Do You Love Me? [J'ver]

S'kef didn't bother to knock as he arrived at J'ver's well-manicured little hut. It was getting late, but S'kef didn't care. The afternoon had proven quite interesting, but after the exciting, tiring, confusing, and motivating little meeting with B'jin, S'kef wanted nothing more than to crawl back home to his other greenrider, his real greenrider. B'jin belonged to S'kef by virtue of maiden flight, but he was little more than a toy to be dusted off on occasion. J'ver was a real prize, something S'kef selected himself rather than receiving giftwrapped.

Well, S'kef pretended that he was the one who found J'ver, but they both knew it was the other way around. Sweet, sly little thing! S'kef smirked as he opened the door, stepping inside and calling out a greeting. "Jai? I'm home," he said, looking around for a glimpse of his sweet pet.

I doubt he is pleased Tyrrisath muttered, displeased at having been summoned to carry S'kef from the weyrfolk hall to J'ver's hut. The brown disappeared, departing to return to Rilaleeyth at her distant ledge.

The brown had arrived shortly after the flight, hoping to reassure Rila and do away with any hurt feelings. Tyrrisath found himself somewhat remorseful after the flight, which was unusual. He and Rila occasionally flew with other dragons, right? He seemed to believe they did, since that's what S'kef remembered, but something felt different this time. The dragon sighed, settling down beside her and turning his head to her.

He crooned at her reassuringly. Tyrrisath, like S'kef, was both distant and intensely emotional. Neither man nor dragon expression emotion readily, but that didn't mean the brown wasn't afire with concerns and regrets. S'kef remembered them having many flights together, but the occasional exception. The last one had gone poorly over a misunderstanding, right? Why was this one so different? It puzzled the dragon, who hardly understood human attachment. It had been a long time since he'd been so insecure over his own prowess.

Last time, S'kef had scolded him for losing to a blue. This time, he was in trouble for winning?

He sighed and pressed his nose against Rila, forked tongue extending to lap gently at her hide. He rumbled softly to her, both his soothing influence and his worries projecting themselves to her. He'd never allowed the green to taste his fear before.

Back at the Weyr, S'kef frowned. Are they upset with us? he asked, but he got no reply. He immediately frowned, a gesture he regretted, since B'jin's teeth had shredded his lower lip so badly he feared he'd need stitches.

J'ver wasn't going to be upset with him, was he? After he'd justified Rilaleeyth's right to fly with other males only a few months before? Surely J'ver didn't think he and Rilaleeyth got to follow one set of rules while S'kef and Tyrrsath were to follow another. That wasn't happening.

While the notion filled the brownrider with indignation, he also felt a flourish of legitimate, unpleasant worry. "Jai?"

J’ver had made a beeline for his hut the moment R’nya dismissed the practice. He knew Rilaleeyth would go for her ledge and he allowed her without getting a ride home first. The poor dear was devastated by what she had seen with the way the brown monster had flirted with the mossy green whore and how anxious he was to chase. Rilaleeyth deserved so much better! J’ver was tempted to find that better dragon for her but none of their bonded would ever understand him as well as S’kef did. And wasn’t that an entirely new problem.

The brownrider didn’t seem too interested in grounding Tyrrisath. Oh no, of course he wouldn’t. Precious B’jin was on the market! No one could get in the way of that glorious union, could they? Turned out that was true. No one else could handle Tyrrisath’s cheating and R’nd’s blue didn’t even bother taking to the sky! The way the bluerider had been restrained and his freaking out after the win would have been amusing any other day, if J’ver had been in any other mood than murderous. R’nd would have been a good target for his wrath since it was partially his fault for S’kef winning the dirty green whore.

But he wasn’t the actual man he was furious with and it wouldn’t do any good in the end.

Wasn’t he S’kef’s mate now? Why did he still chase others and seem so invested and interested particularly in B’jin? J’ver felt suddenly that Rilaleeyth and he were to blame. His dear girl only rose twice a turn, hardly enough to sate the needs of a monster, even if he was eyeing golds now. It was almost fascinating to J’ver how he was fine with S’kef being involved with those weaklings since their dragons could bring about power and help their climb to the top once more. But another green? That was uncalled for! He was S’kef’s greenrider and S’kef was his brownrider. Apparently he was the only one that thought that way.

