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The Hightower was a magnificent sight. Tall and imposing. Dark stone rising high into the air, it's beacon burning brighter than the setting sun.
"Brother!" Daeron practically threw himself at Aegon when they arrived, arms wrapping around his elder brother's neck. Their laughter soothed the nerves that had started buzzing in the back of Jacaerys' head upon landing.
Tessarion tittered as Sunfyre and Vermax joined her on the ramparts that ringed the top of the Hightower. All three dragons lounged about as Daeron excitedly tugged on his brother's arm and demanded to know what he was doing there.
"We've come to bring you home," Jacaerys offered, smile tight as Daeron furrowed his brow. "The king... he's died, Daeron." His younger uncle paled.
Aegon yelped as Daeron squeezed at his hand. He took half a step back, dragging Aegon with him. The knights on the rooftop with them straightened. Vermax growled.
"The queen has ordered that you be returned to your mother," Jacaerys continued, clearing his throat as he ignored the tension rising around him, "The dowager queen will need all the comfort we can provide her, in her grief, and you've been away too long as is."
"Rhaenyra is reuniting our family," Aegon whispered to his brother. He pressed a kiss to Daeron's temple, nose wrinkling as he had to rise up onto his toes to manage it. Jacaerys pursed his lips to hide a smile.
Lucerys was the same height as him now. It wouldn't be long until Jacaerys found himself doing the same. Aegon frowned, visibly displeased to find himself shorter than yet another younger brother.
"When did you grow this tall? I don't remember giving you permission for such nonsense," Aegon wrapped an arm around Daeron's neck. His brother squawked as he was tugged down.
"Brother!" Daeron whined as Aegon ruffled his hair, mussing up the short curls. With a shove, he pulled from Aegon's grasp. Daeron huffed, "It's not my fault you're so small and delicate."
Jacaerys choked on his laugh. A sharp look was leveled on him from across the flat root. Eyes fluttered all around them as Aegon sprang forward.
The brothers' shrieks echoed off the dark stone as the two wrestled about. The guards exchanged looks, but did nothing else. Jacaerys merely watched on with a smile.
He liked seeing Aegon so relaxed. So free with his smiles and his laughter. Daeron whined as his elder brother pinned him to the stone.
Tossing his hair back, Aegon cackled. His lips twisted into a mischievous grin and his eyes nearly glowed in the evening light, bright and vivid. He taunted Daeron. Merciless as he teased the younger man about his training regime.
"You cheat, brother, it's not fair!" Daeron cried, lips puckering into a pout. Aegon rolled his eyes and dropped a kiss to Daeron's forehead.
"Fights aren't fair, Daer," Aegon rose to his feet, dragging his little brother up a moment later. He sighed, arms stretching up above his head, "And I don't like losing."
Jacaerys swallowed thickly as his eyes roamed Aegon's body. His uncle wore his clothes. A pale blue shirt. Dark breeches. Both a bit loose on his thinner frame. His wiry, lithe limbs.
He licked his lips and adjusted himself subtly. Aegon had enticed him into several bouts of sex on their way. One upon Vermax even, during a short break near Bitterbridge. His cock thickened as Aegon glanced his way, a smirk spreading across his face. Just as it had then.
Daeron blinked, his eyes flicking between them. Aegon's chin rose. A quiet challenge that Jacaerys wanted to answer. That he might have tried to, had Daeron not cleared his throat. He furrowed his brow, tugging on his brother's arm, "Is... is father really-"
"Yes," Aegon turned his attention back to his brother. He rolled his shoulders back, lips pursing, "In his sleep, at least, from what I heard mother say." Jacaerys ducked his head as Daeron's eyes widened.
They'd come for a reason. With a purpose. It wouldn't do, for Jacaerys to get distract, to allow himself to give in to his whims. Not any more than he already had at least... His mother had entrusted him with a mission, he couldn't fail her.
"I fled King's Landing to avoid the chaos after," Aegon sighed as he finished his explanation. He brushed a hand through Daeron's shorter hair, ruffling the soft waves, "Our nephew came to collect me, after Aemond carried the news to Dragonstone."
It was quick work, Aegon convincing Daeron to come with them. Jacaerys expected his younger uncle cared even less about the politics of court than Aegon. He merely wanted to go home.
Lord Hightower agreed even more readily. Offering the hospitality of his House to them both for the evening, though Aegon was quick to wave it off.
"The sooner we return, the happier my mother will be," Aegon assured the man, voice thick with false courtesy. He chuckled, waving his mother's cousin off with an exaggerated groan, "She's likely quite cross with me already, given I left so abruptly. I can only hope bringing Daeron will earn me her forgiveness."
