A Third Round (PG-17)

Writers: Len, Paula
Date Posted: 23rd January 2012

Characters: Sh'lua, G'wen
Description: G'wen and Sh'lua wake up together after Neath's Flight
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 5, day 17 of Turn 6
Rating: PG-17

Sh'lua was very aware of his body. It was like his senses were more
sensitive than usual. He felt the pleasant throbbing on his groins,
dragon lust lingering in his veins. He could feel his heart beat and
how the air filled his lungs. He felt the warm body next to his and
could heard his breathing, feel the slight draft from it. He could
feel Galerith's drowsy, satisfied mind. }: Mine, :{ the blue murmured
smugly and bit possessive before slipping into deeper sleep. It had
been quite a flight, long and high.

Sh'lua felt a need to stretch his limbs. But he didn't dare to move,
to disturb the greenrider. He was so cute and peaceful right now. He
just hoped he hadn't hurt him. He had kept thought that this was the
lad's first mating flight, in his mind whole of the time. He was so
small too! Sh'lua wasn't the tallest of the men, although he was
taller than average, but he was burly. He was always, deep down,
worried he might hurt someone inadvertently with his strength. Well, he
wouldn't find that out until G'wen woke up.

He came aware that the G'wen's breathing was changing. Was he waking up?

The greenrider blinked his eyes sleepily and looked into Sh'lua's
equally dark ones. He was laying on his stomach, and from the feeling
in his knees, he could make an educated guess as to which way he had
been taken, in the Flight. And even though he hadn't been completely
conscious during the Flight he was aware that it had been a long, high
Flight and likewise, the lovemaking had been every bit as intense as
everyone had said it was. And powerful. He could still feel the way
Sh'lua had taken him.

And Sh'lua was the winner!

He sighed happily, more than relieved,
and sat up on his elbows. Flight lust still lingered strong in his eyes. Neath
was soundly asleep; he could sense her curled tightly to Galerith.
What happened now?

"Hi there, pretty. How are you feeling?" Sh'lua greeted with a smile.
His question carried a tone of real concern.

"I'm okay...I think." G'wen half turned to look at his body but there
didn't seem to be any bleeding. He was sore but it was overruled by
wanting more of what had just happened to him. "You okay?" He lay
back on his back, a bit under Sh'lua. Running his hands over the
bigger man's chest and backside, he let him know that he still needed
to be taken again. He bit his lip, feeling apologetic about it but he
couldn't help it. His body felt like one throbbing nerve.

"Oh, I'm more than fine," the bluerider purred. If G'wen was ready for
more, so was he.

G'wen's only response was to cry out as Sh'lua moved skillfully against
him. He spread his legs, allowing the man to thrust as deeply as he
wished, and pushed his hands against the small of his back, urging him
on.

Sh'lua didn't need much encouragement.

**fade to black**

"Well, if I wasn't sore before, I most certainly am now!" G'wen
laughed ruefully and mopped the sweaty hair from his forehead. He
lightly kissed the man laying over him.

"You two really know how to wear down the males," Sh'lua said and
rolled to his back to catch his breath.

"Yeah well, someone has to keep you all in line," G'wen teased before
curling up against Sh'lua's chest.

"And you're taken that task?" Sh'lua gave him a searching look. He
seemed to be fine. But you could never be sure, sometimes the first
timers crashed afterwards. Of course, most didn't at all.

G'wen sat up to eye Sh'lua before laughing. "No, not really, not me."
He curled back up against the bigger man. "I'm happy enough with
E'naer."

"Good to hear that," Sh'lua said. "He does have commitment issues
though," the bluerider warned. Perhaps he was little bit jealous.

"Does he?" G'wen bit his lip nervously, not for a moment considering
that E'naer would stray from him.

"Yeah, a bit," Sh'lua replied. "As long as you avoid words like:
commitment, long term relationship, weyrmating and you don't expect to
be the only one in his life, you should do fine. Maybe you can do what
the half of this Weyr's blueriders had dreamed to do: make him settle
down with you."

"Maybe..." He had liked E'naer for so long, that once he had him, it
hadn't occurred to him that maybe the older man didn't feel the same
way back. But this was the Weyr, after all...not even his own da and
T'bel were always faithful to one another. "I hadn't really thought
of even 'getting him,' if you know what I mean. I would have thought
a better looking man, like you, would have had him as a mate by now."

"Hah," Sh'lua snorted. "We have tried," he was referring to all
blueriders, "but if he hears the word: weyrmating, he starts to run
off."

"So don't ask him to move into my weyr anytime soon, is that what
you're saying?" G'wen teased. Feeling more unsated Flight lust
coming back, he caressed the bluerider's well defined chest as he
spoke.

"Yep. If you keep going on like that, I'm not saying anything soon,"
Sh'lua replied and warned him.

"Well, if you don't tell him, I won't either," G'wen laughed back.
This_was_a Flight, after all. He didn't think E'naer would expect him
to run to him right after. Shards, he would still be in a class with
the weyrlings and their relationship was supposed to be private, so it
wouldn't be like he could run in there and make the man take him back
to his bed, after all. He let his hands continue caressing Sh'lua's
muscular body.

That was all Sh'lua needed to go for a third round.

Last updated on the January 27th 2012

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