Fic: Time And Space (Firefly/AtS crossover)
Continued from here.
Simon’s eyes closed and the image of Mal and Wes fell over the blackness. His chest ached, but he was here for Angel. Just Angel. Angel didn’t need someone else looking for solace. He needed to help Angel. So that he could help Wes. If Angel got off this boat, it would be hell. Or really close to it. They’d all reached an equilibrium with Wes and Angel on the boat. It felt like home with them there. They all looked after each other’s weak spots. And without Angel, Wes would be more than a weak spot. He’d disappear.
- - -
Wes’s arms snaked around Mal’s back and held him to his chest. He didn’t want Mal to try to get out of this. He knew he didn’t want to, but Wesley needed to feel. He needed to hurt Angel. And if a kiss had been enough to make him physically hurt Wes, then Wes touching Mal wasn’t going to make things any easier for Angel. He wanted to see his pain. Wanted to know that something hurt him. Because things that weren’t supposed to hurt, did. Mal’s kiss, Connor and Wesley couldn’t seem to make the distinction. Now he had a hypothesis to test.
“Mal.”
Wesley’s mouth skittered over Mal’s. It must have been the hesitation that made Mal pull back.
“Don’t do this, Wesley.” Mal’s hands tried to pull Wesley’s arms away, but Wesley was all over him, unwilling to be rejected by a third man.
“Mal, I want to.”
“No, you don’t. You’re tryna get back at Angel.” Mal’s hands, those hands that made Wesley hurt inside, finally connected with Wesley’s wrists and tugged them off of him.
“We can fix this. It’s my boat, and I’m not going to let my crew mess each other up. You just let me handle it, Wes.” Mal smiled, and Wesley wanted to believe that smile, but he couldn’t. He didn’t want Mal to talk Angel into coming back to him. He was tired, and he felt like the boy no one wanted all over again.
“Mal, please...”
“Trust me. I’ve got this one, Wes. You just relax.”
All the fight drained out of Wesley. It wasn’t so hard to believe that Angel didn’t want him. They’d spent years doing a dance. If Angel had, surely he would have done something. Simon too had been icing on the cake, and now Mal... he couldn’t do this anymore. He sunk back on the thin mattress and stared at the ceiling.
“Fine. Thank you, Mal.” Wesley’s voice was monotone, and he didn’t see the worried look Mal gave him as he scrambled up the ladder to smarten Angel up.
Wesley shuddered finally when his hatch closed, and fell into a fitful sleep, too tired and stubborn to cry any more tears.
- - -
Simon only heard Wesley’s plea and stilled. His heart sunk. Mal was still in Wesley’s bunk? Was he... No., surely not. Mal wouldn’t consciously hurt Angel like this would he? Simon stepped back behind one of the ships ribs to get himself out of sight when he heard Mal climbing up Wesley’s ladder.
“Simon?” Damn.
“Uhh, yeah, Mal?”
“What’s going on?”
“I was just...”
Mal seemed to know exactly what Simon was ‘just...’ as he smirked and said, “Go check on Wes, he doesn’t seem all there at the moment. Could probably use a friendly face when he wakes up.” Mal brushed a hand over Simon’s face and smiled before moving away.
Mal turned his back, and called over his shoulder. “Don’t worry, Simon, he’s still yours. Things never go smooth. I don’t know why this should.”
- - -
Simon loitered in the hallway for a few minutes to make sure Wes would be asleep, and then opened the hatch and went down.
Wesley was moaning, and at first Simon was worried something had happened to him, but then Wes turned and Simon realized what the problem was.
Simon didn’t want to wake him, but he thought Wes could use the relief, so he quietly skated to the bed, curled up behind Wesley, and snuck a hand under the covers to softly stroke Wesley’s erection, whispering sweet, soft, dirty things in his ear.
- - -
“Make me come, Mal.”
He needed Mal to use him, show him that someone gave a damn. He wasn’t exaggerating about Angel. Angel didn’t want him. He knew Wes loved him and that still wasn’t enough for the vampire. A pillow to the face, years on years of being frozen wasn’t enough. What more did Wesley have to sacrifice to get someone to love him? He wanted to feel someone around him, and if this was as close to Angel as he could get, then he wanted it. Now. He shove his hips harder against Mal’s urging him to be rough and quick.
