"Baptized," Mal/Jayne for prehistoric_sea, NC-17
Title: Baptized
Author: Alizarin_nyc
Fandom: Firefly
Rating: NC-17-ish
Prompt: “Jealousy” from prehistoric_sea
Notes: So totally unbetaed, plus, I've been forreals editing so it's probably not very well edited either. Feel free to comment with my egregious mistakes and I'll abashedly fix them.
Other fics in this loose "series" are BUSTED and NO EXIT but do not need to be read first. All three are standalones.
The bar was covered in sticky grime. Jayne was having fun pressing his palms on it, then lifting them up and feeling the resistance along with hearing the tiny “squitch” sound it made. He ordered another glass of cirinesset, the most powerful liquor he’d had in many moons. Not that he ever saw most of the moons on any given night, but that was wholly beside the point.
Jayne heard laughter and looked up sharply. His head swam with the sudden movement. Bad idea. He turned around slowly and saw Mal over in the corner. He knew Mal had been there all along, they’d all come in together after all. He just didn’t know Mal had stayed.
He rubbed his mouth where he still felt raw, weeks later, that place where the width of Mal’s cock had stretched him. The bruises on his knees might have healed, but he still felt them. And Mal hadn’t come to him since. He was a stubborn little man, and Jayne had just about had enough. Just about.
He downed the cirinesset in front of him and asked for another. The slow burn of lust was only going to be scorched out of him by too much liquor. If it didn’t make him unbearably horny first.
Mal was laughing in the corner, sitting with Kaylee and Simon and Inara, Inara half-hidden behind a curtain and a hat with a veil so no one would recognize her. She could damage her sterling reputation being in a place like this. Mal leaned in and brushed a curl off Inara’s shoulder. What a cliché move, and Jayne felt his stomach clench at the sight. He’d ignored their little cluster most of the night and now he was so drunk he didn’t care if he was openly staring. Fuck ‘em. He did his work, did Mal’s dirty work, kept ‘em safe, even the Doc and his fucking nutter sister, who still tormented him on a daily.
So fuck ‘em. Mal didn’t need his sexual services, maybe he wanted to go pro, Jayne didn’t care. Jayne did not care.
He most definitely did not.
He was wobbling his way toward the little table with the little curtain and the little mosaicked table top, and the pressed tin cups full of fancy cirinesset. The first thing he did was kick the table over. On purpose? Didn’t care. It was done and Mal was on his feet. Jayne heard Inara’s spluttering laughter as she swiped at her dress - the worst one she owned for this type of place - and Kaylee said, “Jayne! Clumsy oaf.” She’d been hanging Doc-side for way too long.
Fuck ‘em all, all he wanted was Mal. He wanted Mal, and Mal didn’t want Jayne in his presence, couldn’t even be bothered to invite him to sit with them. “Jayne, sit at the bar, keep watch, we don’t want no trouble. Zoe’ll relieve you at midnight,” he'd said. But Zoe never came. Zoe didn’t do much in the way of order-taking these days. Mal got Wash killed and her loyalty was wavering like whore in front of a fistful of dirty bills.
“You got a problem, Jayne?” Mal said. Yeah, he did, but it was funny how large his tongue had swoll up in his head and he couldn’t say nothing.
“Fuck. Fuck. Problem. Fuck.”
“Take this outside?” Mal asked, sensing trouble most likely, though Jayne was reeling and spinning and damn, if cirinisset weren’t loads stronger than even Mudder’s Milk.
“Yeah, yeah, take it out…” Jayne wasn’t sure if he was going to get fucked or get fucked up. Either way, he put his fists up.
"I reckon you're too drunk to know how to behave," Mal said following him to the door. Which made absolutely no sense, but then again, neither did the man himself. "Publically that is. Need a good beatin' keep you at your post. This crew's not taking orders like they used to."
Jayne stumbled out of Mal's swinging range. He fell down a tiny little hill and heard the rolling of little boulders under his boots and back as he scrambled. "Can't beat a man can't catch."
"Can catch you, don't need to do nothin' save whistle," Mal answered, slurring naturally on whistle. Mal was coming after him, his arms out like wings on a plane, but keeping him upright as Jayne rolled and skidded on butt and hands. The light spilling out over the tavern porch was barely enough to see by. The toe of his boot splashed in some water as he hauled himself over and sat up.
"Gorram river," Jayne said, now hearing the rushing of the planet's tributary, and the sound of a mill wheel turning in the distance.
"That's exactly what you need. A good soakin'!" Mal pounced on Jayne before Jayne could so much as blink and shoved him bodily into the water. It was colder than Inara's glare on Sundays. Jayne spluttered and spat, and Mal waded in and grabbed his head and dunked him under. Not nearly enough time for air and holy hell, Mal was strong with the spirits in him, he dunked Jayne a second time before Jayne grabbed hold of his wrist and twisted. Still not enough to bring Mal down with him and Mal got in one more push, shoving Jayne's head under the water until he thought his head would burst and then let him up.
