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Post by Zirin on Jun 27, 2012 21:38:35 GMT -4
J'degar was not entirely a morning person. It was not that he was extraordinarily grumpy in the morning, it was just that he was rather slow to wake up. In fact, he would have been content to sleep for a few more hours if he hadn't begun to feel uncomfortable. Something was off. The first thing his slowly stirring mind noticed was that his back was sore, abnormally so in fact, and he quickly realized that what he was lying on was not his rather comfortable bed, but the stone floor, with only a rug between his body and the ground.
The second thing he noticed, and the thing causing his half-asleep mind to question most, was the all too familiar feeling of a warm body in his arms. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms tighter, pulling the leaner frame closer to his body and enjoying the contact of skin on skin. There had been a flight then? Yes, the other topaz, that's right. Things slowly began to click into place, but there was still something off. J'degar had experienced numerous flights in his life, and despite the obvious warmth of a bed mate, J'degar didn't feel sexually satisfied. In fact, he realized with a slight grimace, he felt rather terrible, as if he had held himself back all night. That didn't make any sense... shuffling a bit in confusion, it was then he realized that he, or rather both of them, were still half-clothed. Iro!
The brownrider groaned to himself as the memories slowly began returning; recalling that it had been Syphraelth's will that had kept his rider from causing a terrible accident. Is she...? He sought his dragon, feeling the brown rouse long enough to answer him with a brief Fine? Yes. before curling back up next to the young topaz, feeling rather protective. Giving a light sigh of relief, J'degar took a moment to think. Finally, he cuddled closer and rested his chin on Iro's shoulder so he could whisper into the weyrling's ear, too sore to actually get up just yet. Besides, maybe this would teach the idiot to avoid flightlusting riders in the future.
"I hope you like punishment,” His voice was low and gravelly, but oddly calm about waking up with his best friend-turned-weyrling. "We're both in a lot of trouble.”
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Post by Elessar on Jun 27, 2012 21:55:19 GMT -4
Iro'ris was not at all a morning person. It had been of some trouble, since, as a cook, he had to be up early, but over the years he had gradually grown accustomed to early hours. After his stands Impression, however, the work was harder, the hours longer, and the Topaz Weyrling took each and every opportunity he could take to sleep in, since he needed his rest. Granted, he rarely got the chance, since a Weyrling's schedule was so busy.
But for some reason, this morning was different. Nobody was yelling for him to get his arse out of the barracks, or to do chores, or... wait. That was what was wrong. Saekath's voice wasn't blasting in his head, ordering him to wake up and feed her, bathe her, oil her, make them perfect. With that jarring thought, Iro'ris' brain kicked into gear, and he noted that, first of all, he wasn't even in the barracks, and he was sleeping with someone. However, despite the warmth at his back, he wasn't sexually satisfied. Something was wrong, here. And then everything came rushing back as a familiar groan reached his ears. J'degar.
Shards! Saekath! There was something about Weyrlings and dragons and not having sex that he should have remembered, but... he still had (some) clothes on, and when he reached out to his dragon, he was met with a low hiss. You think the trifling you did would cause me to between? I am stronger than that, CrazyStupidMine![/color] Iro winced, but Saekath only curled into a tighter ball, letting Syphraelth curl next to her. She rested her tiny chin on his large paw and closed her eyes, completely content to simply go back to sleep and leave her rider to his punishment.
Iro'ris was rather shocked when J'degar cuddled closer, but he grinned at the words whispered in his ear. That was the Gar he knew! "I know," he murmured back, moving closer to his best friend-slash-Weyrlingmaster. He didn't want to get up. He just wanted to cuddle with J'degar forever. Besides, he was still sore, and the extra rest would be welcome.
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Post by Zirin on Jun 27, 2012 22:10:21 GMT -4
Well, Iro cuddling closer was not the effect Gar had been hoping for... then again when did the weyrling ever do what J'degar told him to do. In fact, if he had just listened for once then the two of them wouldn't be in this mess. After all, J'degar had tried to get rid of Iro the night before, and the ex-cook was simply too stubborn or naive to have understood.
