"Wild Stallions." One Shot. Rated: R.
Title: Wild Stallions
Character(s)/Pairing: Mal/Jayne
Prompt: SLASH!!! Jayne/Anyone - preferrably Jayne/Mal or Jayne/Wash. Also a fan of Jayne/Zoe (probably the only het pairing I am a fan of). Romance, humour, smut, fluff... just no major angst.
Written For: ru_salki99, for the 2008 serenity_santa exchange.
Rating: R
Set: pre-"Serenity" (the pilot)
Word Count: 1971
Disclaimer: Not mine!
-Author Notes: *looks around nervously* Er... hello. Heh. I'm nervous - this is my first time writing Mal/Jayne, so I'm not sure how it measures up to the usual standard. I took a peek at my recipient's journal and saw that she liked Torchwood, so this was inspired a lot by the Jack/John fight in the episode (2x01) "Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang". Hee. And the title makes me laugh because it reminds me of "Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure". If only I'd gotten Eddie Van Halen - I could have made this fic into a very triumphant video. I really hope you enjoy! :)
Wild Stallions
“He’s mad as hell, cap’n,” Kaylee said worriedly, looking over her shoulder towards the big, furious man throwing crates around the hold.
“I can see that,” Mal replied tersely, his own eyes trained on the man as well. “He drunk?”
“No, not drunk… But he ain’t entirely sober, either.”
“Well ain’t that shiny.” Mal had seen that kind of anger before - Jayne was just like a bull, snorting and enraged, fenced in and ready to charge.
"Should we stop him?" Wash asked in a whisper. "Zoe could shoot him - just in the leg, nothing fatal." At Mal's exasperated look, Wash grinned and said, "Or we could just put him back on his leash."
"He's only a li'l worked up," Kaylee said, though her tone suggested she didn't believe the words herself. She looked at Jayne and then back to the captain. "I'm sure Jayne'll be real dandy soon as he's done with all that..." She gestured a bit helplessly at the man still moving crates pointlessly around the hold. "Stackin'."
"Yeah, well he better get set a lot quicker'n that." Mal nodded to Zoe. "Let me handle this, li'l Kaylee. Don't want you t'witness if - an' when - Jayne needs a seein' to. Go on to bed."
"Us, too, husband," Zoe said, putting an arm around Wash's shoulders. "Let's just let the boys play."
"Night kids!" Wash called playfully, waving as he and Zoe walked hand in hand back to their bunk. Kaylee gave her captain a tight smile before heading off to bed, as well.
Standing by himself, Mal rubbed his temple with the heel of his hand. He appreciated Jayne's worth as a tracker, he really did, but sometimes he wondered if keeping the merc on was really worth it. The man could be as temperamental as a thirteen year old girl, except he had guns and the strength of a horse to be ornery with. Mal sighed. Whatever was wrong, it had to be dealt with sometime.
"Jayne."
The big man grunted, but continued his work as though he hadn't heard a thing.
"Jayne."
Still the merc ignored him. Mal exhaled angrily.
"I'm not askin' again, Jayne. Now you better answer me, or - "
"Or what, Mal?" Jayne asked ferociously, throwing the small crate he'd been holding down to the floor as hard as he could. "What?" He strode over to the captain with long, furious strides. "'Cause from where I'm standin' don't look like you can do a damn thing."
"Now just hold on, Jayne. I think you're forgettin' who the captain is here, an' I don't - "
Jayne sneered. "Don't what? Y'know Mal, I'm jus' about done givin' a fuck 'bout you bein' the gorram captain. I ain't gonna talk or calm down, or whatever else go se you're gonna tell me to do, so leave me the hell alone. Now."
Revved up from annoyed to irate, Mal took a calculated, challenging step towards Jayne. "This," he said slowly, "is my boat. An' when you are on my boat you are workin' for me. Seems like you're bein' too rude for my tastes, an' don't think for one ruttin' second that I have any hesitation in throwin' your sorry pi gu right out into the black. Dong ma?"
