Too Tired--(Adult Only--PWP)
Title: Too Tired
Author: lvs2read
Pairing: Mal/Simon
Rating: Adult Only--PWP
Disclaimer: Don't own it, never did, just having fun playing.
Translations: In mouseover and at end of text
Author's Notes: An unbeta'd piece of fluff written for flawed_karma and woodsong_1978, both of whom need some fluffy in their life right about now. *hugs you both* This started out as a reply to the "Weariness" prompt over at promptsomeslash, but got too long for the comment box. Big surprise! Hope everyone enjoys!
Too Tired
A towel over his shoulder, Simon walked into the common room outside the infirmary, on his way to the communal shower, to find Mal sitting on the couch, head resting on the back, eyes closed, one arm on the armrest while the other was thrown across his forehead. He smiled softly at the sight. Mal looked so much younger when he slept, as if all the cares of the day just slipped away, never to return. Simon hated to wake him, but if he didn't, Mal was going to have an awful crick in his neck when he awoke. Going over and gently laying a hand on him, Simon spoke quietly, "Mal?"
"Hmm?" Mal turned his hand and ran his thumb in lazy circles across the back of Simon's.
"You need to be in bed." Simon's fingers automatically returned Mal's caress.
Mal reached out with his other hand and, grasping Simon by his free hand, tugged him down to sit on the couch as well, the towel falling, unnoticed, to the floor. "Was headed that way when I heard you in with lil sis." He wrapped his arm around Simon's shoulders, pulling him closer. "Wanted to be sure everythin' was all right. Is it?" he asked sleepily.
Simon stretched up and kissed Mal's cheek. "Yes, it is. She just wanted to talk a bit, but she's sleeping now. And, if I didn't know you better, I'd say it was sweet of you to ask." Simon smiled to himself, knowing Mal didn't think of himself as sweet or caring.
"Good. Ain't sweet. I'm a mean old man." Mal grumbled tiredly.
"Yes. You are. And it's time for all mean old men to be in bed. Come on. I'll help you." Simon stood up, out of Mal's embrace, and took him by the hand again, giving him a small tug of encouragement.
Mal sighed and pushed himself up and off of the couch with his free hand. "Don't need any help."
Simon wrapped an arm around Mal's waist as Mal wavered on his feet. "Of course you don't. Whose bed? Mine or yours?"
"Yours. It's closer." Mal wrapped his arm back around Simon's shoulders, keeping him close.
"So it is. Let's go."
They walked together out of the room and down the hall to Simon's quarters. Once inside the room, Simon guided Mal to the bed and pushed him down to sit on the edge before kneeling to remove his boots. Mal slipped his suspenders off and began unbuttoning his shirt, but got distracted by Simon's hands on his legs and Simon's hair falling out of place. Giving into temptation, he reached out and ran his fingers through that hair.
Simon looked up at him and smiled as he finished removing Mal's boots and socks. "Stand up for a minute."
"Hmm? Oh." Mal shook his head slightly and stood up, fingers going back to buttons as Simon reached over and pulled the covers down.
As Mal stripped off his shirt, Simon brought his hands to the waistband of Mal's pants and made short work of unfastening and slipping them off. "In you go." Simon held the covers up as Mal slid into bed then leaned down to kiss him lightly, bracing himself with one hand on the wall and one hand on the mattress. "Go to sleep. I'll be back in a few minutes."
Mal opened eyes that had automatically fallen shut when his head hit the pillow, and grabbed Simon's hand. "Where you goin'?"
"I was going to take a shower." Simon smiled, caressing Mal's cheek with his free hand.
Mal's brow furrowed in thought. "Nope. Stay. Just need another one later, anyway."
Simon arched an eyebrow at him. "Is that so? You seem a bit tired to be making promises like that."
"There's always tomorrow morning." Even half-asleep Mal was able to leer up at Simon.
"True." Simon laughed in agreement.
"'Sides, wanna hold you." Mal mumbled groggily.
Simon seldom got to see this softer side of Mal. Usually Mal kept his feelings tightly wrapped up and hidden behind his 'mean old man' façade, so Simon treasured Mal's comment more than he might have under other circumstances. Running his hand down Mal's arm, he whispered, "All right," and stepped back, removing his own clothing quickly and efficiently before climbing in bed next to Mal and curling up next to him, head on his shoulder, arm thrown across his chest, and legs naturally entwining as Mal sighed contentedly and wrapped an arm around Simon's shoulder, holding him close as they settled down to sleep.
Ten minutes later, Mal wiggled restlessly.
Simon lifted his head and asked, "What's the matter? Can’t get back to sleep?"
Mal groaned. "Nope. Too tired, I guess." He tried to pull away from Simon, but Simon stopped him with a hand on his chest.
"Let me see what I can do about that. Lie still and close your eyes." He brought his hand up and ran it lightly over Mal's face as he dropped a quick kiss on Mal's chest.
