Old War Horses
Title: Old War Horses
Firefly x Sentinel
Mal/Jayne, Blair/Jim
Rated: ADULT
Taming the Muse prompt:
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.
This time on Old War Horses:
Jayne and Mal talked, but from the way their talk ended, they aren't quite on the same page, sexually speaking. It'd be unfair to poor Jayne if Mal didn't at least try to rectify that situation.
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21.
Mal stirred, and Jayne’s hand tightened around his waist, Jayne’s breath on the back of his neck. Even though Mal felt that immediate flash of dread that had made him turn so mean only yesterday, one talk and two and a half more times of Jayne sucking Mal’s cock had calmed his nerves a mite. That and he still felt a little guilty about falling asleep that third time. Fact was, Jayne wasn’t looking for anything but a warm body and someone to please who wouldn’t go denying him or playing games. Mal wouldn’t do the first, and he was trying hard to avoid the second. It was harder than he’d thought.
Growing up, sly boys had been the ones in danger, the ones who, like girls, you had to look out for. His father always told him that if you punched a man, make sure he saw it coming, if you punched a boy, make sure he was taller than you, and to not ever punch a girl or one who was sly. It wasn’t fitting. Mal had always seen himself as one who did punching or who got punched. Fact was he did more of the getting hit than he really liked. However, he’d never even looked to being sly. He really never would have looked for men like Jayne or Jim to be sly.
Jayne and Jim were the sort of men you punched or looked to get punched by. If you were lucky, they were the kind who would punch someone else for you. They weren’t the sort to go protecting with the womenfolk.
Mal cringed. That had been Jayne’s lunacy-talking about Jim like he was a woman and should be more womanly. Fact was, he and Jayne were both the children of backwards moons. Mal just took more care to avoid advertising that fact. Zoe gave her heart to the Browncoats, but like Wash, she’d grown up near the border moons. She’d been near enough to the core to get regular schooling. Kaylee was the only other one from the real wild outlands, and she had a personality that just shook off all her old learnings as soon as she found something new.
Mal could admit that he had a little more trouble shaking off his beliefs. Oh, he believed in being polite to those who were sly-giving them the respect that Jayne had so casually dismissed with his constant comments on Jim being womanly. However, he’d been raised to think of them as the sort that weren’t manly enough for fisticuffs and random violence.
Hell, he might have spaced Jim, only the thought of Captain Jimmy and the idea of him being sly clashed in his brain so much that he hesitated long enough that he started seeing the man behind the labels.
Jayne shifted, and Mal rolled over onto his back, pushing at Jayne’s arm until he got himself enough room to breathe. Jayne snorted and made a sort of growling grunt before he went still. It was odd, knowing that Jayne woke up quiet-like. He sure didn’t sleep quiet, but then Mal had spent so many years sleeping with a dozen other soldiers in a small space that one man’s snoring couldn’t rightly disturb him much.
Slowly, Jayne’s eyes came open, and he took a long look at Mal. His body tensed, and Mal felt another kick of guilt. If his father wasn’t already in his grave, the old man would take Mal to task for how he’d behaved… right after he’d taken Mal to task for bedding a man.
“You feeling mean this morning?” Jayne came right out and asked. The good thing about Jayne was that you didn’t really have to wonder what he was thinking. If it crossed his mind, it came out his mouth without editing.
“Not so much. I think you made me too mellow to care much about any cantankerous feelings I might still harbor,” Mal offered with a smile. He hated that Jayne’s expression stayed suspicious. However, with a nod, Jayne rolled off the bed and headed over to pee.
“You wore your pants to bed.” Mal tried to make it sound like a simple observation, but Jayne shot him a concerned look.
“I ain’t looking for a repeat of yesterday. If’n I’d known the sight of a cock got you riled, I would have worn pants then too.” A zipper opened and Jayne looked down, watching himself pee most likely.
“You’ll smell worse than usual, sleeping in them.”
Jayne frowned as he took another glance over his shoulder. Maybe he was looking to see what sort of mood Mal was in, but the fact was, Mal didn’t know what kind of mood he was in. He only knew he had made a mess of things yesterday, and this morning, he was regretting about every minute of it.
“You taking offense to my smell now?” Jayne asked.
“Well, I would appreciate it if you could manage one shower a week,” Mal said, smiling to lighten the tone. From the way Jayne moved his shoulders, he was tucking himself back in. Bracing himself, Mal blurted out, “Don’t zip up.” For a second, he thought Jayne would disobey that. It wasn’t a rational order, even. Mal waited for the sound of the zipper going up; however, after a second of perfect stillness, Jayne turned around, his hands hiding his cock and his pants unzipped.
“We playing at something here, Mal?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous. For a sly man, Jayne truly didn’t need protecting if punches flew.
