Note: Ok, so here's the second part! It's kind of cheesy, but I felt like writing something like this (I'm actually a bit shy about posting it.) Thank you for reviewing, reading nice reviews makes me so happy!

Music Tip to hear while reading: Jason Reeves - Alone

"Careful … not too far." Robb whispered right next to his brothers ear, making Jon shiver comfortably at the sensation of warm breath on the soft spot behind his ear shell and the of feeling hot, slightly sweaty palms of two big and strong hands pressing to his face and covering his eyes entirely. He carefully ventured along the invisible path, feeling the obviously rocky, rough ground with the soles of his heavy black boots before stepping anywhere with his foot. After their strangely titillating conversation earlier Robb had raced him a few miles deeper into the forest, taking more narrow and solitary paths and trails every time he made his horse turn on a crossroad, and Jon had been much too distracted by the content smirk and the expectant glint in Robbs eyes to argue about losing this unfair race in which he hadn't known the destination. Robb had come to a halt with his horse in a quiet spinney that Jon suspected must be many miles deep into the heart of the forest. The trees were old and high here and there was barely any sunlight seeping through the thick green roof of rustling leaves above them, when Robb dismounted his black steed and fastened the reigns to a low hanging branche of a tree nearby. It was pleasantly cool here compared to the heat of the city, still Jon felt crushed by the heat when the soft airflow from their ride subsided and he got of his horse as well. Robb, although being certainly much more accustomed to the weather by now, was still a true man of the north and the heat seemed to have its effect on him too as Jon noticed when he walked over to him standing there, leaning against the trunk of an ancient oak tree. He looked simply adorable with glossy, heavy lidded eyes and deeply reddened cheeks, smiling at him with raised eyebrows, these thick dark curls of his shining slightly wet around the hairline. The sound of brawling, gurgling water was coming from somewhere nearby.

"This country might be much too warm, but it has beautiful woods." Jon said, trying not to show how the anticipation was starting to stretch his nerves to the point of breaking. Ever since they had shared that strange, silent look earlier Jon felt that anything might happen at any moment. Perhaps even… but no. He had never even dared to think of how it might feel to kiss Robb and he was certainly not going to ruin this perfect day by building up expectations that couldn't be met. Whatever the look had meant, he couldn't expect Robb to go this far. Telling himself that, it took Jon all the more by surprise when Robb did something entirely unexpected.

"We're not there yet!" He smiled and before Jon even knew what was happening, Robb had stepped closely behind him and had covered Jons eyes with soft, firm hands. "Go on, I'll lead the way." And Jon had trusted him, desperately trying to control his unsteady breathing, and had slowly worked his way forward to where he was standing now, the gurgling of water even louder and nearer directly to his right.

"Here we are. Are you ready?"

The thought of breaking this intimate contact made Jon hesitate for just a second, then, before it the silence could start to sound suspicious, he replied. "Yes."

And when Robb lowered his hands, the beauty of the scene hit Jon almost painfully. They were standing on the rocky banks of a small pond of clear water, entirely lined by old oak and willow trees, a small beck swishing and rippling down a rocky slope to their right.

"This is…" Jon started, not knowing how to continue. After all the rough and cold beauty he had encountered in the north and beyond the wall, this lovely, quaint landscape was something entirely new. He turned around and noticed that Robb was already taking off his boots. It was too confusing and unexpected to be real. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going in!" Robb laughed sonorously and shook his head while gripping the collar of his red shirt and pulling it over his head with one swift movement. For the second time this day Jon got a good view of this toned upper body he had thought about touching so often. "You're the one who's been complaining about the heat." He added, giving his half brother an inviting grin, his hair all tousled and wild. And Jon, standing there with crossed arms and tensed shoulders, somehow insecure and unsure of the whole situation, couldn't help to suppress the thought that there might never have been a man more fitted to be a king than him.

"Come on!" Robb urged him again.

Jon rubbed the back of his head uncomfortably and slowly turned around to check for the slightest chance somebody might be coming along their way. He couldn't believe himself. Why did he feel so insecure and confused? He had thought, dreamed, even fantasized about a moment like this for years and now he was too afraid to leap into it because he was unsure of where it might lead them.

"Nobody is going to come!" Robb assured him. "Sometimes I just need to take the time to ride and clear my thoughts. I found this place one day and I've been coming here ever since whenever the heat is starting to feel too stifling."

