Pairing: Jon Snow (Game of Thrones) / Blaine Anderson (Glee)
Summary: At a brothel in Mole’s Town, Jon Snow uses a loophole in his vows to rethink his stance on whoring. Namely, whores named Blaine, with soft curly hair and a smile to light up the darkness of the Wall.
Author’s Note: I’m posting this as I write it! Because we need Blaine Snow. Disclaimer, I have only read the first two ASOIAF novels, so consider this AU from whatever may happen in the ‘verse after that point.
It’s an unspoken gift, an allowance on the anniversary of the Brothers’ first year on the Wall. If they can survive a year without deserting and heading south, they deserve a “temporary leave of absence from their Vows” as Mormont describes it with a cough into his fist and a vague glance to the road. Which, as it happens, is how Jon Snow finds himself sitting in a brothel in Mole’s Town, nursing a tankard of ale by himself as his brothers laugh drunkenly with whores on their laps. The sounds of sex can be heard from upstairs, and it makes him flush with embarrassment.
The next little bit!
probably two more parts after this one, woop woop!
Jon doesn’t know what to do with his hands. His lips, it seems, are acting of their own volition as they move under Blaine’s guidance, but his hands flail wildly for a moment before settling on the warm expanse of Blaine’s back. He’s slightly sweaty, Jon notes as he digs his fingers in, feels the heated skin under his palms.
He moans, the shock of the noise causing Jon to part his lips on a gasp. Blaine chases the air with his tongue, which dances against Jon’s own before sliding slick against the roof of Jon’s mouth. The sensation sends a rush, a thrill that ricochets through Jon’s body like lightning and settles deep in the pit of his stomach. Jon pulls away, panting, trying desperately to catch his breath even as Blaine begins to run his lips along the tender skin at Jon’s jaw.
His skin feels like its on fire, his body warmer than it has been these last twelve months on the Wall. No fire could heat his bones but all it takes isBlaine’s mouth and suddenly he’s a beacon of summer in the middle of winter.
Blaine reaches the juncture of Jon’s neck and shoulder, and he teases the skin, sends teeth out to bite before soothing the aggression with gentle flicks of his tongue. They have Jon squirming, twisting his neck to give Blaine a better angle, but he can only reach so far with the heavy winter clothing in the way.
“Let’s get you out of these furs, hm?” Blaine asks, as if reading his mind. He sends deft fingers to toy at the clasps of Jon’s hood. “It’s plenty warm in here without them.”
“I’ve never done this before,” Jon says as Blaine slides the coat to the floor and runs his hands— warm, so warm and large— across the hard planes of Jon’s chest. He’s not sure why he says it, but he feels likeBlaineshould at least know what he’s getting into.
Blaine’s hands pause briefly before he moves them to Jon’s breeches. “Lie with a man?”
“Lie with anyone,” he clarifies. Jon places his hands on top ofBlaine’s, stilling them. “I’ve never—“
“I’m sure you’ll be fine,” Blaine says, batting away Jon’s hands in his continued quest to rid Jon of his breeches. “If you’re half as good at fucking as you are at defending the Wall, I’m sure you’ll get your money’s worth. You have a rather impressive weapon.”
Jon nods. “Yes, it’s Valyrian steel, given to me by my Lord Commander. He named it L-”
Blaine’s chuckle cuts him off, and Jon frowns. “I hardly see what is so funny,” Jon says, pout ready on his lips.
Blaine just grins, sticks his tongue through his teeth as he undoes the final lace and pushes Jon’s pants to the ground. “I wasn’t talking about the sword.”