Fan Fiction: The Hobbit (PG)
Title: Durinson's Coffee
Pairing/Characters: Ori, Fíli, Dwalin, Thorin; Ori/Dwalin
Rating: PG
Fandom: The Hobbit
Word Count: 1,220
Spoilers: Not really.
Summary: Ori visits Dwalin.
Notes/Warnings: Continuation of the coffee shop!au. The boys argued about what happened in the last scene. Guess which of them won? No beta.
Durinson's Coffee
Just as he promised, Ori visited Dwalin after work. Fíli answered the door, grinning. "Hey, Ori."
"Hi, Fíli." He smiled shyly as he stepped past the other young man. "How are you?"
Fíli closed the door behind him and led him from the entryway into another room that turned out to be the sitting room. "I'm fine. Just visiting Uncle Dwalin."
"H'lo." Dwalin waved from the sofa where he'd clearly ensconced himself for the day. "My brother seems to think that I can't be trusted to take proper care of myself without supervision."
Fíli rolled his eyes. "You'd be the same way if it was Uncle Balin."
"It was the same with me, too," Ori added quietly, fidgeting with the strap of his bag. "Between you and my brothers, I was never left alone."
Dwalin looked sheepish. "All right, you got me there. I just don't like the feeling that I can't take care of myself."
"You did such a good job taking care of me." Ori crossed the room to sit beside him, stroking his bare scalp. "At least let me do the same for you?"
He huffed out a sigh and let his head drop onto Ori's thigh. "As if I can really deny you anything."
"Great! I'll be going now." Fíli's voice startled Ori into a blush. He'd forgotten about him!
Ori would have stood up then, but Dwalin freed an arm from his blankets and wrapped it around his waist. "You don't have to go, you know."
"Trust me, it'll be better for all of us if I go." Fíli winked. "You two just enjoy your time together and we'll all talk some other time."
He nodded, his hand coming to rest on Dwalin's shoulder. "Thanks, Fíli. Drive safely."
"Always." Waving cheerfully, he let himself out.
Ori looked down at Dwalin, who looked supremely comfortable. "Um, Dwalin?"
"What?" The word came out as more of a grunt.
He sighed. "I have to go to the bathroom and I'd be more comfortable if I could take my bag off."
"Fine." Dwalin shifted so Ori could get up and he took the opportunity to kiss him softly.
That did the trick, for Dwalin was smiling when Ori stood up. "I won't be long."
"Mm." Dwalin laid back down as Ori set his bag on the table near the sofa. When he emerged from the bathroom, it looked like Dwalin had fallen asleep, so Ori picked up his bag and started to settle into a nearby chair. "What're you doing way over there?"
He jumped and smiled sheepishly. "I didn't want to disturb you."
"I missed you." Dwalin's simple statement made Ori's heart flutter in his chest.
Smiling, he settled down on the sofa beside Dwalin and opened his laptop. It took only a few adjustments for them to find a position that was comfortable for both of them. Dwalin soon dropped off to sleep and Ori worked on his laptop.
* * *
Dwalin spent most of the next few days sleeping for shorter and shorter periods. Ori visited every day after work. The day before Dwalin went back to work, he answered the door when Ori rang the bell. "Hi, Ori."
"Hi to you, too." Ori smiled brightly, stretching up to kiss Dwalin's cheek as he stepped past him into the house.
Dwalin caught Ori's arm as he closed the door behind him, drawing him close for a proper kiss. Ori sighed and slid his arms around Dwalin's waist. When he licked at Ori's lips, the lad gave a moan and parted them. Making a soft, pleased sound, Dwalin accepted the implicit invitation, tasting Ori's mouth eagerly. He grumbled into the kiss when his hands tangled in Ori's laptop bag. "First time that's happened to me."
"Sorry." His cheeks flushed, Ori removed his bag from his shoulder.
Dwalin took it from him and carried it into the sitting room. "No apologies necessary."
He set it on the table and turned to find Ori close behind him, a playful smile on his face. "How did that go again?"
"I'm sure you can remember." Dwalin rested his hands on Ori's slender hips, thumbs slipping up under his regular shirt and under shirt to caress his soft skin.
Still smiling, Ori rested his hands on Dwalin's chest and guided him until the backs of his legs hit the sofa. Then he gave a firm push that he could have resisted easily. He went along with it, though, and sat back on the sofa. Ori followed him down, bracketing Dwalin's thighs with his knees. His hands still on Dwalin's chest, Ori leaned in to press kisses along his neck and jawline. Tilting his head back to give Ori better access, Dwalin trailed his fingers along the outside seam of Ori's jeans. "Mmm, this isn't ringing a bell."
