Winterfell

Rafold thanked Robb before pouring himself another cup full of water. Once again, he downed the whole thing, leaving tiny drops at the bottom of the thing. He looked over at Robb when he was finished, noticing that there seemed to be pain in his eyes. He dropped the cup and rushed to his side, grabbing his shoulders.
"Are you alright, Robb? You seem hurt. What is it?"
He quickly scanned his body, looking for some sort of indication that could be causing him this distress. It had barely been seconds since he had touched him, but there was nothing he could do but shake the man.
"Damn it, Robb, tell me!"
He stared into his eyes, unable to move, unable to think, only wanting to make whatever pain he was feeling disappear.

That was not the response that Rafold was expecting. He was unsure of what to say or do next. He knew what he wanted to do, but what was wise was not on his mind in the least. His grip tightened on Robb's shoulders, his right hand slowly starting to make its way to his neck. He touched him there, feeling his skin for the first time, wanting to feel more. He knew he shouldn't lower his hand, though there it went anyway, down onto his chest, pressing firmly on every inch. If it weren't for the definite pain he now felt in his own cock, he would have continued
He winced form this pain, not knowing what either of them were going to do.
An image of Robb simply grabbing him by his neck and forcing Rafold to kiss him was playing through his mind. Robb would grab his hand, pushing it against his cock, willing him to do what he had wanted to for so long.
The pain brought him back to reality.
He lowered his mouth to his shoulder, bit down hard, trying to get a grasp on reality.
This was beginning to be too much for him. He didn't know whether to hit something or to cry. All he knew is that he wanted Robb to take him. To pound into him until they were both screaming.
"Oh... Gods..."

The sight before him was all too strange for Jon to comprehend. He had intended to come talk to Robb about the pups and how they were starting to feed them already, but the thought quickly escaped his mind.
"Uh..."
He spoke to Robb's back and to Rafold, who looked pale as snow.
"I forgot what I came to speak with you about, brother. Seeing as I have lost my tongue, I will just leave you to... Whatever it was you were discussing."
He went to close the door and then stopped.
"I'll wait for you to allow me entrance next time."
And then it was shut.
What on earth had he just witnessed in his brother's chambers?

Rafold fell into the chair he had been sitting in earlier, and buried his head within the palms of his hands. He couldn't believe that Jon had just come through the door. And of all the times he could have interrupted, it was one where Robb looked like he was actually about to break.
He wanted to scream. If he was being entirely truthful himself, Rafold wanted to go to Jon and strangle him for interrupting this. But he knew that wouldn't be fair, nor would it be rational. Or help his case with Robb in the least.
He groaned, then let out a small whimper, much like the pups had when they were being taken from their dead mother.
"Gods, what do I do?"

Rafold was stunned. Speechless. All he could do was go for the door, as requested, and take his leave. He turned to Robb before completely exiting the room and brushed his face with his fingers, feeling his bits of facial hair beneath his fingernails.
I love you, you know...
He left Robb there, unaware of what he was going to do. He wasn't entirely sure he wanted to relieve himself, as Robb was going to do.
As Robb is going to do...
He headed for his chambers without a second thought, knowing that now he wanted nothing more, at that moment, than to sit there and pleasure himself while thinking about Robb pleasuring himself because of him, Rafold. The thought of it sent another wave of hunger through his entire body, even starving his bones. When he got to his chambers, he closed the door behind him and leaned up against for a beat.
Robb is probably already starting right now... Already touching himself because I've excited him. Because I have made him curious about men. About me.
He released his cock from the horrible restraints it'd been in and began to stroke his shaft. The feeling was absolutely ecstasy in that very moment, and the only thing that could have made the ecstasy any stronger was if Robb's hand or mouth was doing it for him.

Jon was thinking to himself about what he had just seen in his brother's chambers when he found himself in a part of the castle he didn't usually go: the kitchen. He regained his footing after almost falling into a large bowl full of pudding before then taking his leave of the place.
He shook his head, concerned about his state of mind. When he was walking around the halls for a few more minutes, he spotted his father, looking determined to find someone.
"Father! Who is it that you are looking for?"
He approached his father, a wide smile on his face. He admired him so.

