29.Jan.16, 11:20 PM
He gritted his teeth when J’ver failed to land on the floor. Not that he really expected the man too, the shove hadn’t been powerful enough to really do any damage, but one could hope couldn’t they? T’drin growled low at the sound of J’ver’s laugh. How in all that was holy could the man laugh at a situation like this? There was nothing funny about it. “Don’t laugh at me,” he ground out resisting the urge to put a foot to the back of the greenrider’s head. T’drin hated being laughed at and it took a considerable amount of will power not to show J’ver exactly how much he hated it.
It had been Gelabrith’s first actual flight, gold flights notwithstanding, and his first win. Why the bronze couldn’t have chosen to fly one of the woman ridden greens was beyond him. He stiffened painfully when the other man ran his fingers over his arm. Hadn’t he just told him not to touch? Was he daft or just aching for a punch to the face? “The only pleasant thing about this is the fact Gelabrith is obviously happy. There is nothing pleasant about being in your bed,” the last was hissed between teeth and T’drin refused to think on the pleasure it had been.
His eyes widen with the shock of J’ver’s words. He didn’t… He wasn’t… He couldn’t be. He liked girls, he noticed them, he fucked them, not men! But the words reverberated in his mind, bouncing around the blank spaces that were filled with lingering glances and dark wants. He was a holder’s son for fucks sake. It was drilled into him from the beginning that only faithless dragonriders wanted men like they should women. His father had been a tyrant when it came to dragonriders.But you are a dragonrider, T’drin. I am, after all, the wonderful proof of that! the dragon in question put in, highly amused by the situation
He refused to let the greenrider see how his words affected him and with darted from the bed to pace, his refusal nothing but wishful thinking. “You know nothing about me,” he told the man, the words heated but lacking conviction, “You don’t know what I want or who I want.” T’drin didn’t even know who he wanted. He hated the man on the bed. Hated what he stood for, but T’drin could feel that little niggle of.. Something that he had no desire to delve into.
It had been Gelabrith’s first actual flight, gold flights notwithstanding, and his first win. Why the bronze couldn’t have chosen to fly one of the woman ridden greens was beyond him. He stiffened painfully when the other man ran his fingers over his arm. Hadn’t he just told him not to touch? Was he daft or just aching for a punch to the face? “The only pleasant thing about this is the fact Gelabrith is obviously happy. There is nothing pleasant about being in your bed,” the last was hissed between teeth and T’drin refused to think on the pleasure it had been.
His eyes widen with the shock of J’ver’s words. He didn’t… He wasn’t… He couldn’t be. He liked girls, he noticed them, he fucked them, not men! But the words reverberated in his mind, bouncing around the blank spaces that were filled with lingering glances and dark wants. He was a holder’s son for fucks sake. It was drilled into him from the beginning that only faithless dragonriders wanted men like they should women. His father had been a tyrant when it came to dragonriders.
He refused to let the greenrider see how his words affected him and with darted from the bed to pace, his refusal nothing but wishful thinking. “You know nothing about me,” he told the man, the words heated but lacking conviction, “You don’t know what I want or who I want.” T’drin didn’t even know who he wanted. He hated the man on the bed. Hated what he stood for, but T’drin could feel that little niggle of.. Something that he had no desire to delve into.