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Aegon needed more wine.
The feast came to an end way quicker than he believed it would. He knew it would be awful and that nobody except the king wanted to be there. It's hard to imagine the atmosphere getting more hostile, but it did, somehow. After Aemond's speech and the fight that started as a result, Aegon felt that the tension made it hard to fully fill his lungs with air. Fortunately, his magnanimous father said it was time to end the night and everyone got escorted to their own quarters.
Aegon took a deep breath when the door closed behind him. Well, that was truly a shit show. First thing he did was pour himself a cup of wine that he necked in one go right away. He took of his jewellery, tossing it somewhere on the table, and his tunic, which landed somewhere behind the table. He laughed when he couldn't put his second arm in the sleeve of his white shirt, spinning around in the process. When he finally managed to do it, he came back to the table. He was tired, but not enough to go to sleep.
The handle of his chamber's door clicked and the door was pushed.
"I do not wish to be disturbed right now." He said loudly, filling the cup with wine again. He didn't lift his head, thinking it was just a servant coming with an offer to prepare a bath. He wasn't interested.
He was indifferent, until he heard fast steps approaching him. "What-" He didn't have time to react as he felt the cup flying from his hand and hitting the floor with a loud bang, his back painfully bumping into the cold wall with a thud. There was pressure on his neck. Subconsciously he grabbed the hand causing it. Only then he registered what was happening. He was met with two blown-out brown eyes. Anger was dancing inside of them, burning, almost spilling out. Aegon was about to speak up, but Jace beat him to it before he caught his breath after the wave of pain caused by the impact left his body.
"Do you think you're above everyone else, uncle?" He almost hissed through his teeth. "Hm? Do you think you have the right to speak to my betrothed like that?" Oh. Aegon's brain, foggy from all the wine he has drunk tonight (too much but yet, not enough, it seems), started working. Memories of the feast that he already started to forget, now coming to the surface. He spoke many indecent things tonight. "To humiliate her like that?" Jace continued. "To humiliate me?!" Aegon felt the hand on his neck pushing with more force. All he could do is grab Jace's wrist harder. There was no real chances for gaining the upper hand in this situation. He was caught off guard, drunk and no match for a fight with his well-trained nephew. But after the chiding he received, at least he remembered what Jace was talking about.
There weren't many options for what to do next in this situation for him to choose from. So, Aegon just laughed. Jace frowned, a little taken aback. "Oh I didn't know it would make you that angry, nephew." His eyes studied his opponent's face for a moment. A very angry man. Aegon bit his lip to stop himself from smiling. "But you know what they say." He clicked his tongue. "The greater the truth, the greater the libel."
Jace tilted his head to the side. Outside of quickened breaths, it was quite for a moment.
Jace broke the silence. "You care so much about the truth, Egg?" Aegon's eyes fluttered after hearing the nickname. No one calls him that anymore. Something different about his voice now, too. Aegon couldn't put his finger on it. "I didn't take you for a righteous man."
Aegon opened his mouth, a stupid joke almost slipping through. Jace was faster again. "Well, you told Baela to come to you if she wants to be well satisfied." He grabbed Aegon's groin. Firm hand squeezing it. Hard. No subtlety. Aegon squirmed at the touch. He was taken by suprise, a whine escaped past his open mouth. "We'll see how much truth lies in those words."
Aegon took a shaky breath. "Woah, woah, woah, nephew. There's no need for anger. I was just trying to give her some hope, something to look forward to in the time of need." Jace clenched Aegon's crutch again and the latter squeezed his eyes tight. He saw white stars dancing on the back of his eyelids. Aegon never knows when to shut up. Or maybe he knows, he just doesn't want to.
"Does your filthy mouth do something that's worth the man's time, or are you only good at annoying people?"
Dear gods. He felt himself getting aroused at the words. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the touch-starvation, or maybe he finds this situation and the man in front of him extremely hot.
Has he thought about it before? About his nephew in this way? Not really. Maybe in passing. He liked women. He loved having sex with women. However, he did some stuff with men in the brothels as well (he spends lots of time there, it gets boring sometimes). He enjoyed it. He didn't think about it much. He sees an attractive man, he can acknowledge it. And he can do something about it, make them satisfy him. His mother would have a seizure if she knew, he thinks.
