Ficlet: Payback (Mal/Simon)
Ficlet: Payback
Author: Ann
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing/character: Mal/Simon
Warnings: slash
Rating : R
Disclaimer: Not mine, for sure.
Summary: Mal’s talking to him now, saying words that Simon wants to ignore, that he wants the pain to drown out just so that he doesn’t have to listen to them. So that he doesn’t have to obey them.
Last of the Christmas ficlets that I did.
Thank you Tanya, for the great beta
He can't move, can't bring himself to drag in the breath he desperately needs. Lungs aching, fists clenched, Simon stares at Mal.
Mal's staring back at him, unblinking, face set in an expression Simon can't decipher. He's caught between taking back the words, the biting comments he‘d made earlier; then the Captain’s moving and, di yu! Simon gulps in a breath, choking on it as a gasp tries to push its way out instead and pain suddenly shoots up his leg.
Mal’s talking to him now, saying words that Simon wants to ignore, that he wants the pain to drown out just so that he doesn’t have to listen to them. So that he doesn’t have to obey them. Mal’s hands are firm, just as much so as his actions and Simon can’t do more then clench his teeth and hold back the sarcastic retort he wants to let go.
Of course it hurts.
He also knows he should sit down, doesn‘t need Mal to say the words again and again. Simon’s aware that he shouldn’t stand so rigidly, holding himself in such a precarious position, but he can’t help his own stubborn refusal to do so when Mal is speaking to him in that tone. Then his body twitches, takes that choice away from him as spasms run up his back that throw him off-balance. Simon falls back enough to almost trip over and pull Mal on top of him but the Captain’s got a good hold on him and he’s not about to let up his ministrations, not when Simon’s told him not to, not when the doctor’s done this again and again to Mal and shown the man just how to deal with it. Though Simon likes to believe his touch is more careful than Mal’s seems to be right at this moment. He also likes to believe that any extra pain has nothing to do with his own refusal to stay still and let himself rest.
Gasping out, the pain flares once more as Mal’s hands knead his calf, thumbs pressed firmly into the muscle, teasing out the knot that’s there, that‘s been building since the day before. Simon grits his teeth as Mal stretches out his leg, flexing his feet as his hand rubs firmly up and down. And suddenly it’s over. The sharp pain is gone, replaced with a dull ache as Mal keeps massaging, thumbs and fingers working over the whole calf now, rubbing up and down and soothing Simon’s leg as Simon lets himself lay back against the pillows on their bunk. His face is flushed, partly from the suddenly release, partly from the embarrassment of his own reaction. From refusing to let Mal do this, to interrupt the job the crew were going to do to get money which was sorely needed. The job his lover had put on hold just to do this.
Then Mal’s hands are on his foot, thumbs teasing into the arch, stroking over the sole of his foot to rub lightly at his toes.
“Mal,” the word is a groan because, despite the slight ache in his calf, Simon’s now experiencing a new ache, his cock hard and pressed against his trousers and who knew he liked Mal touching him there so much?
Simon isn’t disappointed when Mal leans over and presses a kiss to his lips but he is markedly annoyed when Mal breaks the kiss, lightly pats the bulge in his crotch and tells him he’ll have to wait until after the job. Of course, he doesn’t stop playing with Simon’s foot the entire time he does this, which leaves Simon hard and horny and plotting all kinds of payback for his lover‘s teasing..
Author: Ann
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing/character: Mal/Simon
Warnings: slash
Rating : R
Disclaimer: Not mine, for sure.
Summary: Mal’s talking to him now, saying words that Simon wants to ignore, that he wants the pain to drown out just so that he doesn’t have to listen to them. So that he doesn’t have to obey them.
Last of the Christmas ficlets that I did.
Thank you Tanya, for the great beta
He can't move, can't bring himself to drag in the breath he desperately needs. Lungs aching, fists clenched, Simon stares at Mal.
Mal's staring back at him, unblinking, face set in an expression Simon can't decipher. He's caught between taking back the words, the biting comments he‘d made earlier; then the Captain’s moving and, di yu! Simon gulps in a breath, choking on it as a gasp tries to push its way out instead and pain suddenly shoots up his leg.
Mal’s talking to him now, saying words that Simon wants to ignore, that he wants the pain to drown out just so that he doesn’t have to listen to them. So that he doesn’t have to obey them. Mal’s hands are firm, just as much so as his actions and Simon can’t do more then clench his teeth and hold back the sarcastic retort he wants to let go.
Of course it hurts.
He also knows he should sit down, doesn‘t need Mal to say the words again and again. Simon’s aware that he shouldn’t stand so rigidly, holding himself in such a precarious position, but he can’t help his own stubborn refusal to do so when Mal is speaking to him in that tone. Then his body twitches, takes that choice away from him as spasms run up his back that throw him off-balance. Simon falls back enough to almost trip over and pull Mal on top of him but the Captain’s got a good hold on him and he’s not about to let up his ministrations, not when Simon’s told him not to, not when the doctor’s done this again and again to Mal and shown the man just how to deal with it. Though Simon likes to believe his touch is more careful than Mal’s seems to be right at this moment. He also likes to believe that any extra pain has nothing to do with his own refusal to stay still and let himself rest.
Gasping out, the pain flares once more as Mal’s hands knead his calf, thumbs pressed firmly into the muscle, teasing out the knot that’s there, that‘s been building since the day before. Simon grits his teeth as Mal stretches out his leg, flexing his feet as his hand rubs firmly up and down. And suddenly it’s over. The sharp pain is gone, replaced with a dull ache as Mal keeps massaging, thumbs and fingers working over the whole calf now, rubbing up and down and soothing Simon’s leg as Simon lets himself lay back against the pillows on their bunk. His face is flushed, partly from the suddenly release, partly from the embarrassment of his own reaction. From refusing to let Mal do this, to interrupt the job the crew were going to do to get money which was sorely needed. The job his lover had put on hold just to do this.
Then Mal’s hands are on his foot, thumbs teasing into the arch, stroking over the sole of his foot to rub lightly at his toes.
“Mal,” the word is a groan because, despite the slight ache in his calf, Simon’s now experiencing a new ache, his cock hard and pressed against his trousers and who knew he liked Mal touching him there so much?
Simon isn’t disappointed when Mal leans over and presses a kiss to his lips but he is markedly annoyed when Mal breaks the kiss, lightly pats the bulge in his crotch and tells him he’ll have to wait until after the job. Of course, he doesn’t stop playing with Simon’s foot the entire time he does this, which leaves Simon hard and horny and plotting all kinds of payback for his lover‘s teasing..