Thorin's Hussy 🤧

Professor Welshire, or Professor Ori as he prefers to be called, sits hunched over the computer, typing away in response to the latest email concerning another student who needs help with an assignment. This year marks 5 years since he began teaching his advanced creative writing course. Professor Ori holds high standards for his students, while encouraging their gifts and offering a helping hand whenever they struggle. Tonight is the professor’s office hours, a time he sets aside to give support to students and in-person.

The last grain of sand trickles down the hourglass, signifying another hour has passed; it is now 7 p.m. Professor Ori leans back in the brown leather office chair and stretches both arms above his head. After releasing his arms from the stretch, he grabs a red coffee mug that reads "Professor of the Year" in white bold letters, a gift from one of his adoring students. Ori brings the mug to his lips and makes a face of disgust.

"Ugh, the tea's gone cold, time for a refill," he says to himself as he rolls the chair back from the cherry oak desk. Ori's tea thermos sits on a matching end table beside a sage-colored loveseat. He considers laying down to rest his back between the inviting cushions but thinks better of it, as a nap would be inevitable. Ori pours the steaming liquid into the mug and takes a few sips before heading back to his desk to finish responding to the remaining emails.

As he situates himself back into the leather chair, Ori hears another ping echo from the desktop speakers. The professor squints through his glasses as he reads the name of the sender from the monitor: "Fíli Durin". Ori takes a deep breath, sits down, and sips a few bits of his tea. Ori chuckles as he reads the subject line: "Professor Ori HELP! ASAP!" Ori shakes his head in exasperation and opens the email.

In his few years of teaching, Ori has encountered panicked students before, and receiving these kinds of emails is unsurprisingly common during finals season. He has a talent for reassuring students and guiding them smoothly through the creative writing process. However, it did puzzle him to receive such an email from Mr. Durin, who is usually laid back and easygoing.

Fíli Durin is one of Ori's favorite students. He is a bit older than the rest of his classmates, the majority of whom are in their late teens and twenties. From what Ori knows, Fíli is in his mid-30s, not too much older than Ori, and works as a construction site manager. The students affectionately refer to him as Fix-It-Fíli. Fíli doesn't mind this, as he occasionally wears his hard hat to class to fully commit to the bit. Ori notices he gets along with the younger students well and brings an atmosphere of humor and maturity to the classroom. He and Fíli chat briefly before class and have built up a good rapport. Ori can gauge that Fíli is passionate about the course and lauds him for returning to college to pursue his degree.

Ori opens the attachment and quickly scans the student's final draft. "Ah okay, I see what can be improved upon. Let me just add some notes here and here," Ori murmurs to himself. He saves the feedback and attaches the file with the reply:

Good evening, Mr. Durin! Please take a look at the notes I've attached. They should help you move past any difficulties you're having with your paper. Do not hesitate to reach out if you need any further assistance. Best of luck, Professor Ori W.

Before Ori can press send, there follows a series of hard, frenzied knocks at the office door. "Hold on, hold on, I'm coming!" Ori says loudly as he leaps from his chair. A small bit of fear surges through him, as Ori half expects there to be an emergency with the way the person pounds on the door.

Ori cautiously opens the door, his previous concerns alleviated when he sees who is behind the flurry of knocks. It is Mr. Durin himself, who appears to be very upset. Fíli is dressed in his work attire: a blue flannel button-up, black tank top, dark blue jeans with bits of dried concrete, and brown work boots. He clutches his silver laptop in one hand, with his free hand holding his cellphone.

"Professor Wels—I—I mean Professor Ori! I'm sorry to show up at the last minute, but I was in the campus library and I wanted to know if you got my email? I really need your help! I'm this close to setting my paper on fucking fire and flinging myself off the humanities building roof! I just ne— Can I please come in?" Ori has little time to gather his thoughts before Fíli is already in his office.

Ori closes the door and gestures for Fíli to take a seat in the spare office chair across from the desk. "Now, now Mr. Durin, no need for that! Let's get you calm before we proceed. Would you like some tea?" Ori offers as he reaches for a styrofoam cup inside his lunch bag.

