When Jon's alarm rang the next morning he came out of a dream about writhing bodies and deep, blue eyes. Sighing, he pushed his way out of bed and into the shower, stripping a release out of himself fast and hard. He groaned as he came and gave himself a mental shake. Get it together. You have a whole day with him to get through. Jumping him on an oily concrete floor isn't how you want to do this. A voice in the corner of the mind whispered isn't it? He pushed it away firmly, turning the shower off and wrapping a towel around his waist.

He stood in front of the mirror to shave, taking a few days worth of scruff off his cheeks and neck and trimming the short beard that hugged his jaw.

When he was done he pulled on his jeans and Gendry's singlet from the day before. It wasn't that dirty and he liked the feeling of wearing the other man's clothes.

Before he left he paused, listening at the dividing door to his sister's room. He hadn't heard any noise coming from it all morning and wondered if Arya had come home last night. Then he shrugged. She was a big girl and he'd see her tonight at Gendry's.

The thought of the night to come sent a thrill of anticipation through him and he reiterated his mental pledge to keep things professional during the day.

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As usual, Ghost bounded ahead of him to greet the mechanic. Gendry was kneeling on the floor, reaching for something in his toolbox and Ghost rubbed his head against the man's cheek, asking to be scratched. Gendry turned and wrapped his arms around the big animal with a smile, giving him a hug and a rough rub on the side.

Jon's heart thumped in his chest as he watched the pair. I'm fucked, he thought, and he took a deep breath and moved into the workshop.

Gendry looked up to meet his gaze and his eyes lit up. He pushed himself to his feet and moved closer, his intention showing in his face. Jon put his hands up.

'Please don't,' he said, and he saw a flash of hurt. Jon looked him in the eyes, letting the intensity of his feelings show through and Gendry relaxed a bit, his own face taking on some of that need.

'Last night was - If you touch me, I won't be able to stop,' he said. 'Unless you want to end up bent over one of your workbenches, let's both just try and keep it at the friend level today?'

Gendry's eyes had widened at the mention of being bent over and his breath hissed through his teeth. But he jerked a quick nod and closed his eyes to suck in a deep breath.

'You're right,' he said. 'If we're going to do this, I want to do it right. And if you touch me I don't think I'll be able to stop until we're naked either.'

Jon shuddered, the want ripping through him. Then he smiled weakly.

'Deal then', he said, turning away and clenching his hands into fists so he wouldn't be tempted to reach out and pull the other man against his body.

He took a deep breath and with a wrench he put his mind back in the headspace of the jobs for the day.

'You want me to finish off the Yamaha this morning?' he asked, keeping his voice even and his eyes fixed on the bike.

There was a pause, but Jon didn't turn around to watch Gendry control himself.

'Yes - yeah, good idea,' the other man said thickly. 'I'll be up the back working on something else,' he said vaguely, then turned away.

The morning passed quickly. The agreed separation of space and the familiarity of the tasks calmed them both. Eventually they began chatting from across the workshop. Simple things, whether either of them liked the song playing on the radio - Gendry was into hip hop, Jon preferred rock; what each of them liked to do in their spare time - Gendry had done a lot of hiking, Jon had a secret love for fantasy books.

When Arya walked in later, Jon was laughing at a story Gendry was telling him about the time he'd decided that paddling a kayak out alone into Blackwater Bay in a storm was a good idea.

'By the time I made it back to shore it was nearly midnight and my mum had basically mobilised the coastguard into a search and rescue. I was sore for days. I can't even look at a paddle now without shuddering.' It was a moment before either of them noticed her, and when they did Gendry smiled and moved to greet her.

'Arry! I wasn't expecting to see you until tonight.'

She shrugged, 'I like to show up in unexpected places.' Her look was knowing as she glanced across at Jon and he evaded her eyes, sure his feelings would be written all over his face. Arya pushed herself up on to a relatively clean section of bench, sitting with her legs crossed. She put a plastic bag down beside her.

'I brought lunch, if you two can tear yourselves away from ... your work.' She ignored the glare Jon was throwing her way and rifled around in the bag, pulling out boxes of noodles.

