Firefly: Simon/Jayne: emotions-Hope
Title: Ain’t always so cold, out in the Black 5/5
Author/Artist: wildannuette
Theme: 5 stages of love challenge. This last one is Hope.
Rating: NC-17 for smut/sap etc
Pairing: Simon/Jayne
Summary: Jayne and Simon’s relationship moves to a different level whilst Mal takes a good look at everything around him.
Author's Notes: Thanks to kitsunesan for betaing for me. Translations are in mouse over.
Previous parts found here:
Envy
Regret
Surprise
Compassion
Eight months after Miranda
Could you find another manner of flirting with me that isn’t quite so aggravating?
Strange the manner and speed of which some things change, the change sometimes startling and unexpected, and at other times completely unrealised. Almost amazing how words said so sarcastically, tinged with hope even though the speaker believes himself resigned to rejection, can have such an impact.
Simon hadn’t been expecting much when he’d spoken them, unbeknownst to Jayne spurned on by Kaylee’s observations and his own desire for them to be accurate, yet he’d taken the chance. Put the past behind them and moved them onto something Jayne had never expected- a relationship. At first Jayne had wanted a rut, or two, possibly three he’d told himself when their encounters became more frequent and less than just repeatable offences. Simple rutting soon became complicated with the need for things Jayne never expected to find himself wanting and had always steered clear of, knowing how dangerous they could be.
The moment he’d stopped using ‘doc’ in front of the rest of the crew and used ‘Simon’ instead, the day Simon had come to him freely and stayed the night, the second Simon had defended him, Jayne Cobb, as his choice of partner to Mal. Hell, even the time his scary-ass sister had stopped acting crazy and been half-civil and all shades of sane.
Complication- Simon is the embodiment of the word and then some. Before Simon, Jayne’s life had been simple, concentrating on the simple pleasures of food, sex and money. So long as he had one or the other of them he’d been happy, more so if he had all three.
Could you at please be civil, or at least put that tongue to better uses?
The words echo in Jayne’s mind, Simon’s annoyed and indignant question bringing a smile to his lips even now. There’d only been one reply to that, one true to form bona fide reply that Jayne could muster as he’d closed the distance between them and pulled Simon into a deep kiss. He’d meant it to be hard, almost a challenge, and something sure to have Simon pushing him away as scathing comments flew from his lips. But Simon had kissed back just as aggressively, wanting and taking and surprising Jayne. Turning ideas around, making Jayne want more just as he continued to do every damn day.
Making him do things he’d never dreamt of doing before meeting Simon rutting Tam.
Tongue unconsciously teasing over the sensitive skin in front of him, Simon’s groan brings Jayne back to reality, his tongue dashing up and over Simon’s balls as his mouth closes over his cock, pulling a delicious whimper from the doctor’s barely parted lips. It isn’t right of him to zone out like that, to tease Simon to such a point that he is pushing back on Jayne’s fingers inside him, impatient and greedy and needing, something Jayne’s more than willing to rectify now. Then again, it ain’t right for the man to show up all fancified and dressed up, not thinking that Jayne would want to muss him up some.
It is more than a shame, closer to sacrilege to have his attention wander when Simon is so desperate and aroused, looking less respectable and gentlemanly as he arches his hips pushing back against Jayne’s fingers, as barely muttered threats and pleas leave his lips. Wanton and acting on the impulse of his own desires as hands grope for Jayne, buttocks clenching as Jayne rewards him with a quick sweep across his prostate, hips thrusting forward, torn between Jayne’s exploring fingers and his very willing mouth.
A willing mouth Jayne is putting to good use, tongue sweeping over the head of Simon’s cock as he wraps his lips around it, sucking the throbbing length deep into his mouth as he stretches and prepares Simon. Not the easiest position for them to be in, Simon half leant over Jayne’s mouth his legs astride his neck, and certainly not one Jayne’s ever likely to be distracted from again. The view’s just too good, seeing Simon at this angle, all open and eager and impatient. Body so obviously needy, yet managing to hold onto enough control not to need Jayne’s hands stilling his hips, stopping his thrusts deepening. Eyes closed, Jayne’s name murmured alongside the curses, hands gripping at wall of Jayne’s bunk, Jayne can feel a tremble vibrating through Simon’s legs.
Wo de ma, Simon’s going to be the death of him; the taste of the man isn’t enough, seeing his body so flushed and aroused, hands strained and groping for Jayne, needing to feel and touch and make real. Simon, so debauched and shameless, not stifling his sounds nor holding back on his needs and now Jayne’s the one who’s groaning, cock throbbing in appreciation and desire alike. Jayne’s hands caress up Simon’s legs, gripping his hips firmly and pushing him back, making his intentions clear and driving Simon to respond.
And respond he does, making Jayne grin at his eagerness as Simon wriggles down his body, legs astride Jayne’s hips. Warm, skilful hands stroke over Jayne’s cock, driving the man to curl fingers in his blanket as Simon takes his time lubing and teasing, repaying Jayne for his lack of concentration and extended foreplay. Now Jayne’s the one groaning, pressing back against the blanket and holding back on appreciating and immersing himself in the sensation; it might be good, but it’s nothing compared to what’s coming next.
Luckily patience isn’t Simon’s virtue, at least not in the bedroom; mayhap in the infirmary but not here, not now, and certainly not with Jayne. He’s placing oily hands on Jayne’s hips, pushing himself back up and aligning them. But Jayne’s feeling a mite evil himself now, thrusting very slightly, his cock slipping from Simon’s fingers and nestling between his buttocks and Simon’s suddenly very, very still even as Jayne grasps his hips and pulls him down, trapping his own cock between Simon’s buttocks.
Shame sexin’ doesn’t completely addle his brains; ain’t wantin’ him thinkin’ right now, wantin’ him feeling.
