Dragonrider
Title: Dragonrider
Author: charisstoma
Fandom: original. sequel to The Dare
Prompt pairing: 71. Dragon Rider + 70. Sex with an Alien / Interspecies
Rating: R
Pairing: slash
Word count: 480
Warning: Inebriation
Summary: Drinking + friends = dare. Or There’s your Dragon. Now get a move on and ride him.
Thank you to theotherdibbler for her Pleasures coffee shop 'verse which at this time I'm too tired to have stolen the idea for the bar from it being almost 4 am.
Once again James reasoned, he just couldn’t trust his friends. Bar, bars plural tonight, plus many drinks, plus friends, equals a dare. There was nothing else for it, he was going to have to find himself a significant other to bring along to watch his back at these gatherings of his buddies.
Honestly he thought they probably rigged the dares so they always fell to him being the one having to carry out the dare. He’d survived the ‘teach a goblin to kiss’ dare and met a fairly nice individual that he occasionally went out with. The Slough Sidhe had turned out to be a more interesting bar then most all the rest in the city. And, he reflected grinning, he’d never had to buy himself a drink yet once he got through the door. Almost he was on first name basis with the bouncers who seemed to especially watch out for him. Maybe it was because he was a petit 5’9” or that his frame was a unique, for here anyway, defined muscle somewhere between the willowy thin seelie fae and the more robust bulk of a dwarf. Then again how many humans came into this particular bar. He was the odd human out.
Tonight the dare’s objective was to get on one of those bar rides and stay on. Pictures had to be posted by cell phone of him up and riding as proof. He’d thought about it or tried to get his pickled brain to think about it and come up with there was no specific ride that he had to do. The Slough Sidhe probably had something like those mechanical bulls and they’d be bigger, less easy to fall off of then one found at a regular human bar. Finding himself in front of the bar’s large doors, he pushed through into the normal noisy chaos.
Seems the ritual of drinking and dares ran across species lines. There were four bulky but well cut sidhe of some sort in the bar. He sidled up to Tims, one of his favorite bouncers, to ask what they were. The reply was, ‘Dragons in their human form’. Amazing.
Inquiry into if there was one of those bar rides in the place had to be shouted. He explained with pantomime of bucking bronc riding and wildly made gestures to his cell that he needed pictures. Tims had grinned at him and pushed him in the direction of the boisterous foursome with instructions to ask them. That was how pictures of his dare had gone viral. There he was in all his glory, drunk out of his mind wearing a great big smile and not much else on a bucking dragon in similar condition. They got a roaring round of appreciation from their audience of voyeurs and he didn’t fall off. Well not until the dragon finally lost his erection.
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Author: charisstoma
Fandom: original. sequel to The Dare
Prompt pairing: 71. Dragon Rider + 70. Sex with an Alien / Interspecies
Rating: R
Pairing: slash
Word count: 480
Warning: Inebriation
Summary: Drinking + friends = dare. Or There’s your Dragon. Now get a move on and ride him.
Thank you to theotherdibbler for her Pleasures coffee shop 'verse which at this time I'm too tired to have stolen the idea for the bar from it being almost 4 am.
Once again James reasoned, he just couldn’t trust his friends. Bar, bars plural tonight, plus many drinks, plus friends, equals a dare. There was nothing else for it, he was going to have to find himself a significant other to bring along to watch his back at these gatherings of his buddies.
Honestly he thought they probably rigged the dares so they always fell to him being the one having to carry out the dare. He’d survived the ‘teach a goblin to kiss’ dare and met a fairly nice individual that he occasionally went out with. The Slough Sidhe had turned out to be a more interesting bar then most all the rest in the city. And, he reflected grinning, he’d never had to buy himself a drink yet once he got through the door. Almost he was on first name basis with the bouncers who seemed to especially watch out for him. Maybe it was because he was a petit 5’9” or that his frame was a unique, for here anyway, defined muscle somewhere between the willowy thin seelie fae and the more robust bulk of a dwarf. Then again how many humans came into this particular bar. He was the odd human out.
Tonight the dare’s objective was to get on one of those bar rides and stay on. Pictures had to be posted by cell phone of him up and riding as proof. He’d thought about it or tried to get his pickled brain to think about it and come up with there was no specific ride that he had to do. The Slough Sidhe probably had something like those mechanical bulls and they’d be bigger, less easy to fall off of then one found at a regular human bar. Finding himself in front of the bar’s large doors, he pushed through into the normal noisy chaos.
Seems the ritual of drinking and dares ran across species lines. There were four bulky but well cut sidhe of some sort in the bar. He sidled up to Tims, one of his favorite bouncers, to ask what they were. The reply was, ‘Dragons in their human form’. Amazing.
Inquiry into if there was one of those bar rides in the place had to be shouted. He explained with pantomime of bucking bronc riding and wildly made gestures to his cell that he needed pictures. Tims had grinned at him and pushed him in the direction of the boisterous foursome with instructions to ask them. That was how pictures of his dare had gone viral. There he was in all his glory, drunk out of his mind wearing a great big smile and not much else on a bucking dragon in similar condition. They got a roaring round of appreciation from their audience of voyeurs and he didn’t fall off. Well not until the dragon finally lost his erection.
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