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Jace peers out of his...
He refuses to call it that.
It’s just a pile of pillows and fabrics, and soft blankets that he had…felt in the mood for. He's a prince, after all, it is perfectly normal for him to have such things around.
Especially on his so-called honeymoon, he reasons. The festivities may have ended abruptly in Kings Landing due to their uncle’s meddling and Lukes…somewhat surprising behaviour after the wedding.
Not that it matters now that they have been sent back to Dragostone along with the children, under the guise of giving the newlyweds some privacy.
Definitely not because everyone had seen that he had not been marked by Luke after their first night together (a refusal he struggles to justify, but can’t bring himself to take back yet), definitely not because the King did not want to mediate the fight that happened between his sons and grandsons.
So he simply peers out of his bed, which has been made slightly more comfortable than it usually is, to see his little brother standing uncertainly in the doorway of his room. Staring at Jace with wide eyes, the way he always did as a child. Back then, Luke would come to his room in the night to ask to sleep next to his big brother after a bad dream, or a stressful day.
Ignoring the throbbing heat in his body, Jace rolls his eyes. Luke is no longer a baby.
But, as Jace's brain graciously tells him...Luke is his husband now.
”Did you only come to stand in the doorway, or did you—” ’come to do your duty’ he nearly says but, ”have something else in mind?”
This seems to spur Luke into action, at least.
”Oh, no, I didn’t mean—” his brother blubbers as he takes some steps forward. He comes to a stop somewhere between the door and Jace’s…bed, but still seems somewhat unsure on what he is doing here..
His brother's face is flushed, most like from hurrying here, or something like that. Though Jace is not sure why he would have been in a hurry to come here.
When maester Gerardys had suggested that his heat may be starting soon, when Jace had spent the morning and afternoon with his youngest brothers, Jace had simply retired to his room.
There was no need for any fanfare, he thought, as he curled up a bit tighter with one of the pillows he was holding in his arms, this really is not nearly as dramatic as the tales have made heats out to be…
Or maybe it’s not even that. He always wanted to spend more time with his younger brothers, it doesn’t mean anything.
Well. Not with this younger one right now.
“I don’t know what the maester told you, but he was wrong.”
Luke looks shocked. Jace knows his brother’s character, and how much he values the opinions of older and more experienced people.
But even they are wrong. Jace would know better than anyone.
“He just told me you’d need my help,” Jace almost opens his mouth to protest, but Luke is faster.
“I can smell it.”
It freezes him in place.
It’s just a little dampness between his legs, Luke can’t have such a good nose—
“Can I come into the nest…omega?”
Jace’s eyes widen, feeling a tingling sensation throughout his body, from the voice itself, from the address…from the meaning of the phrase.
His fingers somehow weaken, letting go of the edge of the stretched blanket he held in front of him.
The room feels just a bit warmer now, as he watches Luke.
What can he smell, that Jace himself can not?
”It is not a nest,” he insists though, as that feels much easier to deal with than…whatever Luke knows. He feels a tugging at his lips, and to avoid a ridiculous pout that would surely undermine him, he pulls them into a grimace instead, and hides it in one of the pillows
”Oh…” Luke says, his eyebrows knitting together.
It annoys him more than usual to see that expression on his brother..
What right does Luke have to be worried? To come here and make assertions about Jace's condition?
…but, well, there is one thing Jace knows that his stupid little brother has the right to.
So, he scoots back in his bed, arranging the pillows and blankets back to how they were—
Arranging them so that they would not just fall off the bed. It was the logical thing to do. If Luke wanted to come crawling in here, it would not do if half of Jace's bed fell down to the floor for it.
”You can come,” he says, patting the now unoccupied part of the bed, ”Alpha” he adds to the end. There's a prickling to his skin as he says it, like he is at the edge of a shiver, but not quite there.
Jace doesn't look up from the embroidery on one of the pillows, refusing to meet his brother's eyes.
If his husband wants to be in his bed, then Jace...can't refuse him.
And as the space fills more with the scent of an aroused alpha, he feels his own hesitation about it begin to dissolve.
A soft growl is heard from the direction Luke is in, and when he looks up, his brother is much closer than he was before.
He's almost startled by how close Luke has come in almost an instant, and the way he is staring at Jacaerys, his darkened eyes barely blinking.
His younger brother climbs all the way into the bed, and Jace wants to grab him by the arm and shake him, when Luke’s clumsy motions ends with a pillow rolling over and falling over the edge, down to the floor.
He almost growls, trying to get his stupid brother to just–
It’s not worthwhile, he tells himself.
