FIC: End note (R)
Title: End note
Author/Artist: Ann
Rating: R
Pairing: Simon/Jayne
Summary: Simon couldn’t help wanting the man’s attention focused solely on him in such a manner. Hands and fingers manipulating, creating a story rather than just reciting it, tongue put to other uses in Simon’s fantasies, though he couldn’t deny liking the novel use Jayne found for it now.
Thanks to thunder_nari and lvs2read for the great betas and reassurance.
Written for the Simon Tam round atmaleslashminis, for devo79 who wanted Jayne/Simon with alcohol, Jayne singing and Simon laughing but no non-con or angst.
Simon noticed Jayne the moment he came aboard Serenity. He couldn’t fail to. The man made him uneasy for a conglomerate of reasons, the most pressing being the way Jayne had hovered around River’s active cryo chamber, running his fingers over the metal with a curious gleam in his eyes. The next following shortly, manifesting in a wave of heat and arousal that Simon had felt at the idle speculation of what those same hands would feel like tracing over his own body with such obvious interest.
It was a wonder that frequently entertained his thoughts over the next few months, though he would hide it behind distaste. Some of which Jayne brought upon himself with comments on River and crude innuendo, though sometimes Simon had to admit that he sniped with the man at every opportunity. Sometimes it was forced, when situations were created that almost sent his sister and their life to hell itself. But other times the snark was natural, as close to flirtation as Simon could manage with Kaylee’s eyes on him and the very real reminder that Jayne had yet to make any kind of approach save his own teasing flirtations.
And Simon really wasn’t keen to meet the shiny end of Vera.
Even if, at times, Jayne’s remarks did beg for a more personal response. Commenting on Simon’s mouth, Simon’s clothes, with eyes raking over him at every opportunity. The man even took every chance to jostle Simon, just hard enough to set the doctor off balance and have his mouth shooting off at Jayne, his own gaze following Jayne. Flirtations that Simon was surprised no one else had noticed, though at times he’d caught Inara assessing them thoughtfully and both Mal and Wash frowning at them suspiciously.
It was a comfortable relationship and Simon enjoyed the attention as much as he enjoyed finding subtle ways of giving it back. Never crossing the line in his infirmary, always being the doctor there first and foremost, but never hesitating to make comments or move carefully around Jayne everywhere else.
It was comfortable…until now.
Now Simon was decidedly uncomfortable, leaning over the railing of the cargo bay, knees aching as they pressed into the lower metal railing, one hand curled around a mug of Kaylee‘s brew, the other holding onto the upper rail. But uncomfortable as he was, he wasn’t about to move.
Jayne was humming to some unknown melody--one Simon couldn’t name and wasn’t sure he cared to--but as Jayne hummed, his fingers stroked lightly over the strings of the guitar. Large, calloused hands carefully caressing, making Simon shudder as music itself occasionally made him. It wasn’t the music doing it now, however, his eyes were fixed on Jayne’s hands, watching the man carefully tease a now recognizable tune from the guitar. Fingers pressing down carefully, thumb sweeping lightly over to bring about a deep vibration that made Simon curl his fingers around the metal of the upper rail.
Simon couldn’t help wanting the man’s attention focused solely on him in such a manner. Hands and fingers manipulating, creating a story rather than just reciting it, tongue put to other uses in Simon’s fantasies, though he couldn’t deny liking the novel use Jayne found for it now.
Jayne was singing. Nothing fancy and not loud, not boisterous like he would have once expected from Jayne. Rough and low, tongue teasing over words now to tell a tale that Simon couldn’t follow because, between the hands and Jayne himself, his focus was torn. Distracted.
This wasn’t the first time he’d leant there for what seemed like hours, just watching. His feet often took him to the cargo bay on a late evening while everyone slept, somehow undisturbed by the noise. Tonight it was unsurprising that no one noticed Jayne’s playing, especially with the gusto that sake and Kaylee‘s brew had been consumed. As for other nights, perhaps no one was as curious as Simon had been. As he always was.
