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Consonance in my Brother's Flesh-by PS

Chapter Three

Jon sat outside of the Stark house beside Arya, both of them watching their pets play out in the cold dead grass.

Arya licked at the ice cream that was currently residing on her spoon, "so, how are you and Robb doing?"

Jon shrugged.

He had gotten the day off, so he decided to spend it with one of his favorite little sisters, plus, Arya was the only one that would eat ice cream with him when it was cold outside.

"We're okay I guess. I mean, we're still having some difficulties…" he trailed off, suddenly not so comfortable talking about this.

Arya glanced over at him and raised a brow, lifting her hand to tuck a stray piece of hair that had escaped her ponytail behind her ear.

"You two will always have difficulties, you're Starks. Well…sort of." She gave him a sheepish smile, "maybe if you two spend more time together things will get better."

Jon shook his head and let it hang low, the wind ruffling his hair, "I'm not sure. We're both so busy, and-"

"Bull!" Arya cried, swishing her spoon like a wand, "that's idiotic! You two have problems, so you need to work through them. I'm tired of you two being babies about it!"

Jon blinked, eyes wide and lips parted, "wow. Didn't know you felt so strongly about it she-wolf."

She almost looked embarrassed, but Arya Stark was never embarrassed, "yeah, well. I love you two, and I want things to work out."

He rolled his eyes at her, turning back to look at the dogs playing with one another, a game of chase.

A sudden thought occurred to him, "hold on…wasn't that boy…Gendry! Wasn't he supposed to be over here today? I thought you said I had to clear out by a certain time."

Then, the most amazing thing happened…Arya Stark blushed. Blushed!

Jon's eyes went impossibly wider, "you like him!"

Arya stood up suddenly, spinning around to face him, her cheeks beet red, "I do not! Gendry is just a friend!"

Jon leaned back on the stone steps, "right. Sure he is."

Arya angrily stabbed her spoon back into her cup of uneaten ice cream, "it's nothing. Besides he…he doesn't even like me like that. He's probably more interested in Sansa if anybody…everybody else likes her better."

Jon frowned, set his cup down and reached out to hold her hand. Arya sunk down on the steps next to him, a downtrodden expression ruining her face.

"Don't talk like that," the dark haired male started, "there's someone out there for everybody. Maybe Gendry just isn't the one for you, but then again, he might be. You never know."

Arya bit her lip, staring at the dry grass, "he never talks about it. We never talk about it. I think I'm just one of the guys to him."

Jon bent his head, and lifted a finger to her chin, making her look up at him. Her green eyes shone with unshed tears.

Jon tilted his head to the side, "you, Arya, are most definitely not a boy. You may dress and act like one, but nothing can hide that you're a girl. A lovely girl."

She smiled at that, which was what he was aiming for. "You're just saying that," she said, lifting her jacket sleeve to wipe at her nose.

Jon gave her a look, making her giggle. "I'm not 'just saying that,' ask anybody, they'll tell you the truth."

Arya gave him a grin, but it quickly morphed into a frown, "Dad used to say this stuff to me. Told me that I was pretty or whatever when nobody else did. Not even Mother."

Jon's anger mounted at Catelyn, but he continued to listen.

She went on, "you remind me of him sometimes. He was the only other one, besides you and Robb, to encourage my fencing and gun practice. And the only other one to eat ice cream outside in the winter too." She smirked at him, "I don't know if you've noticed, but you two were very much alike. I think that may be another reason that Mother doesn't like you, you remind her of her dead husband."

Jon swallowed hard, those words cutting into him and making his heart bleed.

Arya stood up again, this time though she didn't look quite as sad, just melancholy, "I'm going inside now. Want to come in? We can watch movies until Gendry comes to pick me up for our band practice."

Jon gave her a small grin, "as tempting as that sounds I had actually better go. Robb said he would try to get home earlier tonight, so maybe we'll actually get a chance to see each other. As your advice entailed."

Arya gave a fake gasp and put a hand on her chest, over her heart, "choosing your boyfriend over me! I'm appalled!"

Jon shook his head, smile still in place and handed her his cup, "I'll see you soon hopefully. Maybe we can all go out for a movie sometimes if I have some days off."

Arya nodded, "sure. Come on Ghost, Nymeria, time to come on in." Jon watched as the dogs faithfully came up to her, Ghost stopping so that Jon could reach down and pet him one last time.

"Good boy," he whispered, the silky fur of his pet soothing to him, "good dog." Ghost huffed at him and trotted inside, Arya waving at Jon before closing the door behind the albino dog's tail…

Robb walked into the apartment, pleased to see that Jon's bike was already downstairs, and that he appeared to be in the bathroom, if the sound of running water was anything to go by.

