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Davos shifted nervously in his seat. He still found the change from spending his life evading royal ships to suddenly dining at a royal feast to be intensely jarring. He felt out of place at the king's table, seated beside the king's brother.
It was strange to think of Stannis as the king's brother. In the year he'd known the young lord, Stannis Baratheon had never acted the way Davos expected a highborn boy to act. He was grounded and honest, he dressed plainly, and he shied away from extravagant parties.
Stannis's older brother, on the other hand, was exactly the kind of man Davos pictured when he thought of a nobleman. Pompous, loud, and fond of eating and drinking long into the night.
Robert was using some high lord's name day as an excuse to hold an extravagant feast, and Stannis was obligated to attend.
By the time the sun set and the party was getting louder and wilder, Davos began to regret his decision to come along. He glanced to his left and saw Stannis pinching the bridge of his nose with his eyes screwed shut, seemingly wishing he had just shirked his duties for once.
They were close enough to the head of the table to hear the king flirting with the serving girls, the queen gossiping with a small circle of noble ladies, and the Hand of the King engaging in a debate about Essosi politics with the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard.
"No one here who you would consider a friend, my lord?" Davos asked gently, trying to ease Stannis's obvious stress and misery in any way he could.
Stannis shook his head. "They all hate me," he spat, low enough that only Davos could hear.
"Why would they hate you?" In Davos's mind, Stannis was perfectly loveable. He couldn't imagine how anyone who'd known the man for any length of time could think anything else.
"They just always have." Stannis stared down at his untouched plate of food, avoiding eye contact with the rest of the table.
It made Davos frown, seeing a young man like Stannis already so used to being judged and rejected by everyone around him.
The only other person who even seemed to notice Stannis's poor mood was King Robert, who yelled across the table "Stannis, what're you making that face for? We've got wine, women, and good company! You should partake in some of it, brother."
"No, thank you," Stannis replied. "I'm doing perfectly fine."
Robert laughed, and many of the guests followed suit. "Alright, be as lonely as you like. At least have some of the wine."
"I don't drink."
"You do if I say so," Robert insisted, filling a glass to the brim with wine and handing it to a serving girl, who placed it in front of Stannis. "It's a fine Arbor red, brother. Have a drink, tell me how you like it."
Davos watched, feeling uneasy at the way everyone stared at Stannis as he took a reluctant sip of the wine.
He managed to swallow it, but couldn't keep himself from gagging and coughing. "Tastes like a wet dog," he sputtered out.
Roaring with laughter, Robert hollered "oh, come on! You can drink more than that!"
Stannis stared over at his brother, finding no signs that Robert was anything but serious. He raised the cup to his lips and took another sip, struggling to keep himself from spitting it up.
"Quit acting like such a girl," Robert barked. "Just finish the damn thing!"
Davos had to look away as Stannis took a deep breath and forced himself to chug the rest of the glass all in one go.
The men cheered at the sight of the empty glass slamming back onto the table.
King Robert clapped, seeming pleased. "Maybe now you'll lighten up a bit. Let's get you another glass just to be sure!"
The serving girl poured Stannis another glass, Robert returned to a conversation with some high lord, and everyone's eyes shifted away from Stannis.
Davos expected the young lord to breathe a sigh of relief, but instead he only stared at his refilled glass.
"You don't have to finish it," Davos remarked gently.
Stannis clenched his jaw. "I do. It wouldn't be right of me to disobey Robert at his own table."
The idea of not being able to question one's own brother seemed like a profoundly suffocating existence to Davos, but he didn't dare say so.
"Try and drink slowly, my lord," he advised. "It might take a while for you to start feeling drunk, but it'll hit you hard when it hits."
Stannis only nodded and took a long, drawn-out sip of his wine. "I'll try and just go to bed as soon as possible anyway."
The party raged on, with the lords and ladies ignoring Stannis and Davos. Only Robert even looked their way, to get a glimpse of how his brother was handling the wine.
The king seemed to find it hilarious how flushed and red Stannis got as he slowly finished his glass. By the time it was empty, Davos was afraid his lord would collapse or throw up.
Pushing the cup away from him, Stannis groaned. "Oh, my head..." His eyes shut tightly. "I hate this."
