A Steamy Reunion At Castle Black (Game Of Thrones Slash Fiction)

Hi hi,

I had to write a Slash fiction piece for a show last week and I thought it turned out pretty cute. I didn’t know I would be reading on the show until the day of, so I threw this together in about 3 hours. I’m not normally someone that can spit out 1600 words that quick, so it felt a little remarkable. I guess I really wanted to write a queer romantic sex scene about GOT characters. Enjoy.

(Note: Try your best to read this with their voices in mind. It makes it much sillier.)

A Steamy Reunion At Castle Black

It was deadly cold and windy at Castle Black and Jon Snow was unable to sleep. He hadn’t been able to sleep since his return from the lands beyond the wall, nothing felt natural, he’d been away for too long. He tossed and turned under his pelts and stared glassy-eyed into the hearth fire. So much had changed since he left but so much was still unresolved.

“I can’t believe I stabbed my Auntie,” Jon muttered to himself. His hot breath filled the air with wisps of steam. “I can’t believe I maintained an ongoing sexual relationship with my Auntie.” John continued, again to himself, or perhaps to Ghost who was snoring loudly on his bed of hay in the corner of the room. “I’m so fucked up. I need to get my shit straightened out.” John tossed back the furs and noticed that he had a large throbbing erection. “Great. I’m aroused by my own angst.” Jon sighed, rolled over onto his stomach, closed his eyes,  and tried to forget the pulsing in his groin. 

The hearth fire crackled quietly and Jon began to doze off when suddenly there was a thud at the door to his chambers. THUD. Jon, startled, rose from his dozing and looked towards the door: nothing. Just as he was about to lay his head back down he heard the sound again. THUD. And then an unearthly moan. Gods, Jon thought, it’s impossible. The White Walkers were vanquished when Arya destroyed the Night King with the Valerian steel dagger that was used in the attempted assassination of Bran so many years ago. Jon noted how strange it was that his brain decided to give that much context to his own inner thoughts.

THUD. THUD. MOAN.

Jon leaped from his bed in a flash and felt his hot erection bounce and his balls tighten. Ghost, startled by the sudden movement, awakened and began to growl until Jon raised one hand to signal him to remain quiet. Jon pulled on a tunic and a pair of breeches, struggling to fit all of his substantial girth inside. Gods damn this massive penis of mine, thought Jon, it’s so unwieldy.  He reached for Longclaw and prepared to open the door.

THUD. Moan. THUD.

Jon felt his pulse quicken in his penis. It was so engorged it hurt. Why should I feel so sexually aroused at a time like this? Jon caught his breath and steeled himself to attack whatever eldritch creature was waiting just outside the door. Ghost stood ready and the fire crackled softly as Jon reached his hand out and took ahold of the door handle. 

“Are you going to open to door or not, Jon?!” said a voice. Jon gasped loudly.

“Sam?!” He opened to the door to see his oldest and beefiest friend standing in the hallway with a smile on his round face. “I nearly killed you! You fool, you had me scared shitless. I thought you were a walker!” Jon exclaimed.

“I got you good I did.” Said Sam as he entered Jon’s chambers. “ You know the walkers are long gone!” 

“Gods willing they stay gone.” Jon felt himself begin to brood. Ghost, realizing there was no danger, returned to his bed of hay in the corner of the room and immediately fell back to sleep.

“Nope, none of that. Fix your face.” Sam gave Jon a gentle slap. “Give me a hug you gloomy bastard! It’s been too long.” 

“You’re certainly in a good mood.” Jon smiled despite himself. Sam was the cutest thing Jon had ever seen in all of the realms. The past 20 years had been kind to Sam, his beard had greyed slightly and he’d put on more weight and some muscle. “And you’re looking well-fed and strong.”

“I feel good, Jon. Winter is long but I’ve been able to focus on myself since the end of the war.” Sam beamed. “Gilly has taken a girlfriend since the kids are grown, we’re happy, and I’ve been doing some self-care.”

“A Girlfriend?!” Jon exclaimed. “Still quite the wilding, that one?” The two friends chuckled. “Here, let me pour you some ale.” Jon noticed that his erection had not subsided since talking to Sam, if anything, it had become even more noticeable through his breeches. He could feel himself leaking on to his thighs. It was warm and sticky.

“I’d take a tankard of ale,” Sam said gladly, pulling off his coat and bags. “I’ve missed you, Jon.” His shirt clung tightly to his large chest and ample stomach, despite the cold, Sam was sweating under his gear. He caught John staring and noticed the large bulge in Jon’s pants. The sight made Sam stiffen himself. He felt his short thick cock engorge and he blushed. He wasn’t the shy young man he had once been when he first met Jon but still, his admiration of his oldest friend left him red in the face and covered in goosebumps. Sam drank the tankard of ale quickly, spilling some of the sweet liquid down his already moist shirt.

