The Kiss (PG-17)
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: Devin
Date Posted: 10th June 2025
Characters: N'vanik, Z'kim
Description: After another flight, N’vanik remembers a time Z’kim came to his weyr drunk.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 4, day 6 of Turn 12
Notes: PG-17. Caution for swearing.
Rating: PG-17
“Glad you could make it,” Z’kim said between kisses.
“Skipped a Wingleader meeting.” N’vanik’s hand slid lower.
“Really?” Z’kim chuckled.
“Gonna miss another one.” And he really didn’t care. Meetings could be made up. Warroth’s flight couldn’t.
Z’kim laughed harder. “Still got that bad boy streak.”
“Turns you on, doesn’t it?”
“You’re so sharding full of yourself.”
N’vanik’s laugh turned into a gasp as Z’kim’s hand found a sensitive spot. Faranth, why couldn’t they have had this all the time? Well, the important thing was they could share this now, and N’vanik’s desire for Z’kim wasn’t going to disappear. Not after the bonus round. Not after they left the flight room.
The limitations were all gone, but it hadn’t always been like this.
~* ~*~ *~
Month 11, 1196, Dream’s End Weyr
}:Warroth’s is here,:{ Loseth warned a moment before Z’kim called from the ledge entrance, “Hello?”
“Hey Zeke,” N’vanik said as he stood.
The glassy shine in the greenrider’s eyes made it obvious that he’d been drinking. “Loseth said you were home. You’ve been avoiding me.”
“And you’re drunk. You should go sleep it off.” N’vanik felt a pang of guilt, because he _had_ been avoiding his friend and both of them knew why.
The weyr wasn’t large, so it only took a few steps for Z’kim to reach him. “_You_ sleep it off.” He grabbed both N’vanik’s shoulders, yanked him down . . . and kissed him.
N’vanik pushed him away. “Zeke, what the fuck?”
“Oh come on. You don’t have to pretend with me. I know you like it.”
“I’m not _pretending_.” The kiss had felt weird and wrong.
“A romp will do us both some good. Maybe we can get back to normal after you stop being afraid of me.”
“I’m not afraid of you, Zeke.”
“Afraid of what you feel. Afraid of liking men.” Z’kim took a step toward him.
N’vanik took a step back and bumped into the couch. “I _don’t_. That was _flightlust_.”
Z’kim laughed. “Excuses, excuses. I’ve had a bronzerider use my mouth or my hand a few times after a flight. But I’ve never had one kiss me, or screw me, or stroke my cock, or say my name while he came inside me.”
N’vanik stared at the floor, his face as hot as dragon flame. “The dragonlust messed with my head, that’s all.” He could remember all of it, how good it had felt. How much he’d wanted it. And also how all that burning lust just evaporated when it was over.
“There’s nothing wrong with liking men, N’vanik. Let go of that stupid bronzerider ego and just _admit_ it.”
Anger and shame and confusion made his chest tight. N’vanik clenched his fists and met Z’kim’s eyes. “There’s nothing to admit. I felt some kinda way about you, but then it was _gone_, Zeke. It was _gone_.” The most fucked up part of it all was that he _missed_ it.
Z’kim searched his eyes. “Lie to me if you think you have to, but at least don’t lie to yourself.”
He pushed Z’kim, though it wasn’t hard. “I’m not _lying_. You can’t tell me what my own feelings are. Get the fuck out.” He kept pushing, moving Z’kim toward the ledge.
Z’kim glared as he slowly walked backwards and stopped in the doorway. “I’ve had enough of holdbred boys being ashamed and disgusted and looking at me like there’s something wrong with me. I don’t need it from _you_ too.”
N’vanik gripped his arm. “No, Zeke. There’s nothing wrong with you. I’m the one who’s messed up.”
The greenrider jerked out of his grip. “Keep telling yourself that.” Then he walked away.
~*~End flashback~*~
Z’kim was floating in bliss, Nik’s tongue in his mouth as they came down. After dozens of flights together over nearly eighteen Turns, the end of their special bonus round was familiar. Nik’s kisses would slow, and then he would make this soft little sigh, half satisfaction, half sadness, as his lust faded. And then it would be over. Well, there was still the cuddling and a nice nap, but N’vanik’s desire for him would be gone until Warroth rose again.
But this time there was no little sigh.
Whatever had changed after their previous flight, it was still going strong. Nik was into him all the time now, and they’d even done things they’d _never_ done together, not even in the bonus round.
Instead of a sigh, there was a warm chuckle as Nik kissed his way along Z’kim’s neck and shoulder. “Still here. Still want you.”
That was as good as N’vanik admitting he’d been worried things would change back to the way they’d been before. Z’kim buried a hand in N’vanik’s sweaty hair. “You’re really the _weirdest_ bronzerider, I swear.” He pulled the other man up for a kiss.
At first it was lazy, but before long the kiss grew more intense, and N’vanik’s hands started to roam.
“Hmm, what about that nap?” Z’kim murmured against his lips.
“Nap later. Sex now.”
Despite the fact that they’d just had sex twice and neither of them was as young as they’d used to be, Z’kim’s body was quickly heating. He pushed N’vanik over and rolled on top of him. “This time I’m flying you, bronzeboy.”
Last updated on the June 13th 2025