3 - [I] trusted [you]? For the fic prompt? If it isn't too much trouble?
âMartin,â Jon says, sounding scandalized and a bit breathless. âI trusted you!â
Martinâs hands, still on Jonâs sides from where heâd been tickling him a moment before, press down ever so gently. âSorry,â Martin says, sounding not remotely sorry at all. âI just- I couldnât resist.â
Jonâs scowl is rather like that of a cat whose favorite armchair has been stolen.
Martin laughs, just once, before moving his hands down to Jonâs hips and pulling him slightly closer to him. âSorry,â he repeats, fondness dripping from his voice like honey. âYou just... you get this little crinkle on your nose when you laugh, right here--â
Martin presses a quick kiss to Jonâs nose.
â--and itâs really quite adorable.â
Jon makes a disgruntled noise. âI am not,â he says firmly, ânor have I ever been adorable.â
âOkay, not true,â Martin says casually before sliding his hands back up to Jonâs sides and tickling him again.
Jonâs laughter rings through the safehouse, like bells and birdsong and every lovely sound Martin can think of. âMartin,â he says, and Martin has a few seconds to enjoy the small wrinkle on Jonâs nose before Jon rests his forehead on Martinâs shoulder, little bubbles of laughter escaping him even after Martinâs hands still and return to Jonâs hips.
âSee?â Martin says, the affection curling within him making him a bit giddy. âAdorable.â
âYouâre a menace,â Jon says into the fabric of Martinâs jumper. âA cruel and unjust boyfriend.â Jon raises his head, his lips curled in a pout. It lasts only a moment before his mouth folds into a smile, warm and uninhibited and breathtakingly beautiful. âWhat on Earth am I going to do with you?â
Martin hums and opens his mouth to speak, but whatever heâd been about to say is swallowed by a giggle as Jon moves his hands to Martinâs sides and tickles him with a vengeance.
âJon!â