The three of them settled into eat, Jon passing chunks of meat to Ghost, who had come up to sit between him and Gendry, eyes big as he looked at the food.

Arya looked across at Jon, 'I had a text from Robb this morning,' she mentioned casually.

Jon felt himself stiffen. That life, and the responsibilities that came with it, seemed so far away here in the Bay.

'Why didn't he text me?' Jon asked, pulling his phone out of his pocket to check it.

'Probably because he knows you can barely use that thing.'

Gendry coughed into his food at this and Jon glanced across at him, face reddening. Arya looked between the two of them, a smirk spreading across her face. The look in her eyes told Jon he was going to be having an awkward conversation later.

'Aaaaanyway,' Arya said, still grinning. 'He just wanted to know how things are going here. The thing we need to be in the Landing for is probably happening early next week. I told him we were on track as long as parts come in today or tomorrow.'

Arya looked across at Gendry who shook his head, 'I've had shipping confirmation, but nothing's arrived yet.'

Jon had mixed feelings. Part of him wanted Ice back on the road - this was the longest he'd gone without riding in years - and wanted to be able to back his brother up. But another part, a part that was getting louder by the day, hoped maybe there would be a problem and everything would have to be pushed back another week ... or two. He glanced across at Gendry, who was watching him, the look on his face similarly torn.

'I've run out of things to do in town,' Arya announced, jumping down from the bench, 'and Mycah had to work or something. Got anything you need a hand with?'

Gendry finished the last of his noodles and chucked the box into an old 44 gallon drum that served as the workshop bin.

'Sure, if you're half as good as your brother, there's a bunch of things you could help me with.'

Arya snorted, 'J wishes he could be half as good as me.' Jon stuck his tongue out at her and Gendry grinned at them both.

The rest of the afternoon passed like that, easy banter thrown around between the three of them. Soon enough it was past five and Gendry called it a day.

'I need to go home and get this meat in the oven,' he said, wiping his hands.

'Can't wait,' said Jon, smiling, a hint of heat back in his eyes. Gendry smiled back, a promise in his face.

'See you in a few hours,' he said quietly, as he turned to pull down the workshop door.

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Arya and Jon walked the short distance to the house later that night.

'Will you stop fiddling,' Arya hissed at him as they stood on the porch. 'You look fine. You could be wearing a pink tutu and that man would still want to jump you.' She paused, 'now there's an image.' Jon elbowed her in the side but her words had helped dispel a bit of his nervousness.

Hot Pie answered the door with a smile.

'Come in guys, Gendry is just finishing up with the food.' He reached down to pat Ghost but the big animal pulled his lip back, showing his teeth. Hot Pie put his hands up, eyes wide.

'No touching. Got it.'

Jon gave Ghost a look but he wasn't really surprised. The reaction had been more in line with his normal behaviour than anything else he'd done lately.

As they entered the kitchen, Jon paused. Gendry was facing away from them, busy with something on the oven. Jon took a moment to drink him in. He was wearing a light blue shirt, rolled up at the arms and unbuttoned in the front. It stretched across his broad shoulders and the jeans he was wearing hugged his arse in a way that made Jon itch to touch. He turned from the oven, a spoon in one hand, and saw them. He gave a quick smile of greeting to Arya, then he gave Jon a lingering assessment from the ground up. When his eyes met Jon's he brought the spoon up to his mouth, sucking the flavour off it absentmindedly. Jon's eyes dropped to the man's mouth and suddenly all he could imagine was Gendry on his knees in front of him, putting that mouth to another use. Heat flooded through him and he opened his own mouth slightly, licking his lips unconsciously. Gendry's eyes darkened as he noticed and he took the spoon back out of his mouth with a soft pop.

'When you two have finished eye-fucking each other,' Arya said loudly, 'I wouldn't mind a drink.'

Gendry broke his gaze from Jon's abruptly and flushed slightly. He cleared his throat and rubbed one hand over his short-cropped hair.

'Sure, you guys go through to the dining room and we'll bring everything through in a sec.'

The dining table was already set and Jon sat down, trying to shake off his mood before he embarrassed himself. More.

