Afterwards a Shock

Writers: Avery, Miriah
Date Posted: 31st May 2017

Characters: A'vel, J'ackt
Description: A'vel wakes up after Tsogath's flight and discovers who won.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 10, day 23 of Turn 8

J'ackt

Inside the flight cot, A'vel was stirring. The exertion of holding
onto Tsogath, making sure she came home, making sure they didn't
panic, had been difficult on him and wore him out. As he drifted back
to awareness he immediately reached out for her.

Zith had flown Tsogath well and the young green had exulted in the
feeling of mating with the bronze dragon. He'd brought Tsogath down
and the green wanted to stay curled around him forever, luxuriating in
the feeling of drowsing agaisnt him while being protected and
well-flown.

She was content. More importantly, she was still with him.

A'vel sighed in relief. If she was still here and content, that meant
nothing had gone wrong.

With what? He remembered there was a reason he'd been scared, and so
tightly twined with her. It was when she'd - with her flight...

**Shards!** As soon as the thought about the flight manifested in his
mind, he felt awareness of his body return. How he felt sore in - in
several places. Because he'd done things. Things he didn't want to
think about it.

**Tsogath is okay, so...we did okay,** he rationalized to himself.
They were fine. He'd survived the flight.

And now he felt morbid curiosity. Who was it? He was torn between
wanting to roll over and look, and to stay right here. Maybe they were
gone. Maybe they'd left.

J'ackt stretched slowly as his mind cleared from the fog of mating
lust. He gave a soft groan, his arms going over his head as he
relished the full body stretch and opened his eyes slowly. He stared
at the ceiling and gave a half smile; Zith had won again. He could
feel the bronze's contentment as he wrapped around Tsogath with
satisfaction.

Tsogath. J'ackt blinked. Male rider. He went still and slowly turned
his head towards the warmth at his side. His eyes met A'vel's and his
browns shot upwards. **Feck me raw** Wrong word usage, his mind
replied. As that was exactly what he had done.

Oh, *shards*. A'vel knew this rider. The blonde hair and those
gorgeous blue eyes. He'd definitely admired the bronzerider's blue
eyes before, even as he'd been wary to get close to him, knowing the
rumors about his temper. Of course Tsogath chose bronze. Of course it
was J'ackt.

He closed his eyes, but it was too late. J'ackt knew he was awake. He
had to say something. Do something. Surely this had been drilled into
them at lessons. Uh. Uhh.

His brain was short-circuiting.

J'ackt just looked at A'vel for a moment before sitting up. He knew
who the boy was and knew that this would have been his first flight.
J'ackt went over several mental curses, ran his hand through his hair
and took a deep breath. "You hurt?" Get that out of the way first.

A'vel noticed that J'ackt was bare-chested when he sat up and it gave
him a funny feeling in his stomach to look over the young bronzerider.
A feeling that he didn't quite know how to process. Did he still want
J'ackt? Even though they'd already...even though J'ackt wouldn't want
to do the same...

The question snapped him out of it. He was sore. Very sore. Things
back there felt _very_ uncomfortable. But he didn't want to tell
J'ackt that or take a look with someone else in the room.

"I don't think I'm broken..."

"You need to go to a healer?" He swung his legs over the side of the
bed and searched for his pants. With a woman, he would have tried to
get in a second round if possible, but he had no desire to do the same
with A'vel. Zith had won, so he had to deal with this as nothing more
than a flight. But shards, if he didn't want to leave as soon as
possible.

He realized it looked like J'ackt was leaving. Leaving, instead of
trying to push him into doing him any more 'favors'. And it didn't
look like J'ackt was going to hit him for daring to be a man in his
bed.

A'vel looked down at himself, the parts not covered by furs. There
were some bruises on his lower arms. But nothing looked _too_ bad, not
like some of the times he'd been intentionally beaten by Hall boys.
Either because they thought he was going to do something like this. Or
in one case, because the boy had wanted to make A'vel do something
like this, and been furious at his refusal.

For all that J'ackt may have been enthusiastic in it and left some
evidence...he didn't seem violent. It was something.

"No, I - I think I'm fine without," he said.

"Sorry if this disappointed you and Zith," he added.

As he found his pants and rose to put them on, J'ackt shook his head.
"It didn't. It was a flight." He shrugged his shoulders. "Just not
used to waking up to a guy is all. " He fastened his pants and finally
turned to look at A'vel, one brow arched. "You sure you're good?"

"You didn't hit me, so...yeah, I'm good." If he said it enough times,
he'd convince himself, right?

J'ackt snorted. "I don't hit during flights, for feck's sake. Shards,
I'm not that fecking bad." He shook his head and bent to grab his
shirt, noticing in passing that it had been torn. He flung it over his
arm. "See you later." J'ackt turned on his heel, picked up his boots
as well, and walked out of the door without another look back.

"See you," A'vel said quietly, out of polite reflex.

Well. That had happened. They had made it. And now he was going to go
back to his weyr and lie there forever.

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