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Writers: Aaron, Corrin, Duskdog, Halyonix, Heather, Iluva, Sia
Date Posted: 4th June 2025

Characters: E'kirim, Z'renh, L'kayric, S'yen, C'uren, M'rhas, A'ris, X'das, J'tavin
Description: The boys gossip after the mating flight lecture…
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 6, day 1 of Turn 12
Notes: Directly after Try Not to Panic

L'kayric

S'yen

M'rhas

A'ris

E'kirim launched himself backward into the snow with a dramatic groan, arms flung wide, sending powder flying in a sparking arc around him. His breath fogged in the cold air as he wiggled his arms up and down, turning his imprint into a snow figure. It was strangely familiar to what Norrianth was doing in the training grounds, where the weyrling dragons were allowed to romp while their riders were in lessons, albeit nowhere near as graceful as his rider.

"Alright, boys. You heard the weyrlingmasters." He deadpanned from the ground. "Get some lube and a buddy. Mating flights are a-comin'."

“Is that… so, like, you’re into that, or…?” X’das looked around like he had won the jackpot. “I mean, shells, I thought I was going to have to beg C’uren, but. You can just hang out right there, and I’ll do the work. The rest of you can watch.”

Z’renh sighed. This was superfluous for him. Probably. Adamanth was too fat to win any greens.

L’kayric made a sort of bemused face, his cheeks reddening. “I don’t, uh, think we need a demonstration, exactly. But ‘lube and a buddy’ is… apt, I guess.”

"What, in the _snow_? It's cold out here, man." E'kirim said with a snicker. "Doesn't matter the color, does it? Even the biggest bronze might get lucky. At least there's lots of girls on green for you rigid ones."

“At least something’s finally going to get rigid,” S’yen muttered.

C’uren burst out laughing. “Yes! Good joke, my friend, good joke! At last, indeed!” He rubbed his hands together in anticipation. “So, are we calling dibs on the ladies, my friends? Or…do we want to tag team and show them a _very_ good time?”

M'rhas wrinkled his nose. “Alright, buddy, just slow down a minute. They've gotta agree to ‘lube up’ with us first. It's not like fishing with a net.”

“So, is that a ‘no’ from C’uren and a ’yes, but let's go inside first’ from E’kirim?” asked X’das. It felt a lot like fishing with a net to him. Not that he had ever fished with a net. Or at all.

M'rhas took a handful of snow and threw it directly at X'das’ face. “Faranth, you're worse than a canine looking for a pillow.” He snorted.

"Take me out to dinner or something first, X'das. Chase me before I chase you."E'kirim said with a grin, though he sat up in the snow to give C'uren a skeptical look. "C'uren, are you trying to tell us you don't like guys? At all?"

“Nope, not my type,” C’uren said with a big grin. “I like boobs too much, my friend. Big boobs, little boobs, all boobs in between.”

"Huh." E'kirim said. "You coulda fooled me. Boobs are nice, I guess. Girls are so soft, I don't really know what to do with them. I guess that's not gonna matter once the boys start chasing, huh?"

“Heheh. Boobs.” X’das chuckled to himself as he wiped snow out of his eyes. “I’ll stuff my bra, and you can tell me how that works for you.”

C’uren wagged his finger at X’das. “That’s cheating, my friend. Not the real deal. They need to be truly squishable outside of their constraints.”

“Aw… Well, you’re going to end up in bed with a guy at some point,” said X’das. “There's too many of them on green for you not to. Roeth will catch them all. So you have to _practice_.” He switched to a sing-songy voice on ‘practice’. “What about you, Z’renh? You practiced with any guys?”

“Uh. I hadn’t really thought about it.” Z’renh shrugged. He had written the class off, considering he already had plans to meet someone once restrictions were lifted. But it was a lady someone. “You’re not jumping _my_ bones over here, though-- what am I, your third backup? Very flattering.”

“So Z’renh ‘s never tumbled with a guy, that’s not a big shocker,” J’tavin drawled from behind the lumpy snow-woman (very clearly a woman) that he was building. “But E’kirim… Are you really telling us that _you_ don’t know what to do with girls? Have you been with one? Ever? You better get some practice, _bronzerider_. That’s half the point of the shiny hide-- getting girls. And goldflights.”

"I didn't ask for this." E'kirim said mournfully, "I've kissed girls. I've even had some hot over-the-clothes action. It's just harder back at Amber Hills when there's _chaperones_ and you _definitely_ aren't good enough to be a marriage prospect. And then I came here and didn't need to make up some wild story about how me and my buddy were going fishing together. Here's hoping a better bronze catches Galgaith than Norri. Sybana's so far out of my league and I'd hate to disappoint her like that."

M'rhas had been about to chime in about sending Alzaryth up after Galgaith if he could, but even if his dragon wasn't blue he doubted Al would, or would want to, and instead furrowed his brows, watching his breath crystallize in the air.

It was at this point that S’yen let out a loud, exasperated groan. “Am I going to have to give pointers to _all_ of you? Draw up diagrams with how it all works? Make a schedule so that each of you gets a night with a guy? Because I can.”

