Chtuluchilipie Chapter 8: The Other Side pt. II

Summary:

Thorin's POV for the Other Side. Fíli's birthday celebration happens, as well as some other unexpected occurrences.

Oh, and Thorin is a pervert.

Sunday was full of unexpected events for Thorin. The first being that Dís had gone out for brunch and to the spa with Víli, expecting Thorin to stay behind and babysit. Payback for overhearing his shower escapade apparently, which Thorin didn't entirely understand; it wasn't as if he wanted her to overhear. But it was well within reason. He knew to invest in really good headphones and noise blocking earplug since moving in with his sister. The first week of living with her made it impossible to look at either her or Víli without gagging for a month. Hearing your sibling jerk off or have sex was a terrible experience he wouldn't wish on his greatest enemies.

Fíli and Kíli were in a horrid mood as well, so Thorin took them to the park in an attempt to rid them of their high energy and screaming fits. It didn't work too well, sadly. If anything the heat outside only made them worse, and the two were tussling in the sandbox when Thorin finally gave up and said they'd get some ice cream. The pair were suddenly best pals right afterwards, making Thorin wonder if they were fighting just so he'd get them junk food. It wouldn't have been the first time that they came up with a plot for some treat or other. Feeling exhausted and sweaty, Thorin turned the AC up to full blast, and drove to their favorite sweet shoppe. It was a family owned place, and had the best icecream in town. It was the real thing too, made right there in the store. It certainly didn't make things worse that the place had three floors, and you could watch your taffy being pulled, if you wanted.

Thorin parked the car and unlocked the car doors, shaking his head as his nephews hopped out of their seats,and started jumping up and down and chanting "ice cream" together. Scratching his beard, Thorin opened the door, sighing as Fíli and Kíli ran into the store, garnering all sorts of looks from the people inside, as per usual. At first Thorin had planned to only give them one scoop each, but they gave him puppy eyes and it was so damned hot outside. Fíli got a classic triple scooped banana split sundae, complete with walnuts, hot fudge, whipped cream and even a maraschino cherry. Kíli on the other hand, got a complete mess; a hodgepodge of cotton candy, cherry, cake-batter, mint, pistachio, cheesecake and marshmallow flavored icecream with a mixture of gummy bears, Oreos, Reese's pieces and actual marshmallows thrown in. Thorin terribly suppressed his grimace at the sugary mixture, opting out for a cone with a chocolate scoop.Thorin took out his wallet to pay, whipping his head around when he heard Kíli exclaim excitedly.

"Mr. Boggins!"

Thorin turned to see Fíli and Kíli running over to sit with Bilbo, Frodo, and a light haired green eyed-woman. Freezing, Thorin contemplated hanging back and letting his nephews socialize, but Kíli turned back towards him and very loudly yelled for him to come and sit. Clenching his teeth, and cursing the situation, Thorin gracefully sat, facing Bilbo and smiling at the others.

"I hope we aren't intruding..." Thorin rumbled, his voice unintentionally dropping an octave. He looked up at Bilbo from underneath his lashes, watching as the smaller man flushed immediately and focused his gaze on the strawberry icecream in his dish. He made a high pitched squeaking sound, and avoided Thorin's gaze, shooting panicked looks at the sandy-blond haired woman next to him. Shooting Bilbo a devious look, the woman smiled at Thorin.

"It's fine, actually. We certainly don't mind." She said. Turning back to Thorin, she shot her hand forward for a shake. "I'm Primula Baggins. And this is my son Frodo. Who I was told you met the other night."

Thorin hummed in acknowledgment. "I'm Thorin. These two little hellions are demons posing as my nephews; Fíli and Kíli."

Said hellions grinned up at Thorin, pleased at their title. Primula laughed at that, and even little Frodo gave a pleased giggle, but that may have been from the weird faces Kíli was making at him. Thorin looked at Bilbo for his reaction, but his neighbor seemed hell bent on staring down with a heavy flush. Thorin suppressed his sigh of disappointment, and lapped at his icecream,Thorin faded out of the conversation, eyes roaming over Bilbo's face.

His tawny hair was mussed, curls falling into his face as he looked down. He pushed his glasses up his nose and looked upwards at Thorin, steely blue-grey eyes darkening into green, and then brown. His flush deepened, and he gave Thorin a small hesitant smile. Nervously chewing on his lower lip. There was a bit of icecream lingering on his mouth, and embarrassingly enough, Thorin was fantasizing about leaning across the table and kissing it off of him. Bilbo broke his gaze and looked over to address Fíli, and Thorin forced himself to pay attention.