Jayne pushes himself up with one hand, Simon astride his waist as he sits up, mouth claiming Simon’s in a deep kiss that leaves them both panting. Jayne’s got himself in a better position now, one that’s he’s enjoying; much as it spoils his view of Simon’s body, it lets him kiss the doctor. His tongue sweeps over the inside of Simon’s lips, tangling with the doctors own for a moment as he explores every inch of his mouth, feeling Simon groan against him, mouth muffling the sounds of pleasure from both of them. His hands are caressing Simon’s skin, enjoying the smoothness beneath his fingers, the slight tremor in Simon’s buttocks as he cups them and rocks against the man, cock rubbing over the entrance to Simon’s body as Simon’s twitches in response against his belly. Jayne is happy to keep up the foreplay at least until Simon clenches his buttocks, a hot flush racing through Jayne as friction embraces him, drawing the heat from his belly to his balls and sending all thoughts of anything but sliding inside Simon straight from his mind.
“Ai ya, Simon, can’t expect me to be holdin’ back now.” Jayne’s impressed at how level he’s kept his voice, as he murmurs against Simon’s ear. “Ain’t much of a date if we don’t ever get to leaving my bunk.”
Simon’s response is less than verbose, choosing to turn his head and nip at Jayne’s lips, hard enough to send a tingle straight through Jayne. Now Simon’s getting all aggressive, making Jayne grin around the kisses as Simon eagerly attacks his lips, pushing up on his knees in invitation as the friction lessens and Jayne’s hand slips between them. Fingers searching, thumb rubbing for a moment against the entrance to Simon’s body and drawing a muffled grumble from the doctor as he pushes back against it, impatient and un-hesitant to show it.
Jayne’s grinning. This is a side to Simon that he likes, one that is never a complication or issue, one that he’s only too happy to satisfy. One hand guiding Simon down, letting the doctor set his own pace as he lines up his throbbing length, Jayne bites back a moan as he feels Simon’s body nudging against him, a gasp coming to the doctor’s lips as he slowly slides down. There’s a slight resistance at first and then a deep warm heat encasing Jayne, inch by inch, drawing him in and gripping at him. It’s taking all of Jayne’s control not to thrust up and sheath himself completely in Simon, so he distracts himself by staring at the man. Watching Simon’s eyes close, a hiss on his lips, pure pleasure crossing his face as he eases down, letting his body slowly adjust.
So slowly it’s almost tormenting for the both of them, but after what seems like an age Simon’s sitting on his lap, buttocks firmly pressed and resting against Jayne, and then Jayne does move. Hands gripping at Simon’s buttocks, lifting his lover and aiding Simon’s movements, thrusting up to meet his downward actions, his eyes never once leaving Simon’s face. There’s nothing better than this and each and every time, the memory and thought of Simon burns into Jayne’s mind all the deeper.
Simon’s clenching around him, rocking forward, wanting the friction that Jayne’s body brings to his cock, impulsively gripping at Jayne’s shoulders as his mouth latches onto the skin of his neck. Now there’s no place for more teasing as Simon’s tongue dashes down Jayne’s neck, sending a shiver straight down the man’s spine, one that becomes a shudder as Simon fastens his teeth over the sensitive skin and bites down hard. The groan that comes to Jayne’s lips is involuntary as heat swells in his belly, causing him to grip Simon’s hips and slam him down as he thrusts up, feeling the warm muscle clench around him, pulling the heat more and making his cock throb. Simon’s biting down harder, fingers digging into Jayne’s shoulder as his mouth and teeth suck at Jayne’s skin and Jayne’s not holding back, not when Simon’s wanting it harder. It’s not always that the doctor’s wanting it so raw and rough, hands clawing at Jayne as his teeth graze over all the spot that makes Jayne moan, and Jayne’s not about to hold back.
Pulling Simon straight down onto his lap, Jayne nudges at the side of his head with his cheek, drawing Simon’s gaze to him, removing those dangerously skilful lips from his skin and capturing them in a searing kiss as he rolls them over. Jayne’s had enough of the teasing, and if Simon’s wanting it hard, all the better- about time the boy felt everything Jayne has to offer, even if it is only in the last few moments because the teasing’s been just too good. His hair’s still too neat anyway, even if the rest of him’s all mussed and messy.
Simon’s lying under him, sheepish smile to his lips as Jayne breaks the kiss and stares down at him, hesitating for a moment before Simon, impossible man that he is, arches his hips, pushing back and clenching around Jayne, all the while maintaining the most innocent expression Jayne’s ever seen.
Ain’t right for him to be so pretty and so damned cunnin’ all at once.
Jayne smirks, making the innocent look on Simon’s face flicker, reigning in his control and the desire to pound Simon into the mattress enough to rotate his hips, snapping them forward in a deep thrust as Simon groans, fingers digging into Jayne’s shoulders. Jayne will be damned if that look’s not worth more than all the three simple pleasure he likes combined, and he’ll be more damned if he’s about to stop or hold back. Instead he pulls them half-off the bed, Simon still on his back, buttocks half-off the bed as Jayne leans over him and grips his leg, pushing it back far as he knows Simon can take it. This time as he thrusts in Simon’s wriggling against him, stomach contracting and eyes clenching shut as a moan is pulled from his lips. Doesn’t do much more than spur Jayne on, gripping his other leg and forcing it back too, pulling almost all the way out of Simon’s body and slamming back in again, cock thrusting harshly against Simon’s prostate.
