Firefly Fic: Pride (backup for threesome fic exchange)
FIC: Pride
Author/Artist: Ann
Fandom: Firefly
Rating: R, leading into NC-17 but nothing too graphic
Pairing: Mal/Simon/Jayne
Summary: Sometimes it’s good to have choices taken away.
Backup fic for woodsong_1978, Mal/Simon/Jayne with the prompt, ‘Could be there are times a captain doesn't have to give all the orders…
Thanks to lvs2read for betaing for me :)
The rough Primary Masterlist is here, will post to the comms at the end of the week. Sorry for the delay guys.
Mal always had been one to push his luck, especially since Miranda. Needing to stretch out and see if the message they’d put out there had taken root. If people look from the Alliance and think for themselves, rather than just lie back and accept the lies there. He’s stubborn enough, as is his crew, to want people seeing the truth not just burying their heads and pretending.
Especially with the loss they’ve all seen, the loss they had to feel and live through. Grief and determination to go on melding together. Mal feeling the weight of guilt adding to his own, living with his choice, his decision to lead them all on, take charge and have them follow. Risking all and everything to get the truth out there.
It isn’t a wonder Mal lets news of rebellion against the Alliance, or uprisings in the Core, make his day all the more shiny. Or that each one of them rejoice when news of dissent and demands for answers make their way over the cortex.
But the opposite is true, too. The rest of the crew expect it, brace themselves for it, but Mal takes it more to heart, takes it as personal insult and grievance when there are those standing against the validity of the message. Ignoring the truth and keeping their eyes closed against it. Clinging to an image of the Alliance being bountiful and civil, honourable and true. Rather than seeing it as being flawed and in need of change.
It’s times like these, that Mal also needs a change.
***
“Stupid ruttin’ idiot!”
Mal can’t remember the last time Jayne’s tongue ran away from him, least not with words that held a trace of concern in them anyhow. Especially not for him.
Cracking open one eye, he’s treated to the sight of his crew gathered around a scowling Jayne who looks fit to be tied. Zoe’s talking to him, trying to calm him down, but it’s a look from Simon that ultimately does the trick. Since the doctor’s leaning over his leg, prodding at it, Mal can’t see the look but it’s enough to still Jayne’s curses down to a mutter and have him stomp towards the other bed, leaning on it with a scowl thrown in Mal’s direction.
He catches Simon’s glance at him, the way the doctor’s eyes skirt over what Mal is sure will be a wicked bruise come morning, if it’s not already coming up that way. Whatever he sees in Mal’s face must satisfy him that the captain’s only concussed. because his lips draw into a tight line before he leans back over Mal’s calf--absorbed in his task.
“Shouldn’t have landed on this backbirth of a moon. Folk’s here ain’t right in the head.” Mal’s sure on that, sure that him and his own didn’t go through hell for idiot people to spit on the idea that what happened on Miranda is the truth.
“You were the one wantin’ a quiet drink, sir.” Zoe moves closer to his bed now, as Jayne’s mutters get a little louder.
Can’t conjure why he’s so moody, wasn’t him that was shot.
The only thing Mal could figure on is Jayne is sore he won't be getting any play for a good week or so, at least not from him. Shouldn’t have put the man in such a mood though, doc wasn’t in any way injured. Besides Jayne and Simon had been rutting for months before they decided to invite him in.
Mal stubbornly ignores Zoe’s sigh as Simon leans towards him to shine a light, that has him blinking, into his eyes. Simon’s not talking much now, which is a miracle to itself since Mal can’t think of an instance that the man’s mouth hasn’t run amuck.
Save, of course, actually asking Mal to join them, then Simon hadn’t said too much, had just spent many an hour musing on inviting Mal to join them. Jayne had been outspoken, turning to Mal one night the three of them were left as the last ones standing in a round of drinking, and asking in a conversational tone that did nothing to stop Mal spluttering in his mug, “Got a pressin’ urge to be invitin’ you back to our bunk. ’less you’ve had too much of Kaylee’s brew?”
That night had been the first of many with the two men, and while Mal had made a choice there and then to Jayne’s question and rutted with them that same night, he’d made the decidedly bad decision to walk out almost right after.
He’d barely cooled down, only just found his release and was still sticky with it, when both Simon and Jayne had started getting too cosy, rolling him between them and holding him close. Mal hadn’t been ready for it, had felt all kinds of uncomfortable as he’d wondered what to say, wracked his brains on just what he should do with both of them for comfortable and at ease when he wasn’t.
