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The castle was quieter than Jace remembered from his youth. But in this case he didn’t mind. This day had brought quite enough excitement already. He knew that his mother had won today but after the fight at dinner for Jace it felt more like a failure. Not what he had imagined their return to King’s Landing to be. Luke had agreed with him on that point but he knew his little brother was troubled by so much more. Being the heir to driftmark frightened him so much. To some extent he understood. He himself was worried about his future role as Prince of Dragonstone. And his valyrian was still a mess. Nothing compared to the way his mother and stepfather spoke it. Probably even Aegon was better at this language than him.
Thinking about his uncle made his blood boil. He had actually been excited to see Aegon but the older prince had been on his worst behavior tonight. In truth he had always know about his reckless and insensitive nature but until tonight Jace himself had never been the but of the joke. It made him almost feel bad about all the times he had helped his uncle to tease Aemond. Almost. Because the one-eyed prince had shown his colors today as well so Jace really had little sympathy left for him.
He opened the door to the chamber, he had been given for his stay. The last time he had been here he had still slept in the same room as Luke but now he was almost a grown man, worthy of his own room. Another thing Jace was thankful for tonight. More silence.
The servants had not lit the candles yet so only the big fireplace and the moon brought any light to the room. It was enough for Jace to get ready for bed. In a few hours they would leave for Dragonstone so he wanted to get as much sleep as he could. He took off his belt and threw it towards the seating cushions. To his great surprise the cushion reacted.
“Hey”, a slightly drunk but familiar voice said. “That hurt!”
Jace froze and looked towards the voice. He was sitting in the darkness but there was still enough light for the young prince to be able to clearly identify Aegon sitting there with a bottle in his hand and a grin on his face. “What are you doing here?”, he asked as soon as his vocal cords had recovered enough from the shock to actually follow his commands. His voice was more screechy and less strict than he had aimed for. Aegon just smiled even wider and took a big sip before placing the bottle on the table and getting up. He was still dressed in the same clothes he had worn for dinner, only his gambeson was open revealing the white chemise underneath.
“How did you get here before me? We left the hall first?” He got a laughter as response. “Ohhh Jace”, Aegon started as soon as he was close enough for Jace to smell the wine. “Sneaking out of here is impossible, unless one knows the secret passage ways.” With another smirk he walked past the boy and placed himself on the bed. Jace closed his eyes in annoyance. Of course he would continue to torment him. It was Aegon after all and he had chosen Jace as his new target.
“Could you fetch me the bottle?”, Aegon asked. The younger man looked at him annoyed and shook his head. “Get it yourself.” Aegon fell back into the mattress. “Someone is grumpy I see. Although this time I am the one that has more right to be offended. The older prince had taken his dagger into his hand and played with it while talking. Not even looking at Jace he raised it over his head and let it dangle over his own face. Jace frowned now even more annoyed. “What is that supposed to mean? It was you that had it out for me tonight! Flirting with Baela right in front of me?” This time his voice came out just as angry as he intended.
Aegon got off the bed and stopped in front of him. Jace was a few centimeters taller but the way the prince looked at him with his dagger in the hand did force him to swallow. His uncle's features softened and turned into a grin again. “And you asked Helaena to dance. The question is: did you do it to embarrass me or to make me jealous?” Jace swallowed again and took a little step back. Aegon followed him, being even closer now.
With all the courage he was able to gather he answered: “Why would I want to make you jealous?” Aegon raised an eyebrow while looking deep into the boy’s eyes. Jace could feel himself tensing up, not in fear or anger this time. The violet eyes traveled down to Jace’s slightly parted lips before his uncle turned away and walked back to the bottle of wine. The young prince took a deep breath trying to collect himself.
