Jon's breath shuddered out of him in a sigh of relief and he reached one hand up to cup the side of Gendry's face, stubble rasping under his fingers. He ran his thumb softly over the other man's mouth and Gendry closed his eyes, lips parting. Jon leaned forward, other hand coming up to cup the back of Gendry's neck and he touched their lips gently together, a soft, sweet kiss. Then he closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against Gendry's.
'I don't know what's coming,' he whispered. 'We could all be dead in a few weeks ... but while we're alive, I want to be happy. I want to live. I want to be with you.' Gendry stopped his words by tilting his face forward, capturing Jon's lips in another kiss, deeper this time, lips parting and tongue seeking entry. Jon moaned against him. How could he have thought he could give this up. He kissed Gendry back, losing himself in the sensation of the hot slickness of his mouth and the spicy tang of the drink that still clouded it. Then he pulled back, sinking into the water, eyes sparkling.
'You know,' he said, 'the water really is good. Are you sure you don't want to join me?'
Gendry quirked an eyebrow at him. 'You may regret that offer,' he said, huskily. 'The things I want to do to you, Jon Snow ...'
Jon shivered, a bolt of arousal shooting through him, the effect showing clearly through the water of the hot pool. Gendry smirked as he noticed, eyes darkening. He began pulling at his clothes - either his arm was feeling better or the drink had dulled the pain, because he made short work of them, standing proudly naked at the edge of the pool, slowly unwinding the bandage wrapped around his wrist. Jon just watched, kneeling in the pool. He drank in the details of the other man's body, gleaming in the torchlight. His eyes traced the sharply defined chest, the stomach rippling with muscles, the thick cock at the joint of his legs, rapidly getting harder as Jon stared.
Gendry let the bandage fall to the floor, heedless of the deep bruising traced up his arm. He stepped forward into the pool, gasping slightly at the heat, and sank to his knees. He tilted forward, immersing himself to his chest as he pushed off, bridging the distance between himself and Jon. A small wave lapped at Jon, splashing up over his chest. He couldn't take his eyes off Gendry, who was in front of him now. The other man's naked body settled between his legs, his arms bracketing Jon on either side as he backed him up against the edge of the pool. The Gendry bent his head and claimed Jon's mouth, kissing him fiercely, moving forward so his naked, wet chest slid along Jon's. Jon gasped at the sensation of hot, bare skin. He brought his hands up to Gendry's waist and then around his back, urging him closer. Gendry broke off from his mouth, kissing desperately across his jaw and down his neck, hard, bruising kisses. 'Mine,' he muttered thickly.
Jon revelled in the sensation and the word, throwing his head back to give the other man better access. He groaned deep in his chest and his fingers clenched on Gendry's waist, digging into his muscles. He pulled. Wanting Gendry closer - wanting - Gendry moved forward in one smooth motion and lifted him, kneeling under him and Jon's wrapped his legs around his waist. Their hard, naked cocks rubbed together, the smooth, hot glide drawing a moan out of both of them. Gendry ground into him then drew back, separating their bodies slightly, the hot water swirling between them.
'No,' Gendry panted. 'Not again.' Jon looked up at him, dazed.
Gendry grinned at him, eyes heavy with lust, 'This time I want to touch you.' Jon nodded, another bolt of heat shooting though him and Gendry moved up to kiss him again. His good hand slid along Jon's ribs, tracing them down, and over the flat of his stomach. He moved slowly, rubbing across his stomach and down one thigh, gripping and kneading. Teasing. Skirting around the one place he wanted to be touched. Jon was achingly hard now. He grabbed the other man's wrist and guided it to himself, with a hoarse 'please.' Gendry grinned at him wickedly, dark eyes sparkling, but he complied. His big, strong hand wrapped around the shaft of Jon's cock, pulling up in one firm motion. Jon threw his head back, a moan ripping from him. Gendry began to move, up and down, slow, sure strokes. Jon reached for him, desperate for more contact. He crushed their mouths together, fingers digging into Gendry's neck and shoulders, kissing the other man deeply as the smooth glide continued.
Then Gendry's motion changed and he began to circle the head of Jon's cock, one thumb rubbing gently over the slit, causing a jolt of heat to run through him. He jerked his hips forward involuntarily. Gendry chuckled throatily and did it again. And again. Jon felt like he was a youth again, with his hand under the blankets at night. Gendry had taken him to the edge so quickly. 'I'm close,' he groaned. Gendry slowed his movements right down, breaking the kiss and moving back slightly. He watched Jon, with a pleased little grin, as he panted uncontrollably, his eyes begging for release.
'Not yet,' he murmured, and he slid his hand under Jon's arse and lifted him out of the pool with one arm, muscles bunching. He sat Jon on the edge and knelt back in the water between his legs, looking up at him, lips parted.
Now, for the first time, he looked shy - uncertain.
'I want to taste you,' he murmured huskily.
'Fuck,' Jon punched out breathily at the vision that conjured. He braced his hands behind himself and leaned his head back, hair dripping down his shoulders. Gendry took the invitation, reaching for his shaft again, rubbing up and down it before bending forward to lick a hot, wet stripe from the base to the tip.
Jon groaned again, 'Fuck - Gen - fuck.' Then Gendry took his head into his mouth. He pushed forward, tongue swirling as he swallowed Jon's hard shaft, his clenched fist moving with him. Jon reached forward with one hand to cup the back of Gendry's head, fingers moving against his short, black hair as he bobbed up and down.
