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Chapter One
Jon could feel the sweat bead roll down from his brow to his cheek, the smell of dirt, horse and leather filled his nose as he took a deep breath. He wiped away the sweat from his face using the back of his hand. For once there was an odd half hour of sunlight in Winterfell since Jon had started his practise that morning.
He had been outside beating a wooden dummy since dawn. It was all he did every single day, the Stark family had nothing for him to do. So he spent all his days learning his skills with a sword. No one could ever admit that Jon was a far better swordsman than the true Stark son of Ned, Robb.
He trudged over to where he hung his sword and decided he was in need of a break. The odd sun had taken more out of him than he expected. He sat by the rakes and shovels hung near the Armoury, which was only a few metres away from the practise area. Jon could feel the cool breeze on his face, which made his skin tingle from the cold sting against his burning skin. He shut his eyes for only moment, thinking of the dreaded time he’ll have once it comes to dine with the Starks. He always sat at the far end of the massive oak wood table. As far from Lady Catelyn as possible. He just couldn’t bear to sit close to her, or in to be in her presence. As much as it made her sick, it made him just as or even more. He’d never admit it, but the moment she had made it clear she hated the sight of him, he indeed felt the ping of rage every time she looked at him with her sour sucked in pout. He’d never show the anger inside of him on his face, he’d always make sure that he would keep his face as calm as he could. If he even in the slightest showed any other emotion, she’d make a sickening noise from the back of the throat at him, as if she’s never been more revolted in her life. It only the more made Jon despise her.
“Snow.” Jon swiftly opened his eyes to find his older half-brother standing before him, smirk lying on his face. Tall as anything with his fur cloak wrapped loosely around him. “Tired of defeating a dead dummy are we?”
Jon stood quickly using the wall of the Armoury as he rose to keep himself steadied. He gave Robb a shrug and smiled. “Aye, too easy. Lost interest. Same dummy, different day.” He said with a laugh.
Robb looked over at the dummy, it sure had taken a beating. Thick chunks carved out of it, scratches and nooks completely covered the wretched thing.
“I see, well father would have you join us. We’re to head out to a hunt. Bran is to join us too. Bran is far too excited and has already mounted.” Robb stated as he pointed toward the stable where Bran and his father along with the mounted party await.
He placed a hand on Jons back to guide him towards them. They spoke of the hunt and how far they are to travel. They are expecting the King by the morrow and have to prepare the cooks with the feast by return, their father had thought it perfect to bring the Lordling Bran to join. Jon had been taken out the same age as Bran and remembered how he longed for his first hunt, and loved a good hunt ever since.
“Father will have you ride behind Bran, to allow Bran to ride left of Father and I right. Just stay behind Bran, it will give the boy confidence.” Robb said kindly to Jon, knowing full well Jon had slightly been offended. The boy, younger than Jon to ride before him next to his father. That indeed pulled at the strings of his heart but understood how important a first hunt is, so Jon pushed back the hurt and tried his hardest to understand.
“Aye, will see it done then.” Jon had said to harshly sarcastic, but ignored the odd look Robb shot at him.
They mounted their nags and went for the hunt. Robb at the right of his father.
And Bran. Bran at the left. Jon hadn’t felt jealous of his brother Bran before. He tried to shake the feeling and tried to focus on the green, wonderful Winterfell view before him. But couldn’t manage to avoid looking at Robb.
There was something about his brother this evening. He rode more proudly. He spoke clearer. Many times Robb, perfect Robb had caught his eye.
He first noticed him differently a month before when they were out practising. Robb had taken off his shirt. Jon had ripped it in half accidently with one of the wooden swords which had wrapped around the shaft of it as Jon plunged into Robb. Robb had quickly avoided the attack and missed his move but his shirt did not. He no longer wore loose fitting shirts while practising, Lady Catelyn was mortified when she had come to see what her son was needed for and Robb hadn’t thought it necessary to change and the kitchen girls had come to the window to watch the boys wrestle. Jon couldn’t keep his eyes off his now grown muscles, the layer of sweat and dirt that had covered him and the hair that trailed from his navel to his.. Jon had to keep from biting his lip and flicked his eyes off Robbs torso just in time for Robb to not notice, So Jon had thought.