Jayne crossed massive arms over his chest. His stance shifted from one of simple rage to one of belligerent provocation. His blue eyes gleamed defiantly. "No, don't think I do understand, Mal. Maybe you c'n clear it up."
Mal reached out and grabbed Jayne's shirt right under the collar. "Listen good, Jayne, 'cause I ain't gonna say it but one m- "
He didn't finish, because Jayne reached out and punched his captain square in the mouth.
"Jayne!" Mal stood up, wiping the trickle of blood from his chin. "Don't know what you think you're playin' at, but - "
"But what?" the merc growled. "You want some more?"
Mal grit his teeth and rushed the other man. He landed a blow at Jayne's ribcage, but the merc only grunted from the impact and then pushed Mal's shoulder hard. He stumbled away for a second - just enough time for Jayne's fist to connect with his stomach. He coughed a little, trying to draw a breath, before grabbing Jayne's shirt again and punching him as hard as he could in the face.
Jayne snorted a little from the pain, swiping at Mal with a heavy arm. Mal elbowed him in the chest before rearing back for another punch. Jayne saw it coming and dodged, grabbing Mal's arm and pulling him forward before pushing him hard to the ground. Before Mal had a chance to get up Jayne was on top of him, one calf across his back and two meaty hands holding his shoulders down.
"You can't win, Mal," Jayne said. "I ain't hurtin' anyone - 'cept for you now - by bein' in a mood so you best leave me the hell alone 'fore I really hurt you."
"Get off me, Jayne," the captain bit out, rage rolling like a storm inside him.
With a complacent grunt, Jayne rose. He stood arrogantly, waiting for Mal to rise. The captain took a deep breath. As soon as he was on his feet, he lashed out again, grabbing Jayne's middle, his head thrust hard into the other man's abdomen.
But the merc didn't fall. He just groaned before grabbing Mal and throwing him off the the side.
They were both running on full burn, angry and pumped with adrenaline. They came together again, hands nearly at each other's throats. And it occurred to Mal, his face inches away from Jayne's, that the merc was smiling. The merc was enjoying himself. Neither one of them had been seriously hurt yet; and both were good enough fighters that - if pushed enough - they could cause serious damage.
And as furious as Mal was - because Jayne had crossed a line - he was at least glad that the big, bear of a man was blowing off some steam. And he was content with that. But he had to keep his attention on the fight and there was suddenly no space between them and Jayne was big and strong and blindingly, beautifully angry and fuck, his eyes were the brightest shade of blue - and the next thing either of them knew rough hands were grappling and two mouths met in another hard, wilfull clash.
It was not, by any stretch of the imagination, satisfying. Somehow it felt so good it burned, but it was one-sided on both sides, neither wanting to let the other gain any ground. The kiss was demanding and hard and Jayne ravaged his mouth, tasting him greedily and taking, taking, taking - giving nothing back.
Mal had hardly enough time to respond to the attack before Jayne roughly pushed away from him. He grabbed the smaller man's arm and twisted it around, turning Mal with a strangled groan. Jayne pushed him hard and Mal spent a half second in confusion before becoming aware of the hard, metallic skin of Serenity pressed against his cheek.
"Fight's over," Jayne said. He grabbed both of Mal's wrists in hands that held on like vices and brought them up, pinning his arms on either side of head. The merc was panting. "And," he said, stepping forward so his body was pressed lightly against his captain's, "I win."
"Don't much care for this outcome," Mal said hoarsely.
"Oh, what?" Jayne asked, obviously amused. "I just get lucky? You get... distracted by somethin'?"
Mal grunted. He was sore and still feeling the last dregs of anger in his system. It felt so, so good to be trapped with Jayne, his body long and hard, pressed against him. He hated the loss of control, he thought; or he hated it in the same way an addict hated the drugs that he came back to time and time again, hated it because with power in such large, capable hands he didn't hate it at all. "Bein' punched in the head has been known to make the best of us a mite dizzy."
