Noticed
Summary: Bofur had always loved to make his friends smile, but there was one dwarf in particular that he longed to keep happy for the rest of his days. Bofur knew, however, that a dwarf like Thorin could never notice him.
Chapter 2
The next time Bofur and Thorin were able to speak privately was in the home of the skin-changer, Beorn. They had small conversation, even around the company, and Bofur was certain there had been some stares. Not one member of the troupe was naive, and Bofur knew he must radiate of love for the king. That's certainly how he felt, but no one had said anything, that he knew of.
The night, in the home of Beorn, Bofur was actually not attempting to make time for himself and the king, but when he climbed up into the smaller of the two lofts on the left side of the massive log home, just trying to find a quiet place to finish his gift, there was Thorin, stretched out on the hay, his hands behind his head. He looked up and a smile fell on his face. He lifted quickly, and motioned for the toymaker to continue climbing the ladder.
Bofur did so, and sat down beside the king, his legs crossed in front of him. He looked over, and Thorin was staring at him with an odd glint in his eyes. "What is it?" The toymaker asked, after attempting to read the look and failing.
"I was just looking at you." The king assured.
Bofur laughed, and pulled out the carving he had been working on. It was finally starting to take shape, and in a moment of realization, he turned with his back to Thorin. He heard him chuckle before he spoke.
"Is that your way of saying you don't want to talk to me?"
Bofur laughed but didn't turn. He meant to respond, but he started working on a very a small, particularly intricate part of his sculpture, and got lost in his art. He didn't hear anything, but suddenly felt two arms slide around his torso. The king rested his chin on the toymaker's shoulder, and looked down at his hands. Bofur quickly tucked it into his coat, a smile coming across his face.
"You can't see it yet." He said quickly, falling back into Thorin's chest.
"Your carving?"
Bofur nodded.
"I told you before.." He tightened his grip and nuzzle into his neck. "You don't have to give me anything."
"Who said I was?" Bofur said, knowing how obvious it was, but he was enjoying their back and forth.
"Why else would I not be allowed to see it?"
Bofur didn't answer now, knowing there was nothing he could say wouldn't be obviously coy, and that just wasn't his nature. That was honest. Thorin suddenly backed away, and the toymaker tilted his head to watch him stand, and move in front of him. He took special care to hold his eyes, and not look down at the carving he was now tucking into his coat. He sat with his legs crossed, like Bofur, and sat close enough for their knees to touch ever so slightly.
"Can I be honest with you?" He asked.
Bofur looked at him closely, and nodded. "Of course."
Thorin finally looked down, resting his hands on his own thighs, and thought for a few seconds before speaking again, looking at Bofur in a way that was almost professional: "I've been distracted." He said simply. "This quest is very important, and my mind had not been as clear as it should be."
Bofur felt a jolt to his heart, wondering exactly what the king was trying to say. Was it over as soon as it had begun? So why the affection? Was everything he had said a lie? He listened as the king spoke again.
"I want to know ... exactly was is it that you feel for me?"
The toymaker knew he must have looked very confused, because he was and he didn't try to hide it. What was he supposed to say to that? In fact, he felt like he had already answered that question. "I told you before." He said, knowing that Thorin would understand.
He did. "So, you meant it?"
"Yes." Bofur had to take a breath before adding: "Didn't you?"
Thorin tilted his head and smiled, and even though his words were sweet, he did not touch the toymaker. "Absolutely. I've been captivated by you since the day I first spoke to you." He looked down, and sighed, and then continued: "What I'm trying to say is, I believe in order for my attention to be completely focused on the task ahead..." He paused, and Bofur held his breath. "We need to be open with the company, and start our courtship tonight."
The breath Bofur was holding slowly escaped at first, but then he couldn't help but laugh, a giggle at first, but he couldn't hold it easily, and ended up placing his mittened hands over his mouth, and taking several deep breaths before he was able to respond. "That is not what I thought you were going to say."
Thorin smiled. "Surely you don't think I would say such things in lust."
Bofur giggled again, and finally leaned forward, and placed a soft kiss on his lips. "I never said you did." He backed away, and shook his head, suddenly aware of what the situation required. "How are we supposed to tell them that?"