"Um sure, professor. I'd like that, actually," Fíli replies timidly as he studies Ori, who is already pouring the tea from the thermos into the cup. Something about the way the warm light from the end table lamp dances on Professor Ori's sandy brown hair and peachy skin entrances Fíli. He has never noticed how attractive his professor is before tonight, or maybe Fíli is just tired and experiencing the professor's kindness brings a sense of relief. Yes, that's what it is: relief. Fíli takes a deep breath to clear those thoughts from his head as he reverts his attention back to his laptop, which is propped on the free space of the professor's desk.

"Here you go, black tea with mint! It's nice and warm," Ori says with a smile as he places the styrofoam cup onto the coaster in front of Fíli. He lightly pats Fíli's shoulder to comfort him before making his way back to his side of the desk. Fíli can still feel the touch of Ori's hand on his shoulder; something about it lingers.

"Mr. Durin, I did receive your email and replied before you came to visit," Ori states as he situates himself in the chair.

"Oh shit—I mean, shoot! I didn't take the time to check! Did you know the library's 3rd floor has the slowest Wi-Fi? Let me see real quick. Oh, huh? There it is!? Damn, I'm so sorry for barging in, Professor O. Maybe I should go? Yeah?" Fíli rambles as he closes his laptop, gritting his teeth in embarrassment as he begins to rise from his seat.

"Nonsense!" Ori utters as he gestures for Fíli to stay seated. "You came all the way here. And very quickly, I might add. The library is quite a distance from the humanities building. I'm surprised you're not tired from that walk," Ori says jokingly as he turns to his computer to pull up Fíli's paper.

Fíli rubs the back of his head sheepishly. "Ah well, I kinda ran here, haha," he says, casting his eyes toward the floor.

"Ran!? My word, Mr. Durin. You're considerably fast. Then again, you're impressively fit, so I suppose it's not that much of a surprise, is it?" Ori replies, smiling warmly as he reaches for the mug to finish his tea. Fíli blushes as the phrase "impressively fit" repeats itself in his mind in the professor's voice. What the hell is happening? Fíli thinks to himself as he begins to nervously bounce his leg.

During the next couple hours, The professor graciously guides Fíli while he rewrites the problematic sections of his final draft. "You have great ideas, Fíli, however they could be fleshed out a tad more," Ori adds. Fíli agrees and thanks the professor many times over for his patience. Fíli is impressed by how Ori can be so attentive to him whilst tentatively responding to the remaining emails from the other students.

Every so often, Fíli looks up from his laptop and meets the professor's eyes. They both smile and return to their respective tasks. A couple of hours fly by since Ori began his session with Fíli. After Fíli's final draft is complete and all emails are done, they spend the last hour of the session talking and engaging in deeper conversation than they normally would outside of class.

"My, look at the time, it's 9 p.m. already? I'd love to continue our conversation, but I do not wish to keep you from the rest of your studies, Mr. Durin," Ori remarks as he massages his neck and begins packing up items from his desk.

"Oh hey, it's fine, Professor O. I'm pretty sure I've got the other finals in the bag. If um, you're not too busy, I wouldn't mind hanging out with you a bit longer," Fíli says, nearly murmuring the last sentence as he bashfully rubs the back of his head.

Ori blinks in surprise as he places his bag back on the floor. "N-no, I'm not busy at all. I really enjoy your company, Mr. Durin," Ori says breathlessly, as if it were a confession.

"Oh? I enjoy you—ah, your company as well, Professor O. And please call me Fíli! I've shared way too many embarrassing childhood stories with you tonight for us to be so formal, haha." Fíli grins as he fiddles with the buttons on his shirt.

"Well, Fíli it is then! My neck and back are a wreck, I'm going to relax on the couch. I hope you don't mind." Ori smiles as he stands from the office chair and indulges in another stretch.

This does not go unnoticed by Fíli, who catches a glimpse of Ori's happy-trail peaking beneath the brown patterned vest and white button up. He wonders to himself just how far it extends below the waistline of Ori's black dress pants. Fili gulps anxiously as he pivots in the office chair and watches Ori walk over to the loveseat.

