The Miracle of Love
Chapter 29
"There are nine million bicycles in Beijing, that's a fact. It's a thing we can't deny…"
Dwalin knew something was bothering his best friend, but he decided not to say anything. Thorin invited him over, under the pretense that he just wanted to hang out, but Dwalin knew better. Thorin wanted to talk about something. Probably about Bilbo. But whatever it was Dwalin had a feeling they'd be sitting in uncomfortable silence for some time. He was lying on Thorin's bed, going through a magazine he found in the nightstand drawer, while Thorin did something on the computer.
"How's Ori?"
Dwalin shrugged. "Fine, I guess."
"Everything alright between you two?" asked Thorin and Dwalin raised his eyebrow at Thorin's question.
"Perfect. Why do you ask?"
"No reason," Thorin lied and quickly turned his attention back to the computer screen.
Dwalin stared at him for a moment before continued going through the magazine.
"And you two will be spending New Year together?"
"For Mahal's sake, Thorin," Dwalin exploded, "just tell me what's bothering you!"
"Bilbo invited me over for New Year," Thorin blurted out quickly.
"Oh…"
"Yes, oh. What should I do?"
Dwalin eyed his best friend. "You mean you haven't said yes already?"
"Well… No. He didn't really invite me, per say. He said he wouldn't mind it if I was there."
Dwalin rolled his eyes. "After all that's happened, I would take that as his personal invitation."
"So what you are saying is, that I should go? I mean, wouldn't it be weird? His parents will be there, and Bilbo and I aren't getting along as we used to."
"It's a perfect opportunity to show him that your apology is sincere. And tell him the other thing too."
"About my apology…?" inquired Thorin and Dwalin sent him a look. "Oh, that thing… Don't you think it's a little too soon?"
"He said it first. Besides, if you get his parents on your side, you'll find out that Bilbo will forgive you very quickly."
Thorin thought about it for a second. "I still think this is a bad idea. What would you do if you had to meet the parents?"
"Who cares about the parents! The goal here is to apologize to Bilbo. Don't worry about his parents. If Bilbo forgives you, he'll defend you no matter what happens."
"So should I tell him I'll come?"
"Yes!"
:::
When Dwalin left Thorin stared at his phone for a good half an hour. It was easy. He would text Bilbo that he'd come. Easy.
But the problem was that it wasn't easy. He'd never had to deal with anyone's family before, and the thought of meeting Bilbo's parents scared him no end. He was sure they were great, but the thing was that he managed to get Bilbo pregnant. Not that the other teen didn't have anything to do with that, but he could easily see that Bilbo's parents would blame him for it. Who wouldn't? Thorin eased his consciousness with the fact that Bilbo wanted him there, and for Bilbo, he would face a fire-breathing dragon.
Hey… About the dinner for New Year's... I'll come. Thorin sent a text and then waited for a few minutes to get a reply.
Be here at 6:30.
OK.
No answer came after that and Thorin again began to worry if this was a good idea.
:::
A few days passed in a blink, and before he knew it, Thorin was ready to drive Fíli and Kíli to Dwalin's house where they would spend new year and hopefully not burn anything, while he would be spending it with Bilbo's family. Their parents left a few days ago, so they were completely alone, doing whatever they wanted without having to answer to anyone.
"Kíli!" Thorin called from the bottom of the stairs, "hurry up, or we'll be late."
"Not everyone is nervous about meeting his future in-laws," Kíli teased as he descended the stairs, but quickly stopped when he saw the way Thorin was looking at him. Maybe it wasn't the best of ideas to tease his brother.
"What's in the bag?" Thorin asked and eyed Kíli suspiciously. When he refused to answer, he looked over at Fíli who lifted his hands in surrender.
"Don't look at me. I had nothing to do with it."
"Thanks," muttered Kíli and frowned. His own brother had just sold him out.
"Take it back," ordered Thorin.
"But…"
"I don't want any trouble tonight."
"Ugh," groaned Kíli as he walked back upstairs. "It's not my fault you didn't get laid for a few months."
"I heard that!"
"Good!" called Kíli back. "I was hoping you would."
Thorin turned his attention back to Fíli who merely shook his head. "What?"
"Nothing. Just don't screw this up, okay. This is your last chance…"
"I know," Thorin answered quickly. "I won't, I promise."