It hadn’t seemed right to stay, so Mal had rolled out from between them, yanked on his pants and grabbed his shirt before murmuring a gruff ‘best be gettin’ back to my own bunk’.
Jayne glared at me like I’d just cursed at his momma Mal smiles slightly, unaware of the questioning looks he’s getting, remembering how pissy Jayne had been the next day, taking Mal’s leaving as a personal insult on his performance and dragging both Mal and Simon, who’d been acting more aloof and unhappy that day, back to his bunk. Just to prove himself right, giving Mal no chance to correct him.
It had taken two ruts and a handful of insults before Mal got the chance to assure him, by which time Jayne had already been half asleep.
Simon had the smarts though, must've convinced Jayne it was fine for Mal to leave, because he’d got no grief for slipping away a time later. Smarts or not though, Simon quickly got into the habit of asking Mal to stay and Mal got into the habit of seeing the brief look of rejection cross Simon’s face as Jayne pulled him against his chest, a scowl aimed at Mal’s retreating figure. It was when Simon stopped asking and Mal started pausing on the ladder, waiting for it, that the captain realised just how much he wanted one of them to say it.
***
It takes Mal a fair time to heal, but when he finally does get let out of the infirmary he doesn’t anticipate the hatch being open that night. Jayne and Simon had both showed their displeasure--with muttered growls, stony silences and polite conversation-- at what even Mal can admit to himself had been a foolhardy act, even if he stubbornly refuses to tell anyone else that.
Mal expects to return to his own bunk now Simon has given him leave to. Part of him’s wistful and wanting them to question and argue at him, make the displeasure they’d showed before he was shot clear once more. Part of him is ready to scowl and shoot back smart answers which would put Jayne in a fair foul mood for days and make Simon stiff once more.
He’s surprised that it’s Jayne who’s been waiting outside his bunk, lounging against it and offering Mal a look the captain just can’t fathom. There’s no arguing or dissent, just Jayne crushing his lips possessively to Mal’s, pushing him up against the wall of the ship. Even if these men have a habit of confoundin’ me, still wasn’t expecting anythin‘ but a fight.
It’s then that Jayne explains the rules to him, terse and still having the same angry look he’d carried weeks before, he’d made them short and sweet. Made it clear now Mal is fit and well again he’s coming back to their bunk and is going to be doing some listening, not running off on a half-cocked endeavour which gets him shot up.
Jayne gets to give the orders. Something he’s never shown an inclination or desire to do when Mal is there with them, although when they get into the bunk Simon makes it clear that Jayne’s been having a special urge to do just that, one which Simon is keen to share with him and happy to play into every now and then, but one which both of them are more than desiring for Mal to indulge them in.
***
There’s the barest tremble to Simon’s hand as he runs it along Mal’s chest, making the captain’s breath hitch as smooth fingers skim lightly over his skin. Mal can’t say he’d like to see that tremble when being doctored, but he can’t recollect an occasion where he has in all fairness. Simon Tam is all manner of professional when it comes to his dedication, cool, in control and dominant in the infirmary. But not here, not when it comes to teasing, to touching and exploring. Here, Simon’s no more than the rest of them, a man with desires and urges and edginess.
He’s not the only one though. Mal’s eyes move past Simon to the man beyond him, to rest upon blue eyes and stubble, gaze drifting downwards over his mercenary’s body. Jayne’s not naked, not even half-so but his fingers are playing with the buttons of his pants, twisting ever-so slightly and flicking them slowly undone.
Mal doesn’t even realise how distracted he is by Jayne’s slow motions until he feels Simon’s fingers dip lower, lightly tracing over Mal’s belly and dashing just that little bit further, Simon clearly has mischief in mind as he rests fingertips on the head of Mal’s cock. And just rests lightly there, pushing Mal to rise up slightly on tiptoes, wanting those fingers moving or gripping, just not stilling on the part of him most desperate to be touched. Gorramn tease.
He can’t help pouting slightly, eyes moving from Jayne to Simon, watching the younger man’s smile widen as Jayne gives a snort of laughter. His fingers twitch, wanting to touch the fully clothed man in front of him, body leaning forward slightly so that Simon’s lips, so close to his now, are pressed to his own.
“Don’t be tryin’ that, Mal.” Jayne’s voice is a drawl, Mal’s attention snapping to the man. “Just be lettin’ the doc strip you now. Slow an’ careful Simon, don’t be teasin’ too much jus’ yet.”
