Author's note: Merry Christmas! I apologize in advance, I really hate this chapter, so I pray you all like it. I'm not good with…you'll see. Please enjoy.
Fíli and Kíli joined Gandalf outside later that night to enjoy some of the Pipeweed the wizard had brought before bed, purposely leaving their two friends inside to continue to work things out and catch up. Bilbo would have loved to come out and smoke with them, but right now he had far more important things on his mind, all of which were about Thorin. The couple was still sitting in Bilbo's living room, talking about this and that, catching up, but their pending relationship status was still very much the elephant in the room that no one seemed to want to address.
Bilbo's laugh rang out sweetly as he listened to Thorin recount a recent incident involving Bombur and a "borrowed" basket of enchanted pastries, hanging on Thorin's every word, though he would semi-frequently look away to pretend otherwise.
"I miss Bombur, he was an entertaining fellow. But bless me, I miss everyone; Balin, Dwalin, Bofur, Bifur, Dori, Nori, Ori, Oin, Gloin…such a lively bunch they all were." Thorin smiled and reached for Bilbo's hand as he had earlier, a light flush crawling up the gingers cheeks.
"All the more reason for you to come home, they miss you too." Bilbo just sort of stared at Thorin for a few seconds, processing what exactly this could mean for them, for their relationship.
"Home? I am home." He said softly, becoming a bit breathless as Thorin slowly shook his head.
"No, you just think you are. Home isn't where your body dwells, Bilbo Baggins, it's where your heart does. Riddle me this, burglar, when is the last time your heart ached for anything besides excitement―besides me." Bilbo let Thorin's hand drop and he stood slowly, approaching Thorin carefully and (being just the perfect height since Thorin was seated) kissing him lightly on the lips. Thorin searched his counterpart's eyes thoroughly, his question bleeding into his face as he gathered the courage to ask it.
"Do you love me?" It was barely a whisper, but Bilbo heard it, and unable to find his voice, he gave a meek nod and a loving smile, an intense feeling suddenly washing over Thorin. He grabbed the Hobbit by his waist coat and brought their lips back together, rougher this time, tangling his fingers into Bilbo's ginger curls. Thorin flicked his tongue against Bilbo's lips, asking for permission, though Bilbo was unsure of exactly what this meant. On instinct, however, Bilbo's lips parted and Thorin took that as an invitation. The kiss was sweet, savory. Everything you would expect a first kiss to be. Bilbo Baggins was a Shire Hobbit, a Shire Hobbit as innocent and sheltered as the lot of them, but he knew his fate. He was madly in love with Thorin Oakenshield, of Erebor, and because of this, everything was going to change.
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Thorin followed Bilbo into his bedroom that night, looking upon the bed he'd found him in a few short hours ago. Bilbo already looked stronger since he'd eaten properly and light had refilled the big blue orbs that had been earlier dead and dull. A smile crept onto Thorin's face as he watched the cute Hobbit crawl up on his bed and pat the spot beside him, looking so small and innocent. Thorin curled up beside Bilbo and took his hand, his deep blue eyes full of love for his friend.
"Tell me, Halfling, would I have been worth it? Worth your books and beloved Hobbit-hole? Worth this child you are to one day care for if the circumstances arise…worth the preciousness of your own life?" He ran his large hands through the soft ginger curls upon Bilbo's head, who nuzzled into him.
"To me, yes. Thorin I―" Bilbo didn't quite have the courage to speak what was on his mind, but that was alright, Thorin didn't need to hear it.
"I know, Burglar. I know." He leaned in slowly, his lips just barely brushing Bilbo's at first, the Hobbit taking the matter into his own hands. Bilbo crushed his and Thorin's lips together, his small body rolling on top of the Dwarf. Thorin let out a surprised grunt, eagerly pushing his tongue into the Hobbit's mouth and pulling him tighter against him. Bilbo flushed scarlet, but didn't object, having suppressed his emotions for such a long time. He was sure he would regret in the morning, but right then, nothing but being with Thorin felt right.
"Thorin I've never eh…" Bilbo panted out, pulling away and looking down at him with rosy red cheeks. Thorin let out a thunderous laugh and buried his face in Bilbo's neck, the smaller male getting a face full of Thorin's long black mane.
"It's okay, I'll be gentle." Bilbo nodded and moaned loudly as Thorin took the sensitive flesh of his neck into his mouth and sucked tenderly. Bilbo wriggled beneath him, his skin becoming ablaze with Thorin's scorching kisses.
Just outside the room, Gandalf was sitting with his ear pressed against the door. He hadn't meant to be a pervert of any sort, but being so concerned for Bilbo's health he had hoped to hear some disclosed information about the nature of his relationship with the Dwarf, as to know why exactly suicidal ideations had happened upon the most gentle and good natured of creatures. The wizard got rather an earful, however, and was blushing down to his toes by now. He supposed it made since now, knowing the relationship between his two friends was that of a romantic nature, but it didn't do much to ebb his worries. Gandalf was fearful that if something were to ever happen to Thorin again, they would truly lose Bilbo, or vice versa.
