Unsettling by recrudescence, Commentary by little_missmimi
Title: Unsettling
Author: recrudescence
Fandom: Firefly
Commentator: little_missmimi
Pairing: Simon/Jayne
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don’t own ’em, making no profit off ’em, etc.
Word Count: 768
Summary: So when Mal tells them to go off and settle things, get a drink, get their issues worked out, whatever it takes, Jayne orders Simon a glass of milk just to be spiteful.
Notes: Prompt: child
First off, I love Jayne/Simon. Actually, there are only a few pairings in this fandom that I don’t like. In any case, Yvi always manages to write everyone beautifully and believably. And we’ve talked about Simon and his sexuality a few times as well. Her thing is, “SIMON IS GAY!” (except when he’s sleeping with his sister). Which, okay, is pretty accurate, although I do love me some Simon/Kaylee and Simon/Inara. I’d actually love it if she wrote Simon/Kaylee, because I suspect it would be amazing (as is everything else she writes), but I’m not going to look a porn horse in the mouth. And...I’m fangirling. Let’s just get to discussing the actual fic, because that is the point of what I’m doing here.
Jayne doesn’t think any higher of Simon than Simon does of him. Their medic functions like a baby when he isn’t doctoring: fumbling along, falling over half the time. He’s so socially inept. And he seems like he’d trip a lot, especially due to the instability of the environment. And possibly drop non-medically-related things. Cups and such. So when Mal tells them to go off and settle things, get a drink, get their issues worked out, whatever it takes, Jayne orders Simon a glass of milk just to be spiteful. Jayne probably also doesn’t want to waste his share of the money on getting a real drink for Simon.
Simon accepts it anyway, infuriatingly unruffled, and now Jayne’s stuck at a table with a prissy, milk-drinking boy. I love how Simon gets so worked up over the littlest things, but not here. Maybe the milk calms him or something. Reflects badly on a man, things like that. Simon stands out enough and now he doesn’t even argue a little bit when he doesn’t get a real drink?
Those lily-limp fingers go tapping on the table, somehow even more annoying than Simon’s voice. Such a wonderful description of Simon’s hand. It just rolls right off the tongue. “Keep that up, I’ll be tempted to break every bone in your hand,” Jayne says conversationally.
He stops, but that dark head tilts at him, graceful as a Companion’s, and Simon just has to answer back. “Do you know how many bones there are in the human hand?” Such a Simon response. And I love how he’s not so intimidated by Jayne once he has his milk. It has special powers. :)
This is just the kind of thing that riles him up, all the fussy-fancy book learning the doc throws around like it’s supposed to mean something. Because to Jayne, a real education is apparently a bad thing. “When the hell would you need to know that? What kinda ammo d’you need for a Proteus 5, hm? Get some real learning, then we’ll talk.” All you really need to know in the world, right? Guns (and women).
Simon probably snips at him, but girls are dancing and Jayne ignores everything else as he eyes them reflexively. Like I said. Guns and women. He’s seen better, but transparent skirts tend to demand attention no matter who’s in them. It doesn’t matter who sexes him as long as she’s reasonably attractive. Jayne takes what he can get. “If you buy me a whore to somehow prove your point, I’ll, uh, be very unappreciative,” Simon mutters.
Jayne grunts. “Like I’d waste more of my coin on you.” Though while they’re on the subject, “So, is it just whores or women altogether?” If he hasn’t slept with Kaylee by now, something just ain’t right.
Simon stares, milk-mustached. Adorable. “I gotta buy you another drink to get that answer?”
“That’s right, ply me with milk and I’ll tell you anything.” Simon studies his glass, recovering his usual dignity like the poncy thing he is. I had to look up what “poncy” means, and I guess it’s British slang to insult a man who acts in a “manner typical of homosexual men.” Which, in reference to Simon, is fairly true. “It’s actually good. Very fresh. You’d probably have spent less on something alcoholic.” That makes my previous comment about the milk being cheaper false.
Jayne scowls. “Ain’t no wonder you haven’t got any trim. Do it myself if you wasn’t…” He drains his glass and hopes the look on his face says enough.
Evidently not. “If I wasn’t what, Jayne?” Simon’s eyebrows are high and his mouth is twitching in a way Jayne doesn’t altogether like. “Inept with firearms? Male? A Sagittarius? What?” I love that gun-handling-skills come before gender.
“A kid,” Jayne snorts derisively. And I love his explanation. It threads back to the prompt so well that I had to reread it (for like the fifth time) to really pick up on it. I knew it was there, I just didn’t realize it.
At first he thinks it’s a good answer, since it shuts Simon up for a whole three seconds. But then Jayne’s got some odd new sensations to deal with. In addition to the silence there’s a soft hand on his face and the sweet taste of milk in his mouth, which can only mean one thing. He just can’t put the facts together, it’s so damn unexpected. I love the kiss. I love the description, and I love the fact that it was described without using the word “kiss”.
“That,” Simon tells him demurely, “is not a very good reason.” He’s such a rationalizer.
So maybe he’s growing up, a little at a time. All groomed and precise, he’s proper enough to be a lady.
A room costs more than a whore, but Jayne gets one anyway and Simon doesn’t do a damn thing but smile and follow him. At least he doesn’t have to pay for a room and a whore.
Once there aren’t any clothes in the way, he pins his arms at the elbow and pushes his legs apart with his thighs, ducks down and nips over all that unmarked skin until the doc’s arching off the mattress, thighs straining wide and his cock flushed and hard. Then Simon squirms up, goes to straddling Jayne’s lap so the tip of his cock pressed up against that hot-clenching opening of that too-clean, too-pale body and he’s wishing he’d thought to bring slick with him. Like he’d had any way of knowing. The only thing I really have to say is that this is incredibly hot. I love the contrast between them: Simon’s pale and perfect and smallish; Jayne’s large, muscled, and tan. They’d look great all tangled together. And “slick” is totally the type of word they would use (or at least Jayne would) if there was any canon gay sex.
Hell, he’ll make do. He’s got both hands on Simon’s ass, so he smacks it, which makes Simon glare indignantly, but also makes his cock leak and his face redden. Jayne smirks, does it again. Love this. Jayne’s surprisingly sweet to the whore in “Heart of Gold”, but Simon’s a guy, and I wouldn’t be surprised at all if he (Jayne) is into getting a little rough, dirty, and/or kinky. I generally imagine what’s going on as I write/read it, and Simon sitting on Jayne as he gets all pissy is pretty epic.
Somehow, one of his heels gets settled in the notch of Simon’s shoulder, a finger gets drawn out of the doc’s smug mouth and pressed up into him, doing things that have him cursing a blue streak and wrenching the blankets in his fists. Simon comes in a hot streak against the back of his thigh, gasping near-silently and sinking down on top of him with nothing but satisfaction on his face. Not bad. Love the use of “streak” here. I can’t quite put my finger on why, though.
“If I’d known gettin’ you laid was the best way to go about this-”
“Shut up,” Simon suggests, poking him. Jayne doesn’t even mind it that much. Least he’ll be able to say they’ve settled things. Today.
Yvi has the best endings. <3 Also, I wanted to talk about the title for a minute, but doing so at the beginning would ruin it. It fits really well, and aside from fangirling about how awesome her titles always are, that’s pretty much it. Thanks for reading!