Jon/Robb

Author's Note: Alternate ending, those of you who read the books know why. Other than that, one or two possible spoilers so if you are religiously watching Game of Thrones, not reading the books, and avoiding spoilers like the plague you might not want to read it for now (will update when I know there are no possible spoilers). Hope you enjoy.

Despite the Night's Watch always being focused on what was north of the Wall, Jon had always kept an ear open for news from the south. So he had heard of Robb's marriage to one of Walder Frey's daughters (or was it a granddaughter, he could never remember), of the return of the Targaryens to Westeros, of the end of the war, and of a Targaryen reclaiming the Iron Throne. Robb had been King of the North but had bent his knee before Daenerys Targaryen and was Lord of Winterfell. Stannis, despite some reluctance, had bent his knee as well as the claim of a Targaryen was stronger than that of a Baratheon. Jon had been a little disappointed for Stannis, during the war he had been the only claimant to the throne that had actually acted like a king by supporting the Night's Watch in its hour of need. But at least the man yet lived.

But now the war was over and peace had come, although the Night's Watch remained vigilant against the threats from beyond the Wall. Jon was Lord Commander and was doing what he could to make the Night's Watch into what it was supposed to be. Sending criminals to the Wall, while helpful in keeping numbers up, didn't bring in the sort of people Jon was eager to have as his brothers. Most of the lords and ladies to the south still cared very little for supporting the Night's Watch.

So it was with great reluctance that he came down from the Wall to greet some lord that had decided to visit. The young ranger that had come to get him hadn't remembered who the lord was, just that they had insisted on speaking with the Lord Commander. Based on that, Jon was bracing himself to meet a Lannister or a Greyjoy. But he was shocked when he saw that the man waiting for him was none other than Robb Stark.

Robb smiled upon seeing him and Jon couldn't keep a grin off his lips, stepping forward to embrace the man he hadn't seen in years, "You should've told me you were coming. I would've arranged a proper welcome for you, Lord Stark."

He felt more than saw the slight flinch upon addressing Robb as a lord and as they pulled away he thought he saw a bit of pain there as well, "I didn't wish to distract you too much, Lord Commander. I didn't realize you patrolled the Wall personally."

Jon's grin grew wider, "That's nothing. I've gone beyond the Wall a few times since becoming Lord Commander, you should've been here to see the fuss that caused. Come on, let's get some peace from all the eyes watching us."

Robb seemed a bit surprised by his confidence, but followed as Jon led him back to his private quarters. The two of them might end up saying and doing things that he didn't want anyone to know about. Unless Robb cared about his wife enough that he would never dare cheat on her in the slightest. He knew he should remember her name, but he never could.

The Wall was always a cold place, even in the middle of summer. Jon was always glad that Sam remembered to keep the fire going in his private quarters. Sometimes it was so cold that he forgot what it was like to feel truly warm. The fires they had only pushed the cold away for a time, never quite beating back completely.

Robb was older and more weathered than the last time they had seen each other. He looked like he carried a heavy burden. Jon could tell by Robb's eyes, he saw the same look in his own eyes every time he looked in a mirror. He was sure he had changed just as much over the years.

It was Robb who spoke first once they were alone, "Lord Commander. How did that happen?"

Jon sighed and sat down in the nearest chair, "Not easily. Good men had to die for it to happen. But what brought you here? Not taking the black are you?"

Robb chuckled and shook his head, moving to sit on the bed, "No, I'm sure my wife would try to murder me somehow if I did that. Officially, I came here to visit the Wall, see if the Lord Commander requires anything of us nobles, and deliver a few new brothers. They're good men, all of them. Not the typical trash that southerners like to send."

Jon watched him carefully and asked, "Officially? Does that mean there is an unofficial reason for your visit?"

"Yes. I wanted to see you again, Jon. To see if maybe you still thought of me, like I still think of you."

He got up from his chair to sit next to Robb on the bed, "I do. I never stopped, really. But what about your wife?"

Robb grimaced and looked away at that, "Politics. I needed the Freys to help me and the heir is expected to produce sons, carry on the family line. She's a good woman and we've a child on the way, but neither of us truly love each other. Not like we loved each other."

Robb looked into his eyes with those last words and Jon couldn't stop the smile that came to his lips, but he knew there was a question in Robb's words, "We'd better make the best of the time we have, then. You'll only be here a few days at most, it would raise questions if you stayed any longer. I'd be glad to have your company, if you'll have me again."

That brought a bright smile to Robb's face and he quickly leaned in for a kiss, which Jon happily allowed. It had been so long and it felt so good to taste those lips again. Robb pushed forward, wanting more, and Jon responded with equal fervor.

When they broke apart, panting from lack of air, Robb had a lustful haze to his eyes, "Of course I'll have you. I'll have you as many times as you can stand."

Jon smiled and wrapped his arms around Robb, warmth building up inside him when the Lord of Winterfell returned the embrace immediately. He had missed Robb terribly and tried to avoid dwelling on it. But there was no denying how happy he was to have Robb this close once again.

But they were interrupted by a knock at the door and Sam's voice, "Lord Commander? Shall we prepare anything special for our guests?"

Jon let out a short laugh and called out, "Lord Stark and I will take dinner in my quarters. We will prepare a more formal meal tomorrow."

"Yes, Commander."

He looked back to Robb and, seeing the look in his blue eyes, quickly said, "After the meal, not before. You were insatiable before I left Winterfell and I won't want to get out of bed after we get started. The Night's Watch is sworn to celibacy and you are a married man, after all."

Robb nodded sadly and got up, extending a hand for Jon, "You're right, but come tonight I will give you all the memories you need until I can return to you again, for however briefly."

As Jon lay in his bed, his head upon Robb's bare chest, he let his hand wander across Robb's skin. First his face covered with stubble, then down to his neck, then his chest, then his stomach. Both men had spent themselves in passionate lovemaking and now lay naked under the furs covering Jon's bed.

It had been so long since he had been with Robb. He knew they had two separate places in the world, him standing watch upon the Wall and Robb ruling Winterfell and the North. But that didn't mean he loved Robb any less.

Here, naked under his furs with the man he loved, he felt warm. For the first time in years, he didn't feel cold at all. He knew what the next couple of days would be like and was eager for it. For those few days, the cold would not bother him and then when Robb had to return to Winterfell he would carry that warmth inside of him. Robb's love would keep him warm until the man could find another chance to come to the Wall.