Chapter Twenty-Three: The Morning After

Renly's Point of View

I awaken with a huge headache. The sun is peaking through the window and shining right in my eyes. I rub my eyes and look around, this is not my apartment.

When everything comes into focus I realize I am in the house we are fixing up for Robb. I put my hand down on hard muscles. I look to my left at the man sleeping beside me naked as his nameday. A tangle of dark curls covering his face.

I have no idea what happened or how I ended up on the floor of Robb's house with a strange man. He stretches in his sleep and I get a look at his face. Jon. What did I do last night?

Our clothes are strewn around the place and when I move I kick several empty wine bottles. I throw the blanket off my lap and find evidence that something stupid happened last night. A used condom between us. Shit.

On my right is another body of a naked boy a little older than Jon. I can't tell who it is. The condom hanging off the cusp of his manhood paints an ugly picture that doesn't help puzzle out what the hell happened.

"Oh shit. Oh shit. Shit."

Jon stirs. I had no idea he was into this sort of thing, then again that much alcohol would change a man, even one like Jon. God, he's sexy. It hurts to look at him now. Or maybe thats the hang over.

But who is the other guy? I touch him. His skin is soft. Satin. It must be. Damn, he is fine. I try to stand up, but I stumble. Jon snuggles up next to me. I go from zero to hard in point eight seconds.

I always get twitchy around Jon. Ever since we met I wanted to bed him. I always thought he was too good for me.

I tap on Jon's hard muscles to wake him. He opens his deep gray eyes. He rubs his eyes and focuses. He sits up and looks past me at Satin. Then he and I look at the used condom between us.

"Oh gods, tell me we didn't," Jon says.

"I think we did."

"We missed the party. Mags is going to be so mad," says Jon.

"I think that is the least of our problems right now."

Tell that to my erection.

"What happened?"

"Hell if I know."

Jon reached for his pants and took out his phone. Its barely seven in the morning. Margaery and the others will be here in two hours to finish the house. Shit.

"Satin, wake up."

Satin rolls over. He opens his brown eyes. When he sees us he bolts up immediately. He looks around and puts the pieces together. He blushes.

"How did this happen?" Jon asks.

Satin blushes.

My crotch is starting to hurt.

"I could help if you want," says Satin.

"We already slept together so why the hell not," I say. Thats probably not good judgment but I am really horny. Jon gets up and I notice he has a problem too, but he disappears into another room while Satin puts his mouth on me.

And oh. He's really good. I moan as he uses his teeth to get me off. He licks around the cusp of my already leaking shaft. He goes slow at first but then sucks harder and deeper and finally I explode in his mouth.

"You need to give Loras lessons," I tell him.

Jon comes back with his erection still apparent. He drops to his knees. Thats when in an animalistic fever he takes Satin right there on the floor. Its as if Jon is not himself, or still a little drunk.

I watch. Gods, help me, I watch wishing Jon was inside me. He finishes and Satin is crying. He leans up to kiss Jon and stroke his hair. Jon takes him again not two minutes later.

This time is harder and rougher, but somehow I think Satin is enjoying it. He screams out when Jon releases his seed inside him. Jon falls over sated and flaccid.

"Explain," I say.

"Drinking makes me horny."

"You like guys?" I ask.

Jon kisses Satin's head. Satin looks like Christmas came early. He is still crying though.

"No. I like women."

"We're not women."

"I seek the comfort of men sometimes. I never had a mother so it was Robb I would run to for comfort, but holding me never helped, and neither did cutting, I needed more."

Jon explains what happened with Catelyn and Robb last night. He couldn't help but feel like it was his fault. He knew I was here finishing my wolf mural on the wall in Tor's room so he thought I would comfort him, but Satin showed up to help me paint right before Jon arrived with the wine. One thing lead to another.

I've heard of people who do that, seek out a member of the same sex for comfort. I thought Jon was happier with his new life. He takes Satin once more heavily showing his dominance. Satin loves him, I realize.

"Don't tell Robb. I told him I stopped. I told him everything was better. It is. I love my new life. I never do this. But everytime I am around that woman I want to slit my wrists." Jon puts on his clothes. Satin and I do too. None of us look at each other while we dress.

"I am always here for you," says Satin as he kisses Jon's neck. Jon pushes him away. Satin looks hurt. Jon apologizes with a sweet kiss. Satin is smiling so big the room gets brighter.

"What happened after Robb slapped her?"

"She went home. He and I picked up Sansa and then went home. Cat yelled at me. She said I gave him the idea. She forgave Robb. I am glad of that. The guilt was killing him. She slapped me and told me that she should have smothered me in my sleep when she had the opportunity."

No wonder he wanted company. He can't use Robb for the comfort he craves so he uses Satin. Poor thing. Yet somehow I don't feel dirty being used. I feel aroused. I want to pin Jon against a wall and take him hard.

We go out for breakfast and vow to never tell a soul what happened. Satin has a massive hickey on his clavicle from Jon. We all look like we were up to no good. I only wish I could remember the lovemaking. I bet Jon was good.

At breakfast I learn that Satin likes boys, that wasn't surprising, and he works as a stripper. Also not surprising. Jon is studying philosophy and political science and he had a girlfriend, but says no more about her. He probably feels ashamed of what happened here.

