Who

R'xim, F'dan

What

The clutchdaddy escapes the sands, the weyrsecond escapes W'rin, male bonding is indulged in.

Explicit sexual references + themes, lots of profanity

When

It is evening of the twenty-second day of the ninth month of the second turn of the 12th pass.

Where

R'xim's weyr, Igen Weyr

OOC Date

 

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R'xim's weyr

This is a man's weyr and everything about it proves that its occupant doesn't dwell on keeping up with appearances. Dark browns mix with the dull, shadowy colors of the stone ground and walls. Various portraits of family members are hung up throughout the weyr, circling the main living area and finally leading back toward the private bed chamber. A few pieces of art work — mostly given to him as gifts from friends — also hang in the vicinity of the living quarters, adding tiny splashes of color to the dowdy atmosphere. Hanging plants loom over an old desk that resides on the right side of the weyr, while a round table — with its main purpose being for card playing — is located directly across from it. Large rugs are strewn about the floor while the entrance way is lacking, simply because it's more of a place to collect dirt and mud. Upon entering the weyr, there is a tall, bulky wine cabinet that is used to hold an assortment of bottles. Other bits of furniture include a long couch, various cushioned chairs, a klah table and filled book shelves.


Shalnth is on the sands, but R’xim is back in his weyr for the time being. With permission from Mayte and Rhiscorath, he was granted a break from the sands to bathe and dine amongst other things. It’s early evening and the bronzer is currently sitting out on his ledge on a chair dressed in nothing but loose fitting lounge pants. In one hand is a half empty bottle of beer and the other is a garment of some sort — or perhaps just a rag to wipe away sweat. It looks like he just came back from the baths anyway, with his wet hair loosely slicked and just a dab of cologne on his skin to top off his fresh ‘n clean look. Sprawled and leaning back against the chair, a good long swig of cold beer is taken as he just relaxes.

Like waves lapping against a stoney shoreline, Shalnth is calmly present in F’dan’s mind as salty sea fog thickens to announce his presence: « Mine has a surprise for you. He says you will be pleased. » The fog burns off in a fleeting moment and the tide descends back to the sands whence it came.

Well, how can F'dan say no to that? If R'xim is promising a surprise it's going to be a good one. It's a good quarter candlemark before F'dan arrives but it's as early as he could make it: he's still in his dress leathers, as simple as his flight ones but a good deal less battered. Kadanth only briefly lands before taking off again, leaving F'dan to give R'xim a grin and a lazy parody of a salute before shrugging off his jacket and throwing it over the back of the spare chair. "Alright. What's happening?" Did he just arrive with a beer of his own in his hand? You'd better believe it. Someone's got the morning off.

"Got you a present." R'xim's thumb is jerked toward the weyr and then that little garment he was holding is tossed over at F'dan: a pink lacy bra smelling of lavender. "Our favorite leggy blonde is here." Another swig of beer is taken to help conceal a smirk, but he does a horrible job at masking his lofty attitude. Being married to the sands is brutal on a man's needs and it's been sevendays since Rix has been taken care of properly. So imagine his luck when he saw Catryn in the living cavern having dinner all by herself — must be she was lonely. Enter Rix with a proposition for a good time and here they are about a candlemark later. "She's been loosened up already. Sleeping right now." The last of his beer is downed before the bottle is placed amongst the empties and a new one is grabbed and opened. He so needed this. Then another smirk crosses his expression as he leans back and sprawls: "So tell me about your day, dear. I've got some time before I've gotta get back to the sands."

F'dan catches the bra reflexively. Unfortunately his right hand is holding the beer so it's his left hand that does the job and catching isn't quite what it used to be: the garment is fumbled once, twice before being caught over his little and ring fingers. A flicker of darkness passes over his face, but thankfully R'xim's news is more than enough to prevent F'dan from moving into a downward spiral of frustration and anger at his hand. When F'dan looks back up at his bro he's grinning as if he hit the jackpot on a Bitran lottery. "You," he says, voice deathly serious, "are the fucking man." Eyes flick towards the weyr, F'dan apparently more than a little tempted to go and wake Catryn up immediately — but bro time calls. The other chair is scraped over the rock before F'dan flops into it, the bra fiddled between his fingers as he takes a swig of his beer. "Busy. Always busy. You wouldn't be-fucking-lieve the crap holders try to pull." A look of distaste and another swig. "Yourself? Surprised Shalnth and Rhiscorath let you get out of there. Eggs doing alright?" On which note, "what's your bet? Put mine in yesterday. You'd better give me some serious bronzes." Because even if the eggs didn't look good, which F'dan thinks they do, mates back mates for bronzes every time.