Jayne sang quietly, too low for Simon to hear most of the time, but when he did the songs didn't lullaby him, nor did they make him want to close his eyes and romantize. Sometimes they were lewd, sometimes limericks, but they were always …Jayne.
Sometimes, like now, they made him bite his lip to keep from laughing.
“Ruttin’ an’ thieving, an’ ruttin’ an’ drinking ‘til the coin ain’t there no more.”
Simon really wanted to say something, wanted to comment or find the perfect words to say in a tone with just the right amount of haughtiness so that when Jayne looked up there would be a hint of annoyance in his gaze. But his mind failed him. The second most intelligent person on the ship, at least when it came to book smarts as the captain called them, yet he couldn’t say a word.
He wasn’t much able to hold down the brew, though Saké had been his poison of choice back on Osiris, and the alcohol was getting to him now, at least Simon had to reason that's what it was. Why else would the crudely described words that jumbled into a song, make his fingers grip all the harder for only a moment, before his feet started to move him, leading him along the walkway towards the stairs. Simon neglected to remember that he‘d barely taken a sip of the drink and had only a few thimbles of Saké earlier.
Simon had an idle moment to wonder if he truly had gone mad. If that was the reason why he was moving down the stairs, why his heart was starting to race, his palms sweating so that the cup almost slipped from his hand and was left balanced precariously on the stair rail. His throat was dry, even as he licked his lips, the melody of the music no longer distracting his focus from the man who played it.
It was still astounding in some ways to Simon that a man so oafish and seemingly clumsy could be so precise. Though Jayne was large and pushy, he was surprisingly skilful and any clumsiness was an illusion brought about by his size. After all, he gave the same loving attention to his weapons as he did the instrument. Treated them as reverently.
It was time he gave his attention to Simon.
Not wondering on why Jayne hadn’t seemed to notice him, Simon laid a hand on the man’s shoulder, his fingers curling around the nape of Jayne’s neck as he squatted down and pressed his lips up firmly against Jayne’s. He didn’t relish the possible cursing or violence that would ensue if he was misreading the situation between them, but at least it would solve his problem one way or another. He was tired of dancing around.
The thought that Jayne needed to shave was fleeting as Simon pressed his lips more firmly to Jayne‘s, his eyes open and on the other man’s as he tried to ignore the stubble itching at his face. For one moment, he did believe he’d misread it, did tense when Jayne merely stilled, Simon’s lips pressed awkwardly to him, the doctor entertaining the notion of just moving back. But then Jayne was kissing him. Was gripping the back of Simon’s neck firmly, though Simon couldn’t recall how his hand had got there, lips parting to nudge his tongue between Simon’s and claim his mouth.
Aggressively. Finally. Simon’s hands were on Jayne’s t-shirt, leading the kiss as his tongue tangled enthusiastically with Jayne’s, slowing it even as Jayne stood, encouraging Simon along, too.
“About ruttin’ time.” Jayne didn’t drop the guitar, though he broke the kiss for a moment to mutter the words and set it carefully down, giving Simon the opportunity to push him. To catch him off guard and pin Jayne to the wall. Not that Simon was truly pinning him, as much muscle as Simon had, Jayne was the stronger of the two, had he wanted to push back and slam Simon against the wall he could have. It seemed he enjoyed being the focus of Simon’s attentions, just as much as Simon wanted to be the focus of Jayne’s. At least for a time.
“I hadn’t realized you were waiting on me.” Simon arched an eyebrow, amusement obvious as he pressed himself against Jayne. “How un-chivalrous of me.”
“Could call it that.“ Jayne was already pushing his leg further between Simon’s, making him rock slightly, Jayne's body pressed close in a manner that told Simon quite clearly where his intentions lay. In the same direction as Simon’s own, certainly less noble and more erotic.
Simon found himself swallowing a laugh as it bubbled up, his hands around Jayne’s neck, pulling the other man into a firm kiss as Jayne’s hands leisurely moved down his back and rested on his buttocks. His smile not lost in the kiss as Jayne’s fingers idly stroked, just as they had caressed the guitar before.