Jayne’s not being evil nor teasing as he sets up a rhythm, despite Simon‘s curses to the contrary; pounding into Simon again and again, making Simon writhe against him, making him call out all kinds of appreciative and nonsensical things that send arousal straight through Jayne, making him thrust that little bit harder. He’s biting back a groan now himself, feeling Simon squeeze and tighten around him, watching his face contort and body writhe against his own, Simon’s cock pink and straining, needing just that little bit more that Jayne’s not about to give him. Instead Jayne nudges one of Simon’s legs onto his shoulders, releasing the calf to grip the base of Simon’s aching cock. The touch should have had the doctor feeling his release but Jayne’s pinching cleverly now, denying Simon what he most needs as his cock assaults the doctor’s prostate, sending wave after wave of sensation through Simon, making him gasp and pant, translating what he feels to Jayne as he clenches around his lover.
Gritting his teeth, Jayne can feel his own need pushing at him, clawing white-hot up from his balls and swirling in a mass of heat up his cock as he thrusts and now he’s not about to deny Simon, is working his hand over the doctor’s cock, pulling his release and a shout from Simon. If the clenching around Jayne’s cock isn’t enough to pull his release from him Simon’s shout is, his name called in such hoarse fervour as Simon thrusts into his fist, his seed spilling over Jayne’s finger as heat, pleasure and friction all combines into one overwhelming sensation which pulls Jayne’s own release from him.
Thrusting and shuddering through his orgasm, Jayne wipes shaky and sticky fingers on Simon’s leg as he collapses onto him, having just enough strength to roll them up the bed and pull Simon close. Heady and tired, still panting as his cock slips out of Simon, drawing a grumble from his lips and a matching groan from Simon’s. Jayne isn’t surprised to see Simon’s half passed out, slight smile on his face, his eyes closed and fingers barely groping as he nuzzles his face into the crook of Jayne’s neck. In fact, he’s feeling close to it himself, all energy lost in the furious coupling, wanting to relax and relish the afterglow, maybe even grab some sleep as Simon is.
It puts a smirk on Jayne’s face though that he’s made the doctor pass out, gave him so much pleasure and such a fast release that Simon’s been overwhelmed by it, but the smirk slips slightly as Simon snuggles against him, murmuring something Jayne knows he isn’t meaning to say, something Jayne shouldn’t rightly be hearing. But they’re words Jayne can’t miss and can’t deny himself, words he’s not been waiting for or wanting on. Not needing the reassurance in that way, not needing the complication. But he’s not feeling an overwhelming desire to run away either.
Ain’t calling him on them though, just words spilled out at likely wrong time. I ain’t gettin’ into this just yet less I know he means it.
The sexin’s made Simon less fancy, more mussed, and whilst Jayne wants to believe it’s made his brains half-addled too, the muttered, half-asleep apology Simon gives as Jayne reaches down and wipes the stickiness from between them away tells him the doctor’s still all there. Manners still impeccable, despite being rutted half unconscious.
“What the hell? I ain’t one for pretty words and the like Simon, but I’ll say ‘em here once and all truthful.” Jayne’s still holding Simon close, knowing from the man’s breathing that he’s not quite asleep yet, guessing he can hear the words because Simon’s suddenly so very still in his arms. Jayne’s not about to make any deep confessions or get all romanced and wussed up, but he’s not a coward, and if Simon isn’t running, he’s got no need to.
Only got a need if I’m chasin’ after him. The thought makes Jayne grin as he rests his cheek on the top of Simon’s head, drinking in the scent of him. “Can’t say I’m one for constant yammerin’, but that don’t make it any the less true. You, Simon Tam, have got inside my ruttin’ head an’ soul and’ I ain’t letting’ you go, ‘cos I love you.” Jayne shifts uncomfortably as he finishes speaking, coughing and clearing his throat.
He can see Simon’s smile as he leans in for kiss, see the flush on his cheeks as Simon murmurs back, “And I you.” But the words aren’t needed now, replaced by knowing as Simon’s legs intertwine with Jayne’s, bodies seeming more as one than two as they both drift into a contented slumber, uninterrupted till the ‘Verse throws morning their way.
*********
Would say I seen it all now but Tien knows what go-se the ‘Verse would throw our way if’n I tempted it like that.
Mal winces at the thought as he rubs his head, swallowing the yawn as he steps into the galley. The rest of his crew is already there, all ready to start eating and Mal’s more than a touch surprised they haven’t started yet, especially as it’s River doing the cooking, looking surprisingly sane and proving once more that she’s a genius in everything as she serves up something looking more akin to real food than mush.
None of them are paying much attention to him save glancing up and tossing him a smile, though River’s standing by his side, holding the pot as Mal takes his place at the head of the table, spooning food onto his plate. For a moment Mal pauses, wondering if it’s someone’s birthday or some occasion for a speech or other, but no one’s even looking at him let alone quieting, just taking from the pot as River passes it down.
“River’s the one that kept us waiting, Sir. Said it was bad manners to start without the Captain, especially when he’s likely to have some news for us all.”
Zoe’s words cut into Mal’s confusion and he glances at her, seeing amusement on her face for a moment before she turns back to her conversation with Kaylee. Sometimes I wonder if this is my gorram ship anymore. Mal can’t help grinning as he raises a forkful of food to River in mock-salute, watching a smile sweep over her face as she sits carefully down, hands folding over her cutlery and waiting for him to start. How the di yu she stopped Jayne eating ‘fore I got here, I ain’t never gonna want to know.
Savouring the food as he chews it, Mal’s unsurprised to find it tastes as good as it looks. But when he swallows and reaches for another, he is surprised to see all their eyes on him.
“What?” Mal rolls his eyes. “Got a job, we’ll discuss it after dong ma? Just get eatin’. Wouldn’t want River’s mighty fine efforts wasted.”
River’s beaming at that, and one by one each of his crew tuck it. Except Jayne, who waits a moment longer, a smile on his face. Close to a smirk as Jayne breaks off some bread and bites into it.
