FIC: Once burned 4/5
FIC: Once burned 4/5
Author: Ann
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing/character: Mal/Jayne, mentions of Simon/Jayne
Warnings: Angst, smut
Rating (This chapter): NC17
Sweet Charity fic for denyce, sorry it’s taking a while but I hope you enjoy it. Will be posted to this journal until complete, and then to archives and comms.
Summary: Simon unknowingly commits an infraction that could have severe repercussions for himself, and the crew.
Thanks to bookaddic43 for the great beta
Previous chapters are found here
What the hell had gone on between Simon and Jayne, Mal couldn’t just fathom. Seemed like something had been happening. Mal guessed they’d been rutting. Jayne had had his eye on Simon since the moment he came aboard, and Simon never did dislike the interest. They weren’t rutting now. Not when Simon had upped and left, returning to his own bunk the moment they left Talos to finish the Mayor’s job.
Jayne clammed up fast enough when Mal asked; had damn distracted him too, took Mal’s mind off asking anything about Simon and holding back the envious, annoyed feeling he’d gotten when he thought of them together. Jayne had taken Mal to his bunk faster than Mal could work out just why he was bending over for Jayne, instead of asking what had Simon so tetchy and Jayne all jittery.
It’d been a week, but things weren’t right. Serenity was flying just fine. The rest of the crew were happy enough and even River weren’t so much crazy as she was lucid. Should’ve been a good week. Except, Jayne was still so rutting uncomfortable and obvious about it around Simon, all but skittering away, except Jayne didn’t so much skitter as make no excuses and stride away. Whatever words Simon was ready to spill as he approached-always the one to do the approaching- died on his lips, before he stomped away, muttering non-too-favorable words on Jayne’s character.
It didn’t make sense to Mal’s mind, at least not the way he kept looking at it. Neither Jayne nor Simon favored complication, Simon had enough of them already and Jayne…well, Jayne just gorramn hated things being anything but simple. Simple pleasures were what kept him happy.
This was anything but simple. The rest of the crew were picking up on it now too. Meal times were tense, Jayne not saying much, keeping his mouth shut and forgoing even the occasional insult towards River. And River was baiting him; stealing his food, coming close to him almost in a dance then backing off. Trying to get Jayne to shoot of his mouth, to get Simon to step in to protest and get things easy once again. Jayne just wasn’t biting back anymore.
It had to end one way or the other.
Mal just hadn’t conjured it would be this way. Hadn’t figured he’d be shoving Jayne against the wall instead of finding out just what the hell had gone on, mouth pressing down punishingly, hands on Jayne’s shoulders as he pinned him there.
Jayne had never been shy about Mal coming to his bunk, or with Mal leaving soon after they rutted. It’d been a simple arrangement, none too complicated; just happened when one or other of them made moves for it to. And Jayne wasn’t all that reluctant with the kissing, now. Or with stripping Mal of his clothes fast enough to make Mal wonder if Jayne and Simon had been rutting. Because Jayne wasn’t shy with the idea of rutting, and all too fast with making it happen again. Mal guessed he’d cast the wrong kind of suspicions their way; they couldn’t have been, not with Jayne acting like a man who’d just found rainfall after a drought.
Mal’d missed this; the easy way they came together and got each other off. It made bad days more bearable with hard and fast ruts which left them both aching and made good days pretty shiny too.
He’d missed Jayne.
Cao
Mal bit back a groan at the thought, squeezing his eyes closed so he didn’t look down and see the man. Jayne was nipping none-too-gently at his chest now, hard kisses leaving marks on Mal‘s skin as Jayne dropped to his knees. Mal didn’t need this kind of complication, feeling something close to jealous stir in his chest when he thought of them together. He didn’t want to keep getting the urge to visit Jayne’s bunk and to wish, at other times, he was in Simon’s. It wasn’t smart, didn’t make what they did any the easier. In fact, he’d seen with whatever happened between Simon and Jayne, it only led to difficulties.
And then Mal forgot the words he was meant to be saying to Jayne, questions he was meant to be asking. All he could focus on was Jayne’s hands, Jayne’s mouth around his cock and the fingers breaching him. His breath was ragged, Mal tilting his head back against the cool ladder as his eyes closed and Jayne’s lips worked over him.
Hwai .
He shuddered as Jayne’s mouth worked over his cock, pressed back on the finger inside him; his legs spreading wider, feet inching further away from each other. Mal hadn’t ever figured Jayne for hesitation, but Jayne was taking his time, not so much teasing as preparing. Carefully stretching Mal like they’d never done this before, like Mal hadn’t ever hissed ’forget about the ruttin’ lube’ before they both enjoyed the warm burn. One finger, then two, three…not even pressing at his prostate, not making Mal weak in his legs and pushing him to order Jayne to fuck him. It wasn’t arousing, it was clinical. Careful and like Jayne had got his hands on the blandest sex-guide that bounced around the cortex.
