The Blue Advantage (PG-17)

Writers: Avery, Devin
Date Posted: 13th February 2021

Characters: T'lin, V'rel
Description: T'lin remembers the first time he and V'rel discovered how good losing can be.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 8, day 5 of Turn 10
Notes: Mentioned: A'dryn
**PG-17**
Rating: PG-17

T'lin

After a turn since his dragon matured, the sudden rush of flight lust
was almost becoming familiar. _Almost_. It was still disorienting,
especially when he was in the middle of discussing a design with
fellow technicians in the workroom.

"Uh..." T'lin blinked, the rest of his sentence completely forgotten.

}:Come! Hurry! We chase!:{

One of the older journeywomen chuckled. "Calaroth at it again?"

"Yes, sorry. I have to go." T'lin hurried out of the room and down
toward the Bowl. When he reached the growing circle of men forming
around the green's rider, T'lin started scanning, hoping to find his
weyrmate among them. As glorious as winning was, losing was more
common, and that wasn't always a bad thing . . .

~*~flashback~*~

T'lin arrived at the flight cots slightly out of breath. Calaroth was
chasing again and he made it there as soon as he could, not wanting
anything to hold his dragon back. **Good luck!** Calaroth hadn't
caught yet, but it was only a matter of time.

The blue was focused on the glowing green and T'lin's mind was already
growing hazy, but when a familiar face joined the group he came back
to himself a little. "V'rel!" He moved to stand beside his friend and
lover. "Looks like our boys have similar taste."

"Rymeth is chasing a lot of male-ridden greens. Did you give Calaroth
a preference?" V'rel said. His hand snaked out to brush against
T'lin's.

The light touch sent electricity sparking through T'lin. "Cal seems to
be chasing _everyone_." He shifted so their fingers touched again, but
his gaze was pulled to the young man in the center of the circle. "I
hope he wins. I heard Nalarith prefers bronze, though."

"Some greens are like that. I really want Rymeth to get a win, he
always seems to lose at the last moment, or drop out early," he
confessed.

"He'll catch soon, I'm sure."

}:Rymeth can have a different green. _I_ want Nalarith.:{ Calaroth's
eyes whirled with lust.

Nalarith suddenly shot into the sky and the air filled with the sound
of wings as the males went after her. T'lin slipped away from himself,
his mind joining with Calaroth as the blue stayed close behind the
glowing female.

Rymeth chased after her as she took off, his wings beating frantically
as he left the ground and aimed to get height so he could head after
her. Once he was in the air, he took off after her, trying to dodge
the other males and not lose the prize. V'rel stopped thinking about
T'lin, stopped being V'rel, just becoming one with Rymeth.

Until Rymeth turned to match one of Nalarith's moves, and turned into
another dragon in the pack, and got tangled up trying to get around
him. With another dragon getting behind them, by the time he got
untangled, he couldn't even see Nalarith anymore. Frustrated, he
dropped out of the flight.

On the ground, V'rel staggered as he broke the full link. T'lin was
still there, with the other males around A'dryn. The area seemed too
close and hot and stifling now, with all of the bodies warming up the
inside of the weyr. He stepped away and out the flight area to catch a
breath. The sun of Dolphin Cove was still hot on his back but at least
the air felt fresh. There were moths there but he didn't want them and
stepped away so he could rest his head against a cool stone wall.

Calaroth did his best to show off his agility and speed, twisting
around other males as he pursued the lovely green. He made sweet
promises to her, desire flowing hot through him. Once he came
tantalizingly close, but Nalarith was faster and she easily evaded
him. He kept pace until the very end, when Nalarith put herself
directly in the path of a bronze, making her choice clear. With a low
grumble of disappointment, Calaroth tucked his wings and headed back
toward the Weyr.

T'lin stumbled, confused to find himself without wings and on the
ground. He caught a glimpse of the bronzerider carrying A'dryn toward
the mating cot and had a blurred impression of other men around him.
Hot, it was so hot. He somehow made it outside and there were more
people pressing close. A woman gripped his arm. Yes, he _needed_ . . .
but as he stepped toward her, her fingers slid down to grip his hand
and he remembered. . . something. No, _someone_. T'lin's head snapped
up and he blinked in the bright sunlight.

He staggered away from the woman, pulling his hand free. "V'rel?"

V'rel stepped away from the stone when he heard T'lin's name. He was
more coherent than T'lin was and when he saw his beloved he rushed
over, pulling him away from the woman and into his arms, sealing his
mouth to the other bluerider's and biting down on his lip intensely.

This was even more intense than the first time they'd come together,
under the influence of Panitath's Flight. "Yes, want you," T'lin
muttered between fierce kisses. "_You_." Everything was a haze.
Nothing mattered except V'rel and his need for his lover. Somehow they
made it into a flight room and T'lin started stripping off both their
clothes.

V'rel made sure the door was closed to give them privacy and then
yanked down his trousers and fumbled for T'lin's. "Don't worry about
the shirts, it'll take too long." He nipped his way along T'lin's neck
after he spoke. Something about Rymeth's chasing put him in a
possessive, leading mood. "C'mon. To the bed." He stumbled over there.
Thank the gold eggs for the flight cots - they had everything one
needed for this. He started pawing in the drawer.

T'lin pressed up against V'rel, hands sliding all over his body and
kissing along his neck. When he saw what V'rel was reaching for, his
hands tightened. "Mmm, hurry!"

"I'm hurrying, trust me," V'rel said. He grabbed the right oil and
then pulled T'lin down to the bed, kicking off his pants. "Which way
do you want it, I don't care, shards."

He had to make a _decision_? T'lin made a helpless noise. "Shards.
Just want you." He pulled V'rel into a kiss, his whole body aching
with need, desperate to be joined with V'rel. He started to roll onto
his back, but then in a flash he _did_ have an idea. Shifting the
other way instead, he pushed V'rel down and swung a leg over to
straddle his waist. T'lin's rear pressed against V'rel's need as he
reached for the oil in V'rel's hand. "This good?" he asked in a rough
voice.

"Yeah, that's good," V'rel said, letting T'lin take the oil and take charge…

~*~flashback~*~

V'rel shook his head when he saw T'lin arriving at the flight pens.
"Hey, weyrmate. Fancy seeing you here."

T'lin remembered what it had felt like that first time, and the other
times they'd lost the same flight and relieved their dragonlust
together. Much as he might wish, it was of course impossible to know
what it would feel like if their dragons mated. But there was
something special about taking the frustrated desire of losing and
turning into a beautiful joining with the man he loved. How they gave
and took with each other until both their needs were sated. Other male
riders knew what it was like to choose someone they loved to burn off
their dragonlust, but only blueriders could share it this way.

Winning felt better on an objective level, sharing triumph and release
with Calaroth. But nothing compared to sharing a loss with V'rel.
T'lin thought about how they'd come to their senses, tangled with each
other, sweating and sated. The warm glow he'd felt, how pleased even
Calaroth had been. How within minutes T'lin had wanted V'rel again.

For Calaroth's sake, T'lin hoped his dragon won. But for his _own_
sake . . . He reached out to brush his fingers against V'rel's "Stay
close to me. Just in case."

Rymeth sat at the pen, staring at Helicath as she blooded. It was hard
but not impossible to tell what desires belonged to who right now, as
his whole body thrummed with need. Part of him was Rymeth wanting
Helicath, and so part of V'rel wanted N'sari. But part of V'rel wanted
T'lin too. If he lost or won the flight, well, he'd still be happy.

"Of course I will," he promised, curling his hand around T'lin's right
before the flight began in earnest.

Last updated on the February 19th 2021

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