Mal bites back the curse as Simon turns eyes to him, looking too damn innocent to be thinking anything of the like, especially since his fingers are slowly wandering, almost tapping, down Mal’s cock, to flick the last two buttons of his fly open.
“Get his breeches down now, don’t be shyin’ away.”
He ain’t shy, no two ways about that. Simon’s anything but and Mal can’t help cursing at the smugness he hears in Jayne’s voice. The other man knows well and good Simon’s not hesitant. The doctor’s never been one to keep things to himself and much as he tries Mal’s patience when he goes all high-strung and opinionated, Mal enjoys the boldness when they all are intimate. He’s always thought Simon exuded a calm confidence, and he’d been pleased to see the same confidence when he took to joining them, although he enjoyed dispelling the calm, making Simon groan and writhe beneath him.
Just as he enjoyed doing the same to Jayne, hearing the grunt and shuddering at the hard bite to his shoulder as he teased Jayne into an earlier release than the merc would have liked. It had been odd to Mal at first when he started joining them, that both of them were happy to let him set his own pace, chose which one he wanted to rut with first rather then deciding for him. Seemed strange for Jayne to hold back, not so much Simon mind, but odd for Jayne to give over that much of himself. It had been arousing, watching the both of them give themselves over like that, had also grated on his nerves and his heart to think of the two of them curled up together after Mal had left, making Mal wish he didn’t always have to be walking out--even if his own stubborn pride refused to ask if he could stay.
“Cap’s got a fine body don’t you think?” Jayne’s voice is loud, close to his ear and Mal flushes slightly as he notices his pants are around his ankles and both of them are appraising the view. Jayne pressed up against him from behind, still clothed and resting his chin lightly against Mal’s neck so the bristles make him fidget, unsure if he likes the sensation or if it aggravates him. He’s not embarrassed nor shy, just shouldn’t be losing track of things when he’s got them both so close and in such playful moods.
“Very much so.” Simon’s smiling again, one hand reaching out to touch Mal’s hip and Jayne’s is moving over it, holding him there, making Mal very aware he‘s the only one naked and on show, even if both other men‘s pants are straining with confined arousal.
“Thinkin’ you should be gettin’ naked, too, Simon.” Jayne rubs his chin against Mal’s neck making the captain squirm as Jayne’s hand starts wandering down towards his thigh. “What’d you reckon?”
The words are murmured against Mal’s ear, small vibration making him shudder as Jayne nips at his earlobe. “Sounds like a fine plan to me.” He’s not sure how he managed to get the words out, small groan leaving his lips as Jayne kisses behind his ear, making for a curious, arousing sensation of pleasure and a hint of a tickle.
“Maybe you should be undressin’ him then? Get those fancy clothes off, an’ tease him some.”
That part’s not a question, more an order, and Mal sways slightly as Jayne pulls back quickly, no longer pressed behind him but walking back to his seat on the bunk, hands back to playing at crotch level again.
Undress Simon?
It feels strange to Mal to have the choice taken away from him, but Jayne’s words are a tempting offer, one he’s already eagerly moving to accept. Stepping forward with fingers on Simon’s shirt, shifting him to unfold his hands as he toys with the buttons. He doesn’t take his time stripping Simon of his shirt, eager to see and touch the body that lies beneath.
He knows it intimately by now, every line and contour, dip and bulge, but that doesn’t make Mal any the less eager to be seeing and touching Simon once again. Been a long six weeks. The brief glances of shirt clinging to muscle and his own imagination were all Mal had had to satisfy himself while he’d healed, having to wait the full length of time--a torturous one that Mal was sure hadn’t been necessary but Simon had stuck true to. It’s nothing compared to actually seeing Simon half-naked again, to being able to touch the smooth skin there.
Being with Jayne hasn’t tempered Simon’s need to groom himself, maybe he’s been getting a touch more dirty but Mal’s sure Simon shouldn’t be so smooth, fancies that perhaps he can smell some kind of cream as he moves all the closer.
His hand splayed on Simon’s chest, feeling it hitch slightly as the doctor breathes, feeling Simon shiver as he ghosts his fingers over his nipples and up his neck, hands moving to cup the doctor’s chin. Ain’t never thought I’d be offered this, not either of ‘em. Mal’s paused now, just staring at Simon, the idle thought of ‘could he have chosen between them’ echoing in his mind.
