First times, second chances 2/5 (xover slash fic)
Title: First times, second chances 2/5
Author: Annuette
Summary: When the object of his affections seems intent on pushing him aside, Simon finds comfort and mutual lust in what should be a one-time thing.
Rating: NC17
Characters: Simon, Jayne, Mal, Kaylee, River plus Spike from btvs
Pairing: slash Simon/Jayne, Simon/Spike
Warning: crossover fic in Firefly universe
Spoilers/Timeline: After Firefly but before Serenity.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Note: This fanfic is completed. Thanks to noandwhere who kindly betad for me (Cheers hon *hugs*)
Previous part:
Part 1
Maybe being concussed would have been better. At least then I wouldn’t have to see this, Simon thinks; his eyes averting from the disturbing image across the table of Jayne pawing at a couple of giggling women who sit on his knees. He sips at his drink, the sharp bite of the alcohol a welcome distraction from the womens' crude comments and Jayne’s annoying grins. Contrary to what Jayne obviously thought, Simon isn’t clueless; being in the top three percent or even a genius didn’t mean he lost much measure of common sense, or the ability to read body language.
Jayne’s attitude towards Simon. The way he ‘accidentally’ always managed to jostle Simon aboard the ship, the way he cut him to the quick ignoring all attempts to befriend or even hold respect for Simon. The man’s annoying ability to irritate Simon at every opportunity or wind him up about something or other. Alone, they would all have been all right, would have convinced Simon that Jayne disliked him (and River) intently and nothing more. But then Jayne’s body language always gave him away.
The way the Mercenary’s eyes followed Simon; watching, not carefully but with interest, and the way he always made some smart remark when he caught Simon noticing. The body language, leaning in trying to appear intimidating whilst his lust clearly shone in his eyes. And if that hadn’t all been enough, the annoying thing poking him in the back that always happened when Jayne ever restrained him from behind.
Jayne’s watching him now, Simon can’t help but notice though he ignores it; just as he’s been ignoring all his comments and crude remarks, whilst he finishes his drink.
“You gonna go and get some more?” Jayne’s staring at him challengingly, as if he thinks he can order Simon around, but Simon’s had enough of the machismo behaviour. He isn’t about to spend the evening with someone who’s attracted to him yet denying it at every turn, favouring insults over lust.
“I’ll send some over to you.” Simon answers as he stands up, catching the confused expression that’s building in Jayne’s eyes.
“What? No can do doc, you gotta stay with me-Mal said so.” Jayne’s actually pouting now; Simon can’t help but admit to himself how much he’d love to lean down and kiss away the pout, but holds back on the desire since Jayne would probably pound him into a greasy stain rather then reciprocate.
“No, he said you had to bring me back to Serenity by the morning.” Simon actually checks his watch, enjoying the annoyance he sees rising. “Which is more then twelve hours from now. Since I have more money on me, I’ll hire a room here and promise not to leave till you collect me.“
Whether Jayne has no comeback or he’s simply too shocked and slow to find one, Simon will never know. Instead of waiting he moves over to the bar, to order some drinks for Jayne’s table which will definitely not be going on his bills and to have some more of his own. If he’s truthful, a small part of Simon had hoped his actions would spur Jayne into some kind of action, but they hadn’t had the desired effect, instead the other man is making a big show of kissing the women he is with on the neck, though his gaze slips to Simon as he does.
“Want some of this?” Simon jumps at the voice in his ear as the bartender leans filling up his glass before he can answer.
“Thank you,” Anything else Simon is about to say is cut off as the foul liquid hits his throat, making him gasp and choke. Before his coughing fit is over he is left with a full mug of the alcohol and no bartender to change it. Not to mention the snickers that Simon can hear coming from Jayne’s table. Eyes downcast, he stares into his mug trying to ignore the giggles even as his face reddens.
An unfamiliar shivery sensation moves over his neck and Simon swivels in his chair, looking at the man whose eyes are on him. He’s expecting laughs, even a smirk or sneer from the man but instead the man catches his eye with not a hint of amusement on his face.
