Chapter 8
For Jon, morning came far too soon. The night held pleasant dreams for him, full of Robb and the touches still warm on his skin. It was difficult to separate dream from reality. The sun crept through Jon's window, taking away the remainder of the night. Was it all real? Jon rolled onto his back and gazed at the ceiling, and lightly rubbed his lips with his fingertips. Yes, it was real. Reluctant to start the day, Jon relived the previous night in his mind. He thought of Robb's tongue, his smoldering eyes, his gasps. Too caught up in his memory, he slid his hand down his pants without realizing it. He shut his eyes tightly and arched his back, pleasuring himself to the image of Robb inside of him, with Jon's legs raised above his shoulders. As he came, he bit down hard on his bottom lip.
Ah, fuck…. Carefully, Jon moved to the side of the bed and stepped out of his now soaked trousers. Robb has really gotten to me.
Of course Robb was busy for the whole day. Although Jon anticipated as much, it still disappointed him to hear it from Bran. "With the Lord Stark, you say?"
"Yep, sitting in on the regular meetings. I may have to do that someday, too." Bran was picking out a bow to practice with, which he was more interested in than the conversation. Fighting and climbing was more of his style.
"I'm sure you will." I don't think I'll ever be at any of those meetings. Jon had spent enough energy and thought on his name not being Stark to give the thought much more attention. Instead, he decided to help Bran with an archery lesson.
"These arrows are bent!" Another missed shot.
"Keep your elbow up, Bran. Aim with your eyes and the arrow will follow." Jon liked spending time with his little brother, but he couldn't help but notice how empty the field seemed to be. With Theon sitting in on the meetings, there wasn't much to pay attention to.
"Maester Luwin looks like he's in a hurry." Bran lowered the bow to watch the Maester hurry toward the meeting hall. "I wonder what that letter in his hand is all about. Can we go see?"
"I don't think that would be wise."
"But it looks urgent!"
Jon did want to go see, but as he was contemplating the idea, he caught the eye of Catelyn Stark coming toward them. "Bran, where is Rickon?" She glared at Jon, as if disapproving of them being alone together.
"I don't know, mother."
"Should you be leaving your younger brother by himself?" After a long stern look, Bran quietly gave up and went to replace his bow. Before leaving, he glanced at Jon with an apologetic look.
With Catelyn near him, Jon knew he wouldn't be able to enter the meeting to see what was going on. He went to the first place he thought of – the stables. He thought of when Robb shoved him into the small room and kissed him fiercely. It was another perfect memory that he couldn't shake.
"Hello, boy," he said, patting his horse on its side, before going into the room. It was the same as last time; clearly no one really cleaned up. Although, he couldn't tell if he and Robb were the ones who knocked some things over. The thought made him smile. I can't get him out of my head.
He has never been out of my head.
He heard the shuffle of boots enter the stables. "Theon?"
"What are you doing in there, Snow?"
"Ah… no one ever cleans around here." Not exactly the person I wanted to see.
"Thought you'd take it upon yourself to do that, eh?" Theon chuckled and leaned against the doorway to the room.
"Weren't you in the meeting hall, Theon?" And is Robb still in there?
"It's my duty to be there by the Lord Stark's side, as you're aware."
Smart ass. "What was the letter Maester Luwin carried?"
"Know about that, eh? Well I'm sure news should travel fast. King Robert Baratheon rides for Winterfell."
Jon couldn't decide how to properly react. "For what reason?"
"Well, Snow," Theon grinned, happy to be the knowledgeable one. "Jon Arryn has died. We assume the King means to make the Lord Stark his new Hand."
"Lord Eddard… leaving Winterfell?"
"He can't very well refuse, can he?"
Jon tried to imagine Winterfell without Eddard. All he could see was Catelyn's hateful gaze, and Robb… as the new Lord. "Where is Robb?" He couldn't help but ask, even if it seemed out of character.
"He didn't seem to want any company. Asked to be on his own for right now." Theon's grin faded and he looked down, concerned.
"Do you know where he went?" I need to see him. Now.
"What's up with you and him anyway?"
Jon paled. "What d'you mean?"
"I mean he's been acting more distant lately, and you seem more concerned with that than with what's going on right now." Theon crossed his arms and looked at Jon accusingly. "Why don't you tell me what's up with him?"
I need to get out of here. "I don't know what you're on about, Theon." He moved past him and headed out of the stables, almost running into Robb head on.
"Jon." It sounded surprised and relieved.
"Robb." Jon breathed his name; it was almost a whisper. He was also still very aware of Theon not far behind him, watching.
"I've already told him about the letter." Theon walked up, making it impossible for Jon to drag Robb away without being questioned even more. "Thought you wanted to be on your own."
Robb kept his expression steady, though it looked pained. His eyes remained on Jon. "He's told you?" The words were quiet. Jon only nodded, unsure of how to act with Theon so near. With a sharp intake of breath, Robb grabbed his arm. "Theon, I'm having a word with Jon." He then turned and pulled Jon along behind him.
They went to the Godswood, far out of sight of others. Once there, Robb let go of Jon's arm. He ran his hands through his hair and sighed. "I'm going to be the Lord of Winterfell."
What do I say? Jon raised his hand up to caress Robb's face.
"I'm afraid, Jon."
There's no one around. He brought his other hand up to Robb's face and then kissed him.
He's going to be the Lord. I won't see him much.
Robb kissed back fiercely and wrapped his arms around Jon, holding him tightly. Then Jon felt something hot against his face. He pulled back to see that Robb was crying, unable to hold himself together. "Don't leave me, Jon."
"May I come to you room again tonight?"
"Please."
The room was entirely too hot, but they didn't seem to care. Gasps escaped between every kiss, and they had to keep hushing each other when one got too loud. Their clothes sat forgotten on the floor, and their bodies were covered in sweat. Jon's fingers roughly clung to Robb's hair, and he writhed underneath him.
"Jon…" Robb breathed against Jon's lips. "Touch me."
Jon's eyes were clouded by desire. He only let out a sound of pleasure as he moved a hand between them and he grasped Robb's cock in his hand. Robb grunted and bit down on Jon's bottom lip, nearly drawing blood. He could feel pre-cum running through his fingers and onto his own cock. He started moving his hand up and down, drawing more and more sweet sounds from Robb.
"Too close…" Robb pulled away from Jon and grabbed his legs to lift them over his shoulders. He leaned forward and kissed Jon one more time, and then moved down and sucked on his neck. Jon nearly whimpered in response. "Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Please, Robb… I want you."
Robb leaned up again and moved a hand down between Jon's legs. With one finger, he pushed against his entrance and slid it inside. Robb looked down on Jon's face, watching his eyes shut in pleasure. "I love you so much, Jon," he breathed. He moved his finger in and out a few times before adding a second, making Jon writhe.
"Robb… I can't take too much more…"
Robb removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock. Jon bit down on his lip to keep from moaning. His hands reached up and took their place in Robb's hair again, pulling hard in time to each thrust. They moved like that until both of them reached their climax, and Robb collapsed on top of him. Their heavy breathing was the only thing they heard for the next few moments.
Jon wrapped his arms around Robb, who was still laying on top of him. "I want to stay like this." He knew it wouldn't happen. Changes were coming, and he didn't know how much longer he would be able to see him. Being as they were was too good to be true.
"We'll run away together, Jon."
"You have no idea how much I wish we could."