It would be easy to say yes, to think on choosing one over the other, but the truth is he wanted both men equally as much and is just gorramn relieved they’d chosen to approach him in the first place. Was no way in the ‘verse, he’d have been the one to. Chance of humiliation would have been low had he approached Simon, the doctor dignified enough to keep quiet and gently reject, but it had been enough. Stubborn pride and uncertainty pushing him to stay alone, to keep rigid to his rule about not dallying with crew.
“He wants you to kiss him, best be obligin’ there. Best be stayin‘ the night this time, too.”
Jayne’s drawl interrupts Mal’s train of thought, his gaze fixing back on the man in front of him. For all his smile, the confident pose, Mal can see a hesitation in Simon’s eyes, an uncertainty that fades, his smile only becoming wider as Mal offers him a grin. Ain’t thinkin’ twice Simon, don’t be frettin’ on that--not changin’ my mind now an‘ walkin‘ out after. Ain‘t foolish enough to walk away this time..
The order isn’t repeated and Mal’s already leaning forward, pressing his lips to Simon’s, feeling the odd sensation of the other man gasping into his mouth. Only for a second does he catch Simon off-guard, which is an oddity in itself given that Jayne just issued the command, but moments later Simon’s kissing him back like breathing’s not an issue anymore. Making Mal not able to hear words even if Jayne’s speaking them, as his tongue caresses Simon’s, exploring and teasing as Simon deepens the kiss turning it from passionate to possessive.
Mal doesn't want the kiss to end, but he can hear Jayne moving around, slamming the hatch shut and reminding Mal that he’d forgotten to do that earlier. Getting fidgety he expects, as he breaks the kiss and turns to look. Well, that’s a sight.
He can’t help the surprise that Jayne’s not just waiting impatiently, always seemed to him that Jayne had showed plenty of impatience when Mal had chosen to play with Simon first. Instead Jayne’s leisurely stroking his cock, having taken the opportunity to rid himself of his own pants. He doesn’t say much at first, just grins up at Mal as the captain wets his lips, glancing from shirtless Simon back to pantless Jayne. It’s a distraction and tease in itself to have both half-clothed men leading Mal to want to be the one to finish the job, but torn between for which one.
“Strip him, he ain’t gonna bite.” Jayne smirks, telling Mal anything but, and Simon’s merely rolling his eyes at the both of them. Arms crossing over his chest as he patiently waits.
He doesn’t have to wait for long, with an offer and order too fine for Mal to be contemplating resisting, let alone doing. Slowly this time though, touching Simon’s skin, teasing his lips over it until the doctor’s gasping lightly, cock twitching and body leaning towards Mal’s.
“Pretty ain’t he?”
For once Simon doesn’t seem bothered by Jayne’s use of the word, at least if the smile on his lips and bite to his ear is any indication, and Mal’s eyes are too busy looking over the man as he touches him to answer.
Rough, large hands clasp at his forearms, stilling his actions as Jayne presses up against his back, snapping Mal’s mind firmly back into focus as to just what he should be doing. He shudders as Jayne’s teeth none-too-gently nip on his neck, the man’s cock grinding between his buttocks making Mal lean back and then forward as Simon starts touching him. Better like this, better both together not one then t’other. Torn between the two men, between the touching and the looking. All too much and not enough and somehow one or both of them must sense it because Jayne’s kissing ruthlessly at his lips, just as possessive as Simon did before. Capturing Mal’s attention from Simon’s rummages, the doctor‘s mutter as he finds what he‘s looking for amidst the mess of Jayne‘s strewn clothing.
The material that settles over his head makes Mal stiffen, more wary, though his arousal doesn’t abate. Jayne’s still holding him as Simon wraps the silken fabric around his eyes, blinding one of the senses that has him so torn. No longer wanting and needing to absorb it all, fixed on remembering what is possibly a one time thing, just sinking into the sensations. Letting Jayne kiss him again and then Simon, the different taste of each man along with the manner in which they kiss telling Mal just who he’s touching and tasting at that moment.
It’s Simon who leads him towards the bed, who pulls Mal down next to him and runs hands over the captain’s body as Mal grips him, one hand groping blindly along the bed coverings to reach out for Jayne.
“He won‘t be just watching for long, trust me.”
Simon, who whispers in Mal’s ear, reassuring him as Jayne murmurs out what he wants them to be doing. But it’s the anticipation at being with both of them, that makes Mal shudder.
