Runth bugles and flies up high and Jax only watches her fly up, his head swimming and he stumbles towards the weyrs, hands everywhere, grabbing at him and tugging at his clothing. He groans, throwing out an arm to try to get away and through a thick fog he can hear his name.
"Jax!" F'lessan calls, shoving his fellow riders out of the way as Golanth rockets into the sky. "Jax!"
Thick arms wrap around him and Jax tries to shove them off but there's a vaguely familiar voice in his ear.
"Jax, easy, Jax. I got you. Come on, come on. Easy now," F'lessan murmurs into the greenrider's ear, tugging him towards his quarters.
Jax squirms in the arms, trying desperately to find Runth. Runth! Runth, where are you? He looks frantically around, catching snatches of black hair and lust-heavy blue eyes.
"Easy, Jax, easy. Golanth's gonna catch her."
And at that moment, a primal lustwantneed floods Jax's senses and he clutches at the familiar body desperately. A chuckle and then he's being shoved back onto the bed a mouth hungrily attacking devouring his own and he responds.
"Yes," he breathes, nails leaving little half-moons in the other rider's back. "Yes yes yes…"
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Jax wakes up with a dry mouth and a dull pain down below. And a very familiar bronzerider in his bed.
"F'lessan?" he squawks, scrambling out of bed.
"The only one, Jax," F'lessan answers lazily with a smile gracing his features and leans up to look at him.
"We-no-no-last night-Runth-flew-Golanth?"
And he was a very good catch, ridermine.
"Ohh, my head."
"Shall we dress and head down to the kitchens?"
"Together?"
Another lazy smile and F'lessan reaches out a hand. "Or you could come back to bed and we could wait until the rush dies down."
Golanth and I are still very tired, ridermine. A rest would be nice, Runth says to him.
Jax pauses, a small smile coming across his face and he gets back into bed, sitting on his side.
"What did Runth say?" F'lessan asks, sitting up himself and throwing an arm around the greenrider's shoulders.
"That she's tired. Golly says the same?" Jax says, leaning away from the arm.
F'lessan scoffs and drags Jax close to him, holding the brunet against his chest.
"Indeed. And so am I, my dear greenrider."
Jax bristles, shoving F'lessan's arm off and retreating towards the farthest edge of the bed. "Don't call me that."
F'lessan sighs and settles for watching him. Golly, what am I doing wrong?
You are moving too fast; Runth says he says he likes going slow.
Hmmm. All right.