Little albatross was getting better, day by day. Less crazy since Miranda, though a touch disturbing with her smarts and blunt mouth, choosing to say things that shouldn’t always be heard and then looking a touch embarrassed at it after. Good damn pilot, though for all her skills Mal would rather it be Wash at his helm, but River seems less fragmented and more like the woman she should be day by day.
“Hell, we ain’t standin’ on service Mal, just all waitin’ to see if it kills you or if she’s been usin’ anything questionable in the cookin’.” Jayne’s laugh is cut off as Simon elbows him in his side, drawing a ‘hey’ and glower from the merc.
An’ if that ain’t an odd relationship I don’t know what is. Mal bites into the bread, his eyes drifting from the bantering couple, around the table at each of his crew. There were faces worn by tension and stress, laughter finally and genuinely seeming to come back, and there were crew missing. Those Mal called friends and would always remain a part of his crew whether there or not, having made their mark on Serenity and the rest of them alike. Unforgettable, the pain of remembering had lessened a touch.
Zoe, who’s smiling with both her eyes and her lips now, still healing steadily, though she gets bad days. Days when Mal knows she blames each and everyone of them, days in which he’s heard her muted rantings through the bunk walls, where she’s cursed all of them and herself and even Wash for daring leave her. But there have been times Mal’s heard nothing at all and can only guess sleep has started to come easier.
Always a rocky road but Zoe, like Serenity, keeps on moving forward, not wallowing in the past.
Kaylee’s a good person for her to be talking too, always holding a smile on her face, the eternal optimist of them all, and much as that kind of attitude usually irks Mal, it doesn’t when it’s Kaylee.
Girl ain’t playing the martyr or afraid to say if ’n when she’s feeling less then happy, so when she is happy, it’s more than damn infectious an’ genuine.
Kaylee lost the sparkle for a while, grieving for Wash and Book and then finding out where Simon’s intentions lay. Much as he respects and is fond of Simon now, Mal’s not sure he’ll ever lose the slight urge to thrash him for all the uncertainty and hurt he put Kaylee through by not being honest, even if the two of them are happier just as friends. Still, Mal’s sure if he ever tried to make good on his urge, much as the inclination wavers whenever Simon opens his mouth, be it to smile or talk, he’ll be having to watch his, back Jayne being ready to stick it to him for daring.
Mal can’t say he was happy at first seeing all the signs, the possible trauma that a relationship between Simon and Jayne could have brought; could well have been bad for the both of them and turned an already shaky crew upside down. Yet he was surprised how quickly his mind had been changed on that front, or how slowly according to some others, though to Mal half a year isn’t slow, especially given the insanity the idea had originally brought.
Neither man weakened by being together despite the bumps Mal saw and predicted coming true. Jayne’s still just as confident, just as sure fire, and less than smart, more like aggravating at times to Mal. Where Simon’s dirtied some, Jayne’s not gotten all that much cleaner, but definitely happier, less grouchy at times, and more accepting of Serenity and the crew she holds
Jayne ain’t softened none, thank Tien. Fact, I think Simon may be only increasing his smarts, makin’ him more dangerous if he ever turns against me. Still, I ain’t seein’ that day coming anymore. Jayne’s got his pleasures an’ got his coin an’ he don’t seem willin’ to give either up, or lose it.
And lose it, Mal’s sure Jayne would should he turn on him. Not arrogant to see that Simon would stand by him- the doctor’s questioned many a time, but he isn’t disloyal, and much as he’s not indebted he’s part of a crew, part of a family. That’s something Mal’s sure neither one’s wanting to give up.
Lookin’ a lot more like crew now than passenger. Ain’t got him loosing the manner nor the shirts, but vests are gone, and the boy’s gone a shade more dirty- somethin’ he was in need of.
Simon’s grinning at Jayne now, something unspoken passing between them that puts a leer on Jayne’s face and brings a blush to Simon’s cheeks. If that ain’t all manner of disturbing… Mal lowers his eyes but he knows what he’s seen. Not sure if anyone else has seen it, though River’s giggle at the wonder brings Mal’s eyes to her briefly. He doubts any kind of public declaration, save one that would possibly involve pointing Vera at Mal if he makes noise over his observations, but Mal knows what he‘s seen, and hard as it is for him to accept, it’s love.
Would have made play if it wasn’t for Inara. Ain’t sure that would be right though, seein’ ‘em now. Jayne an’ me, like two damn rocks, ain’t getting nothing but a lot of clashes, likely not even a decent rut we’d be clashin’ so much. Simon…he’s easy on the eyes, most likely good in the sack, but he’d be complicating matters that shouldn’t. Would be too easy to use him when he deserves fallin’ for.
The image of both of them still burned in his mind, left over from months before. Jayne pleasuring Simon, a look of sublime pleasure on the doctor’s face as he did, Jayne giving more than Mal expected he would. Equal in bed, as a relationship, and not all one-sided, which ashamedly Mal had been surprised at.
If I weren’t so heated up over Inara… Can’t help but envy what they’ve found, but I ain’t thinking’ no more of regrets- man’s got to live life as he sees fits, not get stuck in the past.
Not stuck in a rut neither, might be time for Mal to break away from his own worries and take a chance, and maybe fate will throw him the same luck it did Jayne and Simon. His eyes drift to Inara, taking in her regal countenance, the way her eyes flick from River to him and the blush that stains her cheeks. There’s an optimism in her eyes that Mal can clearly see, one that makes him think on and wonder. Inara’s always been a mystery to him, seeming to hide behind things, though Mal can’t say he’s been any better. But now she’s not so aloof, her continued residence on board Serenity giving Mal hope that maybe Fate and the ‘Verse are playing a helping hand in giving him the chance he should have acted on sooner.
Raising his glass, Mal feels a tinge of inspiration as they all turn to him. “Here’s wishin’ there’s hope for us all.”
