Sexy and We Know It
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: Halyonix, Sia
Date Posted: 3rd June 2025
Characters: S'yen, E'kirim
Description: E'kirim and S'yen gossip after the flight talk
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 6, day 1 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: Th'reyos, T'lat, K'mai, L'kav, Nosarre, Sybana, A'ris
It was evening when E'kirim plopped himself down across from S'yen in the dining hall, a stupid grin on his face. "What'ja think about class today?" He asked, "Thinking about what greens Jenith might chase? Or what people _you_ might chase, once we're allowed?"
"Oh, are you ready for that list?" S'yen replied with a bit of happy snark. While he finished his bite of food, he held up one hand and began counting. "Th'reyos owes me another round of cards and this time I intend on winning more than just a hand. _Obviously_, there's K'mai. He's good for a bang or two. T'lat is _hot_ with multiple T's. So is L'kav." S'yen went on to name an upwards of twelve people of varying rider rank just off the top of his head. "And whichever other ones that Jenith decides on. There's a green flight every day in the Weyr. I won't be dying from a lack of sex again anytime soon."
"Th'reyos looks like a guy who rarely sends his bedding out to wash." E'kirim said with a good-natured frown. "Though I don't doubt the rest. Maybe work your way up the list and see if those rose-coloured glasses come off once you're no longer dehydrated." He considered a moment though, the grin quickly returning. "Is Jenith going to chase? What if he's just so 'eh' about it and you have to get guys the old fashioned way?"
"I've been working that list for five Turns and it hasn't gone sour yet," S'yen said back. He had more than just the ones he named too. And if he got back into Cyan Wing parties, he was going to be golden. "And if Jenith doesn't want to chase, that's fine. I've got my leads. Why? You wanna be one of them?"
"Wait a second, I'm not on the list already? I'm hurt." E'kirim said in mock offense. "I don't think I can recover from this insult."
S'yen rolled his eyes. "Fiiiine, you can be on the list too. Big baby bronzeriders. Always wanting special treatment. Please tell me you know how to bottom. Or do I have to teach you that?" Not that S'yen was complaining but he had already been approached by a few of their classmates about how to have sex with a guy when you're a guy. He was wondering if he should write an informational pamphlet for the Weyrlingmasters.
E'kirim batted his eyes jokingly. "Oh, I know how. But I only do it for that special treatment. I do have a reputation now as a bronzerider to uphold now." Little did he know about his sudden reputation in Cyan Wing. "How many people have to focus on their 'homework', do you think?"
"The boys seem ready to get at it," S'yen replied. "The girls?" He made a wavering motion with his hand. "Wonder how prissy Nosarre is going to handle it though. Wanna bet she waits until the flight?"
"I dunno. Nosarre is weyrbred. I don't think she has to worry about it." E'kirim said, "Fancy ladies here don't have to think about saving themselves for marriage. I'm a little concerned about Sybana, though." He wrinkled his nose a little in thought, but decided he didn't want to gossip about her. She was doing her best. "Has A'ris made a pass at you? I don't think his family actually gave him any kind of talk. I wouldn't be surprised if he thought that babies were delivered by firelizards."
S'yen snorted down a guffaw. "Funny you mention him. I didn't think he would ask but..." S'yen winked at E'kirim. "Why? You want a piece of him? I'm sure I can share."
E'kirim straightened in sudden interest, grinning. "He _didn't_!" He exclaimed, laughing. "Maybe drop my name as an interested party. Gosh, this is the tragedy of impressing bronze. No one includes me in any kind of fun."
"That's because everyone is still thinking old-style. Bronzes only pick straight guys, blah blah blah," S'yen said. "Face it, you're gonna be hammering at that stereotype for a while. But, if you want, maybe I can start spreading the word around that you're interested. Get you into a few Cyan Wing parties or something." His expression, however, showed that he wasn't doing it entirely to be nice. S'yen was going to be looking for his own back to be scratched somehow.
Unfortunately for S'yen (or fortunately), E'kirim was not savvy enough to understand that the other man was looking for a favour, but he did nod his head and say brightly. "Sure! Wingman for me, I mean. I think I can get an invite to Cyan Wing parties if I wanted. That's J'ler's Wing."
"Perrrrrfect," S'yen purred. That way he wouldn't have to leverage his own contacts. "And are we spreading the word that you're with J'ler? Loud and proud?"
E'kirim cocked his head, the grin still wide and easy on his face, but his eyes flicked away for half a second, a little too quick. "With?" He echoed, "I'm not hiding that we're sleeping together, if that's what you mean. We're not serious."
"That's the best way to be. Not serious, all fun. Because who knows what tomorrow is bringing, that's for sure. So, we wingman for each other, get you a few more interested, get me a few more regulars. Sound like a plan?"
"Pff, sure. What are you doing, rolling a die? Drawing a card? Are you getting anything out of it, at least?" The conversation did vaguely remind E'kirim of his mom and their life back at Amber Hills.
"I get sex," S'yen drawled. He snapped his fingers a few times rapidly. "I'm not out for a boyfriend. I'm out to get screwed. The more, the merrier."
E'kirim chuckled, folding his arms on the table and leaning forward with a conspiratorial grin. "You're a menace," he said, "I hope you don't do it so much that you get bored of it entirely."
“If I get bored with it, I’ll figure that out then. For now, I’ve got missed months to make up for. And you’ve got some connections to make.”
“Well, here’s to making connections, I guess.” He snagged a leftover bit of roll off S’yen’s plate, ignoring the mock offense, and popped it into his mouth.
“You’ll thank me later. Trust me,” S’yen assured him.
Last updated on the June 10th 2025