Big Damn Dog
Big Damn Dog
Pairing: Mal/Jayne (off-screen Inara/Nandi)
Rating: Adult
Guess who is finally having SEX!!!! gorram stubborn men *grumbles*
Previous chapters in reverse order: http://lit-gal.livejournal.com/tag/fic%3A%20firefly%3A%20big%20damn%20dog
Chapter Nine
Jayne’s back was damp with sweat already, his arms straining against the chains, but he wasn’t complaining none as Mal ran his hands up and down Jayne’s over-warmed flesh. He smelled of salt and sweat, two scents Mal associated with hard work and harder sex. Even now his cock was taking an interest.
“You planning on starting back there?” Jayne asked, sounding a good deal more grumpy that Mal really liked.
“If you keep complaining, I’ll find a gag for you.”
“I’d rather have something else in my mouth.”
Jayne’s answer, delivered in such a plain matter-of-fact tone about shook Mal to the core of his being. It also made his cock get so hard so fast that he got a bit of a head rush. “Cao. It’s hard to concentrate when you’re saying shi like that.”
“Why?” Jayne asked, his voice honestly curious as he tried to twist around, but the chains were short enough that he couldn’t manage it.
“Never you mind.” Mal ran his hands over Jayne’s sweat-slicked skin. Having this kind of permission to touch, it was new. Mal had one or two sly relationships during the war, quick handjobs under a blanket that neither of them had admitted in the morning and one young soldier who had begged before rolling over for Mal. But this slow exploration of a man’s strong body-it was new. The short hairs at the back of Jayne’s neck were dark with sweat, and Mal ran his hands over the skin of his shoulders. When Mal’s hands neared Jayne’s neck, Jayne tensed for a moment, his muscles turning to iron under Mal’s hands, but then he relaxed again.
“Worried?”
“Ain’t never known you to kill a man who ain’t fighting you.”
Mal frowned. That wasn’t the answer he’d been looking for. “I wouldn’t kill you, anyway. Cao, you tried turning us in to the Alliance, and I didn’t kill you over that.”
“Why didn’t you?”
Mal’s cock got real uninterested real fast. He knelt up on the bed between Jayne’s open legs, and he wondered how they’d gotten into the conversation.
“Didn’t seem right.”
“It had a few minutes earlier.”
Mal sighed. “This ain’t doing much for your chance of getting sexed,” he warned.
“I figure that ain’t something I have control over.” Jayne was more tense now, but then this was a subject both of them had done a good deal of avoiding.
“You ain’t an easy man, Jayne Cobb.”
“Not like you’re the easiest to cozy up to.”
Mal snorted. That was true enough. “Okay. I opened the door because you stopped fighting me… stopped trying to give excuses, and it didn’t feel right killing a man who was honestly sorry, even if he had made a gorram mess out of things.”
“So, if I go fucking up, you won’t kill me if I don’t fight you?”
Mal sighed and climbed off the bed. He needed to look Jayne in the eye for this. He grabbed a chair and set it next to the bed and straddled it. Jayne watched him with a wariness in his eyes that made Mal wish the man wasn’t chained. But unlocking him didn’t feel right either.
“I don’t like you fucking up,” Mal said slowly.
Jayne snorted. “Ain’t no one in the ‘verse likes it when their crew fucks up.”
“True. But when you go making mistakes, it scares me a little more. When you decide to go and do something wrong, you do a mighty good job of it.”
“So, you ain’t trusting me unless I’m chained? Hard to do my job if’n you keep me in chains, Mal.”
Mal leaned back, shock making his thoughts scatter. Jayne wasn’t even protesting that Mal couldn’t keep him in chains, which was something Mal never had considered. He didn’t truck with slavery. Up until this point, he’d kind of assumed Jayne had the same thoughts on the issue.
“Hadn’t even considered that, Jayne.”
Jayne didn’t answer.
“I guess I’m surprised you’d even think such a think long enough to say that.”
Jayne shrugged awkwardly, the chains cutting the gesture short. “I feel a whole lot safer from your temper like this than I do most times.”
Mal pounced on that. “You don’t feel safe?”
Jayne graced Mal with a look like Mal had just gone and said something particularly stupid, but as far as Mal was concerned, this was new and unexpected information. “Well, cao. Why’d you stick around if you’re so all-fired worried that I’ll space you?”
Jayne didn’t answer. Worse, his face hardened.
Mal leaned forward, resting his arms on the back of the chair. “I ain’t saying I won’t get angry with you if you do something I particularly dislike, but I give you my word that I’ll never hurt you as long as you ain’t fighting.” Mal put every bit of conviction he felt into that promise, and Jayne studied him. “You’re as safe as any of us are, and that ain’t saying much considering the trouble we get ourselves into, but I don’t leave my people behind.”
Jayne didn’t look entirely convinced, but his expression did soften.
“So, why’d you stick around if you were so worried over me?”
Jayne shrugged again. “Ain’t got so many places left that want me.”