"I know you're always fucking busy." R'xim says with a snort before taking a swig of beer. "Figured I'd bring the fun to you since you have zero time to play anymore." Because that's always been important to Rix — plenty of play time. But since his other half has an official 'job' now, it's put a serious damper on his expectations for a good time with women. There's a shrug at F'dan's inquiry before a long exhalation of breath. "Shalnth owed me. I had to sit there and watch all afternoon as he re-organized the eggs by color. Rhiscorath was happy with the results, so as a reward I got to get let off my leash for a while." Apparently the massive rainbow that Shalnth created was pleasing enough for the junior queen and even Mayte was impressed with the bronze's efforts. "I bet the first to hatch is a bronze. Gotta be. And don't worry, Shalnth comes from good stock so there will be plenty of 'em." Brother Kadanth has had pretty good success with siring bronzes, so now it's Shalnth's turn. As a side note: "I've been alright. I'm gonna need a serious fucking vacation once this is all over with." A glance is thrown to his bro. "Not like you'll be able to go to Tillek with me. W'rin's got you by the balls with all these fucking meetings — not to mention Linny."

F'dan's eyebrows quirk upwards into a look of disbelief, beer hovering halfway to his lips. "Wait. Shalnth organized the eggs by colour? Shells and shards, I think he's in love." Because F'dan can imagine no other reason that a bronze would do that than to impress the eggs' dam. Really, next he's going to find out that Shalnth knows what the fuck 'teal' and 'burgundy' are. A thought is flicked over to Kadanth — » you'd better tease the crap outta him for that. « Kadanth ignores it, literally incapable of caring less if his clutchbrother could name twenty different shades of pink, so F'dan is left to drink beer and consider R'xim's words. "Of course I'll come to Tillek you dipshit. Just not for as long as I used to." By which he means certainly long enough to eat as much redfruit pie as Momma Rix can bake. "And Linny? Please. When's the last time a woman stopped me doing shit I wanted to do?" A snort and F'dan takes a pause to down more beer before waving the bottle descriptively at his knot. "This I can understand you being jealous of. I know it's shit for us time. But unless you've decided you want my dick you have nothing to be jealous of Linny for." A teasing grin flashed to his bro F'dan raises the bottle again and downs it before reaching for another — of Rix's, this time, as usual not asking before he does. They always assume that these things work out as more or less even.

"I'm not jealous of Linny, it's that fucking thing on your shoulder that's a pain in my ass." R'xim says, motioning with his beer bottle toward F'dan's knot. There's a mumbling of some choice words in regards to his bro's position before Rix rolls his shoulders and takes another swig. "I don't know how you can sit in that council chamber and put up with half the shit that goes on in there." A pause as he really thinks about it. "Well, I guess it's no worse than me sitting with Mayte for candlemarks watching Rhiscorath rearrange eggs. She comes up with the weirdest shit to talk about, too — I mean, lap dances. She asked me what was so great about 'em." Surprisingly, the conversation went rather well in that it didn't end with him getting slapped and thrown off the sands. Although it did make him extremely hot and bothered. "Speaking of which, we should go to Rosie's sometime soon. I miss the girls."

Enjoy it while it lasts, ladies and gents: an expression of actual tenderness comes over F'dan's face, a hand reached out to squeeze R'xim's shoulder for the briefest of moments. "I know. Trust me. I really do." And then thankfully Rix is going on — wouldn't want any mushy talk to happen here, it would be disastrous if anyone had to explicitly talk about their feelings — and F'dan settles back again. "Lap dances? Mayte talked about lap dances?" Metaphorical ears pricked up, F'dan takes another mouthful of beer. "She asked me about those. Said something about that Safid guy. About Sienna. Couldn't get to the bottom of it because Rhiscorath was about to sharding eat me." And for Rosie's? Well, for the next moment F'dan will keep that under his hat, though he's giving R'xim a look.

