Cuddly Much? (Tag B'ren)

[Yuu Kanduet]

A soft groan slipped from D'isk as he stirred for the first time in nearly nine candlemarks. Flights always drained him of energy, and he enjoyed the fact that he was left alone to sleep in after them. D'isk also enjoyed waking up to the warmth of a person next to him. Usually D'isk wouldn't be so casual with affection, but he tended to be rather touchy feely after a romp through the furs.

His legs were tangled between the smaller legs of B'ren. D'isk recognized the Bronze rider from both his days as a candidate and a weyrling. At least the man who had caught him was familiar. It would have been even more odd waking up to a total stranger.

Leaning up on one arm, D'isk looked down at the still sleeping form of his bed-mate. Then he promptly snuggled against the Bronzerider. Burying his nose in the crook of his neck and lavishing small and swift kisses to the well muscled and lean neck before moving on to lick and nip at the curve of B'ren's shoulder.

The fur of D'isk's bed was heavy across his legs where it had most likely been kicked sometime after they had fallen asleep or it may have been before, but it didn't matter. D'isk reached down and pulled it up over them both. The added warmth it would provide would make everything even cozier in the chilly weyr.

D'isk nudged B'ren's arm away from it's position tucked against his side so that he could slide between the arm and broad chest of B'ren. Snuggling his body flush against B'ren's, D'isk reburied his face against the curve of B'ren's collar bone where his neck and shoulder met. It was quite comfy, not to mention B'ren smelled very nice, like dragon, leather, and musk that was undeniably male.

[Ise]

B’ren had always been a bit of a heavy sleeper. Throw in how tiring flights were and it was no wonder the young man stayed passed out for so long. Even as he felt someone stirring next to him he was able to keep sleeping for a little longer. The sound of another person was a nice one, until getting his own weyr, B’ren could have counted the nights he had spent without someone in the same room as him on a single hand. First it had been his foster siblings, then his fellow candidates and weyrlings.

Of course he liked it ten times better when someone was sharing his bed with him. He could feel the warmth of another body next to him and the playful nips and kisses he got as he slowly started to wake up. Really, what better way was there to be woken up? And for once Zeuth wasn’t nagging him to death about being lazy. This had to be one of the most perfect mornings he had had in a while.

The young man shifted a bit as someone cuddled up against him. B’ren wrapped his arm more tightly around the body, pulling them close to him as he turned a bit and rested the side of his face against the top of their head. Hrum short hair tickled at B’ren’s cheek. The bronze rider couldn’t think of any girls that had hair short enough to bristle against his face like this. His eyes slowly opened and blinked a few times before he started to look around a little.

Oh. Oh boy. Well. No wonder he couldn’t think of a girl that had such short hair. His body tensed up under D’isk and B’ren let out a slow breath as it sunk into him just what this meant. He knew he shouldn’t be so surprised by this, Zeuth wasn’t the first bronze that had caught a green ridden by a male. He cleared his throat a little before speaking, trying to ignore the fact that his voice seemed a little higher then normal.
“Well uh good morning D’isk. I hope that last night wasn’t too bad for you. That was a first for me. Er not like first first ever. Just first. With a uh. Um. Well!”
Nope. This wasn’t awkward for him. Not at all.

[Yuu Kanduet]

The headiness of sleep was not quite strong enough to reclaim D'isk, and he simply lay there comfortably. When the arm tightened around him, pulling him closer, D'isk went willingly. In fact the Green rider was all for nuzzling the chest he was pressed against, pressing another light kiss to the collar bone and then another to the throat.

With how close he was pressed to B'ren, D'isk could hardly miss the way he suddenly tensed. Raising his head so that he could look at B'ren as the Bronze rider floundered for words. It didn't surprise D'isk that B'ren was uncomfortable with the knowledge that he was lying in bed with another man. B'ren rode a Bronze after all. Dragging his hand up from its former postition on B'ren's stomach, D'isk brought it up so that it lay with splayed fingers over B'ren's sternum. D'isk then used this position to gain enough leverage to lean over B'ren.

"You didn't damage me in any way. That counts for something."

D'isk's eyes were serious for the first time in a while. Mirth was usually their constant companion, but D'isk remembered his first time with another man. Sure things were marginally different. He actually liked men, and he had been the receptive partner. All the same, it had been awkward and mortifying. This meant it was several times worse for B'ren.

"You're welcome to either leave or stay and finish resting. I'll even stop touching you. Of course I would prefer it if you remained. It would be even better if we could refrain from moving. I am rather affectionate after Flights."

