Whacky Fun
Title: Whacky Fun
Author: leven_kemal
Rating: NC-17, for explicit sexuality.
Pairing: Wash/Zoe
Summary: Early pre-series. Zoe returns to Serenity a little sooner than Wash expected. Inspired by razycrandomgirl's mini-prompt list, “Peeping Tommy/i.” However, Zoe informed me, “Hell, no, I don't peep.”
Length: 1900+
Disclaimer: You know and I know Joss Whedon owns these characters.
He had a full head of steam built up, fueled in great part by a particularly decadent fantasy - a dark, dangerous pirate queen, him, her cabin, a couple silk scarves - when the hatch to the bunk he'd just started sharing with Zoe was triggered open, shocking him out his cozy, erotic cloud. He had no idea who it could be, as Zoe, Mal, and Jayne were all out on a job, had been for two days, while he and Kaylee waited, parked dirtside. And Kaylee wouldn't just barge in. Unless something was terribly wrong. But wouldn't she use the comm? Had Serenity been invaded?
All this flashed through his mind as he leaped from the bed, grabbing his pillow and clutching it to his groin (in case it was Kaylee), as he went for the pistol Zoe kept in the bedside cabinet (in case it was invaders). A wave of relief swept over him as he recognized the long, lean legs coming down the ladder. Alarm quickly reasserted itself when he realized he was standing there, about to face Zoe, naked, with a gun in his hand, and a raging boner behind his pillow. The gun he quickly got back into the cabinet. The boner... Well, ai ya, it was Zoe climbing down the ladder.
She got to the bottom of the ladder, saw him standing on the far side of the bed, starkers, 'cept for a strategically placed pillow. Maybe she'd even noted the clunk of the gun going back in its drawer. She lifted one quizzical brow.
He opened his mouth, hoping some clever reason explaining his state would pop out of it, but no, none did, leaving Zoe to fill the conversational gap. Which she did, in her typically direct manner.
“Wash, what the hell're you doin'?”
“Um. Nothing?” Lame, so lame. He tried again. “I mean, something. I just took a shower, and I'm getting dressed?”
“Shower bit, okay.” Her glance flicked up, taking in his damp, spiky hair. Then it dropped to his groin. “But, don't recall pillows bein' a regular part of your day-to-day apparel.”
“I was mumblety-mumble.”
“What?” She narrowed her eyes at him.
“I was masturbating, okay?” he blurted defensively, rolling his own eyes. “Jerking off. I- I didn't expect you back. For another day or so. You and Mal said you'd be gone three to four days with your crime thingie. Thought ya might be Kaylee.” He smiled a bit sheepishly. “Hence the pillow.”
He found it extremely disconcerting, only that pillow standing between him and full exposure. 'Course, it wasn't as if she'd never seen him naked and aroused before. But she was so very not-naked, what with the long coat and the tall boots and the big gun strapped to her thigh. She even had on a pair of kid-skin gloves. Yes, he was sensing a huge disparity in the clothing to skin ratio, here.
This disparity didn't seem to bother her at all, however, because she easily continued the conversation, asking, “D' you do that a lot?”
“Masturbate?” He felt his eyebrows climb upwards, along with the pitch of his voice.
Zoe nodded.
“Define 'a lot,'” Wash replied warily. He pushed the pillow tighter up against himself. Which didn't actually help with the arousal factor.
She studied him a moment, then smiled. “Know what? It's actually none of my business. 'S more 'n okay with me, when a guy don't consider me responsible for every bone he throws.”
Wash nodded, grateful for her being up-front and clear on this. Because he wasn't gonna lay all the bones he threw on any person other than his own self anyway. 'Cause he threw an awful lot of them. And so, maybe it was a good thing that she and he set a long term policy on them. If they were gonna be doing this relationship thing for a while beyond elemental itch scratching, which was his fondest hope, but about which he made no assumptions on her part.
But, maybe, if the caper had been wrapped up early, maybe she had a little free time...
“So,” he said, smoothly sliding back onto the bed, sitting on the edge with one arm propping him up, the pillow now casually draped over his lap. “How'd it go?”
“Ain't done yet.” Zoe crossed her arms over her breasts, shifting her weight onto one foot, cocking her hip. “Pickup site's been moved further out in the woods, gonna be gone 'nother five days. Came back to resupply for the longer trip.” She glanced at the clock on the bedside cabinet. “Mal and Jayne're finishin' up with that. Had a little time, thought t' see how you're doin'.”
“Oh.” He squinted up at her, and trying to sound like he wasn't complaining, said, “Five more days? Can't I drop you closer to the site, cut some of that time?”
She shook her head. “Captain considered that, decided not. Serenity'd be spotted too easy.”
He nodded his understanding, hiding his disappointment at the prospects of another five days of Zoe-free activity.
“So,” Zoe said lightly, uncrossing her arms, shifting her feet slightly. “How long 's it take you to get from start t' finish?”
He blinked at her. “Um. You mean..?” He pumped his fist above the pillow, still resting on a hard-on which had refused to abandon hope.