Jacaerys is an attractive man. There's no denying that. His mother likes to say him and his brothers have plain features. Aegon understands what she's saying and where she's coming from, but he doesn't agree. Not completely. Yes, Jace doesn't have silver hair nor violet eyes. But he's not plain. All his edges stronger than Aegon's. Jaw, nose, shoulders. His body toned, muscular, unlike Aegon's. But his lips look soft, plump. His curls look delicate to touch, gently outlining his face. The determined, raw look in his pretty brown eyes. There's nothing plain about him.
"Mayhaps. Depends on who's the man and what he usually does with his time." Aegon licked his lips. "And you shouldn't be calling people annoying to their face, it's rude. Unfit for a prince." Aegon twitched his hips forward, searching for any type of friction. His body's instincts taking control.
He was pathetic. He knew that. But he would not pass on any sexual activity. He has a problem. He knows it. But he's way past the point of caring. There's not much honour left in him. But right in that moment it didn't matter. Nothing mattered, actually, as the blood in his brain started going south.
Jace let go of his groin, to Aegon's displeasure. His face got closer to Aegon's. "You think I am rude, my prince?" He said, almost into his mouth. Aegon could taste the poison in his words. "You really think that?" Their lips brushed slightly. Aegon wanted to chase the fleeting touch, desperate to feel something. Jace looked into his eyes, unmoving, focued. Aegon felt small suddenly. Gods. "Fine, let me show you rude." Aegon felt his back being pulled away from the wall, the hands keeping him against it now resting on his shoulders and pushing him down harshly until he landed on his knees. Aegon scowled at the sudden contact with the floor. His knees swallowed by pain. He wanted to say something but, surprisingly, he didn't know what. Maybe he should argue and protest knowing what's about to happen. Maybe he should fight back and scream. Maybe someone would hear him and come to his rescue. Maybe. But he couldn't. And he didn't want to.
All he could do was stare up at Jace when he undo the belt and the laces in his trousers. He was trembling with anticipation, or maybe it was the alcohol making his muscles three times more tired. Or both.
Only after Jace lowered his breeches and looked down at him, their eyes meeting for a second, he let himself look at what was in front of him. Jace's flushed cock, the tip glistening. Bigger than Aegon expected. He was looking at it, his body still, mind racing. Many thoughts, not one of them coherent.
"Go on, Egg. Show me. Satisfy me." Aegon moved closer and looked up again. Jace's eyes were fixated on him. Aegon weted his lips with his tongue. "Or are you just all talk?"
Aegon wanted to bicker, that's what he always did. But he knew Jace was just egging on him. And truth be told, in that moment Aegon just wanted to be complaint. Something about Jace's demeanor really turned him on. He wanted to show him what real pleasure feels like. He wanted to be good.
So he opened his mouth, took the tip of his dick between his lips and sucked. Jace took a sharp breath.
Aegon sucked a dick once before, just to try it. He doesn't hold any particular feelings against it nor in favour of it. It was just an experience he wanted to have. But the situation he currently found himself in, he really wished he had more experience in the field. Be that as it may, he was a frequent receiver and he would try to mirror everything he liked most on Jace.
So, he started to work his tongue around the shaft, taking more of Jace's length into the warmth of his mouth. His tongue moved lazily, slowly. He wanted to take his time. Jacearys, however, had different plans. Apparently, the slow tempo wasn't something he came here for. He grabbed the silver strands of hair at the back of Aegon's head and thrusted into his mouth without any warning, hitting the back of his throat. Aegon choked, Jace didn't care. He moved his hips again. Aegon groaned and grabbed Jace's thighs to steady himself. He didn't trust his own knees in that moment.
Another thrust. It took everything in Aegon not to gag. He squeezed the skin under his fingers. He felt his eyes burn. Tears making his vision blurry when he looked up. Jace hasn't stopped looking at him.
"I know you can take it." His free hand combed through Aegon's hair and put a strand behind his ear. A touch so tender, so out of place, it made Aegon's body feel warm and tingly. "Take it, for me."
And Aegon couldn't say no even if he wanted to. Not when Jace looked at him with craving in his eyes. He started moving his tongue again, pressing on and sucking his cock. He wanted his every movement to matter, he had something to prove. And when he heard Jace moan above him, he felt even more motivation. Jace pushed his hips forward, his dick hitting Aegon's throat again. He moaned around it, digging his nails into Jace's skin. He adjusted himself on the floor and felt how painfully hard he was himself. However, he didn't have time to dwell on it because Jace started to fuck his mouth at a relentless pace. He felt spit gathering in his mouth. He couldn't swallow as he wasn't able to fully control what was happening to his face anymore. Soon he was drooling all over his chin. His throat getting abused more and more with every thrust. But he had to take it. He needed to take it.