Thorin looked down. Obviously this was the first time he had really considered it. He looked up at Bofur and was obviously clueless. Bofur tried to help him. He didn't think he wanted to tell them all at once. He didn't care for the awkward moment. He considered just not saying anything, and being together as if everyone had always known, but he didn't think Thorin would care for the idea. He looked back to the king, and once again, caught him staring.
Bofur smiled. He was too happy to think up anything. He leaned in again, and kissed him, this time, Thorin deepened it, gently pushing his tongue into his mouth, swirling it around, and melting Bofur instantly. The toymaker tried to lean in closer, but their positions prevented him, and he ended up backing up in a huff, and Thorin laughed at him. "It's not right to see frustration on you." The king moved onto his knees, and caressed his face softly.
"Then kiss me." Bofur said, almost desperately.
Thorin wasted no time, and pulled him up by his shoulders, until they were both resting on their knees, as close as they could be, kissing madly. Bofur felt that passion rising in his chest, and wondered if they could get away with making love, even though they were technically in the same room with everyone else, just above them. He broke the kiss, as he started to loose focus, thinking about who was asleep below them, and who was awake, listening.
"What is it?" Thorin asked, noticing his distraction.
The toymaker felt a bit embarrassed, but figured if he was going to have a courtship with Thorin, he needed to learn to open up with him, and he masked his awkward feelings with humor and a bit of flirting: "Oh, ya know... just wondering how you're going to fuck me with all of them down there."
Thorin gave him a look that he fell in love with. It was a mixture of amusement, shock, humility, and lust. "And what if someone hears?" He asked slyly, leaning in to steal another quick kiss. He backed away and smiled, staring right into Bofur's soul with those amazing eyes.
"I guess that's one way to tell them."
"Tell them what?" The two jumped visibly as Kili lumbered up the ladder, followed by his brother. The two didn't seem to notice anything odd. Fili sat beside Thorin, and Kili beside Bofur, copying their positions. The toymaker couldn't help but think they looked silly, all knelt on their knees, in pairs, facing each other.
"You two should be sleeping." Thorin said, not even trying to hide his frustration.
"You should be, too." Kili said.
"We couldn't sleep." Added Fili.
"Nope."
"Too hot."
"Too many animals."
"Floor is hard."
"Yes, very."
"This hay looks much nicer to me." Fili plopped back onto the hay where Thorin had been, and snuggled into it, clasping his hands behind his head. Kili smiled brightly, and did the same. Thorin and Bofur looked at each as the brothers got comfortable. Bofur couldn't help but smile, and Thorin couldn't help but scowl. Then the toymaker took a deep breath, and Thorin gave him a curious look, but didn't stop him as he started talking.
"Lads?"
The brothers each perked. Fili sitting up, and Kili, turning on his side, and resting his chin in his hand to look at the toymaker, both moved quickly, and in no way like they had been ready for sleep.
"Um..." He starting think of exactly how to say it, but he figured now was a good a time as any. "We were up here for a reason." He seemed satisfied with the explanation but the brothers looked at each other, and then back to him, waiting for more. He looked to Thorin, with desperate eyes, trying to think of a way to say it without shocking them completely, but the king just shook his head, and looked away. Fili and Kili were probably the last of the company he was prepared to tell, but Bofur thought if they were going to be open, they needed to do it sooner rather than later. "For privacy..." Bofur said finally, and the way the brothers looked at each other told him they understood.
"Oh." Fili said blankly, looking back up at Bofur.
Kili sat up slowly.
Then suddenly Fili's face crept into a smile. "Ooohh..!" Kili was right behind him, and immediately started giggling, but it wasn't a mocking laugh. He was laughing at Fili. Thorin looked at them as if they'd lost their minds, as they fell into a fit of giggles that threatened to wake everyone. Bofur had a smile on his face, but he couldn't find the humor to save his life. Then suddenly Fili shot up, and helped his brother to his feet. "Understood." He said with a grin. They turned and started going for the ladder, but just before Fili's head went below view, Thorin spoke.
"Fili."
He stopped.
