Hey guys! Sorry for the long hiatus but midterms and University in general is being a huge party pooper. Again thanks for all the awesome reviews! I can't believe you are all real people. Hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it! Sorry if it's short, it's all I can do for now.
Bilbo let out an exasperated sigh as he looked himself over in the mirror once more. He had changed his clothes and attempted to fix his hair at least four times before settling on some dark jeans and a striped jumper. He pulled at the hem of his shirt, still not knowing what to do with his mess of curls. Thorin had told him it wasn't anything special, that he didn't need to worry about what he wore, which made Bilbo fret about having to look like he wasn't trying. Bilbo flattened one more loose curls and gave up, sighing again and sent a text to Bard.
He's taking me to a bar and I don't know what to do! What do I wear?
Bilbo slowly inched out of the safety in his room, listening for any sort of movement. Thorin had quickly taken all of his clean (and neatly folded) laundry once Bilbo was done with the washing. He then lumbered back to his own room without a word. Judging by the noises coming from the kitchen, the flyhalf was ready to leave, and enjoying some pre-party meal. Bilbo paused for a moment, startling when his phone buzzed.
Ooh! A date already? Did he finally ask you out or did you work up the courage?
Bilbo blushed at Bard's reply and immediately responded.
I wouldn't call it a date. Just a few drinks with the team.
Bilbo pocketed his mobile and slowly crept down the hallway towards the kitchen. There he found a well-dressed Thorin picking at some Chinese food, face still unshaven. Another unopened box stood across the table from the captain, and Bilbo sat in front of it.
Thorin nodded at Bilbo and continued with his meal nonchalantly. Bilbo fumbled with the box and his phone went off again. He managed a mouthful of noodles before checking it.
Haha I know, I'm coming too. I doubt he really cares about what clothes you wear, bet he mostly imagines you with them off, anyway.
Bilbo's jaw dropped and his face turned pink. He stabbed at his phone's keyboard in response and sent the retaliation back, all but throwing the device across the table when he was finished.
Bilbo looked up and smiled at Thorin, who did nothing but raise an eyebrow and continue checking his own phone. Bilbo scratched his head and looked away, even more embarrassed than he was before. Thorin sighed and stood, tossing his empty box in the garbage.
"Almost ready?" he grumbled, making his way towards the door.
Bilbo processed for a moment, still a little shaken up from Bard's message. "You're not going to shave?" he blurted out before he could think.
And hand ran over thick stubble on Thorin's face, and something close to disappointment presented itself. "You don't like it?"
"No, it's not that, I actually like your face a lot right now." Thorin raised his eyebrows once more, and Bilbo panicked quickly after realizing what he had said. "I mean, you don't have to shave if you don't want to. It's your choice. Your stubble is yours to deal with. I am completely indifferent to what you do to it. Don't listen to me."
Bilbo caught Thorin rolling his eyes as he headed over to the door and toed on his shoes. His keys jingled when Bilbo approached the door as well.
The ride in Thorin's truck was quiet when they sped down the road. The pub seemed to be quite a ways from campus and deeper into the downtown area. The sky darkened and made everything looked completely unfamiliar. All Bilbo could do was fidget in his seat and wring his hands nervously.
The bar itself took up a small streetcorner, the neon sign of a green and red dragon slithered above the doorway, smirking at him. Bilbo was surprised at the stillness of the street, the weather was good, yet nobody was out at all. Even the windows to most apartments and houses were dark, almost eerie. The inside, however was warm and bursting with life. Most of the team was already lined up at the Bar and laughing loudly. The others looked just as jolly as well. There were three large men sitting at at table arguing about the best way to cook lamb.
The group at the bar cheered when they noticed Bilbo and Thorin's arrival, and the captain exchanged various greetings individually. Bilbo made the mistake of perching himself between Fili and Kili, who descended on him like a flock of giggling birds. Both of them looked at the scrumhalf as if they were expecting something, beers in hand.
"This one didn't think you'd show up." Fili indicated his younger brother, who merely laughed.
