He only found Myron the next day. The shorter boy saw him too and tried to scamper off to avoid him. Jon had no patience for that though.
"Myron!" He commanded, making him freeze in place. "Come with me."
Then he walked away to somewhere private, knowing that he'll be obeyed.
Myron approached him nervously as Jon stood there, patting his horse.
"Jon, about yesterday. That was so sudden, and I got distracted."
He could tell that if he did not take the conversation in hand, it would just devolve into rambling.
"I have to apologise to you, Myron."
"You do?" He was startled.
"Yes." Jon met his eyes. "I truly did only intend to help you. But I made too many assumptions. I had to find it out the hard way, but I have finally realised the truth."
Myron went pale.
"That you're gay."
"What's gay?"
"Right, you have no polite term for it, I suppose. I mean a sword-swallower. Or pillow-biter. Or boy-lover. Heck, I don't know what it's called. I mean that you're a man that's attracted to other men."
"Oh, yes, that's true. I'm a man!' Myron sounded weirdly relieved. "And attracted to men." He confessed more shyly.
"Look, there's nothing wrong with that." Jon assured him. "Despite what people might say. But if anyone found out at the Wall, I can't say that it'd end well for you."
"It cannot be that bad?"
"It can definitely be that bad. I don't know what your situation is, but if you want some help, you can go to Winterfell and say that Jon sent you, and they will help you. You don't need to join the Watch."
He shook her head.
"I have come too far in search of a purpose. I can't just leave now, but thank you."
Jon sighed and put his hand on the shorter boy's shoulders. He blushed at the contact, but Jon refused to treat him differently for his sexual orientation.
"Very well. I admire your courage. They might not know it, but the Nights Watch should be honoured to have someone so brave serve in it."
The word brave in regards to Myron tickled his subconscious a bit, but Jon ignored it. He was confused enough with so many missing memories already.
They returned to the camp which was starting to resume their journey north. Jon mounted his horse and Myron climbed onto the carriage while looking at him bashfully.
There's no way people won't notice this.
Two days later all thoughts of gay friends left his head as he looked at the structure before him.
"What the fuck is this?"
"It's a vertical structure. I think they call it a wall." One of the recruits mocked him. He was too confused to punish the man for it.
"This is barely 30 ft tall. The Winterfell walls are taller than this!"
"Well, yes. But this wall goes across 300 miles. Just how tall do you want it to be?"
Jon looked at the wall and wondered how he could explain that he was expecting a massive 700 ft monstrous ice structure. Not this joke of a wall that wouldn't stop the Night King for 5 measly minutes!
His horse trotted to the castle in front of him and its gates opened to let them in.
Jon spent the next couple days in Castle Black's library reading the books about the Wall, or meditating trying to remember every information about it.
There was no mention of the Others. The rangers only blew their horns twice, no third horn for the undead. The histories were all about how multiple king's built the structure over centuries with no mention of giants or magic. The Others still existed as a concept, but not one that every Northerner was familiar with. People did not swear things like 'the Others take you'. There were still old tales of a very long night and ice demons that rode ice spiders, but it was not considered an extinction level event like the Long Night.
Part of him was ecstatic that there might really be no White Walkers anymore. The rest of him thought it too good to be true.
His musings were interrupted as there was a knock at his door. It wasn't locked so he called out "Come in!".
Myron entered, looking very uncomfortable. Jon didn't need to wonder why that was, he could clearly see him holding his wet coat and trying to keep his wet shirt from his skin.
"Myron." He sighed. "Who did that?"
"Uh. Just an accident." He deflected.
Ever since he had sequestered himself into either the library or his room, some of the recruits had taken to bullying the effeminate guy. But throwing water on someone in the freezing North was rather extreme. He would have to find out who did that.
"What do you need?"
Myron took his eyes off of Jon's naked chest.
"Some extra clothes? I will return them once mine are dry."
"I will get you something." He got up to rummage through his luggage.
