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He lived for the entertainment that the constant family drama provided, don't get him wrong. He liked observing it. Maybe even putting in his own tuppence. He liked seeing his family lacking, imperfect and unpredictable, just as they have labeled him years ago, sitting in their hypocrisy bubble.
But he was growing tired of it even before his half-sister's arrival at the Red Keep. His mother constantly persisting -- in round terms -- on him being on his best behaviour. His daily routine of rotting away in the the brothel disturbed and taken away from him. He didn't understand why she would care so much. He fully believed she gave up on him a long time ago, if she even cared in the first place. Or maybe she only cared when Rhaenyra and her brood were nearby. And they were away on their little rock for quite some time now, which would explain her lack of attention towards his conduct. However, he still didn't understand her weird obsession with his half-sister.
Until.
Until he was met with her and her misbegotten clan in the throne room that morning 6 days ago. All backs straight, all smiles pleasent, all clothes fitted to a tee.
He clearly forgot about how much better they were than him. Or was his memory a little fuzzy? To be fair, he didn't think much about his extended family since the Aemond and Lucerys incident. But there were still things he remembered.
Rhaenyra, for example. She stepped into the throne room first. She always had this specific presence about her. Elegant and confident. Naturally royal. Aegon has always felt envious about it, as his own confidence sometimes felt artificial even to him. He was jealous of many things his sister got to have and to be in her life, but he didn't want to entertain that thought much longer. Not enough wine in his system.
Daemon walked in after her. Aegon subconsciously shuffled his feet. He always felt a little uneasy around his uncle. Maybe it's because his overall demeanour. Or maybe it's because of the things he heard about him that made him a little scared. Respect mixed with fear. He was the only one who didn't bow his head before the king and stood slightly to the side. Firm in his stance but still aloof. Something unsaid hanging in the air between him and his brother. Aegon didn't care what exactly, not really.
Right behind them, three mops of brown hair appeared. Much taller than he remembered. The youngest one looking like he is able to hold a proper conversation now, not that Aegon would be interested in making that happen. Then Luke, an almost grown man now, looking like he would be able to pose a much bigger threat to Aemond than just taking his eye. And lastly, leading the little pack, Jacaerys.
Jacaerys is the nephew who Aegon remembers the most. He spent some significant time with him when they were kids, enough to form some memories. He remembers Jace following him in their free time, laughing at his jokes. Both of them more similar to each other than both of their mothers would like to admit. Maybe there was a chance to form a much more significant childhood friendship, but it was snapped away from them before it officially happened. Now it's a lost cause because they are not children anymore.
Jacearys is definitely not a child anymore. Tall and broad, just like his father. Strong build, one might say.
Aegon straightened his back.
His hair and eyes dark, but when looked at closely, you can clearly see Rhaenyra's softer Targaryen beauty underneath. Both bloodlines fighting persistently, neither wanting to step aside, resulting in a mixture extremely pleasant to look at.
Aegon frowned.
He felt his blood getting hotter. There was the same confidence in his step as in his mother's. The bastard was lucky enough to inherit it. Aegon felt a wave of jealousy flow through his body.
And it only got worse.
With each moment they stayed in the castle Aegon got more and more frustrated. It turned out that the confidence and elegance Jacaerys inherited extended beyond his looks. He spoke with it, too. He was charming everyone he came in contact with. Viserys would be swepped off his feet if they were still of use to him. He has always talked about Rhaenyra. Aegon got used to that, even though it took him some time to learn to ignore the burning pain in his chest. But now it was his grandson who got his full attention. Aegon was completely skipped over. Unnoticed. Isignificant. Helaena also fell victim to his charm. Very visibly happy when he talked to her during feasts. Or danced with her. Or when they went for a walk to the king's gardens once. Even his mother, his own mother -- the chief among spreading the bastard-propaganda -- called him prince once. In a private conversation. She has never done that before.
Aegon was furious.
He was furious, because Jacaerys used his charm on everyone except on him.
