Start of Something New {Derek}

[Zirin]

It was still dark when J'degar woke, as per the norm. It took him a moment to remember what was going on, as the weight pressed against him was certainly not Assaila, since they had broken things off. So who? Oh right... Iro. Holding back a groan, Gar lifted his free hand to pinch the bridge of his nose as he pondered the events that had transpired over the last few days and finally with a quiet, tired groan to himself, he untangled himself from the other man and slid out of bed as quietly as he could.

A quiet mewl alerted him to his feline Milly, but she knew there would be no food for another few hours and Gar watched as the eyes slid shut again. Slipping into a pair of pants and his boots, J'degar tried to go about his morning ritual without waking Iro. Last thing he needed was the injured weyrling trying to get into his morning business! He was about to head out the door when he gave a guilty glance back at the topazweyrling. No doubt the man would go into hysterics if he thought Gar had run away or something sissy like that. The idiot should know better, know that Gar started his mornings early with a warm up run, followed by a good half hour of butchering animals for the newest weyrling class. Pinching the bridge of his nose again he shuffled about and left a lazy note incase Iro woke before he got back.

Sleep in, idiot. You need your rest. Will bring klah later.

It would be a few hours before a sweaty and blood covered Gar returned the weyr, with a hot skin of klah in his hand. "You better be awake by now."

[Elessar]

Iro'ris did not wake through J'degar's entire morning ritual. After the whole incident with Ka'mond, and being reprimanded by everyone and their mother, and being thread-scored on top of that... the man was pretty tired. At this point, he probably could have slept through a hurricane blowing through the Weyr, especially after the night he and J'degar had just experienced together.

He would have slept through J'degar's return as well, save for the presence in his mind that was calling for him to wake up. CrazyMine! Wake![/color] Blinking stupidly, the Weyrling nearly fell out of bed at his topaz dragon's call. Hissing in pain as his wounds were moved, he quickly detangled himself from the bed furs, trying to place where he was. As he looked around, everything came back to him at once. No, CrazyIroMine, you are not dreaming.[/color] Iro'ris wasn't so sure. Since the moment she had Impressed to him, Saekath had never called him by name. We are older now,[/color] She answered regally.

Standing, Iro shook his head. Truly, the pair had grown a lot in the past nine months. Iro'ris wasn't as unruly, and Saekath was maturing into a beautiful young dragoness with a taste for heroics. He smiled at the thought, and picked up the note J'degar had left, scanning it briefly. He was relieved that the man hadn't run out on him. As he turned to find some sort of clothing, J'degar entered, and Iro smiled. "Of course I'm awake. You think Saekath would let me sleep past your return?"

[Zirin]

The corner of his mouth quirked up in a smile for the briefest of moments. "Don't forget you're still on a weyrling's schedule Iro'ris. You should have been... dressed by now." he wasn't quite sure how to act around Iro now, so he defaulted to a mildly professional tone. His eyes glanced at him only briefly before he looked away. He didn't need a reminder, not yet, it still needed to sink in a bit more. Walking into the room, J'degar handed the weyrling a mug of klah on his way past before grabbing a towel and working to clean himself off.

"Hows the scores?" He finally asked after a moment glancing back only to notice once more how underdressed Iro was. Glancing about he pointed at a nearby drawer as he started sorting through the skins and records he would spend the rest day working on. "I don't know if anything I have will fit you, but there's pants in there." Giving Iro some privacy simpyl by not looking, J'degar leaned over the desk and began looking over some of his work, klah in hand and too lazy to move the last few feet to sit in a chair.

[Elessar]

"If I wasn't still on a Weyrling's schedule, Saekath wouldn't have woken me up," Iro grumbled, accepting the mug of klah with a murmured thanks. Sipping the warm klah, he noticed that J'degar couldn't seem to look at him. In return, Iro averted his eyes, a faint blush tinging his cheeks. He wasn't really sure how he should act.

Thankfully, Gar asked a question, which gave him something to do other than stand there naked, drinking klah. "They're... sore," he admitted, frowning. The last thing he needed was to be injured, but that was how the thread had fallen... so to speak. Iro glanced at the drawer J'degar pointed to, and opened it. Sorting through a few pairs of pants, he found what looked like an older pair, and pulled them on. They didn't fit all that great, but at least he wasn't naked.

"What are you working on?" Iro asked, moving to stand behind the Weyrlingmaster. "Planning those private lessons you're going to be giving me?" He teased, placing one hand on the elder man's side. The private lessons were for betweening, but Iro had the gift to make anything sound dirty, and after last night... well, there might be two kinds of "private lessons" going on.

[Zirin]

It seemed they were both feeling mildly uncomfortable this morning, though Gar couldn't understand what had Iro feeling unsure; he had expected theyounger man to be peppy and gung ho. J'degar wondered briefly if Iro remembered where the numbweed and fellis was but figured the idiot had probably forgotten and quickly mumbled directions, his attention mostly on the skin. He listened as Iro went about finding clothes and glanced over as the weyrling stood beside him, snorting at how rediculous Iro looked in the slightly-too-big pants.

As the question and perverted comment, J'degar opened his mouth to tell Iro that he was going over the list of the newest weyrlings so he could look into their backgrounds a bit, but instead of that coming out J'degar said something else entirely. "Yes, I assume you're free to begin tonight?" Somehow, J'degar managed to keep a deadpanned expression as he spoke, keeping eye contact with the weyrling as if he hadn't said something that seemed so.. out of character.

[Elessar]

How J'degar kept such a smooth face, Iro would never know. His own eyes crinkled in a sort of silent smile, but remained locked on J'degar's. His mind raced through a dozen different answers, but he settled on playing along, instead of something more out there. He was standing on ice, and if he moved too quickly, it would break. "Of course," he answered. "I'm free to begin now, if you would like, sir."

His eyes danced. If J'degar was going to play it professional to put off feeling uncomfortable, so would Iro'ris. The feeling of being uncomfortable, or our of place, was mutual, but it wasn't something Iro enjoyed. He wanted the both of them to adjust to this new start in their relationship so they could get on with it. "Awkward" was not a word that Iro liked, and tried to avoid at all costs. Setting down his cup of klah, he placed both of his hands on J'degar's waist. "When would you care to start?"

[Zirin]

Now that got a reaction, a brief widening of the eyes. Iro'ris never called him Sir, even during lessons getting Iro to give him the proper respect was a headache and half, and yet here the man was, vocally submitting to him. He swallowed, his body reacting despite his best attempts to ignore the subtle undertones of what Iro was doing. For the first time, J'degar realized how dangerous Iro really could be.

"You can begin by explaining why you're better behaved in here than during lessons." He replied, keeping his face as neutral as possible as his sides twitched against the touch. Straightening up, he made sure to continue holding the eye contact as his hands moved to rest over Iro's. He wasn't comfortable with this, not at all, but he wasn't going to be the one to back down and run away; he had his pride to protect after all. Clearly the best course of action would be to have Iro back down first.

"I'm going to assume you're much too distracted for between right now." He should have been trying to find a way out of this but... shards how could he willingly drag himself away when Iro was calling him Sir? That just tickled him in all the right ways! Playing along was the only option. Surely Iro would chicken out first, "We will start now, with a review. Give me a show."