Ficlet: The beauty of nature (Simon/Jayne)
Title: The beauty of nature
Author: Ann
Summary: It’s not meant to be like this, not meant to be getting complicated and confusing and so frustrating that Jayne’s gripping more tightly, thrusting harder into the arching man beneath him.
Rating: R
Characters: Simon and Jayne
Pairing:Simon/Jayne
Warning: Angsty. I asked for drabble prompts and this one was written for noandwhere who wanted S/J and emotional darkness/disturbing.
Spoilers/Timeline: Mid series
It’s not meant to be like this, not meant to be getting complicated and confusing and so frustrating that Jayne’s gripping more tightly, thrusting harder into the arching man beneath him.
Except it is, and he is.
Jayne doesn’t like the silence, doesn’t like the sounds of rutting being so clinical, slap-slap of bodies coming together. Hard, fast and getting each other off, he’s all for but bland and quiet, he steers away from. Which was why he kept back from Simon, knowing that eyes flashing of fire and a smart mouth didn’t always mean heat between the sheets. Thinking sterility and coldness, was closer to the doctor’s type.
Staying back, keeping away save for banter and agreements, didn’t last for long. Too tempting was the heat that raced through Jayne when Simon faced off with him, when the man glared back in defiance or used his mouth in sarcastic defence. Too gorramn enticing for Jayne to not want to put that mouth to better uses, to feel those lips on him rather than jibing at him.
Besides, Mal had made it clear from the get go that the fuggees weren’t going anywhere so if Jayne couldn’t cash in aor the coin, he figured he oughta at least be getting in on the action. Getting some kind of compensation for jobs that had to be ignored and knife wounds which weren’t so pretty.
Looney brat was too addled and too young for Jayne to go sniffing around her, tending to make him more uneasy then in a rutting mood, and Mal would have had his hide if he’d even tried to get close. The doctor, he was pretty enough, smelt and looked decent and had some fine muscles to him that Jayne’s wandering eyes had caught, hidden under hideous clothes that Jayne had thoroughly enjoyed ridding Simon of. That Jayne repeatedly enjoyed ridding him of. Telling himself for every quip and comment, every time they turned down a job that brought them close to Alliance, every moment there livings were put in danger but them being there, he was getting something out of it.
And it wasn’t the cold, blandness he’d first thought on. Simon was as hot in Jayne’s bunk as he was when arguing with him. Once the man got a little mussed, little aroused, he was like a wild thing. Responsive and open, giving and receiving all eager and not even caring if he was stiff come morning, if Jayne took him against the wall that little bit harder than he should and left marks on him. Doc gave as good as he got, tended to use his teeth a lot to Jayne’s delight and wasn’t so prissy naked as he was all dressed up.
Still had a mouth on him, still snarked at Jayne and gave back outside the bunk. Inside, Simon left his body do the talking, only noises those of pleasure and appreciation that had Jayne glad he thought on taking the doctor like this, thought on getting something out of the circumstance.
“Ma de!”
A sharp smart to his shoulder has Jayne hissing, thrusting hard into Simon as the doctor’s legs curl around him, draw him in deeper, bringing a groan to Simon’s lips that’s more pleasure than pain even though Jayne’s hands are leaving bruises on him. Heat and sweat and sex making the scent of the room heady, Jayne curls his fingers around Simon’s cock as the man curses underneath him, hard and fast strokes that have Simon clutching around Jayne, muscles clenching and squeezing, making Jayne’s vision blacken with the heat and dizziness that runs through him.
It isn’t like the crew don’t know, don’t wish they thought on it first Jayne, reckons. Maybe not wanting to think like that, but deep inside some of them he can see it. That lust, that want and that frustration that Jayne got there first. Got spoils that shouldn’t rightly be his. That he’s using Simon, when Jayne’s got every right to. Got every reason to.
It’s uncomplicated that way. Just take what you want, and enjoy. Lucky Simon was so responsive and sexual, making it all the more pleasurable an experience. Making it not just stilted sex, not intimate either at least of his end. Easy sex, a trouble-free rut.
Simon groans his name as he comes, a habit Jayne easily got him into. He can’t remember the specifics of how right at that moment but it was an old whore-trick that one of his first lays had taught him. A way of keeping Simon close to him, wanting him and always willing to come to his bunk.
Worked a little too well though. Or something else went wrong that Jayne can’t fathom. Can’t understand why Simon’s stopped leaving right after to go shower, is wanting to sleep beside him instead. Wasn’t such a bother at first, just meant more rutting come morning, but now things were looking complicated.
Simon bites down on Jayne’s shoulder, makes him grunt as he comes, jerkily thrusting into Simon and dropping all his weight atop him, despite Simon’s muttered protest.
Complicated... was one word for it anyhow. Now Simon was looking at him different, wanting to spend time together other than rutting and, Ai ya, Jayne strained to hear the mutter coming from the sleepy man and tensed, almost recoiling. Thank the whole gorramn ‘verse it wasn’t a declaration or anything, but it had been way too close. Sleepily muttered endearment, one Jayne’s never heard thrown his way and is uneasy to find it now.
Enough to make him pull out of Simon and flop to one side. His little corner of the ‘verse was getting more and more confounding, more trouble than it was worth just like one Simon Tam.
Jayne’s gaze stole over to his gun rack, the small cheap box half-hidden under them which held the answer to this problem.
Be a shame to lose a decent rut on demand, but could do with the coin, could be worth puttin’ in a call, seein’ how much they are worth. Ain’t givin’ ‘em free when there’s money to be had, so’s long as Mal don’t find out an’ I make some coin might just be worth it.
His gaze stole over Simon, over the bites and whisker rash adorning the now-sleeping man and Jayne couldn’t help one last admittance as he laid down. Might.
