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“I must close my eyes to see your face”
—Alesana
302 AC
With Jon’s wrist in your hand, you at last arrived to the smaller clearing you’d spotted a glimpse of through the woods on the way up here. It was by a little cliff with a shallow cave carved into its side, and several rocks of varying sizes sat by the cave under the snow.
You got Jon to help you set up a little area to sit and cook the few mushrooms, berries and greens that you’d found in the forest and placed into your bag earlier while you were making your way through the wood. You swept the snow off of several rocks and moved two large ones near the cave a few feet from each other, then stacked more rocks to make a little stove, placing a large, thin, slightly concave one on top. Under it, you placed twigs, where you then used a flint (borrowed from Jon) to start a small fire.
“Snow, do you still have a little knife too?”
“Uh-huh?” He brought one out from his boot.
“Could you use that to carve a couple sticks into spoons?”
He found a couple that were shape for that and picked them up. You sat on the large rock seats.
“…I know I shouldn’t care to ask this. And I swear I don’t, but…”
You’d just put the two large, flat mushrooms onto the stovetop rock and they hissed. You looked up at Jon from your hunched position and your eyebrows raised.
“Hm?” It came out soft and nonchalant.
“…Was there ever anyone else? You know, in-between…” He looked down.
“Mm. Yes, I was in Essos for some time and I got into a… mostly purely sexual relationship. In Giedi Prime. With Prince Harkonnen.”
“You mean, Prince Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen??”
“That’s him. I’m sure he was the only one. Actually…” You took in Jon’s full, pouty lips and dark ringlets. “He looked quite a bit like you.” You used the tip of a stick to move the mushrooms.
“Hasn’t House Harkonnen of the southern Essosi kingdom Giedi Prime been fighting with House Atreides of the northern Essosi kingdom Caladan over rule of the arid desert nation Arrakis (which lies between the two) for quite some time?” Jon glanced at the reader of this fanfic.
“Why, yes, Snow. You really know your Essosi history and geography.” You also glanced. You flipped over the mushrooms.
“Anyway, it doesn’t matter anymore. Feyd-Rautha got himself killed in some fight with this supposedly very renowned Pentoshi fighter, the stupid idiot. He never was very smart, always starting trouble. Couldn’t control his temper. Always had to prove himself. After that, I left Giedi Prime. Got this sick knife from him, though.” You slid your Valyrian steel machete out of its holster to show Jon.
“Holy fuck,” Jon’s face lit up at the sight of the shiny, dark gray, marbled metal. “That’s not Valyrian steel?!”
“Sure is. Turns out the Harkonnens are pretty rich. Feyd just up and gave this to me… I guess I did mean something to him.” You said, returning the blade to its pocket. You placed the mushrooms on a little bed of sticks you’d arranged next to the “stove” to act as a plate or rack, then put the greens and berries onto the stovetop rock with some snow to help boil them.
“So… how about you? Was there ever anyone else?”
You observed Jon’s face recall a memory and lose its fervor. “His name was Tormund.”
“Oh… a Wildling?” The greens and berries were cooked and mushy, so you used your hands to shred the mushrooms into the wok rock and you motioned to put out the fire below.
“Don’t put that out yet.” Jon used a larger stick to move the on-fire twigs out from under the stove rock, closer to the cave. Then he handed you a shoddily-carved spoon. “But yes, he was. He’s also…”
“Oh…” You looked at the grieving look in his eyes and figured Tormund’s death must have been more recent than Feyd’s. Jon also must have cared more for his “meantime” lover than you did yours.
Jon looked at you and let a small but genuine smile creep onto his mouth. “I’ll be okay.”
You both began to eat the mini-dinner you’d made.
“You know, Jon,” you started, “after several months—I don’t know how long—the crispness of your face in my memory began to fade a bit. There was a period of time before I… ‘got over you’ when I felt guilty because of it. It never became a total blur, but after a couple years it was all blurry and segmented. My brain could only visualize one part of your face at a time.”
You looked up from the ground. “I guess I’m glad that won’t have to happen again.”
Jon blushed and ate. You did too. You thought it over and decided it was pretty good. You were a bit out of practice when it came to cooking.
“I guess I went through the same thing,” Jon said. “And I forgot how good of a cook you were…”
It’s only decent. Oh well, good thing he likes it more than I do.
You preoccupied yourself with the two braided locks of your hair, finally brought together. You tied one of their ends together, then undid the braids and rebraided them into one; one black section, one light brown, and the middle a mix of both. You tied the other end off. When you were done, you both were finished eating as well. You put some snow in the wok rock to “wash” it. You got up from your seats.
“So, do you wanna head back now? It’ll be late soon, won’t it—“
Jon grabbed your face and looked up at you, then kissed you and brought his mouth up to your ear. “No. I want you to make love to me, Mormont.”
Your eyes widened. You blushed, taken aback, and looked down at him when he pulled away. He wrapped his arms around you. You felt a heat begin to grow in your groin.
“Jon…? Y-You sure? If it gets dark… I mean, won’t they worry, the guys back at the castle—“
Jon kissed you again. “I’ll cross that bridge. And they have Ygritte to keep them safe while I’m gone. Right now, you’re back in my arms after four years. I want you to take me properly, like you never did.”
You weren’t getting out of this… But then again, not the worst situation to be stuck in. You had to admit that once you left, you regretted never… And who could resist that face?
