Sam Slade stood at the edge of a clearing, staring at a stage he had recently occupied himself. His wife Rosie stood as his side, but he had eyes only for the half-naked dark-haired man writhing on stage.
He'd been called Frodo Wild, and he was the most beautiful thing Sam had ever seen. He decided at that moment there was nothing he wanted more than to meet the other man.
And many years later, after he had become quite famous, he did.
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