Author/Artist: Ann
Rating: R
Pairing: Simon/Jayne
Summary: Simon couldn’t help wanting the man’s attention focused solely on him in such a manner. Hands and fingers manipulating, creating a story rather than just reciting it, tongue put to other uses in Simon’s fantasies, though he couldn’t deny liking the novel use Jayne found for it now.
Thanks to thunder_nari and lvs2read for the great betas and reassurance.
Written for the Simon Tam round atmaleslashminis, for devo79 who wanted Jayne/Simon with alcohol, Jayne singing and Simon laughing but no non-con or angst.
Simon noticed Jayne the moment he came aboard Serenity. He couldn’t fail to. The man made him uneasy for a conglomerate of reasons, the most pressing being the way Jayne had hovered around River’s active cryo chamber, running his fingers over the metal with a curious gleam in his eyes. The next following shortly, manifesting in a wave of heat and arousal that Simon had felt at the idle speculation of what those same hands would feel like tracing over his own body with such obvious interest.
It was a wonder that frequently entertained his thoughts over the next few months, though he would hide it behind distaste. Some of which Jayne brought upon himself with comments on River and crude innuendo, though sometimes Simon had to admit that he sniped with the man at every opportunity. Sometimes it was forced, when situations were created that almost sent his sister and their life to hell itself. But other times the snark was natural, as close to flirtation as Simon could manage with Kaylee’s eyes on him and the very real reminder that Jayne had yet to make any kind of approach save his own teasing flirtations.
And Simon really wasn’t keen to meet the shiny end of Vera.
Even if, at times, Jayne’s remarks did beg for a more personal response. Commenting on Simon’s mouth, Simon’s clothes, with eyes raking over him at every opportunity. The man even took every chance to jostle Simon, just hard enough to set the doctor off balance and have his mouth shooting off at Jayne, his own gaze following Jayne. Flirtations that Simon was surprised no one else had noticed, though at times he’d caught Inara assessing them thoughtfully and both Mal and Wash frowning at them suspiciously.
It was a comfortable relationship and Simon enjoyed the attention as much as he enjoyed finding subtle ways of giving it back. Never crossing the line in his infirmary, always being the doctor there first and foremost, but never hesitating to make comments or move carefully around Jayne everywhere else.
It was comfortable…until now.
Now Simon was decidedly uncomfortable, leaning over the railing of the cargo bay, knees aching as they pressed into the lower metal railing, one hand curled around a mug of Kaylee‘s brew, the other holding onto the upper rail. But uncomfortable as he was, he wasn’t about to move.
Jayne was humming to some unknown melody--one Simon couldn’t name and wasn’t sure he cared to--but as Jayne hummed, his fingers stroked lightly over the strings of the guitar. Large, calloused hands carefully caressing, making Simon shudder as music itself occasionally made him. It wasn’t the music doing it now, however, his eyes were fixed on Jayne’s hands, watching the man carefully tease a now recognizable tune from the guitar. Fingers pressing down carefully, thumb sweeping lightly over to bring about a deep vibration that made Simon curl his fingers around the metal of the upper rail.
Simon couldn’t help wanting the man’s attention focused solely on him in such a manner. Hands and fingers manipulating, creating a story rather than just reciting it, tongue put to other uses in Simon’s fantasies, though he couldn’t deny liking the novel use Jayne found for it now.
Jayne was singing. Nothing fancy and not loud, not boisterous like he would have once expected from Jayne. Rough and low, tongue teasing over words now to tell a tale that Simon couldn’t follow because, between the hands and Jayne himself, his focus was torn. Distracted.
This wasn’t the first time he’d leant there for what seemed like hours, just watching. His feet often took him to the cargo bay on a late evening while everyone slept, somehow undisturbed by the noise. Tonight it was unsurprising that no one noticed Jayne’s playing, especially with the gusto that sake and Kaylee‘s brew had been consumed. As for other nights, perhaps no one was as curious as Simon had been. As he always was.