"Bring the man another drink!" Robert bellowed, laughing at his little brother's expense.
Another serving girl filled Stannis's glass again, and Stannis dutifully sipped on it for a few more minutes.
Davos ignored the rest of the table, only able to focus on his concern for Stannis, who was now swaying slightly in his seat.
"You should stop," he urged, one hand on Stannis's shoulder.
The young lord shook his head, raised the half-empty glass in his right hand, and muttered "let's toast."
Davos raised his wine glass as well. "To what, my lord?"
"To finally getting out of here." With that, Stannis downed the rest of his wine and discarded the glass on the table.
"Cheers to that," Davos laughed. He finished his glass as well, and rose to his feet when Stannis did.
They left the hall together, with Stannis stumbling over his own feet the whole way. Robert didn't stop them.
Once they were out of sight, Davos put one arm around Stannis's waist and held the young lord's body against his, guiding him slowly up the stairs.
"I can walk," Stannis protested, but he leaned on Davos anyway.
By the time they reached Stannis's chambers, Davos could hear his lord's heavy breaths and feel the sweat that covered his body. Stannis was completely drunk, a rare sight that made the usually stoic young man seem almost vulnerable. With gentle guidance, he helped Stannis into the room and onto the bed.
Davos hovered, unsure if he should stay or leave. Stannis lay sprawled on the bed, his face flushed and his eyes glazed over. Davos knew that Stannis was not one to indulge in drink, and his lack of tolerance was clear.
Suddenly, Stannis sat upright and grabbed Davos by the wrist, his grip surprisingly firm for a man in his state. "You're a good man, Davos. You're... you're always there when I need you." He leaned closer, his eyes locking onto Davos's with a strange intensity.
The touch made Davos's heart race, but he kept his composure. He had never seen Stannis be this open and unguarded. "Thank you, my lord," he murmured, his voice low and steady.
Stannis's hand slipped from his wrist to the front of Davos's shirt, pulling him closer until their faces were inches apart. The heat of Stannis's breath on his skin made him feel like he was standing too close to a roaring fire.
"You're so good to me," Stannis said, his voice full of affection. Then, without any warning, his mouth was on Davos's, kissing him deeply.
He pulled away just as quickly, leaving Davos stunned. Stannis planted clumsy kisses all along Davos's neck and cheek while he muttered "so good to me, always so good to me..."
Davos felt his face getting hot. His body responded in other ways too, but he tried his best to ignore that. "My lord," he protested, but Stannis's insistent mouth was already back on his, kissing him harder than before.
Stannis's hands roamed over Davos's chest and up to his neck, tangling in his hair. He tasted like wine, and it made Davos's head spin in a way he hadn't anticipated. The smell of him, the feel of him, it was all making Davos feel even more intoxicated than he already was.
"I want you to share my bed tonight," Stannis whispered thickly, his hands roaming downwards, drawing closer to Davos's hard-on.
Davos swallowed hard, his resolve wavering. "You're not thinking clearly. You don't know what you're doing," he objected weakly, his body betraying him with every touch from Stannis.
Stannis didn't seem to care. He pushed Davos down onto the bed and moved to straddle him. "I know I want you to fuck me. Make me feel good," he slurred, his eyes full of a passionate haze.
His bold advances left Davos unable to even string another sentence together. He couldn't resist the way Stannis rocked his hips against his own, the friction sending sparks of desire all through his body.
"Please, please fuck me," Stannis pleaded as he grinded his clothed erection against Davos. "I want to know how it feels. I want your cock in me, I need it."
Davos felt a powerful rush of arousal that washed away any last bits of hesitation. He was drunk, and Stannis was drunker, but in that moment, it didn't matter. His hands found Stannis's waist and he bucked his hips up, making their cocks meet through their clothes. "Oh, fuck," he moaned, his mind overwhelmed with lust.
Stannis's breath hitched as Davos's hands moved down to cup his ass, pushing their groins together even more. "You want to fuck me?" he asked, practically whining. "I know you do, I know you want to fuck me. You look at me like you just want to bend me over and put your cock in me."
Davos couldn't deny it anymore. He crushed their mouths together in another sloppy, desperate kiss. "You're irresistible," he murmured, squeezing Stannis's ass.