'You got it bad J,' Ary muttered under her breath, as she took a seat across from him.

'Shut up,' he muttered, fiddling with his fork.

'Maybe you could just skip dinner and eat dessert off his body,' she suggested, snorting a laugh at the look on his face. Gendry and Hot Pie both walked in at that moment and Jon aimed a kick at his sister under the table. Gendry placed a large tray of cut meat in the middle of the table and Hot Pie followed with two plates of roast vegetables.

The food looked and smelled amazing. Hot Pie took a seat next to Ary and Gendry disappeared back into the kitchen, returning moments later with a jug of gravy and a beer for each of them.

'This ok?' he asked, as he handed the drinks over.

'Perfect,' Jon said, as their fingers brushed. Arya fluttered her eyelashes exaggeratedly at him from across the table. Jon decided ignoring her would be the best policy. He doubted it would help.

Gendry sat down at the head of the table, between Jon and Arya. They all began to dish up and for a few minutes, the food distracted Jon from the man sitting beside him.

'This is delicious,' he said to both of them, genuinely impressed by the meal.

'Thanks,' Gendry said with a smile, then Jon started as he felt a knee brush against his under the table. His eyes darted across to his sister, but she was engaged in conversation about something with Hot Pie. He looked at Gendry, who was looking down at his food, then shifted his leg so it lined up with the other man's more. Gendry's eyes darted across to his at the increase in contact and Jon's gaze again shifted to his mouth.

He didn't think he tasted the rest of his meal. All his attention was focussed on the contact between their bodies. Jon had twisted so he could rub his foot against the other man's calf and Gendry kept darting little glances at him that made him think the other man wanted to shove everything off the table and lay him out on it.

'Jon!'

'Huh?' he said, pulling his head around to see Hot Pie holding his hand out for Jon's plate.

'I said, did you want desert now? I baked a lemon pie this afternoon. It's Gendry's favourite so I hope you two like it.'

'Sure, yeah that sounds great, thank you,' he replied, getting up to help take the leftovers into the kitchen. He passed Gendry as he did so, and the other man trailed his fingers along Jon's arm, causing goosebumps to break out on his skin.

His enjoyment of the pie was over ridden by his enjoyment of watching Gendry lick the sticky lemon and whipped cream off his spoon. He didn't even think the other man knew how hot he looked while he was doing it. Gendy closed his eyes and moaned in appreciation of the pie at one point and Jon came close to pushing his chair back and straddling him.

Finally it was over and they all moved into the lounge. Hot Pie claimed the arm chair in the corner of the room and Jon and Arya took one end each of the couch. Gendry walked in last, carrying a handful of beers. He flicked the lights off and paused a moment at the couch before sinking in between Jon and Arya. It wasn't a big couch and his body was warm and hard against Jon's where they were pressed together from knee to shoulder. He reached across Jon's body to pass a beer to Hot Pie in the arm chair. As he did so, Jon caught a whiff of his spicy, clean showered scent and he breathed in deeply. Gendry shot him a glance as he shifted back into his seat and Jon's heart stuttered at the heat in his look.

He took the drink Gendry offered him automatically and on the other end of the couch he heard Arya pop the top off hers with a hiss. As Gendry settled in beside him and picked up the remote to queue up the movie, Jon was painfully aware of every single place their bodies touched.

He tried to pay attention to the screen, but all he could think was whether he should reach out and put his arm around Gendry's shoulder, or maybe reach for his hand, where it was resting on his thigh, just centimetres from Jon's own. He wanted to touch the other man but he knew once he started he wouldn't be able to stop.

'Ugh, you could cut the sexual tension between those two with a knife,' Arya said about half an hour into the movie, waving her hand at the screen. 'They just need to stop dancing around each other and kiss for god's sake.' Jon glanced past Gendry to his sister, but she was very deliberately looking at the screen.

'Yep,' Hot Pie agreed. 'This movie's obvious. They'll hook up and then live happily ever after.' Arya nodded, looking across at the big man.

'You got anything better to do?'

He raised an eyebrow at her, 'you like gaming?'