Cool blue eyes with a hint of wickedness in them are assessing him; unashamedly moving over Simon’s body whilst a flirtatious smile is aimed his way. Simon can feel himself blushing, his skin heating and blood rising to the surface of his cheeks and neck in response to the blatant interest. If anything the man’s smile seems to grow and Simon finds himself unable to look away as the man gets to his feet. The stranger’s hair is the oddest shade of blond, more platinum then natural, though it contrasts strikingly with his piercing blue eyes. He’s slim, with cheekbones any Companion would die for and he doesn’t so much walk as saunter towards Simon, exuding sex at every step.
Simon’s still unable to look away, expecting now that something unpleasant will happen, that the man will make some cruel joke or slur and spoil the entrancement Simon feels. But he doesn’t. Instead he casually settles into the empty chair next to Simon and for a moment Simon looks down, his heart pounding. He’s not done this before, not flirted with a random stranger nor attracted one-especially not with Jayne so close by, watching as Simon knows he is. Feeling Jayne’s eyes burning into his back is what makes Simon look shyly up, a nervous smile on his lips, as he wonders what he should say. How he should greet the other man.
“I’m not going to bite you, pet, don’t worry.”
The words startled Simon, the man’s odd accent and words surprising him. It’s a nice surprise though, it breaks the ice between them.
“I’m sorry,” Simon’s glancing down at his hands though; the slim, callus free fingers staring back up at him. “I’m just not used to this, to doing this.” He looks up now, his heart skipping a beat as nervousness sets in.
The other man smiles as if amused by that, “Can’t say I’m not surprised, figured you were the type to have any you pleased.” His fingers were drumming on the bar but somehow they’ve managed to slide over and the man’s thumb is caressing Simon’s.
Simon’s is permanently blushing now. Not only surprised by the man’s brazen flirtation but secretly pleased by his attempts at seduction. “I, err-thank you. Are you making moves on me?” He isn’t sure what else to say so as always he falls back on what he knows-manners. “I’m Simon.” He omits his last name, not wanting anyone else to overhear. It may mean nothing to them, but Simon isn’t naive enough to believe that will always be the case wherever they go.
The blond grins at him, “Maybe, the name’s Spike.” He pauses for a moment, causing Simon to frantically think of something to say whilst he motions the bartender over. “Whiskey, two glasses.”
“Whiskey?” Again Spike’s thrown him off balance; he’d figured Spike expects him to be a cheap and easy date, looks like he had the other man wrong after all. Whiskey, especially the brand Spike is pointing to, is expensive everywhere but the Core-Simon is flattered and then uneasy, maybe Spike believes he will pay?
“Should keep us going all night.”
Simon’s worries are belayed as Spike hands over a bundle of notes. It’s a statement to the barman who doesn’t even check, merely pales and moves away leaving a full bottle of whiskey on the bar.
“Cheers,” Spike’s voce is husky and close to Simon’s ear, the other man’s lips only inches away from his face. Simon is mesmerized for a moment, gazing at Spike and seeing lust flickering on his face.
“Cheers?” The word confuses him for a moment, then Simon notices the Whiskey shots in Spike’s hands. One for Spike, one for Simon. “Thank you.” A soft smile is on his lips now and Simon wonders what it about Spike that confounds and attracts him.
Taking the small glass, Simon clinks it with Spike’s before inclining his head and dashing it back. He’s a moment ahead of Spike and so he doesn’t notice the man’s reaction; the subtle parting of the lips as Spike’s eyes fix onto the grove of Simon’s neck, watching the pulse beat for a moment-a flash of amber briefly flaring in his eyes.
His eyes closed, Simon licks at his lips to savour the flavour unknowing the reaction he’s having upon Spike; by the time he’s opened his eyes Spike’s already downing his own shot.
“Take it you’ve found someone to play with.” Jayne’s voice is unnervingly close and Simon’s head whips round to stare at the glowering Mercenary behind him. Jayne’s eyes flick behind Simon, narrowing as they take in Spike’s appearance but instead of the disgust he expected, all Simon can see is anger.
“Ain’t my business doc, but didn’t figure you one to play around with whores.” Jayne’s lips curl in a sneer as he speaks, “Figures a biao zi like that’s just fixin’ to get a ride-an not just the ruttin’ kind.” He moves around Simon to lean as much over Spike as he can, attempting to intimidate the smaller man.
