(2)(more) fics: Ron/Alan - Firefly rps; Jayne/Wash
thunder_nari requested Ron Glass/Alan Tudyk (!!) and "laughter" or Jayne/Wash and "rap", if I couldn’t manage it.
I took a shot at both :p
Title: near
Fandom: Firefly RPS
Pairing: Ron Glass/Alan Tudyk
Rating: PG
Thinking in terms of should doesn’t really work when it comes to Alan.
Ron knows he should have resisted temptation, that first time the urge had overcome him to cup his hands around Alan’s smiling face and taste his lips. He should have backed away a dozen times since then. But he thinks, most of all, that it shouldn’t be Alan’s laughter that shatters his resolve - each and every time.
Alan is always laughing. Always bright, always cheerful… Ron has always been drawn to that vivacity - that love of life.
But when Alan laughs… The pull becomes unconquerable. And Ron has to touch and taste that joy; feel the vibrations of Alan’s laughter in an embrace, a caress, a kiss. As if he can take a little bit of that light inside himself just by being near it.
[ end. ]
Title: loud
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Jayne/Wash
Rating: NC-17
There’s a rap on the door about ten minutes in.
The rapping becomes pounding after fifteen.
Jayne won’t go scare away whoever it is, and Wash can’t bring himself to press the issue. He can’t answer the hatch himself, and he isn’t entirely certain Jayne wouldn’t announce what they are doing and ask their unwelcome visitor to come back in twenty.
“Gotta relax, little man. Or the captain’s gonna be waitin’ even longer.”
The knowledge that it’s Mal waiting outside is just as thrilling as it is horrific. Wash bites down on his fist even harder, and his cock gives a whole-hearted twitch.
Jayne ignores it. Wash can hardly blame him - he’s barely keeping quiet as it is. Little pants and whimpers keep slipping past his trembling lips.
Jayne’s got a grip on Wash’s thighs that’s gonna bruise, but it’s too late to care. Jayne rocks his hips and Wash writhes atop him and the floor.
“Gorram, you’re tight,” Jayne growls, rocking faster. He moves one hand to Wash’s shoulder, pulling Wash down on him as he thrusts up into him. Wash’s eyes nearly roll back in his head and Jayne isn’t even all the way in yet.
“Don’t… c-call me… little man,” Wash says, because otherwise he’s gonna take his cock in his own hand and scream.
Jayne laughs. Out loud. Wash curls the fingers of his free hand in the hair on Jayne’s chest and drops his head onto Jayne’s shoulder, fist bleeding now, he’s bitten down so hard.
“Oh. I think I can call you just about anything I like right now, little man,” Jayne says in a rough whisper, right against Wash’s ear. “Not like you’re gonna walk away over the wrong words. Not til I’ve taken care of this.”
Jayne flicks the head of Wash’s leaking cock, punctuating the contact with a sharp thrust, and Wash can’t take it. He abandons the attempt to keep quiet, bloody fist falling and reaching to stroke himself, a low moan building at the back of his throat.
Jayne catches him. Bats his hand away like it’s nothing, and takes hold of Wash himself - one long, rough stroke that begins with a brush over Wash’s balls and ends with a squeeze and repeats.
Wash is just too overwhelmed at first to make a noise. Then Jayne thrusts, thrusts, thrusts- And he’s in to the hilt, feeling gorramed larger than Wash had known he’d look - which is simply insane.
And Wash would be screaming if Jayne hadn’t taken hold of the back of his neck and pulled Wash’s head up, sticking his tongue in Wash’s mouth just as it opened.
Wash comes with the force of a twin engine, clutching at Jayne in a way he’s gonna hate himself for after.
But Jayne’s a little too busy to make fun. He’s got those massive arms wrapped around Wash, and if they do this much longer Wash is gonna have to remind him of his strength - or he’s gonna break something with that grip.
Jayne pants in Wash’s ear and Wash’s eyes are rolling up in his head. Jayne’s hips don’t stop rocking, his cock doesn’t stop stretching into Wash, deeper - Wash is sure - than anyone’s ever been. All Wash can do is go with it, weakly rolling into Jayne’s thrusts until Jayne is making a sound less man than bear.
It’s minutes after Jayne has come that Wash realizes the pounding in his head isn’t a heartbeat or an adrenaline rush.
It’s Mal. Still at Jayne’s hatch.
Wash thinks it must be unhealthy, to have the blood in you pumping so fast and then drain so suddenly. He feels a little woozy, but Jayne’s pulling out of him at the same time, so fear and mortification might not be the cause.
Jayne’s chuckling. “Well. I don’t know about you, but I’d say that was worth getting the captain’s panties all in a bunch.”
Wash crawls off of Jayne, wide-eyed and wincing. God, sitting in the cockpit is going to be a bitch.
If Mal doesn’t catch and kill him before he ever sees the bridge again.
“Course,” Jayne continues, pulling on his pants. “’f we don’t want Zoe spacing us at the handiest opportunity… we’d better do this somewhere more private the next time.” Jayne grins. And, gorramit, he even leans over and slaps Wash on the thigh. Then wiggles his eyebrows. “Somewhere we can really make some noise. So’s I don’t have to hold back on ya’ so much.”
