A Source of Amusement (1/2)

Writers: Anaria, JR
Date Posted: 31st May 2011

Characters: O'ryn, J'nor, J'kar
Description: The aftermath of Lyriath's flight
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 1, day 24 of Turn 6

The Weyrlingmasters were right, was O'ryn's first thought as he came
back to himself, flight lust slipping away and leaving just himself
and the other rider in the bed. You did get so caught up in the flight
that you didn't really know what was going on until it was over. He
had flashes of memory, bits of images, pieces of sensation, but
nothing concrete.

The greenrider ignored the possessive grip of the hands still
clutching at his body and did a quick survey. Sore, uncomfortably so,
and the rider whose dragon had won his Lyriath still had him held
fast, prodding impatiently against him and clearly looking for another
go. While he knew this was a reality of his life now, O'ryn suddenly
felt dirty and certainly not in the mood for more sex. He pulled away
from the other rider, sitting up on the edge of the bed.

Bluerider J'kar sat up, blinking piercingly blue eyes at O'ryn in
confusion. "What's wrong, pretty boy? Not interested in another tumble
in the furs before I send you on your way?" His tone was cold, almost
mocking.

"Before you send me on _my_ way?" O'ryn's head spun to look ay the
other man. "You wouldn't be here if my dragon hadn't gone up!" The
greenrider knew in a glance he'd get no sympathy from this man for it
having been his first flight. While he was sensitive and craving
comfort at the moment, he wasn't going to let some jerk of a rider
walk all over him. "And no, you're not getting another 'tumble' out of
me."

J'kar shook his head in disbelief. It was cute how delusional some of
the younger greenriders could be. "You're right. I wouldn't be here if
your green hadn't went up. I'd probably be in bed with someone a good
bit more interesting. There were a few cute girls in your Weyrling
class..." he said, musing.

With a snort, O'ryn glanced around the room, locating his clothes
visually before rising from the bed to fetch them, slightly
uncomfortable under the other rider's scrutiny. He wasn't usually
self-conscious, but something about the other man made him uneasy.
"Then have your..." He realized he didn't know what color dragon the
other man rode and altered his statement, "Have your dragon chase
after one of them instead of Lyriath next time then."

"Hah!" J'kar laughed, more of derisive noise than an amused one.
"Don't you wish you had the choice," he said, the seductive tone of
his voice intent on making the greenrider feel even more ill at ease
than he had before. "Do you have a weyrmate yet, perhaps you can get
some practice in before the next time we meet?"

The greenrider tugged his pants back on, and shot back, "Again, your
choice to let your dragon chase mine." He glanced over at the man
still lounging on the bed, resisting the urge to react to the remarks.
Faranth he wished Lyriath had been caught by someone he at least could
consider a friend. "If you weren't pleased, then don't bother with me
and Lyri again."

"Oh, don't worry, the after-flight entertainment made up for any
lacking in the flight itself," J'kar said quickly, still refusing to
tear his gaze from O'ryn's form.

"So pleased to be a source of amusement," the younger man bit out,
voice muffled as he slipped his tunic down over his head. "I have
better things to do than listen to your nonsense." His boots were next
and as soon as they were laced, O'ryn was headed for the door.

J'kar didn't bother to stop him. There would be other greenriders -
more experienced greenriders. Or possibly just more maiden flights.
Those were always fun afterwards, seeing as most green weyrlings had
"sweethearts" that they wanted to win. J'kar was always a
disappointment to them, and he loved every moment.

O'ryn hadn't felt too badly when he left the flight weyr - physically,
at least - but the further he got the more he wished Lyriath wasn't
still cuddled up to the blue dragon who won her, so she could give him
a lift up to his weyr. Five levels was a lot of stairs, and while he
wasn't in pain, he wasn't comfortable either. He felt her stir in his
mind, followed by a questioning sensation. **No, Lyri, it's fine. I'll
make it,** he sent back to her.

After a few more long minutes crossing the weyrbowl and then
contemplating the stairs ahead of him, he couldn't help himself. **Can
you find out if J'nor is out of class yet?** It might be unfair, and
the bluerider might not want to see him at the moment, but he needed a
friend to talk this whole experience out with and J'nor was the only
one he trusted enough.

}:O'ryn wants to see you,:{ Zoranaith said, interrupting J'nor's
thoughts. He'd somehow managed to get through the afternoon's classes
without incident, although he suspected that J'darin had sensed his
disappointment.

**Tell him I'll meet him at his weyr,** J'nor responded. He wasn't
particularly in the mood to have any of the other weyrlings interrupt
his time with O'ryn.

The greenrider sent back a quick affirmative before heading upstairs.
J'nor might beat him there at the rate he was moving, but it was
better than having to ask the bluerider to give him a lift up. Sure
enough, when he got to his ledge Zoranaith and his rider were there.
O'ryn paused at the top to try and gauge the other weyrling's
expression. "Hey," he said quietly.

"Are... are you alright?" J'nor said, trying to keep his tone neutral,
and to ignore the pain that he was feeling. "D-did everything go
alright?"

"A little sore, but nothing too bad," O'ryn admitted. "The guy whose
dragon won her was a jerk, though." He closed the distance between
them, and gave J'nor's sleeve a tug as he moved past and into his
weyr, "Can you stay a little while?"

"Sure," J'nor said. "Did you want to go take a quick bath or anything,
I can go pick us up something for dinner. Since... er.... I guess you
really didn't eat lunch," he finished, trying to avoid thinking about
why he'd not been able to eat.

"J'nor... we're okay, right?" O'ryn looked up at him, an unreadable
expression on his face as he fought the fear that the bluerider would
walk away now.

"Yeah, we're alright. I mean, I'm not happy about this obviously,
certainly not if the guy who won was a jerk. But that's not your
fault, It doesn't change how I feel about you," J'nor said.

Letting out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, O'ryn
took the last step to close the distance between them and leaned his
forehead against the taller boy's shoulder. "I get a lot of what
E'naer was telling us about flights now," his voice came out quiet,
muffled against J'nor's shirt.

J'nor pulled O'ryn into a tight embrace, afraid that if he let go the
other boy wouldn't be there before him. For what seemed like the
millionth time since he Impressed, he wished that he was a Senior
Weyrling, and could comfort O'ryn the way he truly wanted to. "It's
alright, it's over now," he said softly.

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