Warning: Major fluff and smutty goodness! Be prepared...

Chapter 6

Jon wasn't bothered that Catelyn prohibited him from joining the others at the feast. No, he was used to that. Besides, he knew that he wouldn't be able to restrain himself from giving Robb knowing looks the entire time, which would certainly arise some sort of suspicion from the others. Something entirely different was eating at his mind, and though he knew it could be simplified into three words, he still had to think about it. So Jon avoided the feast all together and went to sit outside near the stables, near where he and Robb had their intimate moment only hours earlier.

I love him... he thought. I'm in love with him. That was the only thought that screamed in his mind when he anxiously imagined what their evening together would be like. There was no other explanation for how he felt. Robb's scent was intoxicating, making everything else nonexistant. His eyes were captivating, turning Jon into his slave, eargerly awaiting Robb's every command. His lips, oh gods his lips. He only dared to think of what those lips could ultimately do to him. He shuddered pleasantly at the thought.

But overall, he knew without a doubt that he was in love, and always had been, and most likely always would be. Robb was all he knew, and all he wanted to know. Deep down, though, he knew they could never be. They would have to hide their relationship - is this really a relationship? - and if Lady Stark were to ever find out... but Jon could not even fathom her reaction. It was too late to back out now, though. They had kissed, and that was enough to destroy everything they once had. Jon would never be able to forget the feel of Robb's lips, or even the touch of his hand in a manner other than brotherly.

Helplessly in love, Jon sighed and let the cold air surround him. Though he was a considerable distance from the feast, he could easily hear the merriment dancing all around Winterfell, and it reached his ears almost mockingly. He would wait until the feast had dragged on for far too long, and then he would go to Robb. He had to tell him. No matter what was going to happen, there was no way Jon could keep this truth to himself for long.

He closed his eyes and breathed in slowly through his nose, letting the crisp evening air travel through his body. I'm in love with Robb Stark.

He had said it. Robb's tears were hot, and they fell on his skin like the kisses he was receiving on his lips. All barriers shattered beneath them, and all Jon could comprehend was the feeling of skin on skin as their clothes were pulled from each other. Both shirtless, Robb held him down against the bed and smothered him with his lips. Jon's eyes were shut tightly, and he tried desperately to organize his thoughts to no avail. Robb blocked everything out, except for the fact that his skin was becoming more sensitive by the moment. He was overwhelmed with feeling of love and touch.

"Jon..." Robb's mouth moved along Jon's lightly beared jawbone, and down his neck, then back up to his ear. "You have no idea how long I've waited to hear that..." His words were a soft purr. "Please... Please say it again."

Jon nearly gasped the words. "I love you, Robb." His hands grasped Robb's sides and his eyes fluttered open. "I'm so overcome by love for you."

Once again he felt Robb's lips on his own and their legs began to tangle. Robb's teeth grabbed his lower lip and he sucked hard, eliciting a hushed moan. When he pulled back to release the lip, it appeared slightly swollen, and Jon's eyes were glazed over with pleasure. "Look what you do to me, Jon..." Robb whispered, and he pressed feather-light kisses down Jon's bare chest.

"Robb, I... I don't think I can take too much of this." He stared panting, and his body became flushed. "But please don't stop."

Robb looked up at Jon to see him restraining himself from writhing about. Pleased, he flicked out his tongue and made a wet line running from Jon's belly button to the rim of his pants. His hands firmly grasped Jon's hips, and he looked up into his face. "Jon."

Jon took a moment to regain his senses and he looked at Robb. The image was extremely intoxicating; Robb's face inches from the buckle on his pants, his eyes full of warm love and desire, and Jon's torso was shimmering from the line of saliva Robb had created. "You don't have to stop..."

Robb smirked. "Tonight, Jon, you are my prince. I want to show you my love for you. I want to make you believe it."

Is this really happening? Jon's thoughts were nearly incomprehensible. "I'm yours."

Jon watched as Robb sat up and straddled Jon. He was looking down, holding Jon's gaze as he unbuckled his own pants and he just barely pulled them loose around his hips, revealing nothing. Jon's breathing increased and his lips remained parted as he watched Robb, the image itself incredibly arousing; Robb, shirtless, straddling him as he prepared to remove both their clothing entirely. Jon could feel Robb's erection pressing against his own through their clothing. He moved his arms so they were above his head and clinging to the head board. His whole body was shaking with anticipation, and the air around them was increasingly more hot.

