Firefly fic! Mal/Simon, Mal/Angel
Hopefully, this isn't too incongruous. It's been sitting, and possibly getting stale. Other parts found here.
Off Course
“Gorrammit. Zigged when I should’ve zagged. Where the hell is Wash?!” Mal’s muttering trailed off in curses, in spite of Simon’s unusual presence on deck. Serenity may be his ship, but Wash certainly knew which buttons to push to make her sing and glide rather than holler and lurch. Simon, on the other hand did nothing to make her run more smoothly, especially when he stared at Mal like that.
“Didn’t I tell you to stay the hell off the bridge?”
“You sounded like you could use a hand. I’m on your crew, right?” After that night in the infirmary, Simon was intent on repaying what he owed the Captain.
Mal’s face contorted, more from having his words thrown logically back in his face than the struggle he was having with Serenity.
“Keep those gorram looks to yourself. I don’t need a googly-eyed school boy up here distracting me.”
Simon’s mouth opened. Mal had noticed? Wait, distracting me. “I... distract you?” Simon thought he would freeze in his tracks if Mal ever confronted him about his “feelings.” But instead, he was gripping the back of Mal’s chair and grazing his hand along the back of Mal’s shoulders.
“That’s- That’s not what I- I meant- Wash pry yourself away from your wife and get the rutting hell up to the bridge!” The captain’s voice was panicked as Serenity took a dive towards the incoming planet...among other things.
- - -
“Let’s get that vest off.” Mal’s hands were snug against Simon’s chest, fingers popping the buttons rapidly, and rubbing along the fine material of Simon’s shirt.
“And these suspenders.” Simon breathed, reaching around Mal’s waist, fingers searching for the buttons at Mal’s waist, “inadvertently” pulling Mal closer.
“We didn’t do this before because?” Their mouths were tangled and ragged against each other, Simon barely able to mouth out his tease. All thoughts of Wes were firmly shoved to the dark lonely corner of his brain as he reveled in finally touching Mal like this.
He slid his hands up Mal’s back following the straps and pulled them down Mal’s shoulders, trapping his arms for a minute. Taking advantage of Mal’s bondage, Simon kissed him, his hands holding Mal’s jaw and neck, thumbs scratching on the stubble. His tongue was inquisitive, questing, roving, pillaging. Simon pulled away to breath, and Mal had somehow gotten his way out of his own suspenders, letting them fall slack against his thighs. His hands were back at Simon’s shirtfront, teasing open the buttons, rubbing his fingertips along the rim of the wifebeater underneath Simon’s tailored dress shirt. There was something about the plain undershirt hidden beneath all those layers of frippery that made heat flare in Mal’s gut.
“You looked too good.” Mal hissed out as Simon followed the curve of Mal’s suspenders to the curve of his ass, and melded their hips together. He kept Wes out of his explanation, remembering the pallor of the boy’s skin that night in the infirmary. This was just the two of them. Here. Now.
Simon smiled against Mal’s neck, “I was too good-looking?” That sounded ridiculous even for the captain. Simon’s hands spread across Mal’s backside, clutching every inch and pressed his hips firmly against Mal’s looking for more friction.
Mal had shoved Simon’s shirt off, leaving Simon in the undershirt, paused for a moment, enjoying the sight in his arms, and shoved Simon back on the bed, knee between his thighs and towering over him. “No, pretty boy, you looked too good, too nice, too proper to be gettin’ involved with a soldier like me.” Mal drawled out the word involved while his hands pulled down the zipper on Simon’s trousers equally slowing, his fingers skimming on every inch of the erection straining towards him.
“Tianna, Simon, you look so good. So good, I want to fuck you right now.”
Simon’s hips bucked against Mal’s hand and he groaned. And then the door did. And there was Angel walking in just as you please.
“Oh. Sorry. I just wanted a book.” Angel’s voice wasn’t at all embarrassed, but he didn’t look at the two men either. Just rummaged for his book, and ignored the two of them and the position they were in. “Good to see you, Simon.” And he was gone.
Damn if that didn’t ruin the mood. A flurry of Chinese was coming out of Mal’s mouth as he got off the bed and pulled his clothing together.
“Mal?” Simon’s eyes were confused, but he didn’t press Mal.
“Gotta go tame me a bear. Sorry, Doc. Maybe another day.”
- - -
“Angel, what the gorram hell was that? You needed a book?! You ain’t foolin’ me vampire. That hearing of yours would have known what was going on halfway ‘cross this ship. Don’t tell me that was an accident.”
Mal had cornered Angel, calmly reading in the common area. Mal’s glare was enough to make Angel shift a little, but he continued to read.
“Did you need something, Mal? Simon not enough for you, you needed an extra hand?” Angel’s retort was calm and without a hint of the malice that it should have had.
