Enough (Mal/Simon, NC-17)
Title: Enough
Author: slowlydying
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairing: Mal/Simon
Timeline: Post BDM
Disclaimer: I don't own these guys, I just like to play with them. Heh. Joss owns them (and all).
Author's Note: Okay guys, this is my first 'real' Firefly/Serenity fic and my first NC-17 fic (how have I written slash for almost two years and never written an NC-17 fic?). Be gentle. Based on a kink prompt from penguingal, so this is for her. Many many many thanks to my amazing beta woodsong_1978. You were so amazing dear!
Also? Mouseover the Chinese for translations.
x-posted to the_pretty_fits and slowlydyingfics
He propped himself up on one elbow, attempting to alleviate the claustrophobic feeling of being squashed against the wall. Mal had a tendency to spread across the bed as the night went on. Sleep for Simon was nowhere in sight, so he watched his lover sleep. It still amazed him how one man could make him feel completely sane and completely crazy at the same time. And he remembered exactly when he realized that this could last.
They had only been 'sharing' a bunk for three months, and sharing wasn't a word Simon would use. They mostly fucked (because there wasn't a better word really) and then slept for a few hours, before Simon would retreat to the passenger dorms.
He was teasing, something that he knew drove Mal insane. He was taking his time, kissing up Mal’s legs, stopping to bite playfully at the insides of his thighs.
Mal moaned something that sounded like his name, but it was garbled when Simon enveloped his cock in his warm mouth. He drew back quickly, using his tongue to do sinful things to the underside of Mal’s cock
“Wo de ma!” Mal cried out, as one slick finger entered him slowly. Simon swallowed his lover's cock again, deeper this time, and added a second finger.
Mal clutched the bed sheets with one hand, the other tangled in Simon’s hair. Simon pushed his fingers into Mal’s body and curled them up, barely suppressing a grin as his lover’s hips lifted from the bed, driving his cock further into Simon’s throat. Both of Mal’s hands came to rest on Simon’s head, fingers clutching the dark locks as he came.
They arranged themselves on the small bed, Mal spooned behind Simon with one arm thrown around his waist. It was a level of comfort that had surprised Simon.
Mal, thoroughly sated and quite sleepy, nuzzled the back of Simon’s neck. “G’night, Simon.”
Simon leaned back into the embrace and smiled. “Good night, Mal.”
“Love - " Mal began but nodded off before he could finish. Simon snorted with amusement. ‘Typical of Mal to fall asleep while declaring his feelings,’ he thought. The grin he felt on his face let him know he was really far from angry, but he did wonder if Mal would ever really say those words aloud.
“What’re you still doin’ up?,” Mal asked sleepily, nudging at him with his elbow and jolting Simon out of the memory. “Big job tomorrow, can’t go smooth if I’m getting no sleep 'cause you’re starin’ at me.”
Simon laid his head down on the pillow next to Mal’s and gave him a questioning look. “Mal? When has one of our jobs ever gone smooth?” Mal shrugged and Simon quickly started to apologize. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean - what are you doing?”
Mal had slipped under the blanket completely and was busy kissing his way down Simon’s chest while slipping off the younger man’s sleep pants. “If the job ain’t gonna go smooth 'cause neither of us got any sleep, I figure we might as well make it worth our while, dong ma?” came the muffled answer.
“I don’t think...oh!” Simon was about to tell him that this was a very bad idea, when Mal wrapped his fingers around Simon’s cock.
He heard a chuckle from beneath the blanket. “Don’t think, Simon. Feel,” Mal said, stroking Simon. He flipped the covers back and moved upwards, his fingers working Simon’s cock and his lips capturing Simon’s in a passionate kiss.
Simon felt himself coming undone. His hips lifted off the bed as he came, crying out, “Wo ài ni!”
The next moments seemed like hours to Simon. I did not just say that. Merciful Buddha, please tell me I did not say that.
Mal kissed him once more before sliding out of bed and getting a washcloth from the sink. He crawled back under the covers and handed the cloth to Simon, who took it.
“Mal, about what I said - ” he started but Mal shook his head.
“It’s all right Simon, I understand. You were excited - ”
Simon silenced Mal with a kiss. Time to be brave. “I meant it, Mal.”
He didn’t expect the other man to say it back. Understood that Mal probably couldn’t.
“Same here, Simon.”