When Rafold was done getting off to the thought Robb getting off to him, he desperately tried to find a way to clean up his mess. He turned back to look at what he had done to the floor and, for some reason, couldn't help but blush. No one was around, especially not Robb. Why in the hell was he blushing?
He shook his head, trying to stay on track. He was on his knees now, searching for something, anything, when he realized he could strip his sheets and clean it that way. So, he did. The threw off his pillows and quilt, frantically trying to find the sheet that would save him from any further embarrassment before somebody came charging through his door.
After a few minutes of fighting to tug the sheet free, he won, and ran to the door to clean up the mess he had made in front of it.
Thinking back on all the times he had gotten off, by himself and by the aid of someone else, the time he had just spent by this door was the best feeling he had ever felt. He was addicted to this now, whatever this was. Mutual masturbation of each other.
Yeah...
He mopped up the mess and threw the sheets back onto his bed, not caring to make it. He silently wondered if anyone made his bed for him.
I wonder if Robb as gotten off yet... And what he's doing if he has...

Jon shared the same grave expression as his father in front of him. He felt sadness for the old man. Not knowing what it would be like to lose someone so dear to him, he folded his arms and placed his hand over his mouth.
He thought of the question his father had just asked, and looked back on when he had walked into his brothers' chambers to find he and Rafold standing there, dangerously close to one another, Robb with a dangerously hard erection. He closed his eyes and then widened them, trying to release the image from his head.
He couldn't tell his father where they were. Whatever that encounter had been back there, it was not for anyone elses eyes to see. Jon and Jon alone would be the only one to trust with such a secret. Whatever the secret was.
"I honestly do not know, father. I had been looking for both of them myself to bring them to the pups. We have started feeding them now. The bitch who just had her litter has actually taken to them quite well... But when I went to find them just now, neither of them were in their chambers. I searched the kitchen, and they haven't seen them either. Perhaps you would like me to help you find them?"

Rafold finally got everything together in his head, for now.
My name is Rafold here. I am the steward of Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell. I am in love with Robb Stark. He is curious about what it would be like to bed me. We both just masturbated to the thought of the other. Everything is going to be okay. Yeah...
Rafold re-situated himself before walking out the door and into the hall. He wasn't sure where he was going from his room, but something was pulling him towards the kitchen. After what he had just experienced, he felt he needed to gain some energy back.

Jon rounded the corner that held the hall of Robb's chambers. Once he got to the door, he pressed his ear against it, trying to get a hint of what was going on inside.
Nothing.
He knocked on the door, waiting for the allowance for him to come on. When he received it, he opened the door.
"Hello, Robb." He cleared his throat. "Father is looking for you. He was going to come find you himself but... I told him I didn't know where you were. He wants you and Rafold to meet him in the dining hall to discuss something with the pair of you."
There was a brief pause.
"Would you like me to go find Rafold, or would you rather handle that matter yourself?"

Jon simply shook his head at his brother.
You really have lost your mind, haven't you, Robb?
He stood and went for the door.
"Don't worry, I'll fetch your lover, and I won't tell a soul of what has just been spoken of in this chamber. You have my word, brother." He winked and exited quickly, before Robb could scream at him for the lover comment.
He trotted off in search of Rafold. By the time he had found him, he was sure that Robb and his father were waiting for him in the dining hall, which just so happened to be right through the doors of where he was now.
The kitchen.

When Jon had come in and caught him taking some bread from the kitchen, he thought he was surely dead. But Jon only raised his brow curiously before instructing him to either scarf the bread down or find a place to store it for later, because he needed to go out those doors and meet with Lord Stark and Robb.
His back tensed at the sound of it. He didn't like where this was going. Did Ned know? Had Robb told someone? Or had someone simply find out? He put the bread down, unsure of what to even do with it. He nodded at Jon, thanked him, and went into the dining hall.
There stood Robb, in all his magnificent beauty, on his father's right side at the table. They were in deep discussion about something. Robb looked somewhat distressed, Ned looked even worse. He sorely gulped down whatever bits of bread he had gotten into his mouth before Jon had come in, and approached them.
"J-Jon said you wished to speak with me, Lord Stark?"
He bowed, low, not wanting to meet his nor Robb's gaze.