"Not with your date." he smirked and nodded towards Thorin, who was across the bar. "Thought you'd be hiding away in your little hole."
Bilbo flushed and fidgeted, "It's not a date!" he retorted, and the two brothers looked at him with something between amusement and dread on their faces.
"What's not a date?" a low voice rumbled from behind him. He turned and saw Thorin standing almost mock-irritated, arms crossed and head cocked to the side. Bilbo swallowed before trying to speak.
"N-nothing." he choked, and Thorin shrugged. Fili stood and left his stool to sit on the other side of Kili, who also visibly shrunk as Thorin drew near. The captain sat in the stool and ushered the bartender over to where they sat.
"What would you like to drink?" Thorin's voice alone seemed to silence the room. The whole bar seemed to lean in as if to judge Bilbo's response. The stillness amongst such loud a company was almost eerie.
"I'll, um, just a water, please."
The room erupted with laughter at the answer, and a small shotglass was handed to him, a brown liquid inside. Fili and Kili both shared a mischievous look as Dwalin nearly forced the beverage down Bilbo's throat. The scrumhalf had no choice but to down the shot in one gulp.
His eyes widened as the liquid seared down his throat and bloomed in his stomach and chest. He felt tears well up on his eyelashes as he made a face, at which the rest of the company roared and cheered. The group all fell silent and downed their own drinks. Bard found his way over to Bilbo and Thorin disappeared to socialize once more.
"So how's the date going?" he asked casually, ordering another drink for Bilbo.
"It is not a date." Bilbo flushed and glanced over at Thorin, who seemed to be winning an arm wrestling match with Bofur.
A bright blue liquid came to him in a tall glass, and all he could do was stare at it for a moment. Bard seemed to notice Bilbo's hesitation and chuckled.
"A pornstar." he smiled and slid it closer, "You'd like it."
Bilbo carefully took a sip and gulped down the sweet liquid, leaving a pleasant feeling on his tongue. He smiled at Bard gratefully and the chugged the rest. Bard laughed openly, louder than usual, and Bilbo couldn't help but giggle as well, feeling oddly giddy. Fili and Kili then materialized behind Bilbo and ordered another round of shots, which Bilbo couldn't refuse. After all, a Baggins is always polite.
"Here's to having a great shag with the captain." Kili murmured and clumsily touched glasses with Bilbo, who blushed, but didn't retort. He gulped down the second shot easier than the first, and he smiled when it hit his belly. He looked over to Thorin, who looked oddly sober compared to the rest of the fumbling group. He unabashedly began to stare as Fili grabbed his shoulder.
"Poor sod doesn't know what he's missing." the blonde breathed more than spoke into his ear. "Says he doesn't like to get drunk at all."
Thorin caught the scrumhalf staring and Bilbo smiled at him, felling a lot less shy than before. Bilbo then cooly ordered another pornstar from the bartender as he noticed his captain making his way down the bar. The drink came rather quickly, and he had already finished half of it before Thorin was able to sit down.
"You better slow down." Thorin smirked, though his words sounded serious. His brow was creased with worry and his eyes searched Bilbo's. Bilbo only laughed and downed the rest of his drink.
"I like pornstars." Bilbo giggled as he swayed in his chair. "Especially the sweet ones!"
Thorin gave him a genuinely confused look, and if Bilbo though that the flyhalf couldn't blush he was wrong. "I. . ." Thorin began, but couldn't find anything to say. Bilbo then threw a laughing fit and almost fell off of his stool. Thorin helped right him by laying a hand on Bilbo's arm, and the smaller scrumhalf finally stilled.
"Are you my babysitter?" Bilbo suddenly asked, poking Thorin's chest playfully.
"Uh,"
Bilbo closed his eyes and shook his head, "No, no. Don't answer that. You don't have to." Bilbo then slid off of his stool carefully and stumbled into the bathroom to relieve himself. He noticed how red his face was in the grimy bathroom mirror as he made his way along the wall towards the urinal. He chuckled at how silly he looked.