“He’s not a whore Jayne,” Simon’s response is soft, but Jayne’s behaviour is irritating him now. First the man made it clear Simon was nothing but a nuisance or to be laughed at, now he was trying to ruin any chance Simon had of actually having a civilised conversation and company for the night. “And if you have that big of an issue I suggest you fetch Mal, though he won‘t be pleased you interrupted him. Now if you don‘t mind, I think your …friends want you. I‘d like to continue where we left off,”
Simon’s eyes were on Spike as he spoke the last words, his heart racing as he stared at the blond ignoring Jayne as best he could. The problem was Jayne is standing extremely close to him and Simon’s body can’t help but react to that, to his shame. It is as though he and Jayne were continually playing games except this time, Simon has broken one of the rules-by not following Jayne’s.
Jayne head whipped back to Simon’s, incredulity clearly visible. Simon keeps his eyes trained on Spike’s calmly reciting the Hippocratic oath inside his head as he tries to ignore the expression on Jayne’s face. Had he looked up maybe things would have changed for the better, or maybe for the worse but he doesn’t and so he misses the confusion that floods Jayne’s face; he misses the hint of pain that shows for a second before Jayne’s rigid mask of anger settles back on and he storms off to the bars bedchambers, a giggling women on each arm.
“Didn’t know you had it in you mate,” Spike looks pleased though not relieved, as Simon would have expected. Then again he can’t remember Spike looking anything but expectant when Jayne had leant over him; it was like Spike had known exactly what Jayne was doing and maybe even why he was doing it. “Funny he should think so much on the subject of whores when he’s only gone upstairs with two of them; bints have had more fella‘s tonight then you can probably count. Sodding idiot’s going to end up robbed blind by the end of the night-though after that rant I’m not rushing to help him.”
Simon blinks, some of Spike’s words going over his head not only lost in the husky accent but normally unheard of nowadays. A small part of Simon feels a sting of satisfaction when he thinks of Jayne bound, tied and robbed of his overbearing exterior. “That’ would be a sight indeed,” he murmurs.
Spike smirks, his hands moving to the Whiskey bottle to pour them both another shot. “Think so? Can tell you the git’s as far off as they come and if I wanted off this poxy little place, I’d get myself travel easy. Much as I’ve been treated it in the past, I’m not beneath anyone.” Simon can see the seriousness in Spike’s face and he wonders who told Spike such a thing to make the man so insecure.
“Bollocks to it.” Spike sighs now, handing the small glass to Simon, “Bollocks to them-well most of them all. We’re going to have a good one tonight, right?” He quirks an eyebrow, a mischievous grin curving his lips, “Besides if I was gonna whore myself out I’d give you a free ride, whereas anyone else-I’d expect a bloody lot from, not then just a short trip.”
Simon almost chokes on his shot; having been in the middle of drinking when Spike talks about whoring himself, the words have thrown him, causing him to gasp and some of the liquid to go down the wrong way.
“Sorry but you’d what?” Simon isn’t sure he heard correctly but Spike’s shameless grin tells him that he has-Simon only has to accept it.
“Come now pet, you knew where this was heading. Not saying we have to shag on the first date, but it would be nice to get to know you a bit better.”” Spike’s voice is silky now, his body almost touching Simon’s as he leans in to pour them both another drink.
Maybe it’s the alcohol lowering his inhibitions, or maybe its because Spike’s now caressing Simon’s knee; his fingers making circles up the thigh, dangerously close to the part of Simon which is the most focussed on the sensation Spike is creating. It is almost indecent as Spike moves his chair in closer, only the length of his coat hiding where his fingers are now stroking.
“Tzao gao!” Simon manages to gasp the curse out as he feels himself hardening, Spike’s fingers masterfully teasing his erection up. As the man’s thumb joins the torturous massage and the tiny yet audible sound of his zipper being nudged down seems to pierce the room, Simon’s sense of decorum overrides his arousal and he pulls back from Spike- his cock tenting his underwear, poking through the zipper.
“I can’t… I’m not…” Colour stains Simon’s cheeks as he hastily zips himself back up, unable to look around the room to see whose noticed.
“Not what? Humans and their hang ups; gay, sly, bent? What does it matter? “ Spike’s lips are twitching with annoyance or amusement, Simon can‘t tell which though he finds the other man’s choice of words odd to say the least.
“Can’t tell me you’re not bent, can tell that you want me. An you’d have to be a moron not to smell the tension between between you an the git from earlier. He wants you bad pet, an I know you want him-just as much as I know your body aches for me now.” Spike’s words are soft now, huskily hypnotic as leans closer to Simon.