Kíli took his time before coming back down. He just enjoyed making Thorin more nervous than he already was. Once he returned Thorin drove them to Dwalin's house, before driving to Bilbo. He was excited to see him, but at the same time he was terrified of the outcome. If Bilbo rejected him, he'd probably do it for good. So Thorin prayed that that wouldn't happen.
He stopped the car where he always did, when he drove Bilbo home. You can do this, he told himself, though it didn't help much. For some reason he was still nervous. One last check in the mirror to make sure everything was perfect.
"Here goes nothing," he said quietly as he walked to the door and knocked.
He could hear someone running and before he knew it Frodo opened the door. "You came!"
"You thought I wouldn't?" asked Thorin and smiled at Frodo's enthusiasm to see him.
Frodo just shrugged before he invited him in. "Bilbo, Thorin's here!"
"I know," called Bilbo as he came down the stairs to greet his guest. Thorin's worries disappeared when he saw him. Bilbo wasn't wearing anything special, but he was glowing, and Thorin was really happy to see him. "Hi."
"Hi…" he greeted awkwardly.
Bilbo stared at Thorin for a minute, and neither of them said anything. "Are you going to stand there all night? Come in."
"Thanks," mumbled Thorin and followed him into the living room, Frodo following close behind. "I brought something," said Thorin and gave Bilbo a bag, which he accepted immediately. "It's a bottle of Dom," Thorin explained at Bilbo's puzzled expression when he pulled a bottle of vintage champagne out of the bag.
"I noticed… Thanks."
Before either of them could say something to break the uncomfortable silence they have found themselves in again, Belladonna came from the kitchen, wearing her apron, looking very excited about meeting her son's 'friend'.
"Hello," she smiled warmly, "it's nice to finally meet you. We heard so much about you. Nothing bad, don't worry," she smiled reassuringly when Thorin's eyes widened in surprise. "I'm Belladonna, Bilbo's mother."
Thorin accepted her hand without hesitation. At least one of Bilbo's parents didn't hate him.
"And this is my dad," said Bilbo when Bungo finally joined him.
"Nice to meet you, Sir." To everyone surprise Bungo accepted Thorin's hand without any deadly glares, or uncomfortable questions.
"Dinner will be ready in five. In the meantime, you can help prepare the table," said Belladonna and ushered the boys in the kitchen so that they would help her.
Thorin did as he was asked without any complaints. He followed Bilbo and helped prepare the table under the watchful eye of Bilbo's mother. He noticed that Bilbo was a little reserved around him, but he attributed that to the fact that this wasn't awkward and embarrassing just for him, but for all of them.
"Everything alright?" he finally asked.
"Yes," came a short reply.
Thorin wanted to question him further, but dinner was served and it really wasn't the best time.
Bilbo remained unusually quiet during dinner, and allowed Frodo and his mother to interrogate Thorin and make him feel welcome and wanted while he and his father kept an ear to the conversation, but in reality didn't pay a lot of attention.
After dinner a dessert was served in the living room, and that was when Bungo decided to speak to Thorin for the first time. "So, what are your plans for the future?"
The moment his father spoke Bilbo tensed. He had a feeling where this was going and he didn't like it.
Thorin shrugged. "I haven't really thought about it, to tell the truth."
Bungo nodded in understanding. "But I'm assuming you already picked the school you want to go to. After all, you'll be graduating this year."
"I will, but I haven't thought about it. I have time to decide, I have all the options open."
"Of course. But with a baby on the way-"
"Dad!" interrupted Bilbo. "Don't do this now, please."
"With all the respect, Sir," started Thorin calmly, "I'm sure you know what you signed. A closed adoption doesn't allow biological parents to contact their children."
"How convenient for you that only my son gets to suffer the consequences," Bungo spat back.
"You have no idea what you're talking about." Thorin was doing his best to remain as calm as possible. He knew coming here was a bad idea.
"I think I have a pretty clear picture!"
"Bungo!" Belladonna warned when she realized where this was going. Her husband disliked the Durins and now he was lashing his anger on Thorin while Bilbo was sitting in the same room, hearing everything that was said. She knew this wasn't easy for her son.
