Okay so I'm just kinda dumping my other fanfic and trying again with this one. Hoping this one will not be as messy and will flow a lot better. As always I would REALLY appreciate reviews, and always open to suggestions.

**I do not own anything, if you try to sue me good luck I am broke.**

Jon loved all of his half-siblings but he had always been close to Robb. Probably because they were so close in age. They learned to talk, walk, run and ride together. They were the best of friends, much to the dislike of Lady Stark. Robbs mother had every reason to hate what Jon was, the bastard son of her beloved husband. A constant reminder of his unfaithful deeds. But Robb never treated him like a bastard, he treated him like a brother. For this Jon was eternally grateful.

In Winterfell it was a custom to share beds with others for warmth on cold nights. Arya would share with Sansa, Rickon with Bran and Robb with Jon. A perfectly innocent act which they had participated in since toddlers and begged no suspicions. As they grew older, though, Jon and Robb got closer than was considered fitting for brothers, or even half-brothers. At first it was only that they would lay back-to-chest, spooning until morning. Soon this was not close enough and they would shed their clothes before getting in bed. For a year or so this was enough, until one night just a few weeks after Jon had turned 16, he awoke in the middle of a cold night to Robbs hard member stabbing him in the back. A little shocked, and a little intrigued Jon sat up and turned towards his still snoring brother. Robb had rolled onto his back and put a hand across his chest. He couldn't help but stare at this perfectly shaped body, and wonderful hardness laying before him. Jon felt his blood rushing, his breath get heavier and his member grow thicker. As though Jons thoughts were willing it to happen, Robb awakened.

Robb first looked at Jon, and noticed his growing member. Shocked, Robb shot back and sat up against the bedhead before noticing his own hardness. Touching his own cock gently, he looked at Jon inquisitively, as if asking a question with nothing but his expression. When Jon turned his head toward his shoulder and raised an eyebrow it was obvious Jon didn't know what he was trying to say so Robb said out load "What's happening... why are we... did I drink too much ale?" Jon laughed. Jon slowly crawled up to Robbs face, stopping only an inch or two away from his lips "We were asleep as normal, before you awoke me with a fairly late birthday gift" he said, almost winking and he looked down at Robbs member. Robb couldn't hold back his chuckle, at this point Robb still thought of all this as innocent. He didn't realise what Jon was expecting to happen. "Trust me Jon, it was not intentional. I must have been dreaming of some whore and got a little overexcited. Now let's go back to sleep." Robb said before pushing Jon over and back into his embrace. Robb fell back into a deep sleep.

Jon lay there, devastated. All this time he had waited for Robb to realise that he was his for the taking, that Jon would do anything to make Robb happy, all for nothing. Jon had felt this disappointment before, after they had started sleeping naked together. He thought that after a few nights laying naked together Robb would surely want more of him, but time passed and Jon realised that it was for not. Until tonight when he felt Robbs hardness press into his back, Jon had felt all those emotions and desires run back to him, he was excited to finally get what he had waited so patiently for, but as he lay there, rejected, with his brothers hardness softening against his back... Jon began to cry.

Jon fought back the tears, trying to think of anything else to cloud his mind and stop his sobbing before waking his brother, but it was too late. Robb slowly sat up, Jon didn't dare roll back to face him. He just lay there, quietly sobbing doing his best to stop. Robb put his hand on Jons shoulder and rolled him onto his back. Jon turned his face away from him, but Robb softly cupped Jons face with both hands, he was laying next to him now chest-to-chest. Robbed asked Jon what was wrong, if he'd had a bad dream, if there was anything he could do.

Jon looked deep into his half-brothers eyes. His beautiful blue eyes, so unlike his own brown eyes. Robb wiped the tears from Jons eyes softly, and Jon began to speak. "Robb, I'm not sure if I should tell you this, but..." "Tell me" Robb interrupted, but in a soft, calm tone. "I love you." Jon said as more tears flowed down his face. "I love you too my brother" Robb said calmly and with a smile, but Robb had only meant brotherly love, the same he felt for Bran and Rickon. Jon knew this. "No, I really love you Robb. You make me laugh, speaking with you makes my day, I pray for cold nights so I can share your embrace, you make me happy. I've tried so many time to make you see me the way I see you. I thought last year when we started shedding out clothes before sharing your bed you would see me that way and I thought what happened tonight was you finally realising that I will give you anything you desire... Please say something."

Robb had an iron poker face. He didn't know what to say, what to think. He had always suspected that his half-brother was overly fond of him, but not to this extent. What was Robb to do? He didn't want to hurt his brother but what did Jon really expect of him? Robb got out of the bed, and put on his bed clothes and sat on the end of the bed. He sighed loudly. Jon also put his bed clothes on and sat next to Robb, with his hands in his lap, patiently waiting for his brother to speak.

As Robb tried to think of the words to say, Jons mind was racing with all the terrible things he might be thinking. More than once Jon thought that he should get up and leave for his own room and forget he'd ever said anything. But he did say something. And cold nights were the only times when Jon and Robb could be left alone for so long without being disturbed and without arousing suspicion. So Jon waited for what seemed like hours, but in reality was only a few minutes.

Robb sighed again, and turned towards Jon. Watching his brother closely he said "I sit here, next to my bastard half-brother, who is telling me he loves me. You are asking me to say something to you, but I don't know what you want to hear. I cannot tell you I love you in that way, as tonight is the first time the thought of you being anything bar my brother has even crossed my mind. Jon, we could never truly be together. That is nothing personal, I am an heir to Winterfell. I am to marry and father many children. This is all too much for me. You should go. We'll talk of this when I've had more time to think." Robbs words crashed around Jon as if he it was raining boulders. Jon quietly stood up, and left Robbs room and headed for his own.

To be continued.

I will be continuing this story, as I am in love with it myself. Review me!