We hurry to get back to the house. If Margaery was paying close attention she would see we are in the same clothes we wore yesterday.

Margaery whacks Jon and me with a rolled up newspaper. I knew we would be in trouble.

"Mags," says Jon.

"I don't want excuses, Jon."

"But Mags, I am sorry."

"Save it."

She gives me an extra whack.

Loras and Quentyn are sitting on the couch kissing. If I had felt any guilt over sleeping with two other guys its gone now.

We finish the house a couple days later. On Robb's birthday we plan a special reveal. Ned is supposed to bring Robb and the boys to the house where everyone will be waiting.

I know for a fact that Jon and Satin have been together a few more times since our drunken encounter. According to Gendry, Jon fell asleep on the couch after hanging out all day with Robb and Cat was on his case.

Thats how Jon and Satin ended up in the empty house again. I caught them when I brought the furniture for Tor's room.

I offered them the spare room in my apartment. Jon needs to get away from Cat. Last night I caught Jon cutting again. I kissed him good and hard on the mouth and took him into my bed.

Jon took me three times but not as beastial as he took Satin, it was still the best sex I ever had.

"This is so inappropriate," says Jon.

His arms are wrapped around me. His hard member pressing against my backside.

"Do you feel better?"

"I miss Mom."

I know he means Loras's mom. She is the only mother he has ever known. He takes me again ferociously.

We get ready for the party. Jon packs to go home. I lean against the wall of Loras's old room and watch him pack. I want to do it with him again. When I try he kisses me and says no. I know I was just his bitch, but I liked it. I should feel dirty.

"Thank you, and I'm sorry."

I kiss him, I can't help myself. He doesn't kiss back. The only person he kisses just to kiss is Satin. Lucky bastard.

Gendry, Jon, and I arrive at the house early. None of the Starks are here yet. I spot all the Tyrell siblings standing in age order. Jon goes to join them. Now I feel violated.

We turn off the lights when Meera spots the Starks' vehicle. Ned makes sure Robb is the first through the door. He is holding Tor. When Robb walks in Margaery flips the light switch and we all yell surprise.

"What is this?"

"This is your house," says Loras.

"You're kidding?"

"Nope. We bought it and everyone here helped us remodel for you."

Robb looks like he is about to cry. Loras and Margaery give him a tour while everyone else grabs slices of pizza and drinks. Satin sticks to Jon like a sick puppy.

Loras comes back and he and I talk. We haven't spoke in a while. I pat his head. Robb is so excited he hugs and shakes hands with everyone who helped.

"I think you're too good for this house, Robb," says Catelyn.

"I love it."

Robb turns to Jon, "Will you move home now that I have my own place? There are three bedrooms?"

"No. I rid this cockroach from my own house I will not let him infest yours."

This time its Margaery who slaps Catelyn. Bam! Thats my girl. I don't know whether to laugh, gasp, or applaud.

"No. You will not talk to my brother that way. He is Lord Jon Stark ward of House Tyrell. You are a bitch."

I love that girl.

"So you go by Stark now?"

Jon looks down. He has never been able to stand up to Cat. Everything that has happened makes sense now. Jon can't seek comfort in women because all his psychological problems are connected to a woman. That woman. The mother figure who showed him nothing but hatred. I want nothing more than to kiss him and console him and fuck him until his problems go away.

"I am sorry, princess."

But she never apologizes to Jon. Bitch. I tell Robb happy birthday and try to stop Jon from leaving.

"You belong with Loras."

"I want to help you."

"I don't need anay help. Once I am home everything will be back to normal. I won't have this drive anymore." But he shuts the door to Robb's bedroom, and demands I give it to him.

Doing it on Robb's bed turns me on even more. I am so sorry, my flower. Something clicks while I am hard-fucking Jon that brings Loras to mind. His smile, his curls, the cute way he eats. Now I feel like an ass.

Thankfully, I only had to satisfy Jon once. I stroke his hair and kiss him, and try to enjoy it, but that little flower keeps popping up in my mind. I close my eyes and its Loras I see in my arms enjoying my kisses.

"You're really good." And Jon gets out of bed. Now I am lonely. He gets dressed and rejoins the party. I make Robb's bed and try to make it look like nothing happened. I'll buy him new sheets.

Loras is making out with Quentyn in a corner. Now I wish Jon and I had played another game of slap and tickle. Jon talks with Robb and Meera, I stare at Jon with the portion in my pants screaming his name.

My obvious sexual attraction to Jon is nothing compared to how I am feeling about my little flower right now. It took three days pleasuring his adoptive brother for me to understand I was with the wrong guy. I need my flower back. Forget that he is into Robb, forget that he is on a different emotional level than me, my heart belongs tor him.

Merry Christmas. I know you might be confused. Let me explain. I always saw Jon as bisexual. He was spurned by his only mother figure and then sent to live amongst men. I felt that his years of emotional abuse would have left psychological scars, and that on some level he preferred the "comfort" of a man. The whole Ygritte thing, well that one is obvious, I think. Anyways, If I offended or turned anyone off this story then I apologize. PS. I ship Jon and Satin so hard it hurts. You're awesome. Please review. Thanks.