What You Do To Me

credit to Fantasyinallforms

Summary:

This is the smutty sequel to Happy Accidents! It takes place during the one-month gap before the Eriador Flower Festival. You can probably get away with reading this as a stand-alone, but I do recommend you check out the original story for context. (now with new art!)

They had been working on Bilbo's booth for the flower festival a little bit every day for weeks. They had built most of the structure and were now working on making it pop. Bilbo was sitting crisscross on the ground painting the cactus anchored to the side of the booth while Thorin was cutting wood for the shelves. Well, he should have been cutting wood for shelves. Instead, he was watching the winn ruffel Bilbo's curls and the small ways the man stretched when he sat in one spot for too long. The smaller man was none the wiser. He had put headphones in and was silently jamming away while he painted. It was painfully cute.

He put down the plank he was working with. It was getting late anyway, and the sun had started its slow descent. Thorin abandoned his project and went to keep Bilbo company.

"What're you listing to?" Predictably there was no answer. Thorin put a hand on Bilbo's thigh, making him jump. When he saw it was Thorin, he slipped the headphones off.

"Were you trying to get my attention?" Bilbo cooed as a smile illuminated his face. Bilbo's smile was one of Thorin's favorite things. It lit up his entire face like a beautiful ray of sunshine hence the nickname.

"Looks like it might be time for us to wrap things up, Sunshine. We'll lose daylight before too long." Bilbo looked around to confirm and got a sad look on his face.

"Have we really been out here that long?"

"It would seem so. I say we get cleaned up here; then we can watch a movie and order dinner. Dis and the boys are out of town visiting some extended family. We have the house to ourselves." Thorin was not ready for the day to come to an end. They had spent the better part of the day on projects, and while they spent that time in each other's proximity, they had yet to just spend some time relaxing with each other. Wrapping Bilbo up in his arms was rapidly becoming his favorite activity.

"That sounds wonderful, but I'm probably not the ideal cuddle partner right now. I could really use a shower. I can always pop home and be right back?" Bilbo put his hand on Thorin's chest and gave him a questioning look to see if the idea was accepted.

"Why don't you just shower here? That way, you don't have to waste time going home." Thorin didn't want Bilbo to leave. They had been seeing each other for two months, and Thorin secretly hoped he could convince Bilbo to spend the night. Just the thought of going to bed and waking up with his arms wrapped around Bilbo made him weak in the knees.

"I don't have anything to change into." Bilbo pointed out.

"You can borrow some of my clothes, and I can throw yours in the wash." Thorin was happy to accommodate in whatever way he could if it aided in Bilbo's decision to stay.

"As long as I'm not putting you out, staying sounds nice. Honestly, I didn't want to do all that driving right now anyway." Bilbo had leaned his paintbrush against the half-painted cactus. When he started to lean forward for a kiss, neither of them noticed the propped-up paintbrush fell over and splashed the back of his hand with bright green paint. When they finished kissing, Bilbo wiped the fallen curls out of his face with the back of his hand. Thorin had little time to warn him.

"Wait, you have paint on your hand!" He grabbed Bilbo's hand before he could get it on his clothes, but not before he left a streak of it across his cheek. "Looks like you accidentally got some paint on your face Sunshine." Thorin reached out to rub his thumb across the streak and was rewarded with Bilbo nuzzling into his hand.

"Now we both have paint on us," Bilbo laughed. Sure enough, a matching streak was now splashed across his palm.

They made their way back to the house, and Thorin quickly grabbed the fluffiest towel he could find from the linen closet.

"You can use the shower in my room; it's more spacious." Thorin was wrestling with the nervous flutters in his stomach. Halfway through, grabbing the towel, he realized that Bilbo had never actually seen his room. They spent most of their time in the shed or cuddled on the couch. Thorin was raised with gentlemanly manners and didn't want to push things along too quickly. He took a deep breath. He would let Bilbo set the pace of tonight and go along with that.

