Jestana (jestana) wrote in feline_artistry,

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Fan Fiction: The Hobbit (G)

Title: Durinson's Coffee
Pairing/Characters: Ori, Dwalin, Dori, Balin, Thorin; Ori/Dwalin, Balin/Dori
Rating: G
Fandom: The Hobbit
Word Count: 1,035
Spoilers: Not really.
Summary: Reactions to the kiss.
Notes/Warnings: Continuation of the coffee shop!au. I have no idea how long it's going to be. Finally, I can officially list Ori/Dwalin as a pairing! Of course, just because they've kissed doesn't mean it's all smooth sailing. That wouldn't be any fun! No beta.

Durinson's Coffee

Ori could hardly believe it: Dwalin kissed him! Not only that, he'd kissed him again and Ori kissed him back! He held tight to Dwalin's jacket to help keep himself steady. When he'd fantasized about kissing Dwalin (which he'd done a lot, to be honest), he'd never thought Dwalin would be this sweet, this tender. Ori rather liked it, to tell the truth. In the end, neither of them ended the kiss: Dori did. "I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU TWO WEREN'T DATING?!"

"That was technically true at the time," Ori told his oldest brother, not yet releasing his hold on Dwalin's jacket.

Dori gave him his patented 'Don't fuck with me' look. "You two sure seemed rather cozy at the time, if I remember correctly."

"We'd barely known each other for three weeks." Dwalin slid his hands down to cover Ori's on his jacket. "We were still getting to know each other then."

Ori stifled a sigh of frustration when Dori folded his arms across his chest. He wasn't going to budge. Though not tall and broad like Dwalin, he was still strong and sturdy. "Which some people do while they're dating."

"We are not some people." Dwalin matched Dori's glare with his own.

Shaking his head, Ori reluctantly freed his hands. "We're not going to budge him, Dwalin."

"Damn straight," Dori chimed in.

Ori glared at him. "I wasn't talking to you." He turned his attention back to Dwalin. "I'll call you about those lessons."

"Just let me know when you're free." Smiling softly at Ori, Dwalin brought his hands up to press kisses to the backs. "Sleep well."

He smiled back and leaned in to kiss Dwalin properly, murmuring against his lips, "Drive safely."

"Always," Dwalin murmured back, turning it into another kiss.

Dori cleared his throat ostentatiously. "That's quite enough, you two."

Rolling his eyes, Ori reluctantly stepped back. Dwalin put his helmet back on and waved one last time before starting the motorcycle and taking off down the street. Once he was out of sight, he turned and brushed past Dori to head down to his apartment. "Why are you here?"

"I wanted to make sure you made it back safely." Dori stood and waited impatiently as Ori unlocked the door. "Nori told me you were having dinner with Dwalin."

Stifling an exasperated sigh, he opened the door and flipped on the light switch. "Would you believe me if I told you tonight was the first time we kissed?"

"Maybe." Dori looked around as he moved further into the apartment. "This looks much better now. I wish you'd asked me for help when you started having trouble."

Ori wasn't sure if he preferred Dori nagging him about his relationship with Dwalin or the fact that he hadn't asked for help. "I've told already you why I didn't. I'm not going to repeat myself."

"You're as bad as Nori."

"Thank you."

"That wasn't a compliment."

* * *

Dwalin whistled to himself as he let himself into the house, putting his helmet and jacket in the hall closet. "How was dinner with Ori, Brother?"

"Delicious." Dwalin shut the closet and proceeded on to the sitting room. "We went to Dain's."

He entered the room just as a different voice asked, "Was my namesake working there tonight?"

"He was, aye." Dwalin flopped into his usual chair and stretched his legs out to nudge Thorin's booted foot with his. "Says 'hi'."

Thorin nudged his foot with his own. "Thanks. Dinner with Ori obviously agreed with you."

"It did and next time we're going somewhere without any family members at all." Dwalin shifted so he could lean down and unbuckle his boots.

He didn't see Balin and Thorin exchanging glances over his head, but he had no doubt that they were. He made a mental bet with himself as to which of them would ask the obvious question. He won (or lost, depending on your point of view) when Balin asked it: "There's definitely going to be a next time?"

"Oh, aye." Tugging his first boot off, Dwalin started on the second one. "And motorcycle lessons as well."

Balin's phone chirped just then and he picked it up to check the text message as Dwalin sat up, wiggling his toes in their socks. His brother raised an eyebrow once he'd finished reading the text. "Dori tells me that he caught you and Ori kissing."

"About damn time," Thorin muttered, slouching further in his chair.

Dwalin rolled his eyes. Of course Dori would complain to Balin. "Dori can't seem to grasp the fact that Ori is a grown man in his own right and he can kiss whomever he likes."

"It seems he takes more exception to the fact that you obviously gave Ori a ride on your bike." Balin finished sending a reply and tucked his phone back into his pocket.

He shook his head. "Ori was perfectly safe. He had a helmet and held on tight the whole time. He quite enjoyed the experience, actually."

"Obviously, if he wants motorcycle lessons." Thorin's eyes were bright with amusement. "What did he hold onto, by the way: the railings or you?"

Dwalin smirked at his friend, sinking back into his chair with a happy sigh. "Me."

"I take it the kiss that Dori saw was mutual?" Balin didn't slouch the way Dwalin and Thorin did, but he relaxed all the same.

Thorin waved a lazy hand before Dwalin could say a word. "Look at his face: of course it was."

"I didn't exactly plan to kiss him." His cheeks grew warm. "It just sort of...happened."

Another chime from Balin's phone and he dug it out of his pocket to check it. As he did that, Thorin told Dwalin: "The best moments are the unplanned ones."

"Excuse me." Balin heaved himself out of his chair and left the room even as he dialed a number, most likely Dori's.

Dwalin smiled wryly and nudged Thorin's foot with his own. "Thanks, by the way."

A lazy smile and a careful return nudge was his only response. Not that either of them need to say more than that. They knew each other well enough by now that words were unnecessary.

Tags: fanfic: tolkien, fanfic: tolkien - coffee
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