The one time Wash was a pervert-for i_want_2,
For i_want_2, who wanted one times instead of five-this one got a way from me a bit and is more cracky than anything but: The one time Wash was a pervert
The one time Wash was a pervert, wasn’t long after he came aboard Serenity. It wasn‘t the only time, not the last, just the first. Of course there were some, well Jayne, who wouldn’t call his activities perverse, merely a man’s natural urge. Still, it gave Wash a guilty feeling which hung over his spirit, clouding his exuberant grin and forcing the spring from his step every time he indulged it.
It was always the same curiosity, the same kink, just different crew each time. After Zoe and Mal had caught and collared him, wet and furious and luckily without a gun to hand, and Jayne given him a punishing rut that left him sore for days, they’d accepted it as just part of who he was. He only did it the once and therein after his need was satisfied. Teased him about it too, dropping sly hints when Inara came aboard making the Companion paranoid enough to stick to her shuttle and bucket baths, rather than use the showers aboard ship. Didn’t stop Wash getting a glimpse though, there were ways around these things after all.
Kaylee was off limits. Zoe and Mal making that clear enough when she came aboard, and curious as Wash was, there wasn’t the overbearing need to watch her like with the others. Could have been the gun Zoe shoved against his testicles, could have been Mal’s too-serious threat to space him. With no new crew, things had settled, Wash’s craving satisfied by peering through the tiniest crack to watch each passenger they took aboard. Somewhere between the voyeurism and curiosity, he managed to woo Zoe. Or perhaps, she wooed him, Wash never was sure how they came together-just fit nicely one month, and a few later they were married.
Then Book, Simon and River had come aboard and suddenly, however much he loved his wife, Wash felt the urge creeping up on him. The burning lust that started at the back of his mind and made his way right down to his belly, making his cock swell and breathing hitch when one or other announced they were showering. Or came back, damp with clothes sticking to them in patches, smiling and innocent in their lack of knowledge as they passed Wash lurking in the concourse. Trying to suppress his needs.
River was off-limits. He didn’t need Mal or Zoe to remind him of that, he especially didn’t need Jayne and Vera to threaten the point across, stunning Wash more given the merc’s dislike for the girl.
The Shepherd, had been an interesting challenge. Suspicious from the start, almost obsessively checking the room before he finally laid down his towel and stripped off treating Wash to a sight that would both haunt and appease him for the rest of his life. It wasn’t that Book’s physique had been off-putting , quite the opposite, though his hair had been a bit of a passion killer. But Wash’s erection had wilted quickly when the man had dropped his pants to show a stunning likeness between his legs, to that on his head.
He’d run off quickly then, curiosity long gone, and snuggled up against Zoe who’d merely grinned at him.
This time was different though, this time wasn’t just about curiosity, was about watching and sharing and enjoying. Feeling fingers tug at his hard cock, his eyes squinting and peering through the cracks as he watched the young doctor shower. Seeing water trickle down Simon’s back, tiny rivets that had Wash wanting to be behind him, to run his tongue from top to bottom. He suppressed a groan, barely biting it back as Simon turned around to face them, eyes closed and face more relaxed and body less tense than Wash had ever seen. Not knowing he was being spied upon but almost unconsciously playing on it as he ran the soap over his body, over perfect limbs to grip a perfect cock…Wash resisted the urge to thrust, too cramped despite the dual sensations pushing at him too-the sight before him, and fingers around his cock.
This wasn’t the first time seeing Simon, nor would it be the last, but this time his eyes flicked to Zoe’s, his wife crouched beside him her hand on his cock, eyes dilated as she stared through the cracks.
He might be a pervert, but at least Wash knows he’s not alone.
The one time Wash was a pervert, wasn’t long after he came aboard Serenity. It wasn‘t the only time, not the last, just the first. Of course there were some, well Jayne, who wouldn’t call his activities perverse, merely a man’s natural urge. Still, it gave Wash a guilty feeling which hung over his spirit, clouding his exuberant grin and forcing the spring from his step every time he indulged it.
It was always the same curiosity, the same kink, just different crew each time. After Zoe and Mal had caught and collared him, wet and furious and luckily without a gun to hand, and Jayne given him a punishing rut that left him sore for days, they’d accepted it as just part of who he was. He only did it the once and therein after his need was satisfied. Teased him about it too, dropping sly hints when Inara came aboard making the Companion paranoid enough to stick to her shuttle and bucket baths, rather than use the showers aboard ship. Didn’t stop Wash getting a glimpse though, there were ways around these things after all.
Kaylee was off limits. Zoe and Mal making that clear enough when she came aboard, and curious as Wash was, there wasn’t the overbearing need to watch her like with the others. Could have been the gun Zoe shoved against his testicles, could have been Mal’s too-serious threat to space him. With no new crew, things had settled, Wash’s craving satisfied by peering through the tiniest crack to watch each passenger they took aboard. Somewhere between the voyeurism and curiosity, he managed to woo Zoe. Or perhaps, she wooed him, Wash never was sure how they came together-just fit nicely one month, and a few later they were married.
Then Book, Simon and River had come aboard and suddenly, however much he loved his wife, Wash felt the urge creeping up on him. The burning lust that started at the back of his mind and made his way right down to his belly, making his cock swell and breathing hitch when one or other announced they were showering. Or came back, damp with clothes sticking to them in patches, smiling and innocent in their lack of knowledge as they passed Wash lurking in the concourse. Trying to suppress his needs.
River was off-limits. He didn’t need Mal or Zoe to remind him of that, he especially didn’t need Jayne and Vera to threaten the point across, stunning Wash more given the merc’s dislike for the girl.
The Shepherd, had been an interesting challenge. Suspicious from the start, almost obsessively checking the room before he finally laid down his towel and stripped off treating Wash to a sight that would both haunt and appease him for the rest of his life. It wasn’t that Book’s physique had been off-putting , quite the opposite, though his hair had been a bit of a passion killer. But Wash’s erection had wilted quickly when the man had dropped his pants to show a stunning likeness between his legs, to that on his head.
He’d run off quickly then, curiosity long gone, and snuggled up against Zoe who’d merely grinned at him.
This time was different though, this time wasn’t just about curiosity, was about watching and sharing and enjoying. Feeling fingers tug at his hard cock, his eyes squinting and peering through the cracks as he watched the young doctor shower. Seeing water trickle down Simon’s back, tiny rivets that had Wash wanting to be behind him, to run his tongue from top to bottom. He suppressed a groan, barely biting it back as Simon turned around to face them, eyes closed and face more relaxed and body less tense than Wash had ever seen. Not knowing he was being spied upon but almost unconsciously playing on it as he ran the soap over his body, over perfect limbs to grip a perfect cock…Wash resisted the urge to thrust, too cramped despite the dual sensations pushing at him too-the sight before him, and fingers around his cock.
This wasn’t the first time seeing Simon, nor would it be the last, but this time his eyes flicked to Zoe’s, his wife crouched beside him her hand on his cock, eyes dilated as she stared through the cracks.
He might be a pervert, but at least Wash knows he’s not alone.