Author/Artist: Ann
Fandom: Firefly
Rating: R, leading into NC-17 but nothing too graphic
Pairing: Mal/Simon/Jayne
Summary: Sometimes it’s good to have choices taken away.
Backup fic for woodsong_1978, Mal/Simon/Jayne with the prompt, ‘Could be there are times a captain doesn't have to give all the orders…
Thanks to lvs2read for betaing for me :)
The rough Primary Masterlist is here, will post to the comms at the end of the week. Sorry for the delay guys.
Mal always had been one to push his luck, especially since Miranda. Needing to stretch out and see if the message they’d put out there had taken root. If people look from the Alliance and think for themselves, rather than just lie back and accept the lies there. He’s stubborn enough, as is his crew, to want people seeing the truth not just burying their heads and pretending.
Especially with the loss they’ve all seen, the loss they had to feel and live through. Grief and determination to go on melding together. Mal feeling the weight of guilt adding to his own, living with his choice, his decision to lead them all on, take charge and have them follow. Risking all and everything to get the truth out there.
It isn’t a wonder Mal lets news of rebellion against the Alliance, or uprisings in the Core, make his day all the more shiny. Or that each one of them rejoice when news of dissent and demands for answers make their way over the cortex.
But the opposite is true, too. The rest of the crew expect it, brace themselves for it, but Mal takes it more to heart, takes it as personal insult and grievance when there are those standing against the validity of the message. Ignoring the truth and keeping their eyes closed against it. Clinging to an image of the Alliance being bountiful and civil, honourable and true. Rather than seeing it as being flawed and in need of change.
It’s times like these, that Mal also needs a change.
***
“Stupid ruttin’ idiot!”
Mal can’t remember the last time Jayne’s tongue ran away from him, least not with words that held a trace of concern in them anyhow. Especially not for him.
Cracking open one eye, he’s treated to the sight of his crew gathered around a scowling Jayne who looks fit to be tied. Zoe’s talking to him, trying to calm him down, but it’s a look from Simon that ultimately does the trick. Since the doctor’s leaning over his leg, prodding at it, Mal can’t see the look but it’s enough to still Jayne’s curses down to a mutter and have him stomp towards the other bed, leaning on it with a scowl thrown in Mal’s direction.
He catches Simon’s glance at him, the way the doctor’s eyes skirt over what Mal is sure will be a wicked bruise come morning, if it’s not already coming up that way. Whatever he sees in Mal’s face must satisfy him that the captain’s only concussed. because his lips draw into a tight line before he leans back over Mal’s calf--absorbed in his task.
“Shouldn’t have landed on this backbirth of a moon. Folk’s here ain’t right in the head.” Mal’s sure on that, sure that him and his own didn’t go through hell for idiot people to spit on the idea that what happened on Miranda is the truth.
“You were the one wantin’ a quiet drink, sir.” Zoe moves closer to his bed now, as Jayne’s mutters get a little louder.
Can’t conjure why he’s so moody, wasn’t him that was shot.
The only thing Mal could figure on is Jayne is sore he won't be getting any play for a good week or so, at least not from him. Shouldn’t have put the man in such a mood though, doc wasn’t in any way injured. Besides Jayne and Simon had been rutting for months before they decided to invite him in.
Mal stubbornly ignores Zoe’s sigh as Simon leans towards him to shine a light, that has him blinking, into his eyes. Simon’s not talking much now, which is a miracle to itself since Mal can’t think of an instance that the man’s mouth hasn’t run amuck.
Save, of course, actually asking Mal to join them, then Simon hadn’t said too much, had just spent many an hour musing on inviting Mal to join them. Jayne had been outspoken, turning to Mal one night the three of them were left as the last ones standing in a round of drinking, and asking in a conversational tone that did nothing to stop Mal spluttering in his mug, “Got a pressin’ urge to be invitin’ you back to our bunk. ’less you’ve had too much of Kaylee’s brew?”
That night had been the first of many with the two men, and while Mal had made a choice there and then to Jayne’s question and rutted with them that same night, he’d made the decidedly bad decision to walk out almost right after.
He’d barely cooled down, only just found his release and was still sticky with it, when both Simon and Jayne had started getting too cosy, rolling him between them and holding him close. Mal hadn’t been ready for it, had felt all kinds of uncomfortable as he’d wondered what to say, wracked his brains on just what he should do with both of them for comfortable and at ease when he wasn’t.