Thorin placed his finger to his lips, and gave him a look. Fili smiled in a way that Bofur almost found wise, and nodded. Bofur could tell by the look in his eye that he understood, and wouldn't say anything. Thorin trusted him to take care of Kili.
Bofur looked to Thorin who was still staring at the ladder. He reached over, and gently pulled his chin to make their eyes meet. His face was blank, and it honestly concerned him. "Are you alright?" He asked, letting his hand fall.
Thorin nodded and slowly his face turned into a smile. "That was ... easier than expected."
"What did you expect?"
"I'm not sure. I've ... never had a courtship. Even before the fall of Erebor."
"Really?"
Thorin nodded.
"I had one. A while ago. In the Blue Mountains. I was young, and so was he." Bofur pushed the thought from his mind. He hadn't thought of his relationship in a long time, but it was nothing compared to how he now felt for Thorin, even though there was still lingering feelings. After all, it ended very quickly.
Thorin leaned in, noticing his nostalgia. "Another takes your thoughts from me?"
Bofur's eyes widened, and he took Thorin's hand tightly. "Never." He said quickly.
Thorin moved forward, captured Bofur's lips passionately, and pulled them both down into the hay. Bofur giggled over his lips, and adjusted himself on the king's hips. He could feel Thorin's half-hard erection under him. He pressed his hips down, earning him a small moan from the king. They kept kissing and Thorin's hands started to move up and down the toymaker's sides. Bofur pulled back just enough, and Thorin almost whined in protest.
"Don't stop." Thorin said, taking his hands and placing them on each side of the toymaker's face.
"Maybe I just wanted to cuddle." Bofur teased, raising his eyebrows at him, and Thorin chuckled. He pulled him down by his shoulders and turned onto his side quickly, dipping the toymaker over, and cuddling up to him. He placed his chin on the top of his lover's head, and wrapped his arms around his waist innocently, and sighed as if he were preparing for sleep.
Bofur had to laugh, seeing his joke turned around on him. Also, seeing Thorin act so playfully made his heart soar. He pulled his head back and looked up at the king, who had his eyes closed. He didn't move as Bofur shifted his way up, until he was finally able to press their lips together again. Thorin kissed back, but it was half-hearted and lazy. It didn't bother the toymaker, who reached his hands up, and pushed them into his lover's raven hair. He kissed him again, and Thorin gave the same lazy response. Bofur pulled back, smirked, and clutched his hands in the king's hair roughly. Thorin's eyes shot open, and he grunted.
"I didn't think you'd be rough." Thorin teased.
"I'm not really." Bofur placed an apologetic kiss on his lips. "Just getting your attention."
"You have it." He pulled them close, and started placing teasing kisses up his neck.
"Looks to me like your attention was on sleeping."
Thorin bit him roughly on the sensitive area between his shoulder and neck. Bofur jumped, and his hands flew to Thorin's shoulders, pushing him back, but Thorin was much stronger, and held him in place. He stopped biting him and started sucking hard.
"You're ... gonna mark me." He said, opening his neck to the king, even though his hands clutched at Thorin's coat. "Bombur noticed... last time..."
"I don't care." Thorin said, letting his breath flow over Bofur's neck, making him shudder. He lifted from his neck and started kissing his lips again, but just as Thorin was moving on top of him a loud crash came from below them.
Bofur jumped, startled, and Thorin looked toward the ladder, though nothing could be seen from their place far back in the loft. They lifted slowly, but then a yell came from almost directly below them, followed by another crash. Bofur knew immediately. It was Bifur. Along with his occasional black outs, and fits during the day, he had the tendency for night terrors. These were particularly difficult, because the sleep took him even further from reality. Bofur jumped up, completely forgetting his lover.
He flew down the ladder with a skill that impressed Thorin a lot. He followed the toymaker swiftly, sliding down the sides just as Bofur had done. The company was springing to it's feet, just as Bifur hurled a large wooden bench across the log home. They all scattered, and Dwalin had to pull Ori out of the way. Everyone ran back, except for Bofur and Bombur, with Thorin close behind them. They both passed Bombur easily, and Thorin was reaching out to pull the toymaker back, but he was too far ahead on him, and he reached Bifur first.
