Love in the Mountains

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Dragon & Gryphon Romance

"Hey... Are you awake?"

Stan blearily raised his head from the pillows, where he had been sleeping in a shared room on the university trip with his class, the gryphon's feathers mussed up and sticking up in the wrong directions.

"Whuh?"

For a moment, he didn't know where the voice had come to, the bedroom cast into a half-light, moonlight filtering in through a crack in the curtains. Slowly, Stan's eyes adjusted to the light and he sat up slowly, eyes zeroing in on the bedroom door where two eyes peered around.

Lav. Of course, it was him, the dragon who was so very rarely apart from his side, his breath catching ever so slightly in his throat, though Stan tried to hide it, to brush it off. Who else could it be?

"Lav?" He hissed through his beak, closing it again, not wanting to reveal too much to the others in the dorm room there, though it was only another couple of gryphons. "What are you doing here?"

But the drake only gestured to him, backing through the doorway to the hallway. Up in the mountains, the view from the hallway windows stretched down over the valley to the lake below them and all Stan could think that Lav wanted him to see was something out there. It had to be quick, right?

Oh, but it would never be quick, even if they should have exercised greater caution. Maybe Stan knew with the pounding of his heart that things, that night, were changing, that they never again would be the same.

Not that either dragon or gryphon would have ever wanted it to be the same.

Out in the hallway, he could see a little more of Lav, the dragon's scales catching the moonlight, glinting white where the blue and green scales, almost mottled through, reflected its light. He paused, hands brought up before him, fiddling with his fingers, though the little dragon was a full head shorter than him in height. There was no reason for him to be so flustered over seeing him, especially after his rather convincing show of annoyance back in the dorm bedroom.

"Hey... Lav?" He softened his tone, the drake looking up at him, horns tilted, a little bit of a sparkle in his eye, though Stan put that down to the reflected moonlight. "What's going on?"

"I just wanted to spend time with you..." Lav said, ducking his head, a light blush showing through the scales of his cheek, blood flowing to the surface. "Is that so wrong?"

It was a challenge and something that Stan could not help but instantly deny, for he would have spent every second of his time with the dragon if he had had a choice in the matter. Yet he didn't understand why - or, if he did, it was simply that his mind hadn't come to the point of acknowledging it, his attraction to the drake. He'd always been told, by family and friends, that he'd meet a nice gryphoness one day and settle down with her, that everything would be fine and lovely for him and that he would have a great life. And Stan wanted a great life, even if he didn't know quite how that was all going to play out for him.

For, ever since Stan had kissed him, a couple of months back before Christmas, and his blood had sung for the dragon, the gryphon simply had not known what to think. He'd wondered if it was a one-off, a fluke, yet had caught himself spending more and more time with the dragon, studying, sharing lunch together, even hanging out in their respective dorm rooms back at the university, though they were fortunate enough to have private rooms. Only some buildings left on that particular university campus had shared rooms and they were discounted: not something, with loans and grants, they had to worry about.

In their world, Lav gently taking Stan's hand and towing him down the hallway, forgoing the long windows, they were very fortunate. For their attraction was not truly something that they had to hide and Lav most certainly had no intention to, openly gay on campus and chatty about it, though Stan was the more withdrawn type. Studying in the sciences and coming up into the mountains for a field trip had put them together, with nothing more to do in the dead of the night other than to see just what lay there.

Later, Stan would understand why he followed Lav so willingly down the corridor, holding his breath, not wanting to break the moment. It was too much to say anything, barely able to breathe, concentrating on it, easing the tightness from his lungs. Down the hallway and out to a veranda at the end, which seemed to be set up as some sort of indoor viewing area, though the wood rang out underfoot, betraying how it protruded out from the main body of the building. Seats had been set up, comfortable ones and more studious, straight-backed chairs too, some tables, binoculars on stands ready to look out the windows that spanned the entire length. They could have spent the entire night there stargazing and yet still not uncovered all the mysterious above them in the clear, brisk night, on the cusp of spring but not quite there yet.

Lav, however, had no intention of stargazing with the gryphon, tail flicking teasingly against Stan's as the gryphon jumped, blushing hard under his feathers, grateful that feathers hid such a thing a little more than scales. At least with Lav, he could always see when the dragon was blushing, whether it was from infrequent shyness or when he had had a few too many drinks at a party. They didn't hide very much.

Neither did Lav intend to hide much as he gently bore the gryphon, even though Stan was taller than him, back onto a sofa, asking him to sit, a smile on his lips.

"Isn't it about time we addressed...this?" He breathed, tipping forward, his lips a hairsbreadth from Stan's, the gryphon frozen, too warm, under him. "We've been dancing around it, the kiss... I'm your first guy, aren't I?"

Stan swallowed hard, though it did nothing to disengage the lump in his throat that seemed determined to make itself known.

"I'm... Well..."

"That's okay," Lav murmured, letting him find the words, nose brushing the gryphon's beak. "You don't have to know. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. But I wanted you to know..."

The dragon took a breath, straddling Stan's legs lightly where he sat back on the sofa, though not pressed in close enough to restrict him from moving away if he wanted to. The tip of his tail flicked back and forth, settling for resting down against the gryphon's curling, leonine one.

"I wanted you to know that I...want you, I like you," Lav said in a rush, forcing the words out with a laugh and a smile, that adorable, lopsided smile of his. "I didn't want to let this trip pass without... Mmmph?"

Stan took the lead, or his body did, his mind still fried, not really reacting, white noise blaring between his ears. His beak parted, tilting his head, drawing the dragon to him, bumping noses. Yet a bump turned into a kiss easily enough, Lav blushing and moulding his lips softly to the gryphon's beak, needing to do the majority of work from that side, considering the difference in the anatomy of their faces.

Yet Stan didn't have to explain how his heart pounded, how everything was in answer to the dragon, how he wanted it too, even if he didn't, not quite, know what that "want" was either. Yet what he did know was that the dragon's tongue flicking into his beak was met with his own very eager one, curling and flicking curiously up against it, something pulling in the pit of his stomach.

The kiss deepened, Stan's hands finding the dragon of their own accord, pulling him closer, yet it heated up too quickly, frantically, as if their bodies thought that they only had a small amount of time together. And perhaps they did only have some time, for no one could tell just when someone might walk by, whether lecturers and those guiding them on the student trip cared all that much about what they did after hours. Grinding on another guy in a public spot, however, probably wasn't encouraged though...

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