- - -
Simon’s hand froze when Wesley moaned Mal’s name. The world spun and he couldn’t believe this was happening again. Apparently not even Angel was enough for Wes, he had to have Mal too.
- - -
But then it was Angel beneath him, and the body surrounding his cock just took his brutal strokes, groaning, and softly crying, still as stone.
“That’s right Angel, ignore me like you always have. Pretend I’m not even here. Everyone else does.”
- - -
Simon cleared his throat and tried to stop the whimpers coming out of his throat as Wes thrust violently against Simon’s fist. Wes’s body was heated and getting hotter. Simon was able to push his own troubles aside for a moment when he thought Wes might becoming sick. Then he heard Angel’s name and a bitter tone hiding behind Wes’s sleepy talking. What was going on? Wes’s hips snapped furiously into Simon’s grip, and all Simon could think of was to stop this dream before Wes got hurt. His fingers circled Wesley’s balls, stroking gently, and then squeezed his cock hard, thumb rubbing roughly over the sensitive tip. “Come for me, Wesley,” Simon whispered into the shell of Wesley’s ear and licking a soft line from his throat to Wes’s ear. That always did it. And now that Simon knew about Angel, Simon knew why.
- - -
Wes could feel the tears start to bubble up again. Angel was just so still, but he still managed to make Wesley’s desire ratchet up a few notches. This wasn’t fair. He had something good before all of this happened. He’d had Simon. It had been nice. Angel’d had Mal. If only they could go back. Back when things were simple, and he could wake curled up in Simon’s arms. Simon’s arms. The faint smell of ointment and antibiotics caught in his nose and he felt instead of Angel’s cool ass, Simon’s warm hand, working him like he always did when Simon woke before Wes and felt Wes’s morning erection poking at him. Wesley sighed happily, finally feeling the safety he craved as his orgasm flooded through him, and his hips jerked involuntarily into Simon’s sure hand.
“Simon,” Wes whispered breathily.
- - -
It was Simon who hid his face in the back of Wesley neck trying to hold back tears when he heard Wes whisper his name at the last moment. Wes knew who was with him. It made Simon’s heart swell, and he didn’t know how he would ever be able to let Angel have this. Have Wesley.
Simon’s eyes closed and the image of Mal and Wes fell over the blackness. His chest ached, but he was here for Angel. Just Angel. Angel didn’t need someone else looking for solace. He needed to help Angel. So that he could help Wes. If Angel got off this boat, it would be hell. Or really close to it. They’d all reached an equilibrium with Wes and Angel on the boat. It felt like home with them there. They all looked after each other’s weak spots. And without Angel, Wes would be more than a weak spot. He’d disappear.
- - -
Wes’s arms snaked around Mal’s back and held him to his chest. He didn’t want Mal to try to get out of this. He knew he didn’t want to, but Wesley needed to feel. He needed to hurt Angel. And if a kiss had been enough to make him physically hurt Wes, then Wes touching Mal wasn’t going to make things any easier for Angel. He wanted to see his pain. Wanted to know that something hurt him. Because things that weren’t supposed to hurt, did. Mal’s kiss, Connor and Wesley couldn’t seem to make the distinction. Now he had a hypothesis to test.
“Mal.”
Wesley’s mouth skittered over Mal’s. It must have been the hesitation that made Mal pull back.
“Don’t do this, Wesley.” Mal’s hands tried to pull Wesley’s arms away, but Wesley was all over him, unwilling to be rejected by a third man.
“Mal, I want to.”
“No, you don’t. You’re tryna get back at Angel.” Mal’s hands, those hands that made Wesley hurt inside, finally connected with Wesley’s wrists and tugged them off of him.
“We can fix this. It’s my boat, and I’m not going to let my crew mess each other up. You just let me handle it, Wes.” Mal smiled, and Wesley wanted to believe that smile, but he couldn’t. He didn’t want Mal to talk Angel into coming back to him. He was tired, and he felt like the boy no one wanted all over again.
“Mal, please...”
“Trust me. I’ve got this one, Wes. You just relax.”
All the fight drained out of Wesley. It wasn’t so hard to believe that Angel didn’t want him. They’d spent years doing a dance. If Angel had, surely he would have done something. Simon too had been icing on the cake, and now Mal... he couldn’t do this anymore. He sunk back on the thin mattress and stared at the ceiling.