Simon can’t deny it, won’t deny any of it, but that’s not why he stopped Spike-not the real reason. He remembers telling Kaylee once, after she gave him the come on, that his manners his attitude to her were a manner of showing respect-of showing he was fond of her. Of course at the time that didn’t go down too well, much like its not going down well now. Simon’s sure any second Spike’s going to walk off, that he’s blown his chances; he’s just not sure how to explain what’s wrong.
“Gonna take a while to get through to that one,” Spike’s still talking, not running as Simon expects and the Doctor is taken aback, even more so when Spike fishes out a cigarette and lights up apparently intent on staying. “Not the worlds best at saying what he wants is he?” Spike’s acting almost commiserating now, as he pours them both another drink. “Knew a couple of people like that, known far too many if you bloody well ask me.”
“No, Jayne‘s not one to want me. Or not one to let on that he does,” Simon shakes his head, “Unfortunately I can’t help being drawn to him, much as I sometimes detest it.”
“The soul wants, what it wants.“ Spike hands Simon a glass and for a second, Simon wonders if Spike’s moved on to alcohol and commiserations to woo him. That’s when he realizes how off topic they’ve got, how far from the truth. Simon is attracted to Jayne, maybe it is more then just that something Simon doesn‘t want to dwell on, but the heart of the matter has always been that Simon is afraid of letting it go-of losing the control he has.
He’s held onto his manners and ideals for so long; playing down his slyness all his life to appear the perfect son to his parents. Playing the perfect doctor and perfect gentleman to his friends. It’s been all he has had for so long now and all he knows-he’s scared of stepping from that role and just letting himself be Simon. Even if it’s just for one night.
Spike’s hand’s on his now and Simon can feel the coolness of Spike’s resting on his hot and sweaty hand as the man speaks. “Not offering nothing but a good night mate; know where your heart lies and I won't tempt it, just like I know you won't tempt mine. We both want what, for now, we can't have so how about having some fun together? No manners, no civility needed and no one need ever know-you can be what you want, let it all go.”
It’s almost as if Spike’s reading his mind but Simon throws off that thought right away, only River ever seems to know that and sometimes she gets it wrong too. Spike’s looking at him now, waiting for an answer Simon isn’t sure he can give, at least not sober. Gulping back his shot, Simon lets the rich flavour sit on his tongue for a moment before his eyes meet Spike’s. “I’m just not very…I mean I’ve not really had the time, even at medical school I was always too busy.” Simon blurts the words out, the redness creeping across his cheeks, as understanding dawns in Spike’s eyes.
Spike’s eyebrows shoot up, clearly astounded. “So this isn’t about that git? I’ve just rambled on about a load of sodding stuff to try to convince you and it’s because you haven’t lost your cherry yet?”
“I’m not sure what that means,” Simon’s giving him an odd look now, the blush fading with confusion, “I’m a chu nu, yes.”
“Don’t speak Chinese luv, least not more then the stuff to get by.” Spike is grinning now, appearing delighted by the news which flusters Simon; most people were put off by bedding virgins since it always more fun when both people knew what they were doing. Not that Simon hasn’t learned anatomically what to do; not that he hasn’t read books smutty and otherwise or watched snippets of interest over the Cortex. He isn’t an innocent, just inexperienced.
Simon is jolted from his musings as soft lips cover his own, gently touching before parting to slip a cool tongue into his mouth. Spike’s kiss is gentle at first but as Simon responds, his lips pressing back his tongue also exploring, the man deepens it. They are no longer just touching lips now, no longer gently kissing. Instead both men are devouring each others mouths, lost in the sensations between them. Thankfully the bar has emptied and so the two men are left undisturbed, the Barkeep only coughing an interrupt when Spike’s hands began flicking open the buttons on Simon’s shirt.
Simon is the one to break off the kiss; his face flushed and panting a little, he wears an embarrassed smile as he looks from Spike to the Barkeeper. Spike’s hand is on his knee now, running over it and slowly beginning its move up Simon’s leg. Except this time Simon has no inclination to run away, at least not so far-but he does want to move away in private.
“Just for tonight then?” Spike’s question is soft but Simon’s already standing, picking up the whisky bottle to take upstairs with them.
“Just for tonight Spike.”