Ormund Hightower's laughter rang out then. He grinned, ducking his head in a bow, "Hightower women are not overly forgiving, my prince. I shall wish you luck in that regard."
"You didn't even say goodbye to mother?" Daeron glared at his brother as he led them deeper into the Hightower after that. "You know how she worries! About you especially!" Daeron hissed and Aegon whined, head falling back, "Really, brother, why must you always be so difficult?"
"His natural state, I expect," Jacaerys drawled, grinning as Aegon groused. An elbow dug into his abdomen and Jacaerys gasped, exhaling sharply as he finished, "He's always liked being the center of attention."
Lips pursing, Daeron muffled a quiet laugh. He turned his head into his shoulder to giggle, "He's certainly never liked *sharing* attention, that's for sure."
"I will happily let you have all of mother's attention when we return," Aegon snarked. Hands shoved at his chest and Jacaerys quickled wrapped an arm around his uncle's waist. He snapped one of his wrists up too, dragging him off his feet. He chuckled as Aegon squawked, "Jace!"
His uncle whined more, though he didn't struggle in the light hold. Quite the opposite in fact. Aegon immediately began grinding his ass back against Jacaerys. He smirked over his shoulder when he found Jacaerys already hard. Already aching.
Choking on his next breath, Jacaerys fisted a hand in Aegon's shirt. He set his uncle down, but Aegon didn't move farther away. Didn't place a more appropriate distance between them.
Daeron glanced their way, squinting at their hands as fingers ghosted over one another. He paused at a door.
The hallways were relatively empty. As were the chambers that Daeron ushered them into. His chambers, Jacaerys guessed, given a some of the drapery around them was embroidered with dragons. A black leather chest beside the wardrobe had the Targaryen sigil embossed on the front as well.
"I need to gather some things, speak to the steward about sending the rest," Daeron told them, heading for the wardrobe.
A quick glance over his shoulder. A bob of his throat. Daeron flung his arm towards a door and ducked his head, "You're welcome to rest a bit, in my bedchamber, before we go."
Cheeks burning, Jacaerys nodded mutely. He didn't have time to consider the implications of Daeron's offer before Aegon was stripping off his breeches. A hand shoved him back onto the bed the moment the door clicked shut and Jacaerys yelped as his back hit the mattress.
Aegon growled as he ripped at Jacaerys' laces. Hips rising, Jacaerys whimpered as calloused fingers wrapped around his cock. His head fell back, breath hitching. Aegon wasted no time.
"I enjoy this so much more than I ever imagined," Aegon choked out as he mounted Jacaerys. His cunt slick with his desire as it sunk down over his cock. Aegon's eyes rolled back and his mouth fell open. "We'll go to Dragonstone soon, yes? After we return?"
"Eager to warm my bed for me, uncle?" Jacaerys teased, rocking up. Aegon hummed. He dug his knees into the mattress and began to roll his hips. Riding Jacaerys like he might a horse, bouncing on his lap.
It was perhaps the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen. Silver curls flew out. Aegon clutched at the frizzy mess, moaning louding. His head flung back. Jacaerys' name on his lips.
"The moment my mother allows," Jacaerys promised, breaths shallow. He chuckled, "I'll take you to Dragonstone and we can spend a whole week like this." Aegon groaned. "You can explore the pleasure you've missed to your heart's content."
"Yes~" Aegon picked up his pace. His head fell forward. Hands grabbed at Jacaerys, tugging at his riding leathers.
Biting at his bottom lip, Jacaerys slid a hand up Aegon's thighs. He didn't grab. Didn't grope. His fingers slid over pebbling flesh gently as Aegon's rhythm stuttered.
"Jace~" Aegon keened, clenching tight around Jacaerys' cock as his hand slipped beneath the blue shirt clinging to his uncle's sweat slick chest. A quick thrust and Aegon moaned.
He let Aegon move as he wished, taking his pleasure as Jacaerys lay beneath him. Cock sheathed in the man's warm cunt, Jacaerys focused on exploring the rest of Aegon's body. His hands roaming over his chest, his back.
His lover's breath hitched as Jacaerys flicked his thumbs over erect nipples. Aegon's bouncing slowed. His hips rolled even slower. He inhaled deeply. Heavily lidded eyes locked on his face.
"Kiss me," Aegon demanded, voice rumbling harshly. His thighs trembled and Jacaerys rose up. Aegon grabbed at his riding vest again, hands fisting around the leather, "Kiss me now."
He brushed his lips over Aegon's. Dry, cracked from flying. Bruised too, from their earlier coupling. Aegon sunk into him, panting as Jacaerys licked in, slowly.