Jayne sang quietly, too low for Simon to hear most of the time, but when he did the songs didn't lullaby him, nor did they make him want to close his eyes and romantize. Sometimes they were lewd, sometimes limericks, but they were always …Jayne.
Sometimes, like now, they made him bite his lip to keep from laughing.
“Ruttin’ an’ thieving, an’ ruttin’ an’ drinking ‘til the coin ain’t there no more.”
Simon really wanted to say something, wanted to comment or find the perfect words to say in a tone with just the right amount of haughtiness so that when Jayne looked up there would be a hint of annoyance in his gaze. But his mind failed him. The second most intelligent person on the ship, at least when it came to book smarts as the captain called them, yet he couldn’t say a word.
He wasn’t much able to hold down the brew, though Saké had been his poison of choice back on Osiris, and the alcohol was getting to him now, at least Simon had to reason that's what it was. Why else would the crudely described words that jumbled into a song, make his fingers grip all the harder for only a moment, before his feet started to move him, leading him along the walkway towards the stairs. Simon neglected to remember that he‘d barely taken a sip of the drink and had only a few thimbles of Saké earlier.
Simon had an idle moment to wonder if he truly had gone mad. If that was the reason why he was moving down the stairs, why his heart was starting to race, his palms sweating so that the cup almost slipped from his hand and was left balanced precariously on the stair rail. His throat was dry, even as he licked his lips, the melody of the music no longer distracting his focus from the man who played it.
It was still astounding in some ways to Simon that a man so oafish and seemingly clumsy could be so precise. Though Jayne was large and pushy, he was surprisingly skilful and any clumsiness was an illusion brought about by his size. After all, he gave the same loving attention to his weapons as he did the instrument. Treated them as reverently.
It was time he gave his attention to Simon.
Not wondering on why Jayne hadn’t seemed to notice him, Simon laid a hand on the man’s shoulder, his fingers curling around the nape of Jayne’s neck as he squatted down and pressed his lips up firmly against Jayne’s. He didn’t relish the possible cursing or violence that would ensue if he was misreading the situation between them, but at least it would solve his problem one way or another. He was tired of dancing around.
The thought that Jayne needed to shave was fleeting as Simon pressed his lips more firmly to Jayne‘s, his eyes open and on the other man’s as he tried to ignore the stubble itching at his face. For one moment, he did believe he’d misread it, did tense when Jayne merely stilled, Simon’s lips pressed awkwardly to him, the doctor entertaining the notion of just moving back. But then Jayne was kissing him. Was gripping the back of Simon’s neck firmly, though Simon couldn’t recall how his hand had got there, lips parting to nudge his tongue between Simon’s and claim his mouth.
Aggressively. Finally. Simon’s hands were on Jayne’s t-shirt, leading the kiss as his tongue tangled enthusiastically with Jayne’s, slowing it even as Jayne stood, encouraging Simon along, too.
“About ruttin’ time.” Jayne didn’t drop the guitar, though he broke the kiss for a moment to mutter the words and set it carefully down, giving Simon the opportunity to push him. To catch him off guard and pin Jayne to the wall. Not that Simon was truly pinning him, as much muscle as Simon had, Jayne was the stronger of the two, had he wanted to push back and slam Simon against the wall he could have. It seemed he enjoyed being the focus of Simon’s attentions, just as much as Simon wanted to be the focus of Jayne’s. At least for a time.
“I hadn’t realized you were waiting on me.” Simon arched an eyebrow, amusement obvious as he pressed himself against Jayne. “How un-chivalrous of me.”
“Could call it that.“ Jayne was already pushing his leg further between Simon’s, making him rock slightly, Jayne's body pressed close in a manner that told Simon quite clearly where his intentions lay. In the same direction as Simon’s own, certainly less noble and more erotic.
Simon found himself swallowing a laugh as it bubbled up, his hands around Jayne’s neck, pulling the other man into a firm kiss as Jayne’s hands leisurely moved down his back and rested on his buttocks. His smile not lost in the kiss as Jayne’s fingers idly stroked, just as they had caressed the guitar before.