Author/Artist: wildannuette
Theme: 5 stages of love challenge. This last one is Hope.
Rating: NC-17 for smut/sap etc
Pairing: Simon/Jayne
Summary: Jayne and Simon’s relationship moves to a different level whilst Mal takes a good look at everything around him.
Author's Notes: Thanks to kitsunesan for betaing for me. Translations are in mouse over.
Previous parts found here:
Envy
Regret
Surprise
Compassion
Eight months after Miranda
Could you find another manner of flirting with me that isn’t quite so aggravating?
Strange the manner and speed of which some things change, the change sometimes startling and unexpected, and at other times completely unrealised. Almost amazing how words said so sarcastically, tinged with hope even though the speaker believes himself resigned to rejection, can have such an impact.
Simon hadn’t been expecting much when he’d spoken them, unbeknownst to Jayne spurned on by Kaylee’s observations and his own desire for them to be accurate, yet he’d taken the chance. Put the past behind them and moved them onto something Jayne had never expected- a relationship. At first Jayne had wanted a rut, or two, possibly three he’d told himself when their encounters became more frequent and less than just repeatable offences. Simple rutting soon became complicated with the need for things Jayne never expected to find himself wanting and had always steered clear of, knowing how dangerous they could be.
The moment he’d stopped using ‘doc’ in front of the rest of the crew and used ‘Simon’ instead, the day Simon had come to him freely and stayed the night, the second Simon had defended him, Jayne Cobb, as his choice of partner to Mal. Hell, even the time his scary-ass sister had stopped acting crazy and been half-civil and all shades of sane.
Complication- Simon is the embodiment of the word and then some. Before Simon, Jayne’s life had been simple, concentrating on the simple pleasures of food, sex and money. So long as he had one or the other of them he’d been happy, more so if he had all three.
Could you at please be civil, or at least put that tongue to better uses?
The words echo in Jayne’s mind, Simon’s annoyed and indignant question bringing a smile to his lips even now. There’d only been one reply to that, one true to form bona fide reply that Jayne could muster as he’d closed the distance between them and pulled Simon into a deep kiss. He’d meant it to be hard, almost a challenge, and something sure to have Simon pushing him away as scathing comments flew from his lips. But Simon had kissed back just as aggressively, wanting and taking and surprising Jayne. Turning ideas around, making Jayne want more just as he continued to do every damn day.
Making him do things he’d never dreamt of doing before meeting Simon rutting Tam.
Tongue unconsciously teasing over the sensitive skin in front of him, Simon’s groan brings Jayne back to reality, his tongue dashing up and over Simon’s balls as his mouth closes over his cock, pulling a delicious whimper from the doctor’s barely parted lips. It isn’t right of him to zone out like that, to tease Simon to such a point that he is pushing back on Jayne’s fingers inside him, impatient and greedy and needing, something Jayne’s more than willing to rectify now. Then again, it ain’t right for the man to show up all fancified and dressed up, not thinking that Jayne would want to muss him up some.
It is more than a shame, closer to sacrilege to have his attention wander when Simon is so desperate and aroused, looking less respectable and gentlemanly as he arches his hips pushing back against Jayne’s fingers, as barely muttered threats and pleas leave his lips. Wanton and acting on the impulse of his own desires as hands grope for Jayne, buttocks clenching as Jayne rewards him with a quick sweep across his prostate, hips thrusting forward, torn between Jayne’s exploring fingers and his very willing mouth.
A willing mouth Jayne is putting to good use, tongue sweeping over the head of Simon’s cock as he wraps his lips around it, sucking the throbbing length deep into his mouth as he stretches and prepares Simon. Not the easiest position for them to be in, Simon half leant over Jayne’s mouth his legs astride his neck, and certainly not one Jayne’s ever likely to be distracted from again. The view’s just too good, seeing Simon at this angle, all open and eager and impatient. Body so obviously needy, yet managing to hold onto enough control not to need Jayne’s hands stilling his hips, stopping his thrusts deepening. Eyes closed, Jayne’s name murmured alongside the curses, hands gripping at wall of Jayne’s bunk, Jayne can feel a tremble vibrating through Simon’s legs.
Wo de ma, Simon’s going to be the death of him; the taste of the man isn’t enough, seeing his body so flushed and aroused, hands strained and groping for Jayne, needing to feel and touch and make real. Simon, so debauched and shameless, not stifling his sounds nor holding back on his needs and now Jayne’s the one who’s groaning, cock throbbing in appreciation and desire alike. Jayne’s hands caress up Simon’s legs, gripping his hips firmly and pushing him back, making his intentions clear and driving Simon to respond.
And respond he does, making Jayne grin at his eagerness as Simon wriggles down his body, legs astride Jayne’s hips. Warm, skilful hands stroke over Jayne’s cock, driving the man to curl fingers in his blanket as Simon takes his time lubing and teasing, repaying Jayne for his lack of concentration and extended foreplay. Now Jayne’s the one groaning, pressing back against the blanket and holding back on appreciating and immersing himself in the sensation; it might be good, but it’s nothing compared to what’s coming next.
Luckily patience isn’t Simon’s virtue, at least not in the bedroom; mayhap in the infirmary but not here, not now, and certainly not with Jayne. He’s placing oily hands on Jayne’s hips, pushing himself back up and aligning them. But Jayne’s feeling a mite evil himself now, thrusting very slightly, his cock slipping from Simon’s fingers and nestling between his buttocks and Simon’s suddenly very, very still even as Jayne grasps his hips and pulls him down, trapping his own cock between Simon’s buttocks.
Shame sexin’ doesn’t completely addle his brains; ain’t wantin’ him thinkin’ right now, wantin’ him feeling.