TBC
Translations:
Biao zi - whore
Chu nu- virgin
Author: Annuette
Summary: When the object of his affections seems intent on pushing him aside, Simon finds comfort and mutual lust in what should be a one-time thing.
Rating: NC17
Characters: Simon, Jayne, Mal, Kaylee, River plus Spike from btvs
Pairing: slash Simon/Jayne, Simon/Spike
Warning: crossover fic in Firefly universe
Spoilers/Timeline: After Firefly but before Serenity.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Note: This fanfic is completed. Thanks to noandwhere who kindly betad for me (Cheers hon *hugs*)
Previous part:
Part 1
Maybe being concussed would have been better. At least then I wouldn’t have to see this, Simon thinks; his eyes averting from the disturbing image across the table of Jayne pawing at a couple of giggling women who sit on his knees. He sips at his drink, the sharp bite of the alcohol a welcome distraction from the womens' crude comments and Jayne’s annoying grins. Contrary to what Jayne obviously thought, Simon isn’t clueless; being in the top three percent or even a genius didn’t mean he lost much measure of common sense, or the ability to read body language.
Jayne’s attitude towards Simon. The way he ‘accidentally’ always managed to jostle Simon aboard the ship, the way he cut him to the quick ignoring all attempts to befriend or even hold respect for Simon. The man’s annoying ability to irritate Simon at every opportunity or wind him up about something or other. Alone, they would all have been all right, would have convinced Simon that Jayne disliked him (and River) intently and nothing more. But then Jayne’s body language always gave him away.
The way the Mercenary’s eyes followed Simon; watching, not carefully but with interest, and the way he always made some smart remark when he caught Simon noticing. The body language, leaning in trying to appear intimidating whilst his lust clearly shone in his eyes. And if that hadn’t all been enough, the annoying thing poking him in the back that always happened when Jayne ever restrained him from behind.
Jayne’s watching him now, Simon can’t help but notice though he ignores it; just as he’s been ignoring all his comments and crude remarks, whilst he finishes his drink.
“You gonna go and get some more?” Jayne’s staring at him challengingly, as if he thinks he can order Simon around, but Simon’s had enough of the machismo behaviour. He isn’t about to spend the evening with someone who’s attracted to him yet denying it at every turn, favouring insults over lust.
“I’ll send some over to you.” Simon answers as he stands up, catching the confused expression that’s building in Jayne’s eyes.
“What? No can do doc, you gotta stay with me-Mal said so.” Jayne’s actually pouting now; Simon can’t help but admit to himself how much he’d love to lean down and kiss away the pout, but holds back on the desire since Jayne would probably pound him into a greasy stain rather then reciprocate.
“No, he said you had to bring me back to Serenity by the morning.” Simon actually checks his watch, enjoying the annoyance he sees rising. “Which is more then twelve hours from now. Since I have more money on me, I’ll hire a room here and promise not to leave till you collect me.“
Whether Jayne has no comeback or he’s simply too shocked and slow to find one, Simon will never know. Instead of waiting he moves over to the bar, to order some drinks for Jayne’s table which will definitely not be going on his bills and to have some more of his own. If he’s truthful, a small part of Simon had hoped his actions would spur Jayne into some kind of action, but they hadn’t had the desired effect, instead the other man is making a big show of kissing the women he is with on the neck, though his gaze slips to Simon as he does.
“Want some of this?” Simon jumps at the voice in his ear as the bartender leans filling up his glass before he can answer.
“Thank you,” Anything else Simon is about to say is cut off as the foul liquid hits his throat, making him gasp and choke. Before his coughing fit is over he is left with a full mug of the alcohol and no bartender to change it. Not to mention the snickers that Simon can hear coming from Jayne’s table. Eyes downcast, he stares into his mug trying to ignore the giggles even as his face reddens.
An unfamiliar shivery sensation moves over his neck and Simon swivels in his chair, looking at the man whose eyes are on him. He’s expecting laughs, even a smirk or sneer from the man but instead the man catches his eye with not a hint of amusement on his face.
Cool blue eyes with a hint of wickedness in them are assessing him; unashamedly moving over Simon’s body whilst a flirtatious smile is aimed his way. Simon can feel himself blushing, his skin heating and blood rising to the surface of his cheeks and neck in response to the blatant interest. If anything the man’s smile seems to grow and Simon finds himself unable to look away as the man gets to his feet. The stranger’s hair is the oddest shade of blond, more platinum then natural, though it contrasts strikingly with his piercing blue eyes. He’s slim, with cheekbones any Companion would die for and he doesn’t so much walk as saunter towards Simon, exuding sex at every step.
