more dragons.
Title: Ficlet Two: Spencer
Rating: Not Intended for Children (some adult language, sexual themes)
Fandom: Bandom/Dragonriders of Pern crossover (posted for bandom_pern)
Pairing: Gen (mention of Spencer/Brendon and other pairings)
Warnings: Discussion of Weyr morality
Words: 1550
Summary: Spencer has Miloth.
Previous Ficlets in the Series: Bob
Ficlet Two
Spencer
Spencer jumped down from Miloth's back and hurried over to help Rubano offload the basket of repaired flame throwers. For all his taunting at the Hall, he took his responsibilities seriously, and was rather miffed that both the Mastersmith and Rubano had decided the load was too heavy for Miloth to carry back. It had taken a few pointed comments about keeping his dragon grounded, unable to fly due to strained muscles before he'd accepted their decision.
I'm faster than Bayth, even if he is stronger.
Spencer rolled his eyes at the lack of anxiety in his dragon's tone.
Yes. I know you are. You're faster than dragons twice your size.
Her agreement was casually smug.
She never worried about all the things that Spencer worried about. Miloth had no qualms about her size, or position within the colour heirarchy of the weyr. This was quite reasonable since she never lacked for suitors when she rose to mate, as she had several times since reaching maturity a little over a year previously.
It was still a comfort to Spencer that dragons didn't tease each other the way people did. He'd spent the first months of her life staring down other weyrlings who wanted to tease him for having a name that his dragon couldn't pronounce, hoping that she wouldn't sense his distress, and think he was embarrassed about her in any way.
"On three."
Spencer nodded and stood next to Bayth, ready to take the weight on the leather strap as the fastening was undone on the other side.
You are also stronger than you look, Penth.
He felt himself blush at Miloth's flattery.
You don't have to charm me, you know. I already like you.
When the equipment was unloaded, and they'd lugged it down to the storage cavern, Spencer went to find some food.
The dining hall was bustling and busy. He looked around for a space at the long tables for somewhere to eat his stew. It smelled delicious, and he was hungry!
"Spencerrr! Spencer Smith!"
He smiled as he saw the weyr's Journeyman Harper standing and waving him over to the corner spot at the end of the bench he was sharing with Shane, Regan, Cassadee and other riders from their wing.
"How was the Hall? Did Schechter bitch you out? Did you see Bryar?"
Spencer made a show of rolling his eyes at the volley of questions.
"That's 'Mastersmith Schechter' to you." Spencer smiled his thanks as Brendon slid along to make room for him. "And he was fine. Bryar was there, but only for a second." Spencer felt uneasy gossiping about what he'd seen. Bryar had seemed so... distraught.
Brendon took a breath, ready to unleash another round. Spencer spoke before he had a chance. "God, give me a chance to eat. I'm so fucking hungry."
"Sure. Eat. Gotta keep up your strength." Brendon made ridiculous waggly eyebrows at him. "Big flight coming up any day soon, if I know the signs, and you know I do."
Spencer paused with his spoon half way to his mouth to raise an eyebrow. "Oh my god. Are you serious?" It had happened once. Once! Miloth had risen to mate, and her partner's rider had turned out to be staunchly straight. Brendon had agreed early on to step in to partner Spencer if it was needed, allowing the other rider to remain with their chosen mate. Spencer hid his grin behind an exaggerated huff. "One time doesn't exactly make you an expert on the subject, Brendon!"
Brendon didn't seem the slightest bit chastened and continued to leer theatrically at Spencer. "You can't be trying to tell me that it wasn't your best flight ever, because that would be a lie and a dragonrider doesn't lie about his dragon!"
Shane leant around Brendon and put his hand over his mouth.
"We are eating here, man. Enough with the mating talk. Ewwww!" He leapt to his feet, overturning his klah, shaking his hand. "I can't believe you licked me!"
There was no malice in the complaint, and Shane proceeded to wipe his hand in Brendon's dark, shaggy hair. Brendon reached around, trying to remove Shane's hat. Regan snickered behind him and stole Shane's bread while he was distracted. Spencer lifted his bowl from the table to avoid the growing mess in front of him.
The stew was delicious, rich and filling. He took another few mouthfuls of it before leaning over to push at Brendon's shoulder.
"You'd better keep it down or your boss will remember you're here." Spencer nodded over at the corner where Patrick, the Weyr's resident Master Harper was tuning his gitar, ready for the after dinner entertainment.