"You get everything you want, without working for it. You have absolutely no morals at all, and you don't take responsibility for your own actions. Because of you my son ended up pregnant-"
"I think both Bilbo and I knew exactly what we were doing and I don't think it's fair that I'm the only one to blame," interrupted Thorin, and Belladonna nodded at his words. It takes two to make a baby. "As far as taking the responsibility goes… I didn't know Bilbo was pregnant until the moment he showed up at our house with my father who informed me of everything. You decided to stay quiet and keep this to yourselves. And I don't think you have the right to judge me. I accept the consequences of my actions. As I did with the fact that Bilbo is pregnant with my child, the fact that I lied and did horrible things to him, the fact that it was my ignorance that led to all of this… You don't even know me, so you have no right to judge me this way."
Thorin took a deep breath before he continued. "You think that I don't think about it every day? That I don't dread the moment when my parents will claim my child as their own? That they will raise my own flesh while I will be forced to stay quiet and observe from afar, calling it my brother or sister? You have absolutely no idea what I'm going through…"
Before Thorin could finish Bilbo burst out crying and ran away. He was having trouble holding back his tears while they were talking and soon it was too much of everything. He couldn't take it. He needed to get away as soon as possible and as far as possible.
:::
Thorin immediately went after him, following him outside the house when Bilbo finally stopped.
"Bilbo…" said Thorin just above a whisper.
"Don't…"
Thorin stopped and listened Bilbo quietly sob for a minute before he gathered his courage and took off his jacket, draping it over Bilbo's shoulders. It was cold outside and the younger teen must have been freezing. Bilbo didn't say anything so Thorin took his arm and turned him around. Tears were streaming down Bilbo's cheeks so Thorin pulled him into a warm embrace in which Bilbo immediately snuggled into.
"I'm sorry…" he whimpered in Thorin's chest probably a hundred times, before Thorin managed to calm him down.
"You have nothing to be sorry for," Thorin told him.
"It's all my fault… All of it…"
Thorin cupped his cheeks and gently lifted Bilbo's head up. "Look at me, Bilbo. Please look at me." Bilbo opened his eyes, which very quickly filled with tears again. "This is not your fault. Don't ever think this is your fault."
"If-If I hadn't stayed quiet things would have been so different," he explained between sobs. "I never thought that I hurt you as well… I'm sorry… So sorry…"
"You have nothing to be sorry for. Please look at me," Thorin equested. He wanted to assure Bilbo that this wasn't his fault. "I don't blame you. I never will. These things happened because they were meant to, not because we had anything to do with it."
"I never knew you felt this way," Bilbo admitted once he stopped crying.
"Now you do. I don't want you to feel guilty about it, alright? Things are not in our hands anymore. There is nothing we can do about it. We'll have to live with this for the rest of our lives. But you are strong, you are stronger than you think, and I have faith in you that you'll be able to put this behind you."
"I messed everything up, didn't I? Because I believed you weren't a good person."
"You did what every parent would have done in your place. You did what you thought was best for your child. And I understand your reasons. I'm not the most trustworthy person you've encountered."
"But I was wrong," protested Bilbo. "It just took me some time to realize that." He hugged Thorin as close as he could. "I'm sorry. Please forgive me."
"There is nothing to forgive," said Thorin and kissed the top of his head. "Come, let's get you back inside. I don't want you to get cold."
Thorin wanted to go back inside, but Bilbo pulled him back until their eyes met. "Thorin," he said quietly, "I don't want things to end like this between us. Could you perhaps give me a second chance?"
Thorin smiled. "It's not you who should be asking this, but I. Can you forgive me for everything that I did to you?"
"I forgave you long ago," admitted Bilbo. "I just didn't want to tell you because I was angry. More at me than at you. I knew how we met, I wasn't trying to fool myself. But I saw you change. You are a different person now than you were before, and I'll gladly take credit for that." Thorin couldn't help but laugh. "I know that you would never do anything like that to me now, but understand that I was upset and I reacted… Well, I overreacted. And I forgive you."
Thorin pulled him into another hug before he led him back inside, only to find Bungo waiting them at the door.
"Sir," started Thorin, hoping that this won't be a start of an argument. "I'm sorry-"
"It's not you who needs to apologize," interrupted Bungo. "It's me who should be saying sorry. After everything that happened, I jumped at the conclusions too quickly and I've misjudged you. For once I'm happy to admit that my wife was right and I'm sorry."
