A Moment At The Party (PG-17)

Writers: Avery, Devin
Date Posted: 20th October 2017

Characters: V'rel, T'lin, Neria, Minniki
Description: Vatirel and Tyselin have an interesting party.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 13, day 27 of Turn 8
Rating: PG-17

T'lin

Vatirel wouldn't miss the party at the beach for anything. He was
always looking forward to the next chance to celebrate life and
living. Hatchings were his favorite, though Turnover wasn't bad
either. This one wasn't either of those, a less formal event for
integrating the River Bluff folk into the Dolphin Cove family.

It wasn't his only goal of the night to seduce at least one River
Bluff person and show them the meaning of a good time, but it was
something he wouldn't object to doing if the right transferring man or
woman was available. Why not check out all of the new options?

But before he could do that, he wanted to get the night started by
sharing an ale with some good friends. Pairing off would come later.
He finished changing into comfortable cut-off pants and a loose
sleeveless top - one he wouldn't mind too much if it got lost on the
beach during enthusiastic drinking, dancing, or flying on the ground.
Then he began to stroll down to the beach, looking for Tyselin as he
went.

Tyselin had been scanning for his friend and jumped up the moment he
spotted him. "Tir, over here!" Some of their friends had grabbed a
table and the drinks were already flowing.

Vatirel took a seat at the table and grinned at Tyselin. "Ty, how are
you?"

He reached out and snagged a drink without checking what it was,
spluttering when he took a sip. "Who got the red punch? Ugh."

"That's what you get for taking someone else's drink." Tyselin shook a
finger at him. He wanted to act normal, but all he could think about
was how good it felt to kiss Vatirel, to touch him all over, to watch
his face as he came undone. **Shards, I'm not even drunk yet.**

"What's in _your_ glass then?" Vatirel asked as he sat down the
offending one and looked over the other glasses. He was looking
forward to feeling the warm flush of alcohol and then the dancing.

"Liquor mixed with juice." Tyselin handed his glass over.

Vatirel reached out to take it as his fingers brushed Tyselin's. The
warmth of the contact of their fingers sent a shock through him and he
was suddenly reminded of their encounter after Panitath's Rising.
Suddenly a wicked impulse struck him. He lifted the glass to his lips
and took a large sip, lingering on the swallow before he took the
glass away. Then he spotted a stray drop on the rim and he licked it
off. Only then did he pass the glass back to Tyselin.

"Mm, good," he said.

Tyselin managed to set the glass down before pulling Vatirel close. "I
want to see how good it tastes from your lips," he said an inch away
from Vatirel's mouth before leaning in to kiss him.

Vatirel was briefly taken aback - he hadn't expected his teasing
escalation to go anywhere past making Tyselin a little uncomfortable.
But he wasn't going to complain about the close contact, so he parted
his lips and let Tyselin explore his mouth as he wished. If this was
how they were going to play the game…

"What? When did this happen?" Lairel stared at them.

"Oh I'd say right around when Panitath Rose." Minniki smiled and took
a drink of her wine.

Tyselin finally pulled away. "So good." He licked his lips to emphasize it.

Neria's eyes followed the pair as they kissed long and deep, moving
from sharing the wine to something clearly more intense. "Is this show
going to _remain_ public?"

Tyselin gave her a lazy smile. "Would you like it to?" He still had a
hand on Vatirel's waist, not wanting to break the contact.

"Uh, yes? The two hottest men in our friend group sharing liquor like
that?" Neria looked at them like they were crazy for questioning it.

"I think we could arrange it," Vatirel said, smirking at her
flirtatiously because she expected it, even though he felt a faint
irritation. If it was an extended wherry game he could stick to
public, but if this wasn't just teasing…

**He's never been into you before, it's just teasing,** he thought,
trying to not get his hopes up too far.

"So what drink's next?" he challenged.

Part of Tyselin wanted to run off somewhere private with Vatirel. But
the idea of putting on a show in front of his friends gave him a
thrill. Making this public, as if he was staking a claim on Vatirel
for everyone to see. **Don't be silly. You don't own him or
anything.**

"Who's got something for us?" Tyselin asked the table. Someone shoved
a glass his way as their friends whooped and whistled. A quick sniff
let him know it was wine. "This time I drink and you taste me."
Tyselin gave him a wicked grin before downing what remained in the
glass.