“Don’t play with me, boy. I’ve told you before, and I’ll tell you again, I don’t play games. I ain’t got time for scorned bed partners.” Mal was leaning over Angel, hands braced on the arms of his chair, face only a foot from Angel’s.
“Well then you’ve changed bed partners. I must have missed the memo. No problem there.”
Mal was gritting his teeth now. “Fine. Like I said, I ain’t got time for this.” Mal looked like he was getting up to leave, and then he smacked Angel hard in the jaw with his fist.
Angel winced, but he stood up to loom in Mal’s space which was exactly what Mal had wanted. “I really don’t think you should be going around punching, your so-called scorned bed partners.” Angel stepped in closer, his face a glower. “Especially when they’re a lot stronger than you.”
“Fine, hit me Angel. If it makes you feel better.”
Angel clenched his fists at his side. “No, I’m good. Thanks, for the offer.”
“That won’t make you feel better? Well, maybe this will.” Mal grabbed Angel’s neck and kissed him tongue digging in deep. Angel’s hands were fast to Mal’s hips and tightened hard enough there would be bruises later. Mal let go, but Angel didn’t.
“What is it? You can go around pining after Wesley and I have to put up with it, but I can’t be lookin’ at Simon, much less touching him if things happen to work out that way? Like you said, things have happened long before you got on this boat. They ain’t disappeared either. I don’t really think I have to spell this out for you.”
“No, pretty obvious. You want Simon.” Angel’s head was down, examining the place where his hands met Mal’s waist.
“No, I want you...and I want Simon.” Mal didn’t want to see what Angel was going to do next.
Mal hadn’t told Angel that he had seen him with Wesley and he wasn’t about to. Things got stirred up enough with out adding fuel to the flames.
Angel bent his head to kiss Mal. Well, that was a good sign. “I don’t share well.”
“No, kidding?” Mal’s eyes danced. “Well, maybe you can join us sometime...if you and Simon want. If Wes can let me borrow either of you.” Mal cleared his throat. That wasn’t something he intended to say. “I should really-“
“Yeah, you should. Really shouldn’t leave your boy in the middle like that.” Angel smirked. “Waiting to be fucked by you is no small feat of patience,” Angel whispered into Mal’s ear. Slowly he released Mal’s hips and smiled at him as Mal left the room.
“Yeah,” Mal gave that half-smile where he wanted to smile big, but was trying to tamp it down. “I should get on that.”
Off Course
“Gorrammit. Zigged when I should’ve zagged. Where the hell is Wash?!” Mal’s muttering trailed off in curses, in spite of Simon’s unusual presence on deck. Serenity may be his ship, but Wash certainly knew which buttons to push to make her sing and glide rather than holler and lurch. Simon, on the other hand did nothing to make her run more smoothly, especially when he stared at Mal like that.
“Didn’t I tell you to stay the hell off the bridge?”
“You sounded like you could use a hand. I’m on your crew, right?” After that night in the infirmary, Simon was intent on repaying what he owed the Captain.
Mal’s face contorted, more from having his words thrown logically back in his face than the struggle he was having with Serenity.
“Keep those gorram looks to yourself. I don’t need a googly-eyed school boy up here distracting me.”
Simon’s mouth opened. Mal had noticed? Wait, distracting me. “I... distract you?” Simon thought he would freeze in his tracks if Mal ever confronted him about his “feelings.” But instead, he was gripping the back of Mal’s chair and grazing his hand along the back of Mal’s shoulders.
“That’s- That’s not what I- I meant- Wash pry yourself away from your wife and get the rutting hell up to the bridge!” The captain’s voice was panicked as Serenity took a dive towards the incoming planet...among other things.
- - -
“Let’s get that vest off.” Mal’s hands were snug against Simon’s chest, fingers popping the buttons rapidly, and rubbing along the fine material of Simon’s shirt.
“And these suspenders.” Simon breathed, reaching around Mal’s waist, fingers searching for the buttons at Mal’s waist, “inadvertently” pulling Mal closer.
“We didn’t do this before because?” Their mouths were tangled and ragged against each other, Simon barely able to mouth out his tease. All thoughts of Wes were firmly shoved to the dark lonely corner of his brain as he reveled in finally touching Mal like this.
He slid his hands up Mal’s back following the straps and pulled them down Mal’s shoulders, trapping his arms for a minute. Taking advantage of Mal’s bondage, Simon kissed him, his hands holding Mal’s jaw and neck, thumbs scratching on the stubble. His tongue was inquisitive, questing, roving, pillaging. Simon pulled away to breath, and Mal had somehow gotten his way out of his own suspenders, letting them fall slack against his thighs. His hands were back at Simon’s shirtfront, teasing open the buttons, rubbing his fingertips along the rim of the wifebeater underneath Simon’s tailored dress shirt. There was something about the plain undershirt hidden beneath all those layers of frippery that made heat flare in Mal’s gut.