It hadn’t seemed right to stay, so Mal had rolled out from between them, yanked on his pants and grabbed his shirt before murmuring a gruff ‘best be gettin’ back to my own bunk’.
Jayne glared at me like I’d just cursed at his momma Mal smiles slightly, unaware of the questioning looks he’s getting, remembering how pissy Jayne had been the next day, taking Mal’s leaving as a personal insult on his performance and dragging both Mal and Simon, who’d been acting more aloof and unhappy that day, back to his bunk. Just to prove himself right, giving Mal no chance to correct him.
It had taken two ruts and a handful of insults before Mal got the chance to assure him, by which time Jayne had already been half asleep.
Simon had the smarts though, must've convinced Jayne it was fine for Mal to leave, because he’d got no grief for slipping away a time later. Smarts or not though, Simon quickly got into the habit of asking Mal to stay and Mal got into the habit of seeing the brief look of rejection cross Simon’s face as Jayne pulled him against his chest, a scowl aimed at Mal’s retreating figure. It was when Simon stopped asking and Mal started pausing on the ladder, waiting for it, that the captain realised just how much he wanted one of them to say it.
***
It takes Mal a fair time to heal, but when he finally does get let out of the infirmary he doesn’t anticipate the hatch being open that night. Jayne and Simon had both showed their displeasure--with muttered growls, stony silences and polite conversation-- at what even Mal can admit to himself had been a foolhardy act, even if he stubbornly refuses to tell anyone else that.
Mal expects to return to his own bunk now Simon has given him leave to. Part of him’s wistful and wanting them to question and argue at him, make the displeasure they’d showed before he was shot clear once more. Part of him is ready to scowl and shoot back smart answers which would put Jayne in a fair foul mood for days and make Simon stiff once more.
He’s surprised that it’s Jayne who’s been waiting outside his bunk, lounging against it and offering Mal a look the captain just can’t fathom. There’s no arguing or dissent, just Jayne crushing his lips possessively to Mal’s, pushing him up against the wall of the ship. Even if these men have a habit of confoundin’ me, still wasn’t expecting anythin‘ but a fight.
It’s then that Jayne explains the rules to him, terse and still having the same angry look he’d carried weeks before, he’d made them short and sweet. Made it clear now Mal is fit and well again he’s coming back to their bunk and is going to be doing some listening, not running off on a half-cocked endeavour which gets him shot up.
Jayne gets to give the orders. Something he’s never shown an inclination or desire to do when Mal is there with them, although when they get into the bunk Simon makes it clear that Jayne’s been having a special urge to do just that, one which Simon is keen to share with him and happy to play into every now and then, but one which both of them are more than desiring for Mal to indulge them in.
***
There’s the barest tremble to Simon’s hand as he runs it along Mal’s chest, making the captain’s breath hitch as smooth fingers skim lightly over his skin. Mal can’t say he’d like to see that tremble when being doctored, but he can’t recollect an occasion where he has in all fairness. Simon Tam is all manner of professional when it comes to his dedication, cool, in control and dominant in the infirmary. But not here, not when it comes to teasing, to touching and exploring. Here, Simon’s no more than the rest of them, a man with desires and urges and edginess.
He’s not the only one though. Mal’s eyes move past Simon to the man beyond him, to rest upon blue eyes and stubble, gaze drifting downwards over his mercenary’s body. Jayne’s not naked, not even half-so but his fingers are playing with the buttons of his pants, twisting ever-so slightly and flicking them slowly undone.
Mal doesn’t even realise how distracted he is by Jayne’s slow motions until he feels Simon’s fingers dip lower, lightly tracing over Mal’s belly and dashing just that little bit further, Simon clearly has mischief in mind as he rests fingertips on the head of Mal’s cock. And just rests lightly there, pushing Mal to rise up slightly on tiptoes, wanting those fingers moving or gripping, just not stilling on the part of him most desperate to be touched. Gorramn tease.
He can’t help pouting slightly, eyes moving from Jayne to Simon, watching the younger man’s smile widen as Jayne gives a snort of laughter. His fingers twitch, wanting to touch the fully clothed man in front of him, body leaning forward slightly so that Simon’s lips, so close to his now, are pressed to his own.
“Don’t be tryin’ that, Mal.” Jayne’s voice is a drawl, Mal’s attention snapping to the man. “Just be lettin’ the doc strip you now. Slow an’ careful Simon, don’t be teasin’ too much jus’ yet.”