Of course there was no need for Aegon to actually say it. They both knew what would bring him to this conclusion. They both knew what had happened in that brothel a few years ago. And it had been their secret for so long. At first Jace had not expected Aegon was actually able to keep it to himself and had braced himself that the whole court would find out that Prince Jacaerys had kissed a boy after he had caught his uncle in a sexual act with a male prostitute. But the older prince had proved him wrong and had supported his nephew in keeping it a secret. Of course he had teased him about it in private but to Jace this had felt like acceptance from Aegon so he hadn’t actually minded it. In fact he had been the only one that had never judged Jace for anything he had no control over. Not for being a bastard, not for liking men, not for having black hair. He had teased him about things he did and the things he said. He teased him about being weaker and his dragon being not as pretty as Sunfyre. Just as he had done with every other person in the Red Keep. Aegon had been incapable for not teasing the people around him. And it seemed he had carried this, to everyone’s frustration, into his adulthood.
Jace was still annoyed that his uncle would just assume he was attracted enough – or desperate enough – to try to make Aegon jealous. And it made him angry that a part of him had actually hoped dancing with Helaena would make him jealous.
Jace cleared his throat. “Would you please leave my chambers?” Aegon put down the bottle again and picked up the belt the prince had thrown at him before. Jace saw him biting his lip as he played with the buckle. “Now.”
This made Aegon look up. He let the belt fall and walked over to Jace, bottle in his hand this time. He was just as close as before and once again a cloud of wine stench hit the taller prince. But with that he also smelled something different, something almost sweet. Something Jace hadn’t smelled for years. “Are you sure?”, he asked. His voice was just a whisper vibrating against Jacaery’s chin.
“You are drunk.”
Aegon threw his head back laughing. “And you are not. A problem that we should really fix.” He handed him the bottle of wine but Jace refused. “I have no interest in getting drunk with you.” In response a smirk appeared on his lips. “I see you are trying to be a good boy.”
The way he said that made Jace angry and he took a step forward. The smirk of his uncle told him that he had done exactly what Aegon wanted. Their body’s touched and he could feel one of Aegon’s hands on his hip. “Would you please leave my chamber?”, he repeated his earlier request, more harshly this time. No response, only Aegon’s hand moved closer to his crotch. A part of him wanted to take a step back and tell the guards to kick him out but to his frustration a bigger part of him enjoyed the touch enough that he froze. “Fine, make me.”
“What?”
“I said fine. If you really want me to leave, make me.” With a wider smirk he leaned forward and whispered into Jace’s ear. “Because I don’t think you really want me to go.” He swallowed again feeling pressure building in his pants as he took in more of Aegon’s scent.
Then he finally had found the strength to take a step back. “I am betrothed”, he said breathlessly. Aegon raised an eyebrow. “I know. And I am married. I just fail to see the relevance here.”
In this moment he was actually thankful to Aegon for reminding him what a jerk his uncle actually was. It helped him to forget the touch and the smell. “Baela trusts me. I will not betray her like this.” This made Aegon laugh.
“Jace, you are getting married not taking the black. Do you really think little Baela would keep you satisfied for long?” He came a step closer but Jace held out a hand to stop him. Aegon reacted immediately, taking a small step back again.
“That is not the point.”
Aegon threw his head back laughing. “You can’t even deny it.”
“And what about Helaena?”
The laugh stopped and he looked at Jace confused. “What about Helaena?” Jace did not answer. Aegon rolled his eyes and let his body fall on the bed. “My wife could not care less who I fuck. And believe me she is not as faithful as you think.” For a second his body froze as if he had just said something he should not have, then he started to laugh like a maniac. Jace came closer and sat down next to him, taking the bottle out his hand. “What do you mean?”
Aegon looked at him, still laying down. Jacaerys did take a small sip while listening to the answer. “Have you really not seen the way Aemond tried to murder you with his glare when the two of you danced? He has been into her for years. They think I don’t know but in truth I just don’t care.” Jace straightened himself and took another sip. This was indeed a very interesting piece of information his uncle was sharing. “What about the children?” Aegon shrugged and took the bottle back. “How should I know?” He sat up and took a sip, looking into Jace’s eyes. “Look, I was fifteen when we got married and had no interest in being a husband or father. So I did my duty, she eventually got pregnant and the twins came out looking like me. Mother was happy and I had a few weeks of peace. Who cares what the truth is?”
