Chapter 3
Bronn's lips tasted of sweet wine. Jaime's short stubble rubbed against Bronn's face, making him wince as the little hairs pricked his soft skin. Jaime placed his golden hand on Bronns shoulder as he used his remaining hand to pull the heated man closer. A loud click of iron belts smashing against each other, interrupted the adrenaline fueled kiss. Jaime's short hair made it hard for Bronn to grab, which didn't stop him from trying. Mouth to mouth, fighting for dominance, as the warmth of each others passions raised the temperature in the room. Drips of sweat begun to form on Jaimes forehead. Bronn was beginning to get lost in the moment but snapped back to reality, back to his plan. Loosing his head like that had not happened in a long time, to long to remember. Reassuring himself of the mission Bronn begun to unbuckle Jaime breeches. Jaime grabbed onto Bronns nimble hands, placing a firm grip, halting him on the spot. "Bronn, I don't know what to do, I… I mean with a man.." said Jaime as he grinned his teeth and looked side to side in awkwardness. Bronn could not hold down the chuckle. "The Lannister, Kingslayer, does not know how to fuck! Don't worry your lordship, I will ease you into it" said Bronn with a smirk on his face as he established direct eye contact while he got on his knees. Jaime's mouth begun to gape open as his cat green eyes closed and his expectation begun to rise. Bronn unbuckled Jaime's garments as he simultaneously undid his own. The Kingslayer's excitement and anticipation was very present to Bronn whose eagerness was more than showing. "Bronn, I-" begun to plead Jaime as he inhaled a quick gasp of air. Bronn had taken Jaime, all of him as he begun to take care of himself. Jaime could not resist the urge to grab at Bronns hair, trying first with his iron hand, then speedily switching to his fleshed one, the one with fingers ready to wrap the mercenary. Bronn had never been handled like this before, gasping for air constantly, excited to no end. Without warning, he got back on his legs and meet lips with Jaime who was not prepared. Tasting himself on Bronn's tongue only made him grow harder while their bodies pressed against each other. Bronn grabbed Jaime while his guard was down and spun him around, pressing his glistening lips all over the lions neck. Finding himself pushing back against Bronn, feeling a warm sensation against him, Jaime reached with his firm left hand, grabbing a piece of his soldiers behind; gripping hard as his metal hand rested on the bed frame. Bronn prepared himself with ease as the Kingslayers loud wince betrayed him. Slow and with a hand on his shoulder the pain begun to subside. Jaime retracted his able hand to find better balance as he gripped the bed frame. Bronn felt the Lannister ease, loosening up, begging to be treated like just another whore in his eyes. Jaime spread his legs wider in the hopes of finding more comfort in the growing aggressiveness Bronn seemed to be exercising. Grinding teeth and loud gasps was everything Jaime could mustered. What had begun as a forward gesture from someone he had considered a friend, had taken an unthinkable direction. How did I end up here?, thought Jaime as his knuckles begun to whiten from the rigid grip. The room echoed with a rhythm of flesh pouring flesh, a rhythm Jaime had begun to find gratifying. Bronn opened his eyes as sweat kept pouring from his unkempt hair. Seeing the Kingslayer squirm was a sight to behold, smiling was not enough to do the moment justice. Bronn noticed Jaime unable to let go of the bed, unable to please himself, prompting him to intervene and lend the man a hand. Jaime found himself being stroked rapidly. Closing his eyes, letting all the worry leave his body, thinking of only the moment, the now, no war, no planning, the responsibilities out the door. Bronn heard loud groans as he felt Jaime tighten and quiver under him. Bringing his wet hand up to the Kingslayers hips and quickening the tempo, which only led to more hoarse sounds that overtook the silence of the room. The golden coins found themselves covered in white, as Bronn and Jaime climbed onto the creaking bed.