She shrugged, 'depends. Give me anything that requires hand to hand combat and I'll dominate you,' she grinned, a challenge in her eyes.

'Oh, you're on,' Hot Pie grinned back, levering himself to his feet. Just like that they were gone. Moments later the dull booming sound of the opening credits to Mortal Kombat echoed through the house.

Jon sat frozen on the couch, Gendry motionless beside him, then the fact that they were alone, on the couch, lit only by the dim light from the hall, sunk in and his heartbeat rocketed higher.

'Do you get the feeling,' Gendry said slowly, turning to him with dark eyes, 'your sister wasn't talking about the movie?'

Jon smiled wryly. 'That's Arya, subtle as a brick through a window.'

'She may have been on to something though,' Gendry murmured, shifting so he was facing Jon. Jon's eyes flicked down to the other man's mouth unbidden.

'She may have been,' he agreed, voice rasping as he shifted position as well.

He leaned forward, closing the distance between them slowly. Gendry moved to meet him, one hand coming up to cup the side of his face. Their lips brushed softly and then Jon brought his hands up too, cupping the side of Gendry's face and the back of his neck. He pulled the other man harder against him, deepening the kiss. Gendry moaned softly, opening his mouth slightly and Jon pushed forward, suddenly desperate. He licked into Gendry's mouth, kissing him hard, their teeth clashing together. Gendry responded instantly, pushing himself forward against Jon until he was lying back against the end of the couch and Gendry was above him, straddling him.

The feeling of the other man's body against his, at last, was intense. Jon felt himself go to fully hard in seconds and Gendry grunted as he felt it too, grinding his hips down against Jon's. The pressure and the contact brought a groan of need from Jon. He kissed Gendry desperately, their mouths drawing together and apart as each of them panted for breath, delved in for more. Gendry tasted like lemon and his mouth was hot and wet. Jon couldn't get enough of him. The weight of his body against Jon's, pushing him down into the couch, felt amazing and he let one hand move across the mechanic's shoulders, gripping and kneading. He pushed at the shirt and Gendry shrugged his way out of it, not breaking the kiss, or the grinding pressure at their waists. Jon slid his hand under Gendry's singlet, the feeling of smooth skin over hard muscles driving his need higher as he ran his hand up the other man's back.

Gendry broke off from his mouth with a moan and kissed down his jaw to his neck. Jon closed his eyes and tilted his head back to give him better access. Gendry kissed his way down, sucking bruising kisses into his skin. One hand still cupped the side of Jon's face, the other made its way down his body, gripping hard under his arse and pulling Jon more firmly against him.

'Fuck,' he gasped and Gendry rolled his hips against Jon again. He pulled the mechanic's mouth back up to his, kissing him desperately, losing himself in the feeling of their movement together, the hands on his body, the weight of the other man against him.

He didn't know how long it was before Gendry drew back, panting, to look him in the eyes, his own eyes heavy with his lust.

'I want to taste you. Please,' he rasped.

Jon hitched in a sharp breath at the thought and he pulled the other man back into a bruising kiss before he nodded. Gendry kissed him again quickly, then slid from the couch onto the floor. He pulled Jon around until he had one leg on the couch and the other off the side, then he moved forward to kneel between his spread legs.

He undid the button on Jon's jeans quickly and nudged at him to raise his hips. When he did his pants and underwear were pulled swiftly down and his cock sprang free, aching and hard, pre come dripping from the tip. Gendry took it in hand, Jon hissing as the other man's palm wrapped around his shaft. Then he looked Jon in the eye and licked a hot, wet stripe from the base to the tip.

Jon threw his head back as a moan was ripped from him. Then Gendry started in earnest. He closed his mouth around Jon's shaft, sucking back hard, before pushing his way down. His hand pumped as he did so and the sounds he made, like he was getting off on it just as much as Jon was. Jon cupped the back of the other man's neck with one hand, the other gripping into his own thigh as he let the sensations swell within him. Gendry was incredible, his hot wet mouth, his tongue licking its way up and down him. Just the look of him, eyes closed as he worked Jon over. Jon let himself get lost in it, and everything built so quickly - the aching, unfulfilled need of the last few days, the magic of the man on his knees in front of Jon right now, the feelings being touched was evoking in him.

