The Aftermath

Writers: JR, Anaria
Date Posted: 1st April 2011

Characters: O'ryn, J'nor
Description: The aftermath of J'nor and O'ryn's argument.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 1, day 17 of Turn 6

J'nor came up from the water, after having submerged himself several
times to try and wash away the bad feelings provoked by O'ryn's
dismissal of him. He finally pulled himself out of the water, his wet
clothes heavy and clinging against his skin. It was then that he
noticed O'ryn standing there, watching him with hungry eyes. J'nor
frowned, "O'ryn? Is everything alright?" he asked, hoping that the
other boy had changed his mind about blowing him off.

"No, it's not," O'ryn shook his head. His blue eyes wouldn't meet
J'nor's, too busy scanning the body revealed by the bluerider's wet
clothing. "C'mon. We need to talk," he said quietly, breaking away
from his ogling to look around the beach to see who might be watching,
then turning to lead J'nor up the beach.

J'nor was relieved. O'ryn had to have realized that he was
overreacting over Lyriath's flight. That was the only reason that he
would have stuck around to talk to him. J'nor followed O'ryn to a
quiet corner of the weyrbowl where they wouldn't be distracted at this
time of night - laughing a bit to himself when he realized they were
merely a dragonlength from the flight weyrs.

"Where's Zoranaith?" The greenrider asked quietly as they reached
their destination. He wasn't completely oblivious to where they were
either, but this late in the evening, there shouldn't be anyone
wandering this way to disturb them.

"He went to sleep in a huff after Lyriath yelled at him," J'nor
answered. He reached out tentatively with his mind to confirm that he
was still sleeping. "He's sleeping pretty soundly still." J'nor didn't
want to say anything that might offend the green weyrling, so he
waited patiently for him to speak.

"J'nor, I..." the greenrider looked like he was at a loss for words,
and vaguely frustrated at something. "I'm sorry," he muttered before
he reached out and hooked his hand behind the other weyrling's neck,
stepping in close, but losing his nerve at the last minute so that
instead of the kiss he'd intended he was staring into J'nor's eyes
with their foreheads pressed together.

J'nor couldn't take it anymore. It'd been months now that he'd wanted
the other boy, and behaved himself for Zoranaith's sake. But his
dragon was sleeping now, and it was just him and O'ryn. He took a
deep breath, steeling himself for the potential of rejection, before
kissing O'ryn firmly on the lips.

O'ryn sucked in a quick, surprised breath. It wasn't that he didn't
want this, but he hadn't expected... Ah, well. He forced the thought
out of his mind and returned the kiss, his hand slipping down to
J'nor's shoulder for balance when he went up on his toes to make
things a little easier.

J'nor had never felt this way before. In most instances, if he wanted
a girl, he would just pursue her for a few days until she gave in to
his charms. But with O'ryn, it was different. Months of pent up
longing and trying to hide his feelings all combined in a way that was
intoxicating, and overcame any sense of judgement or reason that might
have conspired to stop him. "I want you so badly," J'nor murmured
between kisses.

"There's," O'ryn had to pull back long enough to breathe so he could
actually speak, "An entire row of flight weyrs, right over there." His
blue eyes went distant as he checked on Lyriath, blushing faintly when
he realized his green was awake, aware and eavesdropping. At least
he'd been cleared to have relationships, since she was ready to rise.
J'nor, on the other hand... "You're going to be in a lot of trouble,
if anyone finds out," he cautioned.

"You gonna tell the Weyrlingmaster on me?" J'nor asked, picking up the
greenrider easily. While O'ryn wasn't a small man, J'nor was half a
head taller and was becoming more muscular by the day from firestone
tosses. He carried O'ryn into the nearest flight weyr, setting him
down heavily on the cot before kissing him once more.

The surprise of being lifted, not to mention that it didn't seem to
take any noticeable effort to do so had O'ryn's mind blanking. "Uh,
what? No," he muttered, yanking his tunic off before settling back on
the cot. This might not have been what he was planning when he said
they needed to talk, but if J'nor wasn't worried about the
consequences, O'ryn would go with it.

"I have wanted you since the first moment I stumbled across you at the
weyrlake," J'nor said, his voice low with intensity as he ran his
hands over the other weyrling's torso. He paused for a moment to
remove his own tunic before kissing O'ryn once more.

"I've wanted you since the first day I _saw_ you - at the hatching,"
the greenrider mumbled between kisses. "Are you going to keep making
me wait?" It had been long enough that he was afraid he'd embarrass
himself if J'nor didn't move any faster. His hands were working at the
laces of the other man's pants.

J'nor didn't need anything more than that. He roughly removed the
other man's pants, pausing only a moment to admire O'ryn's form. He'd
never been with a man before, but he knew what he needed to do, and he
wasn't going to let inexperience stop him from enjoying this moment.

}:J'nor... J'nor wake up,:{ Zoranaith said, interrupting J'nor's reverie.

Suddenly, J'nor was awake again in the weyrling barracks, with O'ryn
nowhere to be seen. **A dream, a sharding dream?!** he thought to
himself. The actual incidents from the night before resounded in his
mind. O'ryn had rejected him.

He could only hope that he wasn't in class when Lyriath rose so no one
else would be around to see him cry.

Last updated on the April 27th 2011

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