Fiction: Firefly
Jan. 28th, 2006 11:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sparklebutchTitle: An Apple A Day
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: Jayne, Simon
Summary: Jayne chases skirts. Slash.
Rating: Adult like buttsex
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bubosquared
Jayne walks into the cargo bay, bored, and immediately gets unbored. There's a mighty fine piece of ass there in what looks like the skirt on one of them schoolgirls on one of the core planets, and the skirt rides up because the person's looking in some of the crates. Nothing in 'em but apples, kept in cooling to fence on the smaller, poorer moons, so Jayne don't mind about the ass and long smooth legs helping themselves to some of the loot. He's also surprisingly not bothered by the existence of said ass and legs on the ship while they're in deep space, even knowin' it ain't Kaylee or River or Inara or - heh - Zoe, 'cause none of 'em has that sort of skirt, and they're all asleep anyway. Everyone's asleep. It's just him and the legs, which now stand upright - skirt covers more, which is disappointing, but it gives Jayne a chance to see a back in a white fancy dress shirt, and a head of dark hair in pigtails. Makes him smile, the pigtails, makes the whole not-innocent thing look cuter. Whoever this is, she ain't innocent, not with the skirt that short. Hell, must cover less than two inches of thigh anyway. Jayne's still studying the legs very attentively, especially where they meet the skirt, and when the lady turns he doesn't bother to look up if no one's gonna make him.
"Uhm." The cough says he's busted, so Jayne looks a little bit higher up. He's focusing on the chest, 'cause that's usually a good part to be starin' at, only there ain't nothin' there. Well, obviously, not an invisible chest or nothin', just flat fancy white shirt buttoned all the way up, all stiff in a proper tie an' all, wide shoulders and no boobs. He stares some more, tryin' to figure it out. Then he gives up, looks up, finds the face.
"Hey Simon."
"Hey Jayne."
Doesn't strike him as all that odd that Simon would be wearing this, wanderin' the halls in the middle of their night, lookin' for apples. Seems perfectly in place. Jayne looks down again.
"Nice legs."
"Thank you."
"Nice ass, too." He expects some sort of fuming or some remark 'bout his heritage, genetic makeup and all-out behavior, but Simon just looks coy. Kinda like he does with Kaylee some times. Then he bites on the apple and stares directly at Jayne and suddenly he don't look so coy anymore. He runs a hand on the little skirt, smoothing it, and Jayne gulps.
"Hungry?" Simon says all amicable, and Jayne nods dumbly. "Let me get you one too."
Very deliberately, like some extra-expensive classy whore, Simon turns and bends into the crate again, slow-like, maybe searchin' for that apple or maybe just playin' with Jayne's mind. Jayne isn't sure. He's pretty sure that when the air left his lips it made some funny little noise. He's not a hundred percent sure on that neither, because he's way too busy looking at the legs going on tiptoes even though they don't need to, and the skirt rides up almost to where Jayne gets really interested in, but not quite. Plaid covers just - right - just - so - Jayne takes another step and helps himself - helps the skirt go that one more inch up, and one more, until he's got it flipped over Simon's back. For some reason, Simon doesn't object. Doesn't even stand up. Just sort of stays there, sways a little in place. Got white satin coverin' his round little ass, frilly lace around the edges, all smooth and sleek and slinky. Yeah, that's a good word. Slinky.
"I always thought it's my mouth you wanted," Simon remarks. The words take some time to sink in, but when they do, Jayne groans. Yeah, he always wanted that pretty mouth around his cock, whether Simon would be wearin' one of his suits or nothin' at all, but he never thought about something like this. Now he's got himself a problem. Simon on his knees, sucking his cock while he holds on to them pigtails? Or Simon still bent over the crate, and pounding into his little ass while the lace slides down his smooth, long legs? Jayne can't decide. He's also not sure if Simon's legs really are that smooth or just look it, so he runs his hands down the doc's thighs. And then up them again. And then down again. And then he fondles Simon's ass, just to make sure it's as firm under the satin as it looks. Yep, it is.
"Mouth," Jayne says very carefully, making sure he's saying all the words right, "later."
After having established his intents, he slips his fingers under the panties. High class, like Inara would probably have, makes sense Simon got a pair of those and not some cheap stuff, although since Simon doesn't make money off his nethers, maybe the thought process Jayne started with got lost on the way. All that's left is sensation; legs not so smooth, ass muscular like he's been workin' out, tight an' inviting. Jayne, bein' a polite boy an' all, goes with that invite, slips his thumb against Simon's hole. Little slut spreads his legs, movin' his ass right in front of Jayne's parts, so Jayne spanks him, just one open-hand slap to make him stop wrigglin' like that. Only it doesn't quite work. Just makes him wriggle more. So Jayne does the next logical thing, slides down on his knees, hands going down Simon's legs once more, and presses his face against Simon's warm skin.
When he licks at it, it twitches, and Simon moans real loud, sound echoing off metal walls in the large open room. A thought occurs to Jayne.
"Ever had that done to you?" he asks.
Simon chuckles. "What do you think?"