Mal bites back the curse as Simon turns eyes to him, looking too damn innocent to be thinking anything of the like, especially since his fingers are slowly wandering, almost tapping, down Mal’s cock, to flick the last two buttons of his fly open.
“Get his breeches down now, don’t be shyin’ away.”
He ain’t shy, no two ways about that. Simon’s anything but and Mal can’t help cursing at the smugness he hears in Jayne’s voice. The other man knows well and good Simon’s not hesitant. The doctor’s never been one to keep things to himself and much as he tries Mal’s patience when he goes all high-strung and opinionated, Mal enjoys the boldness when they all are intimate. He’s always thought Simon exuded a calm confidence, and he’d been pleased to see the same confidence when he took to joining them, although he enjoyed dispelling the calm, making Simon groan and writhe beneath him.
Just as he enjoyed doing the same to Jayne, hearing the grunt and shuddering at the hard bite to his shoulder as he teased Jayne into an earlier release than the merc would have liked. It had been odd to Mal at first when he started joining them, that both of them were happy to let him set his own pace, chose which one he wanted to rut with first rather then deciding for him. Seemed strange for Jayne to hold back, not so much Simon mind, but odd for Jayne to give over that much of himself. It had been arousing, watching the both of them give themselves over like that, had also grated on his nerves and his heart to think of the two of them curled up together after Mal had left, making Mal wish he didn’t always have to be walking out--even if his own stubborn pride refused to ask if he could stay.
“Cap’s got a fine body don’t you think?” Jayne’s voice is loud, close to his ear and Mal flushes slightly as he notices his pants are around his ankles and both of them are appraising the view. Jayne pressed up against him from behind, still clothed and resting his chin lightly against Mal’s neck so the bristles make him fidget, unsure if he likes the sensation or if it aggravates him. He’s not embarrassed nor shy, just shouldn’t be losing track of things when he’s got them both so close and in such playful moods.
“Very much so.” Simon’s smiling again, one hand reaching out to touch Mal’s hip and Jayne’s is moving over it, holding him there, making Mal very aware he‘s the only one naked and on show, even if both other men‘s pants are straining with confined arousal.
“Thinkin’ you should be gettin’ naked, too, Simon.” Jayne rubs his chin against Mal’s neck making the captain squirm as Jayne’s hand starts wandering down towards his thigh. “What’d you reckon?”
The words are murmured against Mal’s ear, small vibration making him shudder as Jayne nips at his earlobe. “Sounds like a fine plan to me.” He’s not sure how he managed to get the words out, small groan leaving his lips as Jayne kisses behind his ear, making for a curious, arousing sensation of pleasure and a hint of a tickle.
“Maybe you should be undressin’ him then? Get those fancy clothes off, an’ tease him some.”
That part’s not a question, more an order, and Mal sways slightly as Jayne pulls back quickly, no longer pressed behind him but walking back to his seat on the bunk, hands back to playing at crotch level again.
Undress Simon?
It feels strange to Mal to have the choice taken away from him, but Jayne’s words are a tempting offer, one he’s already eagerly moving to accept. Stepping forward with fingers on Simon’s shirt, shifting him to unfold his hands as he toys with the buttons. He doesn’t take his time stripping Simon of his shirt, eager to see and touch the body that lies beneath.
He knows it intimately by now, every line and contour, dip and bulge, but that doesn’t make Mal any the less eager to be seeing and touching Simon once again. Been a long six weeks. The brief glances of shirt clinging to muscle and his own imagination were all Mal had had to satisfy himself while he’d healed, having to wait the full length of time--a torturous one that Mal was sure hadn’t been necessary but Simon had stuck true to. It’s nothing compared to actually seeing Simon half-naked again, to being able to touch the smooth skin there.
Being with Jayne hasn’t tempered Simon’s need to groom himself, maybe he’s been getting a touch more dirty but Mal’s sure Simon shouldn’t be so smooth, fancies that perhaps he can smell some kind of cream as he moves all the closer.
His hand splayed on Simon’s chest, feeling it hitch slightly as the doctor breathes, feeling Simon shiver as he ghosts his fingers over his nipples and up his neck, hands moving to cup the doctor’s chin. Ain’t never thought I’d be offered this, not either of ‘em. Mal’s paused now, just staring at Simon, the idle thought of ‘could he have chosen between them’ echoing in his mind.
