First: of all this is slash, let us remember that people.

Second: this is my first story I would like suggestions and corrections if you please

Third: this is M and if you read it you will probably figure out why

Cheers and enjoy~ Scarlettcomet

The crescent moon was nearing its peak, high above the travelers sleeping bellow. Under the moon the company of fourteen lay in slumber, even Kili who lay on watch was dozing lightly under the night's spell. The lone hobbit in the group thrashed in his sleep, his heavy puffs of breath echoed in the night air, until he suddenly rolled out from underneath his blankets, his flesh exposed to the frigid night air.

A groan passed through Bilbo's lips as he awoke. His eyes squeezed shut, remembering his dream of rough hands on his body and kisses from bearded lips. He slid his hand down to his cock, running his thumb over the tip, swirling his leaking juices over his flesh as he tried to commit to memory his dream.

It had begun terribly, Thorin had come to him angry at his incompetence for some unknown failure and ordered him to leave, that he was worthless. Behind Bilbo's eyes the dream rushed back to him.

Hot breath brushed his ears as Thorin shoved him against a tree.

"You foolish hobbit, you could have killed us all. What the hell were you thinking? That this is a vacation? We should have left you in your hole in the ground," Thorin's words hissed by his ear. "Leave before you cause damage to our quest that even I cannot fix."

"Please," Bilbo's broken whisper seemed even louder than that of Thorin's shouts, "please allow me to stay, don't make me leave you my lord. Please."

At this Thorin began to laugh.

"Leave me? Halfling what have you done for me? You do me no favors by staying; you only increase the danger for all of us. What services are you offering to me that should change my mind?"

"Anything, I'll do anything"

"Don't say things you don't mean, if you offer me everything then that is what I will take from you, everything." Thorin moved his lips to a hair breath away from the hobbit's before he continued, suddenly taunting. "Say you didn't mean it; say that you do want to leave us; tell me that you are afraid; tell me how you wish to go home."

There was an echoing pause before Bilbo broke the silence.

"No. No, I will give you anything, I wish to stay, anything if you let me remain with you."

Thorin's lips crashed down on Bilbo's, his tongue thrusting inside his mouth, plundering. When Bilbo began to respond to the kiss, his tongue attempting to duel, Thorin drew back with a chuckle, his hands yanked Bilbo's hair, pulling his head back, exposing the soft tanned flesh of his neck.

Thorin leaned into Bilbo's neck, his beard tickling to soft flesh. Suddenly his teeth sank into the juncture where the neck and shoulder met.

"If you are going to give me anything I want them you shall be mine and what's mine submits to me, do you understand?" he growled before forcing Bilbo to his knees.

"Do you understand!" the hands in Bilbo's hair tighter even further, forcing him to cry out in pain.

"Yes my Lord."

"Good boy, now take me in your mouth, pleasure me."

Eagerly Bilbo's hands began untying the laces that constrained Thorin's cock in the leather. When it was finally spring into the night air both men let out a groan before Bilbo pressed his nose into the curly hair at the base of his cock, inhaling the strong musk.

"That's it, worship me. I am your Lord, so pay your tribute to your better. Take me in your mouth carefully, if I feel teeth you shall regret it."

Hesitantly Bilbo pressed his tongue to the tip of the dwarf's cock. His tongue slid across the tip of the cock, dipping into the leaking slit. He ran his hands along the shaft for a moment before moving down, back into Thorin's leather breaches to cup his balls. Small hobbit hand massaged the sweet smelling sack before pulling it out of the confines of the king's pants and into the cool air. Then the hands returned to the thick shaft of his cock, stroking the velvet covered steel ever so slowly, reverently. With a moan Bilbo began to take the cock inside his mouth, an inch at a time, slowly caressing it with his hands.

Suddenly with a thrust Thorin buried himself completely in Bilbo's mouth. He stayed buried to the hilt for a moment, as Bilbo gagged.

"Don't tease me Halfling. It is your job to please me, worship me and do as I say, trying to tease me will only end with your body even more used than if needs to be."

The dwarf began to move, thrusting in and out of the open mouth until, with a strangled groan, he came down the hobbit's throat that eagerly swallowed down its prized hot salted cream swallowed. When Thorin pulled himself out of the wet mouth he tucked his flesh away before scooping the hobbit up in his arms.

"Now my dear Halfling I show you how I reward those that serve me well."

With a cry of despair Bilbo open his eyes from the remembered dream, his cock now the one pumping release into the night air. With a shudder he lay back, his release cooling on his stomach as he lamented that the dream ended before he could have discovered how Thorin rewarded those that pleasure him."

How he wished it was real, even just one chance for the Thorin in his dream would do, he would do anything to please the dwarf. Of course there would never be love; Bilbo was not so far gone in he dreams as to forget that the man he was infatuated with was the King of Lonely Mountain. No king would ever love a pathetic hobbit from the Shire, but perhaps he would let such a hobbit please him.

Yes it would have to do, but of course not that even that would ever happen. He was a hobbit from the Shire, no matter how much these days he wished otherwise. He was a hobbit that had done nothing to help the quest so far, only to hinder it. So far instead of proving to Thorin that he was capable all that he had shown was uselessness and Thorn was a king that had only ever despised him for it.

Of course he knew he never should have come on the adventure no matter how much he yearned to be close to the charismatic dwarf. Hobbits were not made for battles with orcs nor long journeys with little rest, hobbits were made for the simple things in life like first, second and third breakfasts in clean hobbit holes, with civilized company.

A low groan passed through his lips at this thought. How long had it been since he had eaten a second breakfast? Surely it had been before this whole ordeal with dwarfs and dragons had begun. And it showed, oh indeed, he had lost the pleasant roundness of a hobbit, his soft belly giving way to one a little tighter and smaller.

Smaller was not something Bilbo wanted to be, even in the Shire he had never been the largest in weight nor height and while dwarfs were not big people in the true sense, they stood far above him in both measures. The last thing he sought to do was be even more insignificant in their eyes. He would never measure up but surely it would not hurt for him to try.

He could learn, this he knew, had he not adapted, rather quickly in his mind, to living in the wilderness? Perhaps he would ask Gandalf to teach him to use a sword, he had been planning to ask for some time but it was the thought of going through the process of learning in front of his companions that had always stopped him. But no, he would ask tomorrow, it would be worth the humiliation if he could show Thorin that he could learn to be a helpful member of the quest. He would if it was that last thing he did. With this Bilbo closed his eyes to the night and the moon above for tomorrow, no matter how hard it may be he would try to show Thorin he was worthy to be in this company, by his side, even if only as a warm body to grant release.

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Cheers ~Scarlettcomet