Apologies to those who have followed this story, I am merely correcting my horrendous grammar and spelling. This story is now complete.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the hobbit characters I am just taking them out of Tolkien's toy box and playing with them.

AN: This is just to tie my regular readers over as I'm off to WGW tomorrow so I won't be updating until next Friday. Ever wonder why Bilbo and Bofur became so close so quickly, despite Bofur managing to make Bilbo faint in the film.

FanFiction Queen please don't hunt me down and kill me, I will be buzzing with loads of ideas when I get back, mainly from my drunken friends' antics.

Concerning Hobbits.

Now to an outsider hobbits come across as polite, overly timid, gentle creatures with no love of adventure and very little interest beyond their gardens and meals. That is not to say they did not have any of these characteristics, but like any other race, they had their secrets. So when faced with a houseful of strange dwarves and a strong attraction to one of them in particular, Bilbo Baggins was torn as to what he should do. Their antics at the dinner table had him fighting down the urge to party and yet as he watched carefully there was very little physical interaction. His mind in disarray he snuck out of his kitchen door just as they started throwing the dishes around his home. He lent against the hill-side with a relieved sigh and stuck his pipe firmly between his teeth, inhaling the smoke and holding it deep into his lungs. The heady rush it gave him thrummed through his veins, and he could feel his muscles relaxing, a wide smile growing on his face. He looked around the night and spotted his neighbour and old friend Hamfast Gamgee leaning on his fence smoking his own pipe. Pushing away from the hillside Bilbo sauntered down the path, "Evenin' Hamfast," he mumbled around the stem of his pipe.

Hamfast raised an eyebrow, blowing a perfect smoke ring into the night, the sweet scent of his weed hanging in the air, "Evenin' Bilbo," he nodded pushing himself upright, "Nice night for a drink."

Bilbo smiled glad they were on the same level, "Aye Hamfast certainly is," he offered an arm, "Shall we?" Hamfast chuckled and inhaled another lungful of heady smoke as jumped the fence to link Bilbo's arm. The two hobbit's turned their footsteps onto the path leading to the nearest tavern.

The rush of heat greeted them as they pushed through the door, as did a sudden silence as the patrons turned to check who had wandered into their midst. Bilbo merely smiled and waved his pipe at them, causing a great whoop to go up from the gathered hobbits. The air of the tavern was heavy with sweet smelling blue smoke and as Bilbo and Hamfast wandered up to the bar, lively music started up again. A tankard in one hand and his pipe in the other Bilbo leant against the bar with Hamfast at his side. He nudged an elbow into his friend's side when a young hobbit lass took to dancing on a table top. To his delight Hamfast blushed beet-red and it only took Bilbo seconds to convince the other hobbit to join her.

Drella smiled warmly as Hamfast approached the table, and leant low to give him a hand up and a show of her impressive cleavage. As soon as he was on the table Hamfast twirled her and pulled her close to him. She started to move sinuously her back flush against his chest, and he closed a work worn hand around her hips, following her movements with his own body. Before long she had a hand snaked around his neck. Hamfast smirked across the room at Bilbo and took another lungful of his pipe-weed's smoke, he ran his hand up from Drella's waist and tangled it in her hair as he did. He roughly tugged her head back and when she tilted her head so she could see him he leant over her shoulder and pressed a kiss to her red lips. Blue smoke escaped from their entwined lips, and she turned in his grasp mouth never leaving his.