It's just a pillow, so he should just let it be there.
“Pick up what you knocked over, you oaf” he snaps.
Luke blinks at him, dumbfounded, and Jace almost feels as surprised as his brother looks.
But Luke looks back over the side of the bed and immediately apologizes when he sees a pillow on the floor. He picks it up and simply places it on the bed, making Jace rumble somewhere inside his chest.
It was easy to snatch the pillow from his brother’s frozen hands and put it in a better place.
Although now everything around him doesn’t seem symmetrical. Jace sighs irritably.
There is no way he’s is building—
“Sorry,” Luke whispers softly, and Jace feels his brother’s hand on his clothed thigh, a cool relief to his overheated skin even through the layers of fabric.
The whimper that escapes him is entirely uncalled for, and Jace bites his lip.
It had been a soft touch.
Innocent, even, compared to what he and Luke have done before.
”How do you feel?” Luke asks softly, so softly, leaning in toward Jace.
He can smell Luke's own scent so clearly from here, only subtly different from the natural scent of the stormy island they call home.
It’s warmer, though. Luke's scent, especially now that it is spiced by that excitement that Jace has smelled from him from the moment he entered these rooms.
“I’m fine,” it was easy to lie through his teeth.
But if it was easy for him to lie, it was equally easy for Luke, who had known him his whole life, to recognize the lie.
His touch becomes more tangible. More insistent.
A memory flashes through his mind of the moments when Luke’s hands had wrapped themselves around Jace’s hips with much more confidence and firmness when suddenly he jerks, a twisting pain in his guts.
Or whatever there is down there now.
As the shock of pain fades, Jace unclenches his hands, taking a deep breath and feels the hardness of his brother’s body much closer to him now.
“Let me help,” Luke whispers, “I can call the maester for some milk of the poppy. Bring more pillows. Food? Sweets?”
Luke’s other hand begins to stroke his back in a circle, as if he were soothing a small child.
Jace is silent for a moment.
He focuses on the soft bed under him, and for a moment he even forgets the need to answer, almost lulled by this feeling and Luke's scent.
The inner peace he had been feeling is destroyed by another spasm and a wave of heat, forcing his spine to arch, causing Luke to remove his hands from his body, scent spiking in fright.
Jace will not apologize to the maester for his doubts about his knowledge.
But if this is truly his first heat since the presentation...so soon...
Jace looks at his younger brother, and feels the wetness gathering in his own eyes. He must look pathetic to him.
”Please,” he nearly whimpers it, ”please help me”
He is nearly worried that Luke will ask him to spell it out for him, how exactly he wants to be helped, but there was no need to worry about it.
Between one blink and the next, Luke is on top of him, his solid body soothing against Jace's own, even when the layers are becoming itchy.
”I will do anything,” Luke says lowly, in a tone that Jace has not heard before from his brother.
He shivers as Luke's hot breath hits his face, and again as Luke lays a few peppering kisses at the side of his mouth, before finally claiming Jace's lips for his own.
Jace moves his lips to return the kiss, and Luke is still a little clumsy with it, too fast and missing proper intention with the motions.
Jace reaches out to cup his brother's face and do it properly.
At the same time, he feels Lucerys' hands on his clothes, fumbling to undo the buttons.
It had been a stupid idea to get into bed in his outerwear, hoping that the dizziness would just pass. Now, it looks like he's stuck here until next week. Him and Luke both.
Judging by the way Luke’s tugging on the buttons, maybe he won’t mind.
An alpha can't resist an omega in heat. Or at least, that’s what he read in the damn books, and heard from every courtier who have lost their manners in too much wine.
The sound of fabric ripping is suddenly loud in the otherwise quiet room, and Jace runs his hand to the back of his brother's head and digs his fingers into his silky dark hair. Pulling his brother's head, pulling the clumsy idiot away from him.
"Don't ruin my clothes, how many times do I have to tell you?" he scolds his brother, but even he can recognize that it lacks true heat behind it.
Luke looks crazy, his lips full and red as he blinks in confusion. His brother may be too out of it to understand anything Jace is trying to tell him.
It is not the first time he has scolded Luke for destroying his shirts, for the fool has brazenly kept stealing them since childhood. Mayhaps Jace should have been stricter back then, and cut the habit in the bud.
Now, Jace wants to at least keep this beautiful shirt.
He begins to unbutton it himself, even as Luke whines as Jace keeps his hands away. Some of the buttons are just dangling on the threads, instead of being nicely and firmly sewn into their places.
Jace clicks his tongue, but moves slightly in place, ignoring the unpleasant feeling of lack of closeness from his…this alpha.
