Initiation 2/3

Writers: Eimi, Paula
Date Posted: 13th April 2010

Characters: N'mor, A'nye, J'rey, T'shen
Description: N'mor's wingmates arrange something to welcome him to the Wing... and it turns out to be a prank...
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 8, day 25 of Turn 5
Notes: Part 2/3. Slight PG-warning

"So, N'mor, are you ready?" J'rey as he scooted closer to the
bronzerider.

"Yes," N'mor replied and swallowed nervously.

"Follow me then." His older wingmate swung his legs over the bench and
rose, motioning N'mor to follow. "Now I know this is your first time,
so you might feel a little shy or embarrassed. We took that into
consideration. It won't be the most comfortable place, but you'll
really not care about that in the end."

A'nye was leaning against the wall, arms folded across his chest. "Ah,
there you are." He opened the door to the storage closet next to him.
"Go on in. The greenrider will be coming soon."

"Storage closet?" N'mor had an uneasy feeling. Maybe no one would come
and he would sit there for candlemarks, and they all would be laughing
at how gullible he was.

"Would you rather under the table in the dinning hall?" A'nye asked with
a cocked eyebrow. He could sense the uncertainty. "Don't worry. We're
not going to lock you in or anything."

"This is the same closet I had _my_ first one in too," J'rey assured
him, giving him a gentle push.

N'mor entered the closet, feeling stupid. Yet he couldn't dampen the
feeling of excitement.

After a few minutes there was a soft knock at the door. No reply was
necessary as it cracked open just enough for the greenrider to slip
through, skirts rustling in the draft as fresh air also rushed through
the opening. He could only make out a silhouette as the door was
quickly closed. Then a soft whisper. "Are you N'mor?"

"Yeah, who are you?" N'mor replied with husky voice.

"Shhhh..." The greenrider leaned up softly place a kiss on the side of
his neck. "We're not here to talk, now are we?" Fingers snuck up
inside the front of his tunic, and fingernails gently grazed the skin
above his naval.

N'mor was panting and getting aroused.

A tongue lightly tickled his earlobe as now two hands slid up under the
fabric of his tunic, slowly lifting it. "Take it off."

N'mor was so excited now that he fumbled with the belt buckle and nearly
tore it in his frustration to get it out of the way.

"My, you are anxious," the greenrider laughed softly. "I mean the
_shirt_." But if the belt buckle was open anyway...

"Oh, sorry," N'mor said and pulled the shirt off.

"Nothing to be sorry about." Lips followed where fingers had teasingly
caressed. The greenrider's fingers were already working on the buttons
of his pants. "Tell me about your dragon, N'mor."

"He is...*groan* handsome bronze," was all the young man could say.

"Hmmmm, I bet he is. Just like his rider." A hand slipped down inside
his pants. "A nice _big_ bronze."

N'mor couldn't resist his urge to wrap his arms around the greenrider
and pull her closer to him. He started to realize something was missing,
two something actually. Either she was very flat breated or...a terrible
suspicion started grow in his mind.

"Hold on there, bronzerider," the greenrider chuckled softly, pushing
him back with one hand. "_I'm_ supposed to be doing all the work."
With both hands, the greenrider pulled his pants down around his knees.
"Brace yourself. You will not know what hit you."

But N'mor has lost the mood. Instead he pulled his pants back up and
pushed open the closet door. He grapped the arm and dragged the
greenrider outside so he could take a good look of her or him.

The greenrider was certainly not going to stand for being rough handled
in any way! His arm was grabbed right back as he was swung against the
wall next to A'nye, a strong hand pinning him where he stood.
"Apparently you've yet to learn how to treat a lady, young man!"

"You're no lady, you are T'shen, I've seen you around!" N'mor snarled,
recongnizing him as one of the cross-dressing male greenriders. "I
helped you to arrange a lecture for weyrling greenriders once, for
Faranth's sake!"

"That you did," the greenrider nodded, pinching his cheek. "And you
were soooo cute. I was going to return the favor, but apparently you
left your balls in the weyrling barracks."

A'nye and J'rey stood behind the greenrider, barely holding in their
laughter.

"All right, T'shen," the later finally said, "let him go cry it off."

"He obviously can't handle his temper," A'nye agreed. "We'll find you a
real man next time."

"Pity," the greenrider sighed as he dropped the hand from N'mor's chest
and used it to wave him away like a child. "Go on, then. Scoot."

And N'mor ran, like Thread was chasing him.

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