Jayne licks again, and again, then bites on one round cheek, then lets the tip of his tongue slip into Simon's body. He's gettin' all sorts of interesting noises in return. And more wiggling.
"I think that's a pretty little virgin ass," Jayne feels smug, "an' I think you're gonna like what I'm'na do to you."
That's the last thing he says for a long while, focusing on the not-talking bit, which is the bit he's better at. He's driving Simon crazy, but in the good way for a change, the way of lust and keening and pushin' back to Jayne's tongue. And then on his fingers, bucking wild and panting. And saying "Yes Jayne" and "Fuck me Jayne" a lot. Jayne spanks him one again, jus' to see what it does. Apparently it makes Simon stop talking for about ten seconds, and then he starts beggin'.
"Pretty little doc wants it up the ass," Jayne gets on his feet, grinning. "Not so condescending anymore, are ya."
Simon turns to him and smirks. "Maybe I was wrong. You can be trained," he says. Jayne wants to huff all offended, but he's distracted by the tasty. He'll growl about this later. Meantime, he wants to fuck.
Simon's all nice and loose, wet with spit, and Jayne pushes into him, holding onto a plaid-covered waist. It's still tight inside, but Simon lets him in, pushes back like he's got more experience at this than Jayne'd guessed. Jayne likes that. He starts to move.
"What's with the clothes," he asks, trying to distract himself from coming when Simon spreads his legs wider, hampered only by the panties at his ankles. The slutty schoolgirl thing looks powerful naughty on a grown man, even if it is pretty Doc.
"Don't you like it, Jayne?" Simon asks, and pushes back hard. Jayne groans and fucks him faster. Simon says it again, and again, with every thrust. "Don't you like it, Jayne? Don't you want it, Jayne?"
Jayne grunts and pushes harder into Simon, feeling the man tighten around his cock. He reaches forward, grabbin' onto Simon's pigtailed hair. He's ruttin' close.
"Don't you want it, Jayne? Don't you want to fuck me, Jayne? Jayne?"
He wakes with a roar, white pleasure in his brain that turns into wet sticky mess on his blanket. He opens his eyes.
"Jayne?"
Voice from the outside, warped by metal walls. Simon.
"Jayne?" and then to someone else, "The big idiot's probably drunk himself stupid. He's not answering. Do we really need him for this?"
"Just get him here," Mal says, and there are footsteps hurrying away. Jayne sits up gingerly. Outside, Simon's getting impatient.
"Jayne!"
[end]
*******
Melle said, Simon in pigtails, and possibly a schoolgirl uniform, and um. I'll be in my bunk. So it's her fault, for a change, that I put a poor man in a short skirt yet again. Not mine.
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: Jayne, Simon
Summary: Jayne chases skirts. Slash.
Rating: Adult like buttsex
Fault:
bubosquaredJayne walks into the cargo bay, bored, and immediately gets unbored. There's a mighty fine piece of ass there in what looks like the skirt on one of them schoolgirls on one of the core planets, and the skirt rides up because the person's looking in some of the crates. Nothing in 'em but apples, kept in cooling to fence on the smaller, poorer moons, so Jayne don't mind about the ass and long smooth legs helping themselves to some of the loot. He's also surprisingly not bothered by the existence of said ass and legs on the ship while they're in deep space, even knowin' it ain't Kaylee or River or Inara or - heh - Zoe, 'cause none of 'em has that sort of skirt, and they're all asleep anyway. Everyone's asleep. It's just him and the legs, which now stand upright - skirt covers more, which is disappointing, but it gives Jayne a chance to see a back in a white fancy dress shirt, and a head of dark hair in pigtails. Makes him smile, the pigtails, makes the whole not-innocent thing look cuter. Whoever this is, she ain't innocent, not with the skirt that short. Hell, must cover less than two inches of thigh anyway. Jayne's still studying the legs very attentively, especially where they meet the skirt, and when the lady turns he doesn't bother to look up if no one's gonna make him.
"Uhm." The cough says he's busted, so Jayne looks a little bit higher up. He's focusing on the chest, 'cause that's usually a good part to be starin' at, only there ain't nothin' there. Well, obviously, not an invisible chest or nothin', just flat fancy white shirt buttoned all the way up, all stiff in a proper tie an' all, wide shoulders and no boobs. He stares some more, tryin' to figure it out. Then he gives up, looks up, finds the face.
"Hey Simon."
"Hey Jayne."
Doesn't strike him as all that odd that Simon would be wearing this, wanderin' the halls in the middle of their night, lookin' for apples. Seems perfectly in place. Jayne looks down again.
"Nice legs."
"Thank you."
"Nice ass, too." He expects some sort of fuming or some remark 'bout his heritage, genetic makeup and all-out behavior, but Simon just looks coy. Kinda like he does with Kaylee some times. Then he bites on the apple and stares directly at Jayne and suddenly he don't look so coy anymore. He runs a hand on the little skirt, smoothing it, and Jayne gulps.
"Hungry?" Simon says all amicable, and Jayne nods dumbly. "Let me get you one too."