Jayne chuckled a little, darkly. Mal's arms strained against their restraints and, at that challenge, Jayne ghosted his thumbs across thick wrists and pressed himself further against Mal.
That did it. Mal bit his lip and turned his head so that his forehead was resting against the wall - because, by the feel of it, Jayne was as painfully aroused as he was and as much as his body wanted it there was no way he was letting anyone - not even broad, powerful mercenaries with arms like bands of steels and eyes like sparkling gorram oceans - take him pressed against his own ship's walls.
"Looks like you got a bit distracted yourself, Jayne." He coughed and shifted his weight from foot to foot. "Seen you lookin' at Inara an' Zoe. We all heard you talkin' about whores. Find out real sudden-like you're sly? Or you just like bein' punched that much?"
“Sly? Aww, no, I’ll fuck anything,” Jayne breathed, his mouth suddenly next to Mal's ear. “’Cept maybe stubborn, self-righteous Browncoats what don’t know when they’s way, way out o’ their depth.”
"Anyone heard you, they might get the wrong impression you was talkin' about me."
Jayne pressed into him harder and that time it wasn't about sensual dominance, it was about raw, primal, alpha-male power. Mal's authority had been challenged; and though, when they were through with whatever the fuck it was they were doing, Jayne would fall back into the ranks, for that moment he had Mal at his complete mercy. "Best shut up, 'fore I find somethin' better for that pretty mouth o' yours to be doin'."
"Y'think I'm pretty? Well don't that beat all. I always thought I was the - " He grunted as Jayne elbowed the back of his head. "Mmph. Dashing, handsome type myself, but hell... If you say I'm pretty..."
That earned him no response and for a moment that stretched on endlessly they stood there, bodies molded together. Mal had no respect for Jayne, but the man had the unbridled power of a wild stallion and the physicality of a sleek, powerful cat. He didn't want to beg, but if his merc teased him for a moment longer - body like a warrior-god's, hot breath at his ear, hands as warm, erotic shakles, the promise of a cock that had to be nearly as thick as little Kaylee's wrist - then he was turning around and he was ripping their clothes off himself.
But finally Jayne sighed. Mal felt a dull cold settle over his body. "Can't tame me, Mal." Jayne stepped back, all the rage and fierce passion coiled back up tightly inside him. "So don't ruttin' try."
And that was, definitively, the end. Jayne walked off, no doubt back to his bunk, pride in every line of him.
Mal's hands stayed on the wall until Jayne was completely out of sight.
He sighed and let his hands drop. At least... Jayne had seemed to calm down, even if whatever had been making him so tight and fuious hadn't been properly dealt with. Mal scratched the back of his head and let out a tired breath.
"Intense," he muttered, trying to calm himself down. Jayne - setting aside his many detractors - was a very attractive man. Thick, powerful thighs, flat, chiseled chest, rough, callused - perfect - hands, rough, stubbly cheeks...
Well maybe he could do without the goatee. Mal didn't much care for facial hair.
He sighed. Everyone else - even Serenity - was down for the count until day-cycle; maybe it was time to follow his crew's example.
Feeling frustrated and completely drained, Mal headed to his own empty bunk. It was going to be another long, lonely night.
~~~
Also! There were 2 Teasers!
1. Jayne and Wash triple-drabble:
“Hey. What’s that?”
Wash froze. ’Oh no,’ he thought frantically. ’It’s Jayne. He’s behind me. And I have a stegosaurus in my hand.’
It was embarrassing enough that his beautiful wife knew about his toys, but Jayne? The big, hulking, “shoot-first-ask-questions-later”, kind of smelly, goatee-sporting merc? He could probably hurt Wash nearly as badly as Zoë could, and then laugh about it after.