Growling, J'degar finally untangled himself from his bedmate and stood up, hissing a bit at the discomfort before stretching, his muscles rippling. "I don't think I have ever been so sore after a flight before." He commented as he stood, rather annoyed that, with all the trouble this would cause, he hadn't even accomplished the purpose of flightlust. He knew it was for the best, but he hated feeling so terrible!
"You say you know, but if you had, you would have heeded my warnings last night." He grumbled. In truth, he was horribly worried about the consequences. It didn't matter that the queenling was fine; they had broken an important rule, one that could cost him his job. Well, somehow he doubted it would be that serious, but the possibility was there. Without a care for the other man's sanity, J'degar simply dropped his pants, quickly stepping out of the clothing that remained and looked down at Iro. "Don't think you can lazy about all day. We have laps to run and training to do before you get to rejoin your classmates in the barracks." He paused, reaching for a towel. "Well, I don't care what you do right now, but I need to soak."
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Post by Elessar on Jun 27, 2012 22:18:42 GMT -4
Iro knew J'degar wouldn't be happy with him moving closer, and was not surprised when the man stood up. The Weyrling winced, and closed his eyes. This was all his fault. Gar was going to hate him now, he just knew it, and it wasn't fair! After all, nothing bad had happened!
Rolling onto his hands and knees, head hanging, hair falling limply across his eyes, Iro'ris sighed. He was a man grown, and couldn't even have sex? He winced at J'degar's comment, and sat on his knees before also standing. He had always been shorter than his friend, but now he felt tiny and vulnerable, and wouldn't be surprised is J'degar hit him, or threw him out. What came next was not what he expected.
"I..." He started to say something, but wrinkled his brows in confusion, and then closed his eyes as J'degar dropped trou, but not fast enough to escape seeing. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I know we broke the rules and, well, it's all my fault and I should have just listened, but I was so confused!" Keeping his eyes closed tightly, to avoid looking, he lapsed into silence. Soak? Oh, like a bath. Iro'ris' did feel incredibly sore... "A soak... would be nice," he admitted, reopening his eyes, but focusing them anywhere but on J'degar.
He went to loosen his own pants, but found that he was only in a tunic. How had he not noticed that before? A blush spread across his entire face and down his neck before he turned and removed his tunic. "Um... any idea where my pants are?"
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Post by Zirin on Jun 27, 2012 22:51:08 GMT -4
J'degar simply stared down as Iro began moving, for a moment feeling guilty about the way he was acting. It was likely the man's first time and.. what the hell was he saying? Iro was a man grown, there was no way this was his first time waking up next to someone, especially the way the ex-cook downed fellis! First flight, perhaps, but Iro would get over it.
"Listen you, and listen well. Your dragon's sanity, her life, was on the line last night. That was all that mattered. She's alive, and as far as Syphraelth has told me she is well. I suggest you go out of you way to stay in the barracks next time a dragon rises or you may not be so lucky." In the end, Gar had woken up with men before, and while he didn't quite swing that way, the idea didn't bother him either. He had long since gotten used to it anyways. He did, however, groan and rub his temples as they both realized Iro's pants were missing. If that were true, and a quick unintentional glance confirmed it, then J'degar must have... oh Faranth he had hadn't he? The memories rang loud and clear in his mind and caused him to look away in embarassment.
"Ignore your pants for now and just get in the tub." He grumbled, looking about the room in search of said garment (mostly to ignore Iro) and finding all too quickly that they had somehow ended up on top of his cabinet. How odd! He glanced back at Iro in order to toss him a towel.
"Hm. You may want to consider wearing your jacket today. Last thing we need is everyone noticing your hickeys." And with that, he quickly made his way into the private bathing room, once again glad his weyrlingmaster status brought such a perk.
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