Jace looked at his fingers. He had never looked at it that way. He had kind of just assumed Aegon would have felt some kind of responsibility over his wife and her honor. But the way he explained it made almost sense. It was no secret that the prince had always cared more about amusement than duty.
“And Aemond? Aren’t you scared he will use it against you one day?” Aegon fell back into the mattress. “He loves Hel. He would never do anything that could hurt her.” Jace lay down next to him. “Do you love her?” It took him a while to respond. “She is my sister and my wife. There will always be love between us. Do you love Baela?”
Baela. Baela! He had almost forgotten about his own fiance. Jace got off the bed and looked at Aegon remembering why he had pushed him away in the first place. Why he needed to leave. Why this was wrong. “I do.” That was a lie. “And you should go.” Aegon got up, put the bottle on the nightstand and stepped in front of his nephew. “Make me.”
Before Aegon could react Jace had grabbed the other prince’s dagger and put it to his throat pushing him towards the door. Aegon let him, still with a wide smirk on his face. When they reached the door he grabbed Jace’s wrist and twisted it so that the dagger fell to the floor. The sound of metal hitting the floor was interrupted by the sound of a body being pressed against the big wooden door. No longer able to hold back Jace had pressed his lips against Aegon’s. The older boy didn’t take long to reciprocate the kiss and deepen it. Hands searched for buttons and fabric until both of their gambesons had joined the dagger on the floor. Only a thin layer of linen stopped their chests from touching as Jace pulled Aegon’s body closer to his. The silver haired prince smiled into the kiss, his own hands finding the lacing on the other one's trousers.
Jace stopped the kiss and put his forehead against Aegon’s. Both trying to catch their breaths while breathing the same air. “You know I wasn’t joking before. I really do need to know if you know where to put it, in principle at least.” Jace let go of him and moved away. It was typical that even now Aegon needed to tease him. A second ago all he could think about was how good he tasted and how amazing his touches felt and now once again he was just annoyed. “Why do you have to ruin everything?”, he asked and walked over to the wine bottle. Aegon waited a few moments before following him. “Jace, are you a maid?”, he asked instead of apologizing and looked him up and down.
Suddenly the younger prince felt naked. Aegon was looking right through him reading every fear as if it was written on his face. “I have done…stuff.” Aegon came closer, putting his hands on Jace’s chest. “Stuff?” His lips almost touched his chin. “Has anyone ever kissed you here?” He put his lips against the prince's neck and lightly bit his skin. Then he moved to Jace’s ear. “Has anyone ever touched you here?” His hand softly touched his crotch, forcing a moan from the prince’s throat. “Have you ever touched someone's cock? Or kissed it? Has anyone ever kissed yours?” He moved to the other ear and his hands grabbed Jace’s ass. “Have you ever put your cock into someone?”
Jace wanted to answer but all that his vocal cords could produce right now was a weak: “Aegon…” The older one smiled, satisfied with what he had found out. He pushed him onto the bed and kneeled down. “Don’t worry. I will show you, little prince.” Before Jace could protest Aegon had undone the lacing and pushed the trousers down to free Jace’s already hard cock. His gaze was fixed on Jace, not breaking eye contact even as his lips started touching the tip of the cock. Slowly he took more and more into his mouth until it was Jace that needed to break eye contact, throwing his head back as short breaths and moans left his throat. He had no idea it could feel this good. He had relieved himself before when the pressure got too much but being sucked on like this was not comparable. Jace's hand found Aegon’s hair and pushed him gently closer. He opened his eyes again, finding Aegon’s gaze still fixed on him, as if he wanted to see exactly what his touches did to him.