“You mean the console?” he asked, shoving his dinosaurs under the seat. “That’s what I use to fly the ship. You know… steering, landing, keeping our merry boat afloat.” He turned to look at Jayne - who was frowning, apparently deep in thought.
“Not that, I meant the thing you jus’ threw under your seat.”
So apparently brawn did come with a brain. “Oh that, right yeah, of course.” He tried to smile, though the tips of his ears felt like they were on fire. “It’s a very complicated instrument, really, and - “
“Looked like a gorram toy t’me.”
“Nothing escapes you, does it?” Wash sighed. He teased Jayne - that was just how things worked. The big man didn’t always realize he was being teased, of course, but Wash was generous enough to overlook that. Jayne didn’t seem like he’d be leaving any time soon, so reluctantly Wash reached down and grabbed his stegosaurus. “Yes,” he said, “You caught me. I’m a grown man and I play with dinosaurs. Plastic dinosaurs. I still like playing with toys!” He brought out the tyrannosaurus, as well. “Make fun of me if you want, but… But Zoë thinks it’s adorable. And manly. Dinosaurs are very manly.”
He cleared his throat, still fighting down the embarrassment at being caught in the midst of a game.
Jayne stared at him, still frowning. “Okay,” he said after a long, pregnant pause. “C’n I play?”
and...
2. Mal/Jayne Sonnet:
Those eyes like sapphires - you meet them at last.
He has been watching you more and more.
And something will pull at you, hard and fast -
Hands find your body and you’re on the floor.
He’s moaning words you’ve never heard him say
Against your skin, knee pressed into your thigh.
You want his hands where they refuse to stay,
Along the length of you, so good you die.
Your stallion’s unstabled, breathless and bold.
The world is spinning and you’re in a dream.
His body’s burning, your defenses fold;
There is no softness as he makes you scream.
His kisses you long for, his touch you seek;
You’re his completely now; he makes you weak.
Feedback always appreciated. Thanks for reading; hope you enjoyed it!
Character(s)/Pairing: Mal/Jayne
Prompt: SLASH!!! Jayne/Anyone - preferrably Jayne/Mal or Jayne/Wash. Also a fan of Jayne/Zoe (probably the only het pairing I am a fan of). Romance, humour, smut, fluff... just no major angst.
Written For: ru_salki99, for the 2008 serenity_santa exchange.
Rating: R
Set: pre-"Serenity" (the pilot)
Word Count: 1971
Disclaimer: Not mine!
-Author Notes: *looks around nervously* Er... hello. Heh. I'm nervous - this is my first time writing Mal/Jayne, so I'm not sure how it measures up to the usual standard. I took a peek at my recipient's journal and saw that she liked Torchwood, so this was inspired a lot by the Jack/John fight in the episode (2x01) "Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang". Hee. And the title makes me laugh because it reminds me of "Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure". If only I'd gotten Eddie Van Halen - I could have made this fic into a very triumphant video. I really hope you enjoy! :)
Wild Stallions
“He’s mad as hell, cap’n,” Kaylee said worriedly, looking over her shoulder towards the big, furious man throwing crates around the hold.
“I can see that,” Mal replied tersely, his own eyes trained on the man as well. “He drunk?”
“No, not drunk… But he ain’t entirely sober, either.”
“Well ain’t that shiny.” Mal had seen that kind of anger before - Jayne was just like a bull, snorting and enraged, fenced in and ready to charge.
"Should we stop him?" Wash asked in a whisper. "Zoe could shoot him - just in the leg, nothing fatal." At Mal's exasperated look, Wash grinned and said, "Or we could just put him back on his leash."
"He's only a li'l worked up," Kaylee said, though her tone suggested she didn't believe the words herself. She looked at Jayne and then back to the captain. "I'm sure Jayne'll be real dandy soon as he's done with all that..." She gestured a bit helplessly at the man still moving crates pointlessly around the hold. "Stackin'."