Mal closed his eyes, even as he automatically protested, "Keep tellin' you not to give me or…"
Simon braced himself up on his other elbow and cut off Mal's protest with a soft kiss as his hand roamed down Mal's torso, barely touching Mal's skin. "Hush," he whispered against Mal's lips. "Just do as you're told, for once, and lie back and enjoy yourself." He brushed feather-light kisses along Mal's jaw and neck as his hand continued its progress along Mal's body, stopping now and again to tease the more sensitive areas.
Mal tilted his head back to give Simon better access and arched into Simon's caresses as he moaned, "Oh, if you insist."
Simon smiled against Mal's skin and murmured, "Oh, I do. I really do," before sucking the hollow spot at the base of Mal's throat as his hand reached its goal, cupping Mal through his undergarments and stroking him to full hardness.
Mal jerked his hips at Simon's touch, and then relaxed into the pleasure of the moment. When Simon sat up to free him from his underwear, Mal obligingly lifted his hips and legs at Simon's silent signals. Then Simon's hand was on him again, and he was being thoroughly kissed, Simon's tongue keeping perfect rhythm with his hand, stroking, teasing, pulling/thrusting, twisting/twirling, squeezing/biting, closer… closer… Simon! Mal grunted into Simon's mouth as his orgasm overtook him, his hips thrusting helplessly, warm semen shooting onto his chest and stomach, his body collapsing, his mind ceasing to function. When he slowly opened his eyes moments later, it was to see Simon fastidiously licking his hand clean. The pure, erotic imagery made him groan out loud.
When Mal groaned, Simon grinned at him, snaking his tongue out to catch the last drop before it fell off of his finger. "Welcome back." He leaned down and kissed Mal again, sharing his flavor with him.
"Thanks." Mal lifted a hand to Simon's face, running his thumb over Simon's lips even as his eyes drooped shut again. "Your turn?"
"Not tonight, Mal. You're too tired." Simon nibbled at Mal's thumb then lay back down next to him, pulling him into his arms.
"Not either." Mal protested sleepily.
"Whatever you say, Mal. Besides, you did say something about tomorrow morning, didn't you?" Simon asked as he dropped a kiss on the top of Mal's head.
"Guess I did at that. Okay. Tomorrow morning. Don't let me forget." Mal yawned and snuggled closer into Simon's embrace.
"I won't, wŏ duì zhăng. I won't." Simon hugged Mal tightly for a moment then said, "Now, go to sleep."
Mal's only answer was a soft snore.
Simon smiled, closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep as well.
wŏ duì zhăng=my captain
Author: lvs2read
Pairing: Mal/Simon
Rating: Adult Only--PWP
Disclaimer: Don't own it, never did, just having fun playing.
Translations: In mouseover and at end of text
Author's Notes: An unbeta'd piece of fluff written for flawed_karma and woodsong_1978, both of whom need some fluffy in their life right about now. *hugs you both* This started out as a reply to the "Weariness" prompt over at promptsomeslash, but got too long for the comment box. Big surprise! Hope everyone enjoys!
Too Tired
A towel over his shoulder, Simon walked into the common room outside the infirmary, on his way to the communal shower, to find Mal sitting on the couch, head resting on the back, eyes closed, one arm on the armrest while the other was thrown across his forehead. He smiled softly at the sight. Mal looked so much younger when he slept, as if all the cares of the day just slipped away, never to return. Simon hated to wake him, but if he didn't, Mal was going to have an awful crick in his neck when he awoke. Going over and gently laying a hand on him, Simon spoke quietly, "Mal?"
"Hmm?" Mal turned his hand and ran his thumb in lazy circles across the back of Simon's.
"You need to be in bed." Simon's fingers automatically returned Mal's caress.
Mal reached out with his other hand and, grasping Simon by his free hand, tugged him down to sit on the couch as well, the towel falling, unnoticed, to the floor. "Was headed that way when I heard you in with lil sis." He wrapped his arm around Simon's shoulders, pulling him closer. "Wanted to be sure everythin' was all right. Is it?" he asked sleepily.
Simon stretched up and kissed Mal's cheek. "Yes, it is. She just wanted to talk a bit, but she's sleeping now. And, if I didn't know you better, I'd say it was sweet of you to ask." Simon smiled to himself, knowing Mal didn't think of himself as sweet or caring.
"Good. Ain't sweet. I'm a mean old man." Mal grumbled tiredly.
"Yes. You are. And it's time for all mean old men to be in bed. Come on. I'll help you." Simon stood up, out of Mal's embrace, and took him by the hand again, giving him a small tug of encouragement.
Mal sighed and pushed himself up and off of the couch with his free hand. "Don't need any help."
Simon wrapped an arm around Mal's waist as Mal wavered on his feet. "Of course you don't. Whose bed? Mine or yours?"
"Yours. It's closer." Mal wrapped his arm back around Simon's shoulders, keeping him close.
"So it is. Let's go."
