Ikea
The overhead lights switched off, one by one, Thorin was plunged into darkness as he stood amongst the beds. Confused, he pulled his phone out of his pocket to check the time and then looked around frantically to try and spot his shopping companion. They had recently bought a flat together and were looking to pick up some cheap furniture from Ikea, apparently they had lingered too long. The distant buzz and clunk was probably the door being locked.
Thorin felt the air behind him shift and a hand lightly grasp his hip. He turned to face Gandalf, his blue eyes sparkled with mischief. The much taller man leaned down to whisper into Thorin's ear.
"Looks like it's just the two of us." Gandalf murmured with a sly grin. "I can think of more than one way to pass the time." He stepped forward causing Thorin to move backwards until his legs hit the side of a bed. All it took was a small push from Gandalf and the dark haired man was sprawled on his back.