Very deliberately, like some extra-expensive classy whore, Simon turns and bends into the crate again, slow-like, maybe searchin' for that apple or maybe just playin' with Jayne's mind. Jayne isn't sure. He's pretty sure that when the air left his lips it made some funny little noise. He's not a hundred percent sure on that neither, because he's way too busy looking at the legs going on tiptoes even though they don't need to, and the skirt rides up almost to where Jayne gets really interested in, but not quite. Plaid covers just - right - just - so - Jayne takes another step and helps himself - helps the skirt go that one more inch up, and one more, until he's got it flipped over Simon's back. For some reason, Simon doesn't object. Doesn't even stand up. Just sort of stays there, sways a little in place. Got white satin coverin' his round little ass, frilly lace around the edges, all smooth and sleek and slinky. Yeah, that's a good word. Slinky.
"I always thought it's my mouth you wanted," Simon remarks. The words take some time to sink in, but when they do, Jayne groans. Yeah, he always wanted that pretty mouth around his cock, whether Simon would be wearin' one of his suits or nothin' at all, but he never thought about something like this. Now he's got himself a problem. Simon on his knees, sucking his cock while he holds on to them pigtails? Or Simon still bent over the crate, and pounding into his little ass while the lace slides down his smooth, long legs? Jayne can't decide. He's also not sure if Simon's legs really are that smooth or just look it, so he runs his hands down the doc's thighs. And then up them again. And then down again. And then he fondles Simon's ass, just to make sure it's as firm under the satin as it looks. Yep, it is.
"Mouth," Jayne says very carefully, making sure he's saying all the words right, "later."
After having established his intents, he slips his fingers under the panties. High class, like Inara would probably have, makes sense Simon got a pair of those and not some cheap stuff, although since Simon doesn't make money off his nethers, maybe the thought process Jayne started with got lost on the way. All that's left is sensation; legs not so smooth, ass muscular like he's been workin' out, tight an' inviting. Jayne, bein' a polite boy an' all, goes with that invite, slips his thumb against Simon's hole. Little slut spreads his legs, movin' his ass right in front of Jayne's parts, so Jayne spanks him, just one open-hand slap to make him stop wrigglin' like that. Only it doesn't quite work. Just makes him wriggle more. So Jayne does the next logical thing, slides down on his knees, hands going down Simon's legs once more, and presses his face against Simon's warm skin.
When he licks at it, it twitches, and Simon moans real loud, sound echoing off metal walls in the large open room. A thought occurs to Jayne.
"Ever had that done to you?" he asks.
Simon chuckles. "What do you think?"
Jayne licks again, and again, then bites on one round cheek, then lets the tip of his tongue slip into Simon's body. He's gettin' all sorts of interesting noises in return. And more wiggling.
"I think that's a pretty little virgin ass," Jayne feels smug, "an' I think you're gonna like what I'm'na do to you."
That's the last thing he says for a long while, focusing on the not-talking bit, which is the bit he's better at. He's driving Simon crazy, but in the good way for a change, the way of lust and keening and pushin' back to Jayne's tongue. And then on his fingers, bucking wild and panting. And saying "Yes Jayne" and "Fuck me Jayne" a lot. Jayne spanks him one again, jus' to see what it does. Apparently it makes Simon stop talking for about ten seconds, and then he starts beggin'.
"Pretty little doc wants it up the ass," Jayne gets on his feet, grinning. "Not so condescending anymore, are ya."
Simon turns to him and smirks. "Maybe I was wrong. You can be trained," he says. Jayne wants to huff all offended, but he's distracted by the tasty. He'll growl about this later. Meantime, he wants to fuck.
Simon's all nice and loose, wet with spit, and Jayne pushes into him, holding onto a plaid-covered waist. It's still tight inside, but Simon lets him in, pushes back like he's got more experience at this than Jayne'd guessed. Jayne likes that. He starts to move.
"What's with the clothes," he asks, trying to distract himself from coming when Simon spreads his legs wider, hampered only by the panties at his ankles. The slutty schoolgirl thing looks powerful naughty on a grown man, even if it is pretty Doc.
"Don't you like it, Jayne?" Simon asks, and pushes back hard. Jayne groans and fucks him faster. Simon says it again, and again, with every thrust. "Don't you like it, Jayne? Don't you want it, Jayne?"
Jayne grunts and pushes harder into Simon, feeling the man tighten around his cock. He reaches forward, grabbin' onto Simon's pigtailed hair. He's ruttin' close.
"Don't you want it, Jayne? Don't you want to fuck me, Jayne? Jayne?"
He wakes with a roar, white pleasure in his brain that turns into wet sticky mess on his blanket. He opens his eyes.
"Jayne?"
Voice from the outside, warped by metal walls. Simon.
"Jayne?" and then to someone else, "The big idiot's probably drunk himself stupid. He's not answering. Do we really need him for this?"
"Just get him here," Mal says, and there are footsteps hurrying away. Jayne sits up gingerly. Outside, Simon's getting impatient.
"Jayne!"
[end]
*******
Melle said, Simon in pigtails, and possibly a schoolgirl uniform, and um. I'll be in my bunk. So it's her fault, for a change, that I put a poor man in a short skirt yet again. Not mine.
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Date: 2006-01-28 10:05 pm (UTC)