At least Luke has guessed not to take his hands off his hips.
He finally removes the shirt, but when he goes to fold it, Luke whines loudly and pathetically.
He tries to give a reprimanding look to his brother, but then, suddenly, Luke was already bowing his head down, placing soft kisses on Jace's chest.
”Hey!” He yelps, though he is not entirely sure what for. Some sort of decency that isn’t truly needed between the two of them anymore.
As Luke continues his trail of kisses down from his chest to his stomach…Jace’s stomach squirms, in a more pleasant way than before, as every downward kiss makes his skin prickle with anticipation.
When he reaches his navel, Luke stops.
Jace took off his belt before getting into bed to get some comfort and he really didn't feel how tight his pants were.
Tight and fucking wet.
Jace's eyes widen when he hears the sound of Luke sniffing him.
And then he raises his almost drunken gaze to him. His brother's eyes are so dark that they nearly look black, and there is an intensity in that gaze that feels almost difficult to meet head-on.
Jace can admit that his face isn't burning just from the heat alone.
Luke suddenly tugs the hem of his pants to the side, as if trying to just rip them off his body.
Jace hisses at him.
"You're getting wilder than me, get a grip, damn it."
He feels another unpleasant spasm somewhere inside, but he finds the strength to get it under control this time.
Although his tired body is not happy about it at all.
He would rather just lie down.
Or do something more than that, though...
His little brother needs guidance. As always.
He pushes Luke away, but growls warningly so that Luke won’t disturb it in his clumsiness.
His nest.
When he is sitting up enough, he tugs and finds the strings keeping Luke's doublet together. He had planned to help him unfasten it, to help him undress.
Instead, as soon as Luke realizes what Jace is doing, he literally rips it off of himself. There is a terrible sound as the fabric tears, and Jace can only stare as his brother throws the scraps that remain of his shirt away from the nest.
”Luke—” he hisses, feeling a bit light-headed, but his brother pays it no mind, instead smashing their lips together again, pushing, with more force than Jace anticipated, to bring Jace down to lay on the mattress again.
This…this side of Luke is not new, exactly.
He had seen a glimpse of it, after Luke’s fight with Aemond after the wedding, and when they had laid together afterward….but it wasn't quite like this. That…desperation had been borne out of adrenaline, surely. From the fight, from the injuries, because it hadn’t been like that between them afterwards anymore.
This, this is something else, and as his brother holds him down and kisses him...it's hard to resist.
Maybe the influence of the heat has intensified all this for Luke, so now he doesn't even pay attention to who he's taking to bed.
Something unpleasant resonated in him at the thought.
The alpha should be paying attention to him.
He tugs Luke's hair.
That would be good. Nice, even.
Just letting Luke do whatever he wants. His younger brother has never slept with other omegas. And, he is finding…the influence of heat is overwhelming to him too.
That's why he feels these crumbs of aggression from Luke when he keeps tugging at his pants more and more, and he lets it happen.
Kissing feels much better now, they've found their rhythm, but still Jace tugs Luke's hair harder, tearing him away from him to get at least some oxygen into his lungs. It barely helps, his breaths still coming hot and heavy as he tries to hold Luke firmly at bay, for just a moment longer so he can catch his breath, when there is a strange sensation inside of him, and then he feels the wet spot on his pants expand.
He freezes for a moment, trying to understand what was happening to him right now.
Until his brother's hungry mouth touched his neck.
His heart hammers in his chest as Lule bites at his neck, as if there was any chance of leaving a mating mark when he is not knotted…
Still, there is a dangerous excitement in it, in Luke's teeth against his skin, and he can't help but hold him closer, to feel more of it.
”You can let go,” he pants out, ”you can bite as much as you want, alpha..”
There is a pleasant rumble against his chest then, and Luke bites his neck so hard that he yelps from the pain.
”Luke!” He hisses, trying to shove Luke away after all, but instead his brother licks at the tender spot he had just bitten, almost apologetically.
”Mm, sorry” he thinks he hears his brother murmur against his neck. He hears Luke mutter something between kisses and light bites–
The next wave of pain almost makes him choke. The spasm is long, he can’t breathe and somewhere in the haze of pain he wonders if his lungs have enough oxygen to endure it.
Slowly, like waves on the shore, the pain subsides, and he can open his eyes that he must have reflexively closed at some point.
The first thing he sees is his brother's pale and frightened face.
Jace wants to calm the younger one, to assure him of his safety, but his lips refuse to move.
"Jace?" - this careful whisper and tearful eyes of the little fawn the elder Prince has seen more than a hundred times in his life.
