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“So, who’s stupid idea, was it?”
“Who do you think, huh?”
Jon was cramped against the wall of the smallest walk-in closet in his Uncle Ned’s house. The strip of bare knee that peaked out of his black ripped skinny-jeans touched against Theon Greyjoy’s thigh in the position they had sit down. He was not sure where exactly to put his feet and instead of adding more to the conversation he fiddled with the hem of his washed-out band-shirt.
“Well, obviously this was Sansa’s idea.”, Theon continued on as if he hadn’t noticed Jon’s closed-off-ness. Or maybe he had and he was ignoring it. The older teen loved to hear himself talk after all. “She has that idea that you are secretly in love with me or whatev-Ow!”
Jon kicked him a second time just for good measure.
“I mentioned once that you are good-looking-”
“One might even say hot-”
“No.” another kick, that was blocked, and Greyjoy held onto his converse with his hand in a weirdly casual way. “And I said you are good-looking but way too much of an arrogant asshole to be attractive.”
“Semantics.”, Theon purred, intentionally irritating. Jon glared, darkly. But his eyes hadn’t fully adjusted to the dim light of the closet so all he saw of the other was a vague shape, the reflection of his eyes and the gleam of his various piercings. Jon knew that he wore tight leather pants and a too casual crop top (all in black too of course.)
“Anyway Sansa thinks you fancy me but you just don’t know it yet. Might definitely be possible. I’m great.” Jon elected to not further comment on that. It would only prolong this conversation and he really wanted to be let out. Muffled by the wall they could hear the bass of the music and the inaudible conversation of other guests.
“The question is why would the others help?”
Theon seemed to be just fine with being cramped up against Jon in a crappy closet instead of getting drunk and/or laid.
“Like obviously Arya is in it for the laughs. It’s always so very dangerous when the girls team up. I don’t know who let her be here, but”
“As if Arya would voluntarily stay away.”
“She could have gone to the Reeds with Bran.”, Theon shrugged. “The really question is why Robb would help? I’m his best friend!”
“Excuse you! I am his best friend.”
Theon rolled his eyes at him, Jon was sure.
“You are his cousin that does not count. Your family not a friend.”
“So, you aren’t friends with you sister?”
“She is my sister. She does not hang with me willingly.”, the other’s tone made it seem like it was an irrefutable fact. “Do you consider your older sister your friend?”
Jon sighed, thinking about the last time he had seen Rhaenys and Aegon. It had been quiet a while. These days they spent more and more time in Dorne and their mother was pointedly avoiding him every time he did visit them. (Not that he could fault her.)
“It’s complicated.”, he mumbled instead of explaining that his half-siblings were almost strangers half the time and the Stark kids had always been closer to him.
“I forgot that you are, like, a scandalous affair baby or whatever.”
This time Jon swatted at him, and Theon just laughed rather carefree.
“Hey, it’s not your fault your father ran off with your barely-legal-teen mom, when he was already married with kids and also you know a prominent political figure. Good on your mom for leaving him though.
I always wondered why you aren’t named Stark. You don’t have your father’s surname neither.”
Jon blinked at him for a moment and realized that, yeah, in all the years of knowing Theon know he had never met his parents. Or saw the inside of the Snow-residence. He also doubted that he made the connection if Robb or another Stark talked about them, because Theon never really seemed to pay attention and none of them used names, usually.
“It’s my step-mom’s.”, he informed rather proudly. “He had always preferred to bare the name of the woman who had helped raise him, than the bio-dad who had never bothered.
“So, your mom’s bi too.”, Theon stated after a short moment of stunned silence. Jon was confused because he had seen Theon with people of various genders and he didn’t think the other would be saying anything homophobic, but the tone, made him doubt for a moment.
“That shit’s genetic?”
Jon gaped at Theon, taken aback by the stupidity of the joke. Hitting or kicking wasn’t cutting it anymore at this point.
“I don’t know man, ask Asha. I am pretty sure she is chatting up some cute femme somewhere.”
Theon snorted. “Probably.”
For a moment they sat in silence.
“So, do you want to make-out, or?”
He wished he could say he wasn’t surprised anymore, but Jon squirmed a bit at the stupid question. Who just suggested something like that when they were just locked in together?
“Why would I?”
“Because you think I’m hot and we are going to be in here for a while.”
Theon shuffled a bit closer to Jon, not to the point of completely pinning him to the wall but giving the limited room very much in his personal space.
“Are you afraid you are going to like it?”, Theon whispered sweetly against his ear. Hot breath, setting Jon’s nervous system on fire. “I am an excellent kisser, Snow.”
Jon didn’t doubt that necessarily. Again, Theon would be very much attractive if he wasn’t so keen of mocking everyone and everything around him- And why was he so insistent anyway?
“Do you want to kiss me?”
“Duh. That’s why I am asking.”, with a start Jon’s heart came to a full-stop at that information. “You are hot yourself when you’re not being self-righteous and broody. Though you can be very cute brooding.”
Jon licked his lips, nervously, just to watch Theon’s dark eyes follow the motion hungrily.
Not that Jon would ever admit it but Theon wasn’t so far off, he was afraid that he might like kissing the other too much. Being attracted to someone no matter how shitty they were was one thing, acting on said attraction a choice and falling in love with them a catastrophe.
“You’d propose to me if I sucked you off. That’s a special skill.”
Jon colored instantly. He was sure Theon could feel the heat radiating off him.
“You have no shame, do you?”
“And you are a coward!
Come on, Snow, be brave and kiss me.”
Jon closed his eyes for a moment, concentrating on his other senses, feeling Theon’s body heat, smelling his cologne mix with the leather he wore…
He couldn’t believe he let himself be gloated into making-out with that asshole, when he leaned in to smack their mouths together, pulling Greyjoy closer by his gold-chain-neckless.