His hut was always well-maintained with nothing out of place but during that flight, everything was polished and scrubbed and his hut shined more than any gold about to rise. Something had been needed to pass the time and sulking like a child – or R’nd, his cranky and catty side offered – was not on the list of things he would allow himself. It wouldn’t accomplish anything though cleaning really didn’t do much other than assure his home would remain up to standards.

When S’kef came waltzing in like he always did and sounded like it was just another day with the usual happenings of their lives, J’ver was in his bedroom checking the bonds the brownrider often had him in. Suddenly, he wanted to destroy every piece as his mind wandered down the dark path of wondering if S’kef had held B’jin down or improvised with belts and cloth to bind the whore. He refrained, knowing such an outburst was beneath him. Instead he took a long calming breath and walked out into the living area, carrying one of the whips his body knew well. “Did you bathe?” J’ver questioned as way of greeting and let his gaze drop to the whip to inspect that it wasn’t carrying a single speck of dust before running a cloth over it anyway.

Rilaleeyth was still in her own confused state. She loved that Tyrrisath had sought her out immediately after, showing he got what he needed from Larrikith but that particular green could never fulfill all of his desires like she could. But he had still chased her. She knew from J’ver’s memories that Aveleth and Zeianth had won her in the recent past and that seemed okay with him but it wasn’t okay when another green was flown by their brown warriors.

She probably wasn’t good enough for Tyrrisath after all. It was only natural he was drawn to a louder personality and a dragon that everyone seemed to adore with a rider people didn’t go out of their way to avoid. That belief had been held onto up until Tyrrisath returned from bringing S’kef to J’ver. The gentle croon, the sweet lick to her nose, and, most influential of it all, the fear her strong brown had over the state of their relationship brushed all her own fears away. I am sorry I ever doubted you, Tyrrisath, she spoke softer than she normally did, nervous about speaking when she had been silent since Larrikith took to the sky and Tyrrisath forgot all about her. But he remembered her now and worried. She felt horrible for making him worry.

Tyrrisath was quiet for a few long moments, his own confusion and concern churning in the back of his mind. To him, flights weren't so big a deal. His greatest distress after losing Rilaleeyth had been his bonded's anger towards him, and he'd discarded Krypth as soon as possible after their union, returning to her only twice to see the eggs and then watch them hatch. This had been his own decision; something to fill the void after missing his favorite green. S'kef had objected, though as usual, Tyrrisath was able to override his bonded's desires. Besides, it wasn't like they'd flown for love. They'd flown for power, dominance, and closure.

They only flew after one pair for love.  Couldn't J'ver and Rilaleeyth see the difference?

Tyrrisath didn't vocalize any of his concerns. He instead left his mind open to the sweet green, as he often did for his bonded, choosing to speak without words. The dragon sighed, eyes sinking shut, and laid his neck lightly over Rila's, piling up on her without hesitation. He then extended one wing, wrapping it around her small body, as if to shield her from all the pain in the world to make up for the hurt he had inflicted.

He let out a ragged snort. Larrikith was not worth it he muttered bitterly. He had nothing else to say about his bad mood and fell still and silent.

S'kef was privy to all these emotions, so aware of them that they momentarily distracted him. Tyrrisath was never vocal and rarely were his thoughts and emotions so transparent. It caught S'kef off guard, just as much as the brown's decision to chase had done. Tyr, are you all right? The response was a silent 'no', but S'kef felt no blame directed at himself. He frowned, but his attention was stolen with J'ver finally appeared.

"Jai..." S'kef breathed, taking a step closer. He watched, brown eyes examining the greenrider and studying his body language and facial expressions. J'ver looked tightly wound. That was a bad sign. S'kef's gaze trailed to the whip, which J'ver held to delicately and dusted off so tenderly, before bleeding over into the rest of the room. Everything was so perfectly clean, so spotless and orderly. It reminded S'kef of when he'd returned after his last fight with the greenrider. J'ver always cleaned when he was upset...

How upset must he have been for the past few hours?

S'kef sighed and visibly deflated. One hand shot out, snatching at the whip with an intent to take it ans give the greenrider's thigh a playful but purposeful slap. "Jai, don't be this way," S'kef said, ignoring the greenrider's question. S'kef took a bold step towards the smaller man, eyes keen, but unable to hide a distant glimmer of softness. S'kef truly loved his delicate little greenrider, so precious and fragile, but he didn't know how to handle this kind of situation. He hardly knew how to handle any situation with grace!