“I’m wondering what you’re getting outta this, Jayne. I know what I stand to gain seeing as how you have so much talent that you should be getting paid for it.” Mal watched as Jayne shifted uncomfortably. Right then, that wasn’t the tact to take.
“You want to talk with my pants unzipped?” The suspicion was right there on the surface for Mal to see.
“I’m giving the orders,” Mal tried saying in his captain-tone. Oddly, that settled Jayne right down. He still looked concerned, but all that shifting stopped. “Come over here,” Mal ordered, pointing next to the bed. Mal had fallen asleep in his birthday suit. Actually, he’d fallen asleep with Jayne’s mouth on his half-hard cock, but considering that he’d come twice in as many hours, Mal had impressed himself getting even half-hard. He wasn’t a teenager anymore. Moving slow, Jayne covered the three feet to stand where Mal directed him.
Mal swallowed. This had seemed like a good idea two minutes ago, but up close and personal with Jayne’s body, he suddenly wondered if he even wanted to get over this discomfort he had around another man’s cock.
“You want I should stand here forever?” Jayne asked, and that edge of unhappy was back in his voice.
“Hands behind your back,” Mal said more to get them out of the way than anything else. This was his plan, and he was going to see it through. He might not be the best with planning, but he sure as hell knew how to gorram follow through with a plan, good or bad. So, he watched as Jayne moved his hand and his pants gaped open, revealing the cock within.
It was a cock. Mal had seen hundreds in his life. Jayne’s was bigger than most but not as big as some. Reaching out, Mal pushed the pants open farther to reveal the entire cock. It was thick and dark, and even now it was starting to grow harder.
“Mal?” Jayne asked, and now he had the edgy sound to his voice, like they were about to get ambushed. Gritting his teeth, Mal reached up and took the cock in his hand. It felt like his. The angle was wrong since he never reached up to grab his own cock, but there wasn’t anything here to go verbally eviscerating Jayne over.
“What makes you want to suck one of these?” Mal asked curiously. He rubbed his hand over the end, watching the foreskin slide and move. He couldn’t really see the appeal, himself. Oh, he was getting over his dread of the thing, but he wasn’t looking to put it in his mouth, either.
Jayne sucked in a breath, his whole body going tense. Mal thought he made a mistake, hurt Jayne maybe. However, when he looked up into Jayne’s face, he could see the same expression Jayne had on his face when a particularly beautiful woman walked by. Mal had been on the verge of getting unhappy about Jayne’s refusal to answer, but his breath caught in his throat, and he swallowed the angry words, knowing they didn’t have a place between him and Jayne, not anymore.
“I asked you a question,” Mal said when Jayne took too long. He ran his finger over the side of the cock, watching it twitch to life.
“I just like touching. Always have,” Jayne answered defensively.
“Touching? Not sexing?”
For a second, Jayne didn’t answer. Of course, he was sucking air through his teeth as his cock hardened, so Mal decided to give him some time.
“Sexing is easy enough. I have a hand for that,” Jayne said, “but it ain’t the same without someone to touch.”
“That’s what you were doing with Petaline’s girls?” Mal asked, and he surprised himself with the flash of jealousy that stabbed him in the chest.
“Mostly. Always ended with a good rutting since that’s good too, but when I hire a whore, I always make sure I get one that don’t mind some time just touching.”
“And sucking on?”
“Like to suck on breasts,” Jayne admitted. “Cocks are better, though. They react. You can feel them grow and know how the other person’s feeling. I was sucking on a whore once, and I looked up, and she had one of them data things she was using to check messages. It put me right off.”
Mal snorted. “Trust me, I won’t be checking any messages. Hell, when you get going, the ship could be on fire, and I reckon I wouldn’t care much. You don’t do anything by halves, Jayne Cobb.” Mal watched in amazement as Jayne’s cock filled out. Mal had been judging the weight of it, so his fingers were under as it filled and darkened.
And that was about where Mal’s new slyness started fading. He didn’t want to be holding Jayne’s cock when it came. Mal carefully eased his fingers away, realizing that they had a slight moistness to them that came from Jayne. It seemed disrespectful to wipe off a hand after touching a lover, so Mal rested it on his own knee. And now Jayne was looking down at him, and Mal realized he’d gotten into this plan without having an exit strategy. Oh, he could tell Jayne to suck him, and his own cock was showing a good deal of interest in that, but Mal was starting to feel like he was showing a lack of creativity in this relationship.
Clearing his throat, Mal eyed Jayne, and Jayne eyed him right back. “I want to see you make yourself come,” Mal said. That wasn’t strictly the truth seeing as he had some trepidation over that very thought, but he hoped Jayne couldn’t see that.
For a second, Jayne stared down at him. “You want I should jerk off?” His voice was slow and uncertain, but then Mal had been giving a few mixed messages lately.