Author: Ann
Summary: It’s not meant to be like this, not meant to be getting complicated and confusing and so frustrating that Jayne’s gripping more tightly, thrusting harder into the arching man beneath him.
Rating: R
Characters: Simon and Jayne
Pairing:Simon/Jayne
Warning: Angsty. I asked for drabble prompts and this one was written for noandwhere who wanted S/J and emotional darkness/disturbing.
Spoilers/Timeline: Mid series
It’s not meant to be like this, not meant to be getting complicated and confusing and so frustrating that Jayne’s gripping more tightly, thrusting harder into the arching man beneath him.
Except it is, and he is.
Jayne doesn’t like the silence, doesn’t like the sounds of rutting being so clinical, slap-slap of bodies coming together. Hard, fast and getting each other off, he’s all for but bland and quiet, he steers away from. Which was why he kept back from Simon, knowing that eyes flashing of fire and a smart mouth didn’t always mean heat between the sheets. Thinking sterility and coldness, was closer to the doctor’s type.
Staying back, keeping away save for banter and agreements, didn’t last for long. Too tempting was the heat that raced through Jayne when Simon faced off with him, when the man glared back in defiance or used his mouth in sarcastic defence. Too gorramn enticing for Jayne to not want to put that mouth to better uses, to feel those lips on him rather than jibing at him.
Besides, Mal had made it clear from the get go that the fuggees weren’t going anywhere so if Jayne couldn’t cash in aor the coin, he figured he oughta at least be getting in on the action. Getting some kind of compensation for jobs that had to be ignored and knife wounds which weren’t so pretty.
Looney brat was too addled and too young for Jayne to go sniffing around her, tending to make him more uneasy then in a rutting mood, and Mal would have had his hide if he’d even tried to get close. The doctor, he was pretty enough, smelt and looked decent and had some fine muscles to him that Jayne’s wandering eyes had caught, hidden under hideous clothes that Jayne had thoroughly enjoyed ridding Simon of. That Jayne repeatedly enjoyed ridding him of. Telling himself for every quip and comment, every time they turned down a job that brought them close to Alliance, every moment there livings were put in danger but them being there, he was getting something out of it.
And it wasn’t the cold, blandness he’d first thought on. Simon was as hot in Jayne’s bunk as he was when arguing with him. Once the man got a little mussed, little aroused, he was like a wild thing. Responsive and open, giving and receiving all eager and not even caring if he was stiff come morning, if Jayne took him against the wall that little bit harder than he should and left marks on him. Doc gave as good as he got, tended to use his teeth a lot to Jayne’s delight and wasn’t so prissy naked as he was all dressed up.
Still had a mouth on him, still snarked at Jayne and gave back outside the bunk. Inside, Simon left his body do the talking, only noises those of pleasure and appreciation that had Jayne glad he thought on taking the doctor like this, thought on getting something out of the circumstance.
“Ma de!”
A sharp smart to his shoulder has Jayne hissing, thrusting hard into Simon as the doctor’s legs curl around him, draw him in deeper, bringing a groan to Simon’s lips that’s more pleasure than pain even though Jayne’s hands are leaving bruises on him. Heat and sweat and sex making the scent of the room heady, Jayne curls his fingers around Simon’s cock as the man curses underneath him, hard and fast strokes that have Simon clutching around Jayne, muscles clenching and squeezing, making Jayne’s vision blacken with the heat and dizziness that runs through him.
It isn’t like the crew don’t know, don’t wish they thought on it first Jayne, reckons. Maybe not wanting to think like that, but deep inside some of them he can see it. That lust, that want and that frustration that Jayne got there first. Got spoils that shouldn’t rightly be his. That he’s using Simon, when Jayne’s got every right to. Got every reason to.
It’s uncomplicated that way. Just take what you want, and enjoy. Lucky Simon was so responsive and sexual, making it all the more pleasurable an experience. Making it not just stilted sex, not intimate either at least of his end. Easy sex, a trouble-free rut.
Simon groans his name as he comes, a habit Jayne easily got him into. He can’t remember the specifics of how right at that moment but it was an old whore-trick that one of his first lays had taught him. A way of keeping Simon close to him, wanting him and always willing to come to his bunk.
Worked a little too well though. Or something else went wrong that Jayne can’t fathom. Can’t understand why Simon’s stopped leaving right after to go shower, is wanting to sleep beside him instead. Wasn’t such a bother at first, just meant more rutting come morning, but now things were looking complicated.
Simon bites down on Jayne’s shoulder, makes him grunt as he comes, jerkily thrusting into Simon and dropping all his weight atop him, despite Simon’s muttered protest.
Complicated... was one word for it anyhow. Now Simon was looking at him different, wanting to spend time together other than rutting and, Ai ya, Jayne strained to hear the mutter coming from the sleepy man and tensed, almost recoiling. Thank the whole gorramn ‘verse it wasn’t a declaration or anything, but it had been way too close. Sleepily muttered endearment, one Jayne’s never heard thrown his way and is uneasy to find it now.
Enough to make him pull out of Simon and flop to one side. His little corner of the ‘verse was getting more and more confounding, more trouble than it was worth just like one Simon Tam.
Jayne’s gaze stole over to his gun rack, the small cheap box half-hidden under them which held the answer to this problem.
Be a shame to lose a decent rut on demand, but could do with the coin, could be worth puttin’ in a call, seein’ how much they are worth. Ain’t givin’ ‘em free when there’s money to be had, so’s long as Mal don’t find out an’ I make some coin might just be worth it.
His gaze stole over Simon, over the bites and whisker rash adorning the now-sleeping man and Jayne couldn’t help one last admittance as he laid down. Might.