When he pulled away, Stannis was panting, clearly overwhelmed with all the sensations flooding his body. "Oh, I feel so hot all over, and my head's spinning but it's... it's really nice." He closed his eyes and started grinding his hips faster.
"I want you to put my cock in your mouth," Davos heard himself saying. He'd been fantasizing about that since he'd first looked Stannis in the eye and imagining those blue eyes looking up at him from between his legs.
Stannis nodded eagerly and moved down the bed until his face was pressed against the knight's clothed crotch, his hot breath sending little jolts of pleasure through Davos.
Stannis's hands moved quickly, reaching down to pull Davos's cock out so he could admire it.
"It's really big," he said with a laugh, before leaning forward to take the tip into his mouth.
"Fuck..." Davos threaded his fingers through his lord's thin hair, gently tugging on it as he lay there panting and groaning in pleasure.
With drunken enthusiasm, Stannis ran his lips and tongue up and down the length of Davos's erection. His hands fumbled somewhat clumsily as he pushed it past his lips and started to suck.
Davos tried his hardest to control himself, to not buck his hips and choke the boy. He bit his lip, willing himself to take things slowly.
"Look at me," he urged.
Stannis obeyed instinctively, staring up at Davos with those pretty blue eyes, his mouth full of cock.
The eye contact made Davos's cock throb with need. Clearly Stannis felt it too, because he hummed with delight and pushed himself forward, trying to fit more in his mouth.
Pulling Stannis back by the hair, Davos gasped "you have to stop."
Stannis wiped the saliva and precum from his lips. "Why?"
"You want me to fuck you, right? You'll end up with my seed on your face if you keep sucking me like that," Davos explained breathlessly.
"Yes, yes, I want you to fuck me," Stannis said as his eyes lit up with more excitement than Davos had ever seen him show. "How do you want me? I'll do whatever you like."
Taking in a long, deep breath, Davos's mind ran wild with all the ways he wanted to take Stannis before he settled on one. "Lay on your back and spread your legs."
Stannis fumbled with his pants until they were on the floor and his backside was exposed, before he fell back onto the bed.
He made quite a sight, lying there with his legs up, squirming around unable to be still. He was flushed and covered in sweat, and his chest rose and fell rapidly with every breath.
Davos positioned himself on top of Stannis, his hard cock pointing straight at its target. "Are you sure you want-"
"Do it," Stannis said. "Just fuck me."
And like the loyal servant he was, Davos obeyed his lord's command.
Stannis was tight, and Davos got a thrill from pushing his cock inside, knowing he was the first person to ever even come close to doing this. The boy was untouched, untainted by any other man. Davos was his first.
Panting with need, he thrust himself deeper inside. "Does that feel good, m'lord?" he rasped.
Stannis moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. "Oh, yes..."
Davos pressed their bodies together tightly, kissing Stannis's lips with a passion that was almost aggressive.
"Harder, harder, harder," Stannis pleaded, loudly enough that anyone on that side of the castle could probably hear.
"Doesn't it hurt?" Davos asked, well aware that he was probably already going harder than he should with a virgin.
Stannis nodded. "I like it though."
And so Davos stopped trying to restrain himself, letting his cock pump in and out of Stannis just as roughly as it seemed to want to.
Filled up and pinned down under his knight's body, Stannis felt so good it made him dizzy.
He didn't care about being heard, wasn't concerned with anyone else's opinion. The alcohol in his veins ensured that the only people in his world were himself and Davos.
The heat Stannis felt in the pit of his stomach suddenly erupted, and he came all over himself with a gasp. It landed on his stomach, covering his tunic in white splatters.
His body tensed with his orgasm, making his hole squeeze Davos even more tightly. The pressure was the most amazing sensation the knight could ever remember feeling, and it made him cry out as the force of his own release hit him.
He stayed inside Stannis long enough to fill him with seed, before he collapsed on the bed beside him.
For a moment they each listened to the sound of the other breathing heavily, before Stannis's breath evened out as sleep took him.
Davos turned to look at his young lord, disheveled and sweat-covered and half-naked. He pulled Stannis close to his chest, closed his eyes, and prayed neither of them would regret this in the morning.