Feed Me To Stones, pt. 3
Feed Me To Stones, pt. 3/?
By Jeremy
Pairings: Mal/Jayne
Rating: R, this chapter
Summary: Everything may be back in order, but when Mal is confronted by Jayne about certain actions he wasn’t aware of things get tense. Post BDM, slightly AU, slash.
Words: 1319
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
A/N: This was written for the Slash-A-Thon at the LJ community FireflySlash for steplianna. Kind thanks to the wonderful thunder_nari for the beta.
Part 3
Half of Mal’s body felt warm, uncomfortably so. The other half had goosebumps from the cold air breezing over his exposed flesh. When he opened his eyes, he couldn’t understand what was going on. He was still lying in that ruttin’ cave.
Had he dreamt the day?
Mal began to roll over so he could pick himself off the floor, but felt something blocking him. He craned his neck to see what was held fast around him and discovered that the ground had risen and was now holding him tight.
Yet he wasn’t panicked. The dirt was warm, and soft to the touch. He poked at it and felt it quiver. Curious, Mal began to gently stroke the soil and found that the soothing touch loosened it up enough to allow him to turn onto his back. He lay there face up, staring at the cave’s ceiling, stroking the dirt.
Hot breath blew on the side of his face. It was a comforting feeling. But he was afraid to look and see where the breath was coming from. Instead he decided to lie there, content. Stroking the dirt.
But it wasn’t dirt anymore, it was just dirty. Grit on an arm being rubbed back and forth over flesh and hair.
Mal ventured a look down and saw a familiar arm holding fast to his belly, heavy and warm. The hot breath blew on him rhythmically, audibly. It lulled him, but somehow he was afraid now. Anxiety filled him and he began to breathe more rapidly, wanting nothing more than to get out of the cave. He couldn’t will himself to move though. He just lay there stroking the arm.
Then the arm moved down and began to stroke him.
There was a loud knock and Mal woke with a snore. Groggily he sat up. Just as the hatch began to open, Mal became aware of the visible ache in the crotch of his pants and he quickly moved to readjust himself. He was afraid it might be Kaylee, and he didn’t want the girl seeing him like that.
Fortunately, the uninvited guest had the decency to call down before they descended. “Mal?” It was Jayne. Mal briskly rubbed his face to try and get the sleep away.
“Yeah,” He responded, doing his best to not move his jaw too harshly, yet remain loud and authoritative. It came out sounding like something between a cough and a groan.
Jayne’s bare feet padded on the metal bars as he descended. The freshly bathed man, again half naked with a towel draped around his neck, turned and faced Mal. “Brought your shirt back,” He said gruffly.
Mal, doing his best not to stare at the hairy bare skin, stepped forward and retrieved his shirt. He nodded and waved his hand in thanks, smiled but didn’t speak.
“Doc fix your jaw?” Jayne asked, standing tall with his thumbs holding to the waist of his loose pants. Mal hazarded a quick look at the extra inch of exposed skin, hoping Jayne wouldn’t notice. But when his eyes reconnected with the other mans, Jayne had the devil’s smirk on his face.
“No,” Mal quickly croaked in a feeble attempt to cover sudden tension. “He did, I mean. Just can’t use it much.” He turned and tossed the shirt into the small basket he kept in the corner for his dirty garments.
Jayne grunted. Mal kept his back on the other man, but heard the slow quiet padding of feet as they crossed the bunk to where he stood. Jayne was directly behind him now. “That’s a shame,” He said.
Mal turned, his chin high and his shoulders back. “Yeah. Well, thank you ever so for bringing back my shirt. I appreciate the timely manner and such--”
“For a man who’s not supposed to run his mouth ya sure can’t shut up.” Jayne chuckled; his eyes still dark and focused. “Still, while we’re on the subject of shirts, I do imagine you owe me.” He glanced down at Mal’s torso, eying the undershirt Mal still wore. “I’m not all that into your fashion sense, but,” he stepped in closer and gripped the hem of Mal’s shirt, “this might suit me.”
Mal’s heart began to race. Up until now, any thoughts that might have popped into his mind about anything between he and Jayne, any sort of notion he got that the other man might have an eye for him, were easy to dismiss as pure luh-suh. But this was a little more difficult to refute.
Jayne was now dangerously close, keeping his head low but his eyes focused on Mal’s. He softly shifted from one foot to the other, making Mal a bit dizzy. “I think,” Jayne went on. “I deserve as much seeing how I saved your life and all.”