Luke still looms over him.
With each shallow breath, Jace regains sensation in his body, trying to be aware of anything other than the knife that must be stuck in his guts up to the hilt.
At least Jace has the sense not to look down to check. With his brother, he's safe. And with the return of sensation, Jace realizes that he's also in a very compromising position.
He feels his brother's hard arousal between his instinctively spread legs.
Damn those pants, now he just wishes for Luke to just rip them off to make it go faster.
”Please,” he mutters again as he brings his hands down to the hem of his own pants.
He barely has time to shove at them before Luke has grabbed the hem of his pants and pulled them down, undergarments and all. The cold air hits the wet and sensitive parts between his legs, making him shiver. He tries to close his legs, but it's mostly a useless endeavor as Luke is still sitting between his knees.
”Like this?” Luke asks, though he sounds distracted. Jace looks up at his brother again, and sees his gaze firmly trained between Jaces legs.
It can’t be helped, he supposes, an alphas…instinctual want of that. He should not judge his brother too harshly he thinks, even as there is a smaller twist in his stomach, at the thought that his brother may be imagining someone else entirely in Jaces stead.
”Luke,” he whispers, and his brother's eyes snap up instantly, meeting his.
Luke searches his face, and Jace regrets his vain need for attention when he realizes just how sober the look Luke is giving him is.
”Yes? What do you need?” His brother asks, and it might be his own wishful fantasy, but it almost sounds like Luke is pleading for direction from him.
The attention is more than he can handle, so he swallows, and then spreads his legs wide.
Luke glances at...that place for a moment.
Jace sighs in despair. He has to take control, undress his brother, and climb on top of him like some desperate whore. Which all omegas probably are when they're in heat. At least Jace doesn't have to embarrass himself like that in front of a stranger.
Lucerys' deep breaths, which Jace might have listened to to calm himself down at another time, now only serves to send pleasant shivers down his spine.
The alpha wanna breathe his scent.
But he still wasn't moving, so Jace reached out to grab Luke's shoulder and lift himself up a little above the pleasant softness of the bed, facing him.
Luke immediately lowers his gaze to his lips.
"Take off your damn pants already."
It was an immediate movement, so Jace was even thrown back a little on the springy mattress, but he still did not take his eyes off Luke's quick and erratic movements, as he was struggling with the ties of his own pants with shaking hands.
As he stared there, a large bulge was clearly visible, and he can’t think about it too deeply for even the sight of it has made saliva gather in his mouth, that he is quick to swallow lest the next kiss reveals too much of his wants.
He was about to reach out, to offer to help his brother, when there is a snapping sound, and suddenly Luke is pulling his breeches down.
In the back of his mind, Jace thinks he should not find this exciting. It's terribly wasteful to break perfectly fine, new clothes that his brother has had for barely more than a moon's turn. It's unnecessary…
It’s…
All the thoughts disappear from his head as Luke's cock is revealed. It’s an angry red color, massive and already leaking at the tip when it springs up toward Luke's stomach.
He feels his breaths grow laboured, as he remembers the sensations of their last coupling.
”Ah, please Jace,” Luke pants, ”please, can we fuck? Please?”
His brother sounds pathetic, by every known metric…still, it sends excitement down his spine, to between his legs, and he wishes he could rub his thighs together right now.
Luke's scent makes him dizzy, even more so than the last time in King's Landing, where the smell of blood had mixed in with the arousal.
Jace wants to finally get up on his knees to climb onto his brother's hips, so instead of answering his younger brother, he simply leans on his hands, intending to rearrange his legs into the correct position.
But as soon as he moved his hips, a new wave of pain pierced through his very being.
The pain was sharp, making his legs twitch and spasms, but then came the dragging waves of continuous moaning that made Jace want to curl up and hide somewhere in his pile of sheets.
It must have been a while before Jace could at least breathe properly and open his dampened eyes.
In the blurred candlelight, Luke looked terrified.
"Jace," his voice was wobbly.
Jace was still lying back on his pillows, comfortably clutching them. He glanced furtively between his brother’s legs, but the idiot had already taken cover with a corner of one of the carefully folded blankets.
What kind of fool is this, ruining all of Jace’s hard work all the time, as if it were as easy as breathing?
The new sting in his eyes was still from the remnants of pain, Jace refuses to believe it was from the heat.
“We should call the maester, I don’t think this can be normal, we can’t just make love when you’re in this state,” some of the frenzy has dissipated from Luke’s gaze, and Jace can’t think of anything less satisfying to him right now.
Jace hisses.