Think, Gandalf. There has to be something you can do to ensure that no matter what, neither of our impulsive friends here ever do the unthinkable. It would wound so many around them. He thought to himself, attempting to ignore the now animalistic noises that were emanating from Bilbo's bedroom. It was then that it all of a sudden hit him.
That's it! The one thing more important than any romantic relationship is the fruit of said love, and by Vala if I have to go that route I will. Sorry, Bilbo. Gandalf concentrated very hard on Bilbo's aura and with the snap of his fingers, changed the course of the Hobbits life forever.
By now Thorin had ripped their clothes off and reversed their roles, grinding into Bilbo's hips forcefully. Bilbo was whimpering and hung with need, his bright blue eyes blown open wide with lust. Thorin trailed a finger down the Hobbit's pouty, bruised lips and had to stifle a moan.
"You're so beautiful." Bilbo was rocking into Thorin's touch, his need building as their skin collided in areas previously untouched for as long as the shorter male could remember. Thorin slid down his lover's body and softly took his penis into his mouth, while offering Bilbo his fingers. Bilbo turned bright pink and fisted the sheets at the contact.
"O-Oh…Thorin…ugh, I don't u-understand…" Thorin pulled away and chuckled, earning a hiss of disappointment from his counterpart.
"You're supposed to suck them." Bilbo didn't know why that was necessary but he had a feeling he didn't want to ask, and dutifully sucked the three fingers into his mouth while Thorin continued his assault on the Hobbit's lower regions.
There was a room a hall over from Bilbo's, the bedroom that used to belong to his parents. This was where Fíli, Kíli, and Gandalf were to sleep, and while Gandalf was off being a pervert and working magic on the couple next door, the two Dwarves were having some fun of their own. Their lungs were filled with tobacco and their bellies full of food and that made for a happy pair after such a long journey to the small Hobbit-hole. They were curled up together on the large bed, Kíli playing absentmindedly with one of the braids in his brother's beard.
"That Pipeweed is pretty nice, eh, Fíli?" File's eyes were sparkling with mischief, drinking his younger brother in as he snuggled in closer.
"Aye. Gandalf and Master Bilbo spoke so highly of it, and they were right to. We should bring some back to the mountain when we return." Kíli traced patterns on his brothers bear chest with his finger, enjoying the somehow soft feel of the battle-scared skin beneath his own.
"Speaking of the wizard, when do you think he will venture to bed?" Fíli shrugged.
"I don't know. Last I heard him say he was checking on Uncle Thorin and…what, should we call him Aunt Bilbo? I think he may be a while, I have a gut feeling that our dear auntie and uncle are…well, doing the two back beast if you know what I mean." Both brothers burst into tearful laughter and Kíli trailed his fingers further down Fíli's body, fiddling with the band of his brother's underwear.
"Funny, that's what I was suggesting we do." A wide smirk crossed Fili's lips and he flipped over, pinning his younger brother to the bed beneath them.
"I bet Hobbits fuck like jackrabbits….but we can be better than just rabbits can't we brother?" He cooed with a wink, earning a growl from the younger Dwarf, who pulled him into a rough kiss.
Across the hall, Thorin had already entered Bilbo and was riding him bareback, the tiny Hobbit panting and gasping for air. Thorin's massive hands were woven into Bilbo's hair, fisting and tugging hard as he slammed mercilessly into the Halfling.
If this is considered gentle, I don't even want to know what rough is for a Dwarf. Bilbo thought to himself, crying out loudly as Thorin's penis brushed his sweet spot.
"Yes! U-Ugh, Thorin…." Bilbo had tried so hard for all decencies sake to be quiet throughout their escapade, but it seemed as if that were rather quickly being thrown out the window. The Hobbit's moans spurred the Dwarven King only to go faster, and it wasn't long before they were both about to burst.
"Bilbo, I-I'm going to…ngh, I need to pull out." Bilbo shook his head, a heat swirling in his groin that was too blissful to him to even consider stopping.
"No it's okay, I want you to do it." Thorin slowed down and pressed a sweet, gentle kiss into Bilbo's curls, rolling his hips into him a final time as he came hard inside the smaller male. This pushed Bilbo into orgasm as well, coating his bedding with a white substance unfamiliar to him, though he knew what it was.
"Oh my goodness…" Thorin chuckled at the Hobbit and rolled them over once more so that Bilbo was laying comfortably on top of his chest.
"Was it good?" Bilbo sighed happily and threaded his fingers in with the Dwarves, giving his hand a squeeze and peering up at him from underneath his eyelashes.
"You were brilliant."