As his friend got cosy with Drella, Bilbo merely rolled his eyes before letting them wander about the room. He smirked when he saw a group of hobbits he had drank with as a tween and meandered his way across to them. He was hailed as soon as he got near and pulled to sit beside them at a table. Grunting in annoyance as they nearly spilled his drink he straddle the bench and loosened the top button on his shirt. They soon had him involved in a game of dice, and before long Bilbo was a great deal richer and almost drunk. His cousins Samel and Reith slid beside him after he'd won the last game and he smirked as Reith ran a hand up his thigh, the adventuring limb stopping just short of grasping him. Bilbo turned his head and grinned toothily at Samel over his shoulder for a second before grasping the front of the other hobbit's shirt and pulling him into a rough kiss, sliding the hand around to the back of Samel's neck. Encouraged rather than repulsed Reith slide so he was straddling Bilbo's thighs, dipping his head to rain kisses down the arched neck and visible collar bone. Bilbo grabbed the back of his head with his free hand and curled his fingers in the red strands to tug sharply. This earned him a nip that nearly broke the skin and he groaned into Samel's mouth. Samel's hands settled on Bilbo's hips as their mouths fought for dominance, Reith's hands settling to tangle with them as he moved lower down Bilbo's chest and back up his neck.

The party at the White Wolf hit full swing, the songs became more risqué, the music and dancing more devious. Ale and wine flowed freely as unaware of the strangers gathered at Bag End the hobbits of Hobbiton gave into the call of alcohol, pipe weed and the music. Bodies moved against each other in scandalous dance both on and off the dance floor. Couples clinched in corners and un-partnered hobbits (both adults and tweens) enjoyed each other.

The moon was high in the sky when they were finally turned out, dishevelled and stumbling Bilbo and Hamfast turned their feet homeward. Bilbo left his friend at the gate of his home and wandered up the hill to Bag End whistling a tavern ditty as he went. Uncaring if his guests heard him he tramped happily through the front door, sliding his bracers off his shoulders as he merrily made his way to the kitchen. He stopped in surprise at the piles of clean, whole dishes arranged on his table. "We did the dishes Master Baggins," came the lilting voice of the dwarf with the funny hat. Bilbo looked at him carefully, he was quite cute, it was just a shame he couldn't remember his name. He took a step closer to the dwarf, uncaring of the alcohol on his breath, his unbuttoned (and untucked) shirt or the marks likely littering his neck. Bilbo watched as the dwarf's eyes widened at his blown pupils and stepped into the dwarf's personal space as the gaze travelled over his swollen lips and the bruises on his neck and visible chest. He smirked as he managed to back the slightly taller male into a corner, arms bracketing the dwarf as his hands grasped the worktop either side of the be-hatted male's hips. He bit his lip and left only an inch between their bodies as he watched the understanding of his dishevelled sate creep into the dwarf's eyes and a blush steel up the un-bearded part of his face. Bilbo released his bottom lip as he made eye contact with the dwarf, he licked his lips as he fought the urge to lick down the hidden column of the other male's throat to find out how far that blush went.

"Master Baggins!" gasped the dwarf, as he realised he was cornered, "Master Baggins erm…" Bilbo swallowed as the dwarf pulled his plump under-lip between sharp white teeth, he blink imagining what that mouth would feel like on his skin,

"Aye?" he questioned his own voice husky.

"What…I mean…why…me… how…" the dwarf trailed off clearly flustered and Bilbo took a step back dropping his arms and raised a questioning eyebrow.

When that got no response he allowed his eyes to trail slowly over the dwarf's form, moving from the top of his head down to his booted feet and back up again, "Aye?" he questioned again, forcing himself to leave a gap between them and not just surge forward and take the dwarf's mouth in a bruising kiss. He was starting to get a horrid feeling that dwarves did not mess around outside of a relationship. He tilted his head and took another step back hitching his polite smile onto his face and moved to straighten himself up, "Thank you for the dishes Master dwarf," he bit back a wince at the hurt that flashed briefly in the other male's eyes and made a mental note to find out his name without asking, before he continued, "It was very kind of you all, but you are guests in my home you did not have to do anything."

Bilbo took another step away from the dwarf and turned away trying to remember how he was supposed to act around strangers in the Shire. He took a deep breath and instantly wished he hadn't as the stranger's scent of leather, pine smoke and something deeper hit his sense. He closed his eyes desperately struggling to control himself, the ale and pipe weed didn't help, and neither did his remembrance of the stranger's name.