He opened the door to his room and gestured for Bilbo to step inside. His room wasn't much, but it was a good reflection of himself. The room's coloring was split by crown molding. The top half was an eggshell white, and the bottom was rich blue. He had built the bedframe. It was a sturdy iron frame with a wooden headboard. The pictures dotted around the room were of his favorite architectural marvels, and a flat-screen TV was mounted above the dresser on the wall opposite the bed. He had forgotten to make his bed that morning, and you could see the sheets bunched up on the left side where he slept.

"You're room is so cozy! Did you make the bed yourself?" Bilbo asked. He took a relaxed seat on the corner of his bed, idly running his hand over the sheets, and Thorin's imagination wandered. What would Bilbo look like gripping those sheets as he.... Thorin pulled himself away from that image and tried to keep his composure.

"Thorin, are you ok? You went a little red there." Bilbo left the corner of the bed and held a hand up to his forehead.

"I-I'm fine. Just a little flushed from working in the shed." Thorin walked to his dresser and pulled out one of his long sleeve flannel shirts and a pair of sweats that hadn't fit him in years. He passed them off to Bilbo. "Let me show you to the bathroom; it's just here." he led Bilbo over to the door on the far wall and opened it. "Take your time; I'll be just outside." He closed the door a little quicker than intended and threw himself onto the bed with a sigh. It wasn't so much that Thorin was nervous, it was that he was trying to keep his nerve. Everything about Bilbo was just so electrifying. From the first time they made out in his truck, he wanted to run his hands along every inch of Bilbo Baggins until no patch of skin was foreign to his touch.

He tossed Bilbo's clothes in the wash and returned to the room. It was only about 10 minutes before the water cut off, and a moment later, Bilbo emerged from the bathroom. The sight of him almost knocked Thorin into a coma.

"Hey, thank you for the shower and the clothes. I feel much more relaxed." Bilbo was wearing his blue flannel shirt and no pants. The shirt was draped off one shoulder and came nearly to his knees. He was carrying the pants Thorin lent him in his arms. A coy smile split his lips as he noticed Thorin's staring. "The pants were too big, and I figured you wouldn't mind if I just went without them?" Bilbo's question was deliciously flirtatious, and Thorin didn't wonder even for a second if Bilbo didn't know that. To top it all off, the green streak of paint on his cheekbone had not come off in the wash. Was it possible to come undone just from looking at a person?

Thorin moved forward, taking the pants from Bilbo's hands and tossing them behind him. He wanted, needed to be closer to Bilbo. As close as he possibly could be. Bilbo let out a happy little squeak as Thorin captured his lips in a passionate kiss and carded his hand through Bilbo's curls until he was cradling the smaller man's head.

"I really like seeing you wear my clothes." Thorin breathed between kisses. Bilbo giggled.

"I look ridiculous. I am absolutely drowning in this shirt. Also, this damn paint wouldn't come off of my cheek." Thorin pulled back just enough to glance his thumb over the streak. He just smiled and started pressing featherlight kisses to the area sending Bilbo into another fit of giggles.

"You know you're kissing paint right now," Bilbo giggled and tried to pull away.

"No, I'm kissing you." Thorin held onto Bilbo's hips. A plea for him to please not move away.

"You're such a sap." Bilbo joked. He was a sap. A very much-in-love sap who wanted nothing more than to push Bilbo back onto the pillows and fuck him until he forgot his own name. Thorin had Bilbo pressed against the wall and was kissing marks down his neck when he heard Bilbo moan out.

"You know, we don't have to just watch a movie." One little sentence and the locks keeping Thorin's restraint in check snapped. He scooped up Bilbo, tossed him on the bed, and crawled after him.

"Good, because I'm not really in the mood for a movie anymore." Thorin slid his hand up Bilbo's thigh and pushed the flannel shirt up until it was rucked around his waist. Bilbo's hands were not idle either, he had one hand tangled in Thorin's hair, and the other was slipped under his shirt. His legs were wrapped best they could be around his hips. The feeling of Bilbo under him was ecstasy, and he wanted to put his newfound permission to explore to good use. It seemed Bilbo did as well because he had his hand balled into the back of his shirt and made clumsy attempts to lift it off him. Thorin sat back and made a show of pulling his shirt over his head, pleased with the lustful grin Bilbo was now sporting. He bent back over Bilbo, gently pushing up the flannel shirt. Thorin didn't want to divest Bilbo of it entirely but wanted access to more of the angel in front of him. He wanted to see Bilbo's reaction to his mouth on those small perky nipples. He got the shirt halfway up his chest before Bilbo grabbed the shirt and yanked it back down over his stomach.