[Ise]

B’ren looked up at D’isk. He did his best to try and hide his discomfort and not let things get too awkward but even he wasn’t good enough to hide it all. Still, it wasn’t bad enough that he was suddenly going to run away. He just really wished he was wearing pants. Yes. Pants would be a good place to start.

“Well. That’s good. I uh wouldn’t want to hurt you.”
He wasn’t sure what was more unsettling; having the man this close to him where he could see some of the marks he had left on D’isk, or being able to see just how serious the green rider was. He didn’t think he had ever seen such a serious look on D’isk’s face during lessons. B’ren shut his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before peeking one blue eye open and looking up at D’isk, giving him something closer to his normal smile. This could have been worse. He could have woken up next to N’var.

“Well this was your flight so uhh if you want me to stay and not move we can do that. It wouldn’t be fair to you.”
Yes, he would be nice and polite. Even if all he wanted to do was pull on his clothes and get out of there. Likely this was something he’d have to get at least semi-use to. He also had a feeling this was pay back for all those times he had flittered with guys just to make them uncomfortable. Now it was his turn.

The hint of a frown touched his lips as he wondered what he was suppose to do. Was he suppose to continue cuddling D’isk? He might be able to do that and have it come off slightly natural if he pretended that D’isk was a girl. But that could lead to other, equally awkward side effects for him. Really what he needed to do was to stop thinking so much about this. He never had this sort of problem when he was with girls.

B’ren rubbed at his eyes a bit before he looked at D’isk.
“So uh look. If you couldn’t tell this is a little weird for me. I’m not going to just rush out of here, because that’d just make things even worse. Which would be bad since we’re like on the same wing and will still have to see each other every day. And you are a nice guy, so if I was more into guys I’d probably be all over this. And I’m probably just making an ass of myself aren’t I. But uh no. I’m not going to leave and I understand the liking to cuddle and stuff after flights so if you um keep it above the waist I’ll try not to let it weird me out too much. And you know, I think I’m just going to shut my mouth for awhile.”

[Yuu Kanduet]

Realizing that B'ren wasn't about to lighten up with him looming over him, D'isk flopped back down on to his bed theatrically and gave a dramatic sigh. The Green rider folded one hand delicately across his eyes much like a swooning holder woman. The gesture was ridiculous looking on the well-muscled giant, and D'isk knew it. All previous seriousness was gone from his expression, and his mouth threatened to twitch into a smile even as he tried his best to act put-out.

"The decent boys are always skirt-chasers. It is like a curse!"

Failing miserably at his act, D'isk gave a hearty chuckle. He was still laying on B'ren's arm, but had untangled his legs from B'ren's as he had been asked. B'ren acted like he was going to suddenly get jumped or something. He really needed to lighten up. D'isk placed his head back down on B'ren's bicep. He brought his legs up to his chest and laid there with his back to B'ren.

"Hey, it's not like I'm going to force anything on you. I just like the warmth of being close to someone. Makes it seem like this actually means something. Makes it seem less like I just got used."

D'isk had been sorely tempted to reach out and thread his fingers with B'ren's, but that would make this seem to intimate, to personal. Flights weren't personal, and waking up afterward made them seem even less so. Most riders of a higher rank than Blue left almost immediately upon awakening, and even then, sometimes the Blue riders didn't stick around.

The sudden thought of a conversation he had once had with J'zen after being flown by the Blue rider came to D'isk's mind. J'zen may not have remained in the bed, but he had stayed for a few candlemarks to keep D'isk company, even entertaining the Green rider with stories of the North and knowledge he had collected as a harper.

"You know, all Green riders used to be male. J'zen was telling me about it. He said that Golds hadn't always been allowed to fly either. Weird, huh?"

[Ise]

B’ren couldn’t help but let out a snorting little chuckle as D’isk reacted overly dramatic. He relaxed a little, a smirk rising to his lips as he managed to not be so jumpy. So he was slightly uncomfortable still, but things could have been worse and at least D’isk seemed to be pretty understanding about the whole thing.

Oooof course then B’ren felt suddenly guilty. He had never given much thought to what the green riders went though after a flight. They seemed to enjoy the flight itself and since this was the first flight he had actually won, he had never dealt with anyone but the flight moths.
“I… look, I don’t want you to feel like I used you. I mean that’s not what I was trying to do at least. This isn’t really my thing you know but it wasn’t meaningless to me. Despite my man-whoring reputation I don’t actually sleep with everyone.”

The bronze rider shifted, keeping his arm under D’isk’s head as he rolled from his back to his side. After a moment he tentivitly laid a hand on the green rider’s shoulder. He wasn’t sure what he should do, and it showed, but he was at least trying to make the effort to show that he wasn’t quite as jumpy now, or as weirded out.