He offered Thorin his hand, who immediately accepted it. Bilbo was beaming the whole time, feeling happy with Thorin's arm wrapped around his waist.
Belladonna ushered them back to the living room where Bilbo found himself comfortable in Thorin's lap while sipping the tea his mother has prepared him. Once everything settled down Frodo suggested a movie, so the next few hours were spent watching TV.
"Come with me," whispered Bilbo in Thorin's ear. The older teen sent him a puzzled look, but decided to follow him anyway. Bilbo led him into the kitchen and closed the door behind them before serving himself another cup of tea.
"You know, you haven't kissed me today," he commented, hoping to get a reaction from Thorin.
He didn't have to say it twice because the moment he said those words he felt Thorin standing behind him. "How rude of me."
Bilbo smirked and turned around so that he was trapped between the counter and Thorin. "Aren't you going to do something about that?" he asked sheepishly.
"Maybe…" Thorin nuzzled his nose into Bilbo's neck and then kissed it gently, slowly making his way up to his jaw and then the nose, placing kisses everywhere except on Bilbo's lips. Bilbo buried his fingers in Thorin's hair, hoping to control him, but without any success.
Bilbo was enjoying Thorin's ministrations until someone cleared their throat. "Countdown is about to start," Frodo told them before he disappeared.
"We wouldn't want to miss that, would we." Bilbo pouted, but still followed Thorin to the living room where everyone was watching the countdown on TV.
10… 9… 8… "Are you two going to kiss?" asked Frodo.
But rather than giving him the answer Thorin looked Bilbo in the eyes and waited a few seconds so that the year ended before he kissed him.
"Happy New Year!" exclaimed everyone, but Bilbo and Thorin didn't even hear them. They were too lost in their passionate kiss to notice anything. Bilbo allowed Thorin to pull him as close as possible and deepen the kiss.
"You can stop now," Frodo protested and they pulled apart both smiling.
Thorin rested their foreheads together, their lips almost touching. "I love you," Thorin whispered, and pressed a quick kiss to Bilbo's lips.
"I love you, too."
"Khmm," Bungo interrupted. "Hate to interrupt…"
Bilbo pulled away from Thorin so that his father could wish him a happy New Year, while Frodo did the same with Thorin.
"Happy New Year!" smiled Belladonna and place a kiss on Bilbo's cheek.
"Don't hurt him," Bungo warned Thorin.
"Dad!"
"I won't, I promise," Thorin assured him.
"Then you are always welcome here."
Bilbo quickly found his way into Thorin's loving embrace, but not before pulling him down into another kiss.
"I have to call Fíli and Kíli, and Dwalin…"
"Don't."
"Why not?" asked Thorin, confused by the fact that Bilbo didn't want him to call his brothers and best friend.
"We've been here the whole evening. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to go to Dwalin's."
"Can I come?!" Frodo interrupted.
Bilbo rolled his eyes before looking at Thorin. "I don't think Dwalin will mind if he comes too."
"Yes!" Frodo jumped with excitement. "Mum, mum, can I go? Please," he whined.
"I'm not sure it's a good idea, sweetheart."
"But…"
"I will drive him back home," offered Thorin. "Or he could just sleep at my place and I'll bring him back later."
"Please mum…"
Who could say no to those puppy eyes? "Fine. You may go. But listen to your brother and Thorin, alright. No causing trouble."
:::
Thorin parked the car in front of Dwalin's house, before they entered the house together.
"Thorin!" called Dwalin the moment he saw him. "You have no idea how happy I am to see you here. You too, Bilbo," he added when he saw him holding Thorin's hand. "Safe to assume everything is back to normal between you two?" Bilbo smiled and nodded. "It was about time!"
Bilbo left Thorin alone with Dwalin so that he could talk to others. The first one who approached him was Ori, who was smiling happily as if he was expecting that he and Thorin would get back together. "I knew it, I just knew it," he kept repeating. "You two are meant to be."
"Thanks, Ori," smiled Bilbo.
"Would you like something to drink? There is orange juice in the fridge if you are thirsty."
"I'm fine, thank you. I see that Kíli haven't got a chance to burn this house down."
"Not yet," laughed Ori. "Maybe he was just waiting for you to show up. I know he managed to smuggle something here. I just know it."
