And he did. The next morning, whilst entangled in the dirty sheets of their spent juices, Sam and Jon dozed, unsuspecting. Little did they know, someone had spied them during the heat of their passion. Ser Alliser Thorne had silently glanced through the window while passing by the night previous, having heard the most strange sounds - sounds one rarely hears on the Wall. He had them now. Ser Piggy and the bastard himself. What a sick, depraved situation, he thought. Now, just how to play it to his advantage?
Ghost nudged the sleeping duo, arousing them from their peaceful slumber. "What do you have to do today?" asked a doe-eyed Sam. Jon glanced at him, not wanting to divulge his thoughts. "Oh, this and that. The Bear has a million tasks. I best be going quick, actually." Sam reached in to kiss him, but Jon turned away to pull on his breeches. "Is everything... alright Jon? Did I do something wrong?"
"No... I'm just busy today, I'll see you later." He rushed out, leaving a confused, befuddled Sam on his lonesome. As Jon was pulling on his coat, crossing the yard, he stumbled into his nemesis, Alliser Thorne. "Watch where you're going, bastard. And by the way, you best heed me now Snow, I know what you did, and I will expose it all unless you see fit to shape up."
Jon panicked, locked gazes with Thorne for a half second before turning away, "I don't know what you're talking about," he mumbled. "Oh, yes you do. Rolling in the mud with the pigs Lord Snow? I hate you, yet even I thought more of you than that." Jon quickly hurried towards the mess to get the Bear's breakfast.
Later that day while taking a message to Sam for the ravens, Jon found himself alone once again with the fat boy. Time for some quick satisfaction? He wondered... Ser Alliser's threat troubled him, yet he yearned for Ser Piggy's plump behind once again. "Sam, quick, I have a message to send and must return quickly, the Bear has more errands for me today." Sam was flustered; thinking he had done something to upset Jon this morning, he was hardly prepared for his swift advance. He sent off the letter on a raven and followed Jon behind some stairs to a dark corner. "Quickly Sam, I must return."
Sam felt somewhat hurt at the lack of concern for his feelings, but how could he ever deny his Lord Snow anything? He bent to his submission, hoping it would go easier this time.