"No, of course not! Y-you mind if I join you on the couch? It looks mighty comfortable.", Fíli utters, feeling the question may be too forward.

Ori is taken aback by Fíli's question and feels his heart skip a beat. Why am I nervous? Ori thinks to himself. " It's Fíli. My student and acquaintance. That's all. Just Fíli.", he assures himself. "Ah—ahem, sure, Fíli. I don't mind at all. Come, make yourself comfortable," Ori says, composing himself as he pats the cushion next to him.

Fíli rises from the spare office chair and makes little haste as he speeds across the room to the inviting couch, almost knocking his laptop off the table. Ori sits partially reclined, with his back and neck relaxing on the softest part of the love seat, laying his head back and resting his eyes from the harsh light of the computer monitor.

Fíli sits straight with his hands in his lap; he can't help but stare at Ori as he relaxes serenely next to him. Fíli sighs, hesitant to break the silence. He stretches his arm over the back of the loveseat and crosses his ankles, hoping to be as relaxed as Ori is in this moment. Fíli allows his hand to drop onto the couch cushion and accidentally touches Ori's hand.

They both jump at the contact, with Ori's eyes flying open. "Oh, ah, I'm sorry Professor O! I—I didn't mean to disturb you," Fíli mutters in a panic as he places his own hand back in his lap. Ori smiles sweetly as he reaches for Fíli's hand to place it back on the plump cushion and resumes his meditation. His touch is gentle, with meaning behind it. Fíli's eyes are wide as he feels himself nearly crumble under Ori's touch.

Fili's cheeks turn hot and his heart begins racing. What am I doing? he asks himself. He's my professor. "Gah... but he's so damn cute." Fíli immediately covers his mouth for he has mistakenly said the last part out loud. Ori's eyes flutter open; he is still reclined, staring through his long eyelashes.

"You think I'm cute? Is that right, Fíli?" he speaks slyly.

"Fuck! You weren't supposed to hear tha—I mean ye—aw crap!" Fíli stutters, flustered and embarrassed that his secret thoughts are exposed. Fíli's head drops into his hands as he groans in frustration.

"Maybe I should go. I—" Fíli begins, hesitant.

"No, it's really okay, Fíli," Ori interrupts softly. "You know, you're kind of cute yourself. No, more than cute. You're actually quite handsome—ruggedly handsome, if I may say so," Ori confesses, his smile warm and inviting as he nervously bites his bottom lip. "See, now we're even. The question is, what are we going to do about it?" Ori teases playfully as he sits up and turns to face Fíli. Ori's hand reaches for Fíli's and gently holds it.

Fíli blinks, a mixture of shock and disbelief washing over him as his brain still tingles from the touch he felt earlier. "I um, I can think of one thing," Fíli says shyly as he moves closer to Ori. Fíli feels frozen with anxiety, doubtful if his next move will be well received.

Ori senses his hesitation and cups Fíli's face, his hand dragging through Fíli's lush golden beard. "How about this," Ori says slyly, as his breath brushes against the curve of Fíli’s lips. Fíli follows instinctively as he grabs the back of Ori's head, bringing him deeper into the kiss. Their tongues dance and their lips softly envelop each other. Ori moans into the kiss, which sends a shockwave through Fíli's brain, pushing him deeper into the ecstasy of the moment.

As the kiss ends and the vibration from their lips still lingers, both dwarves open their eyes, still shaken by the heated kiss. Fíli feels his member bulging through his jeans as he stares into Ori's lust-filled eyes. "Perhaps we should continue this elsewhere," Fíli whispers in a raspy tone as he caresses Ori's cheek.

"No. Nowhere else. It's fine here," Ori says sternly, his eyes growing darker with desire.

Fíli finds himself even more aroused by the usually gentle professor's commanding tone and nods his head in agreement. "Whatever you say, Professor O," Fíli whispers as he begins to unbutton his flannel shirt. Ori interrupts Fíli's hands and takes their place as he quickly undoes the buttons.