"Yeah, well he better get set a lot quicker'n that." Mal nodded to Zoe. "Let me handle this, li'l Kaylee. Don't want you t'witness if - an' when - Jayne needs a seein' to. Go on to bed."
"Us, too, husband," Zoe said, putting an arm around Wash's shoulders. "Let's just let the boys play."
"Night kids!" Wash called playfully, waving as he and Zoe walked hand in hand back to their bunk. Kaylee gave her captain a tight smile before heading off to bed, as well.
Standing by himself, Mal rubbed his temple with the heel of his hand. He appreciated Jayne's worth as a tracker, he really did, but sometimes he wondered if keeping the merc on was really worth it. The man could be as temperamental as a thirteen year old girl, except he had guns and the strength of a horse to be ornery with. Mal sighed. Whatever was wrong, it had to be dealt with sometime.
"Jayne."
The big man grunted, but continued his work as though he hadn't heard a thing.
"Jayne."
Still the merc ignored him. Mal exhaled angrily.
"I'm not askin' again, Jayne. Now you better answer me, or - "
"Or what, Mal?" Jayne asked ferociously, throwing the small crate he'd been holding down to the floor as hard as he could. "What?" He strode over to the captain with long, furious strides. "'Cause from where I'm standin' don't look like you can do a damn thing."
"Now just hold on, Jayne. I think you're forgettin' who the captain is here, an' I don't - "
Jayne sneered. "Don't what? Y'know Mal, I'm jus' about done givin' a fuck 'bout you bein' the gorram captain. I ain't gonna talk or calm down, or whatever else go se you're gonna tell me to do, so leave me the hell alone. Now."
Revved up from annoyed to irate, Mal took a calculated, challenging step towards Jayne. "This," he said slowly, "is my boat. An' when you are on my boat you are workin' for me. Seems like you're bein' too rude for my tastes, an' don't think for one ruttin' second that I have any hesitation in throwin' your sorry pi gu right out into the black. Dong ma?"
Jayne crossed massive arms over his chest. His stance shifted from one of simple rage to one of belligerent provocation. His blue eyes gleamed defiantly. "No, don't think I do understand, Mal. Maybe you c'n clear it up."
Mal reached out and grabbed Jayne's shirt right under the collar. "Listen good, Jayne, 'cause I ain't gonna say it but one m- "
He didn't finish, because Jayne reached out and punched his captain square in the mouth.
"Jayne!" Mal stood up, wiping the trickle of blood from his chin. "Don't know what you think you're playin' at, but - "
"But what?" the merc growled. "You want some more?"
Mal grit his teeth and rushed the other man. He landed a blow at Jayne's ribcage, but the merc only grunted from the impact and then pushed Mal's shoulder hard. He stumbled away for a second - just enough time for Jayne's fist to connect with his stomach. He coughed a little, trying to draw a breath, before grabbing Jayne's shirt again and punching him as hard as he could in the face.
Jayne snorted a little from the pain, swiping at Mal with a heavy arm. Mal elbowed him in the chest before rearing back for another punch. Jayne saw it coming and dodged, grabbing Mal's arm and pulling him forward before pushing him hard to the ground. Before Mal had a chance to get up Jayne was on top of him, one calf across his back and two meaty hands holding his shoulders down.
"You can't win, Mal," Jayne said. "I ain't hurtin' anyone - 'cept for you now - by bein' in a mood so you best leave me the hell alone 'fore I really hurt you."
"Get off me, Jayne," the captain bit out, rage rolling like a storm inside him.
With a complacent grunt, Jayne rose. He stood arrogantly, waiting for Mal to rise. The captain took a deep breath. As soon as he was on his feet, he lashed out again, grabbing Jayne's middle, his head thrust hard into the other man's abdomen.
But the merc didn't fall. He just groaned before grabbing Mal and throwing him off the the side.