"J'ver. Listen to me," S'kef said, reaching out to lift the greenrider's chin. "You know he doesn't mean anything to me anymore, right? That's over....especially now." He narrowed his eyes a bit, trying to restrain his natural sense of indignation. He struggled to be patient, hand closing more tightly around the whip as he spoke.

"I love you. He was just toy. "

'Was'. Not 'is'.

Of course there was an excuse for his actions, there always was. J’ver didn’t like the answer to unspoken questions he was being fed either. “And that is precisely why you shouldn’t be chasing after filthy whores. If you’re so over playing with your toys, then you should have thrown them out when you told me of your feelings.” Pale blue eyes narrowed slightly and J’ver held his ground, currently refusing to give or take the whip away or cower before the larger, stronger, and quick to anger brownrider, and didn’t even use the busted lip as an excuse to further blame B’jin or point out it would have been avoided easily, “you wouldn’t have stayed with the slut afterwards either.”

J’ver knew of the past S’kef had with B’jin thanks to the confessions laid out for him during their last large fight. It was something one didn’t simply forget either, especially when you were a collector of information and could more than likely use any tidbit against someone down the line. He had decided that night as S’kef spoke of the past that he wanted to have fun and make B’jin’s life miserable though he never found the time due to daily routines and finding more interesting subjects to focus on. Now, however, he wanted to destroy the greenrider that got away with so much and left everyone captivated. That pathetic excuse of a man had no right touching another man’s mate! B’jin wasn’t good enough for the honour of being near S’kef and taking all of his attention.

J’ver, please. You do not need to get so upset. All is well. They came back to us and want only us, right? J’ver tried to shrug off the calming waves Rilaleeyth sent to him but he was too in tuned with her that night after the devastation of that flight. Most likely believed he was a cruel rider and barely paid his sweet dragon the proper attention and respect she deserved but they were wrong. J’ver pampered her with baths and oils and was often concerned with her after flights or on days when she ventured out to make friends and those she met were always cautious around her. She had such a fragile confidence and while it could be annoying, J’ver loved Rilaleeyth all the same and part of his anger over Larrikith’s flight was on her behalf. All will be well soon, my dear girl. I’m going to make sure this never happens again, at least not without a condition. You should be loved always; it’s what you deserve and desire and I’ll make it happen.

“Do you know how embarrassing it was to have the wing watch you prance after the whore when they all know we’re mated?” He had been in shock with anger creeping in on him while the flight started but later on, J’ver realised that was something he should be feeling. Rilaleeyth and he had been thrown aside for the old toy and it would be clear to everyone that that’s exactly what happened. He was being judged and whispered about, probably still was right that very moment, and it irritated the greenrider that liked starting gossip and collecting it about others. This was something that shouldn’t have happened but he would make it so that if it did again, everyone would know it was acceptable since J’ver would simply shrug it off and know of the clause in their relationship.

Letting go of the whip, J’ver brushed by S’kef and went to sit on the couch. It was a casual movement, the tension in his body slowly being forced out as J’ver focused on centering himself once more to slip into business mode. “Come, sit. If you have the desire to shove your cock into greenrider ass, I have a simple proposition. For Rilaleeyth’s sake.” When it came down to it, J’ver was angry at the events of the day but he could let it slide simply because he knew how much pull he had on S’kef and the way they completed each other. No one else could fill the other’s place. Rilaleeyth, however, had been emotionally hurt and J’ver wanted to stop that from becoming a common occurrence because of a brown monster’s insatiable needs.

J'ver didn't back down.

S'kef wasn't sure what it was he felt in those few moments. His initial response was, of course, anger. He wanted to snatch the whip and lay into J'ver, knowing how easily he could toss the more fragile man to the floor and shatter him to a million pieces. But as S'kef curled his fist and tightened his muscles, he realized there was no way he could actually do it. It would be one thing if the little tart actually deserved it, but J'ver didn't deserve it, did he?

The brownrider cast J'ver a dirty look before following him to the couch. "You're actually comparing yourself to B'jin? You're actually that concerned, when you yourself have been convincing Rilaleeyth to avoid my brown since we met?" Sure, it didn't happen every flight, but S'kef knew it happened. He'd thought it happened last time, too, but that misunderstanding was behind them. That didn't mean it didn't happen sometimes.

"This isn't a one-way street, J'ver," he said, refusing to sit down. He stood in front of the greenrider before angrily tossing the whip across the room, listening as it clattered against whatever it had collided with. "You don't get to screw with flight outcomes and then complain when Tyrrisath chases someone else."