"Someone's eager," Fíli smirks as he feels Ori's hands slide over his torso.

Ori shoots his eyes up and chuckles quietly. "Hey now, don't make fun. I can see from the tent in your pants that you're just as eager," Ori says as his free hand brushes over Fíli's bulge. Fíli moans deeply as he feels himself caving under Ori's hand.

Fíli licks his lips and goes in for another kiss as Ori pushes the flannel shirt off Fíli's body and guides him onto his back. Fíli's hands run through Ori's hair as the professor caresses his lips over Fíli's chest. Ori sits up and straddles Fíli as he quickly discards his brown vest and undos his own white dress shirt and places his glasses onto the coffee table. Fíli is in awe of the professor's soft, luscious body as he caresses his hands over Ori's sandy-haired chest and wanders to his belt buckle, but they are stopped by a swat on the hand.

"Hey now, what gives?" Fíli says with a light laugh.

"It's not your turn yet," Ori winks as he places a peck on Fíli's lips and resumes kissing his chest.

Ori's kisses venture lower as his lips glide over Fíli's navel and hipline. Ori hastily undos Fíli's belt and begins pulling down his pants. Fíli aids the professor by wiggling out of the pants and kicking off his shoes simultaneously. Ori places his hand over the prominent bulge and tenderly caresses Fíli's stiffness through his boxers.

Fíli exhales sharply as he lies still and allows Ori to take control. Ori, still fully dressed, begins to rock his own erection against Fíli's thick thigh. Ori slides down Fíli's boxers just enough for his member to flop out. There it is, fully erect and glistening with precum. Ori glides his tongue over the head. His tongue travels to the shaft, making sure to use the tip of his tongue to tease along the prominent vein. Fíli moans as he tosses his head back.

"Look at me, Fíli, I know you want to," Ori says as he pulls his tongue away from Fíli's sensitive member. Fíli partially opens his eyes as he looks down at his handsome professor. "Good," Ori says deeply as he takes Fíli's shaft into his mouth whole. Ori's mouth is wet and warm as he feels the professor's cheeks hollow with each in-and-out motion. Fíli lets out a deep groan as his eyes shut from the stimulation.

He knows if he watches Ori suck him off, he won't last another second. Ori's head bobs up and down as he reaches beneath Fíli's shaft and caresses his swollen sack. Ori is mesmerized by Fíli's scent and taste. The sensation of his mouth on Fíli's thick, veiny shaft makes Ori harder upon contact. Ori continues to rub his clothed erection over Fíli's thigh and moans with Fíli's thickness in his mouth.

Fíli is still drunk with pleasure when the feeling suddenly stops. "Wait, why did you—" Fíli is cut off by a kiss from Ori. Their tongues swirl seamlessly over each other like a rehearsed dance. Ori pulls away from the kiss and begins to take off his already unbuttoned dress shirt. "Can't have you cumming that early, can we now?" Ori says with a sly wink as he tosses his dress shirt over the couch.

"That's right, Professor," Fíli says coyly. Ori smiles as he stands up to unbuckle his pants.

Fíli sits up from his spot on the loveseat and aids Ori with removing his pants. Ori slides off his black loafers as Fíli lightly kicks them under the coffee table. Ori's pants are by his ankles, but he still feels Fíli's callused, warm hands stroking his thighs and calves, placing kisses on each leg.

"You work out, Professor O?" Fíli smiles as he cocks his eyebrow flirtatiously. Ori confesses as he turns his head, "This will be the most physical activity I have engaged in for quite some time, Fíli." Ori speaks while keeping his eyes fixed on Fíli below. Ori's hand runs through Fíli's golden hair. He plays with the braid in the back as Fíli's lips work their way up to Ori's tummy.

"Mmm you're so soft," Fíli moans as he traces his lips over Ori's happy trail. "May I, Professor?" Fíli exhales as he looks up with his lips parked on top of Ori's black briefs.

