The Heat We Make [2/2]shinymessoyayApril 20 2012, 01:37:00 UTC
Jon ducked his head, smile fading a bit, though not disappearing entirely. “Of course, your Grace. Shall I…?” He held up a bar of soap, head cocked. Robb sighed, shoulders lifting in a shrug, and Jon dunked both hands into the water, curled around the soap so it wouldn’t slide away, then began working up a lather before letting the bar fall to the water. He slid his fingers into Robb’s wet hair, going straight for the sweat and grime building up at the scalp and rubbing in slow circles. Robb groaned, eyes sliding shut and letting the side of the tub take more of his weight as Jon worked his way over his entire scalp and then down through the ends of his hair.
“I’m going to rinse, now,” Jon murmured, lifting his hands away slowly.
Robb blinked, pulled from the trance Jon’s fingers had sent him into, then sat up and tilted his head back once more. “You’re so good at this.”
Jon snorted, pouring clean water over Robb’s sudsy curls and combing the fingers of his free hand through to help the water clear away all the soap. “You’re just lazy. You miss the hot springs.”
Robb’s mouth twitched before he could control it and he twisted to stare at Jon archly as he set the pitcher to the side. “I’m the king. You can’t speak to me that way.”
Jon ducked his head in apparent contrition. “Of course, your Grace. How may I atone?”
There were fewer things more attractive to Robb than Jon Snow on his knees, looking at him from behind that small, mischievous smirk that so rarely showed itself and Robb took a deep breath as his cock began to harden in the warm water. “I’m sure you’ll think of something,” he whispered, reaching out to trace the line of his brother’s jaw with his tallest fingers, and the soft, short beard his brother favored tingled pleasurably against his skin.
Jon tilted his head back up, the new angle pressing his mouth more firmly to Robb’s fingers, and then he slid his own hand up Robb’s wrist to urge the loose fist of his other fingers wide, and rubbed his thumb over Robb’s palm.
Robb watched, breath trapped in his chest. The heat of Jon’s mouth spilled from his lips when he parted them, pressing a soft kiss to the pad of each finger deliberately before sucking each fingertip past his lips.
“Jon…” Robb nearly cringed, his other hand tightening on the edge of the tub with the force of staying still and letting Jon have his way as he felt that soft tongue tracing over the seam of his nails and dip into the space between his fingers, mouth dipping lower to take in more of Robb’s fingers. His eyes were nearly closed in a look of sensual concentration, and Robb was sure it wasn’t just the hot steam from the tub which had brought color into his cheeks.
Jon slowly tugged Robb’s fingers from his mouth in infinitesimal increments with their combined grip. When the tips passed once more between his lips, he pressed another soft, open-mouthed kiss to the tips and smiled slowly against them. “I’m sure I can think of something.”
Re: The Heat We Make [2/2]angeldylan628April 20 2012, 03:45:11 UTC
Oh wow.
This was fantastic. You managed to capture everything I love about Jon and Robb and their dynamic. I loved the imagery and sensuality that was conveyed. And I'd love to imagine this as an ending for them. I'm sure it's one thousand times better for the one they're in store for.
Thank you so much for writing this! It was a wonderful read. :)
Re: The Heat We Make [2/2]shinymessoyayApril 21 2012, 04:56:14 UTC
Thank you! I actually had to rewrite it because I wrote the first draft at work and for some reason the draft didn't save in my email and dklfjsl;dkfj so yeah. I'm really glad you enjoyed it. ^_^ I enjoy their relationship so much, so that's awesome to hear! \o/
Re: The Heat We Make [2/2]shinymessoyayApril 22 2012, 23:59:31 UTC
Aw, thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it! I really think the best thing about fanfic is being able to give the characters the ending you think they deserve. After the chaos and pain of the books and the show, I thought they needed something sweet and easy.
On a side note, I'm really grateful for all the work you do with 5 Acts!
“I’m going to rinse, now,” Jon murmured, lifting his hands away slowly.
Robb blinked, pulled from the trance Jon’s fingers had sent him into, then sat up and tilted his head back once more. “You’re so good at this.”
Jon snorted, pouring clean water over Robb’s sudsy curls and combing the fingers of his free hand through to help the water clear away all the soap. “You’re just lazy. You miss the hot springs.”
Robb’s mouth twitched before he could control it and he twisted to stare at Jon archly as he set the pitcher to the side. “I’m the king. You can’t speak to me that way.”
Jon ducked his head in apparent contrition. “Of course, your Grace. How may I atone?”
There were fewer things more attractive to Robb than Jon Snow on his knees, looking at him from behind that small, mischievous smirk that so rarely showed itself and Robb took a deep breath as his cock began to harden in the warm water. “I’m sure you’ll think of something,” he whispered, reaching out to trace the line of his brother’s jaw with his tallest fingers, and the soft, short beard his brother favored tingled pleasurably against his skin.
Jon tilted his head back up, the new angle pressing his mouth more firmly to Robb’s fingers, and then he slid his own hand up Robb’s wrist to urge the loose fist of his other fingers wide, and rubbed his thumb over Robb’s palm.
Robb watched, breath trapped in his chest. The heat of Jon’s mouth spilled from his lips when he parted them, pressing a soft kiss to the pad of each finger deliberately before sucking each fingertip past his lips.
“Jon…” Robb nearly cringed, his other hand tightening on the edge of the tub with the force of staying still and letting Jon have his way as he felt that soft tongue tracing over the seam of his nails and dip into the space between his fingers, mouth dipping lower to take in more of Robb’s fingers. His eyes were nearly closed in a look of sensual concentration, and Robb was sure it wasn’t just the hot steam from the tub which had brought color into his cheeks.
Jon slowly tugged Robb’s fingers from his mouth in infinitesimal increments with their combined grip. When the tips passed once more between his lips, he pressed another soft, open-mouthed kiss to the tips and smiled slowly against them. “I’m sure I can think of something.”
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This was fantastic. You managed to capture everything I love about Jon and Robb and their dynamic. I loved the imagery and sensuality that was conveyed. And I'd love to imagine this as an ending for them. I'm sure it's one thousand times better for the one they're in store for.
Thank you so much for writing this! It was a wonderful read. :)
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On a side note, I'm really grateful for all the work you do with 5 Acts!
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