Fan Fiction: The Hobbit (R)
Title: Durinson's Coffee
Pairing/Characters: Ori, Dwalin, Dori; Ori/Dwalin
Rating: R
Fandom: The Hobbit
Word Count: 1,205
Spoilers: Not really.
Summary: Dwalin visits Ori, as does Dori.
Notes/Warnings: Continuation of the coffee shop!au. Apologies for the delay. School fried my brain. In fact, updates will probably continue to be sporadic. No beta.
Durinson's Coffee
Pleased as Ori was to see Dwalin the next day, the look on his face worried him. "Is something wrong?"
"Ruan's finally started acting like a sulky teenager," Dwalin told him, entering the apartment when Ori opened the door wider in silent invitation. "He stormed off to his room in a huff last o
Ori glanced at the clock on the wall, distracting himself from the worry that Ruan had stormed off to his room because of him. "It's almost lunchtime."
"I know." Dwalin sighed and slumped onto the sofa while Ori closed the door. "Balin's keeping an eye on him while I'm here with you."
He hesitated beside the sofa, fidgeting with the hem of his t-shirt. "You don't have to stay if you're needed elsewhere."
"I'm right where I need to be," Dwalin informed him, reaching up to take Ori's hand in his and give it a tug.
The tug was enough to unbalance Ori, who then fell on top of Dwalin on the sofa. He arched an eyebrow at his lover, a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. "You could've asked, you know."
"Where's the fun in that?" he murmured, leaning down to kiss Ori softly.
He returned the kiss happily, but pulled back before they could get carried away. "We still need to talk."
Dwalin pressed a kiss to the side of Ori's neck, the spot that he knew was particularly sensitive. "We can talk later."
"No, we should talk now." Reluctantly, he pulled himself out of Dwalin's arms and curled up in the chair opposite the sofa.
Sighing his frustration, Dwalin nodded and pushed himself into a more upright position. "All right, what do you want to talk about?"
"I'd like to spend time with you outside work." Ori drew his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. "I know it won't be the same as it was before, but it felt like we'd gone back in time to when we barely knew each other."
Nodding again, Dwalin folded his hands in his lap. "I want that, too." He looked sheepish. "I didn't mean to ignore you."
"I know." He smiled reassuringly, dropping one leg to dangle from the chair. "Raising children takes a lot of time and attention. All I'm asking for is a larger portion of yours."
"You'll get it, I promise." Standing up, he crossed to brace his hands on the arm of Ori's chair and lean down, pressing their foreheads together. "Don't hesitate to remind me if your portion starts shrinking."
Ori released his other leg so he could slide his hands up and down Dwalin's arms, tracing the tattoos with his fingers. "I'll certainly do that, I can assure you of that."
"Good." Dwalin leaned closer, bare inches separating their lips. "Is there anything else?"
He licked his lips and shook his head. "Not that I can think of."
"Excellent." With that, he closed the distance between them, kissing Ori hungrily.
This time, he returned Dwalin's kiss with matched hunger.
* * *
Dwalin liked when he woke up before Ori. A natural early riser, his lover usually slipped from the bed while Dwalin still slept and either started making breakfast if they were at his apartment, or joined Balin if they were at Dwalin and Balin's house. Since it was late afternoon, Dwalin woke before Ori, pleasantly sore from 'groveling' for forgiveness. He'd have happily remained where he was, enjoying the feel of Ori curled up against him, but certain biological urges made it necessary to get up. Pressing a kiss to Ori's forehead, he carefully slipped out of the bed. Dwalin retrieved his boxers from the floor on his way to the bathroom. Once he'd relieved himself and cleaned up, he poked through the cupboards in the kitchenette in hopes of finding something he could cook for the two of them.
The doorbell rang before he found anything. Dwalin glanced down at his boxers and shrugged. Whoever it was knew about him and Ori anyway. His current appearance wasn't like to shock anyone. He opened the door to find Dori waiting on the other side. The other man's pleasant smile gave way to shock when he saw Dwalin, closely followed by fury as he took in Dwalin's clothes--or lack thereof. "What are you doing here?"
"Visiting Ori," Dwalin answered calmly, stepping aside so Dori could enter. "Why else would I be here?"
"Corrupting him more like." Dori poked Dwalin's sternum with his index finger once he'd come inside.