Bofur shoved his cousin in the chest, causing him to stumble back. He used his moment of imbalance to leap on him, pinning his arms under his own body and lying on top of him to hold him there. Just as he was about to break free, Thorin made it to them. He gripped Bifur's shoulders and held him down firmly.
"Bifur!" Bofur's voice was calm, but a bit raised to be heard over his cousin's yelling. "It's Bofur. Everything's alright. You're safe." He sat on his cousin's stomach and leaned down, taking his face in both of his hands. "Bifur, listen to me... Everything's alright. We're all here." Thorin watched his lover closely. He was proud of him, and felt a new love swelling for him watching him handle the situation with such selflessness. Though honorable, Thorin couldn't help but dislike it. Bofur had ran at Bifur as if he were harmless, which they all knew wasn't the case. The idea of something happening to the toymaker put a nauseating feeling in his stomach.
Bombur got to them, but did not interfer, noticing they were holding him down. Not easily, but successfully. After a while longer of holding him down, with Bombur's eventual help, and Bofur speaking softly to him, Bifur finally started to calm, and slowly, he fell still, sleeping soundly, as if nothing had happened. Thorin slowly released him, and watched as Bombur and Bofur tucked a blanket under his head, and covered him with another. They started to speak to each other softly, and Thorin walked back toward the ladder, feeling like Bofur may need his space.
As he reached it Dwalin stood there, watching the 'Ur cousins. He glanced up at the king as he approached. "Ya alright?" He asked, leaning on the ladder.
"Yes, Dwalin."
"He's getting worse."
Thorin knew what he meant. Ever since the beginning of the journey, Bifur's episodes had become more frequent. Whatever the cause, it was concerning, but they both knew Bifur was an honorable warrior, who reached out to help on this quest that had no real benefit to him, and honestly, Thorin had him to thank for meeting Bofur. "I know." He said, but he shrugged. "We'll have to watch him closely, but Bifur is honorable, and loyal. We can do nothing but try to help him."
Dwalin nodded slowly, and then looked up at his king, and friend. "So... I noticed ya and Bofur coming down from there... together." Thorin looked at his friend, and sighed. He opened his mouth, and tried to respond, but Dwalin smiled, and beat him to it: "You're a little more obvious than ya think."
Thorin smiled at his friend. "I wasn't trying to hide it really." He then looked at the ground and shook his head, the smile still playing on his lips. Finally, he looked back his friend. "I told him wanted a courtship. He accepted."
"Congratulations."
Thorin gave him a bit of a look, but could tell his friend was being sincere, even if teasing a bit.
"Are ya sure now is the right time fer that?" He added eventually, and Thorin knew then his reason for bringing it up.
"I didn't plan on it, but..." He looked over to see Bofur talking with Bombur still. "I care for him. Deeply."
"I can tell." Dwalin walked over, and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "I'm happy fer ya."
"What?!" Dwalin and Thorin looked over to see Bofur hushing his cousin who was looking straight at the king. Thorin took a deep breath, and Dwalin chuckled at him. Bofur calmed his cousin for a moment, and then after a small hug, he turned and started walking toward the ladder. Dwalin noticed, and gave Thorin a small nod, and disappeared into the shadows.
Thorin waited for Bofur to get to him before heading up the ladder, but just before Bofur made it, he heard Ori's voice. It was soft, but Thorin was still able to make out the words: "Master Dwalin, there you are!" He sounded excited, but then his next words seemed corrected and hushed. "I was... um... wondering." Bofur made it to the king just as he was smiling in that knowing way, wondering when his oldest friend would admit his affection for the young scribe. Perhaps he would have to bring it up as boldly as Dwalin had.
"What are you smiling at?" Bofur asked, breaking Thorin from the scene he was hearing.
"Nothing." He said, and motioned for the toymaker to go up the ladder. Bofur smirked at him, and headed up. Thorin glanced at the company. Everyone had curled back into their bedrolls, and no one was paying him any attention, until his eyes made it Bombur, who was settling in beside his cousin, watching the king closely. It wasn't an angry look, but the concern was clear. Before lying completely down, he gave the king as shrug. Thorin gave him his own sympathetic shrug and followed Bofur up to the loft.