You leaned down and kissed him back. “Very well.” You both lay on the floor of the shallow cave, and Jon began to kiss you more frantically and harshly. The small campfire lit his right side in orange, which grew somewhat brighter when he turned you onto your back and got onto you. His hands felt up your chest through your clothes, and he began to roll his hips over your lap, grinding his bottom against you.
“Agh,” you groaned, practically wincing. His moans were softer and short as he felt your member hardening through your pants beneath him. Your fingers picked at the fastenings of the multiple layers of clothes on his torso, and when the fabrics finally came apart you ran your hand along his hard chest and abs. His body had filled out quite a bit in the time that had passed; he was at least as muscular as you were now, though still a bit shorter and more “cut.”
Jon allowed you to place your hands on his thighs as he ground against you. You let out little moans as even through both your pants, you felt his ass graze your tip. Jon leant down and kissed you on the cheek, and brought your hands to his pants. You undid them and brought them down only down to his mid-thighs (which were also wonderfully chiseled); just as his semi was exposed to the freezing air, you wrapped your hand around it and started to stroke it. You spit on it and stroked it at a consistently medium pace.
Jon breathed out a gasp and then a little groan, then began attacking your pants with his hands. He undid them and lowered them just enough to free your hard-on to the open air. He too spit in his hand and began to stroke it fast . You groaned from the whiplash. He leaned down to your ear.
“Let’s make this quick.” You nodded, unable to think of something to say; Jon’s surprisingly soft, saliva-coated palm gripped your flesh tight and pumped your length quickly. You felt your veins pulsing against his flesh. He spit in his hand, and kept going as he spot again a few times into his other hand, reaching back and slicking himself with it.
He moaned a little, breathlessly, when he stuck a finger inside himself a bit to test the wetness. Jon spit on both his hands a little more and moved forward, standing on his knees and aligning his entrance with your tip. You felt it kiss your throbbing head. He whimpered when he lowered himself just a bit onto your length, his hole tightly squeezing your head. You whined, breathing quickened, and gripped Jon’s hips, gently pushing them down to indicate your wants. Words were too civilized a concept for your horny brain.
Jon took a hand of yours and brought it up to his face, licking and nibbling your thumb. “I missed you, Mormont.” And when he rubbed your fingers along his rock-hard torso and lowered himself down your shaft more, you whimpered loudly and breathed his name. You brought your other hand up to touch his chest as well, as you were totally enthralled by the sight of his incredible body.
“I told you I wanted me to take me, Mormont.” He put both your hands back on his hips and lowered himself more onto your cock until you were fully inside. He moaned loudly and abruptly. He leaned down and looked you right in the eyes intensely. They looked almost vantablack in the poor lighting, even though the sun had only just begun to set. “So fuck me.”
You closed the mere inch-long gap between your lips and gripped Jon’s hips firmly, beginning to thrust up into him like he wanted. He laid his arms around your head, beginning to nuzzle and bite at your collarbone as he whimpered from your movement. His hot insides gripped your slicked flesh and you thrust in and out of him, your hands moving to his ass and smacking it lightly. He moaned when you did it, unable to resist the urge to start rolling his own hips again. You buried your face in the crook of Jon’s neck and his messy hair cascading down his neck scratched at your forehead as he bounced himself on your hot hardness.
Jon looked over to the sky, saw it gradually darkening, and looked back to you. “Cum.”
“What?” Your breathing was fast and shallow, just as your thrusts were.
“Cum in me.” He sat back up, straightening his back, and properly bounced on your length with more energy. He threw his head back and moaned. His cock wobbled and leaked precum onto your waistline. His stomach heaved shallowly with his quick breathing. His hands held your hips still as he rode you. Your eyelids fluttered. This was almost too much to handle. You thrust up into Jon as hard and fast as you could, not noticing your nearly holding your breath. Jon moaned louder and longer from your thrusts and you felt close. His tight flesh gripping your thick meat as you thrust into him pulled loud moans and puffs of air from your lungs as you neared climax. Jon’s vocalizations didn’t stop. His hand rubbed his balls and he began again to stroke himself fast.
Suddenly, you felt your whole body stiffen, all your muscles tighten, and your grip on Jon’s ass constrict before you felt the heat of your cum shooting through your cock and into Jon. His eyes fluttered closed and just as the first stream of hot semen flowed deep into him, he came too. His hand jerked his cock fast, and cum shot from his tip onto your belly and clothes a bit. He was moaning like a whore. You could barely breathe while you rode out your orgasm, thrusting into his tightness several more times as tiny drops of your cum began to leak out of him and onto your glistening cock.
When Jon was finally finished and satisfied, he pulled himself off you with a big exhale and fell onto the cave’s cold floor with a big exhale. He closed his eyes and cuddled up to you, not bothering to fix his clothes.
You sat like that for a few minutes, but pulled your pants back up once you decided you two needed to move and you couldn’t stay like this. You nudged Jon.
“Getting dark, Snow. We need to go to Castle Black. Come on.” You stood up.
Jon opened his eyes and looked up at you. You blushed. He looked like a baby puppy or something.
“I love you, Jedo.”
You were taken aback yet again. “Me too, Snow… But about you.” You leaned down to pull him up by his arm.
“Come on. Don’t you wanna sleep in your own bed tonight?” You looked off into the distance. “I can literally see it from here. We might get there before it’s totally pitch-black if we hurry”
Jon couldn’t argue with that. He got up, and you saw one last glimpse of his (incredibly plump) ass just as he pulled his pants back up and fastened his tops.
“Alright, let’s go.” He began toward Castle Black; it stood there looking mystical in the distance, waiting for his arrival. You followed.