The topic change was a good one. It at least stopped B’ren from feeling as guilty.
“I’ve been going through a bunch of the old records, I mean stuff from Igen and Benden and Fort, and I’ve noticed that female riders were pretty rare. I didn’t know about the golds though. I’m not too surprised though, I mean if they ever hit a time where there were only a couple of gold dragons left I might not want them flying either. Better to keep them safe then risk losing them in some stupid accident.”
B’ren had to wonder if Refuge would be doing the same thing with their queens.

[Yuu Kanduet]

D'isk really hadn't meant for B'ren to become distressed at his words. He hadn't meant them with malice. It was just that to a romantic such as himself these one night stands were trying on his conscience. It was funny really. People didn't even consider it cheating if your dragon was caught by someone else during a relationship, and here D'isk was considering it cheating before he was even in a relationship. As if his Flights would take away from the experience of joy and specialness that any future love interest could offer. It really had nothing to do with B'ren. Unfortunately D'isk couldn't just say all that, so the topic change was a nice way of distracting them both.

"I don't mean rare. I mean there were no girl riders period. Girls were only allowed to stand for the Queen eggs and that's it. Records say the first female Green rider was a total fluke, that she Impressed from the stands, but no one knows the truth of that."

D'isk gave a mirthful chuckle. H didn't mind female riders. D'isk loved women, the way the seemed so carefree and nice most of the time was absolutely endearing. He just wasn't interested in them on a romantic level.

"Now we have a couple of Blue riding girls. Look how far we have come."

Rolling over so that he was looking back at B'ren, D'isk threw his free hand in the air. The other arm was being crushed by underneath his body, but he'd free it in a moment. He was on a roll.

"As for the Queen riders, I'd like to be there when they were told they had to sit in their weyrs all day and do nothing. Those fine women are nothing if not stubborn. There's a reason they are chosen to lead the Weyr after all."

At this point, D'isk gave a hearty chuckle and wriggled his arm free so that he could pillow his head on it. He had rolled off B'ren's arm by accident, but it didn't matter all that much. D'isk could see him, could look him in the eye in this position.

[Ise]

“I wonder if girls ever tried to dress up as guys to try and Impress.”
He wouldn’t have been surprised if there had been a couple to try that. Some girls were happy and content with doing the womanly things, others were more then happy to fight against some of those ideas and the frightening women of the Dragon Shield proved that.
“If they never Impressed I wonder if something like that would even show up in the record books. What a shame something like that never happened, could have made a good song I bet. Or at least get an interesting reaction out of the winner of that first flight…”

Ah yes the girls on blues. B’ren had never given them much thought. It had been rather shocking when the blue dragons went to the girls instead of the guys but B’ren was young enough were it hadn’t bugged him too much. And he had been far too busy watching for his own dragon to really care what anyone else was Impressing. Still, the girls were nice enough and as long as they worked hard during wing training the bronze rider rarely even realized that it was girls on male dragons.

A slight frown touched the young man’s lips as he thought of having to tell the gold riders they couldn’t fly during Thread. He shuddered a little at the thought of that argument. Thankfully that duty would be left to A’lez or D’seus, a senior bronze rider. Not him.
“Yeah, I don’t think any of them would be too happy about that. Well not any of the ones that I’ve seen so far. Some of them might be a little more, uhh understanding of the reasons behind the request. But if I had to be the one to tell that to a gold rider, I think I’d do it from across the Weyr. Send up smoke signals or something like that.”
B'ren gave a little nod, that'd be a perfect way to do it. He'd be far, far away from angry females. He'd keep Zeuth close by too though, just in case he needed to make a quick escape on dragon back.

[Yuu Kanduet]

D'isk tried to picture someone smoke signaling the Gold riders of the Weyr to tell them they were grounded, but couldn't manage to get past the image of a Bronze rider running from several enraged female dragons and their riders. It was an amusing picture to say the least, and D'isk couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

"Thank the first egg I ride a Green. I would probably just walk away and not even try to tell them by either smoke or drum signals."

Stretching lazily, D'isk arched his back until it popped and pushed himself up. As comfortable as he was lazing in bed- he could do it all day- he was feeling a tad restless. Once he was sitting beside B'ren, D'isk gave a large yawn which he only slightly managed to cover with the back of his hand. The air was cool and a shiver ran through D'isk as he tossed the covers off.

"I'll need to wash these before I sleep in them again."

The comment was delivered in a lackadaisical tone, as if he were used to such things. Unfortunately D'isk was used to it. Horny Greens... The couch would smell like B'ren, and D'isk didn't really fancy sleeping with the scent of someone else in his bed, especially when he was determined to find the perfect weyrmate for himself!

