AN: Hello so this is another one of my new fics, this first chapter however is fully credited to owls-and-elephants on tumblr, i only made minor edits. You can follow this link: to see the blog :) or post/38704286717/fanfic-based-on-thilbo-whisper-in-ya-ear-post to go to the original post. After i read the story however i decided that i would want to continue it so i obtained permission and here i am going ahead with the project :)

Disclaimer: This is 100% fan-made. I do not own the characters at all. Apart from this first chapter, all the ideas are mine and my friend rebeccarchuleta's, she has helped me to get things sorted :)

Chapter One

It had been a very trying two weeks for Bilbo; between his own finals and grading the finals of his students, he was exhausted. He had known that graduate school would be different than his undergraduate work, but no one had warned him just how much coffee he would have to drink to stay awake or how unsatisfying nicotine patches were when you had two hundred papers to grade.

To make matters worse, the chair of his department, Dr. Gandalf Grey, had been unable to advise him this semester, making the stony-faced Dr. Thorin Oakenshield his immediate superior. This had blessedly little effect on his life until the end of the semester, when he was forced to submit a semester's worth of research and notes to Dr. Oakenshield. There was pathetically little to show, but what time was there for his own research when he was swamped with University assignments? Well, that was the excuse that he offered to his advisor, in any case. While Dr. Grey would have accepted it, Dr. Oakenshield had chosen the thornier path, giving Bilbo the chewing-down of his life.

He thought he could still feel the sting of the professor's spittle as it decorated his face. For a man who could pass for a pothead, what with his braided hair that reached past his shoulders and his largely un-kept beard, he was such a hardass. Bilbo sighed, and stared beseechingly down at the folders in his lap. Dr. Oakenshield had told him he was not allowed to leave campus until he gave him some more significant progress in his research. Or, in the black-haired man's own words, "Something that a freshman couldn't learn in his first anthropology lecture, you useless homebody." He did have some notes, but they weren't typed, and they weren't what he was sure Dr. Oakenshield expected. Unfortunately, he had little choice in the matter if he wanted to get on his flight back home to Bag End tomorrow unscathed.

Hands shaking, he opened the heavy doors of the anthropology department, only to be encountered by a loud, rhythmic noise. He paused halfway through the doorway and frowned, staring at the cracked door of Dr. Oakenshield's office. It was music, rap music, and it was coming from his professor's office. Loudly. Bilbo frowned, shutting the door quietly behind him, and crept towards the open door. What he found upon arriving was a sight that he would never be able to un-see.

Dr. Oakenshield was dancing. He wasn't salsa dancing or doing the waltz. No, he had his legs spread, with his arms clasped in front of him, and he was dropping it down low, his powerful, thick thighs supporting him as he wiggled his arse from side to side as he moved up and down. His neck was loose, and it moved around freely as he danced, letting his long hair fall gracefully down his strong and muscular back in cascading waves.

Bilbo found the sight to be incredibly enticing, but there was something that overpowered the growing interest in his nether regions. It was the lyrics of the song that Dr. Oakenshield was muttering along to. If there was one thing that he never expected to hear his advisor say it was, "Wait 'till you see my dick, I'm gonna beat that pussy up, bitch."

Bilbo, bless him, couldn't help it. He burst out laughing, only to cover his mouth immediately afterwards in utter terror. Dr. Oakenshield's entire body froze, mid- crouch and he very slowly turned to look at Bilbo with a look of utter shock. If he hadn't been so scared, Bilbo would have proud to have been able to change the expression on the professor's face. As it was, he just wanted to hide.

Surprisingly, Dr. Oakenshield did very little; he only turned off the music with a simple touch of his keyboard and dropped down in his chair. After collecting his breath, he motioned for Bilbo to sit.

After physically shaking himself, he sat carefully down in the proffered chair, not taking his eyes off of the doctor for fear that he might suddenly attack. He placed his folders down on the desk in front of him and pushed it slowly towards Dr. Oakenshield.

The other man accepted them, and without a word, began flipping through them, a look of distaste on his face. However, that didn't really say much, considering his face normally looked that way. Bilbo sat in complete silence and stillness for a half hour as his acting advisor looked through his papers.

Once Dr. Oakenshield appeared to be finished, he cleared his throat, and, still looking down at the now closed folders, he said, "Yes, well, these are a great improvement. Why did you not show them to me earlier?"

Bilbo nearly jumped out of his chair with surprise. "Really? Um, well, thank you, Professor. I just thought them unprofessional…"

The dark haired man looked him in the eye for the first time since Bilbo had caught him dancing, and admitted, "You are clearly a skilled researcher. I was wrong."

If he hadn't been sitting, Bilbo might have actually fainted.

"However," the professor continued, "I will need to review these further, of course."

Bilbo sighed. "I'll reschedule my flight." A wild thought crossed his mind: blackmail! It immediately was stamped down, however, by one glance into Dr. Oakenshield's dark, intense gaze.

"Excellent. I'm glad, Mister Baggins, that there seems to be more to you than I originally thought."

Bilbo smiled , "Thank you, sir."

Dr. Oakenshield smiled back, a completely new sight for Bilbo, and leaned forward across his desk, as if to tell his student a secret. Bilbo, now both flattered and amazed, met him halfway. He could feel his teacher's grizzle at his ear, and he shivered.

Then came a gruff whisper in his ear, "If you ever tell a soul about what you saw and heard in my office today," Bilbo's heart skipped a beat, "I will skin you alive, is that clear?" Bilbo nodded a slight, hitched movement. Dr. Oakenshield continued, his mouth now closer, each syllable putting the professor's lips to Bilbo's ear, "There's a good boy. I like intelligence. I'll see here you here tomorrow." After one last lingering breath, he pulled away, leaving Bilbo trembling, wide-eyed, and hard.

With one dismissive hand movement from Dr. Oakenshield, Bilbo was up and out the door, the loud booming of the music he had heard before following him down the hall.

AN: Heads up, next chapter will be up asap :)