Warning: This is a bit kinkier than I usually write, but it was a special request from a friend.
Needless to say, I do not own anything related to The Hobbit, Lord of The Rings, any of J.R.R. Tolkien's works, or Peter Jackson's versions.
Watching Ponies
Bilbo stared at the ponies. There were 14 in varying shades of black, brown, and white. They were all very hairy, ate a lot of grass, and pooped often. Even though the hobbit had wanted to join in the evening watch rotation when their adventure began, three nights spent staring at the docile mounts had bored him almost to tears. The rest of camp was set on the other side of the small hill and the halfling could neither see the fire, or hear his companions.
He sat on a log, resting his elbows on his knees and dug his toes into the soft grass. Ori had long ago brought him dinner and the moon was almost directly overhead, shining enough light to avoid any presents left by the ponies. Bilbo sighed again. Boredom was not something he was accustomed to in the slightest.
At Bag End he would simply pick up a book or sit on his bench and smoke while watching his neighbors. On the road there wasn't much to do. Even less so when on watch far from the others and their easy conversation. He couldn't even smoke to pass the time because his supply was already dangerously low and he didn't want to run out completely. Bilbo suddenly wished that Gandalf had not left the company three days previously for surely he would have sat up with him and talked.
At long last, Gloin ambled over the hill and relieved the poor burglar from his watch. The camp was always surprisingly still and quiet when the hobbit returned but he didn't bother to inquire in favor of curling up by the fire and promptly falling asleep.
Two nights later, the halfling was wondering what he must have done to anger Thorin enough to assign him a whole week of pony watch. Irritated at the princely dwarf, he threw a stick as hard as he could towards the group of ponies. One furry beast raised its head and glared at the hobbit. Of course he would have managed to hit Thorin's mount and it would have just as quelling of a stare as its master but Bilbo couldn't really care. It had been quite a little stick after all.
He turned his mind towards what the group of dwarves could be doing without his presence. Singing or playing music, most likely. Or they could be discussing their adventure, leaving him out. Maybe it was dwarf business and they didn't want the hobbit to hear.
"Stupid Thorin."
"Stupid ponies."
"Stupid adventure."
Bilbo sighed and stopped digging up the moss with his toes. At least it wasn't cold or raining and dinner had been filling. But now that he had wondered what the dwarves got up to when he wasn't around, he was quite curious. The halfling stood and stared through the dense trees. There was no echo of deep bellied laughter or glow of a fire through the trees but something pushed him to take a few steps back towards the camp.
"Damn my Took blood." The burglar whispered to himself and moved quietly through the trees.
If he had been less focused on remaining silent and unseen by the camp, Bilbo Baggins might have listened before he could make it out through the trees. There were no rumbling dwarf songs or booming laughs echoing through the trees, only harsh voices. When the hobbit looked upon the dwarven camp, his mouth gaped open and his face flushed before all of his blood seemed to flow much lower again.
In a gap between dwarves, the hobbit could see Fili's blond hair glowing in the firelight, spread out on the ground. Someone was straddling his hips, pushing at his jacket, deftly undoing buckles and ties before leaning down and kissing the young dwarf soundly. Bilbo realized it was Kili grinding his lithe body against his brother's while the rest of the company watched and called out encouragements. The burglar fled back to the ponies as silently as he could and stared in horror at their furry rumps.
It wasn't that his delicate hobbit sensibilities were affronted by the sight of someone being intimate. He had simply been unprepared for it to be so passionate and he silently thanked Thorin for leaving him on pony watch every night. Dwarves were just too strange for his simple tastes and Bilbo wished he was back in his cozy hole with nothing more important to do than deciding what to have for his next meal. He would watch his neighbors from the bench by the road and dote on his ever expanding family as he pleased. The halfling suddenly realized he never imagined Bag End full of younglings.
Closing his eyes to block out the ponies, Bilbo drew up an image of the finest lass in all of Hobbiton, Lily Brown. He pictured her blushing cheeks and curly hair but there was no longing in his heart. Indeed, he had never seriously considered marrying any of the eligible ladies simply because he had no desire to. Before he could follow that line of thought any further, Dwalin approached and relieved the halfling of his watch. As the burglar lay out his blanket, he couldn't bear to raise his eyes to look directly at the piles of leather and limbs that was Fili and Kili.
Gandalf returned early the next day but vanished again before the sun had begun to fall lower in the sky again. Bilbo was left following the line of dwarves, right behind Fili and Kili. The two young dwarves always rode side by side where they could and were talking softly between themselves. All the halfling could see was the brunet pulling desperately at his brother's clothes and kissing him fiercely. His face flushed and the burglar suddenly found the back of his pony's head to be very interesting.
Being brighter than the average dwarf, Bilbo realized that he had pony watch whenever the wizard was gone as a convenient way of keeping him away from camp. That night he hadn't waited for the order from Thorin and simply disappeared into the trees. Once alone, images came to mind of unabashed lust and shameless displays of intimacy. As the first flush of embarrassment faded, the hobbit wondered what it would be like to be so free with his body.
