The Greens and the Blues
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: Iluva, Sia
Date Posted: 14th June 2024
Series: Lemhask in Love
Characters: M'thos, T'mhas
Description: M'thos and T'mhas laugh at their children (fondly)
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 2, day 5 of Turn 11
Notes: Mentioned: K'yne, Tamerel, Lemhask, Tannock, T'lonas, Varethos
It was a long day. A weary day. M'thos knew that weyrling training was going to be challenging, but he didn't realize that he was going to be fighting for his life as much as the children did. He welcomed the comfort of his own weyr and his own bed after the last round before light's out, leaving K'yne to his night rotation.
His own weyr was relatively quiet, and even the sounds of T'mhas trying unsuccessfully to put Tamerel to bed eventually faded. M'thos waited for T'mhas to reappear, propped up on the bed with most of the pillows he'd bought with the fruits of the swear jar. "Did you know," He said as soon as T'mhas arrived and shut the door behind him. "That Lem has a bit of a crush?"
T’mhas was already mostly out of his shirt when he shut the door and chucked it on a bedpost in one fluid motion. It had been a long day, but that didn’t show in the easy flex of arms or his sudden smile, trying a little harder than usual not to laugh - though whether it was for their sakes, Tamerel’s, or Lem’s was unclear. “I mighta heard something ‘bout that. I like his enthusiasm but that boy needs to Impress already.” Or be given a pillow of his own.
M'thos chuckled, though he placed a hand over his heart and 'aww'd'. "Can you _imagine_. He'd be the most handsomest boy on the weyrlingstaff.But that'd put him in an awkward position unless Tannock Impressed too. Do you think he's too old for me to schedule a playdate with T'lonas?"
“He would,” came Tam's fond answer, thinking between himself and M'thos he'd never seen more beautiful children than theirs. A big hand briefly met a deltoid muscle before yanking off his belt, that too tossed on a bed post or thereabouts. “Tannock?” He snorted, “Shit Merry, I didn't even ask who it was. Lem was pretty game last we talked, so maybe don't leave ‘em alone together less Fianwyth's got an eye out.” His eyebrows wiggled sillily. “Least he's not like Vare was at that age with his two boyfriends.”
"Maybe I can get them to wash Fianwyth." M'thos mused as he cast an appreciative eye on where that belt used to be. "She's small enough that I don't need a lot of helpers. They can get some alone time without it looking like I'm hovering."
He groaned then, chuckling, at the memory of his eldest. "Don't remind me of Varethos' two boyfriends. Thank goodness that boy has relaxed. Maybe we do need to give 'the greens and the blues' talk to Lem before this gets out of hand."
“Alright, but this is the last time til Tamerel’s, like, twenty.” T’mhas warned. “And you’re doin’ most of the talkin’.” He sat on Merry’s side of the bed, deftly kicking each boot across the floor with a heavy exhale. Leaning back to rest on his elbows, the muscles springing to life along the ridge of his shoulders and chest, he tilted his head to look slightly up at M’thos, propped up on yet more pillows . He’d never bothered to count. Sometimes, just to see the smugness on his mate’s face when the jar was nearly full, he swore on purpose - plus it didn’t hurt for the kids to learn some of that at home. “What d’ya think we oughta tell ‘em about ‘the greens and the bronzes’?”
"No way, it's your turn. I have to give them The Talk as part of their candidate classes. If you do it he won't expect there to be a test at the end." M'thos teased. He leaned into the dip on the bed, sliding easily into the warmth of his weyrmate and the strength of his back. "Greens and Bronzes, huh? Well, children, you shouldn't be a sore loser if your bronze doesn't 'win' that day." He said innocently enough, "And bronzes rarely win greens, you know."
If you could call the boy saying ‘I know’ to every word a ‘talk’, then T’mhas could have swore he’d given Rhas most of the last one. Thankfully there was as decent a chance of Lemhask actually _listening_ to some of it as there was of T’mhas having already lost this negotiation.
“Oh yeah? Never noticed.” He said almost as innocently. The pride bursting across their link brought a smile to his face and as his arm constricted around the other man and a swear pillow went under his head, there was no part of this that felt like losing. “Might be better to tell ‘em _some_ bronzes rarely win greens. _Some_ you can make a pretty mark bettin’ on.” He noted contentedly, voice vibrating through his barrel chest, “Although… it’s good for ‘em to think otherwise. That way they’ll know what it means to catch. And when it’s a particularly lovely green? Well…” No words needed.
"Most bronzes, though I was thinking more about the 'consent' and 'don't be a sore loser' part." M'thos compromised, though his grin was wicked as he shifted closer. "Though how long has it been since Ghraisath caught Fianwyth…?"
“Those are good too.” Tam said without snorting, pausing in acknowledgment. At this angle he realized how easy it would be to kiss along M’thos’ temple. “Too long,” he groaned a little instead.
Fianwyth's flights were not T’mhas’ thing by a long shot. It was everything he wanted when they won- but he _never_ was and _never_ would be a good loser. ‘Sore’ didn't come close to the rage of that loss. Not much did, not in that way. He wasn’t like some other losers were with their mates' flights - the ones who somehow took it in stride and cooled off and apparently let that be that. He wasn’t able to do that. Though it had been a while since he’d acted on it the way their every blaring instinct guided and urged him to. Roared at him to. That possessiveness echoed here, suddenly alive in his touch.
“You in a bettin’ mood?” T’mhas asked somewhere between M’thos’ ear and neck. “Bet you five marks Ghraisath catches this time.”
"Hah! I'll take that bet. I could use a new set of Gather clothes." M'thos chuckled. He didn't often encourage the man's possessiveness, and had on occasion called out the double standard of Ghraisath chasing and winning other greens. Later, he'd remember to tailor the story he told to the candidates so the kids wouldn't catch on. Now, however, it was getting increasingly hard to focus with T'mhas' lips on his neck and his hands blazing hot against his skin. His voice was low and rough with want when he spoke next. "Show me what you'd do if he won."
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