Frustrated & Clueless

Writers: Halyonix, Heather
Date Posted: 17th April 2025

Characters: A'ris, S'yen
Description: S'yen is frustrated and A'ris is clueless.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 5, day 19 of Turn 12

A'ris

S'yen

S’yen decided that the worst part of being a weyrling wasn’t having to
cut up his dragon’s meals. Or shovel the shite he left behind because
he go /between/ yet. Or bathe and oil him daily. Or sit in boring
lessons while he slept.

It was the lack of sex.

Overnight, S’yen had gone from his pick of which guy he wanted to
screw and waking up in a different bed to being barely able to even
_look_ at a hot guy because he didn’t want Jenith to ask _those_
questions.

He was just internally complaining about this restriction again while
cutting up strips of food for Jenith when, speaking of hot guys, A’ris
could be seen coming over with Kyllavath. Great. Perfect. S’yen just
could not escape the torment. Hopefully A’ris would ask him about
something boring like homework.

“I didn’t realize what a chore I was asking from you,” A’ris said,
pulling a piece of hide out of his back pocket. “Who knew there was so
much reading and writing involved with being a dragonrider?” The
brownrider drew up short when he realized that S’yen’s hands were
covered in blood from cutting Jenith’s food. “I’ll just… uh… put it…
_Here._” He stepped around S’yen and slid the folded piece of
parchment into the bluerider’s back pocket.

S’yen rolled his eyes in what publicly looked like he was annoyed by
the chore but privately was because he really missed someone grabbing
his ass flirtatiously. “Yeah, who knew being a dragonrider was so much
work,” he groused. “I mean, besides feeding and oiling them. I thought
it was going to be just that. Not homework.”

“If _only_ it was just feeding them and oiling them. The physical
labor part I like. It’s the only part I’m really good at,” A’ris said,
admitting to S’yen what he didn’t admit to anyone else. “You want me
to take over cutting the meat?” It was their deal, after all. A’ris
picked up some of S’yen’s physical chores so the blue Weyrling could
help him with his academic chores.

“Sure,” S’yen acquiesced. “I’ll start feeding the children.” He
pointed a finger at Kyllaveth and scowled. “Don’t you dare bite my
finger. You’re old enough to know better now.” He almost added a
remark about how good he was with his hands but squashed down that
thought as well.

A’ris looked down at the one decent tunic he owned. There was no way
he was getting it all bloody. Pulling the shirt over his head, he set
it a safe distance from the mess and then picked up the knife from the
table. “He’s still overeager when it comes to food,” the brownrider
admitted, although it was with an affectionate tone.

“The Weyrlingmasters say they’ll grow out of it soon,” S’yen answered.
His eyes slid to A’ris’ naked chest and then quickly away. He _really_
needed to get laid. How much longer did he have to wait?

He stifled his desires as he started tossing long strips to the
growing dragons. “They should be flying soon though, right?”

A’ris glanced at S’yen. “You’re the dragonhealer here, not me. You should know.”

“Barely an apprentice,” S’yen pointed out. “I only had a few months of
it before I Impressed. Yeah, I know wing anatomy and all that but not
how it develops. That’s all Weyrlingmaster stuff.”

“Well, based on what T’lonas said in class, I _think_ they’ll be
flying soon. Honestly, the sooner the better. Then we can stop
shoveling dragon dung and cutting their meat and stuff.”

}:Am I a bother?:{ Kyllavath asked.

**Of course not,** A’ris replied instantly, but still….

}:I can feel that you know. That hesitation where you’re considering
how much _work_ this is,:{ Kyllavath pointed out.

A’ris sighed, realizing he hadn’t effectively isolated his thoughts
from his dragon. **Trust me, you’ll like it a lot better when you’re
flying around the Weyr killing your own dinner.**

“The meat thing is fine by me,” S’yen answered. “It’s the shoveling of
dung. _That_ shit bothers me.”

Jenith blinked his oversized eyes. }: I’m a bother to you. I’m sorry,
:{ he apologized.

Immediately, S’yen winced. He tried to walk back some of the bite in
his words by saying, “Jenith, _you_ aren’t a bother. It’s the other
dragons who poop way bigger and smellier than you do.”

“They’re so sensitive today,” A’ris whispered out the corner of his
mouth as he finished with the meat and began washing his hands and
forearms.

“They’re babies, what else would you expect?” S’yen grumbled. He
exhaled. “But we wouldn’t change them. Just…gotta be patient with
them.” And a lot of other things. It was the waiting that was going to
drive S’yen crazy. Waiting to fly, waiting to graduate, waiting to
fu--.

Already the dragonets were looking sleepier with their gullets filled.
“You wanna hit up the bathing pools once they’re asleep?”

What an awful idea. The two of them, getting mostly naked, while S’yen
couldn’t do a sharding thing about it. He rolled his eyes. “Sounds
great. I’m a mess. Let’s get cleaned up.”

~*~

“We got lucky today,” A’ris said as he and S’yen arrived at a bathing
pool which was empty of any other occupants. Normally, the communal
pools were busy, but not today. The brownrider began shucking his
clothes off.

“Lucky us,” S’yen agreed sarcastically. Great, now he was _definitely_
going to be distracted by the muscular brownrider while they washed.
He’d have to remember to keep his hips below the water at all times.
Graduation couldn’t come fast enough. “Good thing they refilled the
sweetsand. One time I was here late at night, there was none left.
_And_ the water was cold.”

A’ris wasn’t sure how the water could have been cold, but then, the
heating systems at Dragonsfall had been known to act up. “No
sweetsand? Ugh. Speaking of, my mom always made some kind of homemade
soap. It never smelled nearly as good as this stuff.” He kicked his
pants away from his ankles and then stepped down into the pool with a
grateful sigh.

S’yen tried really, really hard not to stare at A’ris’s ass.

“Must be nice to have a mom that cares about your cleanliness though,”
S’yen said as he slipped into the pool opposite of A’ris.

“Oh, yeah, well… I guess I never thought of it that way.” A’ris dunked
underneath the water, surfacing to smooth his inky black locks away
from his face. “You didn’t have a mom?”

“I did,” S’yen answered slowly. Did A’ris _have_ to exaggerate his
movements like that? “But I haven’t spoken to them in five Turns. On
purpose. I said some pretty mean words to my father when I left and I
think she’s still mad at me about the whole thing.”

A’ris thought of the way he had snuck away from his family in the
middle of the night. “What did you say to your father?”

“That there was no sharding way I was going back to our Hold and he
could eat whershite for all I cared.” S’yen shrugged. “I was sixteen.
I hated my life. I wanted out.”

“Same,” A'ris admitted. “I hated my life. It wasn’t my family’s fault,
necessarily, but I just didn’t want to spend my life on that same
patch dirt. I wanted… more.”

“Well, now we have it,” S’yen said fiercely. Happily. He scrubbed at
his arms. “And soon, we’re gonna be up there flying and no one can
tell us we have to come back down.” Flying and other things. _Lots_ of
other things.

A’ris cast a lingering look at the exposed parts of S’yen as the
bluerider scrubbed. Yeah, things _were_ different now. There was
certainly more to life at the Weyr than there had ever been at home.

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