"Yes you may, Fíli. But first, open your mouth," Ori responds as he gently pulls Fíli's head back. Fíli opens his mouth on the professor's command. Ori bends slightly as he drizzles saliva into Fíli's mouth. Fuck, this is hot. Fíli says to himself as he laps it up. "Now you can start," Ori says in his soft yet dominating tone. Fíli nods his head and pulls down Ori's briefs in a rush.

The professor’s cock springs up, its thick head leaking with precum and begging to be in Fíli’s mouth. Fíli's eyes widen; he hasn't imagined the professor would be so… girthy. Fíli looks up at Ori, who gives him an encouraging nod. Fíli's mouth is still filled with both his and Ori's saliva. A wet one he wants, a wet one he gets!, Fíli says internally. Ori moans passionately as he feels Fíli's warm, wet mouth on his member.

"My, my, Fíli, god yes," Ori utters breathlessly. Fíli's tongue teases the sensitive tip as he tastes the salty-sweet precum. Fíli pushes more of Ori's cock inside of his mouth and begins to bob his head up and down at a steady pace. Ori's moans grow louder as he tightens his grip on Fíli's hair.

"K-keep going, Fíli. Please don't stop," Ori pleads as he keeps his hazel eyes on Fíli. Fíli hears the professor's pleas as he begins to suck faster and harder. He puts his hand back on his own cock, stroking it furiously as his own arousal begins to build back up from hearing Ori's moans of pleasure. Fíli moans with his mouth on Ori's cock. The vibration from Fíli's moans adds to the pleasure. Ori feels himself getting close and can tell Fíli is nearing his own climax.

"Where would you like me to finish?" Ori asks, his voice painted with lust, as he strokes Fíli's hair and chin and motions for Fíli to come up for air.

"In me… please… fuck me, Professor O," Fíli pants as the euphoria from pleasuring both himself and Ori floods through him.

Ori nods as he swiftly kisses Fíli and heads towards his desk. "I need to get something," Ori whispers.

Fíli sits on the couch eagerly waiting for Ori's return to his side. "Ah, here w_e go," Ori says happily as he pulls a red tube from his bottom drawer. Fíli can see it is a small tube of lubricant and grows even more excited as Ori makes his way back to the couch.

"Lie back for me. I need you to hike up your legs," Ori demands softly as he unscrews the top from the tube. Fíli makes little haste as he lays down on the couch with his knees toward his chest. "Good lad," Ori says with a wink as he takes in the sight of Fíli's body in position. "What a gorgeous one you are, Fíli," Ori lingers as he delicately slides his lube-covered finger into Fíli's puckered hole.

Ori looms over Fíli as he balances one hand on the arm of the couch and stares into the golden-haired man's eyes. "F-f-fuck," Fíli groans as Ori slides another finger in.

"Please tell me if it starts becoming too much for you. I want you to be as comfortable as possible," Ori whispers tenderly in Fíli's ear.

"N-n-no please keep going," Fíli replies as another moan escapes him.

Fíli uses one of his hands to stroke both his and Ori's cocks against each other. Ori moans in pleasure as he speeds up the rhythm of his fingers inside of Fíli. Fíli's callused hand moves in a chaotic rhythm over the heads and shafts of their cocks. "Ready?" Ori asks as he exhales from the sensation.

"Yes, Professor O," Fíli says as he releases Ori's cock from his grip.

Ori coats his member in a bit of lube and slowly dives into Fíli's needy hole. Fíli holds his breath as he hisses through his teeth at the contact. Fuck, he's thick, Fíli thinks to himself as he feels Ori's shaft inside him. "Ahh-ahh- Oh yes," Ori whispers as he slowly pushes the rest of his cock inside Fíli. Ori lowers himself and sweeps his lips over Fíli's as their tongues meet once again.

"Are you comfortable?" Ori whispers into the kiss. "Let me know when you're ready for me to move," Ori adds as he kisses Fíli once more.

"Now please, right now," Fíli answers desperately. "I need you, Professor O," Fíli spits lustfully. Ori can see the neediness in his eyes. Ori grabs Fíli's legs and places them on his shoulders as he begins to pound slowly into Fíli. The sounds of their flesh create their own melody over their breathy moans and grunts.