"Sure ringing my bell," Dwalin murmured, sliding his hands up to cup Ori's ass.
He must have surprised Ori, because he nipped the spot he'd been kissing a moment before. Dwalin didn't quite stifle a moan as the sensation sent a bolt of pleasure down to his cock. Ori hummed thoughtfully and bit the same spot, a little harder this time. Dwalin groaned, his grip on Ori's ass tightening. Ori straightened up, a speculative gleam in his eyes. "That's worth investigating further."
"Later." He all but growled the words, freeing one hand to cup the back of Ori's neck and drag him down for another kiss, hot and hungry.
Ori's hands fisted in his shirt as he responded with matched heat, his tongue eagerly caressing Dwalin's. The kiss ended abruptly when Thorin asked, "Are you sure you should be doing that so soon after being ill?"
Ori gasped and snapped his head around to stare at Thorin, who stood in the doorway to the kitchen, an amused smirk on his face. Dwalin glared at his friend and flipped him off. "Don't you have somewhere to be right now?"
"Not especially." Thorin made a show of leaning against the doorjamb.
When Ori started to pull away, Dwalin reluctantly let him go. Luckily, he only shifted to sit beside Dwalin on the sofa instead of on top of him. He glanced at Dwalin as he fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. "You didn't tell me you had company."
"He's had company every day since he got ill, why should today be any different?" Thorin asked mildly, blue eyes bright with amusement and teasing.
Still glowering, Dwalin told him, "Because I'm fully recovered now. I don't need a baby-sitter."
"Not baby-sitting." Thorin folded his arms across his chest. "Supervising."
He shot to his feet and wavered once he got there, his head suddenly spinning. Ori stood up and wrapped an arm around his waist to steady him. "Dwalin!"
"'M fine." Even as he said, he slid an arm around Ori's shoulders to help keep him steady.
Thorin looked skeptical. "I can see that. Perhaps I should stay and chaperone you two."
"We're perfectly capable of resisting temptation without supervision," Ori told him stiffly. Both Dwalin and Thorin stared at him for it. The lad rarely spoke to any of them that way except Dori and Nori. "Don't let us keep you from your errands."
Dwalin hid a smirk in Ori's hair as Thorin nodded. "Very well."
End
Pairing/Characters: Ori, Fíli, Dwalin, Thorin; Ori/Dwalin
Rating: PG
Fandom: The Hobbit
Word Count: 1,220
Spoilers: Not really.
Summary: Ori visits Dwalin.
Notes/Warnings: Continuation of the coffee shop!au. The boys argued about what happened in the last scene. Guess which of them won? No beta.
Durinson's Coffee
Just as he promised, Ori visited Dwalin after work. Fíli answered the door, grinning. "Hey, Ori."
"Hi, Fíli." He smiled shyly as he stepped past the other young man. "How are you?"
Fíli closed the door behind him and led him from the entryway into another room that turned out to be the sitting room. "I'm fine. Just visiting Uncle Dwalin."
"H'lo." Dwalin waved from the sofa where he'd clearly ensconced himself for the day. "My brother seems to think that I can't be trusted to take proper care of myself without supervision."
Fíli rolled his eyes. "You'd be the same way if it was Uncle Balin."
"It was the same with me, too," Ori added quietly, fidgeting with the strap of his bag. "Between you and my brothers, I was never left alone."
Dwalin looked sheepish. "All right, you got me there. I just don't like the feeling that I can't take care of myself."
"You did such a good job taking care of me." Ori crossed the room to sit beside him, stroking his bare scalp. "At least let me do the same for you?"
He huffed out a sigh and let his head drop onto Ori's thigh. "As if I can really deny you anything."
"Great! I'll be going now." Fíli's voice startled Ori into a blush. He'd forgotten about him!
Ori would have stood up then, but Dwalin freed an arm from his blankets and wrapped it around his waist. "You don't have to go, you know."
"Trust me, it'll be better for all of us if I go." Fíli winked. "You two just enjoy your time together and we'll all talk some other time."
He nodded, his hand coming to rest on Dwalin's shoulder. "Thanks, Fíli. Drive safely."
"Always." Waving cheerfully, he let himself out.
Ori looked down at Dwalin, who looked supremely comfortable. "Um, Dwalin?"
"What?" The word came out as more of a grunt.
He sighed. "I have to go to the bathroom and I'd be more comfortable if I could take my bag off."
"Fine." Dwalin shifted so Ori could get up and he took the opportunity to kiss him softly.