Mal suddenly realized how rigid his body was, feeling as if he were backed up against a wall, even though he was standing in the middle of the room. If he couldn’t say anything against this now, tell Jayne to back off, lie to the man; he wasn’t sure what was going to happen next. Part of him didn’t care, but the other part of him was still captain of this ship and he was in need of some sense of control over this situation.
“Jayne,” Mal barked. But calloused hands were already burrowing under his shirt, rubbing his sides as they pulled it up and exposed tanned flesh. “Jayne,” He said again, this time almost a beg for the man to stop.
Bristled lips were over Mal’s, and as good as it felt at first, the click in Mal’s jaw reminded him of how bad an idea this was. He pulled away from the kiss, stumbling back and falling to the floor. “Stop!” He barked again. Jayne stood there, lust on his mind and written in his aura.
“Mal,” Jayne’s voice was calm, rational, and raspy. “You’re a hun dan báichī if you think I can’t figure you out.” He squatted in front of Mal, offering a hand to help him up. “Just get over it.”
Mal shook his head, confused and quickly becoming angry. He ignored Jayne’s hand and started to get up under his own power, but Jayne shoved him against the bed, unbalancing him and lying him flat.
“You’re not as slick as you think, Captain,” Jayne said again, a touch of venom in his voice. “You make googoley eyes at everyone when you think we’re not looking. But we all see it, we all talk about it.” He shrugged. “None of us particularly mind. But your dumb ass goes and picks the one of us you know you can’t have, the one who would never allow anything, and worst still you obsess over her like she’ll suddenly change her mind.” Jayne was growing angry now. He loomed over Mal, his hands fisting and unfisting.
Jayne shifted his weight before going on. “You… We’re in that cave, and I’m trying to ruttin’ sleep but you kept making all those funny sounds.” Jayne’s eyes were distant, remembering. “Next thing I know you crawl your ass over to me and get all touchy feely. Not trying to grab me or anything” he said, motioning toward his crotch, “just tried to hold me. I figure ‘what the hell, I’ll give him that much.’ So… so you’re sleeping, rubbing my chest, and the moment I go and grab your hand you tense up and turn over.”
Jayne looked down at Mal, the anger returning to his eyes. “What the ruttin’ hell am I supposed to make of all that?”
The whole situation had long since put Mal into unease. He pushed himself off the bed and stood straight. He eyed Jayne dead on, daring him to make a move. Mal’s heart pounded in his chest as both men stood, neither daring to retreat.
By Jeremy
Pairings: Mal/Jayne
Rating: R, this chapter
Summary: Everything may be back in order, but when Mal is confronted by Jayne about certain actions he wasn’t aware of things get tense. Post BDM, slightly AU, slash.
Words: 1319
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
A/N: This was written for the Slash-A-Thon at the LJ community FireflySlash for steplianna. Kind thanks to the wonderful thunder_nari for the beta.
Part 3
Half of Mal’s body felt warm, uncomfortably so. The other half had goosebumps from the cold air breezing over his exposed flesh. When he opened his eyes, he couldn’t understand what was going on. He was still lying in that ruttin’ cave.
Had he dreamt the day?
Mal began to roll over so he could pick himself off the floor, but felt something blocking him. He craned his neck to see what was held fast around him and discovered that the ground had risen and was now holding him tight.
Yet he wasn’t panicked. The dirt was warm, and soft to the touch. He poked at it and felt it quiver. Curious, Mal began to gently stroke the soil and found that the soothing touch loosened it up enough to allow him to turn onto his back. He lay there face up, staring at the cave’s ceiling, stroking the dirt.
Hot breath blew on the side of his face. It was a comforting feeling. But he was afraid to look and see where the breath was coming from. Instead he decided to lie there, content. Stroking the dirt.
But it wasn’t dirt anymore, it was just dirty. Grit on an arm being rubbed back and forth over flesh and hair.
Mal ventured a look down and saw a familiar arm holding fast to his belly, heavy and warm. The hot breath blew on him rhythmically, audibly. It lulled him, but somehow he was afraid now. Anxiety filled him and he began to breathe more rapidly, wanting nothing more than to get out of the cave. He couldn’t will himself to move though. He just lay there stroking the arm.
Then the arm moved down and began to stroke him.
There was a loud knock and Mal woke with a snore. Groggily he sat up. Just as the hatch began to open, Mal became aware of the visible ache in the crotch of his pants and he quickly moved to readjust himself. He was afraid it might be Kaylee, and he didn’t want the girl seeing him like that.
Fortunately, the uninvited guest had the decency to call down before they descended. “Mal?” It was Jayne. Mal briskly rubbed his face to try and get the sleep away.
