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Most of their contact in recent months had been through their dragons. So in a way, they never went more than a day without news of the other, and yet it was different. This is probably why Z'riah gets so real and tight a hug from X'vae when he comes striding into their weyr on his visit from Monaco. "Shells, but I need to get the fuck out of Monaco and back here." He declares, grinning as one hand comes up to grab Z'riah's face like he could kiss him for being so glad to see him. (He doesn't though.)

Z'riah might have lingering guilt, and rightly so, about their last substantial encounter, but that won't keep him from being very glad to see X'vae. He hugs him back with some measure of excitement, grinning as he says, "I couldn't agree with you more. This place is fucking lonely without you, man."

"Good news!" X'vae grins back half-patting, half-slapping Z'riah's cheek affectionately with the hand there. "Mom took a turn finally, for the better. Shouldn't be long now!" At least he's hopeful of that. Enough to: "Brought back some of my stuff just in case you think to expand since I've been gone so long," and claim his bedroom. "How many times am I going to have to wash my sheets?" He teases good naturedly as he turns to head back to the ledge to get these belongings.

"Really? That's great!" And even if Z'riah might have rolled around in X'vae's sheets while he was last proddy, and possibly while he wasn't, he's not going to tell the bluerider that. "I didn't fuck anyone in your bed. I did offer it to a girl, but she wanted to cuddle." He doesn't even make that sound like a bad thing.

"So just the once," X'vae concludes for the washing, giving Z'riah a grin over his shoulder as he vanishes onto the ledge, returning not long later with an armful of bags to make his way back to his room. Obviously he's bringing home some of the things they left without. "You're cuddling with a girl now, hm? Can it be, someone has finally tamed your wild heart?" He asks dramatically, raising brows at the greenrider.

Z'riah sort of follows but not all the way. "You need a hand with anything?" is asked once X'vae is coming back inside. Maybe he's hoping there isn't anymore work to do. There's a snort about the girl, though, and the greenrider's quick to say, "Faranth, no. I'd sooner fuck your sister." Which is to say, not going to happen. "She's just a kid that needs a friend. She brought you food when you had a hangover." Not that he really wants to remember that.

"Oh, Lya." X'vae says with recognition, nodding. "Seems like a nice girl," a girl for sure, not a woman, but. "If you don't mind the prickles," his hand reaches out to half-tickle up Z'riah's bicep in a way that's meant to intimate the greenrider has prickles of his own that the bluerider is partial to. "And we don't need to go over again what will happen if you ever fuck my sister, do we?" Just checking. It's his brotherly duty.

"She'll fall madly in love with me and we'll have lots of beautiful babies together," says Z'riah with a sigh as though this is actually the reason he doesn't want to sleep with X'vae's hot sister. "You're in a good mood," he points out. It's clearly been too long since Z'riah's been around a genuinely easy going person.

X'vae looks up from where he's meandered back to his bags to start unpacking things. "What can I say, coming home to you..." He trails off and winks at his friend before grinning good naturedly. "You know my grandmother would have a heart attack on the spot if there was a Xaeriah running around." Wouldn't she just, the old metallic-obsessed goldrider.

"It's a good thing little girls aren't my thing, then, isn't it." And that no matter how old X'vae's sister gets, she'll probably always be a little girl to Z'riah. "It's really nice to see your face, Xev. I forget how much I've missed you when you aren't around."

"More than. I don't need to remind you what happens if they ever become your thing, do I?" Evidently X'vae has had to outline a number of things through their long friendship (probably most half-drunkenly). "Likewise, Zif." The bluerider grins. "When I thought I might have to stay in Monaco, I half made arguments to get you to come back. Can't imagine ever being on different ends of the world."

"Oh, please. Do remind me. I might have looked at her ass last time I saw her." Z'riah sounds totally serious but X'vae knows him better than that. "I would've gone back for you," is actually more serious. "What arguments did you come up with?" Maybe they would've dissuaded him from coming at all.

X'vae laughs, "Mostly variations on the same that I used to convince you here, minus all the 'it isn't right to stay' stuff." The blonde is not as creative as one might wish. "I thought I might introduce you to these redheaded twins I met as a bribe, but I know you wouldn't let yourself be swayed so easily." This is teasing. Maybe there are no redheaded twins!

"Man, you must have been desperate if you were willing to give me redheaded twins," Z'riah returns his own teasing. "Or did you mean for us to share them? Because I might've been okay with that, too."

"Oh no, all for you," X'vae waves a hand. That probably means he's still on his whole 'no girls, no sex' kick. But at least that probably means there was no dramatic, romantic renewal of feeling between himself and Moriyah while he's been in Monaco, so that's something, right? "Couldn't bear to take that kind of dream away from you." The twin redheads.

Small blessings. "I kind of want them now," admits Z'riah with a small sigh. "But I guess I'll hang out with you while you're here instead." Because this is clearly the much more noble and less pleasurable option between friends. "Don't tell me you're still neglecting that poor dick of yours."

"Not neglecting," X'vae would never say so anyway. "Zaz caught a couple greens." Greens whose riders X'vae was presumably there for. "But after Riyah, I don't think I need to risk sticking my dick in the crazy again. Not for a while anyway. Besides, I'm going to put in for a wing transfer when I get back so I can go back to search and rescue." Who needs women when one has work?

There's a moment where something like guilt flashes over Z'riah's expression, but he looks away, toward the ledge. "It's not the sticking your dick in crazy that's the problem, Xev." It's that he keeps on dating it, falling in love with it, despite the crazy. "But I'm good with whatever brings you back."

"It's part of the problem," X'vae will make a bid for it. "Besides, the longer I keep my dick in my pants, the longer we can avoid any unpleasantness you might seek to inflict upon any girl who decides to come share my cramped bed." There's amusement for that too.

"So long as you promise to get laid before you start getting all... weird." Z'riah doesn't know how else to put it. But he starts getting kind of weird when he holds off too long. Not that that happens very often. "Ah, man. You know it's just cause I'm jealous." It's said as a joke. So it must be one!

X'vae must take it that way because he rolls his eyes. "I won't get weird. Remember weyrlinghood? We got through that fine." While he was managing a new lifemate and coping with the death of the near and dear to him. Clearly, he was at his sexual peak then and it's therefore a fair comparison.

Well, Z'riah isn't going to argue about the benefits of getting some the whole time X'vae is home. Instead he suggests, "Want to go get a drink once you're done unpacking your shit? Or you taking off again soon?"

"I am, but I have time for a drink." The bluerider smiles apologetically for not staying longer, surely. "I won't be long." He offers as he turns to the items in question and focuses on getting it done as quickly as possible so they can get that drink.