Fourteen Ponies

 

Fourteen Ponies

[ Fili/Kili ]



 

The late hour was turning the weedy hills red with sunset when Thorin prepared his troop to settle for the night.  Dismissing Gandalf’s suggestion to seek refuge in Rivendell, the dwarves would camp in the wilderness once again, half-sheltered by dry shrubbery and gnarled trees. Two were to set up a fire, two were to prepare a passable stew, and the rest were to clear out the brush for sleeping arrangements. However, when their uncle assigned them the task of guarding the ponies, Fili and Kili tried their best not to look so pleased that they’d been encumbered with the easiest job.

The brothers led the ponies into a more heavily wooded area a manageable distance away from the camp. Thicker foliage concealed the large herd of sixteen better than the thinner verdure where the dwarves slept. With minimal effort, all horses had been fed, quenched, and tied securely to stable branches by the time darkness had overtaken the land. Kili sat on a fallen tree, occupied with tying a sack of grain shut, when he felt his hair being gently gathered to the side. Fili’s lips immediately followed the sensation, lightly kissing the naked back of his neck,



“They’re all asleep. The Halfling’s on watch.”



Fili maneuvered his way over the large lumber seat and came to stand in front of Kili. The minimal moonlight that evaded the branches illuminated a pleased expression upon the younger dwarf’s face,



“They trust him to keep a sharp eye?” Kili asked, not really caring. He didn’t much care about anything right now that wasn’t Fili, that wasn’t warm and wanting in front of him, that needed to share closeness with him that he hadn’t experienced since before the journey to reclaim their home began. This was long overdue. On a quest where a team must band together for strength, opportunities for two to be alone together did not come often. Kili was already plucking open the leather drawstrings on Fili’s pelt coat.



“They trusted us with the ponies,” Fili answered, his own hands busily undoing Kili’s garments. His fingers fumbled desperately, ears filled with the clicks and clinks of metal buckles and clasps coming undone.



“Ponies don’t need that much looking after,” Kili breathed, taking his brother’s face in between his hands and closing their mouths together as belts and armor fell to the earth. Fili licked at stubble, drawing his tongue down Kili’s chin before moving to mouth and nip at his neck. Kili shut his eyes and wound his fingers into his brother’s golden hair.



Things didn't normally progress this quickly, but when time was limited and needs were peaking, neither had time to lay roses. There was a satisfying rush that came from a need to reconnect with someone whom circumstances had held you from. Their actions teamed with immediacy that visibly trembled through both of them.



Overcoats and metals were cast off and, for now, that would have to suffice. As cautious as they were to ensure that everyone was asleep in a camp a safe distance away, they had to be ready to redress at a moment’s notice. Only what could be spared of their attire was lost.



Hard earth held them as they left their wooden perch, falling to the dirt and grass. The ground was cold and Fili knew he would later need to comb the twigs from his hair but, right now, all he needed was Fili’s tongue to stay hot and wet against his skin.



Fili pushed up his sibling’s cotton shirt, licking a slow line down his sternum before asking if he was ready. Kili’s voice was sticky in his throat and foreign to his own ears when he literally whimpered, “Yes, hurry.” Rolling over, Kili lifted himself onto shaky knees and hands, letting his head fall below his shoulders, and watching his own, dark hair fall around him in his peripheral vision.



Both brothers’ pants were pushed down just enough. Conscious of their lack of lubricant, Fili made every effort to guarantee the substitution of saliva was generous in amount. Spitting onto his fingers, he worked the wetness onto Fili’s backside, then onto himself.



“You need stretching? It’s been a month,” the words had no body, they were barely a whisper.



“I can take it.”



Fili’s lips were on his neck again, “Just let me know.”



With that, Fili pushed in and Kili squeezed the earth in his fists, discretely ripping out grassroots. The younger silenced a yelp by pursing his lips so tight that the noise came out as grunt. Fili fell forward, hooking his jaw on Kili’s shoulder and breathing his brother’s name into his ear mindlessly, moaning and sighing it like a mantra.



Eventually, Kili relaxed to a point where his mouth fell slack and noises were harder to keep in; gravely hums, throaty groans, breathy sighs, sounds that were half voice and half air escaped him. Fili’s breath puffed hot and metrical by his brother’s cheek, his hips bucked with dexterity and precision and the perfected rhythm that was knowing exactly what Kili liked. Both voices strived to be discrete and chorused together in an uncoordinated harmony of hitched gasps and rough murmurs.



“Turn around,” Fili begged more than commanded. Kili readily complied and shifted to let his back meet the ground once more. Fili reentered so unintentionally needy that Kili actually loved it, arching and gripping fistfuls of his sibling’s shirt, pulling him downward. Mouths met once more, slick and clumsy. Kili held Fili’s face between his hands, pushing back the braids of his brother’s beard so he could completely savor the hungry kisses.



Fili held Kili beneath the bends of his knees, lifting his hips off the ground. When the pitch of Fili’s voice began to scale higher, neither was far from their apex. Fili pressed his low whine into the kiss, Kili threw his head back and cried. Brows furrowed, abdomens curled tight, wordless confessions sounded, and it was over.



Rattled, Kili couldn’t yet open his eyes while he gasped for air. Not until Fili smoothed the mussed hair off of his cheek and kissed his forehead did he slowly blink them open. Pupils still blown wide, Kili drank in the sight of a brother who was just as spent as he; one just as satisfied, and just as happy. Fili cupped his face, running a thumb over his cheek to comfort him as Kili occasionally twitched with aftershocks.



“Needed that,” Kili exhaled.



“Needed you,” Fili smiled.



Only once the two dwarves had collected themselves, redressed, and set their hair in order did they notice that there were fewer ponies than there should have been.

           

 

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