R'xim stops mid-swig very, very briefly to eye F'dan incredulously. There's a moment of silence as he recollects what Mayte told him about Sienna's lap dance and for fear of his bro going nuclear, now might not be the best time to elaborate on said event. The look F'dan is giving him at the moment isn't settling well at all so he needs to ask: "Why are you looking at me like that?" Pause. "What happened?" Because something had to have happened if there is no comment about Rosie's. Another slow swig of beer is taken as he eyes the bronzer warily.

"Apparently Mayte got Sienna a stripper." F'dan counts the points out on the still-extant fingers of his right hand as if keeping some sort of logical order on this weirdness will stop him going too far down the tunnelsnake hole. "From that candidate Safid. And she told Sienna I did it." There's a moment where it seems as if F'dan's temper could errupt but, thank Faranth, he's too mellowed out by bro-time: instead he shakes his head in disbelief. "Fuck me. Why the crap would I do that? Why would a woman like Sienna want that?" Because Sienna's nice and respectful and gentle, ergo she must also be sexually beyond reproach, which is to say pretty straight-laced. "She'd better not believe I did. Fuck, W'rin had better not believe I did." Because that could have unfortunate consequences. Luckily F'dan isn't dwelling on those too much, instead shaking his head. "I didn't even know women liked that shit. They're not like us." On which note, "but mate, you need to come to Rosie's with me. Managed to get myself a deal with one of the girls."

R'xim desperately tries to hide a smirk before taking a good long swig of beer. This is the opposite side of the story he's hearing because he's already heard Mayte's version, which causes him cough instead of laugh. "Man, W'rin should be happy that someone ordered a lap dance for his weyrmate because she actually liked it, or so I heard. Where the fuck's the harm in that?" But then there's also the fact that Mayte set F'dan up by throwing the blame on him. A dirty little trick, but at least the weyrwoman is apologetic over it — not that she's ever going to tell his bro that face to face. Still, Rix grins devilishly as he leans back against the chair, staring out past the ledge: "Don't worry about it. It'll be fine." The last of his beer is downed before the bottle is set amongst the empties, better pace himself so he's not reeking of booze when he gets back to the sands. "What kind of a deal. And how the fuck did you get time to make said deal."

Was that a smirk? F'dan's eyes zero in on R'xim like a feline observing a suspicious scuttling in a corridor. What was that? Does Rix know more than he's letting on? But there are so many reasons for Rix to have a devilish grin on his face that F'dan isn't sure enough of anything to ask about it. Still his voice is slightly slow as he speaks again, those eyes still trying to work out exactly what Rix is playing at. "Mate, I realize that you've never had a woman you wanted to keep or anything. But trust me, if you do you don't want strange dicks waved in their faces." Because 1) obviously a weyrmating is exactly like F'dan's relationship with his kept women, and 2) lap dances involve facial dick waving. Clearly. Thankfully for everyone involved there's still beer in F'dan's bottle and another story to move onto which keeps him distracted at least for now. His turn for a big grin, settling back into the chair and letting his legs sprawl open like the cock of the walk (as it were.) "Unlimited access until the eggs hatch. For a-ny-thing." The world is drawn out, savoured over his tongue. "But if you fucking tell anyone about it you're dead."

"What?" R'xim gapes at F'dan for a moment before reaching over to shove his bro's shoulder. "Shut the fuck up. No way. Can't happen." The girls are Rosie's are good but they're not stupid. "And who the fuck am I going to tell? I'm stuck on the sands in silence with a woman who—" Nevermind. Not going to stir up that hornet's nest again. Instead, he glances back in the direction of Catryn in his bed. Apparently she's still sleeping. Sitting up now, Rix rubs his eyes with the palms of his hands before stretching a bit: "What do you think of Linny's new assistant? You seen him yet?" A crooked grin crosses his expression. "Already gave him a dirty note to deliver to her. Hopefully she'll make him read it out loud." Because it's always fun to haze the new kid in a new job. And speaking of which, Rix really ought to torture some candidates. "Saw your boy on the sands. Shalnth hissed at him." Well, the whole group of candidates not just Rev. "He looks fit for bronze."