Bofur was already lying on the hay, breathing softly, with his hands clasped on his chest. He looked up at Thorin, as he sat down beside him. "I'm sorry about that." Bofur said, looking down, slightly embarrassed.
"There's nothing to apologize for." Thorin reached out and caressed his face gently. "But you shouldn't run at him when he's like that. You could get hurt."
"He's my cousin, Thorin." Bofur sat up and looked at the king with sincereity in his brown eyes. "I'll always run to him when he's like that. He can't protect or control himself. That's why Bombur and I have to be there for him."
Thorin couldn't help but lean in and steal a small kiss before responding: "You're selfless. I love that about you, but I won't see you hurt."
"Bifur won't hurt me."
"Not on purpose."
Bofur looked down, knowing that Thorin was right. He took a deep breath, and the king realized he had struck a nerve. He moved closer, so that their hips were touching, and pulled him close with his left arm. Bofur rested his head on the king's shoulder, and sighed again. "I know you're right." He said, defeated. "But if we're not there for him, he'll have no one."
"I know." Thorin kissed his head.
Bofur hummed in approval, and wrapped his arms around the king's waist. They stayed there, holding each other in a comfortable silence for a moment. Then, Thorin started moving his hand slowly up and down Bofur's side, which earned him another satisfied hum. He started slowly gripping at his coat, tugging here and there.
Bofur chuckled: "If you want me to take my coat off you could just ask."
Thorin gave a laugh of his own, and moved until he was right in front of him. "Or I could do it for you." He dipped down and pressed their lips together as he pushed his coat off his shoulders. Bofur giggled into his kiss, and fell onto his back, causing Thorin to loose his balance a bit. He managed to keep the kiss going, and just moved in between the toymaker's legs. Bofur was the one to break the kiss, looking down and taking a breath. Thorin kissed his forehead, and slowly pushed his hat off his head.
"Can I ask you something?" Bofur said, pushing Thorin's coat off, and tossing it to the side.
"Anything." Thorin said, kissing his temple and cheek.
"How many people have you slept with?"
Thorin lifted up on his hands, which rested on each side of Bofur's head, his hair cascading down around their faces. He gave him a look that was thoughtful, and a bit apprehensive, but then he answered calmly: "Two men, and one woman." Bofur nodded. He wasn't sure why he asked that. He just wanted to know him. Everything about him. Even though he knew Thorin never would, he would sit and listen to him talk about himself for hours. "I know I'm not very experienced..."
"Please..." Bofur waved his hand, "I could care less how 'experienced' you are. I just want to know you better. Besides..." He leaned up and placed a deep kiss on his lips, making sure their tongues slid against each other roughly, before pulling away quickly, leaving the king wanting more. "I think you did just fine last time."
Thorin smiled and kissed him with a new passion. Bofur's hands slid under the king's tunic, and chain-mail shirt, eager to get them off of him. Thorin noticed his haste, and lifted up, and stripped his torso of everything. The toymaker felt his breath still as his dark hair fell back down around his shoulders and chest. He reached up quickly, and pulled him back down by his shoulders, but instead of kissing him, as Thorin expected, Bofur flipped them over expertly, straddling his hips perfectly. Bofur laughed at the surprised look on his face, and kissed him sweetly. It reminded the king of how he slid down the ladder with a skill that seemed to come from nowhere.
"Where did you learn that?"
"Bifur is my cousin." He said, smiling, tucking his coat under Thorin's head, making it into a makeshift pillow. "He taught me enough to take care of myself."
"I'm glad." Thorin said, running his hands up and down Bofur's back.
"I flipped you pretty easily, anyway." Bofur winked at him.
"Is that a challenge?"
"Not at all." He leaned down, and started kissing his neck, and collarbone. "I know how to pick my battles."
"You'd win." Thorin admitted, tilting his head back to open himself to the toymaker's kisses.
Bofur chuckled, and started moving his kisses down the top of his chest. "We both know you'd best me if you wanted to."
"Never." Thorin said, closing his eyes, giving himself in to the touch of his lover.