Jayne pushes himself up with one hand, Simon astride his waist as he sits up, mouth claiming Simon’s in a deep kiss that leaves them both panting. Jayne’s got himself in a better position now, one that’s he’s enjoying; much as it spoils his view of Simon’s body, it lets him kiss the doctor. His tongue sweeps over the inside of Simon’s lips, tangling with the doctors own for a moment as he explores every inch of his mouth, feeling Simon groan against him, mouth muffling the sounds of pleasure from both of them. His hands are caressing Simon’s skin, enjoying the smoothness beneath his fingers, the slight tremor in Simon’s buttocks as he cups them and rocks against the man, cock rubbing over the entrance to Simon’s body as Simon’s twitches in response against his belly. Jayne is happy to keep up the foreplay at least until Simon clenches his buttocks, a hot flush racing through Jayne as friction embraces him, drawing the heat from his belly to his balls and sending all thoughts of anything but sliding inside Simon straight from his mind.
“Ai ya, Simon, can’t expect me to be holdin’ back now.” Jayne’s impressed at how level he’s kept his voice, as he murmurs against Simon’s ear. “Ain’t much of a date if we don’t ever get to leaving my bunk.”
Simon’s response is less than verbose, choosing to turn his head and nip at Jayne’s lips, hard enough to send a tingle straight through Jayne. Now Simon’s getting all aggressive, making Jayne grin around the kisses as Simon eagerly attacks his lips, pushing up on his knees in invitation as the friction lessens and Jayne’s hand slips between them. Fingers searching, thumb rubbing for a moment against the entrance to Simon’s body and drawing a muffled grumble from the doctor as he pushes back against it, impatient and un-hesitant to show it.
Jayne’s grinning. This is a side to Simon that he likes, one that is never a complication or issue, one that he’s only too happy to satisfy. One hand guiding Simon down, letting the doctor set his own pace as he lines up his throbbing length, Jayne bites back a moan as he feels Simon’s body nudging against him, a gasp coming to the doctor’s lips as he slowly slides down. There’s a slight resistance at first and then a deep warm heat encasing Jayne, inch by inch, drawing him in and gripping at him. It’s taking all of Jayne’s control not to thrust up and sheath himself completely in Simon, so he distracts himself by staring at the man. Watching Simon’s eyes close, a hiss on his lips, pure pleasure crossing his face as he eases down, letting his body slowly adjust.
So slowly it’s almost tormenting for the both of them, but after what seems like an age Simon’s sitting on his lap, buttocks firmly pressed and resting against Jayne, and then Jayne does move. Hands gripping at Simon’s buttocks, lifting his lover and aiding Simon’s movements, thrusting up to meet his downward actions, his eyes never once leaving Simon’s face. There’s nothing better than this and each and every time, the memory and thought of Simon burns into Jayne’s mind all the deeper.
Simon’s clenching around him, rocking forward, wanting the friction that Jayne’s body brings to his cock, impulsively gripping at Jayne’s shoulders as his mouth latches onto the skin of his neck. Now there’s no place for more teasing as Simon’s tongue dashes down Jayne’s neck, sending a shiver straight down the man’s spine, one that becomes a shudder as Simon fastens his teeth over the sensitive skin and bites down hard. The groan that comes to Jayne’s lips is involuntary as heat swells in his belly, causing him to grip Simon’s hips and slam him down as he thrusts up, feeling the warm muscle clench around him, pulling the heat more and making his cock throb. Simon’s biting down harder, fingers digging into Jayne’s shoulder as his mouth and teeth suck at Jayne’s skin and Jayne’s not holding back, not when Simon’s wanting it harder. It’s not always that the doctor’s wanting it so raw and rough, hands clawing at Jayne as his teeth graze over all the spot that makes Jayne moan, and Jayne’s not about to hold back.
Pulling Simon straight down onto his lap, Jayne nudges at the side of his head with his cheek, drawing Simon’s gaze to him, removing those dangerously skilful lips from his skin and capturing them in a searing kiss as he rolls them over. Jayne’s had enough of the teasing, and if Simon’s wanting it hard, all the better- about time the boy felt everything Jayne has to offer, even if it is only in the last few moments because the teasing’s been just too good. His hair’s still too neat anyway, even if the rest of him’s all mussed and messy.
Simon’s lying under him, sheepish smile to his lips as Jayne breaks the kiss and stares down at him, hesitating for a moment before Simon, impossible man that he is, arches his hips, pushing back and clenching around Jayne, all the while maintaining the most innocent expression Jayne’s ever seen.
Ain’t right for him to be so pretty and so damned cunnin’ all at once.
Jayne smirks, making the innocent look on Simon’s face flicker, reigning in his control and the desire to pound Simon into the mattress enough to rotate his hips, snapping them forward in a deep thrust as Simon groans, fingers digging into Jayne’s shoulders. Jayne will be damned if that look’s not worth more than all the three simple pleasure he likes combined, and he’ll be more damned if he’s about to stop or hold back. Instead he pulls them half-off the bed, Simon still on his back, buttocks half-off the bed as Jayne leans over him and grips his leg, pushing it back far as he knows Simon can take it. This time as he thrusts in Simon’s wriggling against him, stomach contracting and eyes clenching shut as a moan is pulled from his lips. Doesn’t do much more than spur Jayne on, gripping his other leg and forcing it back too, pulling almost all the way out of Simon’s body and slamming back in again, cock thrusting harshly against Simon’s prostate.