F'dan looks as happy as a porcine in shit, practically arching with pleasure — or perhaps that's just some memory of his last visit at Rosie's rising unbidden to the surface. It was a particularly delicious few hours. Rix's punch is met with a grin that stretches almost from ear to ear. "I assure you it can fucking happen. There's a girl there, Fasai. Never had her before. Expensive as shit, but one fee. For anything. And you know I tested that." He pauses as if to let that sink in before taking another idle swig of beer. Could a man look happier with himself? Probably, but not by much. "She said if her brother got a white knot I could have her until the eggs hatched. So I put him in front of Mayte and turns out the kid's got it. So," a leg is extended, his toe jabbing Rix in the shin, "we're taking a fucking trip. Soon. This girl…" a shake of his head, cheeks puffing out as he exhales. "Fuck me, Rix. Fuck. Me."

But even that delicious thought can't last forever: reluctantly F'dan moves on, shaking his head at the mention of Jalebren. "Nah. What's he like? She picked some eyecandy?" Which isn't a thought that he relishes, but at least there are happier thoughts: Threvobek's name isn't met with a smile exactly but F'dan's nod is certainly approving. "Got him out every morning for extra PT. Igen's candidate training… not sure how they're all going to be fucking fit enough for weyrlinghood. Half of them are sharding women." F'dan might have been at Igen long enough to see some decent female colleagues, but wingriding's all about upper body strength. Upper body strength and balls (metaphorically speaking.)

"Fasai." R'xim repeats as he tries to recollect a memory of the girl at Rosie's. Nothing seems to be surfacing so he requires more details: "She the redhead? Or that blonde with the birthmark on her—" A hand reaches up to scratch the side of his chin as he looks genuinely perplexed with the name. "Huh. I have no idea who she is. Then again, I don't go in there asking for any names so it's possible I know exactly who she is." Rix does, however, roll his eyes at the fee. "You pawned some kid off to become a candidate so you could have freebies until the Hatching. Well, how the fuck do I benefit from that? Prostitutes don't give shit like that away twice, y'know." It's not like poor Rix can go anywhere for any length of time while being stuck on the sands anyway and speaking of which, he should probably start thinking about returning before he’s missed. The idea of sleeping on that damn cot again is enough to make him cringe so he'll just take his sweet time getting back to it. There's a frustrated groan as he runs both hands through his hair: "I've gotta get back to the almost-wife-and-kids."

F'dan shakes his head as R'xim attempts to identify Fasai. "Nah, none of them. I don't think you'll have had her. She's not the most noticeable one in there. But once you get her to bed…" a low whistle, head given a shake before he downs the rest of the beer. "You benefit because I do, you fuckwit. Trust me, she meant it when she said I could do anything. Plus ones are the least of her worries. If anything it'll be a sharding relief for her to have you there." Rix has always, after all, ameliorated F'dan's worst impulses. "Just lemme know when you can get a few candlemarks away and we'll sneak out. Faranth knows we deserve it." The mention of the ball and chain gets a snort from F'dan, his head inclined towards Catryn's sleeping body inside. "You not joining me? Mayte's not gonna miss you for another thirty seconds. You've got plenty of time." Zing!

There's a punch distributed to F'dan's shoulder with a little more weight added to it after that zinger of a comment. Oh man. Why did he have to bring up Catryn again? Because right now R'xim is staring back into the weyr just knowing that the beautiful blonde is asleep — or is she? Only one way to find out. It would be extremely therapeutic to share her the way they used to at Reaches and the thought is seriously being considered. A long breath is inhaled after a moment of thinking about it: "Come on." Yeah, that was a difficult decision. "She shouldn't be too surprised to see you here." There's a smirk as a few more memories are mulled over and Rix stands up, only to lean and grab a fresh bottle of beer to bring with him. The sands can wait just a while longer since, y'know, priorities. With the cap finally twisted off, Rix takes a swig and then motions to the entryway: "After you."

Wait for it, wait for it… F'dan would eat his knot if Rix didn't take him up on this particular offer. Sure, things have changed since Reaches — but they haven't changed that much. When R'xim finally agrees F'dan's face breaks into a grin, standing up and depositing his empty in the pile before grabbing a fresh one. "Faranth, thought you were going to let me down there. You're getting old." Well, look who's talking, matched turn for turn with R'xim and a knot the size of a small canine on his tunic. F'dan reaches over to loop an arm around his bro's shoulders, giving his hair an affectionate knucklerub. "C'mon. I've been waiting for this for months." Onwards! To all the most delicious of adult delights as only a proper Reaches woman can serve them up.

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