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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      A_Song_of_Ice_and_Fire_-_George_R._R._Martin
  Relationship:
      Jon_Snow/Robb_Stark
  Character:
      Jon_Snow, Robb_Stark
  Additional Tags:
      Sibling_Incest, Frottage, Anal_Sex, First_Time
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-05-29 Words: 1866
****** i'll make you a star (in my universe) ******
by hesperia
Summary
     How could you choose to leave this? Robb wants to ask, but instead he
     slides his tongue along Jon's, into Jon's mouth and Jon's hands reach
     out for Robb, curling over Robb's hip and pulling him in close.
"You don't have to go with Uncle Benjen tomorrow," Robb says, as they lie in
Jon's bed, the furs pulled up to their chin. "You could stay, until Bran wakes
up, until we know he'll be okay. Maybe you wouldn't have to go at all."
"I don't have to go," Jon says, his fingers picking at the soft linen sheet.
"I'm choosing to go."
Robb sighs, and rolls onto his back, away from his brother. He didn't want Jon
to leave, not with Father leaving too, and Sansa and Arya with him. He would
rule Winterfell in his father's absence, but the task felt too big for one
person, too big for Robb alone. He'd have Theon, but Theon wasn't a Stark, and
he certainly wasn't Jon.
"It's an honor to join the Night's Watch," Jon whispers, and Robb turns his
head to face Jon again.
"You don't belong with them. They're rapists and thieves. You'd rather have
them be your brothers instead of me?" He doesn't mean to say it, he's been
thinking it for days now, but he never means to say out loud. There is a hurt
look on Jon's face and Robb turns back toward him, reaches out to him, to cup
the back of his neck. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it...I know you wouldn't."
"I can't stay here with her, not now, now with Father leaving. It's too hard,
Robb."
It is no secret Robb's mother hates Jon, though Robb so often tries to ignore
the hate in his mother's eyes when she looks on his most beloved brother. He is
everything I am not, Robb had thought once. And I him. And he wishes she could
see that.
"I don't want you to go," Robb says, and he can't quite meet Jon's eye, but
he's still got his hand around the back of Jon's neck, its warm and clammy, and
he curls his fingers into Jon's hair and pulls him close, close enough that Jon
mouth can fit easily over Robb as he kisses him.
How could you choose to leave this? Robb wants to ask, but instead he slides
his tongue along Jon's, into Jon's mouth and Jon's hands reach out for Robb,
curling over Robb's hip and pulling him in close. The first burn of friction of
Jon's body against Robb's cock startles them both, and they seize against once
another, their smallclothes providing little barrier between them.
Robb pushes against Jon first, and Jon's fingers dig into Robb's hip as Jon
grinds back, rubbing himself along the length of Robb's cock. Robb his aching
in his smallclothes, and his skin itches, like wildfire burning through his
veins and he throws his leg over Jon's, needing him closer, needing to feel
Jon's chest against his as their mouths drag wet and needy over each other.
It's not enough, and Robb needs more, needs the heat of Jon's body, and so he
wrenches himself out of his smallclothes as Jon does the same, and he launches
himself at Jon, covering the length of Jon's body with his own. Their cocks rub
messy against one another, spreading the their leaking seed between them as
Robb grinds himself down against Jon.
"Oh Gods, Robb," Jon groans, his voice a whisper between them, and he reaches
down to wrap his hand over his cock and Robb's, squeezing them together in his
fist.
"I know," Robb replies, his breath coming in short puffs and he wraps his hand
over Jon's, their fingers intertwining as they fuck up against each other, into
their joined fist.
Robb's peak hits first, deep and squeezing deep in his belly, spilling wet and
warm over Jon's hand and his own, groaning loudly, pressing his face into Jon's
neck to muffle the sound. Jon follows, a low guttural growl and Robb feels the
warmth of it, sticky on his fingers when he let's go of his cock and Jon's.
"Come 'ere," Robb says, as he pulls himself up to curve around Jon's spine,
Robb's chest against Jon's back; he presses kisses along the top of his back,
his mouth ghosting over the first few bumps, caressing his fingers down either
side of his spine, soothingly like Robb knows Jon likes.
They lie together for a long time, and Robb thinks Jon might have fallen
asleep, can feel the steady breathing against his arm as Jon's face rests upon
it. Robb hasn't slept, has spent the time trying to remember each time he's
ever kissed Jon, each time he touched him and all the times Jon touched him
back. He's catalouged every one of them so he won't forget. He's half hard
because of it and he presses himself against Jon's back. Jon's skin is damp and
warm from being against Robb, and when Robb rolls his hips just slightly, his
cock dragging down along Jon's back and then Robb finds his cock nestles
perfect into the groove of Jon's ass, the head of his cock resting in the dip
of Jon's lower back.
Robb's always wondered what it would be like, to put himself inside of Jon.