Jayne’s not being evil nor teasing as he sets up a rhythm, despite Simon‘s curses to the contrary; pounding into Simon again and again, making Simon writhe against him, making him call out all kinds of appreciative and nonsensical things that send arousal straight through Jayne, making him thrust that little bit harder. He’s biting back a groan now himself, feeling Simon squeeze and tighten around him, watching his face contort and body writhe against his own, Simon’s cock pink and straining, needing just that little bit more that Jayne’s not about to give him. Instead Jayne nudges one of Simon’s legs onto his shoulders, releasing the calf to grip the base of Simon’s aching cock. The touch should have had the doctor feeling his release but Jayne’s pinching cleverly now, denying Simon what he most needs as his cock assaults the doctor’s prostate, sending wave after wave of sensation through Simon, making him gasp and pant, translating what he feels to Jayne as he clenches around his lover.
Gritting his teeth, Jayne can feel his own need pushing at him, clawing white-hot up from his balls and swirling in a mass of heat up his cock as he thrusts and now he’s not about to deny Simon, is working his hand over the doctor’s cock, pulling his release and a shout from Simon. If the clenching around Jayne’s cock isn’t enough to pull his release from him Simon’s shout is, his name called in such hoarse fervour as Simon thrusts into his fist, his seed spilling over Jayne’s finger as heat, pleasure and friction all combines into one overwhelming sensation which pulls Jayne’s own release from him.
Thrusting and shuddering through his orgasm, Jayne wipes shaky and sticky fingers on Simon’s leg as he collapses onto him, having just enough strength to roll them up the bed and pull Simon close. Heady and tired, still panting as his cock slips out of Simon, drawing a grumble from his lips and a matching groan from Simon’s. Jayne isn’t surprised to see Simon’s half passed out, slight smile on his face, his eyes closed and fingers barely groping as he nuzzles his face into the crook of Jayne’s neck. In fact, he’s feeling close to it himself, all energy lost in the furious coupling, wanting to relax and relish the afterglow, maybe even grab some sleep as Simon is.
It puts a smirk on Jayne’s face though that he’s made the doctor pass out, gave him so much pleasure and such a fast release that Simon’s been overwhelmed by it, but the smirk slips slightly as Simon snuggles against him, murmuring something Jayne knows he isn’t meaning to say, something Jayne shouldn’t rightly be hearing. But they’re words Jayne can’t miss and can’t deny himself, words he’s not been waiting for or wanting on. Not needing the reassurance in that way, not needing the complication. But he’s not feeling an overwhelming desire to run away either.
Ain’t calling him on them though, just words spilled out at likely wrong time. I ain’t gettin’ into this just yet less I know he means it.
The sexin’s made Simon less fancy, more mussed, and whilst Jayne wants to believe it’s made his brains half-addled too, the muttered, half-asleep apology Simon gives as Jayne reaches down and wipes the stickiness from between them away tells him the doctor’s still all there. Manners still impeccable, despite being rutted half unconscious.
“What the hell? I ain’t one for pretty words and the like Simon, but I’ll say ‘em here once and all truthful.” Jayne’s still holding Simon close, knowing from the man’s breathing that he’s not quite asleep yet, guessing he can hear the words because Simon’s suddenly so very still in his arms. Jayne’s not about to make any deep confessions or get all romanced and wussed up, but he’s not a coward, and if Simon isn’t running, he’s got no need to.
Only got a need if I’m chasin’ after him. The thought makes Jayne grin as he rests his cheek on the top of Simon’s head, drinking in the scent of him. “Can’t say I’m one for constant yammerin’, but that don’t make it any the less true. You, Simon Tam, have got inside my ruttin’ head an’ soul and’ I ain’t letting’ you go, ‘cos I love you.” Jayne shifts uncomfortably as he finishes speaking, coughing and clearing his throat.
He can see Simon’s smile as he leans in for kiss, see the flush on his cheeks as Simon murmurs back, “And I you.” But the words aren’t needed now, replaced by knowing as Simon’s legs intertwine with Jayne’s, bodies seeming more as one than two as they both drift into a contented slumber, uninterrupted till the ‘Verse throws morning their way.
*********
Would say I seen it all now but Tien knows what go-se the ‘Verse would throw our way if’n I tempted it like that.
Mal winces at the thought as he rubs his head, swallowing the yawn as he steps into the galley. The rest of his crew is already there, all ready to start eating and Mal’s more than a touch surprised they haven’t started yet, especially as it’s River doing the cooking, looking surprisingly sane and proving once more that she’s a genius in everything as she serves up something looking more akin to real food than mush.
None of them are paying much attention to him save glancing up and tossing him a smile, though River’s standing by his side, holding the pot as Mal takes his place at the head of the table, spooning food onto his plate. For a moment Mal pauses, wondering if it’s someone’s birthday or some occasion for a speech or other, but no one’s even looking at him let alone quieting, just taking from the pot as River passes it down.
“River’s the one that kept us waiting, Sir. Said it was bad manners to start without the Captain, especially when he’s likely to have some news for us all.”
Zoe’s words cut into Mal’s confusion and he glances at her, seeing amusement on her face for a moment before she turns back to her conversation with Kaylee. Sometimes I wonder if this is my gorram ship anymore. Mal can’t help grinning as he raises a forkful of food to River in mock-salute, watching a smile sweep over her face as she sits carefully down, hands folding over her cutlery and waiting for him to start. How the di yu she stopped Jayne eating ‘fore I got here, I ain’t never gonna want to know.
Savouring the food as he chews it, Mal’s unsurprised to find it tastes as good as it looks. But when he swallows and reaches for another, he is surprised to see all their eyes on him.
“What?” Mal rolls his eyes. “Got a job, we’ll discuss it after dong ma? Just get eatin’. Wouldn’t want River’s mighty fine efforts wasted.”
River’s beaming at that, and one by one each of his crew tuck it. Except Jayne, who waits a moment longer, a smile on his face. Close to a smirk as Jayne breaks off some bread and bites into it.
