Sam realized he could not deny Lord Snow anything, but he could not submit himself to such degradation. Jon's passionate side was becoming overwhelming, and he realized that if Jon cared anything for him then he would show him some more affection. He gasped as he felt Jon's hovering cock. He flipped around and asked Jon to wait.
"What is it Sam? Is something wrong?" Sam gazed at him. He pulled his breeches up. He ran his fingers around Jon's muscular abdomen. He traced the lines cut into his deep chest. His blue eyes flickered shyly up to Jon and back down again.
"Jon. I love your passion for me. I do. Truly. But I need more. I need a connection with you. I need to know you're in this for more than just my physical being." Jon looked down at him with a quizzical expression. Sam's blue eyes pierced into his own. He could feel an inkling of something rising up within him. He felt himself shiver as chills moved up and down his body. Could he truly love another man? He could see the man's love and devotion to him. He could see that Ser Piggy would be his forever. He was his black brother. They were forever connected in ways that no one could possibly understand. Why not in this way too? There was a fear in Jon, though. Already he and Sam had been careless in their entwined endeavors. He wasn't sure if this type of behavior was ready for the Wall. The wall was made of cold men. Men that were composed of ice and steel. Their acceptance would be as frozen as the far north with no hopes of ever thawing.
"Jon? I'm sorry, Jon. I can't...can't...Gods..." And with that, Sam gathered himself and pushed past Jon. Jon stared after him. His dark eyes searching for an answer. The overshadowing question running through his mind was whether he was ready to love someone or be loved.