It would be easy to say yes, to think on choosing one over the other, but the truth is he wanted both men equally as much and is just gorramn relieved they’d chosen to approach him in the first place. Was no way in the ‘verse, he’d have been the one to. Chance of humiliation would have been low had he approached Simon, the doctor dignified enough to keep quiet and gently reject, but it had been enough. Stubborn pride and uncertainty pushing him to stay alone, to keep rigid to his rule about not dallying with crew.
“He wants you to kiss him, best be obligin’ there. Best be stayin‘ the night this time, too.”
Jayne’s drawl interrupts Mal’s train of thought, his gaze fixing back on the man in front of him. For all his smile, the confident pose, Mal can see a hesitation in Simon’s eyes, an uncertainty that fades, his smile only becoming wider as Mal offers him a grin. Ain’t thinkin’ twice Simon, don’t be frettin’ on that--not changin’ my mind now an‘ walkin‘ out after. Ain‘t foolish enough to walk away this time..
The order isn’t repeated and Mal’s already leaning forward, pressing his lips to Simon’s, feeling the odd sensation of the other man gasping into his mouth. Only for a second does he catch Simon off-guard, which is an oddity in itself given that Jayne just issued the command, but moments later Simon’s kissing him back like breathing’s not an issue anymore. Making Mal not able to hear words even if Jayne’s speaking them, as his tongue caresses Simon’s, exploring and teasing as Simon deepens the kiss turning it from passionate to possessive.
Mal doesn't want the kiss to end, but he can hear Jayne moving around, slamming the hatch shut and reminding Mal that he’d forgotten to do that earlier. Getting fidgety he expects, as he breaks the kiss and turns to look. Well, that’s a sight.
He can’t help the surprise that Jayne’s not just waiting impatiently, always seemed to him that Jayne had showed plenty of impatience when Mal had chosen to play with Simon first. Instead Jayne’s leisurely stroking his cock, having taken the opportunity to rid himself of his own pants. He doesn’t say much at first, just grins up at Mal as the captain wets his lips, glancing from shirtless Simon back to pantless Jayne. It’s a distraction and tease in itself to have both half-clothed men leading Mal to want to be the one to finish the job, but torn between for which one.
“Strip him, he ain’t gonna bite.” Jayne smirks, telling Mal anything but, and Simon’s merely rolling his eyes at the both of them. Arms crossing over his chest as he patiently waits.
He doesn’t have to wait for long, with an offer and order too fine for Mal to be contemplating resisting, let alone doing. Slowly this time though, touching Simon’s skin, teasing his lips over it until the doctor’s gasping lightly, cock twitching and body leaning towards Mal’s.
“Pretty ain’t he?”
For once Simon doesn’t seem bothered by Jayne’s use of the word, at least if the smile on his lips and bite to his ear is any indication, and Mal’s eyes are too busy looking over the man as he touches him to answer.
Rough, large hands clasp at his forearms, stilling his actions as Jayne presses up against his back, snapping Mal’s mind firmly back into focus as to just what he should be doing. He shudders as Jayne’s teeth none-too-gently nip on his neck, the man’s cock grinding between his buttocks making Mal lean back and then forward as Simon starts touching him. Better like this, better both together not one then t’other. Torn between the two men, between the touching and the looking. All too much and not enough and somehow one or both of them must sense it because Jayne’s kissing ruthlessly at his lips, just as possessive as Simon did before. Capturing Mal’s attention from Simon’s rummages, the doctor‘s mutter as he finds what he‘s looking for amidst the mess of Jayne‘s strewn clothing.
The material that settles over his head makes Mal stiffen, more wary, though his arousal doesn’t abate. Jayne’s still holding him as Simon wraps the silken fabric around his eyes, blinding one of the senses that has him so torn. No longer wanting and needing to absorb it all, fixed on remembering what is possibly a one time thing, just sinking into the sensations. Letting Jayne kiss him again and then Simon, the different taste of each man along with the manner in which they kiss telling Mal just who he’s touching and tasting at that moment.
It’s Simon who leads him towards the bed, who pulls Mal down next to him and runs hands over the captain’s body as Mal grips him, one hand groping blindly along the bed coverings to reach out for Jayne.
“He won‘t be just watching for long, trust me.”
Simon, who whispers in Mal’s ear, reassuring him as Jayne murmurs out what he wants them to be doing. But it’s the anticipation at being with both of them, that makes Mal shudder.