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08.Jan.13, 10:04 PM
Valerian snorted at the sulky comment about dragons though right then he somewhat agreed. Dragons were good at getting their riders into interesting situations that weren’t always desired. As traumatised as he was over having slept with B’jin – and boy was he glad the details were fuzzy at best – Valerian was willing to let this one slide through as being among the harmless things that could happen. Even though B’jin had put himself on the list of greenriders Valerian should avoid, the weyrling had picked up on some gossip to support some of the others on the list were far less desirable thanks to their swinging fists and biting.
Sitting up, Valerian scanned the area for the pants in question and wondered why he was being nice enough to find B’jin’s clothing when the man was just as capable of doing so. He supposed it had something to do with the fact that it was Veeth’s fault for chasing and getting them in such a cozy place but Valerian liked the other option better – B’jin was too busy pouting and sulking like a girl to be of much use. “Here,” he passed the pants over and looked at B’jin long enough to recognise the shirt being used for modesty. “And give me back my shirt,” Valerian grabbed for it and played tug of war briefly before giving up. It wasn’t like he really wanted the thing back given where it was resting. Unlike R’nd, however, he didn’t have more clothes than was necessary and gave a mini pout at his poor shirt’s fate.
The search for his own pants was done as an effort to distract himself from what had transpired but it wasn’t much use. It was hard to ignore the fact you had just slept with a man you saw as a good friend and even a mentor but weren’t overly attracted to partially due to the age gap but mostly due to there being a lack of sexual chemistry. He had to scramble a bit on his knees to find and reach his own pants and as Valerian sat back down to start sliding them on, an old memory hit him which halted him in his tracks.
”I guess B’jin is a decent enough pick though.”
Had he really said that to Talian early on in his time at Katila? He had been teasing the strung-out Healer about his choice in older men given the way the two interacted though he had known it was a different sort of friendship that was developing between Talian and B’jin. But why had he said B’jin was a decent pick? He supposed the man was and a quick glance back at the greenrider verified that he could still be considered appealing to most people and he did have a good sense of humour and was kind. So yes, he was decent, but that didn’t mean Valerian wanted to sleep with him!
With a frustrated groan, Valerian flopped on his back and finished sliding his pants on. He lazily did up the fly while staring at a leaf hanging above him. He was seriously going to start banning all trips to the lake. All interactions with B’jin were close to being banned as well given the way their dragons conspired against them. Valerian didn’t even need to see the beasts to know Veeth was curled up with Larrikith and nuzzling happily with the older green that had opened a door into a new world of torture for Valerian. Losing had sucked a lot but it was better than the current victory!
Sitting up, Valerian scanned the area for the pants in question and wondered why he was being nice enough to find B’jin’s clothing when the man was just as capable of doing so. He supposed it had something to do with the fact that it was Veeth’s fault for chasing and getting them in such a cozy place but Valerian liked the other option better – B’jin was too busy pouting and sulking like a girl to be of much use. “Here,” he passed the pants over and looked at B’jin long enough to recognise the shirt being used for modesty. “And give me back my shirt,” Valerian grabbed for it and played tug of war briefly before giving up. It wasn’t like he really wanted the thing back given where it was resting. Unlike R’nd, however, he didn’t have more clothes than was necessary and gave a mini pout at his poor shirt’s fate.
The search for his own pants was done as an effort to distract himself from what had transpired but it wasn’t much use. It was hard to ignore the fact you had just slept with a man you saw as a good friend and even a mentor but weren’t overly attracted to partially due to the age gap but mostly due to there being a lack of sexual chemistry. He had to scramble a bit on his knees to find and reach his own pants and as Valerian sat back down to start sliding them on, an old memory hit him which halted him in his tracks.
”I guess B’jin is a decent enough pick though.”
Had he really said that to Talian early on in his time at Katila? He had been teasing the strung-out Healer about his choice in older men given the way the two interacted though he had known it was a different sort of friendship that was developing between Talian and B’jin. But why had he said B’jin was a decent pick? He supposed the man was and a quick glance back at the greenrider verified that he could still be considered appealing to most people and he did have a good sense of humour and was kind. So yes, he was decent, but that didn’t mean Valerian wanted to sleep with him!
With a frustrated groan, Valerian flopped on his back and finished sliding his pants on. He lazily did up the fly while staring at a leaf hanging above him. He was seriously going to start banning all trips to the lake. All interactions with B’jin were close to being banned as well given the way their dragons conspired against them. Valerian didn’t even need to see the beasts to know Veeth was curled up with Larrikith and nuzzling happily with the older green that had opened a door into a new world of torture for Valerian. Losing had sucked a lot but it was better than the current victory!
