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:

DOUBLE STOP:  Three chapters in two days.  14 and 15 are Mal and Jayne.  16 is all Jim and Blair.

When Mal and Jayne finally got their shit kinda together, do you think either of them realized that with a Sentinel on board, they weren't going to get much privacy?

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


16

“Blair, I really hope you know what you’re doing,” Jim warned as he turned over in the bunk. Blair raised his head, blinking in the darkness.

“Man, I never know what I’m doing. Not exactly. I only nudge the universe. I gave up trying to control where things went about the same time I gave up selling my soul to the Institute.”

Jim sighed. He’d always thought he had cornered the market on guilt, but Blair was about the most stubborn man in the whole gorram ‘verse when it came to carrying guilt.

“Why? What did I do this time?” he asked when Jim settled back down onto the narrow bunk. Either Jayne was a lot more flexible than he looked, or Mal had a bigger bunk than they did.

“You pointed Mal at Jayne.”

“Oh shi. Really? Already?” Blair sounded awe-stricken.

“You’re surprised?”

“Well, yeah. I thought it would take way longer. My guess is that Inara did too because she didn’t arrange for that client of hers for three more days. And honestly? I thought she was being optimistic. No way did I expect them to get their heads out of their asses by then. The lesson here is to not doubt the companion. Wow. Already.” With a shake of his head, Blair settled back down on the bunk.

They lay there for no more than thirty seconds before Blair pushed himself up on one elbow. “Whoa. You are all tense.”

“I know this, Sandburg,” Jim snapped. He immediately felt guilty, and he wouldn’t have blamed Blair one bit if the man had stormed off, but that wasn’t Sandburg. Jim had discovered in the Institute that the more he snapped, the more Blair tried to help. It was a codependent sort of affection that sometimes made Jim worry. It also forced him to curb the worst of his temper because he wouldn’t take it out on a man who refused to fight back.

“Whoa. Okay, you’re really tense.” Blair’s hand stroked over Jim’s chest, sending little tendrils of warmth soaking in through his skin. Jim could even feel the ghost of Blair’s warm breath against his shoulder, and all his arm airs stood on end. When Blair’s hand finally slid south far enough to find Jim’s cock hard and throbbing, it stilled.

“Really tense,” Blair repeated, this time in a more sympathetic tone. “Not that I’m questioning my own sex appeal, but what has you this worked up?”

“Drop it, Mr. Universe.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m nosy. Man, you are not telling me anything I don’t know, but if this is some Sentinel thing….”

“This is a human thing,” Jim said, willing his body to come back under control, but the sound of Mal’s evenly timed gasps made that almost impossible.

“Human thing?” Blair didn’t sound convinced.

Jim sighed and realized he had two choices: tell Blair or get badgered until he gave up and told Blair. “I can hear them.”

“Oh.” Blair made a face. “That’s awkward.”

“Yeah, a little,” Jim agreed. Mal loathed him, so listening as the man’s breathing grew more ragged and deep groans joined the chorus was more than simply awkward.

“But this never affected you before. I mean, Kaylee strikes me as the sort of girl who really likes to have sex, and you haven’t reacted to her and Simon.”

Closing his eyes, Jim wondered if he could will himself to get some spontaneous rash that would distract Blair from this particular conversation. Unfortunately, that wasn’t one of his talents. “Kaylee and Simon don’t sound like…” Jim hesitated.

“Like what?” Blair prompted when Jim took too long.

This was definitely heading into territory Jim didn’t want to explore, but with Blair as a partner, he didn’t have much chance of winning this particular battle. And as a commander, he knew that a quick surrender and retreat was sometimes better than a prolonged defeat.

“I’ve only had sex with you since the senses came online. Kaylee doesn’t sound like you, and Simon makes the sort of noises that make me think he’s practiced making polite sex noises.” The man sounded polished and polite, even during sex.” Jim actually found that a little disconcerting, but then Simon did have some odd notions. “Mal and Jayne sound more like us.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh’,” Jim said, and he struggled hard to rein in his frustration.

“Hey, you don’t have to get frustrated. Or you don’t have to stay frustrated, anyway,” Blair said in a low voice, his fingers moving down to stroke Jim’s balls exactly the way he loved. They tightened and his cock hardened even more, but Jim reached down and caught Blair by the wrist.

“Not now.”

“Not now? Many you are ready to blow. Come on.”

“I’m not going to have sex just because I can hear those two.”

“But….” Blair stopped. “Okay, you have got to explain this one to me, Ellison. How does this make any sense at all?”

“I’m like this because of them,” Jim snapped.

“And? Who cares how you got this way?”

“I do. These damn senses are turning me into a voyeur.”

