WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS INCEST! IF YOU DON'T LIKE, TURN BACK NOW! This is my first fanfiction in a very long time, please be gentle!
"What is he saying?" Gloin growled, "Does he offer us insult?!"
The dwarves bristled, puffing out chests and grumbling angrily to each other. Gandalf sighed and looked wearily at the company.
"No, Master Gloin, he is offering you food."
Suddenly the possibility of insult was forgotten. "Oh, well in that case, lead on," a slightly embarrassed Gloin muttered.
Fili was absolutely famished. Battling orcs astride wargs will work up a hunger in any being, especially the heir of Durin. And Fili was looking forward to gorging himself on the finest fare the elves had to offer. He was about to be sorely disappointed.
To say that the dinner served to Thorin's company by the elves was strange would be an understatement. There was no meat, just bowls full of greens and vegetables, berries and nuts. And in place of nice stout ale was sweet, light wine. The offering was hardly fitting for warrior dwarves. They grumpily picked over their food but still managed to drain several flagons each of the sweet wine. After that the food didn't seem nearly as bad. Soon enough the group were laughing and forgetting their table manners like usual.
Fili had just downed his sixth goblet of wine when he felt a familiar sensation. A warm hand, squeezing his inner thigh, then slowly sliding further up to his groin. He closed his eyes for a moment, and took a deep breath. Fili opened his eyes and turned them to his younger brother. The dark haired dwarf was staring back at him innocently, as if he hadn't just cupped his brother's bulge under the table.
"Kili, not now," he whispered, but the brunette didn't stop. Kili kept his hand between his brother's legs while he picked up a particularly long cucumber slice with the other. With the same innocent gaze, he slipped the vegetable between those perfect lips and pulled it out slowly before gently biting off the tip. By Aule, he's insatiable! Didn't he get enough last night before we lost the ponies? Fili thought as he released a quivering breath and mouthed the word "No," a desperate look in his eyes. He knew his younger brother enjoyed fooling around in public, the thrill of possibly being caught got him off like nothing else.
But Fili couldn't let this happen now, they were dining in the company of Elrond of Rivendell for Mahal's sake! He was thankful their uncle and Gandalf were sitting at Elrond's table and not with the rest of the dwarves. Something told him their sharp eyes would not miss Kili making love to a vegetable while Fili watched like a starving man. By this point the others were loud and hardly paying attention to anyone for very long, a fact for which Fili was immensely grateful.
When Kili's hand began loosening the laces of Fili's breeches, the blond quickly grabbed it with one of his own. "No, please, brother," he pleaded, his erection straining against the fabric, begging to be touched. He knew Kili's hand on his cock would be his undoing and used what little restraint he had left to push at Kili's persistent fingers. The look on his younger brother's face changed from sweetly innocent to slightly wicked, Fili was in trouble.
"Bofur," the brunette called, "tell Fili about that tavern wench you bedded in Bree. He says he hasn't heard the story." Kili managed to slip his fingers into his brother's breeches, running them through the dark golden curls just inside.
Fili cursed the day his brother was born as he tried to keep eye contact with Bofur, who was proudly reciting the tale of the red haired whore of Bree directly to him. Wretched little tart, he did that on purpose, he thought as he struggled to remain focused on Bofur and maintain a straight face. In reality, Fili wanted to roll his eyes back onto his skull and moan loudly as Kili took his shaft in his hand and began to stroke it slowly.
"She says she likes it standing up, but the lass has a good 8 inches on me…" Fili feels he's on the verge of tears as Bofur prattles on, staring directly at the blond prince. Kili is stroking him from base to tip, twisting his fingers as they slide up and squeezing the base tightly when they descend. Fili releases a deep breath he didn't realize he was holding. He can feel himself coming undone. It won't be long now.
"That's when I find an apple box to stand on! Gave that one some dwarvish iron she's not likely to forget!" The table erupted with laughter at Bofur's punch line and Fili squeezed his eyes shut as he came into his brother's hand. He laughed loudest of all, mostly from the sweet release of his orgasm and realizing they managed not to be seen by anyone.
Fili began to relax as Kili pulled his hand away. It was short lived. Kili brought his fingers to his lips and slowly began to lick each one clean. Fili hurriedly scanned the table with panic in his eyes. But no one was paying any attention to the two Durin heirs. In fact, Oin had dozed off and Bombur was eating his remaining salad. Fili returned his eyes to his brother's face. Kili's eyes were half closed as he sucked each finger, making happy, satisfied noises with each. You'll pay for this, you filthy little strumpet, Fili thought as he watched Kili finish, his spent member already starting to twitch again.
"Well, I don't know about you gents, but I couldn't possibly eat another bite!" Kili gazed innocently at his brother again, "think I'll retire early, catch up on some sleep before we set out again. Goodnight all! Goodnight brother." With that, Kili stood from the table and was gone in an instant. Fili was left alone with the rowdy company, trembling, with his breeches unlaced and his semi hard cock laying there preparing for round 2.
Oh you'll pay for this alright, little brother. You'll be paying all night long.