Too Much Freedom (2/4) PG-17 (PG-17)

Writers: Len, Paula
Date Posted: 19th May 2011

Characters: Sh'lua, G'wen
Description: Sh'lua takes a drunken G'wen back to his weyr for some 'experience'
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 2, day 22 of Turn 6
Rating: PG-17

Galerith approached the weyr, circling with leisure pace. "My weyr or
your weyr?" Sh'lua asked G'wen.

"Uh...unless you don't mind an audience of my da and foster mother,
it'll have to be your weyr." G'wen wouldn't put anything past both
those smothering characters. Now that they were back at Dragonsfall,
he 'reached' out for his Neath, but she was still sleeping.

"Oh, I forgot that," Sh'lua said and Galerith backwinged to land on
his ledge. Sh'lua quickly unstrapped the buckles when he settled down.

G'wen let Sh'lua get down first and then slid down the blue's
shoulder, landing right into the older man.

"Get in and help yourself. There some booze drifting around in
bookshelf. I have to take Galerith's straps off or he'll be muttering
complains whole night," Sh'lua told him and started to remove the
riding straps.

"Okay." The boy let a hand linger on Sh'lua's arm for a moment,
wondering if he was being too forward and just bothering the poor man.
Biting his lip, he wandered into the weyr and took a look around.
Seeing the bed made him catch his breath a bit. Was he doing the
right thing?

Out of the corner of his eye he saw the booze in the bookcase, like
Sh'lua had said. He walked over--stumbling a bit--and took a look at
all the bottles before deciding on the whiskey. This would be a
first, as he had only ever had beer and wine before. He pored himself
and Sh'lua one and took a swallow from his. Gah! That was horrible!
He sputtered and coughed, thinking he could feel it go from his throat
straight down to his toes. Turning--and shuddering a bit from it--he
held up Sh'lua's glass for him as he walked in.

"Thank you, good thinking from you," Sh'lua replied. He hung up the
straps before taking the glass from him. He sipped from it, letting
the drink slid down his throat and spread it's warmth to his body.

G'wen looked up to the man who was almost a foot taller than him and
watched him drink. Maybe he was too hasty with deciding the whiskey
was terrible and gave it a go once more. The second swallow was worst
than the first. And he was left feeling even more dizzy than before.

Sh'lua chuckled at his inexperience. "It's acquired taste, " he said,
slinging his body to the couch. "Come and sit, please," he patted the
spot next to him.

"I'm not too sure it's something I care to acquire." G'wen handed the
remains of his glass to Sh'lua before sitting close to him, letting
his leg brush the other man's.

"Maybe you like something sweeter?" Sh'lua asked, his hand wandering
to caress G'wen's hair and neck.

"Uh..." It was hard to think, with Sh'lua caressing him.
"Uh...okay..." No, wait! That meant he would stop and get up, right?
G'wen kicked himself mentally.

"Like what?" Sh'lua asked. His hand didn't stop it's exploration.

"Maybe white wine? But..." Oh, what the bloody shell, it was now or
never. G'wen leaned in and kissed the man lightly on the lips.

"Well, that's sweet too," Sh'lua murmured, responding to the kiss and
raising his hand to cup his head.

G'wen brought a hand up to Sh'lua's chest, caressing him whilst the
kiss deepened. He turned his body so that he was pressed against the
man.

Sh'lua brought his tongue into the play.

At that G'wen could feel his body quicken. Fumbling a bit, he
managed to get his shoes off. Still returning the kiss, he wrapped a
leg over Sh'lua's lap and straddled the man, pulling himself into
Sh'lua's lap. Kissing was a bit easier this way, now that he was a
bit higher up. And he could explore the man's body with both hands.

"Shall we move to the bed?" Sh'lua asked with husky voice, tugging off
his pants.

G'wen held up a hand for him to wait a moment. He may have only been
with one man before, but F'neb had taught him a few tricks. Tugging
at Sh'lua's shirt ties, he opened it, laying Sh'lua naked before
him. Slowly he lowered himself down, kissing Sh'lua's chest and
stomach as he did, until he got to where he wanted to go. Eyeing
the man, he licked a certain part of his anatomy before placing it in
his mouth.

Sh'lua groaned with pleasure. "And I thought you were innocent."

Working on Sh'lua a bit longer, he paused to say, "I am!" before
going back to what he was doing. Seeing the man was more than ready,
he stood up and held out his hand for Sh'lua.
"I'm also a good student." He grinned at that.

Sh'lua was willing to give him the lead and followed. "I like good students."

"Good." G'wen pushed him onto the bed and straddled him. He took his
shirt off and put Sh'lua's hands on his hips, and indicated the ties
of his own trousers. "It's better if you help." In a corner of his
fuzzy mind he felt Neath stir and begin to wake up.

"Sure." Sh'lua was very nimble fingered when it came to untying
clothes and getting them off in a hurry.

As Sh'lua worked on his trousers, G'wen reached behind him to make
sure the man stayed ready for him. Being on top, he could also feel
just how drunk he really was, as the bed, Sh'lua and the room spun
around. }:Where are you?:{ Neath's voice sounded very faint. **I'm
okay** he told her..or at least he tried to tell her.

"G'wen?" Sh'lua noticed that he had suddenly stopped.

"Eh? Sorry..." The boy continued doing what he had been doing, and
then rolled off Sh'lua to lay on the bed and get the rest of his
clothes off. Part of him could feel Neath mentally poking him, trying
to figure something out. He half chuckled and nudged Sh'lua to get on
top of him.

"No probs," the bluerider murmured and started to return the favours.
After a while he was quite ready for the grand finale. "Oh, how would
you like it, me on the top, you sitting on my lap_ " he asked, being
considerate lover.

He might as well been talking to the wall.

G'wen had passed out.

"Oh, shards," Sh'lua muttered when he realized that. He got out of the
bed and pulled a blanket over the boy. He knew people who wouldn't
care and would take advantage of him anyways, but he wasn't those.

He liked his partners willing and conscious.

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