ASOIAF: Just Another Day
Title: Just Another Day
Author: the author formerly known as...
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters depicted.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings; The lightest of light light sexual content.
Pairing: Robb/Jon
Theme: Just Another Day - Billy Klippert
Summary: For Jon and Robb, just another day is like eternity...
Just Another Day
"Robb-" Jon gasps, struggling for air as his brother, bigger and stronger both, presses him against the wall.
"Shh," Robb hushes him, breath hot on his neck, teeth nipping at the flesh where collar bone meets the hollow of throat.
"Robb, no," Jon insists, breathless, pushing fruitlessly against Robb’s chest. Already he can feel the high seeping in, that feeling of elation that will only let him down as it always does. With steel or lance in hand, Jon has the technique and the momentum to overpower him, but Jon’s struggle here is useless. Robb’s body completely covers his own, muscle bulk crushing him into the stones beneath his back. He elbows Robb in the gut, and Robb is disoriented briefly enough for Jon to get words in before he recovers and crowds him back against the wall. "Please, Robb, I told you before- this has to stop. We can’t-"
"We did stop," Robb murmurs, hands blazing hot trails across Jon’s stomach. He presses their foreheads together, breath fanning out across Jon’s face. "We stopped weeks ago; and I can’t, I can’t anymore, Jon. Just another day is like eternity. I need you."
"Robb--!"
"Do you love me?"
Robb’s voice has dropped to a heated whisper, and Jon’s eyes drift shut.
"It doesn’t matter," he says, his voice as quiet as the other’s. "It doesn’t make this anymore right. If we were caught..."
"We’ve never been caught," Robb laughs, dipping his hand toward Jon’s lower back.
"I know," Jon sighs, twisting his neck despite himself, letting Robb’s face nuzzle him there. Sometimes it feels like their souls collide when Robb touches him- other times, he feels like his is lost, and guilt presses against his chest with more force than a flung lance. "I know. But don’t you think... I mean, even if we’re not caught it’s still.... wrong."
Robb moans, lips pressed into his neck. "Doesn’t feel wrong," he disagrees, gripping Jon’s hips and pulling him closer. "Feels right to me."
Trying to fight Robb off is like fumbling through a maze, and Jon thinks that he’s lost himself somewhere inside. Somewhere the Jon who knows right from wrong, who has the will to stave Robb off is hiding, and Jon doesn’t know if he can find him again. He thought he had, thought he had cast aside all this so he could be the man he knew their father would want him to be, but beneath Robb’s warm lips Jon becomes a weak little boy.
"Of course it feels-" Jon’s complaint is lost behind the gasp he lets out when Robb rocks against him just so, and- "Oh... Oh.... No. No! Robb, quit it." Jon forces Robb’s hips back with his hands, breathless, flushed, and hating himself for it.
"Jon," Robb whispers, scattering hot, open-mouthed kisses along Jon’s jaw and face. Jon trembles at the tone in his voice, clutches the fabric of his cloak. "I told you... one more day without you is like eternity... You still didn’t answer." Jon tries to ignore the hurt in those words, thinks that if he only had the strength to say no to this, that Robb would give up for good.
"I do love you, I do," Jon says wearily. "But Robb..."
Jon waits for Robb to cut in, not sure exactly what it is he wants to say next. Robb speaks not, just waits silently, kissing Jon’s throat, his jaw, his skin below his ears. Jon says nothing as Robb wraps his arms around him, pulls him into his chest. He closes his eyes and listens to the beating of his heart, the rush of their shared blood in his ears. When Robb’s lips find his own, he doesn’t fight, mouth opening easily, the heat of their kiss spreading all the way down to their toes- his toes? Jon doesn’t know anymore.
Robb touches Jon, and the moments stretch into eternity; Jon’s guilt follows him through the maze of time.
Author: the author formerly known as...
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters depicted.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings; The lightest of light light sexual content.
Pairing: Robb/Jon
Theme: Just Another Day - Billy Klippert
Summary: For Jon and Robb, just another day is like eternity...
Just Another Day
"Robb-" Jon gasps, struggling for air as his brother, bigger and stronger both, presses him against the wall.
"Shh," Robb hushes him, breath hot on his neck, teeth nipping at the flesh where collar bone meets the hollow of throat.
"Robb, no," Jon insists, breathless, pushing fruitlessly against Robb’s chest. Already he can feel the high seeping in, that feeling of elation that will only let him down as it always does. With steel or lance in hand, Jon has the technique and the momentum to overpower him, but Jon’s struggle here is useless. Robb’s body completely covers his own, muscle bulk crushing him into the stones beneath his back. He elbows Robb in the gut, and Robb is disoriented briefly enough for Jon to get words in before he recovers and crowds him back against the wall. "Please, Robb, I told you before- this has to stop. We can’t-"
"We did stop," Robb murmurs, hands blazing hot trails across Jon’s stomach. He presses their foreheads together, breath fanning out across Jon’s face. "We stopped weeks ago; and I can’t, I can’t anymore, Jon. Just another day is like eternity. I need you."
"Robb--!"
"Do you love me?"
Robb’s voice has dropped to a heated whisper, and Jon’s eyes drift shut.
"It doesn’t matter," he says, his voice as quiet as the other’s. "It doesn’t make this anymore right. If we were caught..."
"We’ve never been caught," Robb laughs, dipping his hand toward Jon’s lower back.
"I know," Jon sighs, twisting his neck despite himself, letting Robb’s face nuzzle him there. Sometimes it feels like their souls collide when Robb touches him- other times, he feels like his is lost, and guilt presses against his chest with more force than a flung lance. "I know. But don’t you think... I mean, even if we’re not caught it’s still.... wrong."
Robb moans, lips pressed into his neck. "Doesn’t feel wrong," he disagrees, gripping Jon’s hips and pulling him closer. "Feels right to me."
Trying to fight Robb off is like fumbling through a maze, and Jon thinks that he’s lost himself somewhere inside. Somewhere the Jon who knows right from wrong, who has the will to stave Robb off is hiding, and Jon doesn’t know if he can find him again. He thought he had, thought he had cast aside all this so he could be the man he knew their father would want him to be, but beneath Robb’s warm lips Jon becomes a weak little boy.
"Of course it feels-" Jon’s complaint is lost behind the gasp he lets out when Robb rocks against him just so, and- "Oh... Oh.... No. No! Robb, quit it." Jon forces Robb’s hips back with his hands, breathless, flushed, and hating himself for it.
"Jon," Robb whispers, scattering hot, open-mouthed kisses along Jon’s jaw and face. Jon trembles at the tone in his voice, clutches the fabric of his cloak. "I told you... one more day without you is like eternity... You still didn’t answer." Jon tries to ignore the hurt in those words, thinks that if he only had the strength to say no to this, that Robb would give up for good.
"I do love you, I do," Jon says wearily. "But Robb..."
Jon waits for Robb to cut in, not sure exactly what it is he wants to say next. Robb speaks not, just waits silently, kissing Jon’s throat, his jaw, his skin below his ears. Jon says nothing as Robb wraps his arms around him, pulls him into his chest. He closes his eyes and listens to the beating of his heart, the rush of their shared blood in his ears. When Robb’s lips find his own, he doesn’t fight, mouth opening easily, the heat of their kiss spreading all the way down to their toes- his toes? Jon doesn’t know anymore.
Robb touches Jon, and the moments stretch into eternity; Jon’s guilt follows him through the maze of time.