He looked down at himself and blushed right to the tips of his ears to realize that his body had reacted without his permission. Almost hesitantly, the halfling brushed his fingertips over his half hard length and his hips twitched forward at the sensation. As he had accumulated years alone in Bag End, the desire of anything of the sort had faded. But now there was something about the sight of Fili and Kili pressed so close together that made him want to explore the sensation of his hand on himself.
It was easy to open his trousers and slip his fingers inside. He gasped at the cool softness of his hand on his heated flesh before gripping himself more tightly. The motions came back easily to the hobbit and he was soon stroking his hard cock in earnest. All too quickly he went over the edge of bliss and spilled across the sandy ground. Stars danced before the halfling's eyes as he fought to bring his panting breaths under control.
Glancing around, Bilbo quickly kicked loose sand over the mess he had made and tucked himself away. Part of the pleasure had been the thrill of doing such an act in the open, he was sure. Any of the dwarves could have wandered over and caught him but the thought made his cock twitch again. Was that why Fili and Kili seemed so desperate in their touches and possessive kisses? The burglar wondered what it would be like to be so exposed before the company of dwarves, alone in their midst, but caressed by their eyes.
He suddenly realized that he had gotten to his feet and taken several steps towards the camp. Bilbo was overwhelmed with the desire to see if the young dwarves were again displaying themselves. He was not disappointed as he peeked around a tree and found the brothers wrestling for dominance before the others. The sight made his skin warm and he cast his gaze around their companions.
Bofur unabashedly pushed his trousers down, letting the cool air play over his sensitive skin. Oin and Gloin watched appreciatively, but kept their hands on their pipes. Bombur nibbled on some trail roots while casting silent glances at the pair rubbing furiously against each other. Dwalin had his hips and thighs bared and let out a pleased rumble as Fili managed to push open his brother's jacket. Bilbo's mouth went dry as he saw the line of shiny piercings trailing up the underside of the warrior's cock. Balin chuckled something to Bifur who looked slightly confused before whittling on a piece of wood. Dori had his hands clasped tightly over young Ori's eyes even as Nori let out a whoop of encouragement when the blonde dwarf pulled back on Kili's hair, trailing his mouth along the taut skin of his neck.
The only dwarf that the burglar could not see was Thorin but his attention was brought back to the brothers when Kili let out a moan of delight. Bilbo felt his pants tighten as the brunet begged for more, head pressed against the ground and hips thrust into the air. Fili stripped the younger dwarf with an easy familiarity, baring the round globes of his ass and grabbing them possessively. The older dwarf caressed his brother's back and hips before the light of the fire caught on something shiny between the brunet's cheeks.
Fili tapped the metal object and Kili let out a surprised cry that went straight to Bilbo's groin. Slowly and deliberately, the blond dwarf gripped the metal object between his brother's legs, twisting and thrusting it until the brunet couldn't make a coherent word and his legs shook. Bofur had his fingers pinched tight around the base of his member, keeping his release at bay. Nori had already spilled on the ground and only lazily fondled himself as he watched the blonde remove the metal device from his brother.
Bilbo saw the curve pinch into a narrow waist before flaring outward again and the hobbit wondered what it would feel like to be so stretched by the smooth piece of metal. He finally allowed his hands to reach for the buttons on his trousers but before he could more than brush the worn material, he was pressed suddenly against the tree he was hiding behind and a calloused hand landed over his mouth, stifling his scream. The strength of the body pressing firmly along his body felt like stone as the hobbit wriggled to get away.
"I thought you were supposed to be watching the ponies." Thorin growled into the burglar's tapered ear before reaching down with his free hand and palming the bulge between his legs. "Has watching my nephews excited you?"
He squeezed and Bilbo tried to whimper through the hand over his mouth. "They do know how to put on a show." The dwarf and the hobbit looked through the trees to where Fili was buried to the hilt in his brother, head thrown back and hair swinging wildly.
The only movement he was allowed was to rock his hips slightly into the heavy hand and quiver as a hot breath of air caressed his ear. "Or would you rather be in their place, ridden senseless with the other's eyes upon you?"
Bilbo's knees failed at the rumble of the dwarf's chest and his teeth on his skin. He could feel the rumbling laughter of the dwarf and the hand on his groin squeezed again. "I would watch you bare yourself, no one else allowed to touch you. Only I could give you pleasure."
The hobbit nodded furiously and Thorin's hand loosened over his mouth, fingers tracing the plump flesh. "Please." Vaguely, he wondered what had happened to his delicate hobbit sensibilities and then the dwarf pressed him tighter against the tree and he whimpered.
"Will you let me have you?" Desire roughened his deep voice.
"Yes!" Bilbo staggered as he was suddenly released.