Bofur stood frozen even as Master Baggins stepped away from him. He was unsure what had just happened, he was embarrassed at what he suspected Master Baggins had been up to and yet he was intrigued by it at the same time. He felt hurt that the hobbit couldn't remember his name, he was shocked at how quickly he'd been cornered and yet most of all he desperately wanted whatever had happened to keep heading where it had been. He bit his lip and stepped forward placing a gentle hand on Bilbo's shoulder. "Master Baggins?" he started quietly as he felt the hobbit tense under his hands and then stopped unsure where to go from there.

"Please don't Master Bofur," he heard the hobbit gasp.

Bofur frowned and stepped closer so there was only an inch between his chest and Master Baggins' back, tightening his grip as he did, "Don't what Master Baggins? " he asked, still unsure of where anything was leading, only knowing he wanted to see the end. He heard the hobbit gasp and relaxed his grip, "Oh I'm so sorry Master Baggins," he whispered stepping back and wringing his hands, he didn't realise he had been backed into the corner until he felt hands on his hips. He snapped his head up, knowing his cheeks were glowing and stared wide eyed at the hobbit in front of him.

Bilbo's control was struggling as he felt Bofur's hand on his shoulder, the other male's heat spreading easily through the thin cloth of his shirt. At the apology he had turned and interest growing further stalked after the now dismayed dwarf. Gently and cautiously he place his hands on Bofur's hips, giving the other male a chance to push him away. When no move was made to get him to back away and Bofur merely gazed at him with a blush staining his cheeks, Bilbo looked into the dwarf's eyes trying to figure out just what he should do. He felt his lust rise as he gazed into worried, and embarrassed chocolate coloured eyes. He took the last step forward, removing the gap between their bodies, tilting his head back slightly to keep looking into those expressive eyes. He raised onto the balls of his feet, one hand leaving the narrow hips to trail up the wide chest to stroke through the thick hair gently. He was surprised when the action got him a soft groan and almost instantly the dwarf bit his lip. Bilbo licked his own and leant in close, allowing the words to ghost the dwarf's mouth, "Last chance to back out Master Bofur," he whispered.

Bofur suddenly knew where this was heading, and was torn with what he should do. His hands came up for one of them to wrap around the hobbit's waist and the other smoothed up his back, untucking the shirt again as he did, "Master Baggins I…" Bofur closed his eyes attempting to decide what he wanted. No, he thought as Master Baggins merely held his place, that wasn't true, he knew what he wanted to do, he just didn't know whether he should do it. Dwarves were celibate until bonding and that included kissing, if he was even thinking about taking that step with the hobbit then he should probably explain this. His brain stuttered as Master Baggins' hot breath fluttered against his lips. He swallowed fighting the urge to simply press his lips to those of the smaller male's. He tightened his fingers desperately hoping that Master Baggins would be able to read his mind, yet all that happened was the hand in his hair tugged it gently and Bofur felt his knees weaken. He could hear his own breathing becoming uneven, and he could feel his muscles shaking. The hand in his hair gentled again, and the fingers on his hips started to rub in soothing circles. The new sensations shut his brain down and Bofur tilted his head down to meet the lips of Master Baggins.

Bilbo kept the kisses gentle at first, but the sounds coming from the dwarf and the tightening of the fingers on his hip were pushing him to the edge of his control. Bofur drew away to catch his breath and Bilbo found himself chasing his lips, before forcing himself to still. He was going to let Master Bofur control the kiss even if it killed him to do so. The dwarf was obviously struggling with what they were doing and Bilbo would let him take all the time he needed, hell Bilbo knew he would let the dwarf pull away from him and end it there and then if he had to. "Mahal," whispered Bofur and Bilbo watched as the dwarf place gentle fingers against his lips, smiling softly.

