12.Mar.12, 03:55 AM
For a long moment Kerrin could only stare into the eyes that searched and caught his own, completely petrified except to let his remaining free hand fall from his hair to the dragonrider's shoulder, steadying himself as he all but fell into the older man's firm embrace. It was not so much fear that kept him frozen there, for the fact that R'nd had not already jumped onto Ayyonth's back and winked out of there was enough to reassure the wide-eyed weyrbrat that the worst was not to happen. There was, however, a considerable measure of uncertainty, for even with the bluerider's arm wrapped around him and a sensual light suddenly burning in those grey eyes, Kerrin still wasn't exactly sure how he could answer his friend's question. What had he meant by that sudden outburst? The boy swallowed, desperately trying to sort out his feelings over the thunderous roaring of his own heartbeat in his ears, as well as the embarrassing realization that the bluerider could likely hear or feel that wild reaction to being so abruptly skin-to-skin with the magnificent body he had admired for so long. And shells, it was hard to concentrate with R'nd looking at him like that! He'd never quite experienced anything like it.
Quietly the weyrbrat gasped, struck by that sudden realization: R'nd hadn't ever looked at him like that before. Kerrin was young but being weyrbred, he wasn't so naive that he didn't know lust or desire when he saw it, and it was definitely one of those two that was keeping that cool grey gaze locked so intently on him. It occurred to him, briefly, that he probably could have felt hurt or at least indignant that R'nd - in possession of one of Katila's most notorious libidos - had never even considered him as an option before. The mild affront he felt at being so blatantly overlooked, however, was utterly lost to the sheer excitement he felt as it dawned on him that for now, he held the bluerider's complete and undivided attention in a way no one else exactly had before. Not even that middle-aged greenrider R'nd thought was so precious!
Kerrin let a slow smirk cross his lips, relaxing noticeably against the dragonrider's bare chest as a sudden wave of self-assurance washed over him. R'nd had finally woken up and now wanted him, obviously. Of course he did. All he needed now was the go-ahead, which the weyrbrat felt he could deign to give. After all, his friend owed him something for boring him with all this talk of infatuation and unattainable old men, or whatever. The teen's hand cupped the bluerider's neck, tugging him down just slightly so that their noses nearly touched. "I will Impress a dragon, you know," Kerrin began, his voice rich with his absolute conviction on that count. He didn't know if it would be green, blue, brown, or bronze, but the reality of that unknown hardly mattered in this particular hypothetical. The point was that he was sure he was just on the cusp of entering R'nd's world, and he wanted the man to know it. "So when I do, would you fly with me?"
Quietly the weyrbrat gasped, struck by that sudden realization: R'nd hadn't ever looked at him like that before. Kerrin was young but being weyrbred, he wasn't so naive that he didn't know lust or desire when he saw it, and it was definitely one of those two that was keeping that cool grey gaze locked so intently on him. It occurred to him, briefly, that he probably could have felt hurt or at least indignant that R'nd - in possession of one of Katila's most notorious libidos - had never even considered him as an option before. The mild affront he felt at being so blatantly overlooked, however, was utterly lost to the sheer excitement he felt as it dawned on him that for now, he held the bluerider's complete and undivided attention in a way no one else exactly had before. Not even that middle-aged greenrider R'nd thought was so precious!
Kerrin let a slow smirk cross his lips, relaxing noticeably against the dragonrider's bare chest as a sudden wave of self-assurance washed over him. R'nd had finally woken up and now wanted him, obviously. Of course he did. All he needed now was the go-ahead, which the weyrbrat felt he could deign to give. After all, his friend owed him something for boring him with all this talk of infatuation and unattainable old men, or whatever. The teen's hand cupped the bluerider's neck, tugging him down just slightly so that their noses nearly touched. "I will Impress a dragon, you know," Kerrin began, his voice rich with his absolute conviction on that count. He didn't know if it would be green, blue, brown, or bronze, but the reality of that unknown hardly mattered in this particular hypothetical. The point was that he was sure he was just on the cusp of entering R'nd's world, and he wanted the man to know it. "So when I do, would you fly with me?"