"Never?" Bofur encouraged, loving the way his voice sounded covered in ecstasy, moving further down, teasing one of his nipples with his tongue. Thorin took in a deep breath, gripping his shoulders. He didn't answer at first, closing his eyes, but then Bofur backed up, causing the king to groan in disapproval. "I'm sorry, did I distract you?"
Thorin let out an exasperated laugh. "You're toying with me."
Bofur kissed lower and lower, now playing at the line of his trousers. "Perhaps." He said in a playful tone, kissing from one side of hips to the other. "Who would rush being in bed with the King Under the Mountain?" He nibbled at his right hip bone, a bit harshly, making him jump, and grip the toymaker's shoulders tightly.
"Bofur, please..."
"How the tables turn." Bofur found himself feeling very cheeky, and brave, hovering over the king, listening to the way his breath was becoming labored, and loving the way his hands were starting to move through his hair, and over his back. He found this the perfect time to lift up, abandoning the king completely, and stripped his torso. He made sure to go very slow, watching the way Thorin was trying to be patient.
"You're doing this on purpose." Thorin said, crossing his arms over his chest, but lifting his eyebrows, and smirking at him. Bofur laughed, and leaned back down, letting the king wrap his arms around him. He turned his head, and rested it on the king's chest. He pressed his hips down, rubbing against his erection. Thorin gripped his hair hard enough to make the toymaker gasp. "I'm sorry." He said, and let go of his hair, but he lifted his hips up to meet the way Bofur pushed down on him.
"You're so rushed." Bofur said, kissing his neck again.
Thorin's hands started to move now, hooking in the top of the toymaker's pants, and pushing them down. Bofur smirked, and pushed them the rest of the way down, kicking his boots off. Thorin immediately gripped Bofur's fully hard cock roughly. He fell back onto the king's chest, gasping. Thorin was relentless, and starting pumping his hand quickly. He lifted up on his feet, not letting up with his hand, and pushed his own trousers down as far as he could, leaving them around his ankles, not having the patience to kick his own boots off.
He released his lover's straining hard on, and pulled him down into a fiery kiss. He tucked his hands under his thighs and pulled him up higher giving him easy access to his whole body. He reached around him, without warning, pushed one finger into him. Bofur tried to lift up, but Thorin held him down, and deepened the kiss. As soon as the toymaker started breathing normally again, Thorin pressed in a second finger. The toymaker managed to lift up onto his hands that were rested on his lover's chest. He made sure to keep his backside lifted at bit, giving the king enough room to move his hand back and forth.
"Thorin..! Please."
"How the tables turn." The king mocked softly, placing small, innocent kisses on his cheek, and jaw, and gripped his hip with his left hand as his right worked the toymaker open. He place his free hand in the back of his head and pulled him into a warm kiss as he pushed a third finger in. He'd rushed it a bit, and Bofur cried out, gripping the king's shoulders tightly. Thorin stopped moving his hand, but held him down on his fingers. After a moment of slow breathing, and tightly holding on to his lover, Bofur finally looked up, and placed a sweet kiss on his lips.
"It's ok." He said shakily, "Take me."
Thorin pulled his fingers out, and gently coaxed the toymaker lower. He guided his now throbbing cock with one hand, while the other gripped Bofur's hair. He kissed him again as he lifted his hips slowly, pushing in ever so slightly. Bofur moaned into the kiss and worked himself back, trying to hold in the pain that shot through him. They made it about halfway, when he shot up onto his hands, biting his lip.
"Wait..." He said.
Thorin froze instantly, except for his hands which slowly slid down his body until he reached under his thighs, and gave him support. Bofur took a few breaths and let the intense feeling subside before lifting up fully, and slowly sinking himself down the rest of the way. Thorin had to bite his lip roughly to keep from moaning. Bofur almost collapsed onto him, trying to hold in his own sounds.
The king moved his hands to his lover's hips, and held them fimly, but not rough. After a moment, Bofur started to rock back and forth ever so slightly, and Thorin took the cue. He placed his boots flat on the floor, and started moving very gently. Bofur clung to him, and bit his shoulder, which caused a soft moan to escape from the king but he caught it halfway through, and pressed his lips together turning it into a hum.