They had brought back a mighty large buck, it was Robb who took the shot. And Jon watched Robb the entire time of the Hunt. He watched Robb slowly crouch toward a fallen log, placed the arrow in the bow, and aimed at the poor beast.
He watched Robb take a deep breath and saw his eyes focus. Jon felt his heart race watching Robb. Jon had to take his own deep breath.
Why am I feeling like this? He had spoken to himself inside his head.
Robb was his brother. He can’t be feeling like this, it was unnatural and sick and... Gods. Jon wanted nothing more than to touch Robb. Feel his warm skin beneath his fingers, smell his auburn curly hair and kiss his neck. That sweet pale neck. Jon felt his groin begin to throb.
Jon snapped back to reality when Robb’s laughter began to boom, he had shot the deer straight in the heart. He had done a perfect shot, and it was a sight to see Robb so proud of himself. His smile was beaming, he stood taller and cheered with the rest of the party. Bran clapped and cheered for Robb, Jon could tell Bran had loved to be here. He loved riding out with his father and brothers. Watching the distant deer’s in the fields, hearing distant wolves howl and the rustling of the tall thousand year old trees in the cold Northern wind.
He’d never seen Bran so excited, and it made Jon smile at his little brother. Jon knew these feelings were not meant to be felt. But it made Jon squirm in his saddle as he watched Robb waltz around like a young King. He watched Robb laugh and talk, watched Robb’s arms flex as he examined the buck, watched as Robb locked eyes with Jon and immediately stop smiling and give Jon another odd look. Jon smiled as casually as he could at Robb, and thought he’d managed to cover up his strange behaviour.
“Well done brother, it was a great shot.” Jon had said smiling little more at Robb. Did it work?
“Thankyou Jon” Robb said returning the smile, and he motioned for Jon to come over to look at his winning prize.
Jon couldn’t exactly say he couldn’t, even though he desperately wanted to stay mounted, to hide his ongoing erection. He did his best to conceal it as he slowly dismounted, he knew Robb's eyes were on him, so he had turned his horse to face the opposite side to dismount. Luckily, it worked and he managed to flip his aching cock under his waist band of his breeches.
“It’s quite the size, it didn’t look this big from further away.” Jon had said as he nealt beside Robb. “It should be enough meat to feed the King.”
Robb looked over the beast with his icy blue eyes.
Jon smiled. Robb laughed quietly. Then fell silent.
The hunting party had moved up back towards Winterfell. Ned had called for them to mount the buck on the back of Robb's horse as they had begun riding off.
“Jon... Why...” Robb begun but shook his head and pursed his lips.
Jon panicked and stared at his brother, no, he didn’t just begin to ask him what he thinks he was about to ask him, right? Shit. I’m caught. No Robb, it’s not what you think, or is it... I don’t know. I’m sorry I’m feeling this way, I’m sorry I’m imagining you warm and soft under my blankets… Robb locked eyes with Jon. Jon’s heart skipped a beat when he watched Robb bite at his lower lip.
“Jon why do you keep… Are you….” Robb paused and shook his head. “Jon help me with the buck.” Robb sounded irritated and he moved quickly and stood above the deer.
Jon suddenly felt a wave of irritancy. Was he about to ask him what he thinks he was going to ask him? He should’ve asked then, if it’s what he wanted to ask at least. Gods, did he want to ask him? Jon said nothing, he had a habit of keeping quiet. It kept him out of trouble. He helped Robb heave the enormous buck into the back of his horse, and watched Robb turn and mount his horse. Robb glared at him from above his horse. There was something about his face. It was stern, and he seemed angry. But it was something else there too. It was like he was pained. His eyes were full of question, Jon felt Robb knew. He must know. Why would he look at him like that unless he knew? He was disgusted. And Jon felt ashamed. Surely there’s a way out of this. He’ll lie then, if Robb asks the dreaded question, he’ll lie. Save himself from the disappointment and disgust from his brother.