“Lao tyen yeh…”
[ end. ]
I took a shot at both :p
Title: near
Fandom: Firefly RPS
Pairing: Ron Glass/Alan Tudyk
Rating: PG
Thinking in terms of should doesn’t really work when it comes to Alan.
Ron knows he should have resisted temptation, that first time the urge had overcome him to cup his hands around Alan’s smiling face and taste his lips. He should have backed away a dozen times since then. But he thinks, most of all, that it shouldn’t be Alan’s laughter that shatters his resolve - each and every time.
Alan is always laughing. Always bright, always cheerful… Ron has always been drawn to that vivacity - that love of life.
But when Alan laughs… The pull becomes unconquerable. And Ron has to touch and taste that joy; feel the vibrations of Alan’s laughter in an embrace, a caress, a kiss. As if he can take a little bit of that light inside himself just by being near it.
[ end. ]
Title: loud
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Jayne/Wash
Rating: NC-17
There’s a rap on the door about ten minutes in.
The rapping becomes pounding after fifteen.
Jayne won’t go scare away whoever it is, and Wash can’t bring himself to press the issue. He can’t answer the hatch himself, and he isn’t entirely certain Jayne wouldn’t announce what they are doing and ask their unwelcome visitor to come back in twenty.
“Gotta relax, little man. Or the captain’s gonna be waitin’ even longer.”
The knowledge that it’s Mal waiting outside is just as thrilling as it is horrific. Wash bites down on his fist even harder, and his cock gives a whole-hearted twitch.
Jayne ignores it. Wash can hardly blame him - he’s barely keeping quiet as it is. Little pants and whimpers keep slipping past his trembling lips.
Jayne’s got a grip on Wash’s thighs that’s gonna bruise, but it’s too late to care. Jayne rocks his hips and Wash writhes atop him and the floor.
“Gorram, you’re tight,” Jayne growls, rocking faster. He moves one hand to Wash’s shoulder, pulling Wash down on him as he thrusts up into him. Wash’s eyes nearly roll back in his head and Jayne isn’t even all the way in yet.
“Don’t… c-call me… little man,” Wash says, because otherwise he’s gonna take his cock in his own hand and scream.
Jayne laughs. Out loud. Wash curls the fingers of his free hand in the hair on Jayne’s chest and drops his head onto Jayne’s shoulder, fist bleeding now, he’s bitten down so hard.
“Oh. I think I can call you just about anything I like right now, little man,” Jayne says in a rough whisper, right against Wash’s ear. “Not like you’re gonna walk away over the wrong words. Not til I’ve taken care of this.”
Jayne flicks the head of Wash’s leaking cock, punctuating the contact with a sharp thrust, and Wash can’t take it. He abandons the attempt to keep quiet, bloody fist falling and reaching to stroke himself, a low moan building at the back of his throat.
Jayne catches him. Bats his hand away like it’s nothing, and takes hold of Wash himself - one long, rough stroke that begins with a brush over Wash’s balls and ends with a squeeze and repeats.
Wash is just too overwhelmed at first to make a noise. Then Jayne thrusts, thrusts, thrusts- And he’s in to the hilt, feeling gorramed larger than Wash had known he’d look - which is simply insane.
And Wash would be screaming if Jayne hadn’t taken hold of the back of his neck and pulled Wash’s head up, sticking his tongue in Wash’s mouth just as it opened.
Wash comes with the force of a twin engine, clutching at Jayne in a way he’s gonna hate himself for after.
But Jayne’s a little too busy to make fun. He’s got those massive arms wrapped around Wash, and if they do this much longer Wash is gonna have to remind him of his strength - or he’s gonna break something with that grip.
Jayne pants in Wash’s ear and Wash’s eyes are rolling up in his head. Jayne’s hips don’t stop rocking, his cock doesn’t stop stretching into Wash, deeper - Wash is sure - than anyone’s ever been. All Wash can do is go with it, weakly rolling into Jayne’s thrusts until Jayne is making a sound less man than bear.
It’s minutes after Jayne has come that Wash realizes the pounding in his head isn’t a heartbeat or an adrenaline rush.
It’s Mal. Still at Jayne’s hatch.
Wash thinks it must be unhealthy, to have the blood in you pumping so fast and then drain so suddenly. He feels a little woozy, but Jayne’s pulling out of him at the same time, so fear and mortification might not be the cause.
Jayne’s chuckling. “Well. I don’t know about you, but I’d say that was worth getting the captain’s panties all in a bunch.”
Wash crawls off of Jayne, wide-eyed and wincing. God, sitting in the cockpit is going to be a bitch.
If Mal doesn’t catch and kill him before he ever sees the bridge again.
“Course,” Jayne continues, pulling on his pants. “’f we don’t want Zoe spacing us at the handiest opportunity… we’d better do this somewhere more private the next time.” Jayne grins. And, gorramit, he even leans over and slaps Wash on the thigh. Then wiggles his eyebrows. “Somewhere we can really make some noise. So’s I don’t have to hold back on ya’ so much.”
“Lao tyen yeh…”
[ end. ]