He certainly doesn’t have the patience to be the elder right now, not when a young alpha is so openly rejecting him.
His own husband, no less.
“Just fuck me if you want it. If not, get out of here.”
His voice is hoarse, but it achieves the effect Jacaerys needs. Luke finally gives him his full attention, starting to move, and Jace can’t hide his relief that Luke is moving toward him, not the door.
”Okay..” Luke whispers, and Jace closes his eyes in anticipation when he feels something warm and heavy against his entrance.
He waits for the penetration, but instead receives a kiss on the lips.
He was holding his breath, he realized.
He breathes out in a sight, ready to tell his brother exactly what he is supposed to be doing, for it seems his foolish brother would not manage it on his own—
And that is the exact moment that Luke starts to push inside.
The slow stretch is delicious and obscene all at once, as Jace hears the squelch of his own slick for every inch that Luke advances. It hadn’t sounded like this before, he thinks absently, as he feels his cheeks somehow heat up even more. Still, despite the unfamiliarity of it, it feels like the world is put right again, something is coming together just perfectly and he wants, needs, Luke closer.
With a sob, he wraps his legs around the small of Luke's back, tightening them and urging his brother-husband impossibly closer.
”Just, harder, Luke. Alpha” he bites out around the mindless pleasure that is building, that wants him to forget everything but the feel of this— his alpha inside of him.
He feels Luke's hips stutter, before he leans harder over Jace, bottoming out without any further warning.
An embarrassing moan escapes his lips at that, and the shock of it makes him leave scratchmarks where he had been holding onto his brother.
Luke moans somewhere to the side of his ear and presses his whole body harder.
It burns pleasantly.
Hell, he hadn’t even prepared, he was just wet enough for Luke to slide inside him without any resistance. But the dull inner pain still won’t stop tugging gently at his insides, so he moves his hips up, feeling the swollen alpha cock against his inner walls.
“Fuck, no, wait,” Luke whispers desperately, pressing a hand on Jace’s hip, stopping him from moving. He growls, and like water overflowing a bathtub, so does the annoyance overflow in him at being stopped when he is so close to what he needs.
“Wait, I’m going to come, wait please.” Luke pleads, voice taking on a hoarse quality.
Jace has patience for his younger brothers. A lot of it.
But not for his husband.
Without any pang of his conscience, Jace bites the alpha flesh closest to him, clenching his jaw tightly, earning a well-deserved scream from his husband.
He’s never been kind to Luke.
He growls even more, trying to move his hips again.
Luke removes his hand, finally, and gives a small push.
Jace opens his jaw. Starting to carefully lick at the mark left, sighing with relief from the small but rhythmic movements.
“I really,” Luke says urgently, giving a push, “I won’t last long. Let me touch you. Please, Jace. Jace."
”Do whatever you want,” he pants against Luke's shoulder, ”just move”
Luke takes this to heart, at least, as a hand snakes down to Jace’s cock, touching it much more delicately than what Jace craves, but Luke starts with some shallow thrusts, and Jaces attention is firmly drawn there.
”Yes, good” he murmurs against Luke's shoulder, finally placing down a kiss on the spot he had bitten.
The fullness, the heat, the hardness, are so wonderful. All the sensitivity in his body is concentrated in one place, so he jerks unexpectedly in Lucerys’ hands as he presses the head of his cock harder with his thumb.
"Luuuke," he sighs, but he can't find the strength to truly scold his brother.
He tightens inside, trying to finally get the knot to expand, to get the sweet relief he craves. Luke whimpers above him, whispering his name breathlessly, somewhere above his collarbone.
And Jace feels the stretch, spreading his legs wider, unable to suppress a purr from the delicious heat and moisture filling him, as Luke continues mumbling some incomprehensible nonsense.
And Jace sighs, relieved that these damned spasms are gone.
It's sticky and filthy between them. Lucerys’ body is heavy, and Jace sighs contentedly.
He places a few lazy kisses on whatever part of his alpha that is closest to him. He doesn’t feel up for much else, as he feels as if he is floating up in the clouds, even as he feels Luke's weight upon him.
”Jace,” Luke's murmuring becomes incrementally more coherent, ”ah, Jace”
He hums in question in case his alpha has something to say, while relaxing back into the feather bed.
He felt full and strangely, that the mess between their bodies did not even bother him as much as it should.
Perhaps Luke's restless fussing was beginning to irritate him a little, but keeping his eyes open was already too much effort, so he did not dare open his mouth as well.
Jace hoped that his last growl at his foolish younger brother would calm the alpha down and lull him to sleep in such a cozy nest.