“Uh huh,” she responded, an impish smile drawing up the corners of her mouth.
“Well, actually, I've never timed it,” he replied breezily, though he could feel his cheeks getting a little warm. “And, y' know, it varies, depending on a number of factors.” Were they really having a conversation about his whacking habits?
She looked at the clock again. “Got 'bout fifteen more minutes. How long you think it'd take you if I watched?”
“Wha- Wa- If you did what?” And while his brain might've been a little gobsmacked, the growing monster under the pillow knew what it thought about the whole idea.
“If I watched you. How long'd you think it take for you t' fall? If I watched you do yourself.”
“Um.” He gave her a slanting smile, and though his arousal was making it tough to get a full breath, said lightly, “About three seconds.”
“Not really.” She cocked an elegant, skeptical eyebrow at him.
“No,” he allowed. “Not really.” He swallowed hard. “But it'd certainly go a lot quicker than usual.”
“So, go on.” Zoe actually made a sort of extravagant, hand rolling, get-on-with-it gesture with her gloved hand.
He laughed nervously. “You don't mean it.”
Both her brows arced toward her hairline, and he recalled that she pretty much always said exactly what she meant. Taking another look at the clock, she replied, “Got fourteen minutes now.”
“Okay,” he conceded quickly, still not completely believing she was serious. But he stretched out on the bed, keeping an eye on her expression as he lifted the pillow to tuck it behind his head. She let her gaze roam off his face and down his torso, definitely stopping to check out his very agitated, extremely rigid erection. It twitched under her regard. Coulda sworn a pleased look flickered over her features.
He curled the fingers of his right hand lightly around himself, his cock lifting in response. A few tentative strokes let him know this really wasn't going to take very long. He brought his left hand to his chest, flicking a thumb over a nipple already clenched in a tight little nub. His body gave a tiny jerk, and Zoe caught that, her lips curving up and parting slightly. His uncertainty vanished. She was enjoying what she saw. He let his left hand wander over his chest, flicking and pinching his nipples, sending little zings straight down to his groin.
He drew the palm of his right hand up his shaft, pulling his foreskin higher, to cover the tip. Using his thumb and first two fingers, he massaged the head, slick with pre-cum, stimulating both the glans and the underside of the foreskin. A surge of pleasure shoved up his cock, and he let out a long, shuddering breath. Too much, too soon, so he slid his hand further down his shaft, to run his fingertips over his scrotum, his testicles already pulled up tight against his body. He took note of Zoe's increased respiratory rate, as evidenced by the more rapid rise and fall of her breasts. Lifting his knees slightly and parting his thighs, enjoying the feeling of being slightly wanton and depraved, he slipped his hand lower, to lightly stroke the tender skin just beneath his scrotum. Zoe's hand came to rest on her left hip, right where the groin meets the thigh. Her fingers slowly clenched into a fist, as he ran his hand back up his shaft, bringing his left down to fool with his balls, to tickle his inner thighs.
Her eyes on him made him hyper-aware of his every movement, of every sensation, as he curled his fist more tightly around the head of his cock. He began to move his hand with more focused intent, each downward stroke exposing the sensitive underside of his foreskin, stretching the frenulum to the point of exquisite pleasure. A low, involuntary moan escaped him.
“Yeah, Wash,” Zoe said softly, catching his eyes with hers, and that, along with her words sent him flying. The hot explosion of bliss deep behind his balls surged upward, and he cried out sharply as every muscle in his body clenched. Warm wetness spattered on his belly, and his hand became slippery with his ejaculate, further spasms of pleasure spilling more fluid over his fist. He tried to keep his gaze locked on Zoe's, but it was difficult, what with the jerking of his body and the hazing of his vision.
Breath quick and harsh, his cock finally soft in his gooey hand, he tried, sight blurry, to read Zoe's expression. She took the couple paces to the bed, putting one knee on the edge. Bending lithely, she set her fists on either side of his head. Her scent enveloped him in a cloud of Zoe; woman, leather, a spiciness that was only hers. Breath still coming in light pants, he peered up into her face, blinking rapidly, trying to focus.
“Make y' a deal.” Her voice, low, rich with desire, sent a shiver up his spine.
“Uh huh?” he managed to grunt out.
“Next five days. I'll keep my hands off myself. You do the same. Promise I'll take full responsibility for any boner y' throw when I get back.”
“F-f-five days..?” Five whole days without...
“Full responsibility.” The dark intensity of her eyes, pupils wide with her arousal, threatened to engulf him.
“It's a deal,” he husked out, pulse rate speeding up again.
She gave him her slow, heavy-lidded smile, bent to set a light kiss on his lips, then pushed herself off the bed. The sashay in her hips set the long coat swinging, then her boots were ringing on the ladder rungs, as the hatch clanked open above her. Seconds later, she was gone, the hatch hissing shut behind her.
He lifted a rubbery muscled arm, so he could drag his non-sticky hand over his face. He took in a deep, slow breath, the smell of his own semen suffusing the air. Was gonna be a long, long five days. He had no doubt the wait would be worth it.