“There’s nothing wrong with-”

“A man has a right to a little privacy, and I’m eavesdropping on his intimate moments.” Jim pushed himself up in bed, and groaned as his cock protested the loss of contact with Blair’s hand.

“Look, Ellison,” Blair said, using Jim’s father’s name again. Blair had gotten into a habit of calling him Ellison, and Jim had no idea where that gou shi had come from. He didn’t have a great relationship with any of the Ellisons, not that the Womaks felt any affection for a traitor and fugitive. “Spanking, bondage and voyeurism is the holy triumvirate of human sexuality. There is nothing wrong with enjoying the sight or sound of people enjoying sexual pleasure.”

Jim tried to cut Blair off because this was definitely one area where Blair’s companion mother had raised him with a completely different set of values than Jim had been raised with. “I don’t want-”

“Tough shit. Your body knows what feels good, and there’s nothing wrong with that. What are they doing, anyway?” Blair asked, his voice dropping into a more intimate tone.

“You want me to tell you….” Jim let his voice trail off. Some days Blair could still shock him down to his core.

“Hell yes. I mean, I can imagine, but imagination is no substitute for knowing.” Blair lowered his voice again, and he found the tone that always sent shivers through Jim. “Come on… what do you hear?” What are they doing?”

“From the sounds, Mal near to choked Jayne by shoving his cock down Jayne’s throat,” Jim said, going for the crudest possible description hoping to get Blair off the subject.

Blair laughed. “Oh man, I so saw that coming. That man is like… whoa… wound tight,” he finished. “But I bet that didn’t slow Jayne down.”

Conceding defeat, Jim sighed. “It didn’t. He complained that he would have gotten around to sucking the whole cock eventually, and then he went back to work.”

“Oh man. Okay, that is totally Jayne. One of these days, he’d going to figure out he has a few more kinks than just being sly,” Blair said quietly, and Jim had a flash of fear at Blair trying to have that discussion with Jayne.

“Blair, you can’t-”

“Relax, Jim. As much as Mal is caught up in knots, it’s going to be years before they’re ready to go there.” Blair’s words only partially reassured Jim since it wasn’t exactly a promise to stay out of their business. “So, what are they doing right now?” Blair asked, and his heart started to pound a little faster. The smell of musk, both his own and Blair’s, started leaking into the air, competing with the tang of metal that always filled ship air.

“Mal is making rough little grunts, and I keep hearing flesh against metal.”

“What?” Blair asked.

Jim reached out and slapped the metal side of the ship. “I think Mal’s going to have a sore hand tomorrow,” Jim said. He was guessing Mal didn’t know how hard he was hitting because tiny echoes of the hit whispered from all over the ship. “Jayne isn’t making much noise, but I can hear him gasping for air through his nose, and when he pulls all the way off Mal, I can hear the sucking sound.” Jim settled back down on the bunk, and Blair laid on one side, a leg hooked over one of Jim’s legs. Blair’s hand returned to gentle stroke up Jim’s cock, and Jim knew it wouldn’t be long before he lost himself in his senses.

Before that could happen, Jim threaded his fingers through Blair’s long curls. For a second, he stroked Blair’s hair, feeling Blair’s body temperature slowly rise. “Mal screamed,” Jim said softly before he curled his fingers behind Blair’s neck and pulled the man close for a kiss.

Blair’s lips were soft under his, yielding when Jim ran his tongue over Blair’s lower lip. Moving into Blair’s mouth, Jim grew more aggressive. The sound of Mal’s climax pushed him into a raw, visceral need. Shifting, he used his weight to partially pin Blair and then kiss the life of out him. Blair groaned and thrust up against Jim’s hip. For a long time, Jim lost himself in the feel and taste of Blair, but then he pulled back and kissed Blair’s jaw before moving down to kiss his neck. “Oh man. Shit. Yeah. Voyeurism good. Voyeurism fucking great,” Blair muttered as Jim nibbled at the juncture between Blair’s neck and shoulder.

“Jayne wants to know if he was any good,” Jim whispered before he sucked on Blair’s earlobe.

“Please tell me that Mal was a gentleman about it.”

Jim ran his teeth over Blair’s earlobe, feeling the delicious shiver that went through Blair’s entire body. “Told him Jayne’s the best he ever had,” Jim answered.

Blair snorted. “Either Mal’s had some mighty bad blow jobs or Jayne is one hell of a quick learner.”

Reaching down, Jim wrapped his hand around Blair’s cock, and he could feel the individual skin cells contract under his touch. “Mal’s not returning the favor.”

“Is Jayne upset?”

“Sleepy. I think he finished on his own,” Jim said. He could feel the floating sensation as all senses started to spread like a sail in the wind. He imagined that he could almost see Jayne and Mal falling asleep together, Mal’s pants still caught around his ankles.