"Yes, exactly like that." Jace groand. "Your pretty mouth was made for this. For me to fuck it. Gods. So good." Aegon moaned hearing the words of praise. He really tried to stop the tears from falling, but with Jace's callous movemens, he couldn't anymore. He closed his eyes and the tears spilled. And they just kept going, wetting his face. He opened his eyes and looked up when he felt Jace's touch on his cheek. The Strong boy stroked his thumb right under his eye, drew it close to his own mouth and licked it. Aegon almost came untouched in his pants just by having his eyes blessed with that sight.
He felt Jace's muscles tense up. He tilted his head back and Aegon closed his eyes. Seconds later, he left his hot release in his mouth. He pushed back and turned to the side to cough. He wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt as well as he could and turned back to look at Jace again. Brown eyes already looking back at him. They stared at each other for a good minute in complete silence.
"I-" He cleared his throat. "I can't-" And again. His body was tired. His knees sore, his legs stiff and he was still drunk. His voice was hoarse, as was to be expected. "Help me up. Please." Asking the prince in front of him that, felt somehow humiliating (absurdly, thinking of his current position), but probably not as much as crawling on all fours to the nearest chair would be.
But Jace didn't say anything. He pulled up his pants quickly, grabbed him under his arms and lifted him up. Aegon made a wry face. Firstly, because of the pain in his legs. Secondly, because his back was again touching the cold wall. Thirdly, because he was reminded of his untouched erection.
The last issue must have been on Jace's mind, too, because he put his knee between his legs and pressed his leg to his crutch. Aegon whined throwing his head back. Jace took that as an invite and slid his teeth across the side of his neck, then biting down. Not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to leave a bruise. Aegon's head was spinning again. He felt hot hands grabbing his waist firmny under the shirt he didn't bother to button up while changing.
"Now," he heard low voice in his ear, "satisfy yourself." Jace kissed the skin under his ear.
"Couldn't you-"
"No." Jace cut him off. He leaned back to look at the Targaryen boy. "Do it yourself." He pressed his thigh harder into his groin. Aegon cried in frustration. Bastard. Deep down he knew he just wanted to humiliate him. But he didn't have energy to argue. Besides, he wasn't sure if he even could make Jace touch him. He didn't know if he had any leverage here and he wasn't willing to lose the warm touch of other human. If riding his thigh was all he gets, he would make the most out of it.
And he did. He adjusted himself to a position that allowed him to get the most friction and started moving his hips. He put his hands on Jace's shoulders and pulled him closer. He started standing up and down on his tiptoes to get a better angle. He was panting quietly, while Jace moved his hands and drew circles with his thumbs on the skin of his waist, hips and belly. His mouth leaving kisses on his neck, collarbones and jaw, behind his ear and on the chin. Sometimes hovering dangerously close to his lips, but never committing. A ghostly touch that neither of them wanted to bring to the world of the living.
"You're really pretty when you're desperate." Jace whispered to his ear. Aegon moaned and tangled his fingers into dark curls. "I see how much you want to come. That's almost pathetic." Aegon squeezed his fist and pulled on his hair. Jace laughed. "I think it's a good look on you, my prince." Aegon whined and started rocking his hips more frantically.
"Jace..."
"I know. You can do it. Be good and come for me."
That tipped the scales. Aegon felt the pool of warmth in his belly resolve. He clutched onto Jace when he reached his high, moaning and mewling something incoherent. He rested his forehead on Jace's shoulder and the man was generous enough to not move right away and give him a moment to compose himself.
He smelled like salt, while Aegon smelled like sugar. Their scents mixed in the heat between their bodies, making Aegon's senses overwhelmed with how much he liked it.
Jace pulled back a little, making Aegon raise his head and then he stepped back completely and started to fix the laces and the belt in his trousers properly. Aegon just stared at him thinking about his own pants and the fact that he would need that bath after all.
Jace combed his hair looking at Aegon in silence. He licked his lips, turned around without saying a word and started walking in the direction of the door.
Just like that? Aegon couldn't allow that. He needed something. Not knowing what he expected, he asked,
"Was it good?" Was I good?
Jace stopped and turned around. "Hm," He looked him up and down. "Good enough." He smoothed down his curls one last time before turning back towards the door. He grabbed the handle but hasitated. He spoke again. "I'll make you practice." Aegon opened his mouth, but before he could respond, Jace left his chambers.
Aegon really needed that wine now.