Kili woke up in the middle of the night after rolling off of Fili and onto the floor. The hood of his jacket flopped over his face as he groaned. He was sore as hell and he never wanted to sleep on a couch ever again in his life. Eventually he decided he didn't need to keep his cheek pressed up against the carpet and pushed himself up onto his hands and knees. He got a good look at Fili who was fast asleep, his hair splayed everywhere, his mouth open, drooling slightly. He looked absolutely horrid.
Kili smiled and brushed some of the hair out of Fili's face. He loved it. Fili was beautifully imperfect and that was what made him perfect. He tipped Fili's lax jaw a bit, closing it enough to kiss him on the lips which caused Fili to stir. He jerked back, tired eyes looking around as if his whole world had changed. Kili only laughed.
The blond rubbed his face, "What time is it?"
"The hell should I know?" Kili stood up and offered his hand. He helped Fili up onto his feet. "But I'm pretty sure we should not break ourselves any more than we have on the couch."
Fili felt almost everything pop as he moved. "Yeah. But first."
He wrapped his arms around Kili, pressing him close once more. He hummed happily when Kili hugged him back. It still felt like a dream to have Kili so close, to have him with him once more. He didn't care if they took it slow, or fast, or hard, just as long as he got to be with the brunette. He loved him, nothing would change that.
"Alright, I'm good. Take me to bed." Kili joked, holding onto Fili tight.
Fili started to shuffle his feet, Kili following suit, both not willing to let go. They made it about a yard before they pressed their foreheads together all grins and laughs. Kili pulled away and took Fili's hand. "Come on, bed time."
It was when they got to the stairs they heard something that made them freeze.
"Are you sure?" Thorin sounded... he sounded worried.
"I had Nori check it out for me, he'll be over tomorrow night with more information but... they're starting to stir and I don't like the feel of it." Bilbo was hushed.
Fili and Kili looked to each other, their hands tightened in their grip and they ventured into the kitchen, the light still on despite the late hour. Thorin was pacing while Bilbo leaned against a counter with his arms folded over his chest and ankles crosses looking rather nonchalant about the grim subject that creased Thorin's brow. Kili looked over to Fili who squeezed his hand even harder. He looked back to Bilbo. Upon closer inspection Bilbo's eyes were darker than usual, his face schooled into a dangerous tight lip. He was everything but nonchalant over this.
"What's going on?" Fili stepped fully into the kitchen pulling Kili with him.
The two men looked to them, shared a glance before Bilbo waved a hand at Thorin as if granting his permission. He shook his head in reply. Bilbo sighed and seemed to mull something over in his mind. Carefully he chose his words.
"Something... is happening, but we seem to be having difficulty dealing with the problem."
"What's happening?"
"You remember Dori?"
Thorin suddenly cut in, "We can't say it'll happen the same."
"You're right, we can't, but they need to know."
"Having half of the story is never helpful."
Bilbo let out another heavy sigh. "Darling... I know you like to thoroughly plan things out but I don't believe we have enough time."
"Not planning things through is the problem! We can't risk them with a plan based off of half truths, too many variables to anticipate!"
"But we can't just leave them out of this!"
They continued to argue back and forth. Fili tugged Kili away from the kitchen and up the stairs. "They'll be like that all night. We'll be able to talk to them tomorrow after they figure out what they're even talking about."
"Do they do that often?"
Fili shook his head coming to a stop in front of his door. "No. Only when they feel like they are in a corner."
"You okay?"
Fili shook his head again. "Not really."
Kili reached around his boyfriend and opened up the bedroom door. He pulled Fili in, closed the door. He shrugged off his jacket, toed off his shoes and pulled back the duvet. Fili didn't think much of it, his mind still swimming with bad memories. Bilbo and Thorin were his mom and dad, they raised him since he was roughly six years old. He didn't have many memories of his birth parents as they had always been so busy and he usually stayed with Thorin when they were off doing whatever they did. So seeing them fight was always hard.
"Come here." Kili reached up and flexed his hands in a grabby motion.
Fili went over to him, he was grabbed into a hug and pulled down. Legs wrapped around his waist as arms squeezed around his shoulders. He heard Kili whisper against his hair, "Koala hugs make everything better."
He closed his eyes, indulging in the scent of his boyfriend and the comfort of the warm that held him. It occurred to him that this was a sexual position but Kili had single handedly defused it from that. Right then, right there, it was the most relaxing, comfortable place to be. He gave a little moan of appreciation when fingers went through his hair.
"When was the last time they fought like that?"
Fili sighed. "A couple of years back." He nuzzled his nose against Kili's neck, puffing out a breath of frustration that he had to remember this. "I just got into Uni, I was staying in the flats... um... I think you call them dorms. I met a girl. They dug up information on her being the overprotective people they are and found out she used to do drugs, nothing hard, but still they disapproved. They were arguing over if they should tell me or not and how to handle it if I stayed with her."
Kili felt a lump in his throat. He... didn't like hearing about Fili with someone else.
"Found out eventually after they calmed down. So I watched her and found out she was slipping back into bad habits so I tossed her out of my bed."
Kili continued to stroke Fili's hair. His voice as steady as he could will it. "For future reference, you should just tell me that you broke up with your ex and not that you threw them out of your bed."
"S-sorry..."