Bilbo smiled and nodded at Fíli. "Of course Frodo and I will come to your birthday party, we wouldn't miss it for the world."

Kíli scowled. "You'll come to my birthday party too, right?" He demanded, pulling on Bilbo's sleeve.

"Kee, I would be honored to go to your birthday party. Even if it's several months away." Bilbo said with complete seriousness, smiling down at the pouting child.

Kíli brightened immediately, waving his goodbye enthusiastically as they left. Fíli smiled and waved as well, excited as well, but far more subdued.

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Thorin liked Bilbo for multiple reasons. The man was intelligent, attentive, mischievous, fun, typically pragmatic, kind, insightful, and fairly charismatic. Not to mention that he was unbearably sweet, doting on Thorin's nephews even thought they were nothing but rabble-rousers, and somehow able to tame them with nothing more but a look. But one of the largest reasons Thorin liked Bilbo was because he had a fantastic ass. Not to say that was the primary reason, but it was pretty high on the list.

Thorin adored Bilbo's ass. It was shaped wonderfully, plump and soft-looking, round and plush. He'd bet anything that the skin would be smooth, and the flesh would be a wonderful thing to hold, overflowing in his hands. Thorin actually spent a lot of time thinking about Bilbo's ass.

How he'd grab it, squeeze the muscle, pinch the fat, tickle the flesh. He'd rest his face on it, since he was entirely convinced that it would be terribly soft to the touch. He'd bite that ass, slap it too, watch it quake as the force of his hand vibrated through it. He'd eat out that ass, until Bilbo was a shaking over sensitive pile of mush. He'd bury his fingers in that ass. He would bury his cock in that ass, watch it jiggle as it bounced up and down on his lap.

Goodness. The things he would do for that ass.

Bilbo was running around the backyard with Kíli, tickling him when he got the chance, letting the boy tackle him to the ground and yelling that he'd won the game. Kíli danced around, victorious, but then Bilbo had snuck up on him and pulled him back down, waging tickling war again. Eventually though, the small man was exhausted, and he sat down at the shaded adults table, between Thorin and Dís.Dís had her sunglasses on, hiding the intense blue of her eyes, her dark hair pulled up into a bun at the top of her head, a few tendrils escaping, trailing down the back of her neck. She was complaining about the heat, as per usual, muttering about wanting to move back up north. To the rescue, Víli swept in, handing her a pink lemonade with a heavy kick of vodka. She murmured a thank you to her husband and leaned over to kiss him.

Thorin rolled his eyes and looked back out over the yard, lavishing in the sight of his family running around, enjoying the afternoon sun. There were streamers and balloons everywhere, due to Fili's tenth birthday. For four months he'd been parading around that he was ten already, and whoever dared to disagree would find some sort of worm or creep crawly in their shoes or shirts later. Fíli has decided he wanted a ninja theme, so of course Frerin had bought him a fake katana. The pile of presents was growing by the hour, much to Fíli's delight and excitement.

Right now, he was chasing Dain's dog around with it, running after it with the remaining gaggle of children. Gimli, Kíli and Dain's two daughters trailing behind. For some reason, Dís had decided to invite a few kids from Fíli's summer art class too. Which meant that two of Thranduil's kids were there too. Tauriel, the ginger girl, was wild, running the fastest and successfully tackling the dog. Legolas, the platinum blond boy, was a bit more subdued, but he and Gimli were fighting one minute, then playing the next. Dís had even invited their neighbor Bard and his wife and kids, as well as several other neighbors. The two eldest; Sigrid and Bain had started a new game, one that entailed harassing Dain's poor dog again. Another neighbor, Beorn, had brought some of his bunnies, so Frodo, Ori and Tilda were sitting next to the giant of a man, petting the animals softly. Dain was arguing with Dori about the barbecuing, inserting his own commentary about the state of the meat. Frerin was standing over with Nori, Dwalin and Gloin, drinking their beers and muttering to each other in gruff voices. Freris and Thrain were chatting up Thranduil, who actually seemed to be enjoying himself for once. Balin was sharing some folklore or other with Bard and his wife Vivian, puffing up with pride and obviously relishing a conversation with fellow history buffs. Dain's wife walked over to the grill and shooed at the men , yelling that they didn't know a thing about cooking. Gloin's wife Freya was lazing back in the sun, relaxing and reading her book. Gandalf was walking around the party, leaning over people's shoulders to comment on things and generally annoy everyone.