Then Aegon let go, saliva still connecting his lips with the cock. Jace pulled him up and started kissing him. As their kiss deepened they fell onto the bed, Aegon on top. With more eagerness than expected Jace removed Aegon’s shirt and started to explore his skin with his hands. He was more muscular than Jace had expected. Of course he knew that as prince he was forced to train but he had expected that all the alcohol had left him with some floppy bits. But no, it was as if the prince had been sculpted by the gods. Jace stopped the kiss and rolled them over. Even Aegon seemed impressed how easily and well he had managed that. Now with him on top and in control he could take a look at his uncle’s chest. A smirk appeared on the swollen lips. “Like what you see, little prince?”, he teased while pulling Jace back down to renew their kiss.
Jace hated to admit it but Aegon was by far the most beautiful person he had ever seen. The valerian beauty his silver hair and violet eyes gave him combined with the soft features he had gotten from his mother and the huge smile that seemed like sunshine the few times it appeared instead of the amused smirk. No wonder Aegon’s dragon was Sunfyre. Both rider and dragon were the most beautiful alive.
The only difference was that Aegon did not care about his looks. His hair was greasy, his clothes dirty and his breath smelly. Somehow right now Jace did not mind. Tasting him and feeling him was the most amazing thing he had ever experienced in his young life. He stopped the kiss to remove all of his remaining clothing. Aegon had sat up a little and watched him. Jace stopped and raised an eyebrow. The older prince bit his lower lip before laughing a little. “You are all grown up.” For a second he could see Aegon overthinking his next words before he added with a wide smirk. “Grown and strong.”
If it had been anyone else, Jace would have been offended. If it had been in public, Jace would have been offended. But it was Aegon and they were alone. So all he did was grab his wrist and push him back into the mattress and pinning him down. “Very strong”, he said, his eyes focused on Aegon’s. Both knew that in truth Aegon could easily take him, even if he was the smaller one by now. But by now it was clear to Jace that he actually enjoyed being physically dominated by his nephew. And Jace loved feeling in control, even when in truth Aegon was the one leading this little game.
“So what now?”, the silver haired prince asked, flicking his tongue while slowly grinding his hips against Jace’s. That little move made it really hard for the young prince to do anything but moan. Aegon himself seemed to lose control over his body, not that he had had a lot in the first place. Jace let go of his uncle’s wrists and set up, starting to undo Aegon’s laces. He wanted to feel and see all of him and he wanted that now. The silver haired boy did not disapprove of this new plan but made no efforts to help either. It took Jace longer than he wanted to get the breeches completely off of Aegon. At least with the shoes the prince actually helped.
Now both completely naked Jace looked at him once again, feeling a strong desire to touch Aegon raised inside of him. His hands moved down to Aegon’s cock and explored it, taking notice which touches made the older prince moan louder. When Jace was satisfied with his explorations he leaned back down for another passionate kiss. This time he was more adventurous and started to chew on the other’s bottom lip. Aegon seemed to like this, at least did he pull Jace’s body closer to his. Then he felt the Targaryen winze a little and tasted blood. Immediately he let the lip go. “I am sorry”, he whispered, seeing what his too eager bite had done. Aegon brushed the blood off with his thumb and laughed. “I did not think you had it in you”, he said seemingly more pleased than upset. Jace leaned back down, so that their faces were close again. To his surprise Aegon raised a hand and let it glide through the brown thick hair on the prince’s head. “So Jace, I ask once again: Do you know where to put it?” It took a few moments for Jace to fully understand the meaning of this sentence. Once he did he raised himself up looking at Aegon with wide eyes. “You want me to?” A loud laughter filled the room. It took a few moments for Aegon to form a proper sentence again. “If I wanted to put my cock in someone I would have visited my wife or your betrothed”, he stated as if that was the most obvious thing in the world. Jace still looked at him shocked. After another laughter he said: “You do know that we have holes too, don’t you?”