He's heard Theon talk about fucking girls in the ass, but the girls in Theon's
stories never seem to enjoy it much, despite how much Theon says he does. It
would be different with Jon, Robb thinks, and his cock swells more at the
thought of it, of Jon wanting it just as much as Robb does. I would make sure
he enjoyed it.
"Jon?" Robb asks, and his brother murmurs something incoherent but he presses a
kiss to the inside of Robb's bicep. Robb licks the end of his forefinger and
pulls his body away just enough to fit his arm between them. He slides the pad
of his spit covered finger over the tight, puckered entrance of Jon's ass, and
he feels Jon's breathing hitch, the muscles in his back flex against Robb's
chest and arm. Robb continues to rub his finger in slow circles, listening to
Jon's breathing, feeling the steady movement of Jon slowly stroking his own
cock.
"Does it feel good?" Robb asks, and Jon rewards him with a hum of agreement.
"Do you want me to..." Robb's voice drops away and he presses just the tip of
his finger into Jon's asshole, wiggling it back and forth.
"Oh." Jon says suddenly, and Robb feels Jon's muscles tighten around his
finger. "Yeah," And Jon is pushing his hips back, against Robb's finger. Robb's
saliva is gone now, and there's so much tight friction that Robb can barely
move his fingertip around. He reaches over Jon to the unlit lamp on the table
beside the bed and removes the glass flute.
"What are you doing?" Jon asks, watching as Robb swirls his finger around the
olive oil.
"It'll be better than spit," Robb says, and Jon doesn't disagree when Robb's
fingertip slips easily inside him, deeper than Robb means to, all the way to
his first knuckle. Jon groans so loud that Robb worries someone might have
heard them, but he doesn't care, not now, not when he can feel Jon's body
around his finger, the hot, tight squeeze of him.
Jon turns his head, looking over his shoulder and Robb's sure he's never seen
his brother look so relaxed or happy. Robb's cock is so hard now that it almost
hurts when he rubs himself against the small of Jon's back. Jon's entrance is
still slick from the oil and Robb's rubs a second finger over it easily,
messily, and slowly Robb's able to work him open, pushing and retreating until
he's got two fingers all the way inside Jon's body. "Are you okay?" Robb asks,
as Jon moves his body against Robb's fingers.
"I think so...Yes...Robb..." Jon pants, and with a free hand, Robb reaches over
Jon's hip to wrap his fist around Jon's cock. And Robb doesn't know if it is
his hand on Jon's cock or the way he's rubbing his fingers in and out of Jon's
ass, but it doesn't take long. Only a few strokes of his fist to have Jon
bucking wildly against him, spurting hot, white ropes of his seed over Robb's
hand, and Robb cock throbs at the way Jon's muscles are clamping down over his
fingers, contracting around them, squeezing so tight as he rides out his
release.
Robb's cock is still achingly hard, and he gets Jon on his back, rubbing his
cock wildly against Jon's hip. Robb groans loud, dropping his body over Jon's
to lick at his mouth, to bite at the soft pink swell of Jon's bottom lip, and
he rests his head against Jon's forehead.
"Jon, I want to be inside you," he says quietly. "Just once."
The oil from the lamp is warm as Jon slicks it over Robb's cock, taking care
not to touch him too long or too hard, because Robb's on the edge, has been for
three-quarters of an hour now. "Tell me if it hurts, okay?" Robb says to Jon,
as Jon pulls his legs up, nodding.
The first touch of the head against Jon's entrance makes Robb lose his breath,
and he bites down so hard on his lip to keep from spilling that he tastes the
salty metallic tang of it on his tongue. He goes slow, watching Jon's face as
he gets the head of his cock inside Jon and Robb thinks if that's as far as it
gets he could still die happy, but Jon is canting his hips up and Robb sinks in
just a bit further.
"Why didn't we...?" Jon pants, his face is flushed and he grabs at Robb's
hands, pulling Robb over him, his knees pressed between his chest and Robb's.
"Why didn't we do this before?"
Robb wishes he had an answer, but he's well past thinking coherently now, just
thrusting shallowly into Jon, not pushing more than Jon has taken him thus far
but Jon is so tight and so warm that Robb's certain he's not going to last much
longer, in fact he knows it, can feel it in the tightening of his balls, the
seizing of every muscle in his body, hard and fast in a way he has never
experienced before.
"I love you," Robb blurts out, kissing Jon with a wet open mouth and tongue. "I
love you. I love you." He says it until he can't breathe, until he's spent
every part of himself into Jon, his cock softening and slipping out, his seed
smearing along Jon's skin as he pulls away and rolls onto his back.
"I love you too," Jon says, in a small voice as he curls himself around Robb
and Robb hugs him tighter, tries to will away the hot tears that spring in the
corners of his eyes and presses his face into Jon's hair, inhaling the sweet
smell of him.
Tomorrow Jon will leave for the Wall, and Robb will become Lord of Winterfell
in his father's absence, but now, in Jon's bedchamber, together beneath the
furs, they are just Jon and Robb, and it is the only thing has ever Robb
wanted.
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