"So, why aren't you wearing a shirt?" Myron asked.
"The cold doesn't bother me as much as it does other people. Now please stop staring."
He blushed and looked away. Jon held the coat out to him and he came closer and grabbed it. But Jon did not let go.
"Jon?"
"You know, Myron? I have been re-evaluating a lot of things that I had been taking for granted."
Jon grabbed Myron's chest.
He, or perhaps she, squeaked and took a few steps back.
"Myron. What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"What do you mean?" She said, ignoring her blush.
Jon looked at her breasts as an answer, and the girl turned entirely pink. He remembered the wet fabric of her shirt, feeling as uncomfortable as his growing boner.
"There's a towel on the bed. If you don't know what I mean, why don't you take your shirt off and dry yourself?"
He watched as she tried to quickly take her wet shirt off and put on the dry one, while trying to hide the cloth around her chest.
Jon grabbed her hand midway.
"I told you to dry yourself first, didn't I?" He asked, casually ignoring their shared state of undress, and looked at her chest bindings.
"Did I not?" He repeated.
"You did." She squeaked.
He handed her the towel and commanded. "Now dry yourself."
She rubbed the small towel over soft, pale skin and Jon cursed himself. How did he never realise her sex. Just what else was he still blind to?
Once she was done, Jon walked over to the door and locked it. Then he pulled her closer and looked into her eyes. He didn't want anyone to overhear them, so he whispered.
"Don't you understand how dangerous this is? What could have happened to you? Have you never heard of the Brave Danny Flint?"
A glint of defiance returned to her eyes.
"I have. And I decided to take that risk."
Anger came over Jon and he threw the girl on his bed, then climbed over her.
"You fool." He hissed out. "That's a cautionary tale, not a how-to guide to follow!"
Her breathing grew quicker at their proximity, but she still bit out.
"Well you don't know what my life was like in Vale. My mother is dead, carried off by the clans, raped who knows how many times. What else did I have than to wait live a life of fear, waiting until it was my turn to become their plaything. At least now I have a purpose in the Nights Watch!"
Jon didn't know what to say to that. He had no idea that things were that bad in the region of Vale she lived in. There had to be some kind of a mistake, right?
Tired, he tried to get off of her, but the girl grabbed his hand.
"I'm sorry for lying to you, even when you helped me so many times."
Her hands moved from his hand to his shoulders, pulling him closer, then roaming over the hard muscles of his chest.
"So please don't leave me."
Jon kissed her, and she kissed back. His hands roamed over her skin, grabbing on to the chest wrap and tearing it off of her.
She moaned into his mouth at the roughness, and again when Jon grabbed her breasts. He trailed kisses down her neck and his knee rubbed against her crotch.
She let out a whine and Jon had to put a hand to her mouth to shut her up. She bit it, so he hissed in pain and scolded her to "Be silent."
He bit her neck in revenge, then got up to take his pants off.
She saw what he was doing and unbuckled her own pants. Jon helped her out of them the rest of the way, and then he was on her again.
He kissed her furiously, then made his way down her body, through her breasts and her navel, to her vagina. Then used his tongue to dig into her folds till she orgasmed.
"I have been told that that's called a Lord's Kiss."
He commented as he watched her pant in ecstasy.
"It was.. something. Wow."
Jon grabbed her by the waist, then turned her around till she was on her hands and knees and lined his dick against her slit. He bent over, thrusting forward, and they moaned together as he penetrated her.
He pulled back then went in again, inserting more and more of his prodigious length into her, before her hands couldn't hold her weight and her face was buried into the mattress.
Then Jon started thrusting as she moaned into the mattress. Before long, he had her cumming again as he finally got the entirety of his dick inside of her.
He could no longer hold when she started cumming for the third time and pulled out of her, just in time to come over her ass.
He helped her get clean, then pulled her close so they could snuggle.
"Myron wasn't your real name, was it?"
"No, of course not." She laughed. "I am Mya. Mya Stone."
"Fuck me."