Thorin grabbed the burglar's wrist and pulled him on shaking legs through the trees. When they entered the circle of light, the dwarf shouted something in Khuzdul at the pair rutting furiously on the ground. Fili withdrew from his brother with a wet pop and had to brace himself as he swayed. It was all Kili could do not to press backwards, seeking the hard flesh so suddenly absent. The prince returned to the seat he had claimed early in the night, positioning Bilbo to stand before him.
"Gloin, go watch the ponies. And take Ori with you." Bilbo watched in fascination as the brunet dwarf's most inner muscles clenched and fluttered, suddenly bereft of pressure. "Now, take your time Fili."
Bilbo couldn't focus on the caresses the blond traced up his brother's spine as Thorin's firm hands landed on his hips. Clever fingers danced around to cup his hardness as the other hand flicked over his nipple. The halfling bit hard on his lip to keep silent but the hands were unrelenting as they opened the buttons of his shirt and pushed his trousers out of the way.
The rest of the company was having a difficult time deciding which panting pair to focus on and their eyes raked hungrily down the halfling's bare chest. Before he came to terms with the reality of being stripped before the dwarves, Bilbo was naked and drawn back to sit on Thorin's thighs. As the dwarf used his own legs to spread the burglar's, Fili slid back into his brother, both moaning at the sensation. The hobbit was swept up in the sounds of the dwarves around him and the feel of Thorin's hands on his skin.
There was a time that the halfling would have been completely ashamed of his wanton behavior, watching others take pleasure in their bodies, and stripped bare for them as well. Proper meant nothing to the burglar as he whimpered and moaned for more. Clever dwarf fingers held him securely, tracing over curves and pinching his pebbled nipples before dropping lower prodding the delicate skin behind his bollocks. Bilbo could not have gotten away if he had wanted to, but he did not desire to escape. He let the dwarf play him like a familiar instrument and he reviled in the pleasure shining on the other's faces.
Fili and Kili find their completion quickly in each other's bodies and slumped bonelessly before the fire to watch their uncle and the burglar. Bilbo was close to his finish with a few strokes and Thorin's mouth on his neck but the dwarf stopped his movements and withdrew a leather strip from his pocket. The hobbit let out a yelp of surprise when the prince bound his throbbing organ and his release was thwarted. With firm caresses and words in his tapered ear, the dwarf quieted the halfling.
"Be still, there is more pleasure to be had." Bilbo vaguely nodded his head where it rested against the broad shoulder and flexed his hands for some control.
"Dwalin." Thorin caught the attention of the bald dwarf and motioned for the shining metal device Kili had worn.
The dwarves' eyes gleamed in anticipation as the warrior handed over oil and the plug. Bilbo could feel his pulse quicken, sending throbbing echos of denied pleasure to his bound cock and he licked his lips. He had expected it to be cold against his sensitive skin, but the metal was warm and slick, gliding around his tight hole. The hobbit opened his legs wider, begging for more and his eyes rolled back as he was slowly breached.
Thorin's breath was hot against the halfling's neck and shoulder but he kept his motions smooth and gentle. Small hands clenched in his armor and the breathy moans were quickly driving him wild. Not to mention the feel of the hobbit squirming on his lap, rubbing deliciously against his own hardness. He worked the metal phallus deeper into the burglar until it was seated completely and he stilled, letting the smaller creature become accustomed to the sensation.
When Bilbo rocked his hips and pressed against Thorin still holding the flared base, the dwarf began in earnest. He fucked the hobbit thoroughly until their companions found release a second time and the burglar screamed for his own pleasure. Deftly, the prince removed the leather strip and gave one long stroke of his flushed cock. The dwarf bit down on the halfling's shoulder as watched Bilbo spill furiously across his hand and the ground.
Blood was rushing in the hobbit's ears as his vision cleared. He was collapsed on Thorin's lap, held carefully in place until the dwarf removed the metal plug and let their legs relax. Bilbo felt completely boneless until a gentle breeze played across his bare chest. Thorin growled when he shivered and pulled the smaller creature close. They were content to remain still as the others cleaned themselves up and prepared for sleep, discussing the nights entertainment as if the Shireling wasn't feet away.
Finally set back on his feet, the burglar donned his cold clothes and set out his own pallet for the night. Despite the wanton behavior his Took side had shown, the taller dwarves did not seem to look upon him any differently. Bofur even smiled at him sleepily.
"That was quite the display, Master Baggins."
The sudden appearance of Thorin at his side would have startled the halfling if he wasn't so relaxed. "I suppose I will still have to watch the ponies when Gandalf is away?"
"That was simply to not overwhelm you with our customs." Almost hesitantly, the dwarf laid out his blanket next to the burglar.
"Quite an enjoyable custom." The hobbit desperately wanted to sleep but he forced his eyes open to look at the prince. "Tell me more about it."
Thorin seemed unable to pick his words for a moment. "It is for camaraderie among the company, among other things."
"I wouldn't have guessed that." But try as he might, Bilbo could not keep sleep at bay any longer.
