Unsatisfied

Writers: Avery, Leigh M-F.
Date Posted: 9th August 2016

Characters: Z'then, P'lene
Description: Z'then's first time was not how he thought it would go.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 7, day 14 of Turn 8
Notes: Rated PG-13, just in case.

For the first time since he had Impressed his perfect, precious, powerful green Misaroth from Chioneth's clutch, P'lene woke up feeling vaguely unsatisfied from one of her flights. He wasn't pleasantly achy, wasn't drifting in bliss. He just felt as though he'd had plain ol' unexciting sex. This was unusual. Plus, there was stickiness where there should not be. **Misaroth?**

}:Yes, dear?:{ the teal green dragon immediately inquired.

Well, she sounded downright chirpy. One of them had enjoyed themselves, then. **Who caught you?**

}:Juvath. He's very nice to snuggle with:{

Oh. That explained it. P'lene opened his dark blue-gray eyes to check on his classmate- or to see if he was even still there.

Z'then was there still. He'd woken up in confusion and shakiness, unsure of where he was or what had happened. Reaching out to Juvath's mind had given him an sense of unusual repletion and satisfaction. And then he realized.

Juvath had chased.

Juvath had _won_.

That meant he'd had...sex. He'd had sex. And it was with...

Oh Faranth. Oh no.

P'lene watched Z'then through his lashes for a moment, trying to judge
how to handle this. He had no ill will toward the brownrider -or anyone, really-, so he didn't want to upset his classmate. But odds were Z'then didn't like men sexually. He was probably bound to be upset anyway. There was likely no right way to do this. P'lene mentally shrugged, and touched Z'then's shoulder. "Hey," he greeted in his usual laid-back tone.

"Hi," Z'then stammered out. "I. Uh."

"You okay?" the greenrider asked, lookng the brownrider over. "I tend to nibble a little too hard." Wait. Wrong thing to say. Fewmits. Well, at least now Z'then would know he was concerned for him.

Z'then quickly looked down to see if he had any bruises. "I think I'm good," he said after checking. Then he remembered the lesson that said to check in with the partner. "Uh...are you okay?"

P'lene shrugged. "Uh-huh." He lifted the blankets to have a look at himself. "A bath is probably in order, though." The look was turned on Z'then, becoming quizzical. "Was I your first, by chance?" he hazarded.

"Yea," Z'then admitted, crestfallen. Had he been so bad that it was obvious. "I never met a girl I liked and then - and Juvath started chasing and."

P'lene touched his shoulder again. "Hey, calm down," he soothed. "It's okay. Some male dragons' riders can't keep them from chasing any more than I could prevent Misaroth from rising. Everything's fine." For him, anyway. He was willing to forgive the less than stellar sex now that he had some context. Even driven by draconic instincts, Z'then hadn't had a clue what he was doing.

"I'm sorry," Z'then said. He felt like he was failing as a rider, now.

The greenrider tilted his head. "Why?"

"I feel like I messed up the flight. And that's not good for you." Hadn't they been lectured about botched flights? But then again he and Juvath were still here, and P'lene and his green were here, and...

"Z'then, you didn't ruin anything. One round of lackluster sex isn't going to end me," P'lene pointed out. "I'm more worried about you. Are _you_ all right? Do you need me to leave? Let you get your head together?"

}:I am not moving,:{ Juvath said sleepily.

And without his dragon, he couldn't really get back to his own weyr. "I, uh." The brownrider shrugged, his head still spinning with it all. He'd slept with a man – but he was – but it was _flight lust _ and that didn't mean anything. The teachers had told him that. He should know that.

"I should put my pants on," he said after a moment, realizing he was naked and flushing crimson.

"All right," P'lene said agreeably, and closed his eyes in order to
respect his classmate's privacy. Shame he had to, though. Z'then had nothing to be ashamed of when it came to his (ahem) proportions.

Z'then hunted around for his pants. How had they gotten – there – his clothes were everywhere. He kept blushing as he imagined how.

"I'm decent," he said.

The greenrider opened his eyes. "So you'll be going?" Probably for the best. Poor Z'then looked so unsure of himself. "Just so you know, I won't object if Juvath catches Misaroth again. You didn't do anything wrong, so I hope, soon enough, you feel better."

"I guess that's - that's a compliment. Right?" Z'then said

"It can be if you decide to take it that way. But I do hope you'll be okay." P'lene sat up and slicked his hair back with a hand, trying to achieve at least a facsimile of how it was usually styled. "Take care of yourself." He looked around for his own clothing, figuring now was as good a time as any to head out and get a bath.

"Yeah. Uh, sure. And, uh." Z'then wasn't sure what to say, so he just stopped talking and looked away. "See you around?"

"Sure," P'lene amiably stated, and when the brownrider was gone, he sighed. "Why are the cutest ones always women-lovers?" he lamented, and pushed back the blanket.

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