He didn't know what was happening to him. It was so out of proportion for a situation like this. He shouldn't have cared this much. It wasn't like it would be the first time he felt invisible.
He felt like everyone were just being stupid. Like he was the only one seeing that it was all just for the show, to persuade people that he is a good person, a worthy prince. It must have been like that. He was certain of it. But Aegon knew no one will believe him. No one would believe him if he said that Jacaerys looks at him weirdly. That after he greeted him when they arrived and acknowledged his existence in a toast during the first shared dinner, he decided to ignore him in the most nonchalant way possible. That he snorts with contempt at his comments, never entertaining them further. That he ignores his questions. That he looks down on him.
He shouldn't care. He doesn't care. He just wants someone to acknowledge what is happening. Nothing more.
He knows no one would believe him because he tried.
"I think Jace hates me." He told Aemond when they where on the way to their chambers after the dinner yesterday. Aemond didn't even spare him a glace.
"He hates all of us."
"No, no, no. You don't understand. He hates me more. Don't you see it? Do you see how he acts with Helaena? Gods, even with our mother?" Aemond peeked at his frantic form from the corner of his eye. "I'm the only person he completely ignores. When I walked over to him today he acted as if I was to infect him with something." Aemond looked at him briefly, up and down. "Fuck you. I'm clean. Mother wouldn't let me out of the rooms until the maids were done with me. I smell great. Here, smell me." He stepped closer to him and put his arm up but Aemond dodged his movement and pushed his hands away.
"Try to put your sticky hands on me again and I will break your fingers." He said, probably in earnest. Aegon increased the distance between them, just in case.
"Aemond, I swear." Aegon continued. "He looks at me weird, like... It's weird. Like he is hunting a prey or something. I don't know. He hates you, but he doesn't look at you like that and-"
"You drink too much wine, brother. You're seeing things." He answered. Aegon hasn't been drinking much wine this week. "Those bastards don't like us, just as much as we don't like them. But they wouldn't do anything to prejudice their mother in here." Aemond stopped, his time to make a turn into a different corridor. "As much as it pains me to say, Jacaerys is on his best behaviour. Making amends for his mother's choices and... his brother's wrongdoings. Don't make it about yourself." The conversation was over. "Goodnight, brother." Aemond walked away and disappeared behind a wall.
Aegon felt like he was going insane.
Today's feast was his breaking point.
Aegon felt like if he was to roll his eyes again they will just stay that way, rolled inside of his skull forever. Jace continued to disseminate his irresistibility left and right. However, it was much worse tonight because Jace didn't look at him weird. He didn't look at him at all. Aegon felt that if he didn't get the attention he needed soon, his dragon blood would undergo spontaneous combustion.
Aegon looked at Jace for the whole duration of the dinner, determined to get his attention. Unsuccessfully. He felt like he was sewed from sheer material.
He must be too far away. So, when the opportunity came and Lucerys got up from the table, Aegon quickly took his spot, moving the chair even closer to Jace. He emptied his cup still looking at the Velaryon. Nothing.
"Are you blind?" Aegon asked. Nothing. "Are you deaf, then?" He cocked his head to the side. He waited. His fingers drumming on his thigh. Jace took a sip of wine from his cup. "Okay. So you're just stupid, it seems." Jace sighed.
"What do you want, uncle?" He asked, still not looking at him.
"Wow. You speak. I was trying to remember if you were mute, too." No response. "Why are you acting like that?" Silence. More wine sipping. "What's your end goal here, nephew?" He turned, so that his whole body was facing Jace now. "Are you giving me some kind of punishment for something I don't remember? Are you trying to make me look stupid? Do you want me to go insane, making the whole castle fall in love with you when I'm the only one seeing you just toying with them?" The man in fron of him emptied his cup. "Look at me." Aegon moved to the edge of his seat, their knees almost touching. "Look at me." He grabbed his forearm. "Jacaerys."
Jace stood up quickly. He excused himself and left the hall at a rattling pace. Aegon watched his back, gaping. The door behind him closed. There's no way he's leaving it now. He needs to know why he's unworthy of Jace's attention.