Mal could even feel a couple of drops of lube running down his pigu
, dripping onto his leg, his cock becoming half-hard at the feeling. He opened his eyes and cleared his throat wondering just what he was meant to be saying to Jayne, wondering what the hell his gorramn merc was actually doing. The look of intense concentration on Jayne’s face would’ve been hilarious in any other circumstance, the seriousness seeming out of place.
Jayne caught his eyes, the man actually flushing around his neck and face, hurriedly brushing away the question Mal was about to ask with a gruff order.
“Bed, now.”
This was less complicated, with Jayne thrusting into him the moment he bent over the bunk. Pushing the air from his lungs in a great breath as Mal gripped the sides. Not so careful or slow now, the way Mal liked it. It was less complicated; no questions coming to his mind, no thoughts on anything or anyone else as Jayne gripped his hips and thrust harder, faster.
Mal was hard again, struggling to find balance and grasp his cock. Legs none-too-steady as Jayne changed his angle, keeping up the harsh thrusts that had Mal’s vision blurring, now. Every stroke sending white-hot flushes through Mal as he pushed back, no rhythm to his motions; just eager and wanton and wanting. He shuddered, fingers curling into Jayne’s sheets. The sudden thought of ‘did Simon sleep here?’ an unwelcome intruder that quickly faded as Jayne’s hand stroked over his cock.
Buttocks clenching, a muted groan on his lips, Mal felt the heat pool in his belly as his balls tightened, body pressing back as close to Jayne’s as he could get. A low whine whistled between his lips as he squirmed against Jayne’s hand, friction from the harsh stroking just enough to give him release. He sunk forward, cock pulsing as he came over Jayne’s bunk, heart thumping and breath juddering.
Mal was barely aware that Jayne stilled his motions, still buried deep inside him, not saying a word, no warmth inside Mal telling him Jayne had found release too. Regaining his breath, Mal was about to turn around and actually ask Jayne what was the hell was going on, when he heard it. Jayne’s ragged breath, his own deep breaths intermingling with…someone else‘s? Someone whose breath came in quick inhalations.
There was a sudden stillness in Jayne’s bunk. The only movement was Jayne’s, involuntarily as his cock slipped from Mal, no longer even half-hard. Mal could hear Jayne’s teeth gritting, the grip on his hips suddenly harder. He looked up, and wished he hadn‘t. Saw shiny shoes first and then he twisted his head, looked further up into Simon’s pale face.
“Duh liou mahng.” The words seemed to break whatever spell held them in stillness. Simon went red, then white, the doctor obviously struggling to find words as he looked at Jayne. Then he looked at Mal and Mal felt his stomach clench as anger, then embarrassment crossed Simon’s face.
Simon didn’t say a word, didn’t make demands or curse, or stomp back up the ladder. He just left as quiet as he’d come. Through the open hatch; the hatch that Mal had left open. Mal let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, straightening as Jayne stepped back. Ma de He grasped his pants, yanking them on with shaking hands. He wasn’t sure if he was furious at Simon for intruding, at himself for leaving the bunk wide open, or at Jayne for not being Jayne. For keeping so quiet and avoiding his eyes when Mal looked his way.
“You know he ‘d be comin’?” Mal clenched his fists, anger sweeping through him because he needed something, someone to be angry at and if Simon had stayed one gorramn minute longer it could have been at him. But the doctor had left, quiet as he came and looking like he’d just been smacked full in the face by the ‘verse.
Jayne shrugged, “Keeps coming.”
It wasn’t an answer and Mal conveniently ignored the fact that it was him who’d left Jayne’s bunk open. Conveniently ignoring whether he’d actually done it on purpose, because it was no secret that Simon keeps trying to get to Jayne.
“Why?”
Another shrug and this time Mal had Jayne up against the wall for an entirely different reason. “I ain’t playing here Jayne, you best tell me everything and I mean everything that happened between you and Simon. ‘Cause in case you hadn’t noticed, Serenity’s not all that big and I’m not having you sulk around while the doc gives us the evil eye, and gets himself all testy and upset.”
He expected Jayne to push him away, to glower at him and spit back insults and sneers. He didn’t expect Jayne to look him straight in the eye, unease and self-annoyance obvious.
“Doc’s a chu nu.”
Simon was…oh, Mal stepped back, hands loosening, mind just repeating Jayne’s words as he stared at him, “Huh. Well.”
Jayne was looking more than a mite uncomfortable though whether it was with the notion of Simon being inexperienced, or talking to Mal about it, the captain wasn’t sure. It was a mess though. Complicated, gorramn mess and now he had to do something about it.
Mayhap he should have been the one to do something in the first place.
He sighed, “Start from Talos, Jayne, and tell me everything that’s happened between you two.”
