Kili watch his brother follow the blonde female up the stairs. His eyes slid over the crowd in the tavern once more before he pulled a few coins out of his pocket and left the table. He quickly got himself a room from the girl behind the bar and hauled his and his brother belonging up the stairs that his kin had only just walked up himself. This was meant to be a fun night he thought, just him and his brother talking and spending time together before the biggest adventure of their lives. But he had been mistaken in his brother's intentions. It was true he had never been on a 'quest' of this length and importance before, while Fili had accompanied their Uncle and extended family on extended trips before in the dark parts of the world. He had often been left behind at home to look after his mother and his remaining kinsman. No pressure for the young prince.

The room he had managed to lay claim to was small and cold, he quickly moved to start a fire in the dirty pit against the wall. The grate closing the chimney was old and broken, it screamed out as he pulled the metal hatch to free the smoke from the room. Once the fire had been made he pulled out his brother Filis twin swords and a stone. He ran the black mineral over the metal till the edge was as thin as paper as it had been the day they were made. He was angry though, he had been left behind again. While his older brother had easily plucked a woman from the crowd and bedded her, Kili had been once again left to spend the night cold and alone. Just like this childhood over again. Fili would go out with Thorin and the older Dwarves, them with their stupid beards, and Fili would sit by the fire with his mother as she would knit them winter clothes or read him stories. He had not disliked the time he had with their mother, he liked to think he was the favorite son, but he felt he was missing out on a part of his young life because he was a few years too young for them. He was impatient and hungry for adventure and he simply could not understand why a few earth trips around the son could make that much of a difference. He winced as he cut himself on the edge of Filis sword as he tested the new edge. He hurled the swords down to the floor and yelled, he stamped his foot angrily.

To hell with his brother, that asshole, he probably hadn't given Kili a second though, not while he was probably balls deep in some tavern skanks cavernous loins. He dropped himself on to the most uncomfortable bed in the world as stared at the cracked brown ceiling. He closed his eyes. He could imagine his brother now, hot, sweaty and naked, furiously smashing into the blond woman he had seen him leave with. He knew his brother, and there was not much the two had not seen the other doing in their long years together; whether it was intentional or a simple case of not knocking before entering. Kili exhaled deeply. Fili like to dominate his women, he would have her under him the entire time, on all fours or on her back, he could make them scream and shake under his fingers and make them love him as he held them close to himself in the night. His brother loved all women he was with, but he loved them for one night only and it was a love one showed to a valuable gem or weapon, not a living breathing being. Kili could not be like that.

But still he could not stop the images of his older brother from dancing across his closed eyes. The honey skin of the elder's bare back with his wild golden hair falling down over his shoulders. The way he hips would roll, the flexing of the muscles in his thighs and the growls that would escape his lips. Kili could imagine all of these things, and felt no guilt about it. His brother was beautiful and he knew it. Another thing he knew was he was growing hard dreaming about his brother and his woman. He opened his eyes and stared at the lump in his trousers. He could ignore it, but instead chose to force himself back on further on the bed. He lay against the pillows and head board with his legs open in front of him. He unlaced the leather and pushed them down this legs. His half hard cock twitched at the cold air and almost went limp; he bit his lip and closed his eyes. He took hold of his length as he closed his eyes and conjured up images of his brother and the woman. she was below his brother crying in pleasure as his brother pounded into her. Kili imagined the smell of her, the sounds of their skin smacking together, the wetness of her, tightness of her muscles around his cock, and the taste of Filis sweat. Kili gripped his own erection tight and pumped his hand slowly, he used the other to massage his balls. Feeling constricted he paused to completely remove his pants and shirt, leaving himself naked. He laid back down and took up his ministrations again. His brother was strong and muscular from a life behind a forge and Kili could come up with memories of seeing the muscles move gracefully under Filis skin. Kili ran his finger over the head of his penis, he pushed down into the slit at the end, he bit his lip to keep himself silent. Harder and faster he moved his hand. Veins pulsed under his palm as the hard flesh beat with his movements.

He pictured how his brother would make a woman cry out in pleasure as he would use his mouth on her, and how he would lick his lips clean of her. The evil glint in Filis eyes as he knew he was in control, Kili knew his brother had the same fetish for control and absolution as his uncle Thorin did. Kili let out a moan as he twisted his wrist as he pulled at his cock, he was dripping already. He moaned again. he imagined his brother crying out as the woman was on his bowing on her knees before him, her mouth wrapped around his thick pulsating cock, he would grab her hair and fuck her mouth making her choke and spit. Kili growled as he felt himself approaching his climax.

Then suddenly in his mind instead of the woman it was himself on all fours in front of the lion like prince. He would suck his brother cock harder than any woman could, and he would receive him with much more force than a woman could handle. Kili felt himself cry out once more, but it was his brother's name that escaped past his lips instead of a syllable less sound. He imagined his own grip was his brother around his cock, he remembered the sight of his flesh, the smell and taste of his body, and the sound of his groans. Kili could barely hold back, he reached behind himself and pressed his fingered to his rear. as his fingers just pushed though the tight ring of muscle he lost control and crying out his brother's name again and orgasmed all over his chest. He lay there for a moment, with his eyes still closed. Still pretending. Imagining Fili post orgasm, still and shivering. Kili ran his figure though his own semen on his belly and placed it in his own mouth, almost regretting it. he forced himself to pretend it was the taste of Fili, that it was his brothers bitterness instead of his own.

He was growing cold again, the fire he had built doing nothing but lighting the small space. He opened his eyes and looked down at himself in shame. There was no water he could spare for a bath, and he would not have one for a long while. He made due by using a leather vest he found in Fili pack. He smirked that he would know what covered the material whenever Fili wore it. he redressed and crawled into the bed. He hugged a pillow close to his chest and smiled to himself. He imagined his brother in bed next to him, sharing his heat and keeping him company though out the night.

Kili cried himself to sleep that night.