For Suaine....
*smooches* You're an evil woman...
This isn't what he was expecting. Really.
Hell, when he first came onboard, he expected to be getting off somewhere he could be safe.
Simon has never been safe.
At least, not from him. Not from the man whose hands he watches and ponders. They're oddly attractive, for hands. And Simon wonders if his hands could look like that. Or if Mal's are just special.
They are special, of course. In the way they make him feel when they're wrapped around his cock. Or in his hair, or rubbing his back, naked skin to sweaty flesh. And Mal always comes first (which must also be a specialty of his). Not that Simon's complaining.
His own hands seem to flutter, sometimes, and he wonders if the nerves are all sham. He can make Mal gasp in surprise, and the power of that moment sometimes makes him wonder if he could rule the universe.
Decree and make law and lock himself in a room with Malcolm Reynolds and his hands.
Simon Tam never thought of himself as a petty man, but there's a lot he'll do to have those hands on him. Right there. Like that. And, God, Mal, don't stop.
Never stop.
Because stopping might mean something.
Or maybe he just expects that it will.
This isn't what he was expecting. Really.
Hell, when he first came onboard, he expected to be getting off somewhere he could be safe.
Simon has never been safe.
At least, not from him. Not from the man whose hands he watches and ponders. They're oddly attractive, for hands. And Simon wonders if his hands could look like that. Or if Mal's are just special.
They are special, of course. In the way they make him feel when they're wrapped around his cock. Or in his hair, or rubbing his back, naked skin to sweaty flesh. And Mal always comes first (which must also be a specialty of his). Not that Simon's complaining.
His own hands seem to flutter, sometimes, and he wonders if the nerves are all sham. He can make Mal gasp in surprise, and the power of that moment sometimes makes him wonder if he could rule the universe.
Decree and make law and lock himself in a room with Malcolm Reynolds and his hands.
Simon Tam never thought of himself as a petty man, but there's a lot he'll do to have those hands on him. Right there. Like that. And, God, Mal, don't stop.
Never stop.
Because stopping might mean something.
Or maybe he just expects that it will.