He realized he was getting worked up. He scowled again and stomped his foot once, trying to let out some of his aggression without actually aiming it at J'ver. It would have been absurdly easy to put a fist in the little bitch's face in that moment, the brownrider felt so bullied and insulted by his smug little attitude. He started to say something else when Tyrrisath suddenly butted in, his lurking presence so forceful and sudden that S'kef jumped.

Stop.

S'kef frowned. Tyrrisath always had been good at stopping him from acting on foolish impulses. S'kef could feel the dragon's accusing emotions flowing into him, reminding him that their greenpair was lovely and sweet; something to be doted on, not punched and tossed about.

The brownrider turned around and scowled at the wall, clearly aiming himself towards the dragon in some abstract way. Then, with an annoyed flick of his wrist, he finally seated himself beside J'ver. One arm looped around the greenrider and pulled him close.

"So this is about Rilaleeyth, is it? You realize rejecting us when she flies is upsetting to us too, right?" he asked, giving J'ver a half-aggravated, half-reassuring squeeze as he spoke. This wasn't the sort of thing that S'kef liked to talk about. It had taken a week of drinking himself into oblivion to confess to the damn greenrider, what more did he want?!

He rubbed his temples for a moment and shook his head. "What's your damn proposition?"

J’ver stiffened when the whip was thrown across the room. He was thankful it didn’t end up being used on him like he was convinced it would be the moment he had let the brownrider have it but the action still didn’t sit well. S’kef was angry and J’ver knew he was close to receiving the anger in a more physical form. There wasn’t a reason for it, not in his opinion, since he was only acting on the best interests of his dragon and trying to show his supposed mate how upset he was that another green had factored into the picture at all.

Then again, the entire mess was clearly all his fault. His sweet girl only flew twice a turn and he wasn’t as alluring as a broken toy that S’kef couldn’t stop poking at, hoping it would work again like he remembered. Now, he was only making things worse by being upset so perhaps he did deserve the punishment he knew S’kef wanted to give though J’ver couldn’t understand why he wasn’t giving it out just yet. Still, he should risk another beating that left him bruised and sore for weeks if it meant showing how hurt he was watching that flight and prove that Rilaleeyth wasn’t there to be used whenever Tyrrisath wanted. She had feelings too and they had been trampled again and again in recent memory.

As he opened his mouth, ready to explain the proposition of anytime Tyrrisath won another green, he couldn’t enter Rilaleeyth’s flight, the gentle girl spoke up first. Please, J’ver. It’s not your fault and I… I do not mind. I am nothing to worry over. Let them do what pleases them. Again she sent waves of reassurance to her bonded and showed him she was happy right then. It might be a different story if it happened again but as always, she would get over the rejection and sense of being unloved when Tyrrisath returned to her side.

J’ver sighed and visibly wilted under his dragon’s pleading. She often wanted to avoid drama and sometimes still begged him to be good and not blackmail people or use them but she was usually ignored. Tonight, he couldn’t manage to do it since half of his anger was on Rilaleeyth’s behalf. It wouldn’t be worth it to continue dragging it on and risk losing the brownrider again. He would just have to accept everything as easily as Rilaleeyth had and be happy the brownpair came back to them. “Nothing important. Only that we want to know right now that you’re still going to chase other greens and we’ll answer that we will be fine with it.”

As the last of his anger dissipated, J’ver leaned in a little closer to S’kef and that partial hug. It was a little disconcerting over how much he currently craved the touch and how in the end, he really was like Rilaleeyth and only wanted S’kef’s attention and affection. He supposed he could deal with them winning a few whores from time to time since he had the powerful brownrider the remainder of the time.

Going into their conversation, S'kef was riled up and ready to fight. Now, as he watched his sweet greenrider's tensions melt and his anger fade, S'kef found very little to fight against. He frowned, tightening his grip on the greenrider as he tried to understand what had just been said to him. Had J'ver actually let go of whatever it was he wanted to say? That was very unlike him, so much that it was worrisome. As aggravated as S'kef had been only moments before, he suddenly felt as if he'd made a mistake.

"Jai," he said, angling himself towards the man and lifting his chin lightly. "...Go on and say what you were going to say. I'm not stupid, you know..." he murmured, unable to summon the angry tone that normally would have accompanied those words. He was caught somewhere between softness and confusion. He frowned once more, a troubled look coming across his face as he realized, albeit a bit too late, the extent of the damage he'd caused.