"Bilbo!"
"Speaking of the devils," said Bilbo, and both he and Ori laughed.
"You came!"
"Of course I came. Now you can stop yelling. I hear you perfectly."
"Oh, sorry…" He looked to the other side of the room where Thorin was having a conversation with Dwalin, while looking at Bilbo. "And you are back with my brother!"
"Well, I'm not really sure if we are officially back together, but he told me he loved me so that must count for something."
"He told you he loves you?! That's amazing Bilbo, I'm so happy for you," smiled Ori and hugged him.
"Dwalin knew," hiccupped Kíli.
"What?"
"Thorin told Dwalin he loves you," clarified Kíli. "While they were arguing about you. Dwalin accused him of being a coward…"
"And you know about this because…"
"… I was eavesdropping," Kíli announced proudly before taking a large sip from his cup. "Maybe it wasn't the best of ideas to tell you that."
"Maybe," laughed Bilbo. "You better hope I don't tell Thorin about it."
"You wouldn't!"
Bilbo shrugged before taking the plastic cup from Kíli's hand. It was more than obvious that Kíli had a little too much to drink. Instead of arguing with him, he called Fíli for help and after a few minutes Kíli stopped fighting them and lay down on the couch and watched his brother and Frodo play video games. Bilbo in the meantime had a chance to talk with Balin, who he hadn't seen since the last time he was visiting. It looked like Balin was truly happy that Thorin found someone who made him happy.
Without drinking too much alcohol, no one was in the mood to party until the morning. They had fun, that much was obvious, but they were also tired. And when Thorin caught Bilbo dozing off on the couch he decided to go home. He suggested driving them home, but Bilbo didn't want to leave him so they all returned back to the mansion. Frodo was also with them. There was no way he was going to let this opportunity pass.
"Where am I going to sleep," asked Frodo as they were walking upstairs. Kíli was still wobbling a little, but managed to walk on his own.
"You can sleep in my room…" Bilbo offered.
"Or any other room you like," Thorin finished.
"If I sleep in your room, where are you going to sleep?"
Fíli coughed awkwardly before he excused himself. Kíli following close behind.
Bilbo looked at Frodo and his younger brother immediately understood where would he be spending the night. "Mum and dad wouldn't like it."
"That's why you'll stay quiet." Bilbo had the last word before he led Frodo to his bedroom. He then borrowed some clothes from Fíli, so that his brother wouldn't have to sleep in the clothes he wore the whole day. Even though Fíli's clothes were a little too big on Frodo at least they were comfortable. Bilbo told him where Thorin's room was before taking some clothes out of the closet – luckily everything was still the way he left it – before returning to Thorin's room.
"If I get scared can I wake you up," asked Frodo, who was a little afraid of sleeping alone in such a big bed.
"Yes. You know where to find me. Or Fíli, if you don't find me."
"I think I'll go to Fíli," decided Frodo. "I don't want to catch you and Thorin having sex."
Bilbo turned red before quickly bidding him goodnight and hurrying down the hall to Thorin's room.
"You won't believe what Frodo just said," he told Thorin after he closed the doors behind him and rested his back against it.
"He thinks we are having sex." At Bilbo's confused expression Thorin couldn't help but laugh. "Don't worry, it's completely normal. Fíli asked the same thing a few years ago when Dwalin and Ori slept over and they wanted to sleep in the same room."
"He's eleven," argued Bilbo.
"They grow up much faster than we did. Don't worry, we are not going to scar him for life, he won't see us do anything." Bilbo wanted to ask something but Thorin spoke first. "No matter how much fun having sex sounds fun right now, I'm too tired, and so are you."
Bilbo yawned before nodding. He was really tired and he and Thorin hadn't talked about having sex, so it could wait. He went into the bathroom to change and brush his teeth before he joined Thorin under the covers and snuggled close to his pregnancy pillow that was lying between him and Thorin.
Thorin frowned when he saw Bilbo pull the pillow close. He was hoping to have Bilbo all for himself, but now that annoying thing was between them. "How I missed this," Bilbo mumbled and snuggled comfortably into the soft pillow. "You really don't know a good thing until it's gone."
Thorin stared at him for a minute before he spoke: "Bilbo, love… Don't you think there is something else that would appreciate snuggling with you more than this pillow?"
