Nothing Fun

Writers: Iluva, Sia
Date Posted: 24th November 2024

Characters: R'fayne, O'rosin
Description: O'rosin is still having trouble adjusting to Weyr life, and R'fayne is not helping
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 2, day 17 of Turn 12

R'fayne

O'rosin

R'fayne's restday had unfolded much like any other. He and Skadith had
mosied around the beach in the morning, practicing some visualizations
until both were satisfied with the clarity and the quick conveyance
between them. A quick dip in the surf and the morning was gone like
the tides. He met up with F'tan around noon in the dining cavern.
Things took their usual ebb and flow where they chatted about his
progress in Weyrlinghood, which then circled endlessly around their
dragons, which was fine by him as Skadith was doing excellent, until
the conversation inevitably shifted to the one thing he did not want
to talk about. Their father.

The best possible solution he had was to put it out of his mind, and
though he was no longer thinking of C'fayne when he strolled into the
bathing room, he was still tense. His jaw ached from clenching so
hard, and what he thought was Skadith's discomfort radiating in the
shoulders turned out to be his own.

He set his things to one side and stripped out of his clothing, a
little surprised at having the room to himself for once. On a restday
half the Weyr dispersed down the coast, and really it was for the
best. He wasn't much in the mood for chitchat at this point, having it
or hearing it.

Half-submerged in the warm water, R'fayne shut his eyes and stayed
that way for however long it was until he eventually heard someone
else stumble in. One dark eye peeled open, then the other.

O'rosin expected people in the bathing rooms. He usually expected
_fewer_ people in the bathing rooms at this time in the evening, and
tried to go to the ones furthest away from the weyrling barracks to
reduce the possibility of seeing anyone he vaguely knew naked. The
first day at the baths was terrifying enough, and without the need for
small talk he could keep his head down.

And so he nearly stumbled when he recognized the only other person
there. A flush crept up quickly on his face and he stared down at his
shoes. "I can come back later."

“Why?” R'fayne was unperturbed and frankly not all that surprised to
see someone. And of course it would be O'rosin. It was always O'rosin.
The one consolation was they didn't have to talk and he was certain
neither of them had come with any intention of doing so. He ran some
water on his head and then leaned back on the pool's edge again.
“There's plenty of water.”

O'rosin paused. "You seemed like you were enjoying yourself." He said
lamely and not nearly as subtly as he wanted to be. He still didn't
look in R'fayne's general direction as he deposited his things near
the lip of the pool. He turned around to strip off his clothes quickly
and sunk down to his chin in the water. He submerged briefly and
resurfaced, grabbing the soap to work into his hair.

“I still am.” The bluerider replied evenly. “But thanks.” He'd yet to
start scrubbing any part of himself, and made no move to do so as
O'rosin set to work. He watched him, briefly, as the water's surface
lapped and splashed, and noticed for what he realized might be the
first time the burns and jagged scars left by Aeoluth at the Hatching.
They looked to have been deep, much deeper than the quick tackle and
spray of blood across the Sands had shown, though R'fayne had only
become R'fayne just moments before, just started off the Sands with a
blue dragon that shocked him even more than a mauling had.

And he noticed other parts of O'rosin, too. Bare shoulders and arms
bulking up just as his own were. Noticed the tan lines, the determined
and sudden aversions of gaze, even when it looked like he could in
some capacity be enjoying what he was looking at. R'fayne never
stopped to fully consider what some of the holdkids dealt with when
they got to the Weyr. What they might still be dealing with. In the
interest of some new poorly defined mercy, R'fayne exhaled and let his
eyes shut again. The heat was relaxing and his voice was low, almost
inviting, “What did you do on your restday?”

O'rosin had been too focused on the job at hand (scrubbing without
lifting too much of himself out of the water at once and not looking
directly at the other naked weyrling across the bath) that the quiet
voice nearly startled him out of his skin. When he jumped, his hand
tensed, and out shot the small bar of soap, which landed into the
water a little ways away with a soft 'plop'.

Mortified, O'rosin finally looked up at R'fayne, his mind panicked and
blank. "What?"

The closeness of the sound creased the bluerider's brow in confusion.
R'fayne glanced down through the water, the wobbly shape of the soap
stilling as it slid against his knee. Glancing back up to O’rosin, who
wasn't about to reach anywhere he wouldn't even let his eyes, suddenly
he found himself amused.

“I just asked if you did anything fun on your restday.” He replied,
moving to hand back the soap. Dark hair slicked to his chest, he was
close enough now that he could almost count the freckles in between
the shock and the wideness in O’rosin’s eyes. He offered him the soap.
“Did you?”

Suddenly it was no longer appropriate to be looking down.The question
still didn't quite process through his head as O'rosin jerked his gaze
up to R'fayne's. "No." He managed. He grabbed the soap a little too
roughly and backed off again, moving more like a spooked animal.

R'fayne watched, unfazed, leaning back against the edge again in an
even more sensual incline. “No,” he shook his head with a laugh, “no,
I didn't think so.” He wasn't sure which of them had been having less
fun lately until O'rosin jolted back, which was too bad since R'fayne
recognized interest when he saw it (or it saw him).

Sure, he felt for his enduring discomfort, and on some level he did
want to assure him that it was okay, and that as long as R’fayne
needed to be here, he didn't mind the skittish brownrider looking. He
might’ve been enjoying the conflicted mix of hot truths happening on
the other’s man’s face - attraction and fear. He might have just been
enjoying it. After all, _looking_ was the least of the holder-branded
sins that could happen here. Best to lead by example and show the
uninitiated around. Unhurried, R’fayne reached for a handful of soap
sand and slowly set to work on his own shoulders, really taking his
time, none of the quick dunks or splashes that O'rosin needed. His
muscles sang with each sweep of his hand.

It wasn't so much toying with someone as it was being straight and
direct about what went on here, the Weyr, _everywhere_. But any time
their eyes met R'fayne's gaze hinted at a slightly different story,
one that might actually _be_ fun. “Maybe you should.” he said. “I
don’t think I’ve ever seen you just having a good time.”

O'rosin hardly considered the question, and absolutely did not notice
the other man practically preening. "No," He began, then stopped, his
tongue feeling too thick in his mouth. He was suddenly hyper-aware of
the warm water lapping at his skin and the way his own body felt
graceless, awkward in comparison. "I study, and have lessons, and then
I'm caring for Aeoluth."

}: Are you all right? :{ Aeoluth asked.

On that thought. He had an out. Nevermind the dragons were old enough
to be rising and chasing. "I have to go, Aeoluth is uncomfortable."

}: I am not. :{

“Yeah?” R’fayne wasn't buying that for a minute - but in the end he
settled for pointedly arching a brow. “See you tomorrow, then.” he
said, looking more smug than he needed to, and more than he had in a
long time.

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