"...I didn't mean to embarrass you," he said, returning to words he'd ignored only a minute before, as if he'd only just noticed them. "I didn't...." How did he say what he was trying to say? How did he explain not realizing how important the distinction of being mated was to J'ver? The brownrider sighed, suddenly stressed by his own inability to express himself. Of course, her quickly became frustrated.

"I...." he said again. He fidgeted.

As usual, it was Tyrrisath who rescued him. I don't want to the dragon said bluntly. S'kef was initially confused. Don't want to what? he grumbled, as he couldn't even remember what he'd said to provoke comment.

I'm not talking to you Tyrrisath added, almost disgusted. S'kef raised a brow as he realized that while he'd heard the words as well, they'd been aimed at J'ver.

S'kef looked to the greenrider, eyes widening just a bit a Tyrrisath made a second comment. I will not chase other greens he promised. He didn't bother explaining his reasons, that Larrikith was disgusting and he would rather be celibate than upset his poor Rila again. J'ver shouldn't need a weepy explanation when simple facts would do, but S'kef could still sense those insecure emotions. He let out the smallest laugh.

"...Jai. I do believe he's been whipped," he said snidely, earning a bit of a grumpy muttering from Tyrrisath. As always, though, the dragon was mrore than willing to sacrifice his own happiness for S'kef's, and with this gorgeous green beside him, he hardly felt like he was making a sacrifice at all.

S'kef used the small break in tension to gather his thoughts. "...Jai, seriously. I didn't mean to embarrass you, and....if you want to be proper mates, and for me to stay out of greenflights....I will," he said, turning awkwardly to the greenrider. He was unable to hide the softness in his eyes, no matter how hard he tried to look stoic. "...That was stupid of me, but I'm serious when I tell you that B'jin doesn't mean anything to me anymore. I realize that especially now."

He turned around and suddenly snatched J'ver close. "I love you. I'm sorry."

J’ver knew quite well that S’kef wasn’t stupid. He had taken his time learning what he could about the brownrider before approaching him about helping each other rise to the top. It had been hard finding information about the man but he liked what he could learn and saw the cunning and intelligence that would be needed to keep the position of Weyrsecond when S’kef claimed it the first time. But if he had ever forgotten that S’kef was smart and knew more than he should, J’ver had a healthy reminder the night S’kef beat him for messing up and costing the Weyrsecond position or when he checked out potential replacements when the brownrider laid sick in bed. They needed each other, fed off of each’s others very presence, and that, along with Rilaleeyth’s pleading, was why J’ver still refused to talk about the real proposition. They didn’t need to fight over this and if they continued to do so, it just gave B’jin more power over them both and that was something J’ver definitely did not want to happen.

As Tyrrisath’s voice brushed against his mind, J’ver tensed once more, worried about what the dragon would say. He had been honoured the couple of times Tyrrisath had spoken to him in the past but that was before Larrikith’s flight when J’ver still respected the large dragon and wasn’t mad at his actions. Now, he braced for a tongue lashing and readied himself to order Rilaleeyth away from the brown if things got ugly. Instead, it ended up being Tyrrisath had joined their side, leaving S’kef alone with his indecision or confusion or whatever he was working through that made it so he didn’t have an answer to the easy proposition given to him. J’ver waited a moment longer, convinced that perhaps there was a trick in the promise but when it didn’t come but S’kef’s confirmation that his dragon was hooked on Rilaleeyth did, that the greenrider relaxed again. “It does seem that way. Although Rilaleeyth is panicked and insists you don’t have to do that. You may chase anyone you want.”

Rilaleeyth resisted the urge to curl into a protective ball, her natural reaction when she was upset and worried over something. Tyrrisath’s promise was so sweet! But she didn’t want to make him suffer or wait for her. I won’t be mad if desires get the best of you. Always return to me, Tyrrisath, and I will be happy. She crooned softly and licked his nose with a remarkably girly giggle for a dragon.

J’ver scowled as Rilaleeyth’s affection bled over to him and he gave a soft little giggle of his own. It was well-timed, he supposed, as it aligned with S’kef’s promises, apologies, and saying that odd L-word again. “I know, my beautiful brownrider. There are really only two words to describe our feelings for each other; love and insanity. Oddly enough, I prefer going with we love each other.”