"No…"
Thorin now wasn't sure if Bilbo was teasing him or if he was being serious. "I would like to cuddle with you. And I would appreciate if you would detach yourself from the pillow."
"Okay," came a husky response that made Thorin aware that Bilbo was already half asleep. Without any difficulties he pulled the pillow away from Bilbo and threw it on the floor. Missing something to hold on to, Bilbo immediately snuggled closer to Thorin an allowed him to pull him even close as two strong arms wrapped around him.
"Night…" was all he was able to say before sleep took him.
:::
When Bilbo woke up the next morning he had absolutely no idea what time it was. He noticed that the curtains were still closed… and that Thorin was nowhere to be found.
"Thorin?" he called, voice thick with sleep.
No response came. The bathroom door was opened so if Thorin was there he would have heard him. But no, Thorin wasn't there. Apparently Thorin didn't see anything wrong with the fact that he abandoned him. That he left him sleep, while he was doing god knows what. Bilbo was going to have words with him. They were together now, so he had every right to be angry because he was left alone on their first night together.
He got out of the bed, reached for one of his jumpers, before he made his way downstairs, determined to show Thorin how he didn't appreciate being left alone.
But the closer he got to the kitchen, the more clear it became that everyone was already there, eating, while he was left alone in Thorin's bedroom.
"Hi Bilbo," greeted Frodo the moment he saw him enter. "Did you sleep well?"
Bilbo noticed Thorin standing at the counter smiling warmly at him. "I did, thank you for asking. But I didn't enjoy waking up alone."
Thorin knew that Bilbo's answer was aimed for him. He stepped closer and wrapped his arms around the younger teen's waist and placed a kiss on his lips. The boys sniggered, but he decided to ignore them. "Good morning," he smiled lovingly at Bilbo, who continued to pout. "How are you?"
"You left me alone," accused Bilbo while poking a finger into Thorin's chest. "And you came down here to have breakfast, and you don't eat…"
Thorin silenced him with a kiss. "You'd have gotten breakfast in bed if you'd waited." Thorin told him, and at that moment Nola returned with a new bottle of syrup.
"Oh…" Only now Bilbo noticed the tray with pancakes and orange juice, that would be his first breakfast in bed if only he'd waited. Stupid.
"But since you're here, we're all going to eat together."
Bilbo couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that they would be eating with everyone else, but he got over it very quickly. It was fun having breakfast with his friends, family and his boyfriend. That was actually the best part.
"I called mum and dad," told him Frodo. "They were a little worried because we didn't come home, but they didn't mind that we spent the night here. And I didn't tell him that you slept with Thorin," Frodo added just to make Bilbo blush.
"I have to say that it makes me very happy to see you two finally together," Nola commented as she joined them. "You two really took your time."
"It wasn't my fault Thorin is so slow," answered Bilbo teasingly. "It took him a few months to admit that he likes me."
"You weren't much better," added Fíli and the whole table laughed when Bilbo frowned.
"He was being an ass, that's what he was! Pigheaded idiot-"
"Who loves you," finished Thorin. "Don't forget that."
"We were trying to point out whose fault it was that it took you so long," Bilbo reminded him.
Thorin realized it was better to let Bilbo win than to argue with him. "My fault," he agreed and leaned over so that he could kiss him.
At the beginning Bilbo smiled into the kiss, but after a moment he pulled back an eyed Thorin suspiciously. "You just said that so that I would stop, didn't you? You actually believe that it wasn't your fault. I can't believe you!"
"No, I agree, it was my fault, not yours."
Bilbo looked at him with disbelief. "The nerve!" He stood up to leave, but Thorin caught his hand and pulled him back, and Bilbo landed in his lap.
"Let go," he ordered, while pouting like a small child.
"You look adorable when you're pouting," Thorin commented and Bilbo slapped his arm. "About letting you go: I don't think so. You just go to my room and continue to sulk there. It was my fault, but it was also yours. The reason why I agreed was simply because I didn't want to start a fight so early in the day. Now can we please stop talking about whose fault it was and enjoy breakfast together?"
"Not my fault," added Bilbo before reaching for his plate. Since Thorin told him to stay where he was, which currently meant sitting in his lap, Bilbo decided to listen and eat breakfast like this. At least he was comfortable.
