Bedevil: Chapter 18
Title: Bedevil: Chapter 18
Author: Bookaddict
Characters: Mal/Jayne
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Firefly and all its characters are the property of Joss Whedon
Word count: 883
Comments: My first time writing the actual man sex! *wibbles anxiously* Thanks to ladytalon1 for her helpful suggestions. Hope it's ok???
Bedevil Organizational Post
“What was that you were saying?” Mal asked with a grin.
“N-n-nothin’,” Jayne gasped.
There was nothin’ he could say with that twisty stuff still goin’ on and now there was thrusting too. Jayne wriggled his hips and pressed forward in an effort to get those fingers to move harder.
“How come…” Jayne groaned at a particularly hard thrust. “How come yer the only one gets to touch? Can’t reach much of ya down there,” he complained.
“Move up,” Mal ordered, pleased and a bit touched at the out and out trust Jayne was offering him.
Fingers still deep in Jayne’s tight channel he followed the merc onto the bed, kneeling above him. Grasping Jayne’s legs one by one with his free hand, he draped them over his shoulders and slid a third finger to join its friends.
“Fuck me dead.” Jayne growled deep and reachin’ out hauled Mal’s face down, fastenin’ his lips to the invitin’ ones above him.
“Don’t worry I plan to,” Mal panted and hissed as Jayne bit at neck and chin and ran his hands over as much of Mal’s body as he could reach.
Mal leant forward to help, claiming Jayne’s lips and groaning as their erections rubbed against each other. Jayne’s hand closed around them both and started to pump in time to the insistent fingers inside him.
“Na ah,” Mal caught at the thick wrist and pulled his hand away, guidin’ it to the bed head behind them.
“Hey,” Jayne protested.
“Don’t want you coming yet,” Mal reached for the lube one handed. “Wanna be inside you for that.” He stopped, “if that’s what you want.”
“What d’ya think?” Jayne grabbed the jar and started rubbin’ the lube over Mal’s cock.
“I think that’s a yes,” Mal pulled his fingers out of Jayne’s ass, lined himself up and pushed in slowly and waited.
"Wa cao Mal!", Jayne couldn’t think, not with that hot, heavy length fillin’ and stretchin him. Urgently he pressed back against Mal, wantin’ more.
Gripping Jayne’s hips firmly Mal began to gently slide in and out, letting his pupil’s body get used to the intrusion.
Mal started to move and the slow steady friction began to drive Jayne out of his mind. Impatient, Jayne grasped Mal’s buttocks and jerked him deeper. “More,” he growled.
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Jayne woke to find his arms full of a still sleepin’ Mal and loath to wake him, lay for awhile and watched the relaxed face. Weren’t often he got to see the Captain with all his defences down and he kinda liked it. Like he’d liked the things Mal had done to him the night before. Just like he’d thought, he hadn’t minded the orders Mal had given him either. But now Jayne figured it was his turn to do the orderin’ and the pleasurin’ too.
Raising himself on his elbow he studied the body beside him, figurin’ out where to start. His eyes ran over the broad shoulders, down to the smooth chest and grinnin’ he leant forward to lick the flat nipples enthusiastically.
Mal woke with a start as his nipple was sucked into a moist mouth. “What the..?” he flailed.
“Ssh,” Jayne mumbled, clamping a large hand round his shoulder and holding him down. “My turn.”
“Your turn?” Mal questioned bemused as Jayne shifted his attention and trailed his tongue down to Mal’s belly-button and lapped eagerly.
Mal’s hands closed firmly on the wide shoulders again but Jayne lifted his face and grinned. “Not this time,” he warned. “I wanna taste for awhile yet Captain.”
Mal groaned at the mischievous expression that crossed his merc’s face. He knew that look too darn well; it usually heralded prolonged periods of remorseless teasing. He groaned again as tongue and teeth went to work sliding and nipping across his hip bone. His groan turned helpless and he spread his legs eagerly as Jayne sucked on the tender skin at the juncture of hip and pubic hair.
“Gotta wait a bit yet,” Jayne raised his head and looked with satisfaction at the marks runnin’ across Mal’s belly.
His glance strayed down a mite to the rampant jiba and the ass so prettily displayed below. He’d sure enjoyed the fingers in his last night, more than he ever thought, and figured that Mal would too. But he didn’t wanna be too predictable; it was good to keep the Captain guessing. So he lowered his head and licked the underside of Mal’s taut balls, tongue descendin’ to the temptin’ pucker.
Mal let out a hoarse shout as Jayne’s tongue first trailed delicately around the edge then plunged straight in, alternately thrusting and licking. The big man’s hands pressed insistently on Mal’s spread thighs opening him further and encouraged by Mal’s pleas and frantic squirmings Jayne set to work with a will.
Mal clutched his fingers into Jayne’s short hair as that tongue, strong and wet, probed inside him. His back arched nearly off the bed when the merc’s calloused hand reached up and grasped his aching cock, pumping erratically. Mal thrust urgently into Jayne’s hand while trying to get closer to that maddening tongue, pressure building in his balls. Feeling Mal clench around his tongue, Jayne’s hand tightened and he quickened his pace. Mal threw back his head and bellowed his release, spurting over his belly and Jayne’s hand.