He pushed the offending finger away as he closed the door. "I'd hardly call it corrupting when Ori was a very willing participant. In fact, you could say that he corrupted me, since he did the fucking earlier."
"Not my sweet, innocent Ori." Dori looked horrified and part of Dwalin was surprised that he didn't clutch at his chest, too.
Both of them turned when Ori spoke up from the bed, his voice sleepy yet firm. "I haven't been innocent for years, Dori." Noticing Dwalin's raised eyebrow, he added, "I read porn, so sue me."
"Not going to happen, considering some of the ideas you probably got from it." Dwalin grinned as he remembered some of the things Ori had suggested they try.
Dori could only sputter as Ori got up and crossed to the three-drawer chest he'd bought to pull out a clean pair of boxers and put them on. "Exactly. If you know where to look, you don't remain innocent for long."
"And you certainly knew where to look." He held out his arm to Ori and smiled when his lover slid in beside him, kissing his cheek.
Ori winked. "I did." He turned back to his brother. "I don't know why you're making such a fuss about this. You've known that we're together. What did you think we've been doing all these months? Watching movies?"
"Certainly not--" Dori waved his hands ineffectually, though it was clear what he meant.
Dwalin glanced at Ori, wondering how he wanted to handle this. Ori rolled his eyes. "You might as well get used to the idea, Dori. We're quite happy together."
"You're so young, though." Dori didn't seem to know where to look.
Ori rolled his eyes. "I'm twenty-five, Dori. I'm not a little kid anymore and I'd very much appreciate it if you started treating me like an adult."
Dori sighed heavily. "You're right. I have been treating you like a kid lately and for that, I apologize." He looked at Dwalin, his brown eyes steely. "You be good to Ori. I served in the navy, so I can kick your ass."
"You'd have to work hard to do it." Dwalin grinned, amused by the threat. "I served in the army."
Next to Dwalin, Ori gave an exasperated sigh. "If you two are quite finished posturing?" He looked at his brother. "What brought you here?"
"I wanted to check on you and see if you'd like to go have lunch." Dori glanced at Dwalin. "Clearly, you have other plans, so we can do lunch another time."
Smiling, Ori stepped forward and hugged Dori. "We will, I promise."
"Good." Dori left after hugging Ori and shaking Dwalin's hand.
End
Pairing/Characters: Ori, Dwalin, Dori; Ori/Dwalin
Rating: R
Fandom: The Hobbit
Word Count: 1,205
Spoilers: Not really.
Summary: Dwalin visits Ori, as does Dori.
Notes/Warnings: Continuation of the coffee shop!au. Apologies for the delay. School fried my brain. In fact, updates will probably continue to be sporadic. No beta.
Durinson's Coffee
Pleased as Ori was to see Dwalin the next day, the look on his face worried him. "Is something wrong?"
"Ruan's finally started acting like a sulky teenager," Dwalin told him, entering the apartment when Ori opened the door wider in silent invitation. "He stormed off to his room in a huff last o
Ori glanced at the clock on the wall, distracting himself from the worry that Ruan had stormed off to his room because of him. "It's almost lunchtime."
"I know." Dwalin sighed and slumped onto the sofa while Ori closed the door. "Balin's keeping an eye on him while I'm here with you."
He hesitated beside the sofa, fidgeting with the hem of his t-shirt. "You don't have to stay if you're needed elsewhere."
"I'm right where I need to be," Dwalin informed him, reaching up to take Ori's hand in his and give it a tug.
The tug was enough to unbalance Ori, who then fell on top of Dwalin on the sofa. He arched an eyebrow at his lover, a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. "You could've asked, you know."
"Where's the fun in that?" he murmured, leaning down to kiss Ori softly.
He returned the kiss happily, but pulled back before they could get carried away. "We still need to talk."
Dwalin pressed a kiss to the side of Ori's neck, the spot that he knew was particularly sensitive. "We can talk later."
"No, we should talk now." Reluctantly, he pulled himself out of Dwalin's arms and curled up in the chair opposite the sofa.
Sighing his frustration, Dwalin nodded and pushed himself into a more upright position. "All right, what do you want to talk about?"
"I'd like to spend time with you outside work." Ori drew his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. "I know it won't be the same as it was before, but it felt like we'd gone back in time to when we barely knew each other."
Nodding again, Dwalin folded his hands in his lap. "I want that, too." He looked sheepish. "I didn't mean to ignore you."
