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┆10:23pm┆
For most of his literature career, Bilbo Baggins had managed to dodge the overwhelming and noisy parties that took place in the hallways of the building across the street. Unfortunately for him, his friend Ori, a charming boy with big brown eyes and copper-colored hair, decided that they should have fun before the final exam.
―This is absurd― he exclaimed with some annoyance while looking at himself in the bathroom mirror― we've never been to a party, and now you decide to take part in one..
She complained with a grimace, her golden curls were very well-kept, highlighting her green eyes in a quite pleasing way. She adjusted her muted green vest while her cream-colored shirt stood out against her slightly loose black pants. She looked almost adorable.
―Please Bilbo, we've both been studying for weeks for this exam.. it doesn't make sense not to enjoy a good night- He said with a smile too big for Bilbo's liking- And who knows.. maybe we'll find some handsome guys.
Ori was dressed in a large, wine-red knit sweater that made his well-groomed hair stand out. He had exclaimed the last thing with a flirty smile and a dangerous glint in his usually innocent eyes. He was also wearing black pants and kept rubbing his hands, uncomfortable for not wearing gloves.
Bilbo only managed to sigh for the eighth time in 5 minutes, yet he still managed to grin at his faithful friend. They had met in the second semester and quickly got along, even threatening an old man with a strangely gray appearance in order to be roommates for the rest of college. It wasn’t easy though, both had their differences, but they had managed to form a very good friendship. Bilbo discovered his bisexuality when Ori invited him to a gay bar because he had a blind date and didn’t want to go alone. Neither of them ended up leaving with a guy, but they were too drunk and giggly to care.
The party would start in a few minutes, but the walk to the other apartment complex was somewhat far if you planned to go on foot. Coming out of the bathroom, Ori focused on checking that everything in his bag was in place: cellphone, charger, mint, a small squeezable toy for anxiety, a bottle with a viscous liquid inside, and 3 condoms.
Bilbo, who was checking his own pockets to see if he had his phone, raised an eyebrow as he looked at the last two items in his friend's leather bag. He let out a small huff at Ori's laughter.
―I bet you a dessert at Bombur's café that you won’t be using that tonight- the shorter of the two challenged as he approached the counter to get the keys -though I’m glad you’re hopeful about having… what do you call it?
―A night of passion,- hummed the other in a sweet voice, slightly blushing at the mental image. -At least have some faith in me.
The one with curls rolled his eyes while signaling his friend to leave, grabbing a warm jacket in the process because of the cold outside air.
┆10:46┆
―How much longer?― he asked for the eighth time while rubbing his hands from the cold.
―Ori, I already told you 4 minutes ago that we have about 10 left, if we’re lucky.
┆10:54┆
―Are we there yet?‒ He asked, straining his ears; faint music could be heard.
―Ask me that again and I swear I'll turn around‒ he threatened, fed up with his friend's impatience.
Ori just pouted like a child; possibly the longest walk they had ever taken in their lives was from the school dorm to the cafeteria around the corner.
┆11:48┆
It definitely wasn’t their scene. Bilbo and Ori had gone out drinking before, yes, but to much more civilized pubs than noisy bars with a strange smell. Right now they were squished into a corner, on a couch too small for two normal people but perfect for them thanks to their size.
They both had a half-full plastic cup of beer and watched the people around them with disinterest. It was obvious that, being one of the last parties, most of the people knew each other and were talking in small groups that made socializing difficult. They had barely arrived about an hour ago, and their mood quickly sank.
Ori sighed as he slouched, resting his elbows on his knees with his eyes slightly dimmed. Clearly, this was not what he expected from a college party.
―Not even the guys here look…
He didn’t finish the sentence; his eyes roamed the place hoping to find someone who caught his attention. Most of the guys seemed to be with their partners, possibly from the same university. There was a redhead with untamed hair making eyes at a woman across the room, a guy with a hat way too strange for his taste and the worst mustache ever seen (according to Bilbo) hopping from one social circle to another with two glasses in hand, drinking alternately from both.