It wasn’t the exact words. But it was enough.
For now.
Author: slowlydying
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairing: Mal/Simon
Timeline: Post BDM
Disclaimer: I don't own these guys, I just like to play with them. Heh. Joss owns them (and all).
Author's Note: Okay guys, this is my first 'real' Firefly/Serenity fic and my first NC-17 fic (how have I written slash for almost two years and never written an NC-17 fic?). Be gentle. Based on a kink prompt from penguingal, so this is for her. Many many many thanks to my amazing beta woodsong_1978. You were so amazing dear!
Also? Mouseover the Chinese for translations.
x-posted to the_pretty_fits and slowlydyingfics
He propped himself up on one elbow, attempting to alleviate the claustrophobic feeling of being squashed against the wall. Mal had a tendency to spread across the bed as the night went on. Sleep for Simon was nowhere in sight, so he watched his lover sleep. It still amazed him how one man could make him feel completely sane and completely crazy at the same time. And he remembered exactly when he realized that this could last.
They had only been 'sharing' a bunk for three months, and sharing wasn't a word Simon would use. They mostly fucked (because there wasn't a better word really) and then slept for a few hours, before Simon would retreat to the passenger dorms.
He was teasing, something that he knew drove Mal insane. He was taking his time, kissing up Mal’s legs, stopping to bite playfully at the insides of his thighs.
Mal moaned something that sounded like his name, but it was garbled when Simon enveloped his cock in his warm mouth. He drew back quickly, using his tongue to do sinful things to the underside of Mal’s cock
“Wo de ma!” Mal cried out, as one slick finger entered him slowly. Simon swallowed his lover's cock again, deeper this time, and added a second finger.
Mal clutched the bed sheets with one hand, the other tangled in Simon’s hair. Simon pushed his fingers into Mal’s body and curled them up, barely suppressing a grin as his lover’s hips lifted from the bed, driving his cock further into Simon’s throat. Both of Mal’s hands came to rest on Simon’s head, fingers clutching the dark locks as he came.
They arranged themselves on the small bed, Mal spooned behind Simon with one arm thrown around his waist. It was a level of comfort that had surprised Simon.
Mal, thoroughly sated and quite sleepy, nuzzled the back of Simon’s neck. “G’night, Simon.”
Simon leaned back into the embrace and smiled. “Good night, Mal.”
“Love - " Mal began but nodded off before he could finish. Simon snorted with amusement. ‘Typical of Mal to fall asleep while declaring his feelings,’ he thought. The grin he felt on his face let him know he was really far from angry, but he did wonder if Mal would ever really say those words aloud.
“What’re you still doin’ up?,” Mal asked sleepily, nudging at him with his elbow and jolting Simon out of the memory. “Big job tomorrow, can’t go smooth if I’m getting no sleep 'cause you’re starin’ at me.”
Simon laid his head down on the pillow next to Mal’s and gave him a questioning look. “Mal? When has one of our jobs ever gone smooth?” Mal shrugged and Simon quickly started to apologize. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean - what are you doing?”
Mal had slipped under the blanket completely and was busy kissing his way down Simon’s chest while slipping off the younger man’s sleep pants. “If the job ain’t gonna go smooth 'cause neither of us got any sleep, I figure we might as well make it worth our while, dong ma?” came the muffled answer.
“I don’t think...oh!” Simon was about to tell him that this was a very bad idea, when Mal wrapped his fingers around Simon’s cock.
He heard a chuckle from beneath the blanket. “Don’t think, Simon. Feel,” Mal said, stroking Simon. He flipped the covers back and moved upwards, his fingers working Simon’s cock and his lips capturing Simon’s in a passionate kiss.
Simon felt himself coming undone. His hips lifted off the bed as he came, crying out, “Wo ài ni!”
The next moments seemed like hours to Simon. I did not just say that. Merciful Buddha, please tell me I did not say that.
Mal kissed him once more before sliding out of bed and getting a washcloth from the sink. He crawled back under the covers and handed the cloth to Simon, who took it.
“Mal, about what I said - ” he started but Mal shook his head.
“It’s all right Simon, I understand. You were excited - ”
Simon silenced Mal with a kiss. Time to be brave. “I meant it, Mal.”
He didn’t expect the other man to say it back. Understood that Mal probably couldn’t.
“Same here, Simon.”
It wasn’t the exact words. But it was enough.
For now.