Old War Horses

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Malcolm Reynolds fought for the Browncoat rebels. They wanted their freedom. They lost. James Joseph Womak was a commander for the Alliance, determined to bring justice to the common people. His side won, but he still lost.

Old War Horses

Fandoms: Firefly x Sentinel.
Slash: Jim/Blair, Mal/Jayne
Rated ADULT
Prompt: Taming the Muse: Jackhammer

STOP:  Two chapters in two days.  Go back and read 14 if you haven't already.

So, what happens when two straight men decide to try out the sly side of the fence?  It may not be polished, but these two always have thrown themselves into a challenge.

( Part one ) ( Part two ) ( Part Three )  (Part Twelve)  ( Part Thirteen)


15

While Jayne put a disturbing number of weapons on Mal’s table, Mal unzipped his pants. He had to admit this was possibly the most awkward sexual moment he’d had since he was 17 and a girl first showed him how to use his various bits.

“Fair warning, I ain’t exactly sure what I’m doing,” Jayne warned as he turned around, and then without warning, he stepped close and went to his knees right between Mal’s legs.

Mal arched his back and sucked in a breath as his cock got real hard, real fast. Well shit, he was more sly than he’d thought.

“You got one. You know what feels good.”

Jayne frowned at Mal’s unzipped pants and his cock tenting Mal’s blue boxers. “True, but I ain’t usually looking at mine from this angle,” Jayne said without even a bit of hesitation. If Mal were on the floor, he’d be doing a whole lot of hesitating, but Jayne’s left hand came up and rested on Mal’s thigh while Jayne reached in for Mal’s cock without any sort of guile or that blinking thing women did that they thought made them so gorram attractive.

When Jayne pulled Mal out, he made a little grunt that Mal wasn’t sure how to interpret, and then he just leaned forward and sucked just the tip into his mouth. Jayne Cobb on his knees with Mal’s cock in his mouth was about more than Mal could take. He thrust up and gorram near came. He also inadvertently shoved most of his cock in Jayne’s mouth, and Jayne leaned all the way back on his heels.

“Shi. You ain’t got to go choking me. I was getting around to it,” Jayne said with an almost annoyed expression on his face.

“It wasn’t exactly intentional.” Mal could feel himself get warm, either from the sight of Jayne on his knees or from good old-fashioned embarrassment. It’d been a long time since he’d lost control of his cock like that.

“It weren’t?” Jayne frowned.

“It felt good, and it’s been a while. I just… slipped.” Mal hated admitting that, and the smug smile on Jayne’s face made it worse.

“Gorram right it felt good. I’ve never left a lover wanting,” Jayne said, and before Mal could take offense at the implication that he wasn’t as good in bed, Jayne had rocked forward and taken a good bit of Mal’s’s cock in his mouth. Mal’s words disappeared in a moan as Jayne sucked, his fingers reaching down to caress Mal’s balls.

Aiya, but Jayne could suck. Mal squirmed as his breath came in heavy gasps. Pulling back, Jayne spend some time running his tongue along the crown of the penis, his large fingers circling the base of Mal’s cock and squeezing just enough to make Mal see stars.

Mal struggled to open his legs more, but his pants trapped his legs no matter how much he struggled. Jayne sank down on Mal’s cock again, doing something with the back of his throat so that it tightened around the tip of Mal’s cock, and Mal jackhammered his hips forward, all control stripped from him as need flooded through him.

He was falling, and he threw his hands out to the side, hitting a wall before he realized that Jayne had simply lifted his legs and swung him around so that Mal was flat on his bunk. The strength gave Mal a tingle of anxiety. However, he looked down and Jayne had settled at the end of the bed, Mal’s cock deep in his mouth as he sucked enthusiastically, his cheeks hollowing out, and his large, dark eyes watching Mal. That was enough to overcome any lingering cobweb fears and Mal arched his back as his lust finally overwhelmed him.

Forgetting anything but the pleasure, Mal thrust up, digging his heels into the bed. Large hands pinned his hips, but Mal didn’t care because he was consumed by waves of spine-shivering delight. He opened his mouth to warn Jayne that he was coming, but he only managed an inarticulate cry before he came hard. His whole body was fever hot as his body tightened and he involuntarily thrust up again and again. Then the pleasure finally started to ebb, and Mal sagged back onto the bed.

Gasping as though he’d just finishing running for his life, Mal stared up at the ceiling and let his brain finish rewiring. He was gorram sly. He was so sly that other sly folk looked positively heterosexual next to him. Why in the name of everything that was holy in the ‘verse had he never noticed this before?

When the mattress dipped, Mal looked over to see Jayne moving up the bed. Some of the pleasure faded as fear pressed in again, but Mal wasn’t so uncharitable as to kick a man out of bed after flute playing like that. He scooted to the side, and Jayne moved up until he was almost on level with Mal.

“Jayne,” Mal said, not sure how to explain why he really didn’t want to return the favor. Some of the sly was fading.

“So, it were good?” Jayne asked with a plain honesty.

“The best I’ve had,” Mal admitted. “Which is why I’m feeling like a hwun dan for not returning the favor.”

“Ain’t like I gave you time to,” Jayne said with a shrug.

Pushing himself up on one elbow, Mal looked down and sure enough, Jayne had a small wet stain on his pants. At least Mal got his pants off first. Another day, Mal might have said as much, but it seemed uncharitable to say something that cold to the man laying up in your bed. “You are all kinds of a surprise, Jayne Cobb,” Mal said instead.

“Ain’t even going to argue that. I’m wondering why I didn’t try that a while back. Men parts are a lot easier to get at than women parts, and once you start talking straight, you’re easier to follow than most women. That’s why I like whores; they don’t go confusing me.”

Mal thought about Inara and all her mixed up messages. “We can agree on that,” Mal said. He felt awkward, but he reached out and rested his hand on Jayne’s shoulder. Did men cuddle? Looking over, he checked to see how Jayne would take that. Jayne’s eyes were closed, and his right arm was tucked under his head. From the slow rise and fall of his chest, he was either asleep or heading there fast. “Good night, Jayne,” Mal said.

“Night, Mal,” Jayne mumbled. Well, this answered the question about whether men cuddled and saved Mal from having to find meaningful talk. After sex always had seemed like a mighty inconvenient time for conversating. Rolling onto his right side, Mal faced the wall and let his weary body drift toward sleep. When Jayne’s arm came to rest on his waist, sleep had so great of a hold on Mal that he couldn’t rouse himself enough to get concerned about it. Besides, it felt good to share his bunk with a warm and willing partner. It’d been too gorram long.