Once he was finished, he clumsily washed his hands and wiped them on his pants. Before he could turn to leave, he felt a massive hand rest on his shoulder.
"Now looket what I've got 'ere." A thick cockney accent grumbled, and Bilbo turned to see three overweight and greasy men looming over him.
"Now 'aint he a little thing, eh, Burt?" Another said, reaching to pull at Bilbo's curly hair. Bilbo stifled a cry and slowly slapped at the intruder's hand. He tried to tell the three to leave, but the combination of fear and alcohol reduced it to a quiet gurgle.
"Wha'd he say, Bill? The li'l mouse got his tongue in a knot!" Burt chuckled, drawing a little too close. Bilbo backed up until he found himself cornered by the back wall. The three men still drew near.
"Hey, Tom? How's about a bit of fun with this one?" Birthday asked as Tom nodded, smirking darkly.
"Um," was all Bilbo could manage before a pair of firm arms grabbed him by the shoulders and lifted him off the ground.
"You what?" Burt almost growled, squeezing his shoulders until he cried out. Bilbo could feel his head spinning and his tongue wagging for words, but he could think of none. All Bilbo could do was sag helplessly as the man leaned in even closer to Bilbo's face and sneered.
"What's all this?" a familiar, authoritative voice all but roared from the door. All three men turned and looked behind them, forgetting the small scrumhalf that was dropped to the floor.
"Jus' a bit o' fun, eh, Tom?" Burt held out his hands at a seething Thorin Oakenshield.
"Right right. We don't mean no harm, honest!"
With clenched fists and cold eyes, Thorin nodded stiffly towards the door, and the three assailants scrambled to escape. Bilbo watched them leave before noticing he was trembling. His knees gave out and he sunk to the cold tile, staring into his shaking palms. His heart hurt it was beating so fast, and his breathing increased, making his head spin.
A large hand curled around one of Bilbo's wrists and he looked up, somewhat startled. His eyes met with frosty blue, and an unshaven face. Thorin looked sympathetic, kneeling in front of Bilbo with an impossibly gentle touch, but something close to rage boiled in his eyes. The grip on his wrist tightened.
"We're going home." He growled gently, pulling Bilbo to a standing position and all but carrying him out of the bathroom. Bilbo didn't protest, a little to intoxicated and shaken up to try and resist. Another large hand found its way around Bilbo's waist once he put an arm over Thorin's shoulder. He tried to ignore his entire side pressed up against the flyhalf, no less the heat he was emitting. His hand gripped tighter at the material of Thorin's t-shirt, and Thorin squeezed his hip in reassurance.
The rest of the team was still roaring on and arguing with the bartender about being cut off. Dwalin had somehow ended up standing on the bar clutching an entire bottle of liquor, whereas Fili and Kili were giggling like fools behind him. Bard only noticed them leaving when Bilbo nearly tripped and fell, and winked promiscuously at him before turning back to his conversation.
Thorin managed to stuff Bilbo into the front seat of his truck before jamming his keys into the ignition. Bilbo sagged onto the door and let his head rest on the cool window. He tried to apologize for the trouble but it just came out a muffled jumble of syllables. Thorin hummed in response but didn't answer. Bilbo liked that. Bilbo closed his eyes with blaring streetlights and a rumbling engine the last things on his thoughts.
The next thing Bilbo remembered was darkness of night and the warmth of a bed and blankets. He noticed that his clothes were still on and very uncomfortable. Without opening his eyes he pulled off his shirt and pants, leaving nothing but his boxers and socks on for pajamas. He hummed contentedly, and turned to nuzzle into the warmth beside him. He didn't question the hand that curled around him and began carding through his hair lazily, in response he merely wrapped his own arms around the mass of heat and sighed. He smiled, enjoying the scent of earthy cologne and his own detergent. Again Bilbo slept, feeling his muscles slowly relax into the body beside him.
And there it is. Thanks a bunch for reading! Promise next post won't be so delayed. Truly, you guys rock.