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It had been ages since Luke had seen the tall, English gentleman that has positively wrecked him. Even without make up, and with short hair, there was something about him that still felt perhaps not dwarvish any more, but still Kingly.
It was a fundraiser and they were both there with pretty dates that they couldn’t care less about. Luke felt bad about basically using the poor girl he was with as a prop, but these sorts of functions were just another obligation for him, and now he was wishing he hadn’t agreed at all, since she was hovering around him like a lost child.
Richard’s date seemed more gregarious. Opposites Attract. Luke thought, trying hard not to stare, in case Richard noticed. They both played their parts, providing idle chit chat with people neither one of them would remember the next day, long into the night.
By the end of the night, Luke’s date had gotten the picture, and had given up on him, taking a cab home while he stuck around, watching everyone else trickle out of the event. Richard finally came up to him, his date nowhere in sight.
“Didn’t know you’d be here.” He started.
“It was a private guest list.” Luke replied.
“It’s been a while.”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to get a drink and catch up?”
“I think I’m at my limit.” Luke says, turning towards the door, and walking away with butterflies in his stomach.
That night, alone in his flat, he’s kicking himself, wondering if refusing was the right thing.
A drink would have lead back to Richard’s place like it always had. And that would have led to fucking, like it always did. And Luke wasn’t sure he could take any more of Richard’s indecisiveness.
The way Richard looked at him was intoxicating, like he would devour him whole. And he did. But Luke couldn’t stand the way he’d close off once they were done.
He wasn’t opposed to a fling or a no strings attached engagement, had had enough of them himself over the years. And the first time he and Richard had fallen into bed together, on a lumpy trailer bed on the set of The Hobbit, he had fully understood that it was just a way to pass the time while they were in New Zealand.
But when they’d returned to their lives in London, something changed. The late night rendezvous when the rest of the crew were busy or not looking morphed into dates where they’d actually talk. About projects, inspiration, hobbies, and just how their days were going. They always ended in sex, but somewhere along the way, Luke caught feelings for the tall northerner whose eyes pierced his heart.
And that’s when he knew he was fucked. If Richard was anything, it was non committal. Luke knew that from the beginning, and he was smart enough to know he couldn’t change that. It broke his heart to pull away, but it was best to stop it before it was too late.
Richard didn’t seem to notice the dates were less frequent, and eventually stopped completely, or at least he never said anything to Luke about it. Which broke his heart even more, leaving him to second guess why he’d ever gotten involved with him in the first place.
Luke was positively resigned to spending the rest of the night pondering his mistakes in misery, when his phone buzzed.
It was a text, from Richard.
“ I wish you’d come out with me. I’ve missed you.”
How was he supposed to respond to that?
“I’ve missed you, too.” he admitted, kicking himself as he sent the text.
“I could come over...” He offered back.
Luke knew exactly what that ellipses meant.
“ Yeah. Ok.” He said, cursing himself for not being stronger.
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When Richard came to the door, Luke was still in the shower. He heard the knock and considered ignoring it. But Richard was a patient man, so Luke wrapped himself in a towel, and went to the door.
“Good evening.” Richard said.
“Good evening.”
Luke gulped as he felt Richard’s eyes sweep over his body, paying special attention to his exposed chest.
“Come in.” He finally managed to say, and Richard followed him. Luke could feel his eyes on his back. He took a deep breath, luxuriating in how good it felt to be so wanted.
“I’m grabbing a shirt. I’ll just be a minute.” He says as Richard sits down on the sofa.
“Don’t change on my account.” He teases. Or, at least Luke thinks he’s teasing.
He smiles uncomfortably, then exits to the bedroom, pulling on sweats and a shirt at breakneck pace.
“Do you want a drink?” He asks.
“What do you have?”
“What do you want, I’ll have it.”
“All stocked up, are we?”
“That’s me.”
“I’ll just have wine, if you have any.”
Luke had uncorked a bottle last night and still had some left. He wondered if he should open another, but didn’t think Richard’s arrival deserved it. He poured the rest of last night’s bottle into a glass, and made a whiskey neat for himself, taking a final shot before leaving the kitchen.
Richard was lounging on the couch like he owned the place. Luke never understood how he could be so reserved and tight with everyone else, but look so at ease when they were alone. He felt like he had soaked up all of Richard’s missing anxiety, and took a big gulp of his drink.
“How have you been?” Richard asked.
“Fine. And yourself?”
“It’s been a roller coaster. Lots of work lately.” And it had been true. The man had been working non stop. Even if they’d wanted to see each other- which they hadn’t- it would have been damned near impossible.
“Are you enjoying it?”
“As much as you can you know.” There was a pause, Richard broke it. “Of course, it’s really nothing like The Hobbit.” And he raised his eyes suggestively. Which he always had to do. He was switching into sex mode, and Luke hated how much he liked it.
“Those were the good old days, weren’t they?”
“Oh, come now, it hasn’t been that long.”
“It feels like centuries ago.”
“Nothing like. It was practically last week. Come sit with me. Let’s reminisce.”
God, he wasn’t even being clever- and Richard could be very clever. Why was Luke letting this work?
Because he wanted it. It was so annoying. He wouldn’t usually put up with this. But Richard had an all access pass to Luke’s heart, and he was desperate for any scrap of attention he would give him. So he moved over to the sofa, and Richard moved in closer to him.
