Quickly they disentangled, composing themselves as best they could, Sam panting heavily in distress and desire. Grenn entered the laundry room, seemingly unaware of what lustful scenario had been playing out. Grenn ever was a dense man and nodded a hullo to his black brothers before too stripping down to wash his clothes
"Looks like we all have dirty stuff to deal with tonight," he said with a self-satisfied chuckle. Jon did indeed have something dirty in mind, but his clothes were not the objects of his sullied intentions.
"Well lads I'm off to my rooms. I have a few things that require my attention tonight." He wrapped his cloak around his taunt lean body, catching a confused glance from Sam as he also pulled on his boots and strode purposefully to the door, preparing for a sprint across the yard in his indecent state of dress to his warm chamber. Almost as an afterthought he turned back to his soft little Sam. "Sam come up to my chambers if you have time tonight. I'd like your help with something." Jon wanted to leave the option to refuse open for Sam. He felt guilty for taking him so roughly earlier, so caught up was he with his own wanton desires. If he came tonight Jon would make it worth it - he just hoped Sam would come, but Jon was a Stark and Starks are made of sterner stuff. They do not beg.
Sam nodded in understanding to Snow, still reeling from the first encounter. He would go. Gods knew he would. Jon was the only man ever to truly understand him. He would give him whatever he wanted. He waited a half hour, feigning interest in a dull conversation with Grenn before excusing himself. He had already adorned himself in two spare cloaks and his boots. Hesitantly, he knocked on Jon's door. "Come in Sam," came Jon's deep masculine voice. He entered nervously and shut the door. Jon was already striding across the room to him, candlelight throwing shadows over his muscular abdomen. Sam withdrew slightly, intimidated by Jon's intense stare.
Jon held out his hand and cradled Sam's soft quivering chins."Don't fear me Sam...I would never hurt you. I'm sorry about before... it was thoughtless. You mean more to me than that...much more." Jon bent down, placing soft a kiss on the fat man's mouth, groaning slightly as Sam immediately melted into him. "I'm all for you Jon. I've always wanted this...make love to me," panted a breathless Sam.