Bedeviled, Ch 9
This is my first attempt at anything M/M, but I just couldn't let this one get away. Please be gentle.
I know in one of the chapters, there was something said about Jayne not being picky. But I...made him a little picky. Still willing, just...not with men like marco and... *sigh* I'm sorry. I wrote this before re-reading everything.
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Bedeviled, Chapter Nine.
Jayne stared at the Captain, the look in Mal's eyes sending his own thoughts to spinning an awful detailed fantasy The bigger man snatched at the fallen towel, wrapping it tight around his hips to hide the fact he wasn't so immune to the Captain's rough charms as he'd a liked.
He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the vulgar images invading his head. Jayne ain't never been with a man before. He perfers women with their soft curves and sweet smells. But that don't mean he hasn't ever thought about it. A lot. Couldn't not, what with spendin' most his time over the years with men pullin' jobs and crime whenever he could.
But most o' them were uglier and dirtier than himself and that weren't nothin' excitin' 'bout that.
But he's thought about it. Not lately o' course. Weren't no need on Serenity, not with 'Nara and Kaylee and Zoe to be fantasizing on.
When he did think about it, those times before, he always imagined it dirty and kinda ugly. Puckered openings and mounds of hairy muscle and holes not meant to be stretched like that. He couldn't envison bendin' over for nobody's mushroom shaped head.
'Ceptin' that look Mal was givin' him had him starting to think otherwise.
Startin' to think that maybe it wouldn't be like that at all. That maybe hard and prickly might just hold up to soft and sweet.
And Mal weren't like most me he run with. He's got 'tegrity. Looks after his own through hell or high water. A man could respect that. And sometimes, like right that moment, with his towel down round his hips, he wanted very much to be one o' Mal's.
And judgin' by the hungry look lighting Mal's eyes, so did he.
He kinda thought that even if it was as bad as he imagined he'd still wanna do it. With Mal.
And that scared him.
He tightened his fist around the towel, holdin' it secure in place and backed up a step as he cleared his throat. "Somethin' I can do for ya? Or you just gonna stare?"
"What? I, uh--" Mal shook his head, blinking kinda confused like. "No. No, got nothin' to say to you as bears repeating. Again. You just...you leave Aaron be. He's a friend and a damn sight better one'n you."
The towel near on fell again as Jayne snatched at his clothes, cursing colorfully under his breath as he pulled them roughly on. "---ruttin' Captain---boy weren't--never even--jei mau tenqai--!" He pushed past Mal only half dressed and slinging his gunbelt over his shoulder as he stormed out.
Mal was left starin' at the bed, wonderin' just what the hell happened and why he'd wanted desperately to shove his mercenary against the worn mattress and have his way with him.
"Gorram complications."
I know in one of the chapters, there was something said about Jayne not being picky. But I...made him a little picky. Still willing, just...not with men like marco and... *sigh* I'm sorry. I wrote this before re-reading everything.
Bedevil Organizational Post
Bedeviled, Chapter Nine.
Jayne stared at the Captain, the look in Mal's eyes sending his own thoughts to spinning an awful detailed fantasy The bigger man snatched at the fallen towel, wrapping it tight around his hips to hide the fact he wasn't so immune to the Captain's rough charms as he'd a liked.
He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the vulgar images invading his head. Jayne ain't never been with a man before. He perfers women with their soft curves and sweet smells. But that don't mean he hasn't ever thought about it. A lot. Couldn't not, what with spendin' most his time over the years with men pullin' jobs and crime whenever he could.
But most o' them were uglier and dirtier than himself and that weren't nothin' excitin' 'bout that.
But he's thought about it. Not lately o' course. Weren't no need on Serenity, not with 'Nara and Kaylee and Zoe to be fantasizing on.
When he did think about it, those times before, he always imagined it dirty and kinda ugly. Puckered openings and mounds of hairy muscle and holes not meant to be stretched like that. He couldn't envison bendin' over for nobody's mushroom shaped head.
'Ceptin' that look Mal was givin' him had him starting to think otherwise.
Startin' to think that maybe it wouldn't be like that at all. That maybe hard and prickly might just hold up to soft and sweet.
And Mal weren't like most me he run with. He's got 'tegrity. Looks after his own through hell or high water. A man could respect that. And sometimes, like right that moment, with his towel down round his hips, he wanted very much to be one o' Mal's.
And judgin' by the hungry look lighting Mal's eyes, so did he.
He kinda thought that even if it was as bad as he imagined he'd still wanna do it. With Mal.
And that scared him.
He tightened his fist around the towel, holdin' it secure in place and backed up a step as he cleared his throat. "Somethin' I can do for ya? Or you just gonna stare?"
"What? I, uh--" Mal shook his head, blinking kinda confused like. "No. No, got nothin' to say to you as bears repeating. Again. You just...you leave Aaron be. He's a friend and a damn sight better one'n you."
The towel near on fell again as Jayne snatched at his clothes, cursing colorfully under his breath as he pulled them roughly on. "---ruttin' Captain---boy weren't--never even--jei mau tenqai--!" He pushed past Mal only half dressed and slinging his gunbelt over his shoulder as he stormed out.
Mal was left starin' at the bed, wonderin' just what the hell happened and why he'd wanted desperately to shove his mercenary against the worn mattress and have his way with him.
"Gorram complications."