He wasn't going to turn down this opportunity. There was something
thrilling about kissing someone in front of a whole audience - it
wasn't something Vatirel had done before. Normally he didn't like new
things. But this was kissing, which he knew how to do, and it was
_Tyselin_, who wouldn't make him feel bad about it later. So he
gathered his courage and moved in to kiss his best friend.

His lips pressed against Tyselin's and then he pushed with his tongue,
supposedly going to taste some of the wine, but really looking for any
excuse to escalate the kiss farther. For a better angle, he used one
hand to cup Tyselin's head and stroke his fingers through the hair at
the nape of his neck.

Tyselin sucked on Vatirel's tongue then slid his own into Vatirel's
mouth, licking and tasting him all over again. Tyselin moaned, one
hand slipping lower to give Vatirel's rear a gentle squeeze. And a
whole table full of their friends was watching. He'd made out in
public before but this was different, more exciting. Because it was
Vatirel.

"Oh wow they're actually doing it." Minniki leaned on the table, her
eyes wide.

Neria's eyes were widening too. This was the hottest thing she'd ever
seen. She hadn't known watching two people kiss was like this. They
were both her friends and she'd never wanted either of them before -
until now. She pressed a hand to her mouth to stifle the noise she
made.

There were probably a dozen reasons not to make out with his friend in
public like this. Their friends were making noises and it was
distracting. They could be walked in on by anyone. But Tyselin was
touching his rear, was moving his tongue into his mouth, and it was
hard to have thoughts of anything but the makeout.

Eventually Tyselin had to come up for air. "Do I taste good?" He
pictured pushing Vatirel over the table and taking him right there.
But he wasn't going to do that out in the open, in front of their
friends. He wasn't that drunk . . . yet.

"Not bad," Vatirel said teasingly. "But I think we might need a better
choice of liquor."

Ph'lit shoved his drink at them. "Have mine."

Tyselin picked up the glass and held it out for Vatirel. "Your turn."

Vatirel lifted it to his lips and took a strong swallow. This was a
hard liquor, a grain one. He hadn't had food, he hadn't danced, hadn't
accomplished anything he'd intended. He knew the drink was going to go
right to his head and make him a little more reckless. But he was
already reckless and flying high, wasn't he? Kissing his friend like
this and putting on a show.

"Go ahead," he challenged, waiting for the kiss.
Tyselin shifted and then pulled Vatirel into his lap with a grin.

"Gladly." When their lips met he tasted the hard liquor and his tongue
roamed through Vatirel's mouth, seeking more of the flavor. More of
Vatirel.

Vatirel shivered as their lips met again. This was escalating past
where he'd expected the challenge to go. He felt himself reacting to
being in Tyselin's lap and the kiss. He hadn't expected to spend this
party making out in public, but here he was, doing so.

When the kiss broke finally, he gasped for air. Before he could change
his mind, he leaned back and away from his friend, grabbed the hem of
his shirt, and lifted it off, throwing it casually away from him so
that now he was bare-chested and in Tyselin's lap.

Tyselin's eyes widened in surprise for a brief moment before his
expression melted into hot desire. He pulled his friend down for
another kiss and pressed Vatirel closer, lightly grinding against him.
Vatirel shuddered, groaning into Tyselin's mouth.

"They _are_ going to get it on here," Neria murmered.

"Thank Faranth." Minniki licked her lips as she watched them.

Tyselin stripped off Vatirel's shirt so they were skin to skin.
Tyselin wasn't drunk, at least not on alcohol. He was drunk on
Vatirel, on having the object of his desire squirming in his lap. He
trailed his lips up to Vatirel's ear and whispered, "I want you so
bad."

And Vatirel wanted Tyselin. He skimmed his hand between their chests,
stroaking Tyselin and feeling that both their skin was flushed and
sweating. "Let's take this somewhere else, then," he whispered into
Tyselin's ear. "Somewhere without this audience."

Tyselin drew back enough to grin at him. "They're gonna be so
disappointed." He kissed Vatirel again before nudging him off his lap
so they could both stand.

As they stood up, a number of members of the audience groaned in
disappointment. "Aw c'mon, no floor show?"

"Not today," Vatirel said. He decided he didn't feel like grabbing his
clothes. He'd find them again later, or he couldn't. Right now all
that mattered was finding a private spot and giving into the heat that
had so unexpectedly flared between them again.

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