Author: Ann
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing/character: Mal/Jayne, mentions of Simon/Jayne
Warnings: Angst, smut
Rating (This chapter): NC17
Sweet Charity fic for denyce, sorry it’s taking a while but I hope you enjoy it. Will be posted to this journal until complete, and then to archives and comms.
Summary: Simon unknowingly commits an infraction that could have severe repercussions for himself, and the crew.
Thanks to bookaddic43 for the great beta
Previous chapters are found here
What the hell had gone on between Simon and Jayne, Mal couldn’t just fathom. Seemed like something had been happening. Mal guessed they’d been rutting. Jayne had had his eye on Simon since the moment he came aboard, and Simon never did dislike the interest. They weren’t rutting now. Not when Simon had upped and left, returning to his own bunk the moment they left Talos to finish the Mayor’s job.
Jayne clammed up fast enough when Mal asked; had damn distracted him too, took Mal’s mind off asking anything about Simon and holding back the envious, annoyed feeling he’d gotten when he thought of them together. Jayne had taken Mal to his bunk faster than Mal could work out just why he was bending over for Jayne, instead of asking what had Simon so tetchy and Jayne all jittery.
It’d been a week, but things weren’t right. Serenity was flying just fine. The rest of the crew were happy enough and even River weren’t so much crazy as she was lucid. Should’ve been a good week. Except, Jayne was still so rutting uncomfortable and obvious about it around Simon, all but skittering away, except Jayne didn’t so much skitter as make no excuses and stride away. Whatever words Simon was ready to spill as he approached-always the one to do the approaching- died on his lips, before he stomped away, muttering non-too-favorable words on Jayne’s character.
It didn’t make sense to Mal’s mind, at least not the way he kept looking at it. Neither Jayne nor Simon favored complication, Simon had enough of them already and Jayne…well, Jayne just gorramn hated things being anything but simple. Simple pleasures were what kept him happy.
This was anything but simple. The rest of the crew were picking up on it now too. Meal times were tense, Jayne not saying much, keeping his mouth shut and forgoing even the occasional insult towards River. And River was baiting him; stealing his food, coming close to him almost in a dance then backing off. Trying to get Jayne to shoot of his mouth, to get Simon to step in to protest and get things easy once again. Jayne just wasn’t biting back anymore.
It had to end one way or the other.
Mal just hadn’t conjured it would be this way. Hadn’t figured he’d be shoving Jayne against the wall instead of finding out just what the hell had gone on, mouth pressing down punishingly, hands on Jayne’s shoulders as he pinned him there.
Jayne had never been shy about Mal coming to his bunk, or with Mal leaving soon after they rutted. It’d been a simple arrangement, none too complicated; just happened when one or other of them made moves for it to. And Jayne wasn’t all that reluctant with the kissing, now. Or with stripping Mal of his clothes fast enough to make Mal wonder if Jayne and Simon had been rutting. Because Jayne wasn’t shy with the idea of rutting, and all too fast with making it happen again. Mal guessed he’d cast the wrong kind of suspicions their way; they couldn’t have been, not with Jayne acting like a man who’d just found rainfall after a drought.
Mal’d missed this; the easy way they came together and got each other off. It made bad days more bearable with hard and fast ruts which left them both aching and made good days pretty shiny too.
He’d missed Jayne.
Cao
Mal bit back a groan at the thought, squeezing his eyes closed so he didn’t look down and see the man. Jayne was nipping none-too-gently at his chest now, hard kisses leaving marks on Mal‘s skin as Jayne dropped to his knees. Mal didn’t need this kind of complication, feeling something close to jealous stir in his chest when he thought of them together. He didn’t want to keep getting the urge to visit Jayne’s bunk and to wish, at other times, he was in Simon’s. It wasn’t smart, didn’t make what they did any the easier. In fact, he’d seen with whatever happened between Simon and Jayne, it only led to difficulties.
And then Mal forgot the words he was meant to be saying to Jayne, questions he was meant to be asking. All he could focus on was Jayne’s hands, Jayne’s mouth around his cock and the fingers breaching him. His breath was ragged, Mal tilting his head back against the cool ladder as his eyes closed and Jayne’s lips worked over him.
Hwai .
He shuddered as Jayne’s mouth worked over his cock, pressed back on the finger inside him; his legs spreading wider, feet inching further away from each other. Mal hadn’t ever figured Jayne for hesitation, but Jayne was taking his time, not so much teasing as preparing. Carefully stretching Mal like they’d never done this before, like Mal hadn’t ever hissed ’forget about the ruttin’ lube’ before they both enjoyed the warm burn. One finger, then two, three…not even pressing at his prostate, not making Mal weak in his legs and pushing him to order Jayne to fuck him. It wasn’t arousing, it was clinical. Careful and like Jayne had got his hands on the blandest sex-guide that bounced around the cortex.