As they rode back into the gates of Winterfell, Jon dismounted and went straight towards the doors of the castle. He couldn’t bare being around Robb anymore, Jon was annoying himself with his feelings and he needed to escape. He heard Robb call out to him, but he didn’t turn his back to look at Robb, oh no, If he did he felt like he might’ve exploded. He left Robb, Bran, His father and the rest of the party to deal with the horses and the dead beast to their own. Jon felt it was rude of him, but he was the Bastard to everyone anyway. Jon wanted to go to his bedchamber, bar the door and do to himself what he never thought he’d do. He’d think of Robb, Robb so pretty. Lying beside him. Feeling his smooth body, smell his skin and imagine its Robbs hand moving over his cock. Yes, he’ll think of Robb.
Chapter 2
It was busy in the great hall. It was time for supper, and all of the Starks were seated at the large oak table, talking and laughing. Jon however, was not.
He was always seated at the back of the hall, rows of tables were in front of him and he sat quietly, eating at his table alone. He never dared to place himself on that table. Ever since Lady Catelyn made a fuss when he was young, She was highly irritated around Jon, her awful looks and nasty comments was enough to keep Jon away.
Jon envied his brothers and sisters, especially Robb. The way Lady Catelyn loved her children, it made him un-admittedly jealous.
He wasnt necessarily jealous of the love from Lady Catelyn, he just wanted to be loved by a mother, even though he never had one.
The hall smelt of slow cooked ham, roasted potatoes with a mixture of herbs. The hall was filled with high lords and Ned Starks men. Jon was poking at his piece of ham when he was interrupted by someone standing directly infront of him across his table.
“May I sit with you?” Robb said already placing his plate onto the table, already taking a seat. Jon gestured for him to take a seat anyway, but said nothing.
Jon looked at Robb, he saw Robb biting at his lower lip and he flashed his eyes from his dinner to Jon’s. Robb’s eyes pierced his, and it truly made Jon breathless. Jon felt his voice hitch in his throat, but quickly shut his mouth.
“King comes on the morrow.” Robb said forking his food.
“Aye, that’ll keep you busy.” Jon said matter of-factly. Robb’s eyes locked onto Jon’s, and slightly squinted as if he was offended, but had no reason to be. Uh oh, quick Jon.
“I’ll be out of your way, I’ll try to stay clear when you show prince Joffrey around.”
Robb’s mouth smiled ever so slightly and shook his head. “I want you around, Jon.”
Jon shrugged. “I’d rather miss the humiliation of the bastard, beside the king to be, following you around.” Jon’s voice was deep.
“I’ll have you with me, Snow. I’d rather be with the bastard then the prince to be.” Robb said sternly, leaning over the table, and looking straight into Jon’s eyes.
Jon swallowed.
“If it’s what the heir wants.” Jon said avoiding eye contact.
“I think you know what the heir wants, Snow.” Robb said beneath his breath.
Jon’s jaw nearly hit the floor. But instantly closed it, and felt time stop. He looked at Robb, Robb wasn’t moving. His hands were in fists on the table, his jaw was clenched and he could swear he saw Robb sweating.
“Do you know what I want?” Jon said shakily. Robb stood. Jon stopped breathing. He watched in disbelief as Robb never broke eye contact and sat right next to Jon. Robb sat so close, it was torture.
Jon began to breathe when Robb leaned into Jon and began to whisper. Jon froze.
“Aye, I saw you today and it was undeniable. I have seen the way you look at me, you think I never noticed? The way you look at me Jon… I know you’re thinking of me. I didn’t know why, but I know now.”
Jon couldn’t believe he was saying this.
Why isn’t he disgusted?