All in all, it was a pretty full party, and everyone seemed to be having a good time. Which was a rare occurrence with a family this big and diverse.

But back to Bilbo's ass. Bilbo was currently wearing a pale yellow collared button up, paired with dark brown shorts (which complimented that delectable ass) and no shoes. He had flip-flops around somewhere, but he'd abandoned them so he could run around with the children. Because Thorin was feeling a bit daring and bored, he'd nudged the table, which sent Bilbo's glass of virgin lemonade over the edge, but to Thorin's dismay, the entire tub of icecream too, which admittedly was open and had been melting. Bilbo muttered an apology, and immediately bent down, perky ass in the air as he scrabbled to wipe up his mess.

Thorin bit his lip and suppressed a filthy groan, imagining all the things he would do if that ass was up in the air in an entirely different situation. Dís cleared her throat, and Thorin flushed, meeting her gaze. She narrowed her eyes at him, and mouthed "You fucking pervert."

Thorin shrugged a shoulder and looked back down at Bilbo's ass, curling his hands into fists. Goodness. Bilbo's ass was delectable. Dís cleared her throat again, loud enough to catch Bilbo's attention.

"Bilbo, why don't you let me do it? I'm going to need someone to run to the store and pick some up." Everyone at the table looked at each other, since nearly every adult there had had a drink within the past half hour. Except for Bilbo and Thorin of course.

Bilbo flushed and quickly volunteered. "Since I'm the one who knocked it over and everything."

Dís gave Thorin an evil smile. "That's okay. Thorin will drive you, since you're paying. And things go by a lot faster with two people." Smirking at Thorin's discomfort, she laughed and pushed at them to go. "Hurry, before the little ones notice and stage a military coupe. I don't want my regime being overthrown."

Bilbo gave her a pleading, begging sort of look, eyes wide as he sulked. But Dís would not be swayed. Bilbo slipped his shoes back on and slowly slid into the passenger side of the car, looking to the left, avoiding Thorin's gaze completely. The car ride was nearly silent, until Thorin had huffed a sigh and switched the radio on, hoping to cut out the silence. It was classical of course, since Thorin tended to listen to it to wind down on his way home. Bilbo hummed along to Swan Lake, relaxing up a bit, sinking back a little into his seat. To Thorin's displeasure, he stiffened back up and flushed when Thorin parked the car, and muttered that they were here.

They walked in silence again, heading towards the frozen foods section when Thorin glanced over to the right, and saw a familiar fuzzy hat.

"Bofur!" He yelled, making the hatted man flinch and drop the can he was holding. Next to him Bilbo went still and silent, his jaw dropping open.Bofur slowly walked over, looking a bit sheepish. Bilbo glared at him. "Hey Thorin. Hey Bilbo."

"You know him?" Thorin and Bilbo said simultaneously.

Bofur flinched again. "Ahh. Well." He cleared his throat."Thorin and I are distantly related. And er, Bilbo is my best friend." He explained, scratching the back of his neck.

"Why didn't you come to Fíli's party? He wanted to see you." Thorin asked.

Bofur flinched again. "Well Bom and the family are sick, and Bif wasn't feeling up to it, so we all decided to stay home."

Thorin nodded, and shoulder checked him, smiling. "Well, let us know next time. Dís would've sent a care package."

Bofur nodded, and gave Bilbo a nervous smile. Bilbo glared at him accusingly, muttering a "I'll talk to you later." before turning on his heel and striding off towards the ice creams.

"Small town." Thorin commented, standing next to him.

Bilbo didn't answer, only tilting his head to glance up at Thorin, face flushing before he shook his head and turned away. After what must have been ten minutes of standing there, Bilbo grabbed several tubs of icecream, grabbing an empty cart and throwing them in. He strode off towards another section, and Thorin followed, staring at his ass again.

Bilbo grabbed marshmallows, gummies, fudge, caramel, whipped cream, maraschino cherries, sprinkles and all sorts of other toppings, and all at a wickedly fast pace that had Thorin grinning from ear to ear. He didn't know why, but the shopping struck him as strangely domestic, and for a moment he imagined that this was normal for them, that they did this all the time. The image was so clear in his head that he resisted from grabbing Bilbo's waist and kissing him right there and then.

