Fic: Shots Out In The Black (Firefly/Torchwood)
his is the longer (original) version of a fic written for the Porn Battle.
hegemony has offered marriage if I write the other pairing mentioned within the fic. I hadn't thought of doing it before, but, hey. It's my first ficly marriage proposal. I'll have to see if I can get them to talk to me.
Title: Shots Out In The Black
Fandoms: Firefly / Torchwood
Pairing: Malcolm Reynolds / Jack Harkness
Prompt: Competition
I shouldn't have to mention it's X-rated, right? :)
"That'll be seven," Mal states, slamming his shot glass down on the table.
"So it is," replies Jack, grabbing the bottle and pouring, "and this will be eight."
"You know I can keep this up all night."
"Sure, Captain, but then, so can I." Jack slams back the tenth shot, and grins.
"Well now, I know the trip to Persephone is a long one from where we got you, but do you really want to spend it with a helacious hangover?" Mal winces at the thought of his own head pounding, a likely possibility in the morning to come.
"Sir, you are the one who said he could out-drink anyone in the area. Since we are now, as you say, out in the black, there aren't so many other 'anyone's to out-drink." Eleven, now.
"Well there is Jayne. But then, Jayne drunk is no fun. Fortunately for us he's taken a fancy to your Miss Toshiko." Mal pauses to think about this a moment, face screwed up in concentration. "She gonna be ok with him, right? I mean, Jayne can be-"
"She'll be fine," Jack tells him. "You wouldn't believe the things she's been through."
"That I might, sir, I just might." Mal says, slurping down the twelfth, pouring thirteen.
There's few moments of companionable silence between them.
"So," Jack says, breaking the moment, "if Jayne drunk is no fun, are you?" Down goes number... fourteen?
"Huh?" Mal is beginning to (finally) feel the booze.
"Are you fun?" Jack asks patiently.
"Well now, looks like the bottles gone dry. You stay right here and I'll go find us another." Mal gets up, waving on barely steady legs, and wanders off towards the galley area. After a moment Jack hears a mild banging noise. He goes to investigate.
Yeah, his legs aren't too steady either. He wobbles into the kitchen to find Mal barely upright, holding onto a counter like it was going to fall if he lets go.
"Problem, Captain Reynolds?" Jack asks, grabbing Mal around the waist and trying to hold him upright. Them upright. Both of them. Upright. He can do this.
"No, no, no," Mal's head swings back and forth. Jack sits on the urge to follow. "No problem at all. Any reason you're hugging me? I mean, you're a nice guy and all, kinda pretty, but we barely know each other."
"Pretty, eh? You think I'm pretty?" Jack nearly whispers, leaning into Mal's neck. Before Mal can make a coherent response Jack is licking a stripe up Mal's neck.
Jack is rewarded with a low moan, so he leans in for a bite, which gets him another moan.
"Good," Jack says, deciding it's time to kiss the hell out of this gorgeous man. Mal's lips are warm and his kisses are sweet and there's an edge of something there that sends a thrill straight down Jack's spine.
Something of 'need.'
Jack pushes Mal back onto the big table, kissing him for all they're both worth. Their tongues are dancing against each other. Jack wants Mal's shirt off, now, and buttons go flying as Jack pulls.
"Hey, them buttons-" Mal tries to protest but Jack cuts him off with another kiss, then slides his lips down to the crook of Mal's neck to bite and suck and lick, fingers of one hand seeking out and flicking at Mal's nipples until, he thinks, Mal has forgotten his own name, let alone the stupid shirt.
Jack is unbuttoning Mal's pants, reaching in and fondling the hard shaft he finds in there. Then Mal is surging forward, almost steady on his feet, but staring Jack straight in the eyes when he says, "Now then, I feel a mite overdressed." Mal starts peeling off Jack's clothing, and Jack, feeling the thrill of conquest, stands there and lets him.
Jack's pants are pooled at his feet. He toes off his shoes, and as he kicks his pants aside he sees Mal do the same. Mal is leaning back against the table, muttering something about "Kay Lee" and "dinner" but Jack isn't really paying attention as he leans into Mal, pushing him back onto the table. He rubs his cock against Mal's. They're both so hard, so thick, the tips are both wet and begging for attention.
Jack kisses Mal again, deeply, then pulls back so that he's able to lean over and suck on the tip of Mal's cock. It's soft and hard, salty and sweet, and the taste goes well with whatever the hell they'd been drinking.
Mal reaches down to pull Jack in for another deep kiss. As their tongues play, Mal grabs their cocks with his hand. Jack wraps his hand around Mal's. They pull, they tease, they rub, they kiss, their bodies waxing and waning as they come together and pull apart in pleasure and lust.
It only takes a few minutes before they're both coming down from that incredible orgasmic high, panting. Jack slides off of Mal, who gets up to grab some towels, wet some down at the sink, and bring them back so they can clean up a bit.
They're sliding back into their clothing. Mal says, "My bunk is down in the crew quarter area. The bed's not that big, but you're welcome to come share."