"Wa-wait!" Thorin stopped immediately, placing his hands on either side of Bilbo's head instead. He gave him a look of concern.

"Do we need to slow down, Sunshine?" Bilbo looked nervous and wasn't meeting his eyes.

"No! I just... well, I just... don't want you to be disappointed at what you see... You're well. Bilbo ran a hand reverently down Thorin's chest. While Thorin didn't have a six-pack or abs, he was well-built. Decades of working in construction before he owned his company had seen to that. "I'm a bit... soft, by comparison." Thorin was genuinely struggling to understand. He loved the curve of Bilbo's soft stomach and the thickness of his thighs. He wanted to press his hands into the soft skin until dimples formed under them.

"I'm glad you like what you see, but I like what I see too." He ran his hands up Bilbo's thighs, over his hips, and across the soft skin of his belly, moving the shirt slowly up as he made his way. Bilbo shuddered, and his lips fell open in a silent moan. A deep hatred was welling in him for whoever made Bilbo self-conscious about his softness. "Can I show you how much I appreciate what I see?" He trailed kisses along Bilbo's collarbone, working his way lower, waiting for the final word of consent.

"Yes." Bilbo whimpered right as Thorin's kisses were nearing his chest. He returned his mouth to Bilbo's and squeezed his nipples gently between his fingers. The reaction was perfect as Bilbo keened and squirmed under him.

"Sounds like you liked that." Thorin teased

"I've never had someone do that before. Please do that again." Bilbo's words were breathy and nearly incoherent, but the meaning was clear. Thorin pinched them again, then kissed a trail down Bilbo's stomach, placing his mouth over the now slightly red nipple. He could tell how much Bilbo was enjoying himself. He had to keep at least one of his hands on Bilbo's hips to stop him from bucking too hard. He pulled back to watch Bilbo's eyes flutter. God, this was a dream. Bilbo was glistening, his neck now splattered with dark patches. Bilbo was still breathing hard.

"Are you ok, Sunshine?" Thorin checked-in. He caressed Bilbo's cheek with the back of his hand, unable to keep the smile off his face.

"Yes, It's just been a while since... well, since I've done something like this."

"We can pause if you want?" Thorin didn't want to push him; they had all night. They could take their time. Thorin wanted to take his time.

"We don't have to pause, but I do want to try something else." Bilbo's eyes shifted to stare hungrily at the incredibly obvious tent in his pants. Bilbo sat at the edge of the bed and pulled Thorin forward by his belt. As soon as he was close enough, Bilbo's slim fingers were making quick work of his belt, and he was popping the buttons on his jeans. He didn't even bother sliding the jeans all the way off of him before he pulled him out. Thorin was pleased to see Bilbo's eyes dilate as all of himself was revealed. With little warning, Bilbo ran his tongue along the underside of his shaft, and the sensation forced him to lock his knees and lean against the bed frame. Bilbo's mouth was warm and wet. Every time Thorin looked down, those big hazel eyes were looking back up at him, filled with adoration. He felt Bilbo take even more of him, then hollow out his cheeks. Thorin let out a choked curse and reflexively tightened his fist around the curls on Bilbo's head. Thorin heard Bilbo sputter and released his grip, realizing it was probably a little painful. He ran his hand over the area smoothing down the curls apologetically. Only a little while later, he could feel the tell tail coiling in his stomach.

"Sunshine, please, I don't want this to be over yet," Thorin groaned. Bilbo came off of him with a wet pop. His mind finally back with him, he pushed Bilbo further back onto the bed and stepped out of his pants. Bilbo still had his shirt on, although now it was nearly completely unbuttoned and falling off his shoulders. Thorin could see his cock straining against the thin fabric of his underclothes. He climbed onto the bed until he was positioned over Bilbo and slipped one hand behind his back, lifting him just enough to pull the garment off. He wrapped his hand around Bilbo's leaking cock and leaned in to whisper in his ear.