Aegon stood up and went after him. He needed to run up a little to catch him. Fucking quick walker.
"Nephew!" He called out into the empty corridor when he saw his back.
"Jace!" He almost caught up to him.
"Jacaerys!" Jace stopped, but he didn't turn to face him. "What is your problem? Why are you acting like a wild animal? I don't ask you to like me or something, I'm just trying to understand why you hate me more than the rest of my family. From what I remember, they are the ones way more actively despising your mother, I'm not doing anything-"
Jace turned around. His face tense. Something about it made Aegon shut up instantly. Jace looked at him for a minute. The air between them heavy. Suddenly, he hurried towards him, closed the distance between them and grabbed the material of his vest. Was he about to get his ass beaten up? Aegon closed his eyes bracing himself for the punch... that hasn't come. He open his violet eyes to be immediately met with dilated pupils of brown ones, looking at him intensely. It was the first time he got to take a closer look at his nephew. A very close look. He could see little freckles at the bridge of his nose and long dark lashes casting a shadow on his cheeks in the dim light of the corridor. Very pretty. He didn't have time to entertain that thought, though, because Jace captured his lips in a kiss.
Oh. Oh.
All of the sudden he felt everything and nothing, all at once. The anger and jealousy that have been growing inside of him for days came to the surface and swallowed him whole, but at the same time -- disappeared completely.
When Jace placed a hand at the nape of his neck and grabbed his hair, he felt a wave of heat hit his body. It was electric. In that moment Aegon understood how stupid he was. Absolute idiot.
Jace pushed him backwards until his back landed on the wall with a dull thump. Aegon gasped. "This is my problem, uncle. As this," he grabbed his waist harshly and pushed his leg between Targaryen boy's thighs, "is all I can think of when I look at you. And this," Jace grinded his hips making their groins rub against each other. Aegon moaned being caught off guard by his nephew's movement. Definitely the intended reaction, "is all I can think of when you open your stupid mouth." Jace ended his sentence with mouth hovering closely to his ear. Lips brushing against his skin. The desire making itself known by the heat imitating from his whole body.
"I wouldn't say it's as big of a problem as you make it out to be." He breathed and ran his fingers through his nephew's hair, making his eyes flutter. "Gods, all of this farce because you find your uncle hot and-"
"It's not that I think you're hot." He interrupted. "It's that I feared I would throw myself at you and fuck you in front of our whole family if I didn't keep the respectable distance."
"The respectable distance?" Aegon laughed. "Oh, you're so noble, my prince." Aegon said almost into Jace's mouth, going for another kiss. He tried to ignore the blush that creeped onto his cheeks when he imagined the situation Jace brought up. That would be quite a show. He buckled his hips making Jace hiss at the contact.
"Aegon."
"What? I don't see our family anywhere nearby." He kissed his jaw and started nibbling at his neck. "Even though I wouldn't mind them looking, it sounds kind of-"
"Aegon, if you don't stop now..."
"Then what? You leave your nobility behind my chambers' door and show me some good time?" He grabbed his shoulders and squeezed the muscles, investigating. "If the answer is yes, don't expect me to stop." He looked into his eyes. He could see the last of control evaporating.
"Fine, then." He stepped away. Aegon already missed tha contact. But not for long, as Jace grabbed his hand and pulled him in the direction of Aegon's chambers. They were closer.
When the door behind them closed, his back was against it in seconds. Passionate and hungry kisses consuming them both. Their hands roaming everywhere, taking off clothes and investigating every surface. When they were only in their undergarments Aegon shoved Jace deeper into the room. He pushed him onto the bed and straddled his hips. He kissed him again and without wasting any time, started rolling his hips chasing his own pleasure. Jace grabbed his ass, squeezed harshly and pushed him down making him moan from the friction caused by different angle.
"You're not even naked and you already sound like a whore."
Aegon laughed throwing his head back but whining when Jace repeated the movement.