Jack gracefully accepts, thinking, "I win."
hegemony has offered marriage if I write the other pairing mentioned within the fic. I hadn't thought of doing it before, but, hey. It's my first ficly marriage proposal. I'll have to see if I can get them to talk to me.
Title: Shots Out In The Black
Fandoms: Firefly / Torchwood
Pairing: Malcolm Reynolds / Jack Harkness
Prompt: Competition
I shouldn't have to mention it's X-rated, right? :)
"That'll be seven," Mal states, slamming his shot glass down on the table.
"So it is," replies Jack, grabbing the bottle and pouring, "and this will be eight."
"You know I can keep this up all night."
"Sure, Captain, but then, so can I." Jack slams back the tenth shot, and grins.
"Well now, I know the trip to Persephone is a long one from where we got you, but do you really want to spend it with a helacious hangover?" Mal winces at the thought of his own head pounding, a likely possibility in the morning to come.
"Sir, you are the one who said he could out-drink anyone in the area. Since we are now, as you say, out in the black, there aren't so many other 'anyone's to out-drink." Eleven, now.
"Well there is Jayne. But then, Jayne drunk is no fun. Fortunately for us he's taken a fancy to your Miss Toshiko." Mal pauses to think about this a moment, face screwed up in concentration. "She gonna be ok with him, right? I mean, Jayne can be-"
"She'll be fine," Jack tells him. "You wouldn't believe the things she's been through."
"That I might, sir, I just might." Mal says, slurping down the twelfth, pouring thirteen.
There's few moments of companionable silence between them.
"So," Jack says, breaking the moment, "if Jayne drunk is no fun, are you?" Down goes number... fourteen?
"Huh?" Mal is beginning to (finally) feel the booze.
"Are you fun?" Jack asks patiently.
"Well now, looks like the bottles gone dry. You stay right here and I'll go find us another." Mal gets up, waving on barely steady legs, and wanders off towards the galley area. After a moment Jack hears a mild banging noise. He goes to investigate.
Yeah, his legs aren't too steady either. He wobbles into the kitchen to find Mal barely upright, holding onto a counter like it was going to fall if he lets go.
"Problem, Captain Reynolds?" Jack asks, grabbing Mal around the waist and trying to hold him upright. Them upright. Both of them. Upright. He can do this.
"No, no, no," Mal's head swings back and forth. Jack sits on the urge to follow. "No problem at all. Any reason you're hugging me? I mean, you're a nice guy and all, kinda pretty, but we barely know each other."
"Pretty, eh? You think I'm pretty?" Jack nearly whispers, leaning into Mal's neck. Before Mal can make a coherent response Jack is licking a stripe up Mal's neck.
Jack is rewarded with a low moan, so he leans in for a bite, which gets him another moan.
"Good," Jack says, deciding it's time to kiss the hell out of this gorgeous man. Mal's lips are warm and his kisses are sweet and there's an edge of something there that sends a thrill straight down Jack's spine.
Something of 'need.'
Jack pushes Mal back onto the big table, kissing him for all they're both worth. Their tongues are dancing against each other. Jack wants Mal's shirt off, now, and buttons go flying as Jack pulls.
"Hey, them buttons-" Mal tries to protest but Jack cuts him off with another kiss, then slides his lips down to the crook of Mal's neck to bite and suck and lick, fingers of one hand seeking out and flicking at Mal's nipples until, he thinks, Mal has forgotten his own name, let alone the stupid shirt.
Jack is unbuttoning Mal's pants, reaching in and fondling the hard shaft he finds in there. Then Mal is surging forward, almost steady on his feet, but staring Jack straight in the eyes when he says, "Now then, I feel a mite overdressed." Mal starts peeling off Jack's clothing, and Jack, feeling the thrill of conquest, stands there and lets him.
Jack's pants are pooled at his feet. He toes off his shoes, and as he kicks his pants aside he sees Mal do the same. Mal is leaning back against the table, muttering something about "Kay Lee" and "dinner" but Jack isn't really paying attention as he leans into Mal, pushing him back onto the table. He rubs his cock against Mal's. They're both so hard, so thick, the tips are both wet and begging for attention.
Jack kisses Mal again, deeply, then pulls back so that he's able to lean over and suck on the tip of Mal's cock. It's soft and hard, salty and sweet, and the taste goes well with whatever the hell they'd been drinking.
Mal reaches down to pull Jack in for another deep kiss. As their tongues play, Mal grabs their cocks with his hand. Jack wraps his hand around Mal's. They pull, they tease, they rub, they kiss, their bodies waxing and waning as they come together and pull apart in pleasure and lust.
It only takes a few minutes before they're both coming down from that incredible orgasmic high, panting. Jack slides off of Mal, who gets up to grab some towels, wet some down at the sink, and bring them back so they can clean up a bit.
They're sliding back into their clothing. Mal says, "My bunk is down in the crew quarter area. The bed's not that big, but you're welcome to come share."
Jack gracefully accepts, thinking, "I win."