Mal could even feel a couple of drops of lube running down his pigu
, dripping onto his leg, his cock becoming half-hard at the feeling. He opened his eyes and cleared his throat wondering just what he was meant to be saying to Jayne, wondering what the hell his gorramn merc was actually doing. The look of intense concentration on Jayne’s face would’ve been hilarious in any other circumstance, the seriousness seeming out of place.
Jayne caught his eyes, the man actually flushing around his neck and face, hurriedly brushing away the question Mal was about to ask with a gruff order.
“Bed, now.”
This was less complicated, with Jayne thrusting into him the moment he bent over the bunk. Pushing the air from his lungs in a great breath as Mal gripped the sides. Not so careful or slow now, the way Mal liked it. It was less complicated; no questions coming to his mind, no thoughts on anything or anyone else as Jayne gripped his hips and thrust harder, faster.
Mal was hard again, struggling to find balance and grasp his cock. Legs none-too-steady as Jayne changed his angle, keeping up the harsh thrusts that had Mal’s vision blurring, now. Every stroke sending white-hot flushes through Mal as he pushed back, no rhythm to his motions; just eager and wanton and wanting. He shuddered, fingers curling into Jayne’s sheets. The sudden thought of ‘did Simon sleep here?’ an unwelcome intruder that quickly faded as Jayne’s hand stroked over his cock.
Buttocks clenching, a muted groan on his lips, Mal felt the heat pool in his belly as his balls tightened, body pressing back as close to Jayne’s as he could get. A low whine whistled between his lips as he squirmed against Jayne’s hand, friction from the harsh stroking just enough to give him release. He sunk forward, cock pulsing as he came over Jayne’s bunk, heart thumping and breath juddering.
Mal was barely aware that Jayne stilled his motions, still buried deep inside him, not saying a word, no warmth inside Mal telling him Jayne had found release too. Regaining his breath, Mal was about to turn around and actually ask Jayne what was the hell was going on, when he heard it. Jayne’s ragged breath, his own deep breaths intermingling with…someone else‘s? Someone whose breath came in quick inhalations.
There was a sudden stillness in Jayne’s bunk. The only movement was Jayne’s, involuntarily as his cock slipped from Mal, no longer even half-hard. Mal could hear Jayne’s teeth gritting, the grip on his hips suddenly harder. He looked up, and wished he hadn‘t. Saw shiny shoes first and then he twisted his head, looked further up into Simon’s pale face.
“Duh liou mahng.” The words seemed to break whatever spell held them in stillness. Simon went red, then white, the doctor obviously struggling to find words as he looked at Jayne. Then he looked at Mal and Mal felt his stomach clench as anger, then embarrassment crossed Simon’s face.
Simon didn’t say a word, didn’t make demands or curse, or stomp back up the ladder. He just left as quiet as he’d come. Through the open hatch; the hatch that Mal had left open. Mal let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, straightening as Jayne stepped back. Ma de He grasped his pants, yanking them on with shaking hands. He wasn’t sure if he was furious at Simon for intruding, at himself for leaving the bunk wide open, or at Jayne for not being Jayne. For keeping so quiet and avoiding his eyes when Mal looked his way.
“You know he ‘d be comin’?” Mal clenched his fists, anger sweeping through him because he needed something, someone to be angry at and if Simon had stayed one gorramn minute longer it could have been at him. But the doctor had left, quiet as he came and looking like he’d just been smacked full in the face by the ‘verse.
Jayne shrugged, “Keeps coming.”
It wasn’t an answer and Mal conveniently ignored the fact that it was him who’d left Jayne’s bunk open. Conveniently ignoring whether he’d actually done it on purpose, because it was no secret that Simon keeps trying to get to Jayne.
“Why?”
Another shrug and this time Mal had Jayne up against the wall for an entirely different reason. “I ain’t playing here Jayne, you best tell me everything and I mean everything that happened between you and Simon. ‘Cause in case you hadn’t noticed, Serenity’s not all that big and I’m not having you sulk around while the doc gives us the evil eye, and gets himself all testy and upset.”
He expected Jayne to push him away, to glower at him and spit back insults and sneers. He didn’t expect Jayne to look him straight in the eye, unease and self-annoyance obvious.
“Doc’s a chu nu.”
Simon was…oh, Mal stepped back, hands loosening, mind just repeating Jayne’s words as he stared at him, “Huh. Well.”
Jayne was looking more than a mite uncomfortable though whether it was with the notion of Simon being inexperienced, or talking to Mal about it, the captain wasn’t sure. It was a mess though. Complicated, gorramn mess and now he had to do something about it.
Mayhap he should have been the one to do something in the first place.
He sighed, “Start from Talos, Jayne, and tell me everything that’s happened between you two.”