"You can stay there if you want, but I need to stand."

D'isk didn't bother with clothes. It was his weyr after all, and he was quickly getting used to the cooler air. Besides, he was too filthy to put on clean clothes, and it would take way too much effort to dig around his weyr for his old clothes. D'isk was in a lazy mood.

[Ise]

“Unfortunately, riding big shiny dragons means you get sucker into doing a lot of things you don’t really want to do.”
Not that B’ren would have it any other way. While he sometimes had to do unpleasant things or sit through boring meetings, most of it wasn’t that bad. And well Zeuth wouldn’t be Zeuth if he wasn’t a bronze.

At the comment of needing to wash everything, B’ren wondered if he was suppose to help out with that. Oh he was use to sleeping with people, but he didn’t know the etiquette when it came to flights. Was he suppose to help clean up? Or was that the hint for him to get out? What if there weren’t any rules to this stuff?!

B’ren was staring straight ahead as he tried to figure this part of flights out when D’isk got out of bed and walked by him. Naked. The bronze rider stared and blinked a few times before he actually dawned on him what he was looking at. He made a startled sound before slapping his hands over his eyes, flipping himself onto his stomach and hiding his face into the pillow. He said something loudly into the pillow, though it just got muffled into gibberish.

The young man wasn’t sure why he was having such a poor reaction. This wasn’t the first time he had seen another naked man, the public baths were full of them and D’isk was better looking then some of the people that used them. He was sure that someone would say that he had some sort of secret crush on the man if they found out about this. But no, D’isk was a nice guy and was a physically nice looking as well, but it did nothing for B’ren. This was not how he had wanted his first winning flight to be.

[Yuu Kanduet]

Startled by the sudden cry and movement, D'isk turned to look over at B'ren with alarm. The Bronze rider didn't seem to be in trouble. He was just having an existential crisis in D'isk's bed. This amused D'isk something fierce and he allowed a few chuckles to escape his hopelessly trembling body as he laughed silently. When he was able to talk, it was breathy and light as if he had been running.

"You know you have the same parts down south. There's nothing to be startled over. I assure you I am very normal in that department."

Unable to hold himself up completely, D'isk leaned against the side of the bed that B'ren was hiding in. D'isk's fingers wandered mischievously towards the pillow B'ren had buried himself into. For some reason D'isk was overcome with the need to tease B'ren, try to get him to loosen up. The hard part was over. There were no more 'illicit' activities to be had. This should be the fun part of the Flight, the getting to know each other and making friends part. It was a real shame that other riders always forgot this part. With that final thought, D'isk snatched the pillow away and scampered off with it.

[Ise]

Yes, B’ren was well aware they both had the same junk. He grumbled something into the pillow, less amused by this then D’isk was. The bronze rider stayed right where he was, even when he felt the pressure of the green rider leaning against the bed, B’ren kept his face buried into the pillow.

Until the pillow was snatched away from him. B’ren’s face smacked the bed before he turned to see the back side of D’isk running off, pillow in hand. B’ren lunged after him, almost falling as the blankets and furs tried to trip him up. He took two naked steps away from the bed before he stopped and turned back. He snatched one of the blankets up and wrapped it awkwardly around his waist, holding it closed with one hand. D’isk was free to run around his room naked but B’ren was not that confident. Plus it was chilly!

Now that he felt prepared, B’ren gave chase. It was not a very fast chase, the blanket got his legs tangled up if he tried to go too fast but at least D’isk was slowed by all his laughing. The bronze rider tried to keep a slightly more serious look on his face but his lips kept curling up into a little grin before he could stop it.
“Hey! Get back here! That’s my pillow. Even though it’s really yours. It’s still mine until I put pants on!”

[Yuu Kanduet]

D'isk playfully darted to the other side of the weyr while holding the pillow over his head like some kind of fluffy trophy. B'ren was giving chase, and D'isk took that to be a good sign. The furs around the Bronzerider's waist were a real shame though. D'isk wouldn't have minded seeing him run around in the buff. Just because it wasn't going to happen didn't mean D'isk couldn't look. He was still breathing after all, and B'ren was very attractive.

Whenever B'ren got too close, D'isk would take off swiftly to the other side of the room where he would wait breathlessly grinning until he was able to repeat the process. It was fun, and D'isk was truly glad that one of his victors had been willing to stay and play. Maybe someone in the future would as well. Maybe there was hope for true love after all.

"Can I ask you something B'ren? Have you ever been in love?"

D'isk leapt over a table he had upset earlier in a clumsy tumble and warily eyed his opponent over the mess as he waited for a reply. The Greenrider had never been in love, and he wanted some tips. Maybe the Bronzerider could give him some.