Robb brought his hands down to feel around Jon's torso, and as he did so, he began to rock his body, slowly grinding himself against Jon. He moved in circular motions, making sure to press against Jon's noticable erection each time. He opened his mouth slightly in a smile, his own lips equally as swollen as Jon's due to their eager kissing. The orange flicker of the fire reflected his eyes, and as the night fully set in, the fire served as their only lighting in the room.

Jon tried his best to keep quiet, but each time he felt Robb press himself against him, he felt it was more and more difficult to keep from moaning over and over again. He started rocking his own hips to the rhythm, moving up to meet Robb each time he came back down in his griding, circle motions. And then he moved, no longer straddling Jon. His hands that were on his chest moved to a new task - removing his pants. Jon lifted his lower self up to help Robb pull them off. Though they had seen each other naked before due to the baths, Jon couldn't help but feel more nervous as his erection was now fully exposed.

He couldn't take being still any longer. Jon sat up and brought his lips an inch or so away from Robb's, and then he maneuvered Robb so that their positions were switched. Once Robb was laying down, Jon pulled his pants off as well, so that both of them were fully naked, exposed to the playful lighting of the fire. Jon took in the sight, being on top of Robb now. Unable to control himself, he began devouring Robb, kissing every bit of his skin that he could. And then an idea struck him. He lifted his chin up from Robb's chest, only barely, and he locked eyes as he moved down between Robb's legs. His length was considerably intimidating, and delightful all the same.

Jon began by lightly licking the tip just to tease Robb, and when he heard the delicious sounds Robb started to make, he took the entire length into his mouth. Robb's hands immediately tangled themselves through the black curls of Jon's hair. "Oh fuck, Jon..." he gasped.

Whatever happens, right now Robb is all mine. Jon moved his tongue all around the cock in his mouth, encouraged by the many sounds coming from Robb. The fingers become more and more tightly tangled in his hair, but it felt better the harder they pulled. And then they pulled him up, away from the saliva-drenched cock, and instead to Robb's face, where he kissed him hungrily. "Lay down for me..." he breathed.

Complying, Jon took Robb's place again, and once on his back again, he raised his arms back behind his head to grasp the head board. His lips were very wet with saliva, and he could still taste Robb all over his tongue. He watched as Robb took both of Jon's legs and lifted them over his shoulders. "Oh..." he said. "Will it hurt?"

"I'll be slow, my prince."

Jon held the head board behind him even tighter as he watched Robb. He saw his legs on his shoulders, and his own cock was throbbing hard, leaking all over his chest. Robb was looking down, guiding himself, and then Jon felt Robb's wet cock pressing against his entrance. He pushed in slowly, then pulled back out. Jon shut his eyes tightly as Robb went in again, this time burrowing himself all the way in, and then he pulled back out again. Jon panted heavily and let out a series of small gasps each time he felt Robb fill him completely.

"Oh, Jon..."

They started moving faster, the pain slowly disappearing into undeniable pleasure. Jon's moans became louder and louder until he had to conciously quiet himself. He felt Robb's hands holding onto his ankles, and he even felt Robb move his face to the side to kiss the sides of his feet and ankles. Each time he was thrust inside of, Jon felt an intense shiver of pleasure through his body, and his cock became more and more unbearable to ignore.

"Oh Robb, Robb, I... oh..." It was becoming more difficult to have his eyes open at all, for which each thrust and each shiver of delight, they fluttered shut.

Without a word, Robb spat into his right hand and grabbed Jon's cock. With each thrust inside of him, he moved his hand. Jon became entirely unable to speak, and instead released a constant stream of various moans. "Fuck, Jon, I'm gonna..." Before he could finish his sentence, Jon's moans reached a higher pitched than they had before, and Robb felt his cock tighten in his hand as he came on his chest. His orgasm ripped through him, making every bit of his body ignite. Robb pulled his own cock out and used his hand to finish off. He grunted hard as he came, adding to the pool of cum on Jon's chest.

Jon remained motionless, still clutching the head board, as he continued to breathe heavily. "Shit, Jon," he heard Robb say. "Let me..." And then he felt clothing on his chest as Robb tried to wipe up the mess they had made.

"Robb, why have we never done this before?"

"I didn't know you loved me before."

Jon sat up and looked at Robb, who was retreiving their pants from the floor. Once back in their pants, though having no desire to put on shirts, they sat next to each other on the bed. "I know I'll always love you, Robb."

"Don't ever leave me."

Jon's hands caressed Robb's face. "I won't."