Logs:Suit Yourself
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| RL Date: 13 September, 2014 |
| Who: H'vier, K'zin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: No, H'vier's still totally straight. |
| Where: Lake Shore, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 17, Month 10, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Madilla/Mentions, Tayte/Mentions, T'volt/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Sex, violence, language, the use of the word "cock". Back-dated. |
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| Another day, another lost green flight. Reisoth is over two decades old. One would think that, eventually, losing a flight wouldn't affect his rider so much. No such luck. H'vier is pissed off when he leaves the weyr where some bluerider is getting ready to have his way with a pretty young greenrider. "Why don't you ever win the fucking the greens with women!" he yells at the dragon who is not currently present. The bronze is already off doing whatever he does after not winning, leaving his rider to cope on his own. H'vier's path has put him on a course for the lake and he's already pulling out of his shirt as he makes his way toward the cool water. H'vier is hardly the only bronzerider to have had the idea of a cold dip to get over flight-derived lust. K'zin, of course, as per the Relationship Rules Section 6, Subsection B, pertaining to Home Territory Flights, attempted to find Telavi first. But with two classes of weyrlings now under her purview, it was quite impossible for her to get away. Rasavyth, with the grip he maintains on K'zin until he's good and ready to let him go, would have preferred to exercise the Flight Exception Option, allowing an out-of-relationship liaison without Consequences, but the rider asserted himself and made fast tracks down to the lake. As such, K'zin's clothes are in a pile on the shore and he's already waist deep when the other bronzerider arrives. But, hey, it's a big lake, right? H'vier only manages to rid himself of his shirt and his boots before he's in the water. He doesn't dive so much as fall into it, which is probably good since it's not exactly diving deep right here. He might even notice that there's another person before he goes under, but it's not until he resurfaces that he's looking in that direction and starting to drift further down the other way. To spread out in that big lake they're in. It might not even be K'zin's choice to laugh when H'vier falls into the lake, nor to still be laughing when he comes up. It's almost definitely not the man's choice to amusedly call, "She sure as shells did a number on you," as if he's any better off. "They all fucking do. Sharding useless greens." Barely worth his dragon's time to begin with, and then they go and leave him needing a dunk in water that's colder than what's available to him. H'vier keeps his gaze focused in the other bronzerider's direction for another moment or two, then turns his back on him as he sinks down into the water again. "And no panties ready to hit the floor for you." K'zin clicks his tongue chidingly. Tch tch. "Left to what little mercy the lake has to offer," Nevermind that he's here too. "Fuck you," says H'vier. "If I wanted to take someone's panties off, I wouldn't be out here." He definitely would have chosen somewhere with a better view. Something with boobs, probably. "I dunno, you're more muscular than my usual type," K'zin seems to have missed the intended meaning of the first two words, now considering the taller man thoughtfully. At least there's little enough light for him to make comments about age. H'vier isn't particularly interested in encouraging that line of thought, so he doesn't repeat the sentiment. Instead he growls something that's probably not very flattering about K'zin's 'type' and turns to take his muscles back to shore with him. That sets K'zin laughing again. "Coward," he accuses with mischief in his expression, not that it can be seen in the dim light. And if H'vier wants to take that name and be gone, that's totally okay with the laughing K'zin. If he weren't already riled up on flight lust, H'vier would probably just take the name and be gone. But he's pretty riled up right now, so he turns back before he's made it out of the water. He doesn't even just stand there, either. He walks a new path that brings him closer to the younger bronzerider. Once he's close enough to his usual 'threatening threshold' he asks, "You want to say that again?" "Coward." K'zin enunciates emphatically without any ceremony. "I thought they only bred your type in Holds where they're too busy cramming rods up their asses to have room for anything that might feel good." K'zin's not as tall as the other bronzerider, nor certainly as practiced in fights, but there's been many a brawl that have had K'zin's mark on them. Thank goodness Madilla works magic with broken noses! Fortunately, it's not a punch that H'vier throws. Unfortunately, it's kind of his whole body that surges toward the other bronzerider as he tries to shove him into the water. Drowning annoying kids is a valid option, right? The only vocalization K'zin earns is an angry/frustrated yell/growl thing. It's probably fortunate for K'zin that Rasavyth is still a heavy presence in him (although, if he wasn't, things probably wouldn't have gotten so far in the first place). Rasavyth's intelligence makes the man keenly aware of the danger