Surprise Visit
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Iluva, Sia
Date Posted: 19th January 2025
Characters: O'rosin, R'fayne
Description: R'fayne has an unexpected visitor after losing another greenflight.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 3, day 13 of Turn 12
Notes: Vague and probably incorrect descriptions of Wing formations, slight R'lor slander
The plan came together quickly. The sevenday after graduating was a blur, and the anxiety of almost being held back never quite dissipated. O'rosin was trying (and failing) to take a break when Aeoluth reported that Skadith was chasing another green. Knowing Skadith's record, O'rosin quickly collected his old workbook and tokens and got Aeoluth to drop him off on R'fayne's new weyrledge. The new bluerider would find him sat at his table and awkwardly at home, coasters with dragon pictures that N'tan gave him spread out in formation.
"Oh good, you're here. Skadith was busy." O'rosin said as seriously as he could, "Look at this formation and tell me what I'm doing wrong. Aeoluth and I just can't figure it out and it doesn't matter where I am, I'm still scared R'lor is going to notice."
It wasn’t in Skadith’s nature to linger on losses. He saw little use in any of it and knew he just as Thread would fall that he would eventually catch himself a fine green. So the next time a particular lady stirred something in him he'd merely resolve to try again. But that only came after the dragonlust had cleared, and after he'd roared adolescent frustration and thrown himself down the coast to burn it all off.
Which left his rider - a known lingerer of losses - to find his own way home. Their new space still felt a bit stark and unfamiliar, as their placement in their Wing had to be priority, more than decoration or furniture, and Skadith was chasing so often that he wasn't home much in their off time anyhow.
R'fayne slammed the door behind him, panting hard. A sudden flash of surprise, then a frown. It was a perplexing tableau to fully take in with this much sweat and lust pooling thickly on his skin. One moment he just needed to lick, grab, _bite_ someone and the next there was a sun-streaked man here - albeit supposedly asking for help. R'fayne breathed so rapidly that he barely registered O'rosin's explanation or request, let alone himself making the decision to lean over and into O'rosin, planting a hot palm atop the table - only that he could feel how close his blue had been to her, how good it would have felt to wrap around her. How Skadith had wanted to keep her _there_ as he guided them home, and R'fayne felt that now as he surveyed the table, trying to make sense of shapes he was sure he recognized. The coasters were genius, and the formation familiar, but they held little meaning to him with the brownrider's neck-
“This one.” R'fayne grabbed a random green coaster in the same motion he nearly laid claim to O’rosin’s neck. Faranth he was too close. Words were still taking too much effort to find and properly form, and O'rosin may as well have been asking him about crop rotation or sail maintenance, R’fayne wouldn’t have been able to tell him any less. “Here.” The coaster went just behind the leader of O'rosin's nine while the embarrassed bluerider escaped to his kitchen for water.
It worked better than O'rosin thought it would, considering that O'rosin hadn't put that much thought into how R'fayne would react. The feeling of him so close was delightful now that he allowed himself to experience it, and the sudden frustration and restraint on R'fayne's part had his lips curling into an uncharacteristic smirk. The coaster was placed in a hilariously wrong place, too, and it was equal parts exciting to be the one that noticed, even if R'fayne was at the worst disadvantage.
O'rosin watched the bluerider from the opposite side of the room, trying to school his face to old confusion. "Oh, well then. S'kand has been flying wrong from the start, then." He drawled, "Aeoluth would practically barrel over a green right there if we weren't careful. Should we be moved?"
Skadith’s longest flight yet had also been the closest he’d come to making a catch, and part of R’fayne was still desperately seeking its end, an end to the burn of want and sting of loss. He poured half a glass over his overheated head, downing the remainder in big gulps, and then refilled it. For a moment cool visceral pleasure overtook the room, his head tilted to one side, wet curls concealing his face.
“Probably,” he growled back, though the phrasing amused him, “Since when are you two ever careful?” and not sounding particularly careful himself as the glass slammed on the countertop. For the brownrider to be waiting for him, asking him things, _looking_ at him like that - R’fayne was in trouble. Even looking at O’rosin was dangerous to his veins - the stupid telltale smirk only solidified that. Aeoluth had never chased, and O'rosin hadn't grown up anywhere near a Weyr, what did the brownrider care if R’fayne’s senses were on fire; what did O’rosin know of lungs aching because his scent was still cutting across his nostrils.
Well, O’rosin recognized enough to be enjoying what R’fayne was enduring, and R’fayne breathed him in again unrepentantly as he approached, this time a blue coaster from the far left taking the green’s position - and realizing as soon as he did that that, too, was irritatingly incorrect.
“Wrong again?” R’fayne’s brow arched, a flash in his dark eyes. “Which position then? In front or behind?”
O'rosin didn't rise from his seat. He stayed exactly where he was, sprawled comfortably in the chair. From this vantage point R'fayne practically loomed over him. He might've missed the double entendre if it wasn't for R'fayne trying so hard and failing at suppressing Skadith's loss, and if his heart wasn't pounding at his own impropriety.
"Bold choice." He said instead. He leaned back just enough for the back of his head to make contact with R'fayne's shoulder, fingers casually brushing up the bluerider's arm. "Same problem, though. The blue is faster, but if they slow down or change directions that brown is going to crash right into him. Putting the blue behind is a better choice, wouldn't you agree?" O'rosin added, his voice low and still teasing.
“Mm you sure about that? Could be a big blue.” R’fayne said - just before his mind melted.
It was embarrassing how hard he was breathing. He winced as O’rosin’s fingers coaxed the same helpless sound from him as a blade. His gaze immediately shifted to take in everything to do with his hair. Breathing the faint traces of dry sweat on O’rosin’s throat. Water beaded on the ends of his curls and fell to the brownrider like it, too, was in a rush to reach him, stroke his scarred skin, and despite sucking in a sharp inhale, and tensing, and trying to focus on fucking coasters of all things, R’fayne’s hands shot down O’rosin’s front. Fingers splayed out, reviving the maddening violence of _needing_ all over again as he pressed against him like a feline in heat.
When R’fayne could speak again, it was with poor (although slightly miraculous) coherence, “Don’t forget… a brown in front… is gonna take longer to slow down” but he was in danger. Breathing was dangerous. His voice fell thick and barely above a whisper, as if he had to concentrate on each word and its meanings, control each sound that wasn’t the work of O’rosin teasing him, torturing him, turning him on like no other.
“Bigger blindspots, too.” R’fayne added against his neck, heat and want erupting at every blindspot found by his his tongue, “Is this where you like me?” he asked coyly, and his teeth.
O'rosin's laugh was low and heady, the kind that rolled out without permission and betrayed how thoroughly he was enjoying the entire spectacle. The heat of R'fayne's hands mixed with the sharpness of his teeth on his neck cut the laugh into a groan. He turned awkwardly in the chair to catch the bluerider's lips with his own, the kiss rough and searing and every bit as desperate as the dragonlust still lingering in R'fayne's veins.
The table wobbled as the pair collided against it. One of the coasters clattered to the floor. Neither of them noticed.
Last updated on the January 27th 2025