Sam looked at the oils he had collected. He frowned at the bottles. He only needed one. Olive oil. It was great for the skin. He'd read about it in his many adventures with books. "Sam?" Jon inquired.
Sam glanced over at Jon lying on his stomach. His back rippled with muscle formed during his practice in the yard. His eyes washed over the prominent muscles that outlined his shoulder blades and defined his sculpted back. "Just give me one moment Jon. I need to acquire some salts." Sam replied.
Jon's dark curls swiveled around and he faced Sam. A small smile hinted at his juicy lips. Sam could see the intensity in his eyes. His eyes traveled up and down Sam's physique as he nodded quietly to Sam. Sam murmured that he would not be long and left the room.
Sam traced his hand along the wall of the castle as he strode down the stairs. The surface was smooth with some rough edges here or there. The strength of the stones reminded him of Jon's back. He pictured himself running his hands along his back. He could feel the curves of Jon's muscular back rippling under his fingers as he pushed deeper into the muscle. He could hear Jon's soft moans and feel him arch into his fingers. He moved quicker down the flight of stairs and toward the baths. He entered the bathhouse and found the lavender salts he was looking for. He breathed in deeply and sighed inwardly. He knew these next moments of his life were going to be some of the best he could ever hope to have.
When Sam entered the room again, Jon had kindled a fire to a blaze. It was warm and inviting. Sam's blue eyes twinkled off the firelight as he smiled at Jon. Jon grinned at him. "I'm quite cold Sam. Please, come here." Sam obliged. Jon reached down and ran his fingers along Sam's cheek. His dark eyes gazed into Sam's as he parted his lips and kissed him gently. Sam felt himself mold into Jon as the kiss became more intense. He ran his tongue gently along Jon's lips. Jon groaned. Sam pushed away from Jon and grinned. "Lay down Jon. You're tense. Let me help you with that."
Jon stepped back away from Sam. Sam eyes gazed at the cut figure of Jon. His torso was extremely well built. Sam ran his finger along the lines that made up Jon's abdomen. His skin was soft and pale. He ran his hand along Lord Snow's side and felt him wince. Sam recoiled a bit but looked up at Jon. Jon smiled coyly and shrugged. Sam pushed him back to the furs in front of the fireplace. Jon kissed him again and lay down on his ripped stomach. Sam knelt beside Jon and poured some oil along Jon's spine. He rubbed the palm of his hand into Jon's spine. He moved his hand gently along the bones of his spine. He moved his wrist in slow circles. He felt Jon's low groan under the pressure of his palm. He spread his hands out and pushed his fingers into Jon's soft skin. He moved his hands along the ripples of Jon's back and felt Jon move gently beneath them. Sam grabbed some of the lavender salts and poured them onto Jon's back. He moved his fingers along every cut line on Jon and rubbed the salts into him with gentle intent. Jon rolled over and pulled Sam into a deep kiss. Sam could feel Jon's hardened member press into his thigh as Jon pushed his tongue through Sam's lips...