He smirked as he tugged at his tie and shrugged out of his suit jacket, he could use a shower too…

Jon wouldn't admit it, but his heart jumped when the door to the bathroom opened, the sound echoing under the steam of the shower.

"Robb?" His voice wasn't shaking, thank the Gods, but it did have a hint of worry to it.

"It's just me," the familiar voice called back, "I came to join you."

Jon bit his lip and shook his head to get his wet locks out of his face, "well…you'd better hurry, I'm about to use up all of the hot water." He slipped closer to the showerhead, leaving room in the back for his lover.

The slight swish of the shower curtain brought on Robb's appearance into the small space; those strong arms coming to close around Jon's pale waist and pull him closer.

"I missed you," the older man whispered.

Jon smiled slightly, holding up a hand to reach back and tangle it into Robb's curls, tugging his head down so that they could kiss.

It was sloppy and wet, but neither one minded when Jon turned in the circle of his arms and touched Robb's jaw tenderly, "I missed you too."

Robb's lips were parted as he stared down at his lover, his eyes hooded as he examined Jon.

Those black curls were wet and hanging down and sticking to the back of his neck; and his eyelashes were spiky from the water that was still draining down his face. He looked sweet and tender; Robb wanted to tear him open.

He suddenly yanked him closer so that they were glued together from chest to thigh. Jon looked up at him through his lashes, his dark eyes speaking wonders.

"Oh yeah," Robb grinned, "you definitely missed me." He circled his hips, catching Jon's hard length between his movements. His younger lover gasped.

Jon stared up at Robb, amazed. Neither of them was usually this forward, and it sent a hot tingle down his spine. He wanted more of this, liked the dark edge to his boyfriend.

When the elder made a quick thrust against him Jon had to reach up and wind his arms around the red head's neck so that he wouldn't fall, his knees were so weak.

Robb let one of his hands drift down to Jon's bottom, let his fingers clench into one of the cheeks roughly before slipping down near the cleft and running his fingers across his boyfriend's opening.

Jon gasped, biting his bottom lip to stop the noises; Robb flicked his eyes down to his face, "oh no my sweet wolf, you'll let the whole neighborhood hear those noises tonight. Let them know that it's me who's making you feel so good, let them know that this, you, belong to me."

Jon could have come from that alone, but instead he panted out, "please," against Robb's lips, trying to catch his attention.

Robb smiled, leaning his head down to brush their lips together and whisper to him, "soon my love."

He moved them so that they were fully under the shower head's spray, so that it was all hot and slippery and so that Jon was pressed against the tiled wall, his leg coming up to cling onto Robb's hip.

Robb licked his lips, tasting the water, and moved to kiss along Jon's collar bone, moving further down when the man's moans got louder.

Jon wasn't going to be best pleased with him when Robb didn't stick his cock in him, but they would both receive pleasure tonight, the elder would make sure of it.

"Turn around," he muttered huskily, "now Jon."

The younger did as instructed, making sure to rub his skin against his brother's in retaliation.

Robb bit his tongue to stop his groans and pushed his lover into the wall, making his breath come out in one whoosh.

"I've wanted you all day," Robb acquiesced, "been thinking about you, your tight heat, that thatched cock of yours, all damn day!" He thrusted against his brother then, making Jon whine into the damp tiles.

Jon reached down for his own prick, but was stopped when Robb growled at him, "no! You'll be coming on my cock tonight. Only from me."

Jon bit his lip, gasping every now and then when Robb's touches became too rough, or when his thrusts went to deep or when it was all too hot.

And then, as usual, the end came to soon, Jon whimpering as the water splashed down around them, his release going to join it down the drain. Robb followed soon afterwards, his hot seed sticking to Jon's back and barely exposed hole.

He panted, stepping away from his boyfriend who was plastered against the wall; "told you that you would come from me alone."

Jon glanced back over his shoulder, chest heaving, and grinned back at him…

The two of them were snuggled up on the couch together, the t.v. on, but neither one of them paying attention to it.

Robb placed his chin against the top of his brother's head, "Jon…"

The younger blearily opened his eyes and pulled his head up to look at his lover, "hmm?"

Robb gulped, "if I asked you a serious question, would you answer honestly?"

Jon sat up a little straighter, concerned, "It depends on the question, but yes."

Robb took a deep breath, "If I asked you to marry me, would you say yes?"

Jon's eyes went wide…

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