"I know." He smiled reassuringly, dropping one leg to dangle from the chair. "Raising children takes a lot of time and attention. All I'm asking for is a larger portion of yours."
"You'll get it, I promise." Standing up, he crossed to brace his hands on the arm of Ori's chair and lean down, pressing their foreheads together. "Don't hesitate to remind me if your portion starts shrinking."
Ori released his other leg so he could slide his hands up and down Dwalin's arms, tracing the tattoos with his fingers. "I'll certainly do that, I can assure you of that."
"Good." Dwalin leaned closer, bare inches separating their lips. "Is there anything else?"
He licked his lips and shook his head. "Not that I can think of."
"Excellent." With that, he closed the distance between them, kissing Ori hungrily.
This time, he returned Dwalin's kiss with matched hunger.
* * *
Dwalin liked when he woke up before Ori. A natural early riser, his lover usually slipped from the bed while Dwalin still slept and either started making breakfast if they were at his apartment, or joined Balin if they were at Dwalin and Balin's house. Since it was late afternoon, Dwalin woke before Ori, pleasantly sore from 'groveling' for forgiveness. He'd have happily remained where he was, enjoying the feel of Ori curled up against him, but certain biological urges made it necessary to get up. Pressing a kiss to Ori's forehead, he carefully slipped out of the bed. Dwalin retrieved his boxers from the floor on his way to the bathroom. Once he'd relieved himself and cleaned up, he poked through the cupboards in the kitchenette in hopes of finding something he could cook for the two of them.
The doorbell rang before he found anything. Dwalin glanced down at his boxers and shrugged. Whoever it was knew about him and Ori anyway. His current appearance wasn't like to shock anyone. He opened the door to find Dori waiting on the other side. The other man's pleasant smile gave way to shock when he saw Dwalin, closely followed by fury as he took in Dwalin's clothes--or lack thereof. "What are you doing here?"
"Visiting Ori," Dwalin answered calmly, stepping aside so Dori could enter. "Why else would I be here?"
"Corrupting him more like." Dori poked Dwalin's sternum with his index finger once he'd come inside.
He pushed the offending finger away as he closed the door. "I'd hardly call it corrupting when Ori was a very willing participant. In fact, you could say that he corrupted me, since he did the fucking earlier."
"Not my sweet, innocent Ori." Dori looked horrified and part of Dwalin was surprised that he didn't clutch at his chest, too.
Both of them turned when Ori spoke up from the bed, his voice sleepy yet firm. "I haven't been innocent for years, Dori." Noticing Dwalin's raised eyebrow, he added, "I read porn, so sue me."
"Not going to happen, considering some of the ideas you probably got from it." Dwalin grinned as he remembered some of the things Ori had suggested they try.
Dori could only sputter as Ori got up and crossed to the three-drawer chest he'd bought to pull out a clean pair of boxers and put them on. "Exactly. If you know where to look, you don't remain innocent for long."
"And you certainly knew where to look." He held out his arm to Ori and smiled when his lover slid in beside him, kissing his cheek.
Ori winked. "I did." He turned back to his brother. "I don't know why you're making such a fuss about this. You've known that we're together. What did you think we've been doing all these months? Watching movies?"
"Certainly not--" Dori waved his hands ineffectually, though it was clear what he meant.
Dwalin glanced at Ori, wondering how he wanted to handle this. Ori rolled his eyes. "You might as well get used to the idea, Dori. We're quite happy together."
"You're so young, though." Dori didn't seem to know where to look.
Ori rolled his eyes. "I'm twenty-five, Dori. I'm not a little kid anymore and I'd very much appreciate it if you started treating me like an adult."
Dori sighed heavily. "You're right. I have been treating you like a kid lately and for that, I apologize." He looked at Dwalin, his brown eyes steely. "You be good to Ori. I served in the navy, so I can kick your ass."
"You'd have to work hard to do it." Dwalin grinned, amused by the threat. "I served in the army."
Next to Dwalin, Ori gave an exasperated sigh. "If you two are quite finished posturing?" He looked at his brother. "What brought you here?"
"I wanted to check on you and see if you'd like to go have lunch." Dori glanced at Dwalin. "Clearly, you have other plans, so we can do lunch another time."
Smiling, Ori stepped forward and hugged Dori. "We will, I promise."
"Good." Dori left after hugging Ori and shaking Dwalin's hand.
End