They were both running on full burn, angry and pumped with adrenaline. They came together again, hands nearly at each other's throats. And it occurred to Mal, his face inches away from Jayne's, that the merc was smiling. The merc was enjoying himself. Neither one of them had been seriously hurt yet; and both were good enough fighters that - if pushed enough - they could cause serious damage.
And as furious as Mal was - because Jayne had crossed a line - he was at least glad that the big, bear of a man was blowing off some steam. And he was content with that. But he had to keep his attention on the fight and there was suddenly no space between them and Jayne was big and strong and blindingly, beautifully angry and fuck, his eyes were the brightest shade of blue - and the next thing either of them knew rough hands were grappling and two mouths met in another hard, wilfull clash.
It was not, by any stretch of the imagination, satisfying. Somehow it felt so good it burned, but it was one-sided on both sides, neither wanting to let the other gain any ground. The kiss was demanding and hard and Jayne ravaged his mouth, tasting him greedily and taking, taking, taking - giving nothing back.
Mal had hardly enough time to respond to the attack before Jayne roughly pushed away from him. He grabbed the smaller man's arm and twisted it around, turning Mal with a strangled groan. Jayne pushed him hard and Mal spent a half second in confusion before becoming aware of the hard, metallic skin of Serenity pressed against his cheek.
"Fight's over," Jayne said. He grabbed both of Mal's wrists in hands that held on like vices and brought them up, pinning his arms on either side of head. The merc was panting. "And," he said, stepping forward so his body was pressed lightly against his captain's, "I win."
"Don't much care for this outcome," Mal said hoarsely.
"Oh, what?" Jayne asked, obviously amused. "I just get lucky? You get... distracted by somethin'?"
Mal grunted. He was sore and still feeling the last dregs of anger in his system. It felt so, so good to be trapped with Jayne, his body long and hard, pressed against him. He hated the loss of control, he thought; or he hated it in the same way an addict hated the drugs that he came back to time and time again, hated it because with power in such large, capable hands he didn't hate it at all. "Bein' punched in the head has been known to make the best of us a mite dizzy."
Jayne chuckled a little, darkly. Mal's arms strained against their restraints and, at that challenge, Jayne ghosted his thumbs across thick wrists and pressed himself further against Mal.
That did it. Mal bit his lip and turned his head so that his forehead was resting against the wall - because, by the feel of it, Jayne was as painfully aroused as he was and as much as his body wanted it there was no way he was letting anyone - not even broad, powerful mercenaries with arms like bands of steels and eyes like sparkling gorram oceans - take him pressed against his own ship's walls.
"Looks like you got a bit distracted yourself, Jayne." He coughed and shifted his weight from foot to foot. "Seen you lookin' at Inara an' Zoe. We all heard you talkin' about whores. Find out real sudden-like you're sly? Or you just like bein' punched that much?"
“Sly? Aww, no, I’ll fuck anything,” Jayne breathed, his mouth suddenly next to Mal's ear. “’Cept maybe stubborn, self-righteous Browncoats what don’t know when they’s way, way out o’ their depth.”
"Anyone heard you, they might get the wrong impression you was talkin' about me."
Jayne pressed into him harder and that time it wasn't about sensual dominance, it was about raw, primal, alpha-male power. Mal's authority had been challenged; and though, when they were through with whatever the fuck it was they were doing, Jayne would fall back into the ranks, for that moment he had Mal at his complete mercy. "Best shut up, 'fore I find somethin' better for that pretty mouth o' yours to be doin'."
"Y'think I'm pretty? Well don't that beat all. I always thought I was the - " He grunted as Jayne elbowed the back of his head. "Mmph. Dashing, handsome type myself, but hell... If you say I'm pretty..."