Bofur lifted, moving with Thorin, making a rhythm that made him close his eyes. Thorin placed one hand on his face, causing him to open them again. "Please look at me..." Thorin almost begged and Bofur felt such a surge of emotion he could have burst into tears. He kissed him so quickly, Thorin did moan, but it was muffled by Bofur's lips. The king picked up the pace, sending waves of passion flowing through his lover.
Bofur tried to look at him, but all the passion and lust overwhelmed him, and he buried his face into the king's neck, moaning softly, letting his hands get tangled in that amazing mane of hair. Thorin's hands gripped his hip tightly, and he pushed particularly hard, making sure to kiss the side of his head as the toymaker's hands tightened. Bofur closed his eyes tightly. He wanted to cry out. He wanted to yell his name, and he had to remind himself to care about the company sleeping below. He lifted suddenly, not sure what to do with himself.
"It's alright." Thorin said, keeping one hand firmly on his hip, and the other stroked him face. Bofur was still amazed by how well the king read him. The pace slowed and before he knew it, Bofur was the only one moving. Thorin's hands fell and he gripped at the wooden floor below him. Bofur started to slow, wondering why his lover had stopped, but the king's hands shot back to his hips and started moving him again. "Don't stop.. " Thorin begged.
Bofur listened, and placed his hands on the king's muscular chest for support. He started moving even faster, loving the way Thorin arched and bit his lip. He found the perfect angle that sent shock waves through every part of him, and started to drop down even harder, almost bouncing on his large cock. Thorin let out a moan that was loud enough for the toymaker to drop down and kiss him hurriedly.
Thorin broke it quickly, gripping the sides of his head, tugging at his hair. "You're going to..." His head fell back harshly as he cursed in Khuzdul and Bofur was thankful he'd placed his coat there. Bofur placed his hands on Thorin's shoulders, and moved faster, and harder. The king's hands tightened so much, Bofur had to groan, but he quickly caught himself. He moved one of his hands and grabbed his neglected cock. Thorin acted quickly, moving his lover's hand back to his shoulder, and grabbed his cock, and started pumping furiously.
"Ah..! Thorin..." The toymaker gripped his king's shoulders hard and kept up his pace. He felt his chest growing hot, and he knew he wouldn't last long if they didn't slow down. Thorin started moving with him, and Bofur had to grab Thorin's hand around his cock, and made him stop, but he refused to release it. "Please.." He said, still bouncing, and closing his eyes again, "I can't.. keep going.. if you do that."
"That's ok." Thorin said, starting up with his hand again, "Give it to me."
"But.. Thorin..."
"Hush." The king started pushing into him with the same rough pace as before, stroking his lover's cock with a vigor that made Bofur start shaking. He felt the emotion rising up in him, and he leaned back, placing his hands on Thorin's thighs, opening himself up with everything his king was doing to him. He had to think very carefully about holding in his moans, but his head was swimming, and small sounds were coming from his lips as Thorin slowed his pace, but pushed in even harder, nearly bucking him off with every thrust.
"Thorin... please." He fell down, kissing him with a passion he didn't think he could feel. "I ... love you."
"I love you, Bofur." He tightened his grip, and quickened his pace, begging him to spill for him. "Come on." He mewled. "Give it to me."
Bofur pressed his lips to Thorin's letting the moan fall out of his as he release into his lover's hand. The king made sure to stroke him to completion before gripping his his hips tightly, and moved him up and down on his cock at his own pace. Bofur was almost limp in his hands, and let his king use him. He grunted loudly, and shoved Bofur down onto him harder with each thrust. He held his breath as he started falling over the edge, closing his eyes. Bofur reached down quickly, and grabbed the sides of his face. "Look at me, please."
Thorin's eyes shot open, and there was a fire in them. He slowly stopped moving, out of breath, and pulled the toymaker down onto his chest. They lingered for a moment, trying to catch their breath. Finally, Bofur rolled off of him. He had intention to get up, and grab the handkerchief he knew he had in his coat, but his legs refused to function, and all he was able to do was sit up. He reached over and tugged on his coat under the king's head. Thorin lifted, allowing Bofur to pull it free. He found the cloth easily, and cleaned himself off, and then handed it to Thorin, before placing the coat back under his lover's head.
