Rhetorical Questions (NC-17)
Title: Rhetorical Questions
Author: lvs2read
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairing: Mal/Simon
Warning: Kink ahead. Let's see, there's D/s, talk of spanking, masturbation (which probably isn't a kink, but oh, well, you've still been warned), and a wee bit of voyeurism. My, my. What are these boys up to? *g*
Disclaimer: Don't own it, never did, never will. Just having fun playing.
Author's Notes: A pure, unadulterated, PWP birthday fic for wildannuette. Hope you like it, hon! Happy Birthday!
Also, what's up with my muse giving me plot bunnies for things I don't like? First there was that mpreg thing, and now spanking? I mean, seriously. What's up with that? *shakes head at temperamental muse*
Rhetorical Questions
Simon stood in the shower, eyes closed and head thrown back, letting the heat soak into his bones as the water sluiced off the dirt of the planet they'd recently left behind. He'd spent the last several hours in surgery, repairing bullet wounds on both Mal and Jayne. Wounds he was sure neither would have received if he'd just done as he was told and stayed on board Serenity. But he'd been so sure he could get the information he'd wanted unobtrusively. Instead, he'd been so stupid.
Suddenly, there was a hand across his eyes and he was being shoved front first into the shower wall as a rough voice growled in his ear, "Just what in the sphincter o' hell did you think you were doin' out there today?"
He opened his mouth to reply and a hand smacked him on the ass. He jumped at the sharp, wet sting of it then moaned when the voice continued, "Don't even try to answer that, Doc. It was what you call a rhetorical question, and don't need an answer." He felt the hand moving away from his face as the voice rumbled low in his ear, "Don't you open those eyes, neither. Won't like what happens if you do. Dŏng má?"
He nodded in understanding and kept his eyes closed as both of the other man's hands gripped his hips, holding him firmly against the wall. The voice continued relentlessly, "I'm thinkin' maybe you need to be reminded who's in charge on this here boat. Thinkin' maybe you need to be punished for disobeyin' orders. Thinkin' maybe I oughta haul you down to my quarters and spank you 'til your beggin'."
A shudder ran through him at the threat, or was it a promise? The voice continued with dark amusement, "Guess you'd like that, hunh? Can see it now. You, bent over my knees, pretty ass in the air, my hand comin' down to strike it, over… and over… and over, both sets of cheeks gettin' redder with each stroke, your cock hard and achin', your body tremblin', your voice beggin' for forgiveness, for release, for anythin', somethin', please, please, please. Yeah, that's a mighty fine picture you've conjured up there, Doc. Too bad it's not what I got in mind."
The hands released him, but he couldn't find the strength to move away from the wall. At least not until the voice said, "Left somethin' under your pillow to remind you who's the boss 'round here. Go put it on and be in my bunk in half an hour." And as suddenly as it had appeared, the voice was gone, and he was left--panting, hard, and throbbing--under the fall of water from the shower head.
Sighing, he reached for his cock just as there was a knock on the shower door and it was pushed open. "Hey, Doc? Gettin' a mite worried 'bout you. You o…kay?"
His eyes flew open in shock and met Mal's equally shocked gaze. "M-Mal? W-what…?"
He tried to turn away, embarrassed at being caught masturbating, but suddenly Mal was right there, in the shower with him, crowding him, backing him up against the wall, thrusting a leg between his, asking him, "Need some help with that, Simon?"
Mal's hand was wrapped around his, and Mal was looking down at him with that irritating smirk on his face, and all he could think to do was wrap his free hand around Mal's neck and bring his head down for a passionate kiss as he whispered, "Oh, yes, please."
Author: lvs2read
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairing: Mal/Simon
Warning: Kink ahead. Let's see, there's D/s, talk of spanking, masturbation (which probably isn't a kink, but oh, well, you've still been warned), and a wee bit of voyeurism. My, my. What are these boys up to? *g*
Disclaimer: Don't own it, never did, never will. Just having fun playing.
Author's Notes: A pure, unadulterated, PWP birthday fic for wildannuette. Hope you like it, hon! Happy Birthday!
Also, what's up with my muse giving me plot bunnies for things I don't like? First there was that mpreg thing, and now spanking? I mean, seriously. What's up with that? *shakes head at temperamental muse*
Rhetorical Questions
Simon stood in the shower, eyes closed and head thrown back, letting the heat soak into his bones as the water sluiced off the dirt of the planet they'd recently left behind. He'd spent the last several hours in surgery, repairing bullet wounds on both Mal and Jayne. Wounds he was sure neither would have received if he'd just done as he was told and stayed on board Serenity. But he'd been so sure he could get the information he'd wanted unobtrusively. Instead, he'd been so stupid.
Suddenly, there was a hand across his eyes and he was being shoved front first into the shower wall as a rough voice growled in his ear, "Just what in the sphincter o' hell did you think you were doin' out there today?"
He opened his mouth to reply and a hand smacked him on the ass. He jumped at the sharp, wet sting of it then moaned when the voice continued, "Don't even try to answer that, Doc. It was what you call a rhetorical question, and don't need an answer." He felt the hand moving away from his face as the voice rumbled low in his ear, "Don't you open those eyes, neither. Won't like what happens if you do. Dŏng má?"
He nodded in understanding and kept his eyes closed as both of the other man's hands gripped his hips, holding him firmly against the wall. The voice continued relentlessly, "I'm thinkin' maybe you need to be reminded who's in charge on this here boat. Thinkin' maybe you need to be punished for disobeyin' orders. Thinkin' maybe I oughta haul you down to my quarters and spank you 'til your beggin'."
A shudder ran through him at the threat, or was it a promise? The voice continued with dark amusement, "Guess you'd like that, hunh? Can see it now. You, bent over my knees, pretty ass in the air, my hand comin' down to strike it, over… and over… and over, both sets of cheeks gettin' redder with each stroke, your cock hard and achin', your body tremblin', your voice beggin' for forgiveness, for release, for anythin', somethin', please, please, please. Yeah, that's a mighty fine picture you've conjured up there, Doc. Too bad it's not what I got in mind."
The hands released him, but he couldn't find the strength to move away from the wall. At least not until the voice said, "Left somethin' under your pillow to remind you who's the boss 'round here. Go put it on and be in my bunk in half an hour." And as suddenly as it had appeared, the voice was gone, and he was left--panting, hard, and throbbing--under the fall of water from the shower head.
Sighing, he reached for his cock just as there was a knock on the shower door and it was pushed open. "Hey, Doc? Gettin' a mite worried 'bout you. You o…kay?"
His eyes flew open in shock and met Mal's equally shocked gaze. "M-Mal? W-what…?"
He tried to turn away, embarrassed at being caught masturbating, but suddenly Mal was right there, in the shower with him, crowding him, backing him up against the wall, thrusting a leg between his, asking him, "Need some help with that, Simon?"
Mal's hand was wrapped around his, and Mal was looking down at him with that irritating smirk on his face, and all he could think to do was wrap his free hand around Mal's neck and bring his head down for a passionate kiss as he whispered, "Oh, yes, please."