It didn’t take a companion to see the fears just under Jayne’s skin. “Well we want you. Without you and River, this fight would have had a whole different sort of ending, and at least when I give an order, I can trust you to carry it out. I ain’t sure what River has in her head most days, but I’m fairly sure I don’t want to know.”
“I know I don’t. Moonbrain may be scary as all hell with a gun, but she’s still crazy.”
“Oh yeah. Crazy and a straight-shooter, and a woman. I don’t reckon any of us should sleep at night.” Mal watched as Jayne’s expression softened.
“So, are you still planning on some sexing happening, or are you just leaving me tied up like this?” Jayne asked.
“Considering that I’m supposed to be the captain, you do spend a significant amount of time trying to tell me what to do.”
“I wouldn’t if’n you’d start doing something.”
“You bitch like a woman, Jayne.”
“You ain’t fucking me like one, though. Jesus, Mal, are you waiting for one of them engraved invitations?”
Mal stood up and pushed the chair out of his way. “Turn over,” Mal ordered, getting his hands under Jayne’s hip and lifting to help Jayne turn. The chains didn’t give Jayne a whole lot of working room, and Mal didn’t plan on loosening them up any. Fact was, he liked the feeling of Jayne Cobb helpless under him. It took some shoving, but Mal got Jayne turned onto his back and then unbuttoned his pants. Jayne watched, his eyes half shut.
By the time Mal got Jayne’s pants open, Jayne’s cock was starting to get hard, and Mal’s was a good deal harder than that. Actually, it was a bit of an insult that Jayne wasn’t more interested, but as Mal pulled Jayne’s pants and underwear off, he made a plan to fix that. Mal crawled up onto Jayne. Even though Jayne was larger than him, it was hard to not feel bigger than a man he’d put in chains.
Jayne’s eyes opened a little wider. “You planning on getting naked?”
“Nope,” Mal answered as he lowered his weight onto Jayne’s cock and considered the bare chest laid out in front of him. Jayne was muscled, hair scattered across his chest with small hard nipples. Mal pressed down into Jayne’s cock, and Jayne hissed and pressed his head back into the pillow. Mal smiled. That was a sight he could learn to enjoy.
Mal leaned in closer, feeling the short chest hairs tickle his face as he took the pebbled nipple in his mouth and sucked. Jayne bucked under him, and Mal only sucked harder, enjoying the feel of Jayne getting truly hard now. That was more like it. If he was going to bed someone, he was going to make sure his partner was wild with lust first. There weren’t nothing worse than a bored lover. Jayne bucked harder, and Mal lost contact with the nipple. Leaning down, he nipped at the skin, and Jayne let out a soft string of curses, his cock harder than ever.
“Fuck Mal, I ain’t some girl you gotta tease into letting you sex her up.”
“And you’re going to get gagged if you don’t shut up and let me enjoy this.”
Jayne grunted but he didn’t make any more complaints as Mal turned his attention to the other nipple. Jayne started cursing for fair at that, digging his heels into the bed and squirming around so much Mal had to put some real muscle into holding him in place. When he was finished torturing Jayne’s nipples, Mal pushed himself up onto his arms and studied Jayne’s face. He was red, sweat staining his hair and his arms straining against the restraints, and that was more like it.
Mal knelt up and unzipped his pants, taking it in hand and rubbing it slowly.
Jayne watched him with an expression that came real close to hunger, his own neglected cock hard against his stomach. Mal took a second to reach out for Jayne’s cock-to trace the heavy vein with a finger before stroking the tip of Jayne’s cock where precum had started to leak. The whole bed creaked dangerously as Jayne fought the chains, his hips rising up in the air as he shoved himself and Mal right up into the air, but all Mal had to do was move his hand away, and Jayne was helpless. He could only thrust up into empty air.
“Ching-wah tsao duh liou mahng,” Jayne complained loudly.
“Watch your mouth or I might not finish up here,” Mal warned. The look Jayne gave him might have killed a lesser man. Mal just grinned. When Jayne’s glare turned even meaner, Mal laughed. True, he also reached for the lube from the bedside table since he didn’t intend to torture Jayne more than strictly necessary. However, Mal was enjoying this a whole lot more than he would have anticipated.
Jayne widened his legs in invitation, planting his feet on the bed so that his hips angled just right to give Mal access.
“You done this before?”
“I already said I had. I ain’t no virgin, Mal.”
“Well then, I suggest you not tell me about it,” Mal suggested.
Jayne got a real confused look on his face.
“I’m a mite bit possessive and jealous and downright unreasonable when it comes to lovers. I would suggest that you not take another lover, mention another lover or even go thinking on one too much,” Mal added. The second the words were out, Mal regretted them. It wasn’t that he hadn’t spoken the truth, because he had, but most people didn’t take kindly to that kind of ultimatum. Jayne, however, just smiled.
“As long as I’m getting sexed, I ain’t got cause to go looking for anything more.”