Thorin chuckled: "I don't need that, you know."
"I'm sure it's more comfortable than the wood."
"And what about you?"
Bofur just laughed, and waved him off. He grabbed his clothes, and dressed lazily. Thorin pulled on his pants, but nothing more, and got comfortable on the hay, watching his over as he stood.
"Where are you going?" He asked, resting his head in his hand, and propping himself up on his elbow.
"Just to to get my pack, and bedroll." He placed his hat on his head, and shifted it a bit, even though he ended up leaving it in the same position it started in.
Thorin nodded and watched until he disappeared down the ladder. He sighed and looked up at the high ceiling. He was still buzzing from what had just occurred, and he now himself anticipating the toymaker's return, even though he had only been gone a moment. He wondered about what Dwalin had said.
'Are ya sure now is the right time fer that?'
He found himself agreeing with his old friend. Now was actually a very bad time to begin a relationship. The quest was of the highest importance. If he wanted anything to offer Bofur, it had to succeed. If he wanted it to succeed, he had to be focused, and he found all he could think of was a light-hearted toymaker who had swooped in and stolen his heart with one smile. He sighed deeply, and turned his head, taking in the scent of the coat under his head. He found himself with no care for the circumstances. He loved him. He wasn't afriad of how he felt, and he believed Bofur when he said he returned his affections. He could see it in his eyes. He figured the only thing that could come of it would be getting ahead of himself, and being overprotective, and he saw nothing wrong with that.
He heard Bofur climb the ladder, and he watched him emerge, carrying his large pack, and bedroll on his back. He smiled down at his lover, and started unrolling his bed beside him. He then looked over and gave the a confused look. "Where is your bedroll anyway?"
"I didn't bring one."
"What?"
"I have a blanket, but not a roll. I didn't figure I would be sleeping enough to need one."
Bofur shook his head. "You're ridiculous."
"Am I?"
The toymaker nodded, and unwrapped the part of the roll that was meant to be the blanket, making it much larger. He motioned for Thorin to move onto it, and he did so, moving his makeshift pillow with him. "Where is your blanket?" He asked softly. Thorin had to think for a moment, and finally remembered that it was attached to the top of his own pack, which was by the front door. He stood before answering him, and Bofur watched him closely. He didn't say anything, and started down the ladder. He heard Bofur chuckle as his head ducked below the wood.
Bofur shook his head. He was captivated by the way Thorin interacted with him. He said so much with so little words, and Bofur found himself more than content with his looks and nods. Bofur had always found himself a talkative dwarf, and always said that he preferred that in a partner or friend. He had to laugh. Now, he'd found himself smitten with the most quiet dwarf he'd ever met. He fixed the corners of the bedroll, throwing away a few rebel pieces of hay off of it.
Thorin returned quickly, carrying a thick blue blanket. Bofur couldn't believe he'd never noticed it on the top of his bag. The king unfolded it, and spread it out with a flick of his wrists. Bofur stood, and Thorin draped it over the bedroll. It fit oddly well. Bofur smiled, satisfied, and quickly made his way under it. Thorin watched him with a grin, especially when he noticed how he left his coat folded perfectly on the side of his head, a waiting pillow.
The king walked over and climbed into their half-hearted bed. He rested his head on the toymaker's coat, and instantly pulled Bofur close, slipping his arm under his head, giving him his own head support. Bofur looked up at him, and placed a small kiss on his lips: "You need to get some rest." He said quietly.
Thorin smiled, and kissed his forehead. "I know."
Bofur seemed content with his request, and snuggled back into the king's chest. Thorin closed his eyes, and tightened his grip on his consort, and had to smile as he remembered their new titles. Then Bofur spoke again, his voice was even lower, and Thorin could hear the sleep coming over him: "I love you..."
"I love you." He pulled him close to his chest, and sighed deeply, and even though it wasn't the most comfortable sleeping arrangements he'd ever had, he didn't think he would trade it for anything else.