He shut his eyes and steeled himself again, "Master Bofur if you…" the fingers were on his own lips and Bilbo froze, desperately trying not to pull them between his lips.

"Nay," whispered Bofur, "I think you can drop the title now Master Baggins." Bilbo held still as Bofur shifted his large hand back to Bilbo's back, he kept his eyes on the dwarf's trying to get a read. Bofur continued still smiling gently, "Would you mind if I called you Bilbo?" Bofur froze when Bilbo pulled his head back to look at him, and his nerves crept back as he waited for an answer, maybe he had pushed too far with the first name thing. Maybe this was just a bit of fun for the hobbit, "Or not," he rambled, "I mean I can still call you…Mahal!" he broke off, eyes rolling momentarily as Bilbo pressed still closer, sliding the hand on Bofur' ship around to grab his ass, "Does that mean?" he watched as Bilbo nodded the smile growing on his own face again, "Can I kiss you again?" he all but whispered. He watched Bilbo's eyes grow dark in the seconds between his question and Bilbo claiming his mouth. There was nothing gentle about the hobbit's kisses this time and Bofur could only hold on and try to match Bilbo movement for movement. His knees felt weak and his head was swimming. The hand in his hair had tightened, short nails dragging over his scalp and sending sparks of pleasure through his body. He groaned loudly completely lost in the sensations.

Bilbo was still holding back, but when Bofur moaned he felt a shudder of arousal run through him and he pulled back, grasping frantically for control, "Bofur," he gasped, "By the Goddess Bofur, I," he took a deep breath, hands still curled possessively in Bofur's hair and splayed on his arse. "Dammit, you have no idea what you are doing to me." He looked up into now nearly black eyes, breathing heavily, "You have no idea how much I am trying not to push you." He tugged gently on the strands of hair in his hand, watching as pleasure flashed across the dwarf's face, "You have no idea how much I want you." He hissed and Bofur stilled looking at him with wide eyes.

Bilbo bit his lips worrying he'd pushed too far and he tried to step back, Bofur haled him back to his chest, on hand now on the bare skin of his waist and the other clutching the back of his shirt, "Mahal Bilbo," Bofur groaned, and Bilbo shuddered at how wrecked his voice sounded, "Kiss me again." When faced with that offer what was Bilbo to do? He surged forwards claiming the already swollen lips with his own, licking along their close coaxing Bofur to open up for him again. He was pressed flush to Bofur's front, his hands grasping desperately at the dwarf when a loud knocking broke into his revive.

Bilbo felt a mess when he opened the door, barely noticing as he was circled by the tall dwarf. "Looks more like a grocer than a burglar!" Okay, that caught his attention, and he turned with a snarl on the newest stranger, answering his questions with sass. His anger fled when he turned on his heel and met Bofur's worried eyes. He looked at the mess he'd made of the careful braids with appreciation, "What by Mahal happened to you Mister Bofur?" snarked the new stranger as he stalked into Bilbo's dining room. Bilbo bit his lip as he watched Bofur flush and then felt anger surge at the down cast expression on the dwarf's face. He slipped to Bofur's side and curled his fingers into those of the dwarf, stopping him from following the others into the dining room. He carefully backed the dwarf against the hallway wall, hands falling onto the narrow hips again. "Ack, ignore him!" he whispered, arching up to reach Bofur's mouth and pressing their bodies together as he did so. He watched in delight as the sadness left Bofur's face and the eyes darkened again, "I know, and you know, and it is really none of his business!" Bilbo purred, lips barely brushing Bofur's as he talked. The dwarf's hands crept around Bilbo's back and settled on his ass. "Dammit Bofur," Bilbo groaned, "I swear you are trying to kill me." He pressed a kiss to the dwarf's open lips and wiggled out of his grip to finally find out why there were thirteen strange dwarves in his home.

AN: Reviews are always appreciated.