“Is that a demand?” Mal asked in mock outrage, but as Jayne opened his mouth, Mal slipped two slicked fingers into Jayne’s asshole, pushing to get past the tight opening.
“Shun-sheng duh gao-wahn.” Jayne threw back his head as he gasped out the curse. Mal wasn’t convinced that either of them had holy testicles, but it was nice to know he could reduce Jayne to such random profanity. Jayne pushed his hips up, opening himself further, and Mal slid his fingers in and out, his other hand stroking over the hard muscles of Jayne’s leg.
“Have mercy and fuck me, Mal.”
“Maybe I just enjoy hearing you beg some.”
“I’ll beg as much as you want if you get your gorram prick up inside me before I fucking explode.”
It wasn’t exactly the same as a normal person’s begging, but Mal figured that was as close to begging as Jayne came. Mal pushed his fingers all the way in and felt for the small prostate as he took the head of Jayne’s cock in his mouth. Mal never had figured on ever doing this for any man, but watching Jayne suffer was too much fun. Even the hard throbbing in his own cock couldn’t convince him to cut this short.
“Mal, fuck me already. I ain’t kidding.”
Mal pulled off Jayne’s cock and enjoyed the sight in front of him. Jayne shimmered with sweat, his hard muscles bunched under the skin as he strained against the cuffs, his heels pushing his hips up into the air. Jayne had closed his eyes, but as Mal took his mouth off that very impressive cock, they popped open.
“Fuck Mal, please,” he begged. “If’n there’s something you’re wanting from me, just tell me, but fuck me already. My prick’s going to fall off.”
“I want you, Jayne Cobb.”
“You got me. You got me chained to a fucking bed in a whore house. There ain’t no way to get me any more than that.”
“And as much as I am enjoying watching you squirm, I’m starting to think that I might want to chain you to my bunk on the Serenity and keep you there.”
“If’n I got fucked, I wouldn’t complain. Mal, don’t make me beg anymore.”
Mal closed his eyes as he finally understood just how much power Jayne had given him. Jayne would beg. Jayne would become whatever Mal wanted. But all Mal wanted was Jayne Cobb, and Jayne was not the sort of man you made beg. Grabbing a pillow, Mal shoved it under Jayne’s ass before he took his erection in hand and slicked himself. He hadn’t gotten more than two fingers in, but Jayne weren’t no delicate flower. Mal wasn’t about to go treating him like one. If Jayne wanted a good fucking, Mal was going to give it to him.
He pushed in carefully at first, wincing a little at the tightness as the head of his cock slipped back the hard ring of muscle. Jayne’s words vanished under a string of little grunts, his legs coming around Mal and trying to pull him closer. The heat of Jayne’s body was a furnace as Mal started pushing in, his body remembering this dance, even if it had been years since he’d been with a man. He might not be sly, but he sure was glad Jayne was because Mal had missed how tight a man could be, and the way that he didn’t have to go being careful the way he did with a woman’s body.
Mal pulled back a little and then slammed into Jayne hard enough that skin slapped against skin.
“Fuck yes. Yes.” Jayne’s words were punctuated with more of those grunts of his.
Mal started thrusting harder, his fingers pressing into Jayne’s thighs as he sought more traction. Jayne’s words gave out, and Mal found himself moaning with every thrust into that hot, tight hole. Jayne tried to squirm, but between Mal’s cock spearing him and the chains, he couldn’t really do much moving. All he could do was arch and curve his back as his body stiffened.
Letting go of one of Jayne’s legs, Mal caught Jayne’s cock in a slicked hand, fisting it tightly for only a second before Jayne bellowed, his whole body spasming as he started to come. His legs stiffened and his whole body tensed up so much that Mal pulled out, his own erection still rock hard. With a long sigh, Jayne seemed to finish, his come making his stomach wet, and Mal thrust back into that hole again. He buried himself up to the root in Jayne, his thrusts wild and uncoordinated as his own orgasm drew near. Then Jayne tightened his ass, and Mal was coming, trying to press himself deeper and deeper into that trapped body below him. Eventually his orgasm passed, the intensity of it almost painful as Mal’s cock slipped free of Jayne’s body. Mal dropped to all fours onto the bed so that he hovered over Jayne’s body.
“Good fuck,” Jayne grunted.
Right. This was Jayne, not some woman who would expect petting and soft words. Mal let his weight fall onto Jayne. Jayne oophed as he landed, but he didn’t complain as Mal lay there soaking up Jayne’s heat and struggling to get his breath back. “Great fuck,” Mal agreed blearily. He was tired enough to sleep for a month. He hadn’t realized how wearing this whole Jayne situation was… not until he’d found a way to fix it.
“If’n you fuck that good all the time, I wouldn’t even mind being chained to your bunk.”
“Give me time, I can do better,” Mal promised. He didn’t know if he could deliver, but he promised anyway. And then he started fading off into sleep. Jayne made an uncomfortable mattress, so he slid to one side, his leg and arm still sprawled over Jayne as he let himself fall into a blissful sleep.