"Spoke too soon!" crowed Shane, because at that very moment Patrick looked over towards the disturbance and nodded twice in Brendon's direction, indicating that it was time for him to earn his keep. Shane and Brendon's tussling resolved for a moment into more of a snuggle, before Brendon stretched up, twisting to crack his back and shaking out his hands as he made his way over to the head table. Spencer grinned into his klah. Shane was a sweet guy.
Spencer stayed for a while listening to the music. The two Harpers' voices blended well, and they swapped instruments and lead vocals back and forth easily between them. Spencer found himself tapping beats on the table along with the songs he knew. Miloth enjoyed it when he listened to music but, after a few songs, he decided to get her settled for the night. He smiled his 'goodnights' to those at his table. Brendon caught his eye and winked at him as he headed out of the hall. Spencer waved in return. They would have to catch up properly tomorrow.
Looking after his dragon was one time that Spencer was happy for her comparitively lithe, small stature. It still took a while to oil her flaky skin. They'd been going between a lot more often of late. Spencer was proud of her, and how quickly she had become a trusted member of Pete's wing.
The wing-leader favours you, too. You are the most reliable green rider in the weyr.
Spencer smiled into her hide as he scratched in behind her wing joint. The mutual admiration society was in fine swing tonight. He leant more of his weight against her, soaking up her scent and warmth.
In contrast, the image from earlier in the day of Bryar, shoulders up around his ears, arms crossed protectively over his chest, chin tucked down as he stumbled away from them and their dragons sat heavily in his gut. Spencer couldn't even begin to comprehend what it would be like to live like that. Torn in half. He shuddered at the idea and rubbed his face against Miloth's side and felt her comforting croon rumble through her belly.
I wouldn't do it. I'd rather die.
Miloth twisted her neck around and nuzzled at his stomach. I am here. We are here. All is well.
He increased his scratching in apology for his upsetting thoughts.
You should sleep with Brendon tonight. He would like that. He likes company.
Spencer was startled into a chuckle. Are you pimping me out?
You would like that, too. You like Brendon.
I know. And sometimes we have sex. But not tonight. You should rest. You've flown a lot the last few days, and you really do need to save your strength.
Miloth wuffled air through Spencer's hair. She was not so easily distracted. Brendon would like it, and you would like it.
Miloth. I can decide who I sleep with and when.
Well, I would like it.
Sorry to disappoint you. Spencer was now smiling broadly as he undressed and got into bed. Besides, I'm pretty sure he's with Shane tonight. Now, go to sleep!
Spencer covered the glow basket and settled in, steering his thoughts away from the Smithcraft Hall, away from his friends. It had been a few weeks since he'd contacted his sisters. He would have to see about dropping by the Healer Hall where they were apprenticed. They would be happy to see him, happy to show off their big brother the dragonrider. He sensed Miloth's agreement with the plan as his thoughts began to drift away from reason and toward dreams.
He was just helping his sister up onto Miloth's back for a joyride, his beaming mother waving from a distant window when there was a rustling at his doorway, bringing him back to reality. Spencer watched a compact figure creep over to his pallette and felt the dip as Brendon sat down near his feet.
"Hey," he whispered, cautious of rousing Miloth.
"Um. Is it ok if I... Is this ok?"
"Sure. What's up?"
"Oh, you know. Shane's all..." Spencer could vaguely see an arm waving around in place of words.
"Not there."
"Right." The arm flopped down on the bed at Brendon's side. "And Patrick's off with Pete, and the room is all quiet."
"Lonely."
There was a huff that might have been a laugh.
"That, too."
Spencer shuffled back against the wall, making room on the edge of the mattress. "Come on."
Brendon stood, slipping his shift over his head, sliding his pants off, and got under the covers. He pressed his back up against Spencer's bare chest and they tangled their feet together, arranging arms and knees until they were both comfortable.
"G'night, Spence."
Spencer pressed his lips gently against Brendon's neck in answer and listened as his breathing gradually evened out and he let his thoughts wander and fade back to dreams.
next
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Thankyou to maple_mahogany and miss_diverse for the read throughs and to reni_days for the beta.
Disclaimer: The Pern universe and the world, creatures and customs that belong to it remain the intellectual property of Anne McCaffrey, and the characters referenced in this piece are fictional representations of real people. No offense or infringement is intended, and no profit is being made.