“You looked too good.” Mal hissed out as Simon followed the curve of Mal’s suspenders to the curve of his ass, and melded their hips together. He kept Wes out of his explanation, remembering the pallor of the boy’s skin that night in the infirmary. This was just the two of them. Here. Now.
Simon smiled against Mal’s neck, “I was too good-looking?” That sounded ridiculous even for the captain. Simon’s hands spread across Mal’s backside, clutching every inch and pressed his hips firmly against Mal’s looking for more friction.
Mal had shoved Simon’s shirt off, leaving Simon in the undershirt, paused for a moment, enjoying the sight in his arms, and shoved Simon back on the bed, knee between his thighs and towering over him. “No, pretty boy, you looked too good, too nice, too proper to be gettin’ involved with a soldier like me.” Mal drawled out the word involved while his hands pulled down the zipper on Simon’s trousers equally slowing, his fingers skimming on every inch of the erection straining towards him.
“Tianna, Simon, you look so good. So good, I want to fuck you right now.”
Simon’s hips bucked against Mal’s hand and he groaned. And then the door did. And there was Angel walking in just as you please.
“Oh. Sorry. I just wanted a book.” Angel’s voice wasn’t at all embarrassed, but he didn’t look at the two men either. Just rummaged for his book, and ignored the two of them and the position they were in. “Good to see you, Simon.” And he was gone.
Damn if that didn’t ruin the mood. A flurry of Chinese was coming out of Mal’s mouth as he got off the bed and pulled his clothing together.
“Mal?” Simon’s eyes were confused, but he didn’t press Mal.
“Gotta go tame me a bear. Sorry, Doc. Maybe another day.”
- - -
“Angel, what the gorram hell was that? You needed a book?! You ain’t foolin’ me vampire. That hearing of yours would have known what was going on halfway ‘cross this ship. Don’t tell me that was an accident.”
Mal had cornered Angel, calmly reading in the common area. Mal’s glare was enough to make Angel shift a little, but he continued to read.
“Did you need something, Mal? Simon not enough for you, you needed an extra hand?” Angel’s retort was calm and without a hint of the malice that it should have had.
“Don’t play with me, boy. I’ve told you before, and I’ll tell you again, I don’t play games. I ain’t got time for scorned bed partners.” Mal was leaning over Angel, hands braced on the arms of his chair, face only a foot from Angel’s.
“Well then you’ve changed bed partners. I must have missed the memo. No problem there.”
Mal was gritting his teeth now. “Fine. Like I said, I ain’t got time for this.” Mal looked like he was getting up to leave, and then he smacked Angel hard in the jaw with his fist.
Angel winced, but he stood up to loom in Mal’s space which was exactly what Mal had wanted. “I really don’t think you should be going around punching, your so-called scorned bed partners.” Angel stepped in closer, his face a glower. “Especially when they’re a lot stronger than you.”
“Fine, hit me Angel. If it makes you feel better.”
Angel clenched his fists at his side. “No, I’m good. Thanks, for the offer.”
“That won’t make you feel better? Well, maybe this will.” Mal grabbed Angel’s neck and kissed him tongue digging in deep. Angel’s hands were fast to Mal’s hips and tightened hard enough there would be bruises later. Mal let go, but Angel didn’t.
“What is it? You can go around pining after Wesley and I have to put up with it, but I can’t be lookin’ at Simon, much less touching him if things happen to work out that way? Like you said, things have happened long before you got on this boat. They ain’t disappeared either. I don’t really think I have to spell this out for you.”
“No, pretty obvious. You want Simon.” Angel’s head was down, examining the place where his hands met Mal’s waist.
“No, I want you...and I want Simon.” Mal didn’t want to see what Angel was going to do next.
Mal hadn’t told Angel that he had seen him with Wesley and he wasn’t about to. Things got stirred up enough with out adding fuel to the flames.
Angel bent his head to kiss Mal. Well, that was a good sign. “I don’t share well.”
“No, kidding?” Mal’s eyes danced. “Well, maybe you can join us sometime...if you and Simon want. If Wes can let me borrow either of you.” Mal cleared his throat. That wasn’t something he intended to say. “I should really-“
“Yeah, you should. Really shouldn’t leave your boy in the middle like that.” Angel smirked. “Waiting to be fucked by you is no small feat of patience,” Angel whispered into Mal’s ear. Slowly he released Mal’s hips and smiled at him as Mal left the room.
“Yeah,” Mal gave that half-smile where he wanted to smile big, but was trying to tamp it down. “I should get on that.”