“Whoa, slow down there.” Jon laughed. He instinctively reached out his hand to whip some foam from Sam’s mustache and then stopped himself. “You have foam on your face.” 

“Where?” Sam feigned rubbing foam off of his forehead. “Did I get it?” Jon laughed again and smiled broadly. 

“Here. May I get it for you?” Jon asked trying to mask the trembling in his voice. Sam had become quite the man and Jon was overwhelmed with his attraction to him.

“Please,” Sam said looking directly into Jon’s eyes. 

Jon reached his scarred hand out and rubbed his calloused thumb against his friend’s upper lip wiping away the white foam. He felt Sam’s hot breath steaming on his finger in the cold air and he began to tremble. He began to pull his hand back, to hide the tremor, but Sam gently but firmly grasped his hand. 

“May I?” Sam said. Jon paused and again felt his pulse in his groin. His eyes traveled down his friend’s broad chest to his crotch and Jon saw that his Sam had a full bulge of his own. Jon was so excited and as frightened as he had been before when he prepared himself to confront the unknown outside his chamber door. Jon breathed deeply and smelled Sam in the room.

“Ay.” 

Sam smiled and brought Jon’s finger once again to his lips and kissed them gently. Jon gasped as Sam took two of his fingers into his warm mouth. 

“Sam. I’ve never…” Jon stammered.

“Neither have I. Seems to me that it’s about time,” Sam said pulling Jon close to his body. 

“Sam. I think I’ve wanted this since… since we first met all those years ago.” Jon could feel Sam’s bulge rubbing against his own. Sam’s smell, a mixture of sweat, hay, and leather. Memories of their friendship flash in Jon’s mind, they’ve been through so much together. 

“So have I, Jon,” Sam said confidently. “That’s why when I heard you were back, I had to see you.” Sam ran his hand through Jon’s wavy hair, settling it firmly behind Jon’s neck. “I didn’t want to wait another 20 years for another chance.” Sam sighed deeply. “Oh Jon, I’ve loved you for so long.” Sam kissed Jon deeply. 

Jon pulled away and ripped off his tunic. Sam ran his fingers across the scars on Jon’s chest and torso. He remembered that his friend had died once already, but not even death would keep them apart. Jon untied Sam’s shirt and lifted it off of him. He kissed Sam deeply again and slid his hand into Sam’s pant and wrapped his fingers around the short dense cock inside. Sam gasped and pressed his mouth against Jon’s ear. 

“I’ve been reading,” Sam whispered.

“What? Why are you bringing up books right now?” Jon questioned as he worked his fingers around Sam’s robust balls.

“Ancient text, about how to please you, if this day were ever to come.” Sam chuckled. “I wanted to be ready.”

“Sam you’ve already pleased me so much as it is.” Jon smiled. “I can’t believe this is finally happening.” He leaned down to pull off Sam’s boots and remove his pants. Sam’s rigid penis bounced up as Jon removed his pants and struck Jon on the cheek. Jon laughed and stood to push his large friend on to the bed. 

Jon flipped Sam over, exposing his huge round ass. Without a second thought, Jon slapped Sam's right buttcheek firmly sending ripples around his creamy skin. Sam’s butt was covered with the softest hair Jon had ever felt.

“I want to try something, Sam,” Jon said. “Something I only ever tried once before… with a woman.”

“Anything.” Sam cooed, wiggling his substantial ass back and forth.

Jon spread Sam’s ass cheeks apart and furiously began kissing the exposed skin in between. Jon felt ravenous, kissing and pressing his face deeply into Sam’s willing hole. Sam wailed and moaned on the bed, rubbing his fat stubby cock against the pelts. Jon kissed him deeper and deeper.

“OOOOOOO,” Sam yelped. “the ancient text didn’t say anything about this!” Sam felt like he was about to explode with pleasure.

Suddenly there was another loud thud at the door. Jon and Sam both looked at the door in surprise. Ghost, once again awakened, began to growl. 

“Hello.” Said Jon loudly, “Who’s there?” 

With a crash the door burst open, nearly falling off its hinges, and hulking form stepped through into the soft light of the hearth-fire. Jon and Sam both gasped. 

“I hope you boys have room for one more!” Shouted a fully nude Tormund Giantsbane. His massive muscled body covered head to toe in grey and red hair. “Mind if I join in?”

“Tormund!” Shouted Jon and Sam. Ghost rolled his eyes and went back to sleep.

“Get over here you big beast!” Jon waved the man over the bed with one hand as his other continued to massage Sam’s short rock hard penis. 

Tormund howled and bounded towards the two men. Tormund wrapped one big arm around both Sam and Jon. 

“Now don’t you two go-getting tired on me,” Tormund growled. “we’re in for a long night.”

The three men began to laugh and wrestle and kiss. Outside the cold wind blew, but these heroes were warm and happy inside, as the hearth-fire crackled quietly.