AN: HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRYPANTHER! (Porg pops out of cake and meeps)

"What do you mean he can't make it?!" Bilbo asked as his voice became an octave higher over the phone. "What do you mean double-booked?! I booked this model a month in advance."

"By Yavanna! I swear! These people!" Bilbo hung up after, rather unsuccessfully, trying to secure a model for tonight's class. He was pacing back and forth in the classroom. His students would be arriving in about an hour and the whole thing turned into a mess. Having no model would screw up his course schedule. Then there was a knock on the door.

"Bilbo, are you coming to drink with us after class? There is someone I'd like you to meet," A rather rough and deep voice asked. Bilbo ran a hand through his curly hair and just sighed.

"Wish I could Dwalin but I'm dealing with a crisis here. I'm in desperate need of a model," he uttered sadly.

"I think I might have your solution. Wait right there!" Dwalin stated, shut the door, and Bilbo could hear his heavy footsteps down the hall.

'Okay... what just happened?' Bilbo asked himself.

About ten minutes had passed, and while waiting for Dwalin, Bilbo had arranged... and rearranged the staging area. The props made it look like the chaise lounging area of a King or Emperor. There was a red cloth draped over the chaise itself and a bowl of fruit was nearby. White and dark purple curtains also framed the chair. Bilbo's head turned this time when he heard the twist of the handle of his classroom door.

"Bilbo I found you a model!" Dwalin announced as he shoved a well-muscled man into the room. "Have fun you two!"

"Dwalin! Hey! WAIT!" The other man shouted but Dwalin had already scurried away. It was then that Bilbo recognized the other man. He's seen him hanging out with Dwalin and Nori before yet never got acquainted enough to hear a name.

"So.... you're a model?" Bilbo asked with some skepticism.

"Well...yes," The other answered before sticking out his hand "Thorin Durin,"

"Bilbo Baggins," The art teacher introduced and mentally kicked himself for where his manners had fled to. "Are you.... Okay with this? If Dwalin put you up to this....."

"You don't know who I am do you?" Thorin asked with a raised brow.

"Uhm.... should I?" Bilbo asked which caused Thorin to chuckle and shake his head.

"No, it's rather refreshing like this. So where do you want me?" He then asked.

"The chaise lounge chair," Bilbo uttered while pointing to the set. "Basically pretend that you're a King trying to seduce his consort. I just need to go get some more charcoal for the students,"

"Gotcha," Thorin just grunted as Bilbo left him to get ready.

When the art teacher returned Thorin was already in place but Bilbo hadn't seen him yet.

"Why hello there," A sultry voice said, causing Bilbo to turn around, squeak in shock, and turn back around so fast it could have caused whiplash before getting tangled in the drapes.

"Hey hey! Are you alright?!" Thorin asked rather concerned.

"Yes... I... uhm... I just wasn't expecting you to be..... Nude." Bilbo stammered out while trying to hide his blush.

"Dwalin told me you needed a nude male model," Thorin muttered.

"That's the class three weeks from now," Bilbo said rather flustered as he still hadn't turned around. "I was just... taken by... surprise! Could you please drape the red cloth over you?"

"Done," When Thorin announced that, was when Bilbo turned around. The flustered art teacher saw that Thorin had used the edge of the red cloth, barely covering himself but looking regal anyways. Bilbo was loath to admit that he stared longer than was proper.

"Are these edible?" Thorin asked while pointing to the fruit.

"Well... yes..." Bilbo answered though he was perplexed as to why. It didn't take long for him to find out the why though as Thorin plucked a grape from the bowl and made a rather suggestive display while eating it. Bilbo let out a rather startled 'eep' as he hadn't thought that was even possible.

"The grapes don't seem to work," Thorin said. "Maybe the banana,"

"NO!" Bilbo exclaimed louder than he would have given that Thorin was already reaching for said fruit. The model looked at Bilbo with a smirk as the art teacher babbled out "Grapes are fine... yes grapes... no need for a banana... no sireee...."

Bilbo pointedly didn't look at Thorin as students started filing in. The rest of the class was great, except for the part where Thorin kept staring at the art teacher like he was the most delicious thing in the room. Bilbo gulped as he pointedly ignored the 'come hither-look' Dwalin's friend was shooting him.

Class ended and Bilbo was lucky enough that none of his students noticed his state of arousal. They all said their goodbyes as Bilbo sat at his easel with the sketchbook on his lap. His model however was quick to notice though and stood up with the red cloth still elegantly draped over him like a toga.

"How do you feel about a one-on-one?" Thorin asked as he got closer.

"Uhm... what?" Bilbo blushed as his mind basically short-circuited.

"I was wondering if you do... private sessions..." Thorin said as he let the cloth drop.

"Oh my.... Oh WOW!" Bilbo's brows shot up as he got a very good look this time. "Uhm...... uhmmm... D-do you want to get coffee?" He asked while still blushing and doing quite a good impression of a strawberry.

Thorin just gave Bilbo a grin that promised so much more. Meanwhile, in a pub, Dwalin was wearing a shit-eating grin.

"What are you so happy about?" Nori asked as he placed his flagon of mead on the table.

"I finally managed to introduce Bilbo to Thorin. Now, maybe he'll stop being a love-sick stoic puppy and ask the other out.

"I'm only paying the bet once they are a couple!" Nori stated while pointing a finger at Dwalin. "And I can't believe you meddled!"

"Oh come on! We all know Thorin. He was never going to ask the other one out without a push," Dwalin scoffed.

"When do you think Bilbo will realize you set him up with a world-class model?" Nori smirked.

"Probably a week.... Maybe two?"

"Really? I say a month," Nori gave a toothy grin as he placed a 10-dollar bill on the table. "Bet?"

"Bet," Dwalin agreed as he opened his wallet.

The End