He could feel his release building within him.

'Gen - I'm gunna come,' he gasped, rubbing at the other man's head. But Gendry just grunted and moved faster, his mouth wrapped firmly around Jon's cock. Just the thought of shooting into Gendry's mouth made Jon lose it. His fingers dug hard into the other man's shoulder as he came with a hoarse cry, hips jerking up against him. Gendry moaned as he did so, tongue and mouth slowing, riding him through it. When he was done, Gendry pulled back, with one last, gentle lick that made Jon shudder.

He looked at the other man, sitting back on his heels, his lips red and wet, his pupils blown wide with need. The other man looked wrecked, and Jon had a thrill of desire to realise he'd done this to him.

'You are fucking amazing,' he whispered, roughly. 'Come here.'

Gendry climbed back up the couch on to him and he groaned as their lips met in a deep, filthy kiss. Soon Jon broke it, pushing himself up and pulling his pants back on, leaving them unbuttoned, so he could push Gendry down onto the couch in front of him.

'My turn,' he said with a wicked grin, and pulled Gendy's singlet up his body to lay wet, biting kisses down his chest. He flicked the other man's nipple with his tongue and was rewarded by a jerk of his hips and a hissed breath. He licked his way down Gendry's sharply defined abs, nipping his skin and enjoying the moans that came every time. Then he palmed him through his jeans, feeling the hot, hard length of him throbbing through the material.

Gendry moaned his name, one hand coming down to twist in Jon's hair. The hint of pain at the movement made him hiss and bite into Gendry's hip. The other man grunted again and tugged harder. Jon gasped, licking against him. He couldn't get enough of his body.

Then he backed up a bit and popped the button on the mechanic's jeans, pulling them down and off him. He paused for a moment to look at the man spread out before him. His eyes were heavy with need, his face flushed and his chest heaving for breath. His cock stood heavy and proud between his legs, begging to be touched.

'You are so fucking hot,' he murmured, as he reached down to take the other man's hard length in hand. Gendry moaned again at the feeling of having Jon wrapped around him. Jon bent down to lick the head of his cock, fist moving slowly.

'I haven't done this before,' he admitted huskily. 'Tell me if you need -'

Gendry interrupted him, panting, 'I could come just from looking at you right now. There is literally nothing you could do wrong.'

Jon smiled and bent his head to lick his way over the already-wet tip of the other man's shaft. Gendry's hips jerked slightly at the contact and Jon opened his mouth to swallow him down. Gendry buried his hands in Jon's hair again, not pushing him, but the feeling sent a thrill through Jon regardless. He sucked back hard, fist tightening on Gendry's shaft. He movement ripped a moan from Gendry and his hands fisted in Jon's hair. Jon moved faster, sucking up and down, seeing his much he could take into his mouth. Gendry writhed beneath him, a steady stream of moans and gasps coming from him as Jon increased the pace of his hand and mouth, letting the wet slickness glide his movements.

Soon Gendry was panting his name and then 'I'm close.'

Jon kept going, looking up his body to see Genry had his head thrown back, the muscles in his chest and arms in strained definition as his hands gripped Jon. His hips jerked against Jon once, twice, then he cried out sharply, sagging back against the couch. Jon felt a salty heat flood his mouth and he slowed his movements. When the other man's jerky movements had ceased, he pulled off, licking at his lips. Gendry's eyes opened slightly and he reached his arms out for Jon. Jon reached down to pull the other man's pants back up his legs before he crawled forward to lay himself on Gendry's chest. The other man pressed a brief, sweet kiss to his lips then Jon rested his head on Gendry's shoulder, listening to his heart beat hard against his chest.

'That was incredible,' the other man whispered into his hair, laying a kiss against the top of his head.

'Mmmm,' Jon agreed, a sated lassitude creeping through him. 'Next time we try the bed,' he murmured, eyes closing. The last thing he felt was Gendry's arms coming up to wrap around him.