna be your fault. You’ll be the death of me, Frodo Baggins.”
Frodo giggled. “It sounds terrible. Is there any way to stop it?”
“Kiss me, you idiot.”
So Frodo couldn’t do anything but obey. He got up, straddled Sam and kissed him. It was tender and sweet and full of love. Frodo’s hand found Sam’s chest while all Sam could use his hands for was trying to get Frodo even closer to him. With one hand burried in dark curls and the other on the small of Frodo’s bare back, Sam parted his lips in invitation for more. Immediately he felt Frodo’s exploring tongue against his lips, so eager and curious as if it was their first time. Sam bit gently into Frodo’s soft, soft lower lip, which rewarded him with a low, satisfied groan.
Suddenly, Frodo broke the kiss. Sam looked up at him with confusion.
“Come, I want to show you something.”
Sam rolled his eyes and nuzzled Frodo’s neck. “I don’t wanna get up... I wanna stay like this forever.”
Frodo laughed softly and placed a kiss to the top of Sam’s head. He felt a tender kiss on his neck, followed by lips sucking on his skin just hard enough to leave a mark. “Come on, Sam, I really want you to see it.”
When Frodo got up and left the bed, Sam missed his presence immediately. With a groan he got up too and followed Frodo, who led him to the full-body mirror hanged on their bedroom wall.
“I want you to see how I see you,” Frodo explained and kissed the younger hobbit on his cheek. “You have such a great smile, and your eyes are so warm and golden, you have the cutest nose in the world.” Frodo squeezed himself beneath Sam’s arm and hugged him around his tummy. He continued. “Broad shoulders... strong arms...” he murmured and placed a kiss on the exposed chest. “Beautiful hands. So large and warm.” He unwrapped one of his arms to take Sam’s hand into his own and kiss it. “Your tummy is my favorite pillow. Well, it’s a tie with your thighs. So strong yet so soft, so warm. Smells like home. Feels like heaven.” Frodo squeezed Sam’s thigh affectionately and then stroked his tummy.
Sam looked at the mirror and saw himself, with Frodo tucked perfectly in his arms, face burried in his chest. So perfect together. He looked down at him, unable to speak with so much adoration flowing through him. His cheeks were damp with tears and his eyes full of love. Frodo looked up at him with the world’s bluest eyes and cupped both of his cheeks in his hands.
“You’re my angel, Sam. I can’t get enough of you.”
The tears kept running down Sam’s face, and Frodo felt a slight sting in his eyes. He kissed Sam’s chest, right over his heart, and started unbuttoning his shirt. He had to see every inch of the soft skin underneath it, had to touch and feel and admire everything about Sam. Sam, obviously, did not mind. Nothing felt better than Frodo’s slender fingers against his skin. Well, maybe his lips.
The now-unbuttoned shirt hung loosely over Sam’s broad shoulders, and Frodo stepped back for a moment just to admire him. “Still can’t believe all of this is mine.”
“Oh, you’re so good with words,” Sam said teasingly, although his voice was still shaking with emotion and his cheeks still wet. “Show me what else can you do with those perfect lips of yours.”
Before he knew it, Frodo’s lips were pressed against his own again. This time it was passionate and deep, their lips moving slowly and smoothly against each other. Sam lowered his hands to just beneath Frodo’s bum, who took the hint immediately and jumped up to wrap his legs around his lover’s waist. His arms were loosely wrapped around Sam’s neck. The sensation was incredible. he loved being so close to Sam, let his smell wash over him, let his warmth into his heart. Sam loved having Frodo in his arms, knowing he was safe at last, feeling his bare skin with nothing to protect it - because there was no need to do so anymore. As long as Frodo was in his arms nothing could hurt him.
Sam seated Frodo on their bedroom dresser, but their embrace did not become any looser. When they finally had to stop to catch their breath, Sam touched his forehead to Frodo’s and smiled softly. “I’m glad to have you in my life. I’m proud to call myself your Sam.”
Frodo stroked his cheek lovingly. “You are my life. My beautiful, smart, brave, dearest Sam.”