“That’s an order,” Mal said as firmly as he could given the way his own stomach had little flutters of discomfort or interest… Mal couldn’t decide which.
“Huh.” For a second, Jayne considered Mal the way he sometimes considered River, like maybe one too many brain cells had been knocked loose. Then with a shrug he seemed to dismiss all that before he wrapped his hand around his cock and started pulling at it unmercifully.
“Aiya, slower,” Mal said. The rate Jayne was pulling at it, it looked like he was trying to milk a cow rather than pleasure himself.
“I been pleasuring myself most my life Mal, I know how to get myself off.”
“Well I said for you to do it slower,” Mal insisted. True, he probably shouldn’t have said that, but once he had, he wasn’t going to go backing down.
Jayne gave a mighty sigh, but he started stroking himself slower this time, his hand moving up and down, the foreskin sliding and the pink tip of the cock appearing and vanishing into it like a winking eye. Mal scooted back on the bed both to be out of the line of fire and to get a better view. Jayne’s jaw was set and he had a look of utter concentration, like this was some task he needed to get done.
“When you’re done, I’ll let you suck me, and I’m going to try my best to not come for as long as possible,” Mal commented. Honestly, he wasn’t sure how long that’d be. Jayne was mighty talented with his mouth, but Mal’s cock was about half worn out already, and the day was only starting. However, the promise made Jayne’s lips part as his breathing grew heavier. He started pulling on himself faster again, and Mal repeated his order. “Slower.”
“I need-”
“Slower,” Mal said firmly. His own cock stirred at the sight of Jayne in need, his back arching now as the slow strokes kept him from finishing the deed. It occurred to Mal that Jayne did sex the way he did his shooting-hard, fast, accurate, and utterly businesslike. As far as Mal was concerned, any time you approached sex and guns using the same theory of life, you were doing something wrong.
“Stop for a second,” Mal said. Jayne’s eyes popped open, and he gave Mal an almost hateful look, but he stopped. His cock was hard, jutting out and demanding attention, but he stopped.
“You ever play with your balls when you’re like this?” Mal asked.
“Ain’t got no need-”
“Try,” Mal cut him off. It wasn’t about need, but if Jayne hadn’t seen the need, he wouldn’t have tried it.
That inspired a much-put-upon sigh, but Jayne reached down for his balls. Mal opened his mouth to give warning, but before he could, Jayne had caught up his balls in a grip that was far too hard. “Ching-wah tsao duh liou mahng,” he snarled. Mal cringed in sympathy, but surprisingly, Jayne’s cock didn’t soften at all. Mal’s cock would have surrendered unconditionally and retreated from the field after having his balls handled like that.
“Might want to go easy there,” Mal recommended. That inspired another unhappy look from Jayne, but he fondled his balls, this time gentling his fingers. Mal watched as Jayne’s body started showing signs of that need to come again. He stretched, his back arching and his mouth coming open again. Precum stained the tip of his cock, and Jayne kept fondling his balls until he weaved gently. He had to reach out with his left hand and grab at the wall to keep from falling down.
Mal’s own cock was hard now, the pleasurable ache settling in. “Now try stroking yourself, slower now,” Mal said.
Jayne sucked air in through his teeth as he started stroking himself painfully slow. Mal felt sympathy for him seeing as he was definitely ready to come, but the sight of the man lost in his own lust, his body curved in unfamiliar ways… it had some appeal. Jayne’s head tilted back, making the front of his neck arch out, the Adam’s apple sliding up and down. Mal let his own hand slide over to his cock and he started gently teasing himself.
“Mal, please,” Jayne begged, the words rough, and Mal figured that was probably about the first time Jayne Cobb had ever begged for anything.
“Finish it off and get over here,” Mal said. Jayne made a noise that wasn’t exactly a word as he started pulling at himself. He hadn’t even finished one stroke before he started coming. He caught his come in his hand and slumped over, his left hand still braced against the wall.
“Fuck, Mal,” Jayne said softly, and the wonder and shock and plain happiness in the voice made Mal think that maybe he wasn’t such a poor lover after all.
“You’d best get over here unless you plan to watch me finish without you,” Mal commented, giving Jayne the choice. Jayne looked up with dark eyes and promptly wiped his hand on his pants, making a streaked stain down the leg that didn’t seem to bother him at all. When he took a step forward, his pants started slipping down, and Jayne pulled them up and shoved his cock in before zipping up. “You don’t have to hide your cock, Jayne,” Mal commented. But Jayne didn’t answer. He reached for Mal, grabbing his hips and pulling him forward with an ease that reminded Mal just how strong Jayne really was. And then Jayne went to his knees next to the bed and started sucking on Mal’s cock. Mal might have said he was going to try to keep from coming, but the fact was, Jayne’s mouth was entirely too talented for him to keep that promise.