That did the trick, for Dwalin was smiling when Ori stood up. "I won't be long."
"Mm." Dwalin laid back down as Ori set his bag on the table near the sofa. When he emerged from the bathroom, it looked like Dwalin had fallen asleep, so Ori picked up his bag and started to settle into a nearby chair. "What're you doing way over there?"
He jumped and smiled sheepishly. "I didn't want to disturb you."
"I missed you." Dwalin's simple statement made Ori's heart flutter in his chest.
Smiling, he settled down on the sofa beside Dwalin and opened his laptop. It took only a few adjustments for them to find a position that was comfortable for both of them. Dwalin soon dropped off to sleep and Ori worked on his laptop.
* * *
Dwalin spent most of the next few days sleeping for shorter and shorter periods. Ori visited every day after work. The day before Dwalin went back to work, he answered the door when Ori rang the bell. "Hi, Ori."
"Hi to you, too." Ori smiled brightly, stretching up to kiss Dwalin's cheek as he stepped past him into the house.
Dwalin caught Ori's arm as he closed the door behind him, drawing him close for a proper kiss. Ori sighed and slid his arms around Dwalin's waist. When he licked at Ori's lips, the lad gave a moan and parted them. Making a soft, pleased sound, Dwalin accepted the implicit invitation, tasting Ori's mouth eagerly. He grumbled into the kiss when his hands tangled in Ori's laptop bag. "First time that's happened to me."
"Sorry." His cheeks flushed, Ori removed his bag from his shoulder.
Dwalin took it from him and carried it into the sitting room. "No apologies necessary."
He set it on the table and turned to find Ori close behind him, a playful smile on his face. "How did that go again?"
"I'm sure you can remember." Dwalin rested his hands on Ori's slender hips, thumbs slipping up under his regular shirt and under shirt to caress his soft skin.
Still smiling, Ori rested his hands on Dwalin's chest and guided him until the backs of his legs hit the sofa. Then he gave a firm push that he could have resisted easily. He went along with it, though, and sat back on the sofa. Ori followed him down, bracketing Dwalin's thighs with his knees. His hands still on Dwalin's chest, Ori leaned in to press kisses along his neck and jawline. Tilting his head back to give Ori better access, Dwalin trailed his fingers along the outside seam of Ori's jeans. "Mmm, this isn't ringing a bell."
"Sure ringing my bell," Dwalin murmured, sliding his hands up to cup Ori's ass.
He must have surprised Ori, because he nipped the spot he'd been kissing a moment before. Dwalin didn't quite stifle a moan as the sensation sent a bolt of pleasure down to his cock. Ori hummed thoughtfully and bit the same spot, a little harder this time. Dwalin groaned, his grip on Ori's ass tightening. Ori straightened up, a speculative gleam in his eyes. "That's worth investigating further."
"Later." He all but growled the words, freeing one hand to cup the back of Ori's neck and drag him down for another kiss, hot and hungry.
Ori's hands fisted in his shirt as he responded with matched heat, his tongue eagerly caressing Dwalin's. The kiss ended abruptly when Thorin asked, "Are you sure you should be doing that so soon after being ill?"
Ori gasped and snapped his head around to stare at Thorin, who stood in the doorway to the kitchen, an amused smirk on his face. Dwalin glared at his friend and flipped him off. "Don't you have somewhere to be right now?"
"Not especially." Thorin made a show of leaning against the doorjamb.
When Ori started to pull away, Dwalin reluctantly let him go. Luckily, he only shifted to sit beside Dwalin on the sofa instead of on top of him. He glanced at Dwalin as he fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. "You didn't tell me you had company."
"He's had company every day since he got ill, why should today be any different?" Thorin asked mildly, blue eyes bright with amusement and teasing.
Still glowering, Dwalin told him, "Because I'm fully recovered now. I don't need a baby-sitter."
"Not baby-sitting." Thorin folded his arms across his chest. "Supervising."
He shot to his feet and wavered once he got there, his head suddenly spinning. Ori stood up and wrapped an arm around his waist to steady him. "Dwalin!"
"'M fine." Even as he said, he slid an arm around Ori's shoulders to help keep him steady.
Thorin looked skeptical. "I can see that. Perhaps I should stay and chaperone you two."
"We're perfectly capable of resisting temptation without supervision," Ori told him stiffly. Both Dwalin and Thorin stared at him for it. The lad rarely spoke to any of them that way except Dori and Nori. "Don't let us keep you from your errands."
Dwalin hid a smirk in Ori's hair as Thorin nodded. "Very well."
End