Little albatross was getting better, day by day. Less crazy since Miranda, though a touch disturbing with her smarts and blunt mouth, choosing to say things that shouldn’t always be heard and then looking a touch embarrassed at it after. Good damn pilot, though for all her skills Mal would rather it be Wash at his helm, but River seems less fragmented and more like the woman she should be day by day.
“Hell, we ain’t standin’ on service Mal, just all waitin’ to see if it kills you or if she’s been usin’ anything questionable in the cookin’.” Jayne’s laugh is cut off as Simon elbows him in his side, drawing a ‘hey’ and glower from the merc.
An’ if that ain’t an odd relationship I don’t know what is. Mal bites into the bread, his eyes drifting from the bantering couple, around the table at each of his crew. There were faces worn by tension and stress, laughter finally and genuinely seeming to come back, and there were crew missing. Those Mal called friends and would always remain a part of his crew whether there or not, having made their mark on Serenity and the rest of them alike. Unforgettable, the pain of remembering had lessened a touch.
Zoe, who’s smiling with both her eyes and her lips now, still healing steadily, though she gets bad days. Days when Mal knows she blames each and everyone of them, days in which he’s heard her muted rantings through the bunk walls, where she’s cursed all of them and herself and even Wash for daring leave her. But there have been times Mal’s heard nothing at all and can only guess sleep has started to come easier.
Always a rocky road but Zoe, like Serenity, keeps on moving forward, not wallowing in the past.
Kaylee’s a good person for her to be talking too, always holding a smile on her face, the eternal optimist of them all, and much as that kind of attitude usually irks Mal, it doesn’t when it’s Kaylee.
Girl ain’t playing the martyr or afraid to say if ’n when she’s feeling less then happy, so when she is happy, it’s more than damn infectious an’ genuine.
Kaylee lost the sparkle for a while, grieving for Wash and Book and then finding out where Simon’s intentions lay. Much as he respects and is fond of Simon now, Mal’s not sure he’ll ever lose the slight urge to thrash him for all the uncertainty and hurt he put Kaylee through by not being honest, even if the two of them are happier just as friends. Still, Mal’s sure if he ever tried to make good on his urge, much as the inclination wavers whenever Simon opens his mouth, be it to smile or talk, he’ll be having to watch his, back Jayne being ready to stick it to him for daring.
Mal can’t say he was happy at first seeing all the signs, the possible trauma that a relationship between Simon and Jayne could have brought; could well have been bad for the both of them and turned an already shaky crew upside down. Yet he was surprised how quickly his mind had been changed on that front, or how slowly according to some others, though to Mal half a year isn’t slow, especially given the insanity the idea had originally brought.
Neither man weakened by being together despite the bumps Mal saw and predicted coming true. Jayne’s still just as confident, just as sure fire, and less than smart, more like aggravating at times to Mal. Where Simon’s dirtied some, Jayne’s not gotten all that much cleaner, but definitely happier, less grouchy at times, and more accepting of Serenity and the crew she holds
Jayne ain’t softened none, thank Tien. Fact, I think Simon may be only increasing his smarts, makin’ him more dangerous if he ever turns against me. Still, I ain’t seein’ that day coming anymore. Jayne’s got his pleasures an’ got his coin an’ he don’t seem willin’ to give either up, or lose it.
And lose it, Mal’s sure Jayne would should he turn on him. Not arrogant to see that Simon would stand by him- the doctor’s questioned many a time, but he isn’t disloyal, and much as he’s not indebted he’s part of a crew, part of a family. That’s something Mal’s sure neither one’s wanting to give up.
Lookin’ a lot more like crew now than passenger. Ain’t got him loosing the manner nor the shirts, but vests are gone, and the boy’s gone a shade more dirty- somethin’ he was in need of.
Simon’s grinning at Jayne now, something unspoken passing between them that puts a leer on Jayne’s face and brings a blush to Simon’s cheeks. If that ain’t all manner of disturbing… Mal lowers his eyes but he knows what he’s seen. Not sure if anyone else has seen it, though River’s giggle at the wonder brings Mal’s eyes to her briefly. He doubts any kind of public declaration, save one that would possibly involve pointing Vera at Mal if he makes noise over his observations, but Mal knows what he‘s seen, and hard as it is for him to accept, it’s love.
Would have made play if it wasn’t for Inara. Ain’t sure that would be right though, seein’ ‘em now. Jayne an’ me, like two damn rocks, ain’t getting nothing but a lot of clashes, likely not even a decent rut we’d be clashin’ so much. Simon…he’s easy on the eyes, most likely good in the sack, but he’d be complicating matters that shouldn’t. Would be too easy to use him when he deserves fallin’ for.
The image of both of them still burned in his mind, left over from months before. Jayne pleasuring Simon, a look of sublime pleasure on the doctor’s face as he did, Jayne giving more than Mal expected he would. Equal in bed, as a relationship, and not all one-sided, which ashamedly Mal had been surprised at.
If I weren’t so heated up over Inara… Can’t help but envy what they’ve found, but I ain’t thinking’ no more of regrets- man’s got to live life as he sees fits, not get stuck in the past.
Not stuck in a rut neither, might be time for Mal to break away from his own worries and take a chance, and maybe fate will throw him the same luck it did Jayne and Simon. His eyes drift to Inara, taking in her regal countenance, the way her eyes flick from River to him and the blush that stains her cheeks. There’s an optimism in her eyes that Mal can clearly see, one that makes him think on and wonder. Inara’s always been a mystery to him, seeming to hide behind things, though Mal can’t say he’s been any better. But now she’s not so aloof, her continued residence on board Serenity giving Mal hope that maybe Fate and the ‘Verse are playing a helping hand in giving him the chance he should have acted on sooner.
Raising his glass, Mal feels a tinge of inspiration as they all turn to him. “Here’s wishin’ there’s hope for us all.”