He pulled Luke in and gave him a kiss on the lip, then a smile that could melt icebergs.
“That’s better.” He told Luke. And it did feel better, it was always better to be touched by Richard.
“Are you just reliving your glory days, Thorin?”
Richard laughed. He didn’t really like being called Thorin, as much as he’d loved the part, and Luke knew it.
“I’m just enjoying your company.” He replied. “Nothing wrong with enjoying each others company, is there?”
“I s’pose not.” Luke said, as Richard inched closer, nearly on him now.
He kissed Luke’s neck, his tongue tracing circles on the skin and it felt so good. Luke ran a hand through Richard’s hair as he grazed his shoulder with his teeth.
He moved back up, pulling Luke into a fiery kiss, all tongues and wandering hands. Luke could feel himself getting aroused, and cursed his body, then cursed Richard’s as he moved his hands across his stomach, which was in even better shape than the last time they’d done this.
Richard let out a soft moan as Luke’s hands traced their way down his abs and onto his belt buckle. He’d gotten past the part where he cursed himself, his lust over powering any sort of willpower he might have had.
Richard pulled off the shirt Luke had just put on, and threw it carelessly to the floor, immediately moving back to put his lips around one of Luke’s nipples. Luke wondered how many other sensitive spots Richard remembered on him, but didn’t have time to think of it, because he was moving his hand inside Luke’s sweats, reaching for, and easily finding, his cock.
He let out a soft moan as Richard’s hand grazed him. He nuzzled against Richard’s neck, hoping to keep his whimpers to a minimum. While he was there, he planted a wet kiss that sent a visible shiver down Richard’s spine.
He looked up at Luke.
“Bedroom.” he commanded, and Luke unwrapped himself from Richard and led the way.
They fell onto the bed, kissing the whole time, and Richard climbed on top of Luke. He moves down the bed, pulling off Luke’s pants in the process, and wrapping his hand around his cock.
There’s nothing like the way Richard looks when he’s got his lips wrapped around Luke’s cock. He wants to memorize the entire image, but he’s not thinking super clearly as Richard moves down, inch by inch, staring up at him the whole time.
Luke digs his hands into Richard’s hair, holding on for dear life as Richard’s mouth and tongue work their magic. It’s absolutely thrilling, as always. Richard holds Luke’s hips down as he bobs his head, giving Luke a dizzying high. He’s about to come and Richard knows it as he slides off with a devilish smile.
“You’re a monster.” Luke says. And he just flashes that smile again.
“I know.” He gets off the bed and quickly strips, grabbing one of Luke’s legs and pulling, giving him the signal to flip over.
The comforter and his stomach don’t feel anywhere near as good on Luke’s cock as Richard’s mouth did, but as Richard’s mouth parts his cheeks, he almost forgives him.
Richard has a sharp with and a fast tongue, and he’s finally using it for what it’s meant for as he darts in and out of his hole. He tortures Luke for a minute, but when he starts squirming under his mouth, Richard graciously slips a finger inside, then another.
Luke moans against the burn and the pressure that simply isn’t enough.
“Where’s your lube?” Richard asks.
“In the bathroom cabinet.” Richard gets up.
“Why the hell do you keep it there?”
“What do you care?”
“It’s weird, is all.” he says, coming out holding the lube and a condom.
“Not that you need to know, but I like to jerk off in the bathroom.”
Richard is rolling the condom over his cock.
“You’re full of weird little surprises.” He says, moving his hands up Luke’s legs in a delicious tease.
Luke opens wider, and the second Richard is inside him, electric shivers run through his body. Richard finds the right spot and pace, and lays his hands on Luke’s hips, digging into them with each thrust.
Richard’s prepped him so well, Luke knows he’s not going to last, and he drives backwards into Richard, hard, wanting to wreck him as much as he’s being destroyed. It’s a battle again, like it always is, and he doesn’t want to let Richard win like he always does.
Richard throws in a wild card though, holding Luke with one hand, and wrapping the other around his cock. Luke lets out a low moan, knowing he’s fucked, and spills over Richard’s hand, the blanket, and his own stomach.
He can feel Richard smirking, knows that this is what gets him off, and it only takes another few well placed thrusts to get him over the end, too.
He falls off Luke, immediately pulling off the condom. Luke turns onto his side, and watches as Richard flings the condom towards the trashcan.
“You missed.”
“Oh well.”
“You’re disgusting.”
“You can’t get enough of it.”
Luke sighs, because it’s absolutely true. He’s spent, so he’s back to hating himself.
Richard is asleep in a matter of minutes. Nude, content, and oblivious to exactly how beautiful his eyelashes look when he’s sleeping, how the gentle movement of his stomach curls Luke’s toes. Luke sighs, disappointed with his heart again, and gets up to pull back on his sweats before he crawls into bed.
The next morning, Richard wakes up with a jolt. It takes him a few minutes to remember where he is.
“Morning.” Luke says, beside him, reading the paper.
“Morning.” Richard responds. Luke gives him a minute to regain his bearings.
“So, what now?” he asks. Richard thinks for a minute, wondering what he’s really asking. He never knows what Luke means and it drives him crazy, but it keeps him coming back for more, too.
“Breakfast?”
Luke shrugs. He’s never spent the whole night with Richard before, so he has no idea what this means.
“Sure. Breakfast.”