Rating: Not Intended for Children (some adult language, sexual themes)
Fandom: Bandom/Dragonriders of Pern crossover (posted for bandom_pern)
Pairing: Gen (mention of Spencer/Brendon and other pairings)
Warnings: Discussion of Weyr morality
Words: 1550
Summary: Spencer has Miloth.
Previous Ficlets in the Series: Bob
Ficlet Two
Spencer
Spencer jumped down from Miloth's back and hurried over to help Rubano offload the basket of repaired flame throwers. For all his taunting at the Hall, he took his responsibilities seriously, and was rather miffed that both the Mastersmith and Rubano had decided the load was too heavy for Miloth to carry back. It had taken a few pointed comments about keeping his dragon grounded, unable to fly due to strained muscles before he'd accepted their decision.
I'm faster than Bayth, even if he is stronger.
Spencer rolled his eyes at the lack of anxiety in his dragon's tone.
Yes. I know you are. You're faster than dragons twice your size.
Her agreement was casually smug.
She never worried about all the things that Spencer worried about. Miloth had no qualms about her size, or position within the colour heirarchy of the weyr. This was quite reasonable since she never lacked for suitors when she rose to mate, as she had several times since reaching maturity a little over a year previously.
It was still a comfort to Spencer that dragons didn't tease each other the way people did. He'd spent the first months of her life staring down other weyrlings who wanted to tease him for having a name that his dragon couldn't pronounce, hoping that she wouldn't sense his distress, and think he was embarrassed about her in any way.
"On three."
Spencer nodded and stood next to Bayth, ready to take the weight on the leather strap as the fastening was undone on the other side.
You are also stronger than you look, Penth.
He felt himself blush at Miloth's flattery.
You don't have to charm me, you know. I already like you.
When the equipment was unloaded, and they'd lugged it down to the storage cavern, Spencer went to find some food.
The dining hall was bustling and busy. He looked around for a space at the long tables for somewhere to eat his stew. It smelled delicious, and he was hungry!
"Spencerrr! Spencer Smith!"
He smiled as he saw the weyr's Journeyman Harper standing and waving him over to the corner spot at the end of the bench he was sharing with Shane, Regan, Cassadee and other riders from their wing.
"How was the Hall? Did Schechter bitch you out? Did you see Bryar?"
Spencer made a show of rolling his eyes at the volley of questions.
"That's 'Mastersmith Schechter' to you." Spencer smiled his thanks as Brendon slid along to make room for him. "And he was fine. Bryar was there, but only for a second." Spencer felt uneasy gossiping about what he'd seen. Bryar had seemed so... distraught.
Brendon took a breath, ready to unleash another round. Spencer spoke before he had a chance. "God, give me a chance to eat. I'm so fucking hungry."
"Sure. Eat. Gotta keep up your strength." Brendon made ridiculous waggly eyebrows at him. "Big flight coming up any day soon, if I know the signs, and you know I do."
Spencer paused with his spoon half way to his mouth to raise an eyebrow. "Oh my god. Are you serious?" It had happened once. Once! Miloth had risen to mate, and her partner's rider had turned out to be staunchly straight. Brendon had agreed early on to step in to partner Spencer if it was needed, allowing the other rider to remain with their chosen mate. Spencer hid his grin behind an exaggerated huff. "One time doesn't exactly make you an expert on the subject, Brendon!"
Brendon didn't seem the slightest bit chastened and continued to leer theatrically at Spencer. "You can't be trying to tell me that it wasn't your best flight ever, because that would be a lie and a dragonrider doesn't lie about his dragon!"
Shane leant around Brendon and put his hand over his mouth.
"We are eating here, man. Enough with the mating talk. Ewwww!" He leapt to his feet, overturning his klah, shaking his hand. "I can't believe you licked me!"
There was no malice in the complaint, and Shane proceeded to wipe his hand in Brendon's dark, shaggy hair. Brendon reached around, trying to remove Shane's hat. Regan snickered behind him and stole Shane's bread while he was distracted. Spencer lifted his bowl from the table to avoid the growing mess in front of him.
The stew was delicious, rich and filling. He took another few mouthfuls of it before leaning over to push at Brendon's shoulder.
"You'd better keep it down or your boss will remember you're here." Spencer nodded over at the corner where Patrick, the Weyr's resident Master Harper was tuning his gitar, ready for the after dinner entertainment.