Or the obligations of the crown. Jon thought and his tensed body relaxed a little. Robb had brought him to a place only he knew, a place where he usually never took anyone else. It was a private place and their coming here was an audience with his most personal thoughts and feelings. Now that he looked at him standing there in all his half-naked handsomeness, Jon wondered vaguely if Robb felt the same. If maybe he too had thought about this already when they were but lads back at Winterfell but that he, having always been the bolder of the two, had finally decided to find the courage to make this move. Maybe he was feeling the same confusion and insecurity as Jon at this very moment.

If so, he was much better at hiding it.

"Well then. I'm going in alone." And with that he stepped into the cool water until he was waist deep in. And it was that sight right there, the way Robbs muscular, toned bare back looked in the small spots of sunlight glimmering through the leaves above them, the way his dark trousers, which he had – much to Jons dismay as he found with a guilty pang of surprise – left on for his little bath, clung to his legs and thighs, that convinced him. With the sudden realization that there was nothing he wanted more in world at this moment than to be close to the wet, half naked man before him, Jons black shirt hit the ground and his boots went flying in the soft grass of a nearby shrubbery and with that decision all the awkwardness and insecurity fell off him. He lunged into the water with on large jump and grabbing Robbs shoulder, warm to the touch and slightly moist with sweat, he pushed him under the water laughing out loud when his brother kicked and floundered in surprise. When Robb came up, looking like a wet dog, he grinned from one ear to the other.

"This was plainly dishonourable!" He shouted and inhaled deeply to show off the muscles of his body. "Come on, fight like a man!" and with that he jumped forward and pushed Jon into the pleasantly cool water, that crashed in over his body, chilling and wonderful. He made a half-hearted attempt to free himself from his brothers tight grip without really wanting him to let go but keeping up this promising game they had started. The air suddenly felt much better on his skin now that he was wet and refreshed and strangely enough, he caught himself thinking how this city, this whole country, even if he might never understand how Robb could stand to live here permanently instead of his in home in the north, were starting to seem quite alright after all. He breathed in the sweet air deeply and stretched, feeling tingly drops of clear water running down his back. When he turned, he noticed Robb standing right before him.

"You have…" he started and with a gesture of infinite tenderness reached out for Jons face, who froze on the spot. All this wasn't happening, he told himself. He had probably fallen off his horse on the way down to Kings Landing and was lying somewhere in the ditch with a bad sunstroke screwing with his dreams. Here the man he had thought about constantly for years now was standing right before him, so close he could smell his skin, sense his body heat and almost feel his breath stirring the small water drops that wetted Jons cheek. He didn't dare to speak, didn't dare to breathe, didn't even dare to have a heartbeat or a pulse although, as he noted, there was no chance of controlling the latter two since they had started to race insanely in his body. Desperately he tried to read the slightly away-with-the-fairies gaze of his half brothers beautifully icy blue eyes, which seemed to be directed to some point on Jons face. And then he touched him, lightly stroking away a strand of wet curls that stuck to his cheeks reaching all the way to the corner of his lips and no matter how much he tried to resist the urge, no matter how many times he told himself that it would give his feelings away, he couldn't help but close his eyes at this ever so light contact. When he opened them again, he met Robbs look, which appeared to be attempting to burn holes into him with their intensity, tiny drops of glittering water caught in his dark lashes like pearls.

"Thank you." Jons voice was so hoarse it was almost a whisper. It sounded lame and flat after the powerful feelings this small gesture had aroused in him and he felt like he should do something to at least try to reciprocate. He still wasn't sure if he was just misinterpreting everything, if maybe Robb couldn't feel any of the excitement and tension he was feeling, but what he knew for sure was that it was now or never, that he might never get another chance to find out. So he mustered all the courage in his heart and soul and took a step, bringing them closer together. The sound of the water rippling between his feet seemed unnaturally loud to him, as he let his eyes roam over the noble, seductively moist features of his brother and king, lingering on those sensual lips.

"Robb…" he was too excited to ask the question he wanted to, the words stuck in his suddenly dry throat. But he didn't need to. No, the smirk that had appeared on Robbs face, the corner of his lips twitching in delight and anticipation, told him there was no need to ask. So when they met in a kiss for the first time, it was a smile against each others lips, that soon softened and turned into the most delicate and tender thing Jon had ever experienced. Robbs lips were warm, infinitely soft and still slightly wet and to Jon this moment was when he forgot all his worries. They didn't break the kiss to warp their bodies in a tight embrace that prickled in every inch of skin that touched. The sun, sinking already low on the horizon, poured its warming, golden light in moving patterns over them and Jon lost himself in the sensation of this kiss. There would be troubles and worries further down the road for him, there would be partings and goodbyes, duties and obligations to return to, there would be the time he would think about this very moment with pain and longing. But not now. Now was one of the rare happy times and, at least for a second, he could make it last forever.

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