Ori's movements grow more brutish as Fíli's body adjusts to his size. He maintains a steady rhythm, watching Fíli's face contort with pleasure. The golden-haired dwarf arches his back, pushing himself deeper onto Ori's shaft with each thrust.

"Professor O," Fíli gasps between breaths, "harder… please…" he grunts desperately. Ori gives in to his request, angling his hips to hit Fíli's sensitive spot with each stroke. The couch creaks beneath them as their movements become more frantic. Ori's hands roam Fíli's chest, brushing over the soft patch of hair, pinching and teasing his nipples until they stand erect.

"You feel s-s-so good," Ori murmurs against Fíli's neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. "So tight around me." Fíli wraps his arms around Ori's neck, pulling him down for a euphoric kiss. Their tongues lace together as Ori continues to thrust, now with increasing urgency. The room is filled with the sounds of their coupling—skin against skin, breathy grunts, and whispers.

Ori reaches between them, clutching Fíli's neglected cock and stroking it in time with his thrusts. The tender palms of his hands skillfully stroke over Fíli's swollen shaft. Fíli cries out, "Fuuuuck!" as pleasure runs through his body. "Professor… I'm close…" Fíli is able to utter as his voice strains.

"Let go for me, gorgeous," Ori encourages softly, increasing his pace. "I want to watch you come." Ori's thrusts become frantic as he feverishly continues to stroke Fíli's member. Fíli spills himself between them with a guttural cry, the hot cum splashing onto both his and Ori's stomachs.

Fíli's body convulses around Ori's shaft, triggering Ori's release. Ori buries himself deep inside Fíli one last time, his body shuddering as he fills the golden-haired dwarf with his essence.

They stay entwined for a few moments, their breaths ragged and heavy as they slowly come down from their shared high. Ori lovingly presses a gentle kiss to Fíli's forehead. He carefully brushes away the damp, sweat-soaked hair from his eyes. He presses his nose into the hollow of Fíli's neck, breathing in the scent that lingers after their intimacy.

"Are you alright?" Ori asks tenderly, through exhausted breaths.

Fíli nods, a satisfied smile gracing his lips. "More than alright, Professor O." Fíli caresses his professor's soft, sandy-hued locks while their bodies settle into the cushioned surface beneath them. With Ori's help, Fíli shifts his position and is pulled into a warm, tender embrace, face to face.

"Well, now I have never held an office meeting quite like this," Ori giggles with his hands still intertwined with Fíli's.

Fíli chuckles, laughter booming from his broad chest. "Yeah, I uh, forgot all about my paper, haha."

"Well, at least you've calmed down," Ori smiles, feeling a mix of amusement and relief.

After a few more tender moments of embracing, Ori helps Fili clean up using a few disposable cloths from the office supply closet, and they begin to dress themselves. The building's central air cools their bodies, but an aura of passion still lingers between them.

"It's probably a good time for us to head out since it's getting late, and I am sorry for keeping you so long," Ori admits, his hands nervously clutching the hem of his sweater vest. His eyes dart anxiously towards the beige carpeted floor. He barely exhales, the weight of what has transpired pressing deeply on his conscience.

"I acknowledge that um moment was unprofessional on my part, and I sincerely apologize for letting myself get carried away. I completely understand if you decide to drop the course, and I want you to know that I won't hold any resentment. I think very highly of you as both a person and a student, Fíli. Let us j—" Ori is halted as Fíli fiercely presses his lips to his. The electrifying touch of the kiss seems to freeze time, leaving Ori dumbfounded and gazing wide-eyed into Fíli’s gleaming eyes.

"Hey, you're not getting rid of me that easy, Professor O!" Fíli snaps as he drops his bag onto the floor. "We're mature adults and we can separate business from pleasure. I'd never do anything to compromise your career. I like you a lot, Professor O. I wanna see where this goes!" Fíli fervidly confesses, his heart pounding fiercely as the words spill from him. Fíli delicately nestles his hands within Ori's, as the two of them face each other in the quiet office. Ori’s breath hitches, completely caught off guard by Fíli’s heartfelt admission.