―The guy with the hat looks nice…
Ori tried to regain his lost spirits; a glance at his friend made him grimace. Bilbo had his nose wrinkled as he always did when displeased, possibly because of the bad cologne and extremely sweet perfume of one of the groups that passed by, led by a tall blonde who walked with too much elegance in that department.
―Okay, we’ll stay for another hour, and if nothing improves, we’re leaving― said the shorter one in a tone too sharp for his appearance, downing the rest of his beer in one go and going to get a stronger drink.
┆12:35┆
The lights had dimmed slightly, and the atmosphere was much livelier than before. People started to break away from their groups and tried to dance in the open area of the place; some were already mumbling incoherent things, and the music had become quieter after someone shouted that they couldn’t even hear their thoughts (possibly someone with curls who was in a bad mood).
However, as the drinks arrived, the two boys were much more relaxed than before, beginning to talk to each other and some of the people who approached to meet them. When the rumor about two new people spread, most of the crowd started to take an interest in the appearance of two such cute and neat boys. Bilbo had started to smile more, and Ori was having a very pleasant conversation with a much older man who was there to make sure the boys didn’t get carried away at the party. He was possibly the librarian due to his knowledge of literature.
The boys' spirits had improved quite a bit, nonetheless. They simply stayed in their surprisingly comfortable armchair, getting up only occasionally to fetch drinks. Bilbo had taken off his jacket some time ago, and in a daring move, he unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt, revealing his pale collarbone and some freckles. Ori rolled up his sweater sleeves while gesturing with his hands to a small group of drunkards who had appeared at the mention of a story about a dragon that ruled a mountain and destroyed a kingdom. Sounds of admiration and muttering were heard about some brave souls who claimed they could easily defeat it; everything felt much more comfortable.
―Then, the great red dragon spewed a fireball that melted part of the gold and the pillars of the place—his eyes sparkled with excitement as he narrated very well everything he remembered from that book he had read.
Bilbo was momentarily distracted from his conversation with the boy in the strange hat, only to quickly glance at Ori’s small audience. He smiled sincerely upon seeing so many men and women captivated by his friend’s voice, but he smiled even more when he noticed that no one seemed to be the type the boy was looking for… he would definitely win that bet.
―The crownless king wandered through the lands while… while…- when he looked up, his brown eyes, shining with emotion, met a piercing, and… attractive, blue among the crowd. A burly man with a shaved head and a growing beard stood with his arms crossed not far away, clearly listening but not showing complete interest.
―While what?! Speak, handsome boy- a voice pulled him out of his daydream at the sight of the bare forearms. Turning his head, he saw a dark-haired man who clearly looked drunk. He could hear someone snorting in the distance but couldn’t tell if it was the bald man or the tall blond.
Before he could blush at the nickname, the aforementioned blond approached to move the dark-haired man aside, locking his gray eyes on Ori before dramatically turning his head to show off his beautiful blond hair.
―Bard, you've already had too much to drink- he growled while moving away from the crowd with a frown.
When he turned his gaze, Ori could no longer find those pretty eyes. But he felt that somewhere, they were fixed on him. Meanwhile, Bilbo, unaware of the situation, was talking with Bofur (he had just learned his name), discussing the best ways to cook rabbit when the strange feeling of being stared at made him turn his face.
There, sitting in a leather armchair and with the appearance of a God, a man with long, straight black hair and a neatly trimmed beard was posing majestically. The air left his lungs when he saw that icy, deep blue gaze fixed on him; he quickly turned his gaze away, feeling his cheeks burn from being caught looking at him. Out of the corner of their eyes, both friends looked at each other at the same time. That single look and a nod were enough for them to stand up in perfect synchrony under the pretext of getting some air and move toward the balcony. Bilbo felt a shiver as he passed by the man, while Ori tried not to look back.