Simon’s still unable to look away, expecting now that something unpleasant will happen, that the man will make some cruel joke or slur and spoil the entrancement Simon feels. But he doesn’t. Instead he casually settles into the empty chair next to Simon and for a moment Simon looks down, his heart pounding. He’s not done this before, not flirted with a random stranger nor attracted one-especially not with Jayne so close by, watching as Simon knows he is. Feeling Jayne’s eyes burning into his back is what makes Simon look shyly up, a nervous smile on his lips, as he wonders what he should say. How he should greet the other man.
“I’m not going to bite you, pet, don’t worry.”
The words startled Simon, the man’s odd accent and words surprising him. It’s a nice surprise though, it breaks the ice between them.
“I’m sorry,” Simon’s glancing down at his hands though; the slim, callus free fingers staring back up at him. “I’m just not used to this, to doing this.” He looks up now, his heart skipping a beat as nervousness sets in.
The other man smiles as if amused by that, “Can’t say I’m not surprised, figured you were the type to have any you pleased.” His fingers were drumming on the bar but somehow they’ve managed to slide over and the man’s thumb is caressing Simon’s.
Simon’s is permanently blushing now. Not only surprised by the man’s brazen flirtation but secretly pleased by his attempts at seduction. “I, err-thank you. Are you making moves on me?” He isn’t sure what else to say so as always he falls back on what he knows-manners. “I’m Simon.” He omits his last name, not wanting anyone else to overhear. It may mean nothing to them, but Simon isn’t naive enough to believe that will always be the case wherever they go.
The blond grins at him, “Maybe, the name’s Spike.” He pauses for a moment, causing Simon to frantically think of something to say whilst he motions the bartender over. “Whiskey, two glasses.”
“Whiskey?” Again Spike’s thrown him off balance; he’d figured Spike expects him to be a cheap and easy date, looks like he had the other man wrong after all. Whiskey, especially the brand Spike is pointing to, is expensive everywhere but the Core-Simon is flattered and then uneasy, maybe Spike believes he will pay?
“Should keep us going all night.”
Simon’s worries are belayed as Spike hands over a bundle of notes. It’s a statement to the barman who doesn’t even check, merely pales and moves away leaving a full bottle of whiskey on the bar.
“Cheers,” Spike’s voce is husky and close to Simon’s ear, the other man’s lips only inches away from his face. Simon is mesmerized for a moment, gazing at Spike and seeing lust flickering on his face.
“Cheers?” The word confuses him for a moment, then Simon notices the Whiskey shots in Spike’s hands. One for Spike, one for Simon. “Thank you.” A soft smile is on his lips now and Simon wonders what it about Spike that confounds and attracts him.
Taking the small glass, Simon clinks it with Spike’s before inclining his head and dashing it back. He’s a moment ahead of Spike and so he doesn’t notice the man’s reaction; the subtle parting of the lips as Spike’s eyes fix onto the grove of Simon’s neck, watching the pulse beat for a moment-a flash of amber briefly flaring in his eyes.
His eyes closed, Simon licks at his lips to savour the flavour unknowing the reaction he’s having upon Spike; by the time he’s opened his eyes Spike’s already downing his own shot.
“Take it you’ve found someone to play with.” Jayne’s voice is unnervingly close and Simon’s head whips round to stare at the glowering Mercenary behind him. Jayne’s eyes flick behind Simon, narrowing as they take in Spike’s appearance but instead of the disgust he expected, all Simon can see is anger.
“Ain’t my business doc, but didn’t figure you one to play around with whores.” Jayne’s lips curl in a sneer as he speaks, “Figures a biao zi like that’s just fixin’ to get a ride-an not just the ruttin’ kind.” He moves around Simon to lean as much over Spike as he can, attempting to intimidate the smaller man.
