Untitled, Part 1
Jaime hadn't approved of the idea of travelling with both his sister and
Arthur Dayne at first, since both of them would require his full
attention and he would not be able to please both of them in that
regard. If he stayed with Cersei he imagined Dayne would tell him he
wasn't focusing on and doing his job, but if he actually did his job as Dayne would want Cersei would be mad at him for ages. If anyone knew how to hold a grudge it was his sweet sister.
He'd come up with something, but it was crazy.
He'd decided to go see if Dayne was awake, maybe something the man said or did would make Jaime's mind up. Dayne's room wasn't the most luxurios one, but it was far from bad. Which
Jaim approved of, since his father could be quite rude to guests he
didn't fully approve of. And Jaime wouldn't want his commander to be
mistreated while he himself lay in the finest room in the castle
apart from his father and sisters. He'd entered the room quietly, which wasn't something Jaime was known for really. He could if he wanted to, but the thing is that he rarely wanted to. «Morning, Day-» he started before actually noticing the scene before him, and broke down in laughter.
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Dayne on the other hand did not much approve of being woken up after a long days ride to get to the Rock in the first place. He put up his hand to shield his eyes from the brightness and turned his head to
identify whoever had woken him. To his surprise he found none other
that the young Lannister, struggling to hold back his laughter. That
boy always came up with some line which he found incredibly amusing.
He felt Jaime's weight on the bed before he spoke. «So THIS is why
the call you 'sword of the morning'» He said as his hands were
finding their way under the blanket. He felt it move as Jaime slid
under and a hand found his 'sword' as Jaime had cleverly put it a
few times, Dayne felt a warmth spread in his abdomen as Jaime's
clever fingers started touching him. «Aah, Jaim-» he tried to say
before Jaime claimed his mouth with his own. He put his hand on
Jaime's neck and pulled him closer while cursing him for not at least
taking his shirt of. Jaime was very skilled with his fingers, and
Dayne felt he could hardly take this for much longer. Jaime must have
sensed this as he moved slightly downward and kissed Dayne's neck and
chest while intensifying his effort. Dayne, that barely had time to
wake before Jaime had started, slowly moved his fingers down Jaime's
chest and caressing him lazily while pleasure was all he could feel.
«You should wake me up more often» he said while Jaime finished up,
which earned him a huge grin in return.
«Maybe I will» Jaime said as he wiped off his hand on a piece of cloth and
starting to get up, «Sadly you won't see much of me today. As musch
as I've tried to tell him otherwise he has filled up my day with all
kinds of shit. He acts like me being in the Kingsguard is some sort
of hobby» He seemed to speak mostly to himself, not really expecting
or wanting a reply from Dayne.
«You shouldn't keep him waiting then. Sometimes it's easier to just get it
over with» Dayne was reaching for his clothes, which he'd just left
in a chair next to the bed due to exhaustion the previous night.
Dayne thought he saw an odd smile on Jaime's face as he left the room, but
it could also have been the lack of food for a while. He thought no
more of it.