“Big talk from S’yen,” said J’tavin with a low whistle. “Have _you_ ever been with a _girl_? When you make up that schedule you better put yourself and E’kirim down for some girl time. Plenty of them on green, and they won't thank you for fumbling around with the wrong hole in the flight room.”

A schedule did have a certain appeal though. J’tavin considered it, his gaze sweeping over his classmates before turning back to S’yen with a wicked grin. “If you were in charge… who would you assign to who?”

X’das did an excited little dance and leaned in with rapt attention.

}:What’s wrong?:{ Kyllavath inquired, noticing the spike in A’ris’s mood.

**I think I’m in the wrong place at the wrong time,** was all the brownrider sent back. Aris had been dealing fairly well with adjusting to the Weyr, he’d thought, but that had been before all of the sex talk. He thought of the fair-smelling Sybana and couldn’t imagine the way one of _these_ guys would treat her… Well, not that many of them would ever have that chance, he hoped.

“Do I have to choose _just_ from the class?” S’yen asked, as though he hadn’t already considered pairings three different ways because he had been bored in class a few times.

"Since this is just a thought exercise, yes please." E'kirim said, "I don't have any interest in someone wanting to be my daddy or mommy. The wingriders can bone someone their own age."

“You do realize there are wingriders _our_ age, right?” A’ris interjected.

S’yen made an expression as though he was seriously debating it all. Dramatically, he held up one hand and began pointing, finger by finger, as he said, “So, Sybana and A’ris. Z’renh and Halia. C’uren and Nosarre. E’kirim and Katora. Zaphare and L’kayric. Let’s see…who else…oh, Sanvi and Rh’din.”

Z’renh had never considered Halia. He could not remember having two whole conversations with her. But she was attractive. He could live with practicing with her.

“A’ris and Sybana?” J’tavin guffawed. “Please. Those two repressed holders? You could give them until graduation and they’d get nowhere together. Sybana needs a man who knows what he’s doing and can show her a good time, a man like me. A’ris needs a nice weyrgirl-- not Nosarre. She’d eat him alive.”

“How about Halia for A’ris?” L’kayric suggested. “She’s confident, surely has experience, and seems nice enough.” Belatedly, he seemed to realize that A’ris was actually right there, and this wasn’t actually just an anonymous thought exercise. “Well. It’s just an idea. But you should chat her up,” he suggested to the man in question.

He very pointedly did not comment on S’yen’s choice for him. He wasn’t sure he could say anything nice, so he wouldn’t say anything at all.

A’ris merely pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled slowly.

}:Why are you counting?:{ Kyllavath asked.

**To help me keep my patience with these children,** A’ris replied.

"C'uren would say 'boobies' in front of Nosarre and that would be the end of him." E'kirim said with mock seriousness. "Although she'd whip him into shape if he could manage it."

“She might be the only one who can shut him up for a bit.” M'rhas remarked, rolling his eyes. “With her fist, anyways.” He didn't bemoan being omitted from said ‘list’, which was equal parts hilarious and horrifying (and _he_ didn't need _help_, or so he told himself) but he did cast a speculative eye to the man who so carelessly arranged it. “Alright, S'yen, who's on your list? And don't say _everyone_. I'm talking names here.”

“None of the girls, that’s for certain,” S’yen replied sharply. “And you are too young for me. E’drivan is good looking. J’tavin, I’d give you a go. A’ris too. Oops, was I not supposed to say that out loud?” S’yen winked saucily. “Definitely _not_ C’uren.”

“Why such hate, my friends?! I thought we were all comrades in love here!” the ebullient brownrider cried.

A’ris’s eyes flicked to S’yen. He was the only one of the boys in the room that he considered an actual friend. The wheels in his mind began turning. He _did_ need to know what to do with a man should he ever find himself the winner of a male greenflight….

“Hypocrite much, S’yen?” L’kayric asked, half-amused, half-judgmental. “Ready to set up a schedule so that we all get a night with a guy, but not willing to have a night with a girl, yourself? Come on. You should do it once, at least. For their sake.”

"Lots of girl greenriders, S'yen. You aren't immune to it. You don't want to get a reputation of being bad in bed." E'kirim teased.

S’yen flicked his fingers like he was flicking away an annoying bug. “Been there, done that. Couldn’t fake it til I made it on those. At least the women here are more active in bed than the ones at the Hold. Those just lay there like limp noodles.”

"Lay back and think of Dragonsfall." E'kirim intoned as he climbed back to his feet and clapped the bluerider on the shoulder. "S'yen, buddyfriend, if I hear from any of the girls that you didn't wham, bam, nor thanked the ma'am, I'll be very disappointed in you."

“Fine. I’ll take Sanvi. Rh’din’ll probably whershit out on that anyway.” S’yen stamped his feet, trying to keep warm. “But Nosarre is all C’uren. Good luck with that.”

“No problem, my friend! I am _good_ with the ladies! She will be thanking me and coming back for seconds,” the brown weyrling said ebulliently, rubbing his hands together and grinning.

“Doubt that.”

Last updated on the June 10th 2025

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