... Sam looks up at him as if he can't believe what he has just heard. Jon reassuringly leans into him, brushing his cheek against Sam's and whispers into his ear "Come to my room Sam." Instantly Sam feels a hunger deep in his abdomen down to his groin. Jon turns to leave and Sam follows watching the sway of his lustful body with every stride. Jon opens the door to his room and looks back at Sam and offers a smile as if to say "Yes Sam, I want this." Sam steps into the room and gently closes the door behind him. Jon stands across the room as Sam admires this beast of a man that stands before him. "What's wrong Sam?" Jon says concerned. "I have yearned for this Jon - if you make love to me this way there is no turning back for me." "For me neither Sam." Sam walks toward Jon and Jon steps forward to meet him half way. As they meet, Jon takes his hand and leans in to kiss him. Sam can feel Jon's erection against his thigh as he parts his lips inviting Jon's tongue. Jon, lost to passion, obliges. Sam begins exploring Jon's body with his hands, admiring every curve. He slowly puts his thumbs in the band of Jon's shorts. "Let me take these off for you Jon." Sam kneels down in front of Jon kissing him just above his navel and down his happy trail, slowly lowering his shorts revealing his manhood that stands at attention for him. "I want to taste you Jon." As Sam takes him in his mouth Jon lets out a sigh as if he has been longing for this, longing for Sam. Sam is all too eager to satisfy his Lord Snow. Jon reaches down and places his hands on each side of Sam's' head, moving his hips to the motion of Sam's' mouth. As Sam takes him in harder, his tongue circling the head of Jon's' cock and down his shaft, Jon thrusts himself deep into Sam's' mouth, and he starts to convulse. "No Sam! Let me inside you," Jon says, almost ready to erupt. Sam stands before Jon and begins to undress himself as Jon watches with a hunger in his eyes that Sam has never seen...
Jon jerked awake from the fanciful dream... what had happened? His head was aching something fierce. "Corn. Corn." That damnable crow, waking him from his slumber. Why am I looking at the sky? He wondered.
Jon slowly realized he was lying on the ground, limbs askew, surrounded by a group of his black brothers. "That was one hell of a shot you took there, bastard," chuckled Ser Alliser Thorne, "How's it feel to be taking it and not dishing out the punishment for once?" Jon knew he was mocking him, yet dared not give in to his rage, least Thorne expose his secret shame and desires.
"Alright lads, it's all over. Get back to your duties," grunted The Old Bear. His crow hopped up onto his shoulder, hoping for an afternoon treat, "Corn?" Pyp and Grenn grabbed Jon, pulling him to his feet. Mormont stalked off to find some corn for the bird. "The new guy really got you a good one there, finally met your match Jon?" goaded Pyp. Jon glanced over to see who they spoke of, barely remembering the last few hours except for that glorious dream of his Sam. The new brother wasn't at all what he was expecting - short, stocky, and in fact, nearly as fat as Sam. Jon wondered how this portly fellow could have bested him... was he that distracted by the feelings coursing through his very being?
Suddenly Sam rushed into the yard, breathless after the short run. "Never seen you move like that Piggy," goaded Alliser. "Someone spill a bowl o' beans? Or you just concerned for our Lord Snow here?" He asked with a knowing grin. "M-M-M-Maester Aemon sent me as soon as we heard... I'm t-t-to take Jon back to his quarters, he thinks he c-could have a concussion." Sam glanced around, nervous.
"Well go on then, lovebirds, leave the fighting to those who know how to handle real steel." Allister winked at Jon as he hobbled off supported by the fat lordling, Ghost padding along at his side silently. "Are you ok Jon? I never thought a new recruit could do for you in a fair fight, is everything alright?" Sam sheepishly asked, knowing full well the emotional turmoil he had been putting him through. Never would he admit it, but he secretly enjoyed being an object of lust, especially for the Lord Snow, outcast Stark and would-be king of the North.
"I don't know what happened... can barely remember anything, except this wonderful dream..." He let the statement hang there, waiting and hoping for Sam to query further. When he just blankly stared at him, Jon sighed and shifted onto his back. "Do you think you could rub out my muscles Sam? I'm aching something fierce after that fight." Sam was happy to oblige, finally feeling like this could be something meaningful, something great. He got up and grabbed some oils off the shelf and set to task.