“He’s not a whore Jayne,” Simon’s response is soft, but Jayne’s behaviour is irritating him now. First the man made it clear Simon was nothing but a nuisance or to be laughed at, now he was trying to ruin any chance Simon had of actually having a civilised conversation and company for the night. “And if you have that big of an issue I suggest you fetch Mal, though he won‘t be pleased you interrupted him. Now if you don‘t mind, I think your …friends want you. I‘d like to continue where we left off,”
Simon’s eyes were on Spike as he spoke the last words, his heart racing as he stared at the blond ignoring Jayne as best he could. The problem was Jayne is standing extremely close to him and Simon’s body can’t help but react to that, to his shame. It is as though he and Jayne were continually playing games except this time, Simon has broken one of the rules-by not following Jayne’s.
Jayne head whipped back to Simon’s, incredulity clearly visible. Simon keeps his eyes trained on Spike’s calmly reciting the Hippocratic oath inside his head as he tries to ignore the expression on Jayne’s face. Had he looked up maybe things would have changed for the better, or maybe for the worse but he doesn’t and so he misses the confusion that floods Jayne’s face; he misses the hint of pain that shows for a second before Jayne’s rigid mask of anger settles back on and he storms off to the bars bedchambers, a giggling women on each arm.
“Didn’t know you had it in you mate,” Spike looks pleased though not relieved, as Simon would have expected. Then again he can’t remember Spike looking anything but expectant when Jayne had leant over him; it was like Spike had known exactly what Jayne was doing and maybe even why he was doing it. “Funny he should think so much on the subject of whores when he’s only gone upstairs with two of them; bints have had more fella‘s tonight then you can probably count. Sodding idiot’s going to end up robbed blind by the end of the night-though after that rant I’m not rushing to help him.”
Simon blinks, some of Spike’s words going over his head not only lost in the husky accent but normally unheard of nowadays. A small part of Simon feels a sting of satisfaction when he thinks of Jayne bound, tied and robbed of his overbearing exterior. “That’ would be a sight indeed,” he murmurs.
Spike smirks, his hands moving to the Whiskey bottle to pour them both another shot. “Think so? Can tell you the git’s as far off as they come and if I wanted off this poxy little place, I’d get myself travel easy. Much as I’ve been treated it in the past, I’m not beneath anyone.” Simon can see the seriousness in Spike’s face and he wonders who told Spike such a thing to make the man so insecure.
“Bollocks to it.” Spike sighs now, handing the small glass to Simon, “Bollocks to them-well most of them all. We’re going to have a good one tonight, right?” He quirks an eyebrow, a mischievous grin curving his lips, “Besides if I was gonna whore myself out I’d give you a free ride, whereas anyone else-I’d expect a bloody lot from, not then just a short trip.”
Simon almost chokes on his shot; having been in the middle of drinking when Spike talks about whoring himself, the words have thrown him, causing him to gasp and some of the liquid to go down the wrong way.
“Sorry but you’d what?” Simon isn’t sure he heard correctly but Spike’s shameless grin tells him that he has-Simon only has to accept it.
“Come now pet, you knew where this was heading. Not saying we have to shag on the first date, but it would be nice to get to know you a bit better.”” Spike’s voice is silky now, his body almost touching Simon’s as he leans in to pour them both another drink.
Maybe it’s the alcohol lowering his inhibitions, or maybe its because Spike’s now caressing Simon’s knee; his fingers making circles up the thigh, dangerously close to the part of Simon which is the most focussed on the sensation Spike is creating. It is almost indecent as Spike moves his chair in closer, only the length of his coat hiding where his fingers are now stroking.
“Tzao gao!” Simon manages to gasp the curse out as he feels himself hardening, Spike’s fingers masterfully teasing his erection up. As the man’s thumb joins the torturous massage and the tiny yet audible sound of his zipper being nudged down seems to pierce the room, Simon’s sense of decorum overrides his arousal and he pulls back from Spike- his cock tenting his underwear, poking through the zipper.
“I can’t… I’m not…” Colour stains Simon’s cheeks as he hastily zips himself back up, unable to look around the room to see whose noticed.
“Not what? Humans and their hang ups; gay, sly, bent? What does it matter? “ Spike’s lips are twitching with annoyance or amusement, Simon can‘t tell which though he finds the other man’s choice of words odd to say the least.
“Can’t tell me you’re not bent, can tell that you want me. An you’d have to be a moron not to smell the tension between between you an the git from earlier. He wants you bad pet, an I know you want him-just as much as I know your body aches for me now.” Spike’s words are soft now, huskily hypnotic as leans closer to Simon.