:::
"Bilbo," called Frodo from the other side of the door, "Dad called. He said we need to go back home. They want to have dinner with us."
Bilbo groaned at the interruption. They spent the whole day at Thorin's house. While Frodo was playing video games with Kíli and Fíli in the living room, he and Thorin were spending 'quality' time together. That included a lot of kissing, and biting and touching, and some sleeping, and a lot of lazy kisses when neither of them was feeling particularly in the mood, or they have just woken up from their nap and they were too lazy to do anything else except lie on the side end exchange languid kisses.
At the moment what they were doing wasn't so innocent anymore. Thorin was on top of Bilbo, completely shirtless with untied pants that were already pushed down a little. He was supporting himself on his arms while they were having a make out session. Bilbo ran his fingers probably a hundred times over his chest and over his muscular stomach. He seemed so fascinated by it that Thorin didn't want to say anything about it. Also, Thorin was almost sure that Bilbo had managed to leave a few marks on his back while he was trying to pull him down so that they could kiss deeper. And also Thorin knew there was a hickey on his neck that Bilbo made and then proudly told him about it. Stating that now there was no doubt to whom he belonged.
"Bilbo!"
Bilbo groaned and broke the kiss. "Coming!" he called back and then placed a quick kiss on Thorin's lips. "I'm sorry love, but we'll have to continue this some other day."
"I could drive Frodo home and you can stay here," offered Thorin, before taking in Bilbo's appearance. It was more than obvious what they were doing, especially with all those bite marks on his neck, his swollen lips, and his ruffled hair.
Bilbo traced his finger over Thorin's lower lip. "I would love to stay here, but I think it would be better if I go home. You don't want my parents to think you are a bad influence on me, do you? Besides, if I don't go home there a big chance Frodo will tell them I slept in your room."
"Yeah, but it's not like we haven't done this before."
"Well, now it's different," reminded him Bilbo. "Now we are together, and," he added, "my parents know about it. The first thing they'll assume is that we had sex, and I'm not sure if they are ready to accept that so soon."
"I think they know how babies are made, Bilbo."
"It's still different. But if it makes you feel any better I would love to stay in your bed."
Thorin smirked before giving him a kiss. "And I would be more than happy to have you here."
"I can come tomorrow if you want," Bilbo offered.
"I'm going out with Dwalin, remember?" Bilbo pointed a warning finger to his face. "Yes, I know, and I won't forget or get carried away, I promise. Trust me."
"Oh, I trust you," said Bilbo, "but I don't trust others around you. No funny business, okay?"
"Okay."
"Bilbo!"
"I really need to go."
Thorin nodded and got off of him, and reached for his shirt. "I'll drive you home."
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"Where is Bilbo," asked Bungo when Frodo walked in alone.
"He is still smooching Thorin, or trying to say goodbye. I guess both…" He wanted to add how annoying his brother was when he was all happy, and when he was constantly exchanging glances with his boyfriend, but he decided to stay quiet.
Bungo opened the front door, only to see Thorin shoving his tongue in his son's throat where everyone could see them. Teenagers these days, he sighed before clearing his throat loud enough to get their attention.
Bilbo turned around to say: "A minute," before he pulled Thorin back down again.
"Khmm, I think that was quite enough," said Bungo, feeling a little uncomfortable watching his son having a make-out session in the middle of the street. "Son, I think that's enough. Dinner's ready."
"Coming," said Bilbo to his father, hoping that he will go back inside so that he will get a moment alone with Thorin, but Bungo didn't move. He stayed right where he was, with front door opened, waiting for his son to come in.
"I have to go," he told Thorin. "I'll see you in a few days, okay?"
"I'll call you and we'll talk," said Thorin before kissing Bilbo one last time and telling him he loved him.
"Love you, too," smiled Bilbo, before he finally let go of Thorin, and hurried inside. But not without glancing back a few times to see his boyfriend standing by the car, waving him goodbye.
"…Like the fact that I will love you 'till I die."
Author's notes:
A big 'thank you' to Chamelaucium. She makes sure this is readable super fast. It's usually me who spends weeks thinking about updating and never being happy with it.
I know this feels rushed, but it's unbelievably hard to write 'let's get back together after everything that happened'. At least I tried.
In the next chapter Bilbo and Thorin will be actually 'doing' something :P