“Yeah,” He responded, doing his best to not move his jaw too harshly, yet remain loud and authoritative. It came out sounding like something between a cough and a groan.
Jayne’s bare feet padded on the metal bars as he descended. The freshly bathed man, again half naked with a towel draped around his neck, turned and faced Mal. “Brought your shirt back,” He said gruffly.
Mal, doing his best not to stare at the hairy bare skin, stepped forward and retrieved his shirt. He nodded and waved his hand in thanks, smiled but didn’t speak.
“Doc fix your jaw?” Jayne asked, standing tall with his thumbs holding to the waist of his loose pants. Mal hazarded a quick look at the extra inch of exposed skin, hoping Jayne wouldn’t notice. But when his eyes reconnected with the other mans, Jayne had the devil’s smirk on his face.
“No,” Mal quickly croaked in a feeble attempt to cover sudden tension. “He did, I mean. Just can’t use it much.” He turned and tossed the shirt into the small basket he kept in the corner for his dirty garments.
Jayne grunted. Mal kept his back on the other man, but heard the slow quiet padding of feet as they crossed the bunk to where he stood. Jayne was directly behind him now. “That’s a shame,” He said.
Mal turned, his chin high and his shoulders back. “Yeah. Well, thank you ever so for bringing back my shirt. I appreciate the timely manner and such--”
“For a man who’s not supposed to run his mouth ya sure can’t shut up.” Jayne chuckled; his eyes still dark and focused. “Still, while we’re on the subject of shirts, I do imagine you owe me.” He glanced down at Mal’s torso, eying the undershirt Mal still wore. “I’m not all that into your fashion sense, but,” he stepped in closer and gripped the hem of Mal’s shirt, “this might suit me.”
Mal’s heart began to race. Up until now, any thoughts that might have popped into his mind about anything between he and Jayne, any sort of notion he got that the other man might have an eye for him, were easy to dismiss as pure luh-suh. But this was a little more difficult to refute.
Jayne was now dangerously close, keeping his head low but his eyes focused on Mal’s. He softly shifted from one foot to the other, making Mal a bit dizzy. “I think,” Jayne went on. “I deserve as much seeing how I saved your life and all.”
Mal suddenly realized how rigid his body was, feeling as if he were backed up against a wall, even though he was standing in the middle of the room. If he couldn’t say anything against this now, tell Jayne to back off, lie to the man; he wasn’t sure what was going to happen next. Part of him didn’t care, but the other part of him was still captain of this ship and he was in need of some sense of control over this situation.
“Jayne,” Mal barked. But calloused hands were already burrowing under his shirt, rubbing his sides as they pulled it up and exposed tanned flesh. “Jayne,” He said again, this time almost a beg for the man to stop.
Bristled lips were over Mal’s, and as good as it felt at first, the click in Mal’s jaw reminded him of how bad an idea this was. He pulled away from the kiss, stumbling back and falling to the floor. “Stop!” He barked again. Jayne stood there, lust on his mind and written in his aura.
“Mal,” Jayne’s voice was calm, rational, and raspy. “You’re a hun dan báichī if you think I can’t figure you out.” He squatted in front of Mal, offering a hand to help him up. “Just get over it.”
Mal shook his head, confused and quickly becoming angry. He ignored Jayne’s hand and started to get up under his own power, but Jayne shoved him against the bed, unbalancing him and lying him flat.
“You’re not as slick as you think, Captain,” Jayne said again, a touch of venom in his voice. “You make googoley eyes at everyone when you think we’re not looking. But we all see it, we all talk about it.” He shrugged. “None of us particularly mind. But your dumb ass goes and picks the one of us you know you can’t have, the one who would never allow anything, and worst still you obsess over her like she’ll suddenly change her mind.” Jayne was growing angry now. He loomed over Mal, his hands fisting and unfisting.
Jayne shifted his weight before going on. “You… We’re in that cave, and I’m trying to ruttin’ sleep but you kept making all those funny sounds.” Jayne’s eyes were distant, remembering. “Next thing I know you crawl your ass over to me and get all touchy feely. Not trying to grab me or anything” he said, motioning toward his crotch, “just tried to hold me. I figure ‘what the hell, I’ll give him that much.’ So… so you’re sleeping, rubbing my chest, and the moment I go and grab your hand you tense up and turn over.”
Jayne looked down at Mal, the anger returning to his eyes. “What the ruttin’ hell am I supposed to make of all that?”
The whole situation had long since put Mal into unease. He pushed himself off the bed and stood straight. He eyed Jayne dead on, daring him to make a move. Mal’s heart pounded in his chest as both men stood, neither daring to retreat.