┆11:40┆
―Thorin, come on, man, it won’t be that bad this time― he tried to convince his friend while smoothing out his shirt.
The other just growled in reproach as he finished combing his mane. The last time they went out to a party a few months ago, Dwalin had gotten two guys to slap them for alleged indecent behavior, of course, provoked by a Dwalin who was too drunk to notice that he had grabbed their butt as he passed by. Possibly the worst part of that time was losing a cute guy he had been flirting with all night. He has always had a weakness for the shorter ones with pretty curls. He couldn’t continue lamenting since he felt a hit to his head.
―Oh, come on! I said I was sorry... besides, I assure you’ll find someone even cuter today― he said with a smile while raising his eyebrows suggestively, earning a hit from the shoe that he had thrown first.
They really weren't going just for the guys; they had a wide social circle, being practically extroverted and having gone to several parties during their business career. But the stress of the last weeks of class made them crave a good fuck… damn! A kiss was enough for them.
―I'm getting dressed, stop crying.- he rolled his eyes for the ninth time in 3 minutes.
Thorin was wearing a dark blue long-sleeved shirt, open at the top showing part of his hairy chest. The fine gold chain rested gently on his collarbone. He smoothed out his black dress pants and made sure to wear the only expensive watch he had. It wasn't too formal, but hopefully it would catch some attention.
Dwalin on the other hand, wore a black long-sleeved shirt rolled up to leave his strong tattooed forearms exposed, his beard was bushy but slightly unkempt from stress. She also had the first loose buttons revealing her chest much more than Thorin. His black pants highlighted his figure very well adorned with a leather belt that had small metallic skulls along the length. He did not wear a watch but he did wear multiple rings that made his hands stand out.
Both liked to attract attention in their own way. They took their best cologne while they did not stop looking at themselves in the mirrors, it had been a good few months since they appeared at parties and this would be the last one they would go to.
―Ready?- asked Thorin as he reached for his keys and phone.
Dwalin quickly opened a drawer in the bathroom and showed Thorin a condom with a big smile.
―I don't think you use it- he said in a totally serious way but with a small mocking smile.
┆12:20┆
They had been at the party for a while, mostly spending their time avoiding the idiot Thranduil, who was clearly following Brad wherever he went. Dwalin had separated to catch up with his group and made a big grimace when he saw his brother wandering around the place. Thorin, on the other hand, scanned the room to see if he could find anything of interest, but when he didn’t, he decided to sit in a leather chair with a drink of something in his hand.
As Dwalin hung his leather jacket somewhere he would probably forget, he heard the most enchanting laugh he had ever heard, and he turned in search of the person it came from. He noticed a group gathered on a small couch, and as he looked through the crowd... his heart skipped a beat. There, sitting in a rather adorable sweater, was the most handsome man he had ever seen. His arms crossed, as always happened when he paid attention to something, and his ears perked up, trying to catch that melody again. He couldn't help but make a grimace that anyone who knew him would notice was a smile. He stayed watching him, possibly in a creepy way, until their eyes met, and oh. He could have moaned right then when those sweet brown eyes made his senses go hazy. He tried to stay calm, thinking about how to get closer when that idiot Bard complimented the guy. His growl was drowned out by that meddling blonde, so he decided to muster up some courage with a good drink first.
Not far from the site. Thorin was in an obviously bad mood, possibly because very few people came up to greet him. He was thinking about what excuse to make up to leave when he noticed for a second a flash of honey not far from him. When he searched for it with his eyes, by all that’s holy, he saw the most perfect man in a cramped chair; he had eyes that shone in the dim light, and he could make out… dimples?! Definitely, Thorin Durin was falling under the charm of a little stranger. He possibly looked at him for too long because the little man met his gaze. He swore he felt his face burn and was grateful that his beard kept it from showing.
Both friends were dazed at seeing those two cuties walk up to the balcony. Thorin turned to Dwalin when he lost sight of the boy and almost burst out laughing at his friend’s dreamy expression… maybe it wasn’t a bad idea.