Wa cao=Holy fuck
Author: Bookaddict
Characters: Mal/Jayne
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Firefly and all its characters are the property of Joss Whedon
Word count: 883
Comments: My first time writing the actual man sex! *wibbles anxiously* Thanks to ladytalon1 for her helpful suggestions. Hope it's ok???
Bedevil Organizational Post
“What was that you were saying?” Mal asked with a grin.
“N-n-nothin’,” Jayne gasped.
There was nothin’ he could say with that twisty stuff still goin’ on and now there was thrusting too. Jayne wriggled his hips and pressed forward in an effort to get those fingers to move harder.
“How come…” Jayne groaned at a particularly hard thrust. “How come yer the only one gets to touch? Can’t reach much of ya down there,” he complained.
“Move up,” Mal ordered, pleased and a bit touched at the out and out trust Jayne was offering him.
Fingers still deep in Jayne’s tight channel he followed the merc onto the bed, kneeling above him. Grasping Jayne’s legs one by one with his free hand, he draped them over his shoulders and slid a third finger to join its friends.
“Fuck me dead.” Jayne growled deep and reachin’ out hauled Mal’s face down, fastenin’ his lips to the invitin’ ones above him.
“Don’t worry I plan to,” Mal panted and hissed as Jayne bit at neck and chin and ran his hands over as much of Mal’s body as he could reach.
Mal leant forward to help, claiming Jayne’s lips and groaning as their erections rubbed against each other. Jayne’s hand closed around them both and started to pump in time to the insistent fingers inside him.
“Na ah,” Mal caught at the thick wrist and pulled his hand away, guidin’ it to the bed head behind them.
“Hey,” Jayne protested.
“Don’t want you coming yet,” Mal reached for the lube one handed. “Wanna be inside you for that.” He stopped, “if that’s what you want.”
“What d’ya think?” Jayne grabbed the jar and started rubbin’ the lube over Mal’s cock.
“I think that’s a yes,” Mal pulled his fingers out of Jayne’s ass, lined himself up and pushed in slowly and waited.
"Wa cao Mal!", Jayne couldn’t think, not with that hot, heavy length fillin’ and stretchin him. Urgently he pressed back against Mal, wantin’ more.
Gripping Jayne’s hips firmly Mal began to gently slide in and out, letting his pupil’s body get used to the intrusion.
Mal started to move and the slow steady friction began to drive Jayne out of his mind. Impatient, Jayne grasped Mal’s buttocks and jerked him deeper. “More,” he growled.
*****************
Jayne woke to find his arms full of a still sleepin’ Mal and loath to wake him, lay for awhile and watched the relaxed face. Weren’t often he got to see the Captain with all his defences down and he kinda liked it. Like he’d liked the things Mal had done to him the night before. Just like he’d thought, he hadn’t minded the orders Mal had given him either. But now Jayne figured it was his turn to do the orderin’ and the pleasurin’ too.
Raising himself on his elbow he studied the body beside him, figurin’ out where to start. His eyes ran over the broad shoulders, down to the smooth chest and grinnin’ he leant forward to lick the flat nipples enthusiastically.
Mal woke with a start as his nipple was sucked into a moist mouth. “What the..?” he flailed.
“Ssh,” Jayne mumbled, clamping a large hand round his shoulder and holding him down. “My turn.”
“Your turn?” Mal questioned bemused as Jayne shifted his attention and trailed his tongue down to Mal’s belly-button and lapped eagerly.
Mal’s hands closed firmly on the wide shoulders again but Jayne lifted his face and grinned. “Not this time,” he warned. “I wanna taste for awhile yet Captain.”
Mal groaned at the mischievous expression that crossed his merc’s face. He knew that look too darn well; it usually heralded prolonged periods of remorseless teasing. He groaned again as tongue and teeth went to work sliding and nipping across his hip bone. His groan turned helpless and he spread his legs eagerly as Jayne sucked on the tender skin at the juncture of hip and pubic hair.
“Gotta wait a bit yet,” Jayne raised his head and looked with satisfaction at the marks runnin’ across Mal’s belly.
His glance strayed down a mite to the rampant jiba and the ass so prettily displayed below. He’d sure enjoyed the fingers in his last night, more than he ever thought, and figured that Mal would too. But he didn’t wanna be too predictable; it was good to keep the Captain guessing. So he lowered his head and licked the underside of Mal’s taut balls, tongue descendin’ to the temptin’ pucker.
Mal let out a hoarse shout as Jayne’s tongue first trailed delicately around the edge then plunged straight in, alternately thrusting and licking. The big man’s hands pressed insistently on Mal’s spread thighs opening him further and encouraged by Mal’s pleas and frantic squirmings Jayne set to work with a will.
Mal clutched his fingers into Jayne’s short hair as that tongue, strong and wet, probed inside him. His back arched nearly off the bed when the merc’s calloused hand reached up and grasped his aching cock, pumping erratically. Mal thrust urgently into Jayne’s hand while trying to get closer to that maddening tongue, pressure building in his balls. Feeling Mal clench around his tongue, Jayne’s hand tightened and he quickened his pace. Mal threw back his head and bellowed his release, spurting over his belly and Jayne’s hand.
Wa cao=Holy fuck