“At least he’s not going to frustrate himself waiting for Mal to catch up. Say what you want about Jayne, the man does know how to throw himself into something,” Blair said. Jim could feel hands press him back to the bed. Touch expanded until Jim could feel every hair on his body, feel each cell where Blair’s warmth pressed up against him. Blindly reaching out, Jim caught Blair’s hair and let each silken thread run through his fingers.

He could feel the air move out of Blair’s way as he leaned closer, bringing his heat with him. He breathed over Jim’s skin, and the warm musk skimmed over Jim’s skin, bringing his senses to life. “Watch the dial, Jim,” Blair muttered before he placed a series of kisses down the center of Jim’s chest. Jim arched his back as he felt the warmth almost burn him. When Blair sucked one of Jim’s nipples into his mouth, Jim gasped, his whole body reduced to that point until he could feel each cell, feel the flow of blood and the firing of each individual nerve cell as Blair sucked. The feeling almost swallowed Jim alive, and then Blair was gone, and his nipple pebbled as cold air shocked the nerves.

Gasping again, Jim pulled his awareness back from the edge of a zone. Residual heat trails crossed his body, each place where Blair touched him leaving warm fingerprints. When Jim had been near-zoned on his own nipple, Blair had run a hand down over Jim’s side to his thigh, and now Jim could trace every moment of that in the warmth left behind.

“Don’t get too hungry for touch. Balance it, Jim,” Blair advised, and Jim forced his hearing higher. Sight was still offline, but in the dark, that gave them a sort of equality.

“God, I want you,” Jim confessed, reaching for Blair.

“You always have me,” Blair said, yielding when Jim pulled him close, but then Jim lost track of more time as he scented the salt of precum and the musk of their desire. Blair’s heart pounded so loud that Jim could almost each the echoes off the metal walls. When Blair’s finger ran down over Jim’s cock, Jim could feel the blood vessels contract. His back arched, and Blair made little noises, little grunts that meant he wasn’t far from the edge, either. Jim could smell the need, he could smell as the musk took on a deeper note.

Jim breathed pheromones with every gasp now, and he could feel his sense unfurl more. Dust against the hull sang in an irregular series of high notes as Blair worked a finger into Jim.

“More,” Jim begged softly. Blair’s breath caught in his throat, and his heart gave a quickened half step, but Blair complied by slipping a second finger in quicker than usual. Jim pulled his legs up and caught the back of his own knees. “Blair, hurry,” he begged. His senses fully unfurled so that every place where Blair touched him, a hand on Jim’s leg, a thigh pressed against Jim’s ass, Jim could feel their bodies merge, the blood singing just under the skin. He wanted Blair in him for this moment.

Blair said something, but Jim’s hearing wasn’t tuned to human voice, and the words vanished into a series of tones that spoke of lust and want and love. Words lied, but the tones were as old as humanity and pure in their honesty. Jim could feel his tissue and muscle stretch as Blair slid inside, and this was always the perfect moment. Jim slipped away while Blair held him, strong hands anchoring him while Jim vanished into the pure reality of the senses.

His skin sweated from their combined heat where Blair’s hands held his legs and the slap of Blair’s thighs against his ass awoke each cell, and Jim’s body twitched and strained in time with Blair’s ragged breathing. Jim could feel Blair’s heatbeat reverberate through him, his own flesh yielding as it answered Blair’s rhythms. Jim’s whole body sang with pleasure as he imagined he became Blair. At the same time, he could feel himself stretching so he could become the Serenity, feel each piece of dust slide across his skin, feel the heat of the sun against his face as she circled the moon, hear every human life inside.

Blair came with a shout, and the spell broke. Suddenly, Jim was back inside himself, coming with an almost painful pleasure. He could feel Blair’s come inside his body, feel the short thrusts as Blair finished coming, his body radiating heat and his scent heavy with pleasure. Blair collapsed forward, pressing Jim’s legs farther up into his chest.

“Sorry,” he immediately apologized. He squirmed back, his cock slipping free of Jim as he allowed Jim to lower his legs. “Oh man. I think I’m broken.” He dropped down next to Jim, and Jim gathered Blair into his arms, staining until he could get the blanket up and over both of them.

“Just worn out. I can do that to a lover,” Jim teased. He could still feel Blair’s come in him, and he could feel echoes of his senses giving him the illusion of ship song.

“Yeah, man, you can. You totally can,” Blair agreed, but his voice blurred with fatigue. Jim pulled him closer and lay down. In Mal’s bunk, Mal and Jayne were sleeping, their breathing deep and even. A small, uncharitable part of Jim’s mind couldn’t avoid a little comparison, and he figured he and Blair could certainly win one particular competition.