Since he was so close to S’kef now, it was impossible to continue ignoring the bleeding lip and slowly J’ver lifted his hand and brushed his thumb over the lip, smearing the trickle of blood along his chin before cupping a cheek. “And we do what we must as we always do for our rise to power. Declare me as yours properly in public or continue smacking me like a bad greenrider deserves; I’ll be beside you still. Master.” Unconcerned about the blood or even the pain it might cause S’kef, J’ver took the lead and kissed the man he was foolishly in love with and didn’t like the idea of losing again.

After his proclamation, Tyrrisath figured the issue was solved. He was puzzled when, moments later, both Rilaleeyth and J'ver spoke up to contest his generous concession. They were still talking about this crap? Why? I don't want to. I would not say it if it were not true the brown said to both of them, his confusion shifting to a more pleasant, dryly amused tone by the end of the statement. He crooned to Rilaleeyth and ran his forked tongue over her snout again, his own affection spilling over just as readily into his own bonded's as Rila's had to hers.

S'kef wound up giggling, too. It was a rare thing, but today had already been filled with rarities; Tyrrisath had spoken more to J'ver in the past five minutes than for the past five turns. S'kef was instantly ashamed of the laugh and tried to turn his head away as he felt his cheeks heating up, but J'ver already had him. S'kef allowed himself to be drawn into the kiss, ignoring the burning pain in his lip as he wrapped his arms around the smaller man. "The it's settled. No more greens," S'kef said in J'ver's ear. Tyrrisath didn't chase them horribly often anyhow, and S'kef was content that they wouldn't be missing much. Rila and J'ver were worth it.

"You haven't been bad today," he added afterwards, sliding back into their usual game now that his moment of embarrassment had passed. "Though I suppose you bring up a good point..everyone does already know we're mated, and I suppose it would look good for my image if the Weyr saw me doting on a pretty little greenrider..." he suggested slowly. He'd always been loathe to admit his interest in men to anyone outside of his actual bedroom, but J'ver....deserved it. J'ver deserved to be pampered and spoiled, and since they were soon to rule the world together, he figured he needed to get used to keeping the precious thing on his arm.

"I do love you, Jai. And Tyrrisath loves Rilaleeyth. And all four of us are going to look down from the top and laugh at all the suckers down below, aren't we?" He leaned in for another kiss, lingering for a few long seconds before he realized that his lip was killing him. Sharding B'jin! S'kef pulled back and placed his fingers over it. "I think I'll have to pester your pet healer later," he grumbled. "But fuck it."

Another kiss, this time accompanied by a bold hand sliding under the greenrider's shirt.

“No more greens…” J’ver decided he really liked the sound of that and was shocked at himself for how easily he believed both Tyrrisath and S’kef when they said it. The brown duo was just as cunning as he was but in this, he knew every word spoken was the truth. Just like he knew the idea to be nice in public and show him off as his adorable mate was spoken in truth as well. That was an odd concept to J’ver who had never really been one for displays of affection but he did like being paraded around like he was important and something to admire and certainly loved being pampered. So the idea of having S’kef dote on him in public was something he could warm up to. “You already know I’ll do anything to help keep you in power and if this will help with our ultimate plan, then we’ll cuddle and coo at each other every chance we get.” He wondered how long they could keep that up if they went to the extreme like some of the mates wandering around but J’ver supposed that would seem false if they tried that and figured hand-holding would work for them.

When Talian was mentioned, J’ver leaned in a little closer to inspect the lip that had been viscously attacked and frowned. “It does look like my sweet healer needs to tend to it. We will go to him later. I don’t trust any of the other fools that I don’t think are truly healers to look at y--” the rant about the competence of the staff that was about to begin was easily cut short and forgotten when S’kef kissed him and slid a hand under his shirt. J’ver also forgot, or at least decided he didn’t care, that B’jin had been writhing underneath his brownrider earlier and that S’kef likely hadn’t bathed before coming home. It didn’t matter; J’ver had his brownrider with him again, the man that was destined to be with him. All J’ver wanted was to spend the night tangled in bed with S’kef, forgetting all of the ugly business about green sluts.

While S’kef thought he was bold with the hand under the shirt, J’ver took it even further and started undoing the man’s pants, “I’ll always be your good boy, S’kef. No one understands or loves you like I do.” Confessing his feelings to the man he shifted around to straddle the lap of was still a bit hard to do but J’ver was finding ways around and when he had to say it, it was tossed in with something else so he almost fooled himself as if he wasn’t making himself vulnerable and open for an attack by the one man that could lift him to power or destroy him for good.