"I—I suppose we can make our arrangement work, and honestly, I’d be genuinely thrilled to spend more time with you, Fíli. And please call me Ori." Ori’s smile is warm, filled with tenderness as he brings his face closer to Fíli’s.

"As you wish, Prof— I mean Ori." Fíli laughs nervously, his cheeks flushing a deep red. Their lips meet once again in a shorter, softer embrace. Hesitantly, they release each other’s hands, bringing themselves back to reality.

Ori clears his throat, running a hand through his slightly disheveled hair. "Well then, Fíli... shall we?" He gestures toward the office door, a mix of nervousness and excitement in his eyes.

Fíli grins, grabbing his bag from the floor. "After you, Professor O." He winks, playfully using the title despite Ori's request to call him by his first name. Ori rolls his eyes and lets out a low laugh.

As they walk through the quiet, dimly lit university hallway, their footsteps echo softly on the tiled floor. The moon's light casts a significant glow through the windows, providing a guiding light as Ori and Fíli make their way towards the exit.

The two hold hands as they strode across the silent parking lot. "I was thinking," Ori begins, breaking the comfortable silence between them, "Perhaps we could go out this weekend? Somewhere proper, not... well, not in my office." He glances hopefully at Fíli, a slight blush creeping up his neck.

Fíli's smile widens. "Hell yes! I would love that! What did you have in mind?"

"There's a new restaurant downtown I've been wanting to try. They serve traditional mountain cuisine, but with a modern twist. If you're interested?" Ori suggests, his voice confident as Fíli nods excitedly.

"Sounds great. Saturday at six?" Fíli asks as they approach Ori's car, a cozy, deep red four-door vehicle, practical like its owner.

Ori nods. "Saturday at six it is." He pauses. "And Fíli, thank you. For understanding about... well, everything."

Fíli squeezes Ori's hand lightly, his thumb stroking over the back of it. "Like I said, Ori, we're adults. I know how to be discreet." He grins, his eyes glinting in the moonlight. "Besides, I think what we have is worth being careful for."

Ori smiles back, his heart feeling lighter than it has in years. He unlocks his car with a soft beep. "Where did you park?" he asks, opening the driver's side door.

"Uhh, Humanities. I totally forgot about my truck when I freaked out and bolted over here, haha," Fíli replies, leaning against the passenger door. "The lot over here was full when I got in this morning."

Ori frowns slightly. "That's quite a walk. Let me give you a ride over there. It's the least I can do after... well, after everything."

"You don't have to do that, Ori," Fíli says, though his expression shows he is pleased by the offer.

"I want to," Ori insists, his voice firm but gentle. "Get in."

Fíli's grin widens as he slides into the passenger seat. "Well, if you insist."

Ori starts the car, the engine purring to life in the quiet night. As they drive across the nearly empty campus, the silence between them is comfortable and soothing.

They pull up beside Fíli's truck, a rugged yet sturdy greenish vehicle that seems to match its owner perfectly. Ori puts the car in park but does not turn off the engine.

"Thanks for the ride, Ori," Fíli says, his voice soft as he turns to face him.

"You're more than welcome." Ori hesitates, then leans over the center console, closing the distance between them. Another kiss fires from their lips, becoming more familiar with every contact.

When they part, Fíli's eyes are shining. "I can't wait for Saturday."

"Me neither," Ori replies, his voice barely above a whisper. "Text me when you get home safe?"

"Will do," Fíli promises, opening his door. "Goodnight, Ori."

"Goodnight, Fíli," Ori replies. As Fíli rises to leave the car, his hands hover on the door for a few precious moments, and his eyes meet Ori's. Before closing the door, Fíli winks playfully with a wave, and Ori responds with a nod and a pleasant smile.

Ori watches as Fíli climbs into his truck and drives away, waiting until the taillights disappear into the night before heading home himself, his mind already racing with thoughts of their upcoming date.