"Spoke too soon!" crowed Shane, because at that very moment Patrick looked over towards the disturbance and nodded twice in Brendon's direction, indicating that it was time for him to earn his keep. Shane and Brendon's tussling resolved for a moment into more of a snuggle, before Brendon stretched up, twisting to crack his back and shaking out his hands as he made his way over to the head table. Spencer grinned into his klah. Shane was a sweet guy.
Spencer stayed for a while listening to the music. The two Harpers' voices blended well, and they swapped instruments and lead vocals back and forth easily between them. Spencer found himself tapping beats on the table along with the songs he knew. Miloth enjoyed it when he listened to music but, after a few songs, he decided to get her settled for the night. He smiled his 'goodnights' to those at his table. Brendon caught his eye and winked at him as he headed out of the hall. Spencer waved in return. They would have to catch up properly tomorrow.
Looking after his dragon was one time that Spencer was happy for her comparitively lithe, small stature. It still took a while to oil her flaky skin. They'd been going between a lot more often of late. Spencer was proud of her, and how quickly she had become a trusted member of Pete's wing.
The wing-leader favours you, too. You are the most reliable green rider in the weyr.
Spencer smiled into her hide as he scratched in behind her wing joint. The mutual admiration society was in fine swing tonight. He leant more of his weight against her, soaking up her scent and warmth.
In contrast, the image from earlier in the day of Bryar, shoulders up around his ears, arms crossed protectively over his chest, chin tucked down as he stumbled away from them and their dragons sat heavily in his gut. Spencer couldn't even begin to comprehend what it would be like to live like that. Torn in half. He shuddered at the idea and rubbed his face against Miloth's side and felt her comforting croon rumble through her belly.
I wouldn't do it. I'd rather die.
Miloth twisted her neck around and nuzzled at his stomach. I am here. We are here. All is well.
He increased his scratching in apology for his upsetting thoughts.
You should sleep with Brendon tonight. He would like that. He likes company.
Spencer was startled into a chuckle. Are you pimping me out?
You would like that, too. You like Brendon.
I know. And sometimes we have sex. But not tonight. You should rest. You've flown a lot the last few days, and you really do need to save your strength.
Miloth wuffled air through Spencer's hair. She was not so easily distracted. Brendon would like it, and you would like it.
Miloth. I can decide who I sleep with and when.
Well, I would like it.
Sorry to disappoint you. Spencer was now smiling broadly as he undressed and got into bed. Besides, I'm pretty sure he's with Shane tonight. Now, go to sleep!
Spencer covered the glow basket and settled in, steering his thoughts away from the Smithcraft Hall, away from his friends. It had been a few weeks since he'd contacted his sisters. He would have to see about dropping by the Healer Hall where they were apprenticed. They would be happy to see him, happy to show off their big brother the dragonrider. He sensed Miloth's agreement with the plan as his thoughts began to drift away from reason and toward dreams.
He was just helping his sister up onto Miloth's back for a joyride, his beaming mother waving from a distant window when there was a rustling at his doorway, bringing him back to reality. Spencer watched a compact figure creep over to his pallette and felt the dip as Brendon sat down near his feet.
"Hey," he whispered, cautious of rousing Miloth.
"Um. Is it ok if I... Is this ok?"
"Sure. What's up?"
"Oh, you know. Shane's all..." Spencer could vaguely see an arm waving around in place of words.
"Not there."
"Right." The arm flopped down on the bed at Brendon's side. "And Patrick's off with Pete, and the room is all quiet."
"Lonely."
There was a huff that might have been a laugh.
"That, too."
Spencer shuffled back against the wall, making room on the edge of the mattress. "Come on."
Brendon stood, slipping his shift over his head, sliding his pants off, and got under the covers. He pressed his back up against Spencer's bare chest and they tangled their feet together, arranging arms and knees until they were both comfortable.
"G'night, Spence."
Spencer pressed his lips gently against Brendon's neck in answer and listened as his breathing gradually evened out and he let his thoughts wander and fade back to dreams.
next
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Thankyou to maple_mahogany and miss_diverse for the read throughs and to reni_days for the beta.
Disclaimer: The Pern universe and the world, creatures and customs that belong to it remain the intellectual property of Anne McCaffrey, and the characters referenced in this piece are fictional representations of real people. No offense or infringement is intended, and no profit is being made.