Gendry pulled off with another wet, swirling lick to the head of his cock, looking up at him with dark, heavy eyes.
'Is that alright?' He murmured. Jon cupped the side of his face, his thumb brushing over wet, red lips. He could only smile shakily in return, words beyond him. Gendry turned his face to kiss the palm of Jon's hand, then nipped at his thumb, drawing it into his mouth and giving it the same hot, wet, sucking pressure. Jon moaned again. Gendry smirked at him and leaned forward for a quick, dirty kiss, before he bent his head back down.
He alternated, licking, sucking and stroking. Jon was lost in the heat, the movement, the fact that this was Gendry - he could feel his release building and knew this time he wouldn't be able to stop. He pulled lightly at Gendry's hair.
'I'm-,' he panted, 'I'm going to come.' Gendry just grunted and sucked harder, his wet, clenched fist moving faster. Jon held out a moment longer but then he let out a hoarse cry, his hips jerking up as his orgasm was pulled from him. He clenched his hand on the back of Gendry's neck and held him, his body shaking with the force of his release. Gendry gentled his movements, stroking him him slowly and softly, his tongue still moving lightly, taking every drop from him. Finally he pulled back, licking his lips, a fiery gleam in his eyes. Jon shuddered and lay back on the stone floor, his legs still dangling in the pool.
'Fuck,' he said again, still breathing hard. 'That was - I don't think I've ever felt anything that good in my life.'
Gendry levered himself from the pool and reclined beside Jon, holding himself up on one elbow. He leaned down to kiss him and with a thrill Jon realised he could taste himself in the other man's mouth.
He lay there on the cool stone, staring up at the roof of the chamber until his heartbeat calmed and his breathing slowed. He began to gather his thoughts, turning his head to look across at Gendry. 'That-' he said. 'Can I do that to you?'
Gendry chuckled throatily, leaning in to nuzzle at Jon's neck. 'You don't have to,' he murmured.
'I want to,' Jon replied, sitting up to face him, leaning in to claim his mouth. Gendry smiled against his lips.
'Alright,' he said, 'but let's get more comfortable.' Gendry stood, roughly wiping himself dry with his discarded shirt and then moved over to his pack, shaking out his bedroll quickly. Jon did the same, excitement and a low hum of renewed arousal shivering through him. The chamber was warm enough that they didn't need the furs and Gendry lay himself down, one arm crooked behind his neck, so he could look down his own body to watch Jon. His hard cock jutted up from between his legs, the tip glistening.
Jon licked his lips, dropping to his knees beside the man. He felt strangely shy - uncertain - but he wanted to please Gendry, wanted to taste him, to make him feel good. He leaned forward to kiss him, teasing kisses, biting gently at his lips. Gendry gave a low groan. Jon kissed him deeper, tangling their tongues together, before drawing back, kissing along his jaw then open, wet kisses down his neck. The residual ache of his own neck gave him an idea and he sucked at Gendry's shoulder for a moment before biting hard into the muscle, breathing in against his neck. Gendry grunted at the sensation, his hips jerking up and one hand coming up to tangle in Jon's hair, holding him in place. Jon drew back slightly, kissing the site, and then bit down again.
Gendry's voice was a low rasp as he murmured Jon's again and again, cursing softly in a steady stream. Jon continued his way down the other man's body, licking, sucking and biting until there was a trail of angry red marks. Gendry's hand remained tangled in his hair the entire time, gripping his neck, encouraging him. He kissed Gendry's hip bone and then turned his head to nuzzle at the shaft of his cock, bringing one hand up to grasp it gently. He was surprised at the softness of the skin under his cheek and turned his lips to it, kissing gently. He looked up to see Gendry's reaction. He was looking down at Jon, chest heaving and mouth opened. He looked like he was holding himself back from flipping him over and rutting into him. Jon's heart thumped and he turned back to his task, kissing the hard length in front of him before licking a wet stripe up it. At the tip he paused, the salty tang and wetness catching him by surprise. He drew back slightly and glanced up again at Gendry, who had his eyes closed now. He was biting down on his lower lip, tension running through his whole body, his muscles in perfect definition.
Jon felt a rush of heat at his effect on the other man and licked again, running hot, wet stripes up the thick shaft in his hand. Gendry moaned his name softly and Jon tightened his spit-slicked grip, starting to move in earnest now, twisting up and down the hard shaft. He licked his way to the head, pausing for a moment before taking it in his mouth, sucking back gently. Gendry let out a sharp moan, 'Oh gods, fuck.' Encouraged, Jon did it again, tongue swirling, increasing the suction, moving his fist up and down. Gendry began to move his hips, grinding them up, hand still cupping the nape of Jon's neck. He was surprised for a moment, then welcomed the movement, taking more of the man into his mouth. Gendry gasped and moaned under him and Jon sucked harder, wrist moving quicker again.
'Jon, Gods, Jon -' Gendry warned hoarsely. Jon didn't let up, and a moment later he felt a tangy wet heat flood his mouth. He swallowed it automatically, waiting until Gendry stilled and then he pulled back, wiping at his mouth. He glanced up at the other man shyly, from under lowered lashes.
'Your mouth,' Gendry rasped. 'Fuck -'. He held his arm out and Jon went to him, snagging a cloak from beside them as he did so, pulling if halfway up their bare bodies. He lay against Gendry's naked body, feeling his heartbeat thunder through him.
'That was ...' Gendry began, then stopped. Jon hummed in agreement. 'Yes, it was.' He breathed in the clean, musky scent of the other man and closed his eyes.