┆12:43┆
―Did you see that MAN?! -said Bilbo excitedly.
―Did you see that GOD?! -said Ori while fanning his face.
Both friends spoke at the same time, each blushing deeply. They subtly made sure they were alone before holding hands and putting on silly smiles while squealing softly. Neither of them could believe that someone who met all their standards was at the same party.
―I’m definitely going to talk to him -he gently clutched his sweater while remembering those blue eyes and those tattooed arms- oh, I’m going to kiss him!
―I need him to talk to me -he exclaimed with slight desperation while leaning on the railing, remembering that long black hair and that look gave him chills- do you think he’ll kiss me?
For anyone who didn’t know them, it would seem strange how two people with clearly opposite attitudes had been best friends for at least four years. Ori was the one who appeared more daring and sentimental, but when it came to the moment of truth, he could be quite docile and embarrassed easily, while Bilbo usually came across as more reserved and shy, but when it was necessary to get into a fight or speak his mind, he was a little beast who would show his teeth. This balance between the two was one of the keys to their relationship.
They continued mumbling quietly about those two men. Ori talking about how he planned to flirt while Bilbo constantly asked him if he looked good and if he thought that man had noticed him. They were so absorbed in their little fantasy that they didn’t notice when two pairs of heavy footsteps approached them until the smell of cologne made them turn, still blushing.
Dwalin had a large mug of beer in his hand and nervously gulped from time to time. Thorin kept his hands behind his back to appear intimidating but fidgeted nervously with his fingers continuously. Everyone remained in total silence for a long few seconds.
―We hadn't seen you around here—Thorin had tried to sound sweet, but his severe tone and the slightly hoarse voice from not having spoken for a while made him sound too harsh for his liking.
―We wanted to relax before the final exam—Ori was the one who answered while playing with one of his little side braids, which made Dwalin fix his heavy gaze solely on him.
Silence reigned again. Dwalin was too absorbed in fantasizing about grabbing the back of the little man's neck and kissing him passionately at that moment. Meanwhile, Bilbo played with one of the golden buttons on his vest while daydreaming about pulling that beautiful black hair.
Thorin cleared his throat nervously and almost trembled at the sight of the green gaze fixed on every movement of his body. He was beginning to get nervous at the evident interest of that much shorter man. Dwalin, on the other hand, licked his lower lip and felt a pang of satisfaction at seeing the little fellow tense up and blush at the action. That gave him a boost of confidence.
―So... you were looking to relax? Because allow me to introduce ourselves: I’m Dwalin Fundin and this grump is Thorin Durin, my cousin, unfortunately―He placed a hand on Thorin’s shoulder, ignoring the scathing look he received.- and I think we’re the right ones to help you… relieve stress.
Dwalin stepped away from Thorin, handing him his mug in the process before approaching Ori and taking one of his bare hands. At first, he was almost startled by how cold the skin was, but he ignored that and gave a small kiss to the back of it, letting his beard brush against the soft skin.
―Can I get to know you?
Ori's face turned a bright red (Beautiful, thought Dwalin) before he put on his best flirtatious smile (ignoring how his heart was bursting in his chest).
―Ori Ri, it’s a pleasure, Mr. Dwalin—he savored the name noticeably as he approached the still hunched Dwalin, letting the sound penetrate directly into his ears.
Dwalin simply put on his best smile while ignoring the heat rising to his lower abdomen, straightening up again and inviting Ori with a nod to go somewhere else. The little one accepted, linking arms as they walked away. Before leaving, he gave Bilbo a look and a thumbs up.
Speaking of him, he was caught in an internal debate between being a respected Baggins and his Tuk side, which urged him to openly flirt with the tall, handsome man. Thorin, on the other hand, was cursing his friend while gripping his mug with white-knuckled hands. A flash of satisfaction crossed his blue eyes when he saw the other man swallow at that movement (interesting, Thorin thought), place the mug on an unstable table, and lean slightly to catch the vibrant green gaze. He almost sighed at seeing the lights reflected in those beautiful eyes.