of the water, even though they're only waist deep. K'zin was more ready for a punch, so he's stepping back abruptly, but not in time. Footing, the most crucial thing in a water fight that might not be entirely joking, is lost and he goes under. He doesn't lack in strength and there's an awful lot of wriggling and thrashing against those parts of the older rider that has a hold of him in an attempt to slip free. Wriggling and thrashing that-- well, in the wake of a flight loss, probably doesn't feel wholly unpleasant. How often can a man say he's been saved from possible drowning by an erection? Well, K'zin can say so proudly now! It's probably less the erection itself than the fact that the younger bronzerider is wriggling against it in ways he can't ignore that makes H'vier shove the other man away from him and splash a few feet further away. "Stay the fuck away from me, faggot," he threatens. But once he's in water that's shallow enough for him to sit, H'vier stays there, rubbing his hands over his face before his forehead settles into his hands, elbows propped against his bent knees. There's coughing first, of course. But then there's laughter. And wouldn't you know it, K'zin is following the bronzerider after a moment, though staying out of arm's reach. "I'm not." It's a statement, "But I could help you out with that, if you asked. Nicely." No, there's no mistaking which 'that' he means given the pointing finger. H'vier glances up at the other bronzerider, looking both defensive and dubious. "You'd fucking love that, wouldn't you." That's what people like K'zin like, after all. "Go fuck yourself," is probably not the nice asking that was suggested. But maybe he doesn't realize the way his gaze lingers. Flight lust is a bitch sometimes. It really is. It's K'zin's turn to intolerantly launch himself bodily upon H'vier, intending to try to pin him to the ground. "Has anyone ever told you to learn some fucking manners, you closet-case?" It's growled and none too friendly. Maybe the fact that H'vier doesn't see many people he thinks are that way as a physical threat makes it easier for K'zin to pin him into the wet sand. That's probably what he'll tell himself later, anyway. The wet sand doesn't give H'vier very good leverage to struggle back, even though he tries. "Get the fuck off of me," he growls back more dangerously than he probably looks right now. "Suit yourself," K'zin answers, rolling off and away from H'vier. "But seriously, you should stop thinking it's faggy to get off after a flight. Nothing wrong with a good fuck," at least in his book. "Not that I wouldn't prefer my girlfriend or-" Hey, there's a thought! H'vier can think he was going to say some other skirt, and in the meantime Rasavyth can follow up laughingly with Nicaith. "Stop talking," says H'vier. This time it's less... angry, though. This time there's something there that's more of a request and less of a threat. Instead of trying to go after K'zin for pinning him down, the bronzerider lifts a hand to push his wet hair back out of his face. "Where's your girlfriend now?" That probably means it's okay for him to talk again. K'zin's silence comes to answer the request though it's heavily laden with amusement. He sits back on his knees in the sand. "Weyrlings." If the younger man weren't as he's been this whole while the "You fucked her once. Reisoth caught Solith," might be delivered very differently, but now it's easy. "Long while back, before we got stranded in Telgar." "I remember. She's friends with my--" H'vier doesn't know what to call Tayte right now, so he just cuts himself off instead, looking up at the sky. There are more important thing to think about, anyway. Namely, "You said you could help. How?" It's asked, somewhat uncomfortably, as his attention turns back toward the younger bronzerider. "Nothing wrong with a good get-your-rocks-off fuck," K'zin repeats, in case H'vier was too distracted to have heard his opinion on this before. "But I suppose if you're so squeamish, I could blow you instead. Or use my hand, but as with women, those things are a good deal less fun when there's a better option." Namely, the first one. The way K'zin drawls... he doesn't quite sound like himself. A touch more refined for all the directness of the approach to the topic at hand. He pushes himself up onto his feet, "But regardless of which you want, we're both covered in sand now," so he turns to head back toward the water. "Come if you like." Or don't. He doesn't seem concerned. He doesn't look back. Oh, no, he probably heard it. He just didn't internalize it as Help because that's not how he thinks when there aren't boobs attached to the person he's talking to. Usually, anyway. But now? H'vier is actually considering what K'zin is saying instead of blowing it off without a second thought. He even watches the younger bronzerider turn back to the water for a few moments before glancing around, perhaps to make sure there's no one else watching them. When he rises, now, he's unfastening his wet pants to let them drop to the sand. And then he follows. K'zin wasn't waiting for H'vier even once he was in the water. He's quite studiously rinsing himself down, paying most particular attention to the parts of himself that might be the worst effected by lingering sand with friction, if they actually get that far. His back is to the taller man, which probably says a lot for his trust that H'vier isn't coming for blood this