Jace seemed to get nervous. “I don’t want to hurt you.” Aegon took and exhausted breath and raised himself up. Before Jace could object he had started kissing the younger ones neck. Gently first but steadily increased the pressure of his sucking until he could feel Jace starting to shake and whine a little. Softly he traced with his hands along the prince’s side to calm him but did not stop the work on the neck. The whines turned into short aroused breaths. Only now did Aegon let go and smiled at him. The sucking had left it’s mark, a nice side effect but not what he had been aiming for. “You see little prince? Pain isn’t always bad.” Softly he fell back into the mattress. “And my body has taken bigger ones already.”
Jace watched him, trying to process what he had just learned. But Aegon seemed to get impatient. He raised himself up again and looked deep into the brown eyes. “Show me that Targaryen fire and fuck me as hard as you can Prince Jacaerys”, he said before biting Jace’s lip, making him bleed as well. If that was encouragement or revenge was not clear. But whatever the intent it worked. Jace pushed him back down. With a grin Aegon helped him find his way inside him, a whimper escaping his lips as Jace spread him open. Slowly he pulled out a little just to push into him again with more force this time. Aegon bit his lip and Jace himself started to lose control of the noises escaping his mouth. Feeling the prince's mouth around his cock had felt amazing but now feeling his tightness was more exhilarating than he had ever dared to imagine. He repeated the move, finally fitting all of him inside Aegon. The older one took his hands and placed them on his own hips forming the word “faster” with his lips. Jace understood. He grabbed onto the hips and pulled him closer with the next thrust.
It did not take long for both of them to turn into a moaning mess having completely lost control of their bodies. Never before had Jace felt anything like this. Finally he could understand the noises he sometimes heard coming out of his mother’s bed chamber. And he understood what Aegon meant by Beala not being able to satisfy him for long. To no fault of her own his finance did not tempt him the way Aegon’s body did.
He tries to kiss Aegon, needing to taste him again and the older boy reciprocates, even if their current movement made it hard to keep their lips together for longer than a second at a time. Then Aegon’s moans got louder and more irregular. Jace could basically watch him fall apart under him. And by the god’s never had he watched anything more beautiful. He felt something warm and sticky against his stomach and it took him a few moments to understand it was Aegon cuming on his own stomach. Only a second later Jace hit his own relief and spilled into him. The movements of both boys calmed until they completely stopped and the only noise filling the room was their short breaths. Aegon was the first to gather enough breath for some words. “You are a natural. I did not think you could make me cum before you. Especially after the cocksucking I gave you.” A proud smile formed on Jace’s lips. This was as weird a compliment as one could expect from Aegon Targaryen. But it was honest and that was something he could truly appreciate. He pulled out and fell into the mattress next to Aegon, still too breathless to say something.
After a few moments the older one got up and tried to get off the bed. Jace sat up asking: “Where are you going?” Aegon looked at him, a little surprise in his eyes and pulled him into a gentle but deep kiss. “I didn’t expect you to be still awake”, he confessed. “So you wanted to sneak out without saying goodbye?” Jace was a little surprised at his neediness. Aegon on the other hand seemed to find it cute. He pushed another small kiss on the younger one’s lips and asked: “Wanna go another round?” Jace shook his head slowly. He was way too tired for that but he also did not want to disappoint his uncle. Aegon let out a soft laugh. “Then sleep, little prince.” Brown eyes still fixed on the Targaryen he swallowed. The last thing he wanted was for Aegon to go but something stopped him from saying that. “We are leaving before sunrise”, he said instead. The older one nodded and got up. “I know. So sleep.”
Jace closed his eyes. Would he really make him beg? “Aegon…what about you?” His voice was weaker than he had planned. “My night has just begun”, he answered, pulling up his breaches. "After this day I need another drink. And something stronger than the piss they call wine here.” He looked at Jace, finally understanding what all these questions meant. He stopped his doing for a moment and looked at the younger prince. Without saying anything he sat down on the bed and pulled Jace into a long kiss. “Fly safely, Jace.” Then he got up again and gathered up his things. Jace did not have it in him to ask Aegon again, so he just watched him disappear into the darkness.