―I’m Bilbo Baggins—he began cautiously, blinking softly and smiling at the full attention he was receiving—if you’ll allow me the audacity, I would gladly accept your offer to help me with… stress.
He paused, moving even closer to the man until he felt his body heat. He looked with satisfaction as the older man held his breath and his ears turned red. It was possibly the alcohol and the thought that he wouldn’t get another chance that made him act so boldly. He would probably be embarrassed later.
―But… on one condition—he raised a finger to emphasize before letting it press against the other man’s broad chest.
―Whatever you wish― he whispered breathlessly as he lowered his gaze to those full, slightly red lips.
―Oh, I like how that sounds, Mr. Durin... ― she said flirtatiously ― I want us to have a date first.
Thorin's brain had been half-melted since Bilbo had touched him. His hands automatically went to the man's hips as he returned his gaze to his eyes.
―Whenever you want, wherever you want ― he said with such devotion that Bilbo trembled under his hands. He was completely out of his mind.
―How about we meet at Bombur's... next week? If you turn out to be as charming as tonight, I'll give you my number ― he moved his face closer, wanting to tease him a little and feel the territory.
―YES!.. that.. I'd love to ― he looked away at the overly enthusiastic tone he had just let out. But as he felt Bilbo moving away, he tightened his grip on his hips, drawing a moan in response ― Sorry, Mr. Baggins, but you’re not going anywhere yet.
Thorin's slightly authoritarian tone made Bilbo panic; his Tuk side had dominated for too long, and now he was a bundle of nerves because of how close that man was to him. He looked inside the room and noticed Ori sitting on the armrest of one of the armchairs with his legs over Dwalin while they talked. He smiled briefly at his friend before a rough hand made him turn his face.
Before he could say anything... he felt surprisingly full and slightly wet lips on his own, and he closed his eyes suddenly as his hands traveled up Thorin's strong arms to his shoulders. It was definitely one of the best kisses he had ever received in his life.
┆2:36am┆
Bilbo was returning home arm in arm with a clearly drunk Thorin, laughing and talking about anything and everything at the same time. Both were too absorbed in their little bubble to notice the bumps in the road, constantly tripping. By the time they got to the elevator and bumped into the door with laughter and mumbles, Bilbo was too distracted by Thorin’s mouth to open the door properly.
They stumbled inside and slammed the door, making the frame shake, both offering apologies as they fell onto Bilbo and Ori’s large armchair. Ori had said goodbye to a Dwalin too drunk to stand while whispering sweet words to him and kissing his head with such tenderness that Thorin nearly vomited. They retired to Dwalin and Thorin’s room before the dark-haired one could tell Bilbo that he would accompany him home. Bilbo lay on Thorin's huge chest while babbling, and Thorin busied himself stroking his curls while smiling foolishly. Both ended up asleep in very little time, with only their body heat against the cold dawn...
┆9:12am┆
Bilbo woke up with the worst headache imaginable, pushed himself up from the couch feeling his back crack from the bad night. When his mind cleared enough, he looked around in all directions, noticing that he was completely alone. His face twisted into a sad grimace as he wrapped himself in the strangely large jacket that covered his body... wait, why did he have this?
As he got up again, a delicious smell reached his senses. He turned to see a chamomile tea and a hastily written note. His smile was so bright that the sun thought about hiding behind a cloud at that moment. He took it with hands trembling with excitement.
"Good morning Bilbo, I had to leave because apparently Dwalin vomited in his apartment and passed out this morning. Ori begged me for help and I only managed to prepare this tea for you.
I’m looking forward to that date, here’s my number.....
-Kisses, Thorin Durin."
Bilbo groaned with happiness before kissing the paper several times. He would definitely give Ori a kiss for having convinced him to attend that stupid party.