"Y-Yes, my Lord..."
He let Ned walk away, trying to understand all that had just been said to him. He gathered who was coming, but not their purpose. He then understood that he would be sending every waking moment tending to the things that Robb asked him to do for the next week. Alone time with Robb, at Robb's will.
It was only now that he risked a glance in Robb's direction. His eyes were so gentle, he baffled him. Had he been looking at him like this the whole time?
"I-uh..."
He swallowed hard, not sure what to say.
Please, God, just kill me now...

Rafold didn't mind in the least. He was actually flattered that it was bothering Robb so much that he felt the need to confide in someone about what he was feeling. It stirred inside him, whatever this feeling was, making him long to be near Robb once more.
Robb was sitting on his bed, Rafold in the chair from before. The cup he had dropped earlier was still on the floor, and this bothered him. It had to have been the steward within him.
He rose and picked up the cup, apologetic towards Robb.
"I'm sorry..."
He placed the cup on the table and stood against it, his arms in front of him, back to Robb and hips somewhat at a twist.
He was tired. So very tired from all the emotions he'd been feeling that day. All he wanted to do was lay in bed with Robb and just fall asleep in his arms.
But that wasn't going to happen.

The tone in Robb's voice was enough to make him cry once more. He hated this. The effect that he had on him. Back at home, being gay was still difficult on a person. It was hard to find someone who was openly gay or even gay at all, half the time. But here, in the time of the Game of Thrones, it was almost unspoken. If someone was gay, he tolerated a life of wedding a woman, having children, and just lived. They had no choice. And if they did do anything with their preference of gender, it would forever be a secret shared between lovers.
He turned to Robb, tears streaming down his face.
"I keep asking myself if it would be easier on me if you were acting cruel to me, rather than so understanding. I can't seem to find the answer. The pain, the utter anguish I keep feeling, regardless of any words that you have said to me up until now, is far to heavy for me to carry. Everytime I look at your beautiful face, I want to cry of both happiness and sorrow. You are the world to me, Robb Stark."
Rafold brought his arms to his chest, placed his face in his hands once more.
"I love you, Robb... With all of my heart, I love you..."

Rafold couldn't breathe. He was actually close enough to Robb to take all of him in, his smell, his touch, his warmth. He buried his face within his curls, letting his tears fall upon his neck, his skin quickly absorbing each drop. He threw his arms around him, pulling him close, refusing to let him go. He would not let him go for anything. Someone would have to pry him from his embrace.
"Ah... Robb..."
He sobbed then, letting all he was feeling shatter around him, shook in Robb's arms. There was no one he wanted more in this world. He didn't even realize it before now, how desperately he needed him. But there was just too much to bear right now.
"Gods..." he sniffled, "I wish we could just lie together... I wish you could just hold me..."
He continued to sob, nothing was stopping it right now...
"I love you, so, so dearly..."

Once again, Rafold was baffled by Robb's actions. He never ceased to amaze him this day. This very long day which had been full of tears, confusion, and now this. He laid there next to Robb, loving how close they could be, knowing they couldn't be interrupted with that wood in the way, barring the door shut from anyone trying to come in the room.
Rafold turned to his side, facing away from Robb, and found himself pulling Robb towards him, silently asking him to spoon him. They laid there for some time, then Rafold could feel himself beginning to sweat. He couldn't bear these damned clothes of the North any longer.
He sat up in the bed and began to undress himself. He kicked off his boots, which weren't nearly as elaborately designed as Robb's had been, took off the few layers he had for coats, and then even removed the undershirt he had on. Feeling much better, he laid back down on the bed, resuming his position with Robb.
He found himself scooting back into him, rubbing against his groin, without meaning to. It sent another jolt throughout his body. And while it was an accident, and he was very well aware of it, he ignored it, pretending it didn't happen. He didn't want to cause Robb anymore confusion than this was already going to cause him.