"Who would have thought, nephew. Such a good boy like you making such dirty comments. How do you know what sounds whores make? What would your mother say if she knew her little pure prince visits brothels in his free time?"
Jace sat up and swiftly turned them around, landing between his legs and immediately grinding down. He grabbed his neck and squeezed lightly. His other hand falling down between them and staring massaging his dick through the fabric.
"And what would your mother say if she knew her first-born son is whining under his sister's bastard?" He bit his lower lip. Aegon tasted blood. "Hmm?"
"Jace, please." He murmured, hands wandering Jacaerys' chest and stomach.
"Please what?" He smiled leaving a trail of kisses starting from Aegon's face and going down.
"Touch me. Skin to skin. Now." He ordered, his voice breathy. Jace only laughed, but he kissed his way down to his stomach. He took off the last of Aegon's clothes and Aegon didn't have to wait long, because Jace took the head of his flushed cock between his lips and sucked. Aegon arched his back and buried a hand in his curls. Jace took it as an encouragement and took his whole length into the warmth of his mouth. "Fuck, so good. Jace, you're so good." He moaned and looked down. Jace looking up at him with his cock in his mouth. Hair messy. Eyes teary. Filthy. Intoxicating. He will think about this for a long time.
Jace took his dick out of his mouth with a pop and came back up to kiss him. He took off his briefs swiftly and Aegon has never been so excited to see a cock in his life. He licked his lips when Jace spit in his hand stroked himself.
"There's oil next to the bed." He said and adjusted himself on the pillows. Jace laughed, low and sexy. It made Aegon's stomach do a flip. He felt like a virgin for a second. What his nephew does to his head is absolutely disgusting. He hasn't been so turned on in a while.
"Of course there is." He said teasingly. Aegon rolled his eyes.
"I'm a big boy, I have my needs." He said observing Jace's movements. How his muscles flexed when he was reaching for the bottle. He put some oil on his hand and stroke his dick again. Then he positioned himself so that he could take both of their lengths in his hand and stroke them together. They were both breathing heavily looking down. Aegon played with Jace's hair. Hot air between them, sweet and sticky. It was good, it was so good but...
"Gods, I want to fuck you." Jace growled. There was silence between them for a moment.
"Then do it."
"What?"
"Fuck me, then."
"Have you ever..."
"No. But I want you to fuck me." He jerked his hips, thrusting into Jace's hand. Not enough. "I need you to fuck me." Jace looked at him for maybe a second before kissing him again. He let go of their cocks, grabbed Aegon's tights and pulled them higher up. Aegon spread his legs wider and adjusted himself. Jace grabbed the oil again and covered his fingers in it. He threw the bottle aside and stopped to look at him. The way those dark, dark brown eyes looked at him made him shiver.
"You're so beautiful, Aegon." He kissed his knee. "You're perfect. Spread out like that, just for me." He bit the soft flesh on his inner thigh. Aegon had to suppress the moan. He touched the rim of his entrance, massaged it for a moment and slid the first finger in. Aegon bit his lip when Jace started curling it. He added second finger and started scissoring them. He was kissing and sucking all over his body.
It was new and exciting, maybe a little uncomfortable. He wasn't sure if he liked the feeling of being fingered at first, but then Jace curled his fingers and pressed something inside of him that made him moan in a way he was sure he has never done before. If they weren't already reddish, his cheeks would blush when he heard the sound that escaped his mouth. Jace looked at him, intrigued. Clearly he liked what he heard. Aegon shivered again when he looked in Jace's eyes. Pure want.
"You liked that?" He asked, but he already knew the answer. He moved his fingers again and continued to make the same movement over and over again. Aegon's mouth fell open in a silent moan. He forgot he was supposed to breath for a moment. He grabbed Jace's wrist to stop his movements and took a deep shaky breath.
"Wait, wait... please, give me a moment. Fuck, please." He whined. Jace's eyes were glued to his face. Observing him closely.