Simon can’t deny it, won’t deny any of it, but that’s not why he stopped Spike-not the real reason. He remembers telling Kaylee once, after she gave him the come on, that his manners his attitude to her were a manner of showing respect-of showing he was fond of her. Of course at the time that didn’t go down too well, much like its not going down well now. Simon’s sure any second Spike’s going to walk off, that he’s blown his chances; he’s just not sure how to explain what’s wrong.
“Gonna take a while to get through to that one,” Spike’s still talking, not running as Simon expects and the Doctor is taken aback, even more so when Spike fishes out a cigarette and lights up apparently intent on staying. “Not the worlds best at saying what he wants is he?” Spike’s acting almost commiserating now, as he pours them both another drink. “Knew a couple of people like that, known far too many if you bloody well ask me.”
“No, Jayne‘s not one to want me. Or not one to let on that he does,” Simon shakes his head, “Unfortunately I can’t help being drawn to him, much as I sometimes detest it.”
“The soul wants, what it wants.“ Spike hands Simon a glass and for a second, Simon wonders if Spike’s moved on to alcohol and commiserations to woo him. That’s when he realizes how off topic they’ve got, how far from the truth. Simon is attracted to Jayne, maybe it is more then just that something Simon doesn‘t want to dwell on, but the heart of the matter has always been that Simon is afraid of letting it go-of losing the control he has.
He’s held onto his manners and ideals for so long; playing down his slyness all his life to appear the perfect son to his parents. Playing the perfect doctor and perfect gentleman to his friends. It’s been all he has had for so long now and all he knows-he’s scared of stepping from that role and just letting himself be Simon. Even if it’s just for one night.
Spike’s hand’s on his now and Simon can feel the coolness of Spike’s resting on his hot and sweaty hand as the man speaks. “Not offering nothing but a good night mate; know where your heart lies and I won't tempt it, just like I know you won't tempt mine. We both want what, for now, we can't have so how about having some fun together? No manners, no civility needed and no one need ever know-you can be what you want, let it all go.”
It’s almost as if Spike’s reading his mind but Simon throws off that thought right away, only River ever seems to know that and sometimes she gets it wrong too. Spike’s looking at him now, waiting for an answer Simon isn’t sure he can give, at least not sober. Gulping back his shot, Simon lets the rich flavour sit on his tongue for a moment before his eyes meet Spike’s. “I’m just not very…I mean I’ve not really had the time, even at medical school I was always too busy.” Simon blurts the words out, the redness creeping across his cheeks, as understanding dawns in Spike’s eyes.
Spike’s eyebrows shoot up, clearly astounded. “So this isn’t about that git? I’ve just rambled on about a load of sodding stuff to try to convince you and it’s because you haven’t lost your cherry yet?”
“I’m not sure what that means,” Simon’s giving him an odd look now, the blush fading with confusion, “I’m a chu nu, yes.”
“Don’t speak Chinese luv, least not more then the stuff to get by.” Spike is grinning now, appearing delighted by the news which flusters Simon; most people were put off by bedding virgins since it always more fun when both people knew what they were doing. Not that Simon hasn’t learned anatomically what to do; not that he hasn’t read books smutty and otherwise or watched snippets of interest over the Cortex. He isn’t an innocent, just inexperienced.
Simon is jolted from his musings as soft lips cover his own, gently touching before parting to slip a cool tongue into his mouth. Spike’s kiss is gentle at first but as Simon responds, his lips pressing back his tongue also exploring, the man deepens it. They are no longer just touching lips now, no longer gently kissing. Instead both men are devouring each others mouths, lost in the sensations between them. Thankfully the bar has emptied and so the two men are left undisturbed, the Barkeep only coughing an interrupt when Spike’s hands began flicking open the buttons on Simon’s shirt.
Simon is the one to break off the kiss; his face flushed and panting a little, he wears an embarrassed smile as he looks from Spike to the Barkeeper. Spike’s hand is on his knee now, running over it and slowly beginning its move up Simon’s leg. Except this time Simon has no inclination to run away, at least not so far-but he does want to move away in private.
“Just for tonight then?” Spike’s question is soft but Simon’s already standing, picking up the whisky bottle to take upstairs with them.
“Just for tonight Spike.”
TBC
Translations:
Biao zi - whore
Chu nu- virgin