“Fine. Thank you, Mal.” Wesley’s voice was monotone, and he didn’t see the worried look Mal gave him as he scrambled up the ladder to smarten Angel up.
Wesley shuddered finally when his hatch closed, and fell into a fitful sleep, too tired and stubborn to cry any more tears.
- - -
Simon only heard Wesley’s plea and stilled. His heart sunk. Mal was still in Wesley’s bunk? Was he... No., surely not. Mal wouldn’t consciously hurt Angel like this would he? Simon stepped back behind one of the ships ribs to get himself out of sight when he heard Mal climbing up Wesley’s ladder.
“Simon?” Damn.
“Uhh, yeah, Mal?”
“What’s going on?”
“I was just...”
Mal seemed to know exactly what Simon was ‘just...’ as he smirked and said, “Go check on Wes, he doesn’t seem all there at the moment. Could probably use a friendly face when he wakes up.” Mal brushed a hand over Simon’s face and smiled before moving away.
Mal turned his back, and called over his shoulder. “Don’t worry, Simon, he’s still yours. Things never go smooth. I don’t know why this should.”
- - -
Simon loitered in the hallway for a few minutes to make sure Wes would be asleep, and then opened the hatch and went down.
Wesley was moaning, and at first Simon was worried something had happened to him, but then Wes turned and Simon realized what the problem was.
Simon didn’t want to wake him, but he thought Wes could use the relief, so he quietly skated to the bed, curled up behind Wesley, and snuck a hand under the covers to softly stroke Wesley’s erection, whispering sweet, soft, dirty things in his ear.
- - -
“Make me come, Mal.”
He needed Mal to use him, show him that someone gave a damn. He wasn’t exaggerating about Angel. Angel didn’t want him. He knew Wes loved him and that still wasn’t enough for the vampire. A pillow to the face, years on years of being frozen wasn’t enough. What more did Wesley have to sacrifice to get someone to love him? He wanted to feel someone around him, and if this was as close to Angel as he could get, then he wanted it. Now. He shove his hips harder against Mal’s urging him to be rough and quick.
- - -
Simon’s hand froze when Wesley moaned Mal’s name. The world spun and he couldn’t believe this was happening again. Apparently not even Angel was enough for Wes, he had to have Mal too.
- - -
But then it was Angel beneath him, and the body surrounding his cock just took his brutal strokes, groaning, and softly crying, still as stone.
“That’s right Angel, ignore me like you always have. Pretend I’m not even here. Everyone else does.”
- - -
Simon cleared his throat and tried to stop the whimpers coming out of his throat as Wes thrust violently against Simon’s fist. Wes’s body was heated and getting hotter. Simon was able to push his own troubles aside for a moment when he thought Wes might becoming sick. Then he heard Angel’s name and a bitter tone hiding behind Wes’s sleepy talking. What was going on? Wes’s hips snapped furiously into Simon’s grip, and all Simon could think of was to stop this dream before Wes got hurt. His fingers circled Wesley’s balls, stroking gently, and then squeezed his cock hard, thumb rubbing roughly over the sensitive tip. “Come for me, Wesley,” Simon whispered into the shell of Wesley’s ear and licking a soft line from his throat to Wes’s ear. That always did it. And now that Simon knew about Angel, Simon knew why.
- - -
Wes could feel the tears start to bubble up again. Angel was just so still, but he still managed to make Wesley’s desire ratchet up a few notches. This wasn’t fair. He had something good before all of this happened. He’d had Simon. It had been nice. Angel’d had Mal. If only they could go back. Back when things were simple, and he could wake curled up in Simon’s arms. Simon’s arms. The faint smell of ointment and antibiotics caught in his nose and he felt instead of Angel’s cool ass, Simon’s warm hand, working him like he always did when Simon woke before Wes and felt Wes’s morning erection poking at him. Wesley sighed happily, finally feeling the safety he craved as his orgasm flooded through him, and his hips jerked involuntarily into Simon’s sure hand.
“Simon,” Wes whispered breathily.
- - -
It was Simon who hid his face in the back of Wesley neck trying to hold back tears when he heard Wes whisper his name at the last moment. Wes knew who was with him. It made Simon’s heart swell, and he didn’t know how he would ever be able to let Angel have this. Have Wesley.