"I solemnly do baptize thee, in the name of the farter, the gun and the holy kitchen sink," Mal attempted to intone as he backpedaled out of the water, slipping like an eel out of Jayne's grasp but wet up to his crotch. "Go forth and fuck with me no more."
Jayne came up out of the shallows with a mighty roar. His head was cleared up some now, yes it was, and now it was Mal's turn to get his. He tackled his captain, still laughing at his own fool joke and laid him flat out on his back on in the dust. "Try to drown me, I outta kill you," Jayne said, and pressed his mouth down on Mal's open one, catching him off guard. He then attempted to drown Mal in his saliva or something, but whatever he was doing, Mal was kinda doing it back and that was making his cold parts a little warmer. He rubbed against Mal to make sure Mal was warm too, and not only was he getting warmer, he was a little ahead of the game.
"Gorramit, I hate you and your fucking ways," Jayne said.
Mal didn't say anything just reached down and stroked Jayne between the legs. "Can tell you do. Better get out of them breeches before you get chafed."
Jayne was up and shucking off his trousers without hesitation. He tossed them into a bush. Mal leaned up on his elbows and laughed. Jayne stripped his shirt too, then knelt down to Mal again, shutting him up with more kissing. Kissing was too good a word for it, actually, it was more like lip-bruising. With the wet shirt under his knees, Jayne carved a space for himself between Mal's thighs and when Mal protested, trying to sit up, he shoved him back. Man on a mission, that's what Jayne was.
He peeled away the fly of Mal's trousers and yanked them down so Mal would feel the hard pebbles bite into his butt and then he spat on his hand and gripped the two of them in his hand, leaning down hard on Mal. Mal was still struggling, man who never bottomed hated to be on the bottom of any situation, but Jayne was nothing if not solid weight. He weighed him down and he pushed against Mal, not fast or nothing, but slow and hot, never letting Mal come up for air; in fact, he set it a goal in his head to breathe in whatever Mal was trying to breathe out.
They humped along like that for a while, everytime Mal thrust up against Jayne over-eager like, Jayne pulled back slightly and gripped both their cocks near the base. Everytime Mal cursed, Jayne swallowed the curse whole. Until there wasn't nowhere else to go, and Jayne was undulating across Mal's body like a snake, pumping between them, swallowing moans instead of curses.
When they came together, Jayne bit down on Mal's shoulder join just to hear him yell and pumped through the hot sticky fluid between them longer than was polite.
"Gonna black out here," Mal said, huffing. "Seein' stars." Jayne rolled off and grabbed up his shirt and pants.
"I do believe I done made a believer outta you," Jayne said. He strolled back to Serenity in his boots and nothing else.
He felt like a new man.
.
Author: Alizarin_nyc
Fandom: Firefly
Rating: NC-17-ish
Prompt: “Jealousy” from prehistoric_sea
Notes: So totally unbetaed, plus, I've been forreals editing so it's probably not very well edited either. Feel free to comment with my egregious mistakes and I'll abashedly fix them.
Other fics in this loose "series" are BUSTED and NO EXIT but do not need to be read first. All three are standalones.
The bar was covered in sticky grime. Jayne was having fun pressing his palms on it, then lifting them up and feeling the resistance along with hearing the tiny “squitch” sound it made. He ordered another glass of cirinesset, the most powerful liquor he’d had in many moons. Not that he ever saw most of the moons on any given night, but that was wholly beside the point.
Jayne heard laughter and looked up sharply. His head swam with the sudden movement. Bad idea. He turned around slowly and saw Mal over in the corner. He knew Mal had been there all along, they’d all come in together after all. He just didn’t know Mal had stayed.
He rubbed his mouth where he still felt raw, weeks later, that place where the width of Mal’s cock had stretched him. The bruises on his knees might have healed, but he still felt them. And Mal hadn’t come to him since. He was a stubborn little man, and Jayne had just about had enough. Just about.
He downed the cirinesset in front of him and asked for another. The slow burn of lust was only going to be scorched out of him by too much liquor. If it didn’t make him unbearably horny first.
Mal was laughing in the corner, sitting with Kaylee and Simon and Inara, Inara half-hidden behind a curtain and a hat with a veil so no one would recognize her. She could damage her sterling reputation being in a place like this. Mal leaned in and brushed a curl off Inara’s shoulder. What a cliché move, and Jayne felt his stomach clench at the sight. He’d ignored their little cluster most of the night and now he was so drunk he didn’t care if he was openly staring. Fuck ‘em. He did his work, did Mal’s dirty work, kept ‘em safe, even the Doc and his fucking nutter sister, who still tormented him on a daily.
So fuck ‘em. Mal didn’t need his sexual services, maybe he wanted to go pro, Jayne didn’t care. Jayne did not care.
He most definitely did not.
He was wobbling his way toward the little table with the little curtain and the little mosaicked table top, and the pressed tin cups full of fancy cirinesset. The first thing he did was kick the table over. On purpose? Didn’t care. It was done and Mal was on his feet. Jayne heard Inara’s spluttering laughter as she swiped at her dress - the worst one she owned for this type of place - and Kaylee said, “Jayne! Clumsy oaf.” She’d been hanging Doc-side for way too long.