time. H'vier is definitely not coming for blood. Not on purpose, anyway. He's oddly hesitant, though, or maybe just cautious, as he approaches. Once he's closer, he stops, gaze focused on K'zin. Or, rather, on K'zin's lower back. He moves a hand to stroke himself slowly as he points out, "I don't get fucked." Just in case that was at all in question. "You're missing out," K'zin informs H'vier quite seriously, before he's grinning over his shoulder at the other man. "Fortunately for you, I do. And enjoy it. If you're not lousy at it. But the way the women tell stories about you..." There are expectations to live up to. K'zin shifts in the water, turning to face the other bronzerider and takes a step toward him, bringing him quite close, but not quite... er, crossing sabres. His hand does, however, move to where H'vier's is and seeks to take over the motion. The sound H'vier makes suggests he doesn't think he's missing out at all, and his gaze comes up as K'zin turns toward him. He doesn't back away as the younger man steps closer, but there's a definite tension when that unfamiliar hand touches him. H'vier closes his eyes and turns his head away just enough so that he's not looking at K'zin when he opens them again. "Don't kiss, either," he adds to his list. There's a low, soft laugh to answer the words but whatever private amusement K'zin finds in them, he doesn't share. "Don't worry." He offers as easy reassurance before turning his focus to the task at hand. "Think of some beautiful willing woman if you like." He doesn't care. It's not like he wants H'vier's affection, just his cock. Thanks, glowy green! The laugh doesn't seem to bother H'vier very much. It might, maybe, if there wasn't a green involved in his current desire. But right now the bigger bronzerider is only concerned about the hand. Even that he stills after a little while, without any reciprocation. He doesn't leave after that, though. He's not done. That wouldn't make sense. Instead H'vier grabs K'zin by the arm and turns him away. His hand settles into a firm grip on the other bronzerider's shoulder, trying to push him forward just so while his other hand guides him. Once it's guidance isn't needed anymore, he holds K'zin's hip steady against the not particularly gentle assault this is likely to become. K'zin doesn't seem concerned with reciprocation. Maybe he's just a giver like that, or maybe he's encountered H'vier's type before. If the other bronzerider grimaces a little at the unprepared entry, it can't be seen and there's no sound to indicate anything horribly amiss though a groan does escape him of mingled pleasure and discomfort. There is some shifting by the man that doesn't have him moving away from H'vier, but rather aiding in finding a better angle. Such small adjustments he makes as they move along, too. Rough seems to be enough up K'zin's alley as a bottom that unless H'vier is trying to inflict damage, he goes with it without complaint, and indeed, with appreciation. He doesn't seem to expect any reach-around help but rather takes himself immediately in hand to deftly see to the matter in time with what seems likely to be the larger man's own release. The water, at least, is on K'zin's side. It makes it more difficult for H'vier to move as quickly as he'd like. Not impossible, of course, but more difficult. He's oddly quiet, the ragged edge in his breath the only real indication that this is, on some level, very satisfying. And it's all too soon before he's gotten what he needs out of the other bronzerider. There are a few moments spared for the recovery of his good senses and then H'vier is withdrawing, hesitating, then turning away with, no doubt, every intention of pretending this didn't just happen. K'zin must have misjudged because it's not until the other bronzerider is getting his own. It thusly takes him a few moments longer to get his wits. There's a chuckle as dark eyes spot H'vier's direction but his only comment as he begins using the water for a different purpose is, "Well, that was fun." And a fairly cheerful, "Thanks." Though he doesn't seem inclined to talk about it or revisit it, and hey, he's not even asking H'vier to cuddle or for a kiss goodbye! Nope, the younger man seems prepared at this juncture to let H'vier pretend. He got what he wanted after all. He's not quite out of the water, still standing where the water can lap at his feet, when he pauses to turn back and look in K'zin's direction. "Keep this to yourself," H'vier tells the younger bronzerider. Never mind that they were basically where anyone passing by could have seen them, if not, possibly, well enough to actually recognize them. He even adds on a, "Please," which, perhaps surprisingly, doesn't sound at all like a threat. There are Requests and there are Rules. But, with enough intelligence that means Rasavyth is still an influence, if not a strong one now that needs have been met, K'zin doesn't say the rules say he has to kiss and tell. Actually, he doesn't look back at H'vier now, so maybe he didn't hear; or maybe it's H'vier's turn to feel used and forgotten. H'vier could probably make his desire for discretion more forcefully known, in case K'zin is simply ignoring him. Or didn't hear him. But, for whatever reason, he leaves it at that, turning away again to find his clothes, pull on his pants and probably find somewhere to get well and truly wasted. |
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