Ori was happy, warm, and snug. Oh he had the most wonderful night. Dwalin was a very sweet friend to have and he put up with Kili teasing him being Ori's boyfriend. He was nice enough to pay for Ori's movie ticket and the snacks only after verbally wrestling with the ginger to finally agree that Ori would pay for the next time they got to hang out with each other. He got to sleep in a lovely little bed in Dwalin's apartment while the larger man slept on the couch saying it wasn't right for a guest to sleep on the sofa while he slept in a bed.
Dwalin, Ori decided, was someone he wanted as a constant in his life. Good friends came rarely and when you have them, you cherished them.
He smiled and thought about how he could repay Dwalin's kindness. Maybe he could cook breakfast, or maybe tidy the place up a bit for him, or maybe- but before he could think any more on it his back gave a funny little twing when he tried to get up.
"Oh dear. Not here." The redhead sucked in a breath, his body half bent over as he tried to stand. He would push passed this and everything would be okay. Gritting his teeth he tried to straighten out only to have a hot pain lance through his back and up into his head, shooting down to his feet. His legs buckled and his crumpled to the floor with a hard thump. He covered his face with his hands when he couldn't help the painful shout that escaped his lips.
This was just great! He cursed his body when he heard hurried running. He kept his face covered, his body shivering from the thrumming pain as Dwalin came into the room.
"Is every- are you okay?" Dwalin went to Ori's side, kneeling down. He reached out, touching Ori's arms.
"Don't touch me!"
The larger man pulled back, eyes wide. "I'll call an ambulance."
"No, no, I," Ori swallowed hard. "I'm alright. Just give me a moment. I just can't be moved right now."
Dwalin was already digging out his cell phone from his pocket. "All the more reason for me to call."
The ginger winced, taking hold of Dwalin's wrist. "Trust me, they won't be able to help. Just give me a moment and I should be good enough to move."
They looked at each other before Dwalin still dialed up a number. "Dwalin... yeah, won't be able to make it in today... medical... thank you." He hung up and settled more comfortably on the floor, only to get up and grab the pillows and blankets off of the bed. He slipped a pillow under Ori's head and pulled the blanket over him before settling once more. He cursed under his breath and made another phone call.
"Hello?"
"Hey, uh, Thorin, something's... um..."
"What happened?"
"I'm not certain, Ori fell and-"
"I'll be right there."
Dwalin looked down at the youth on his floor, he hung up his phone and smiled softly at the worried expression he was receiving. "You may not want help but you're still going to get it."
"I'm sorry..."
"For what?" Dwalin brushed a lock of hair out of Ori's face.
"For imposing. For being a useless lump on your floor. For putting you in this situation."
"You said yourself it can't be helped, so shut it."
They fell into a silence for a good long while before Thorin was nearly pounding Dwalin's door off when he got there.
"Where is he?"
"Bedroom."
Thorin's blue eyes narrowed on his friend. "Bedroom...?"
"Don't give me that, I slept on the sofa."
"You better have." Thorin snorted lowly hurrying in. Dwalin gave his own snort. Honestly, after Thorin became a dad to two new kids he was worse of a papa bear than before.
The politician found Ori looking rather snug on the floor. Happy and looking as if nothing had happened at all. "Are you alright?" Thorin knelt down.
"I'll be alright, really, I just need to stay still for a while."
"What happened?"
Ori pulled the blanket over his head mumbling, "I rather not talk about it. It's really quite shameful."
"Shameful? Dwalin if you-"
"I didn't do anything and you fuck'n know it!" Dwalin yelled from the kitchen.
"Dwalin's been a perfect gentlemen. I just... I've got a..." the rest he mumbled.
Thorin frowned. "Speak up."
When Ori didn't, Thorin fished out his phone and called home.
"Bilbo put Kili on the phone."
There were struggled sounds on the other line before Kili answered, "Yeah? ...I swear to god Fili if you don't back off I'll kick you in the ribs! No! I told you to leave my hair alone!"
"Kili focus."
"Sorry. What's up?"
"Your brother seems to have made himself at home on Dwalin's floor and won't tell us why."
"Oh fu-ngi," Kili managed to catch his language. "Um... yeah, it's best not to move him for a while. He'll need treatment of hot pads and ice packs on his back in intervals. I can get on a train and be there in a few hours if you need me."
"No. We will watch over him, but why the heat and cold?"
"He's got degenerative disk disease. Basically the disks in his back are whittling down and will pinch nerves, eventually his vertebra will either fuse together or fracture." The phone fumbled a little, Kili obviously adjusting it. "It'll land him in a wheelchair some day, so he's rather stubborn about it all."
"You seem to speak rather... freely of such a dire situation." Thorin pulled the blanket down from around Ori's head to see his pretty eyes looking up at him, his cheeks flushed red from embarrassment.
"Well, yeah. He's my brother, I'm going to take care of him no matter what. You need the information, so... here it is."
Thorin huffed out a laugh. "Good point. Could you tell Bilbo I will not be in the office today?"
"Sure. Oh, and uh, you'll need to keep close to him when he's up and walking again. Until all the pain is gone he'll fall down. Watch his left leg, it'll try to curl up to his chest. He can't control it, it'll just kick up."
"Don't worry, we'll watch over him."
"I'm not worried." Kili's voice went soft and almost whispered. "He's in your hands, dad."