They walked together out of the room and down the hall to Simon's quarters. Once inside the room, Simon guided Mal to the bed and pushed him down to sit on the edge before kneeling to remove his boots. Mal slipped his suspenders off and began unbuttoning his shirt, but got distracted by Simon's hands on his legs and Simon's hair falling out of place. Giving into temptation, he reached out and ran his fingers through that hair.
Simon looked up at him and smiled as he finished removing Mal's boots and socks. "Stand up for a minute."
"Hmm? Oh." Mal shook his head slightly and stood up, fingers going back to buttons as Simon reached over and pulled the covers down.
As Mal stripped off his shirt, Simon brought his hands to the waistband of Mal's pants and made short work of unfastening and slipping them off. "In you go." Simon held the covers up as Mal slid into bed then leaned down to kiss him lightly, bracing himself with one hand on the wall and one hand on the mattress. "Go to sleep. I'll be back in a few minutes."
Mal opened eyes that had automatically fallen shut when his head hit the pillow, and grabbed Simon's hand. "Where you goin'?"
"I was going to take a shower." Simon smiled, caressing Mal's cheek with his free hand.
Mal's brow furrowed in thought. "Nope. Stay. Just need another one later, anyway."
Simon arched an eyebrow at him. "Is that so? You seem a bit tired to be making promises like that."
"There's always tomorrow morning." Even half-asleep Mal was able to leer up at Simon.
"True." Simon laughed in agreement.
"'Sides, wanna hold you." Mal mumbled groggily.
Simon seldom got to see this softer side of Mal. Usually Mal kept his feelings tightly wrapped up and hidden behind his 'mean old man' façade, so Simon treasured Mal's comment more than he might have under other circumstances. Running his hand down Mal's arm, he whispered, "All right," and stepped back, removing his own clothing quickly and efficiently before climbing in bed next to Mal and curling up next to him, head on his shoulder, arm thrown across his chest, and legs naturally entwining as Mal sighed contentedly and wrapped an arm around Simon's shoulder, holding him close as they settled down to sleep.
Ten minutes later, Mal wiggled restlessly.
Simon lifted his head and asked, "What's the matter? Can’t get back to sleep?"
Mal groaned. "Nope. Too tired, I guess." He tried to pull away from Simon, but Simon stopped him with a hand on his chest.
"Let me see what I can do about that. Lie still and close your eyes." He brought his hand up and ran it lightly over Mal's face as he dropped a quick kiss on Mal's chest.
Mal closed his eyes, even as he automatically protested, "Keep tellin' you not to give me or…"
Simon braced himself up on his other elbow and cut off Mal's protest with a soft kiss as his hand roamed down Mal's torso, barely touching Mal's skin. "Hush," he whispered against Mal's lips. "Just do as you're told, for once, and lie back and enjoy yourself." He brushed feather-light kisses along Mal's jaw and neck as his hand continued its progress along Mal's body, stopping now and again to tease the more sensitive areas.
Mal tilted his head back to give Simon better access and arched into Simon's caresses as he moaned, "Oh, if you insist."
Simon smiled against Mal's skin and murmured, "Oh, I do. I really do," before sucking the hollow spot at the base of Mal's throat as his hand reached its goal, cupping Mal through his undergarments and stroking him to full hardness.
Mal jerked his hips at Simon's touch, and then relaxed into the pleasure of the moment. When Simon sat up to free him from his underwear, Mal obligingly lifted his hips and legs at Simon's silent signals. Then Simon's hand was on him again, and he was being thoroughly kissed, Simon's tongue keeping perfect rhythm with his hand, stroking, teasing, pulling/thrusting, twisting/twirling, squeezing/biting, closer… closer… Simon! Mal grunted into Simon's mouth as his orgasm overtook him, his hips thrusting helplessly, warm semen shooting onto his chest and stomach, his body collapsing, his mind ceasing to function. When he slowly opened his eyes moments later, it was to see Simon fastidiously licking his hand clean. The pure, erotic imagery made him groan out loud.
When Mal groaned, Simon grinned at him, snaking his tongue out to catch the last drop before it fell off of his finger. "Welcome back." He leaned down and kissed Mal again, sharing his flavor with him.
"Thanks." Mal lifted a hand to Simon's face, running his thumb over Simon's lips even as his eyes drooped shut again. "Your turn?"
"Not tonight, Mal. You're too tired." Simon nibbled at Mal's thumb then lay back down next to him, pulling him into his arms.
"Not either." Mal protested sleepily.
"Whatever you say, Mal. Besides, you did say something about tomorrow morning, didn't you?" Simon asked as he dropped a kiss on the top of Mal's head.
"Guess I did at that. Okay. Tomorrow morning. Don't let me forget." Mal yawned and snuggled closer into Simon's embrace.
"I won't, wŏ duì zhăng. I won't." Simon hugged Mal tightly for a moment then said, "Now, go to sleep."
Mal's only answer was a soft snore.
Simon smiled, closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep as well.
wŏ duì zhăng=my captain