That earned him no response and for a moment that stretched on endlessly they stood there, bodies molded together. Mal had no respect for Jayne, but the man had the unbridled power of a wild stallion and the physicality of a sleek, powerful cat. He didn't want to beg, but if his merc teased him for a moment longer - body like a warrior-god's, hot breath at his ear, hands as warm, erotic shakles, the promise of a cock that had to be nearly as thick as little Kaylee's wrist - then he was turning around and he was ripping their clothes off himself.
But finally Jayne sighed. Mal felt a dull cold settle over his body. "Can't tame me, Mal." Jayne stepped back, all the rage and fierce passion coiled back up tightly inside him. "So don't ruttin' try."
And that was, definitively, the end. Jayne walked off, no doubt back to his bunk, pride in every line of him.
Mal's hands stayed on the wall until Jayne was completely out of sight.
He sighed and let his hands drop. At least... Jayne had seemed to calm down, even if whatever had been making him so tight and fuious hadn't been properly dealt with. Mal scratched the back of his head and let out a tired breath.
"Intense," he muttered, trying to calm himself down. Jayne - setting aside his many detractors - was a very attractive man. Thick, powerful thighs, flat, chiseled chest, rough, callused - perfect - hands, rough, stubbly cheeks...
Well maybe he could do without the goatee. Mal didn't much care for facial hair.
He sighed. Everyone else - even Serenity - was down for the count until day-cycle; maybe it was time to follow his crew's example.
Feeling frustrated and completely drained, Mal headed to his own empty bunk. It was going to be another long, lonely night.
~~~
Also! There were 2 Teasers!
1. Jayne and Wash triple-drabble:
“Hey. What’s that?”
Wash froze. ’Oh no,’ he thought frantically. ’It’s Jayne. He’s behind me. And I have a stegosaurus in my hand.’
It was embarrassing enough that his beautiful wife knew about his toys, but Jayne? The big, hulking, “shoot-first-ask-questions-later”, kind of smelly, goatee-sporting merc? He could probably hurt Wash nearly as badly as Zoë could, and then laugh about it after.
“You mean the console?” he asked, shoving his dinosaurs under the seat. “That’s what I use to fly the ship. You know… steering, landing, keeping our merry boat afloat.” He turned to look at Jayne - who was frowning, apparently deep in thought.
“Not that, I meant the thing you jus’ threw under your seat.”
So apparently brawn did come with a brain. “Oh that, right yeah, of course.” He tried to smile, though the tips of his ears felt like they were on fire. “It’s a very complicated instrument, really, and - “
“Looked like a gorram toy t’me.”
“Nothing escapes you, does it?” Wash sighed. He teased Jayne - that was just how things worked. The big man didn’t always realize he was being teased, of course, but Wash was generous enough to overlook that. Jayne didn’t seem like he’d be leaving any time soon, so reluctantly Wash reached down and grabbed his stegosaurus. “Yes,” he said, “You caught me. I’m a grown man and I play with dinosaurs. Plastic dinosaurs. I still like playing with toys!” He brought out the tyrannosaurus, as well. “Make fun of me if you want, but… But Zoë thinks it’s adorable. And manly. Dinosaurs are very manly.”
He cleared his throat, still fighting down the embarrassment at being caught in the midst of a game.
Jayne stared at him, still frowning. “Okay,” he said after a long, pregnant pause. “C’n I play?”
and...
2. Mal/Jayne Sonnet:
Those eyes like sapphires - you meet them at last.
He has been watching you more and more.
And something will pull at you, hard and fast -
Hands find your body and you’re on the floor.
He’s moaning words you’ve never heard him say
Against your skin, knee pressed into your thigh.
You want his hands where they refuse to stay,
Along the length of you, so good you die.
Your stallion’s unstabled, breathless and bold.
The world is spinning and you’re in a dream.
His body’s burning, your defenses fold;
There is no softness as he makes you scream.
His kisses you long for, his touch you seek;
You’re his completely now; he makes you weak.
Feedback always appreciated. Thanks for reading; hope you enjoyed it!