"On Dragonstone, I shall take my time," Jacaerys promised, hand rising over Aegon's back. He laced his fingers through silver strands and nipped at Aegon's trembling bottom lip, "I'll touch you in every way." He sucked on Aegon's tongue, teeth scraping over his top lip. "Kiss you. Love you."
Hands clutched at his face, fingers fisted in his dark curls. Aegon shuddered. His hips rocking forward as he moaned, "Fuck me. Fuck me now."
Flipping them over, Jacaerys did as he was told. His hands palming at Aegon's thighs, his calves. He angled his uncle's legs back and began to thrust. In and out. Hard and slow. The same pace he'd discovered Aegon liked when they fucked beside the Mander.
Back arching, Aegon flung his head back. He mewled. A smile split his face as Jacaerys moved on top of him. He met each thrust and dragged him down for more kisses.
When Daeron knocked on his own door some time later, Jacaerys had managed to provide Aegon with his release twice more. The older man lay sprawled across the bed, legs splayed out and chest heaving.
Jacaerys didn't bother to clean him up entirely. His uncle had already extorted a promise from him for another break before they reached King's Landing. Somewhere along the Mander. On Sunfyre this time.
He rather liked the way his seed dripped from Aegon's cunt at that. The way his uncle's own release stuck to his skin. Aegon dragged a sheet over his debauched body as Jacaerys headed for the door.
"Are you two done... resting?" Daeron asked, cheeks flushing. He averted his gaze, "I, uh, I can, uh-"
"Give me just a moment," Aegon called out, and Daeron's gaze snapped to him over Jacaerys' shoulder. His face went crimson as Aegon dragged a hand up his face. His voice husky, "I'll be ready in a minute." He chuckled to himself and Daeron's eyes narrowed.
With a cough, Jacaerys averted his own gaze as Daeron's eyes turned to him. He cleared his throat, "See that the servants fill the water skins, won't you?" He rubbed at his neck, "Aegon wants to pause near Bitterbridge again on the way back."
A giggle sounded from behind him. Aegon's voice low and mewling, like a cat in heat, "I think Bitterbridge may be my favorite place in Westeros, after this trip."
"Right." Daeron pursed his lips. Jacaerys chanced a glance at him. Their eyes met. His uncle's gaze hard, his nostrils flaring. Jacaerys grimaced.
He had no good reason, did he? For fucking Aegon so thoroughly. He ought to have been using the opportunity to speak with the Hightowers, testing their loyalty. Perhaps assessing their defenses.
Instead he'd spent the time burying his cock in Aegon, enjoying the pleasures of the flesh. His lover's vocal encouragement consuming him.
Many of the knights and servants looked at their feet as Jacaerys led his uncles back up to the dragons. Aegon didn't limp, but he wore a fresh shirt. One of Daeron's. The bright red marks Jacaerys had left upon his neck stood out starkly beside the deep green.
Lord Hightower gave him a tight smile as he saw them off. The man's cheeks flushed as he looked at Aegon. His uncle chuckled, ducking his head to Jacaerys' ear as he walked towards Sunfyre.
"I don't believe he'll have any desire to crown me after this," Aegon winked at him, grinning wickedly, "Not after hearing me scream your name so much."
Jacaerys gaped at his uncle, eyes fluttering. He nearly stumbled as he stopped beside Vermax. Aegon skipped the last few steps to his dragon. He cooed at Sunfyre as Jacaerys blinked after him.
At least one of them had leveraged the political opportunity of this visit...
His uncle climbed into his saddle and urged his golden beast into the night sky. Scales glittering in the moonlight, Sunfyre led them all the way back to King's Landing.
Daeron stayed in the air, when Aegon sunk low over the Mander for their short rest. Jacaerys avoided meeting his younger uncle's eyes as he urged Vermax down. The man's judgement didn't stay his hand, or his cock.
"I could... I could warm your bed in King's Landing too," Aegon panted against his cheek. One leg hooked over his shoulder. His head lulled back, eyes glazing over as he climaxed, "I know the secret passages..."
"Fuck, Egg!" Jacaerys grunted, burying himself deeper in his lover's pulsing cunt. His hand stilled around Aegon's cock. He slotted their mouths together, muffling his uncle's moans.
Even if the whole realm learned of his interest in men, of his desire for his uncle... Jacaerys didn't think he could bring himself to feel shame about it. Not when every inch of his body burned at seeing Aegon's fluttering lashes. His soft smile. The quiet affection.
"Is that a yes?" Aegon gasped out, choking on his laughter as Jacaerys groaned. He hid his face in Aegon's throat as he willed himself to breathe. To calm.
Jacaerys thought he might endure anything, so long as he had Aegon. So long as he could keep him. Touch him. So long as he could hold Aegon for the rest of his life.