His head fell back. What the fuck. He felt so vulnerable. Normally, he hated feeling like that. But for some reason, right then with Jace, it just felt right. He felt safe. And good. So fucking good. Gods, was he really missing out on so much fun for so many years? There were so many new feelings. He felt dizzy.
Jace stared kissing his neck. He let go of his wrist.
"Okay. Move."
"You sure?"
"Yeah." He breathed. Jace kissed his lips briefly.
"At your service, princess." He smirked kissing the corner of his lips and stared moving his fingers again. Aegon's breath hitched at the nickname.
"Fuck you." He said, but it came out rather faintheartedly, as his hips buckled up. His body betraying him, admitting that he did, in fact, like it. Jace only smiled and added the third finger. He worked him open, continuing kissing and sucking on his skin.
Aegon liked the feeling of being full more with each passing second. Jace's fingers were moving perfectly. So capable. Aegon whimpered like a cheap whore, pushing his hips down, trying to chase the sweet pleasure. He absolutely lost himself in Jace. Why his body was reacting that strongly? He would find it really embarrassing if the only thing in his head wasn't more, more, Jace, more.
"Please, fuck me. Jace, please, please fuck me-" The last two words got stuck in a moan when Jace removed his fingers.
"What do you need, princess?" He grabbed his thighs, positioning himself.
"Need your cock. Fuck, Jacaerys, plea-" He choked on his words because Jace moved his hips and thrusted deep into him. Aegon frantically grabbed the sheets. He didn't wait for Aegon to adjust fully. He started moving. Slowly at first, but it didn't take long for him to start slamming into him with full force.
"You feel so good. So tight. So good for me." Aegon tangled his fingers in his nephew's hair, he tried to pull him into a kiss but their open mouths could only brush against each other. "So pretty. Taking me so good."
Aegon turned into a whimpering mess under him. He couldn't form any coherent thoughts, overwhelmed by pleasure. "Harder, fuck me harder, Jace, Jace, please please please." Words were escaping his mouth incoherently. But Jace listened. He changed the angle and started thrusting even harder.
"Everything for you, my pretty princess." Jace grabbed his neck and squeezed the sides. Aegon's back arched and his body spasmed. He spilled all over his stomach seconds after. He felt the heat in every part of his body. Jace still pounded into him at relentless pace. Aegon cried out from growing overstimulation, tears falling from the corners of his eyes. He dug his nails in Jace's back and scratched down. Jace moaned, his thrusts getting erratic. He spilled inside of him moaning Aegon's name. He collapsed on top of the boy and buried his head in the crook of his neck, panting. Aegon was playing with his hair until both of their breaths calmed down.
Jace lifted his head after some time and looked at him. Aegon was forced to open his eyes, feeling that he's being stared at. When he did, Jace smiled at him and kissed him, and when Jace's hand cupped his cheek he melted completely. After exchanging a couple lazy kisses, Jace parted their lips and Aegon subconsciously chased the touch. Velaryon boy slipped from his body to lay next to him. Silent whine left silver-haird boy's mouth at the feeling of emptiness in his hole. He looked down at the mess on his stomach. He bit his lip fixated on how hot that was. But it didn't last long, as Jace cleaned him with one of the sheets and threw it on the ground. He grabbed his waist and pulled him closer.
They laid in comfortable silence, Aegon mindlessly scratching Jace's arm that was laying on his stomach.
"Can I stay?" Jace's words seemed to come out quieter than he intended. Brown eyes scanning his face for an answer. He was lying there naked, being fucked mere moments ago, but it was only now that he felt exposed. Like the walls he has built around him were shattered. Just like that. Just because some stupid doe-like eyes were staring at him, asking him a question that wasn't required of him. Just because he wanted to stay. Aegon's head was spinning. There was so much to unpack, he didn't even know where to start. So he leaned closer to the brown-haired boy and kissed his lips. Much more gently than any kisses they shared tonight.
"If you must."
He spoke sarcastic words, but the tone underneath soft. Jace smiled. It was the first time is his life when Aegon felt truly seen.