"A Warmer Sleep" (A Song of Ice and Fire, Robb/Jon, R, 1/1)

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Title: A Warmer Sleep
Author: m.jules
Rating: R?
Summary: It's a PWP. What summary?
Disclaimer: Not mine! Not getting rich, either.
Author's Notes: Man, I've been wanting to write this fic ever since Martin mentioned how Jon and Bran and Robb and Theon all used to sleep in the same bed to keep out the cold. Then I got stuck in the airport in Salt Lake City and, well, here you have it. Thanks to unanon for beta and encouragement. *smooch*

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If there was one thing Jon Snow hated, it was waking up. Under mounds of pelts and blankets, his body pressed against his brothers' like a warm, squirming litter of wolf pups with Theon on the far side, sleep made it easy to forget the chill of night. But when Bran jostled him awake with a heel to his spleen as the younger boy scrambled over him to get out of bed and brave the privy, all Jon could do was groan in frustration. The space left by Bran's small, lithe body was quickly losing heat and Jon shivered. Robb, himself awakened by an elbow to his stomach, hissed to get Jon's attention.

"C'mere, Snow," Robb growled between clenched teeth. "It's damn cold!"

Jon started to argue. "But Bran --"

"Can sleep on the outside," Robb finished for him. "He left the bed."

"He's little," Jon protested weakly, even though he was already moving closer to his half-brother. Robb was warm and it was cold.

"He's big enough," Robb insisted as their bodies fit together, the cold slowly seeping away with the contact. Robb's arm slid over Jon's waist to pull him close and Jon sighed at the heat of Robb's body against his own, feeling his muscles ease where they had tensed against the cold. As he relaxed, he felt himself stirring and flushed, struggling to turn away from Robb to hide his young body's reaction. Robb's arm tightened and Jon tensed.

"Stark," Jon warned, but Robb didn't relent.

"S'all right," Rob whispered. "Don't move. Y-you'll let in the cold."

Jon paused, surprised, and before he could regain his senses, there was the slapping of feet against the stone floor, the only warning before Bran catapulted into bed, slamming into Jon's back and shoving him into Robb. For a moment, all Jon knew was the feel of Robb's own hardness pressed into him and the shame barely visible in Robb's bright blue eyes. Oh, Jon thought. Suddenly, turning over to face Bran and presenting Robb with his back seemed less appealing than it had.

"S-seven hells, Bran," Jon stammered to cover his reaction. "Your feet are cold!"

"Sorry," Bran mumbled, unrepentant, as he tucked his face into the back of Jon's shoulder, sliding his icy toes up Jon's calf, beneath the hem of his britches. Jon flinched, jerking away from the torture, and Robb gave him a pained look. Jon mouthed a sheepish, sincere, 'Sorry.'

"Where are your socks?" Jon growled to keep his mind on other things and Bran shrugged.

"Somewhere in the bed," the younger boy answered around a yawn. "Got hot an' kicked 'em off."

Got hot!? Jon thought. He deserves the outside of the bed! Jon himself usually slept on the outside - one, to keep young Bran away from the edge so he wouldn't fall off and two, to put as much space between himself and Theon Greyjoy as possible. He didn't like the way the other boy tried to remind Jon at every turn that he wasn't a real Stark. While he was pondering this, Robb pinched his side and he almost yelped, his hips jerking into Robb's and making him stifle a groan.

"Let him go back to sleep," Robb whispered, barely loud enough for Jon to hear. Jon could feel his face heating, though he wasn't sure if he was angered or relieved by Robb's clear meaning. Still, they were both in the same predicament, and in the dim light, he could tell that Robb was blushing too. That made him feel a little better.

It wasn't long before Bran dropped off into snores and Robb's hand pressed against Jon's lower back. Robb's hips rocked forward and it felt damn good, but Jon slipped a hand over Robb's side and put his mouth next to the boy's ear to whisper, "Don't wake Theon."

Robb nodded and his hand left Jon's back. Jon nearly panicked, thinking Robb meant to leave him in this state that was quickly becoming painful, but instead Robb reached between them, pushing open the laces on their breeches, and grasped them both together. His hand barely fit around both of them and he muttered, "Help me out, Snow."

Shakily, Jon brought his hand around and awkwardly tried to grasp where Robb couldn't. Their fingers collided, then tangled, and Jon ached with embarrassment. But then Robb's fingers twitched, just a little squeeze, and Jon forgot all about being embarrassed. Their movements together never did gain any finesse, but the excitement of being still and silent and the shared shame of their secret added what their technique lacked and it wasn't long before they were finished, sticky and panting against each other's mouths.

"Well, Stark," Jon whispered hoarsely as they wiped soiled hands against their breeches and surreptitiously retied the laces, "I'm a little warmer. You?"

Robb snorted, then snickered, and they both laughed until Bran and Theon woke and kicked them, complaining about being wakened. Jon and Robb shared a secret kind of smile as they apologized, then closed their eyes and found a warmer sleep than they had before.

Comments

[redcandle17.livejournal.com]

Lovely. I was mildly shocked by them doing it with Bran and Theon asleep in bed next to them, but then I remembered that privacy was a twentieth century development.

[mjules.livejournal.com]

*laughs* That, and they didn't have MUCH choice. But yes, privacy = nonexistent in their world. There's Jon and Ygritte under the blankets in the middle of camp, after all...

[blitzers.livejournal.com]

I know I'm late in commenting, but I just want to tell you how much I absolutely loved this. :)

[mjules.livejournal.com]

:) Better late than never, neh? I'm glad you liked it.

Fantastic

[(Anonymous)]

This was fantastic. I wish there was more ASOIAF fic out there...yours are my favourite pairings too, you write the ones I like ^.^
This was sweet and very hot and a little bit funny. Even if the author doesn't have this happen, I wonder how they really fared when their bodies were doing funny things like thisXD

[marycontraire.livejournal.com]

I absolutely love this! I'm massively disappointed that there isn't more fic about these two; hopefully that will change now that HBO has adapted it.