Craving
Title: Craving
Fandom: ASOIAF
Characters: Samwell/Alliser
Rating: PG-13
Words: 469
Summary: Sam has been craving for 'that type' of contact ever since that night...
Warnings: First part of two... done for 1drabble community!
There were many things that Samwell Tarly had imagined himself doing when he returned from Oldtown to the Wall as the new maester. Reading more books, narrating his adventures, talking to Jon again, watching the snow after so long...
What he hadn't pictured, however, what was he was doing right now. Sitting on the edge of a bed with Ser Alliser Thorne.
The older man, who had recently returned from the north of the Wall, said he saw some terrifying stuff over there. Stuff he hadn't seen in the past. Sam had been assigned to treating him, and Ser Alliser was assigned a special chamber just for himself, which was hard to do on such a crowded edification as Castle Black. The amount of wildlings Jon had recruited surprised Sam, but he understood that they needed the men.
It had come as innocent, when Throne's hand fell on Sam's knee as the newly-appointed maester treated a severe injury on his shoulder, on which he had been working on for the past days, and he didn't pay it much attention. Then he noticed the hand started rising up his knee to his thigh, and his whole body shivered. But he didn't reject it, causing a small smirk on the other man's lips. One of the smirks he used to wear before leaving for the borth of the Wall.
It surprised Sam how much he desired for Alliser to keep his hand moving. Ever since his night with Gilly on that ship, Sam had craved that kind of physical contact, but knew it was forbidden for him as a sworn brother. But would it be wrong with another man? The books said nothing against it, and it wasn't like he was planning to take Thorne as a wife, that much was for sure. So he just continued treating the injury, attempting to ignore the fact that Alliser's hand had just reached his provate parts.
They both suddenly became very aware of the fact that Alliser was shirtless, and as he finished placing a bandage on his shoulder, Sam's gaze fell upon his chest. He noticed his hand was still on the shoulder, but he didn't move it. In fact, it went down to his chest and reached for his nipple, feeling it. Unlike Gilly's, no breast milk poured out, which caused him a strange sense of satisfaction, specially upon seeing the momentary pleasure displayed on Thorne's face. Their looks crossed, and Sam understood it; Alliser needed human contact that night, and Sam was just about as good as the next guy (or girl, but there weren't any near), so he'd have to do. His feelings weren't all that different, he needed someone, and the response he got from his body told him Alliser, as mean as he was, was good enough.
Fandom: ASOIAF
Characters: Samwell/Alliser
Rating: PG-13
Words: 469
Summary: Sam has been craving for 'that type' of contact ever since that night...
Warnings: First part of two... done for 1drabble community!
There were many things that Samwell Tarly had imagined himself doing when he returned from Oldtown to the Wall as the new maester. Reading more books, narrating his adventures, talking to Jon again, watching the snow after so long...
What he hadn't pictured, however, what was he was doing right now. Sitting on the edge of a bed with Ser Alliser Thorne.
The older man, who had recently returned from the north of the Wall, said he saw some terrifying stuff over there. Stuff he hadn't seen in the past. Sam had been assigned to treating him, and Ser Alliser was assigned a special chamber just for himself, which was hard to do on such a crowded edification as Castle Black. The amount of wildlings Jon had recruited surprised Sam, but he understood that they needed the men.
It had come as innocent, when Throne's hand fell on Sam's knee as the newly-appointed maester treated a severe injury on his shoulder, on which he had been working on for the past days, and he didn't pay it much attention. Then he noticed the hand started rising up his knee to his thigh, and his whole body shivered. But he didn't reject it, causing a small smirk on the other man's lips. One of the smirks he used to wear before leaving for the borth of the Wall.
It surprised Sam how much he desired for Alliser to keep his hand moving. Ever since his night with Gilly on that ship, Sam had craved that kind of physical contact, but knew it was forbidden for him as a sworn brother. But would it be wrong with another man? The books said nothing against it, and it wasn't like he was planning to take Thorne as a wife, that much was for sure. So he just continued treating the injury, attempting to ignore the fact that Alliser's hand had just reached his provate parts.
They both suddenly became very aware of the fact that Alliser was shirtless, and as he finished placing a bandage on his shoulder, Sam's gaze fell upon his chest. He noticed his hand was still on the shoulder, but he didn't move it. In fact, it went down to his chest and reached for his nipple, feeling it. Unlike Gilly's, no breast milk poured out, which caused him a strange sense of satisfaction, specially upon seeing the momentary pleasure displayed on Thorne's face. Their looks crossed, and Sam understood it; Alliser needed human contact that night, and Sam was just about as good as the next guy (or girl, but there weren't any near), so he'd have to do. His feelings weren't all that different, he needed someone, and the response he got from his body told him Alliser, as mean as he was, was good enough.