“I want you to come to my bedchamber tonight. I will leave the door unbolted. You have one hour, I cannot say anymore, my lady mother is watching us right now. I am going to sit back with my family and you’re going to continue to eat. You hear me, Snow?” Robb whispered into Jon’s ear and it made the hairs on his body stand.
Hearing Robb speak to him like this, he has never spoken to him in this manner before.
Jon began to bite his lower lip, he looked at Robb in the corner of his eye, under his thick curly black hair, and nodded slowly.
“Good, I’ll see you soon, Snow.” Robb whispered once more, then stood up and took his plate of food, and walked proudly back to his family’s table.
Theon had joined them now, and Jon watched as Theon’s eyes smouldered into his.
Robb had quickly gained Theon’s attention and they began to laugh together and eat their meals. Lady Catelyn gave Robb one of her motherly smiles and had said something to him which made Robb smile back at her, as if reassuringly. Lady Catelyn gave a sigh and continued to eat her meal.
Robb wants Jon in his bedchamber, in one hour. One hour. Robb’s bedchamber. The way Robb spoke to him, made Jon so hard his cock was aching. Jon decided he had enough of his meal, he decided to go to his own bedchamber and wait.
One Hour Later.
Jon had waited exactly one hour, and the castle had fallen asleep. He had to get a lamp to see, as the candles throughout the hall had been blown out.
Jon was about to open Robb’s door when he felt his stomach flutter out of control. Jon breathed deeply and ran a hand through his hair. Here’ goes.
Jon slowly opened Robb’s bedchamber door. Once he shut the door, he built up the courage to look up.
Directly across the room sat the handsome Robb. His eyes were locked onto Jon’s.
“Glad you’re here.” Robb said as he stood and began to walk towards Jon.
Jon felt himself back up against the door. He did it automatically, and he didn’t know why but the way Robb was walking towards him made his breath quicken.
He saw a King walking towards him, his white tunic sat loosely on his chest, and his hair was messed from the pillows. Gods he looked amazing.
Jon placed the lamp down beside him and Robb stood infront of him.
“Don’t move.” Robb said in the same deep tone as before at the dinner table.
“Why.” Jon said softly.
“I told you not to move.” Robb said looking Jon up and down, biting his lip.
Jon didn’t move. He watched as Robb looked him all over. It made Jon feel slightly insecure, he felt like he was prey, about to be eaten alive.
Almost as soon as Jon blinked, Robb had placed both hands on Jon’s face, and had his lips on Jon’s.
Jon felt Robb suck on his lower lip, and it made Jon groan.
The kiss became aggressive. Robb’s tongue invaded Jon’s mouth, he tasted sweet.
Jon grabbed at Robb’s white tunic, and his force became stronger as he grabbed Robb’s waist and threw him against the door. Robb let out a noise as his back hit the door, it was almost a hiss.
Jon was all over him, he finally got to feel Robb’s hard chest, feel his warmth against Jon’s body, he felt Robb melt under his touch. Robb’s arms had a hold of Jon’s torso, and Jon began to move his hips against Robb’s groin, which made Robb moan into Jon’s mouth.
“Is this what you wanted, Snow?” Robb said through kisses. His voice became deep and hoarse.
“You think about this don’t you, you think about touching me, you want to fuck me don’t you Snow.” Robb’s voice was almost a growl.
Jon had moved to his neck, still grinding his hips against Robb. Jon nodded against his neck.
“Beg for it.” Robb breathed.“Beg to fuck me.”
Jon shuddered and bit his Robb’s neck.
“I want to fuck you, Robb. Please let me.” Jon whispered into his neck.
“Mmm” Robb moaned.
“I shouldn’t have to beg, I should just do it. You’d like it Robb, I know you would. I’d bend you over and fuck you. I’d have you say my name, I’d have you bite the pillow to not wake the castle. You’d like it Robb, You’d like how I fuck you. Let me.” Jon said as he slowly started to move his hand down to Robb’s cock.