"How far do you want this to go, sunshine?" He didn't want to push Bilbo into anything too fast. He was happy to finish him off like this as long as he got to hold him while he did it. Bilbo's languid response was far better than he could have dreamed.

"Please, Thorin, I want to know what it's like to have your cock in me." Thorin couldn't suppress his shattered moan if he wanted to. God, he could get used to that pretty mouth saying such dirty things. He backed away from Bilbo just long enough to grab the lube from his bedside.

He took his time preparing Bilbo, carefully watching to ensure there wasn't any unnecessary discomfort. By the third finger, Bilbo was lost to ecstasy. He was gripping the sheets with his head thrown back, and not a single sound he was making was inhibited.

"Not enough... please, Thorin, not enough." He slid his fingers out of Bilbo and pushed a pillow under his back to give himself a proper angle. He pushed in slowly, muttering sweet things, kissing along Bilbo's jaw, and reminding him to breathe. Bilbo was completely relaxed and pliant by the time he bottomed out. He stayed still, letting his hands roam the curves of Bilbo's chest and stomach.

"You're taking me so well, Sunshine. God, look at you; it's like you were made for me to fill you up." Soon, his body was screaming for him to move, and he could not disobey. "I can't even describe what you do to me. I don't think I've ever wanted someone so badly."

There are moments in time or in relationships when things change. When the world seems to click into place and can never go back to the way they where before. Hearing Bilbo cry his name, eager and desperate, feeling the drag as he pulled out and snapped back into the warmth of Bilbo, was one such shift. He never wanted to leave; he never wanted to be parted from the soul under him. Not ever. After years of loneliness, years of doing what was expected of him, and picking up broken pieces of everyone else's lives, he was ready to be selfish.

"Thorin! Yo-your to-to far away!" He had leaned back so he could take in all the smaller man before him, but now Bilbo was reaching up, desperate for more contact. He scooped Bilbo up, not breaking the connection, and sat him in his lap. Bilbo threw his arms around his neck as he pumped into him with renewed vigor.

"I-I'm so close; please don't stop fucking me like that!" He kept the pace, and soon Bilbo went ridged, calling his name. He could feel his release onto his stomach as Bilbo shuddered around his cock. The sounds of Bilbo's orgasm alone had him chasing his own release.

"Fuck, Bilbo, you feel amazing I-I'm close. I want to finish in you, is that ok?"

"Yes! Please, god, yes!" Thorin's orgasm crashed into him. He threw himself into Bilbo, holding the smaller man's hips flush against him as he filled him up. When he was spent, he slumped forward slightly and cradled Bilbo's head against his chest.

"That was amazing," Bilbo breathed out. Thorin couldn't form words yet, so he responded with a deep drawn-out kiss. When they finally caught their breath, Thorin heard Bilbo let out a laugh. He cocked an eyebrow at him.

"I'm all dirty again, and I think the shirt is too." Sure enough, the bottom of the shirt was covered in Bilbo's cum.

"Use it to clean up, and we can toss it in the wash." Although now, whenever he wore that shirt, that would definitely be on his mind. They got cleaned up, and Thorin threw a blanket over them.

"We still have to eat." Bilbo pointed out. Now that he mentioned it, he was starving. Thorin pulled out his phone and opened up Doordash.

"How does Italian sound?" Bilbo gave an agreeable hum. They ordered and got comfortable again. "I might drift off before food gets here." Bilbo yawned and snugged into Thorin's side.

"Take a nap; I'll wake you when the food arrives." Bilbo fell asleep quickly; his little snores were a comforting sound in the backdrop of Thorin's excited mind. He knew Bilbo couldn't hear him, so he spoke aloud just so he could get it off his chest and into the world. "Maybe it makes me a selfish, greedy man, but I never want to be apart from you. I'm really starting to love you, even if it's too soon to say it. Part of me doesn't even want to share you with the world. You're too good for them. I don't even know how I managed to be lucky enough to find you, but someone like you couldn't be an accident." He kissed the top of Bilbo's head, nuzzling into the soft curls. Accident or not, he would see to Bilbo's every want, whatever kept him happy. Starting with getting out from underneath that roach Lobelia.