The party went on successfully, and Thorin suspected that all the icecream Bilbo bought had something to do with it. That afternoon, he had successfully won over more than one Durin, and Bilbo was seemingly flattered by it. Around five, Bilbo started to drink, and his inhibitions were suddenly gone. He wasn't drunk, at least he didn't seem to be, and he repeatedly said that he wasn't, he was a bit tipsy, Thorin would say.

But if the turn of events were anything to go off of, Thorin would have suspected it to be more than liquid courage. After a long talk on the phone with Bofur, he seemed braver somehow, looser around Thorin. And more than once, Thorin wondered if Bilbo was flirting with him.

Bilbo swirled his tongue around the tip of his cone, a large morsel disappearing into his mouth as he swallowed. He kept his eyes on Thorin the entire time, and Thorin cleared his throat multiple times, face burning as Bilbo's eyes bored into him. More than once,Bilbo bumped into him, chest pressing against him as he fluttered his eyelashes and smirked. He muttered a few innuendos and several double entendres, making Thorin choke on his drink more than once.And as the hours crept on, Bilbo drank more and more, becoming more audacious and flirtatious, obviously drunk by the time Fíli and Kíli had been put to bed, and everyone had mostly left.

Then, he was hunched over a toilet, throwing up as Thorin rubbed his back. Thorin wipes the remainders of the vomit from his face, and then Bilbo frll asleep. Thorin carried the drunk man into his room, replaced his clothes with something less covered in vomit, coercered him into drinking water, layed him on his side and put him to bed. Thorin threw down a bunch of pillows and blankets, resting on the small couch, body cramping up on the furniture much too short for his own frame.

Thorin wokr a bit before Bilbo does, the sunlight through his window grazing across the room. His body feeling stiff and feels crooked, so he stretched, feeling sweaty and nasty. He ambled into the shower, scrubbing and rubbing at his skin until he doesn't feel quite so "blegh" anymore. After a half hour or so, he stepped out, towel draped across his hips, and he's greeted with the sight of Bilbo, slowly waking up.

Feeling sappy all of a sudden, he takes a long a moment to fully appraise Bilbo, before he notices.

His hair is flattened on one side, the little tufts of curls protruding in weird bunches, looking ridiculously soft. Practically begging to be touched. His large hazel eyes are tainted with sleepiness, heavy and dark, blinking dazedly around the room. He looks a bit nauseous, and probably has a killer hangover, but that doesn't stop Thorin from staring. Bilbo's ridiculously tiny, unbelievably so. His lips are pale, and Thorin can't help but wonder if he can change that, if he can kiss those lips so hard that they swell and bruise, parted slightly, huffing out his breath. He'swearing one of Thorin's old shirts. An old one, from an old local concert of some underground band he used to like. The sight of it, makes Thorin flush with pleasure. He looks dwarfed in it, impossibly small and gorgeous, and more than anything Thorin wants to see him in more of his clothes.

Bilbo fidgets, and his eyes dart around the room, finally finding Thorin. His eyes widen, and a blush spreads on his face. Thorin has to resist from grinning, he loves that blush.

Thorin wants badly to lean across the bed and kiss Bilbo right now. He wants to cradle Bilbo to his chest and kiss him languidly and achingly, to make him cry out and whimper for more.. He wants to touch Bilbo, to run his fingers over his face slowly. He wants to stare at him for hours, to touch and see every freckle every blemish every curve and line. Thorin wants to taste every inch of Bilbo's body until Bilbo is screaming his name. He wants to curl his hands into Bilbo's beautiful ass and never let go.

Thorin feels himself flush with desire for this ridiculous creature not sitting more than six feet from him.

Bilbo says his name carefully, "Thorin." It's so soft, Thorin can barely hear it. He licks his lips slowly, and Thorin's stomach clenches. He wants to kiss him so badly.

"Bilbo." He says in response, voice surprisingly low and hoarse.

Bilbo's blush deepened and Thorin can't help but wonder what he's thinking about.

Bilbo's eyes widen and suddenly he's looking away, away from Thorin, clutching his sheets desperately. "I'm sorry about all of this." He says in quick rush of breath, face coloring into a fiery red. He squabbles to grab for his glasses, perching them on his nose, avoiding Thorin's eyes.

Thorin opens his mouth to say Bilbo has nothing to be sorry for, but it's too late. Bilbo has already stood and walked out the door, pausing to look at Thorin from behind his shoulder before he does.