Robb was just as hard or even more so than Jon. It made Jon’s groin swirl with excitement.
“Is that what you think about, Snow? You’re sick.” Robb arched his back against the door, giving Jon more access to his breeches and Jon’s hand wrapped around Robb’s hard cock.
Jon flinched at the word sick.
He was sick, and what he was doing to Robb was sick. The things he just said were sick. It only made Jon pump his hand over Robb’s cock even faster. He paused to spit into his hand and continue to work over Robb. Robb was slightly fucking Jon’s hand, and Jon was still kissing Robbs neck, while Robb breathed heavily into Jon. Jon felt Robb’s hand wander towards his own cock. He felt Robb’s warm hand slowly rub him from the outside of his breeches.
Gods, please touch me Robb. I need you to touch me.
As soon as Jon had thought it, Robb had let out a stifled moan, which sounded like a half cry of pleasure as he spurted into Jon’s hand. Jon felt Robb slump into Jon’s body against the door.
“Yes, Snow…” Robb whispered as he came back down from his high. His hand was still on Jon’s cock.
Jon smiled, it was his own little victory. Jon had just made Robb come, and he never thought he’d even seize the day. Let alone have Robb delicately use his name in such a manner.
It made Jon only want more.
“I need this.” Jon said and placed his hand over Robb’s and forced it into his breeches and felt Robb grab his cock.
Jons hand travelled to Robbs chest and was holding his shirt in his hands. Robb began to lean forward into Jon, when Jon had pushed him back into the door, hard.
It made Robb huff but it didn’t stop him from rubbing Jon.
Jon looked at Robb, who’s lips were red and his cheeks were pink. Robb was sweating, as was Jon.
They still had their clothes on, and he could tell Robb was sticky and uncomfortable in his breeches, but Robbs eagerness told him otherwise.
“Why won’t you let me kiss you.” Robb said clenching his jaw.
“Beg for it.” Jon said gripping Robb’s shoulder, pumping into Robb’s hand.
“What?” Robb was shocked. Did Jon just say his own words at him?
“If you want to kiss me, beg for it.”
Robb was pumping harder and faster now. It made his cock spur at Jon’s words.
Robb only pursed his lips and his breathing became quickened as his hand was working overtime.
“Robb, I will fuck you. And you will moan my name. You will.”
Robb’s gaze was unreadable. He was thinking, Jon could tell.
Jon watched as Robb parted his lips in an attempted to say something But before Robb could speak, Jon came into Robb’s hand, thick spurts of warm come.
Jon groaned as he came, and his hands grip harder onto Robb.
Robb wiped his hand and They both placed their foreheads against one another, holding each other. Listening to each other breathe.
Jon had put all his body weight against Robb, and Robb relaxed against the door.
“I should go.” Jon said abruptly, loosening his grip against Robb and had taken a few steps back. Robb gave him a puzzled look.
“No, you shouldn’t. Stay, Jon.” Robb said.
“You have to be up early for the King, I have to go Robb.” Jon took a step towards Robb, but Robb didn’t move.
“You’re not leaving, Snow. Not like this.” Robb was stern again. He stood taller, and his voice changed from sweet moaning Robb, to the Little King he is meant to be.
“I am, Stark. But don’t think Im not coming back tomorrow,” Jon had taken Robbs face in his hands.
“I will make you moan again, louder and make you come harder.” Jon had suddenly became stern himself.
The roles had changed. Was Jon now in charge? The way Robb spoke to him, it made him shiver. But could he talk to Robb like this, and get away with it?
“Be here tomorrow.” Robb nodded.
Then they kissed, softly.
Jon frowned into this kiss, and he felt Robb pull his body against his.
“Tomorrow.” Jon repeated. Then he left.
He went back to his bedchamber and thought about Robb. He will be back tomorrow, and the things he wanted to do, made his cock grow once again. But first he had to wait.
I am coming for you, Stark.