Fuck ‘em all, all he wanted was Mal. He wanted Mal, and Mal didn’t want Jayne in his presence, couldn’t even be bothered to invite him to sit with them. “Jayne, sit at the bar, keep watch, we don’t want no trouble. Zoe’ll relieve you at midnight,” he'd said. But Zoe never came. Zoe didn’t do much in the way of order-taking these days. Mal got Wash killed and her loyalty was wavering like whore in front of a fistful of dirty bills.
“You got a problem, Jayne?” Mal said. Yeah, he did, but it was funny how large his tongue had swoll up in his head and he couldn’t say nothing.
“Fuck. Fuck. Problem. Fuck.”
“Take this outside?” Mal asked, sensing trouble most likely, though Jayne was reeling and spinning and damn, if cirinisset weren’t loads stronger than even Mudder’s Milk.
“Yeah, yeah, take it out…” Jayne wasn’t sure if he was going to get fucked or get fucked up. Either way, he put his fists up.
"I reckon you're too drunk to know how to behave," Mal said following him to the door. Which made absolutely no sense, but then again, neither did the man himself. "Publically that is. Need a good beatin' keep you at your post. This crew's not taking orders like they used to."
Jayne stumbled out of Mal's swinging range. He fell down a tiny little hill and heard the rolling of little boulders under his boots and back as he scrambled. "Can't beat a man can't catch."
"Can catch you, don't need to do nothin' save whistle," Mal answered, slurring naturally on whistle. Mal was coming after him, his arms out like wings on a plane, but keeping him upright as Jayne rolled and skidded on butt and hands. The light spilling out over the tavern porch was barely enough to see by. The toe of his boot splashed in some water as he hauled himself over and sat up.
"Gorram river," Jayne said, now hearing the rushing of the planet's tributary, and the sound of a mill wheel turning in the distance.
"That's exactly what you need. A good soakin'!" Mal pounced on Jayne before Jayne could so much as blink and shoved him bodily into the water. It was colder than Inara's glare on Sundays. Jayne spluttered and spat, and Mal waded in and grabbed his head and dunked him under. Not nearly enough time for air and holy hell, Mal was strong with the spirits in him, he dunked Jayne a second time before Jayne grabbed hold of his wrist and twisted. Still not enough to bring Mal down with him and Mal got in one more push, shoving Jayne's head under the water until he thought his head would burst and then let him up.
"I solemnly do baptize thee, in the name of the farter, the gun and the holy kitchen sink," Mal attempted to intone as he backpedaled out of the water, slipping like an eel out of Jayne's grasp but wet up to his crotch. "Go forth and fuck with me no more."
Jayne came up out of the shallows with a mighty roar. His head was cleared up some now, yes it was, and now it was Mal's turn to get his. He tackled his captain, still laughing at his own fool joke and laid him flat out on his back on in the dust. "Try to drown me, I outta kill you," Jayne said, and pressed his mouth down on Mal's open one, catching him off guard. He then attempted to drown Mal in his saliva or something, but whatever he was doing, Mal was kinda doing it back and that was making his cold parts a little warmer. He rubbed against Mal to make sure Mal was warm too, and not only was he getting warmer, he was a little ahead of the game.
"Gorramit, I hate you and your fucking ways," Jayne said.
Mal didn't say anything just reached down and stroked Jayne between the legs. "Can tell you do. Better get out of them breeches before you get chafed."
Jayne was up and shucking off his trousers without hesitation. He tossed them into a bush. Mal leaned up on his elbows and laughed. Jayne stripped his shirt too, then knelt down to Mal again, shutting him up with more kissing. Kissing was too good a word for it, actually, it was more like lip-bruising. With the wet shirt under his knees, Jayne carved a space for himself between Mal's thighs and when Mal protested, trying to sit up, he shoved him back. Man on a mission, that's what Jayne was.
He peeled away the fly of Mal's trousers and yanked them down so Mal would feel the hard pebbles bite into his butt and then he spat on his hand and gripped the two of them in his hand, leaning down hard on Mal. Mal was still struggling, man who never bottomed hated to be on the bottom of any situation, but Jayne was nothing if not solid weight. He weighed him down and he pushed against Mal, not fast or nothing, but slow and hot, never letting Mal come up for air; in fact, he set it a goal in his head to breathe in whatever Mal was trying to breathe out.
They humped along like that for a while, everytime Mal thrust up against Jayne over-eager like, Jayne pulled back slightly and gripped both their cocks near the base. Everytime Mal cursed, Jayne swallowed the curse whole. Until there wasn't nowhere else to go, and Jayne was undulating across Mal's body like a snake, pumping between them, swallowing moans instead of curses.
When they came together, Jayne bit down on Mal's shoulder join just to hear him yell and pumped through the hot sticky fluid between them longer than was polite.
"Gonna black out here," Mal said, huffing. "Seein' stars." Jayne rolled off and grabbed up his shirt and pants.
"I do believe I done made a believer outta you," Jayne said. He strolled back to Serenity in his boots and nothing else.
He felt like a new man.
.