Subtle : smut in space
Jul. 2nd, 2006 06:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sparklebutchTitle: Subtle
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Jayne/Mal
Summary: "...Up against any vertical surface."
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Hard to feel anything in the suit - too much padding and air trapped between them - out here in space, Jayne's back's against the metal of Serenity and Mal humping him, face lookin' all wild and tense through the layers of plexiglass in both their helmets. The pressure on Jayne's cock is not nearly enough. It's more like a hint of pressure, like a promise of friction, and Jayne groans in frustration and it's loud and clear on the comm.
"Everyone okay?" Wash asks over the radio. Jayne nods frantically.
Good thing Mal's still got some brain workin', enough to remember they can't be seen, just heard. "We're fine, Wash. Gonna fix this in a minute's time, then we'll float right back in." Words aren't even slurred, but it sounds like Mal is grindin' his teeth while grindin' up against Jayne. Jayne feels a bit better about bein' this stupid.
He bites his lip and stays as quiet as he can while Mal slithers up his body, climbing on the ship's hull and blocking Jayne's view into the black. When he finally stops, it's the crotch part of his space suit that's resting comfortably on Jayne's face, and Jayne feels the solid ship against his back, and his cock's almost burstin', and Mal's right on his face, and it dun't matter that there's all this plastic and suit between them, he can almost smell Mal's cock and his mouth's dry and when Mal humps his helmet one time, Jayne grunts and rolls his eyes back and comes, spurting pent-up tension and lust all over himself.
"Hey, you sure you're okay?"
Jayne manages to grunt something vaguely positive into the speaker and gets the feeling Wash doesn't buy it. He doesn't care either way. Something clicks high up over his head and Mal calls over the transmit comm to tell Wash the job's done and they're on their way in.
"Jayne, you comin'?" he asks, the glint in his eye visible behind the glass. Jayne follows him, cumbersome and floating towards the entrance, and wonders if Mal, too, has a warm wetness spreadin' on the inside of his suit.
[end]
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Jayne/Mal
Summary: "...Up against any vertical surface."
*
Hard to feel anything in the suit - too much padding and air trapped between them - out here in space, Jayne's back's against the metal of Serenity and Mal humping him, face lookin' all wild and tense through the layers of plexiglass in both their helmets. The pressure on Jayne's cock is not nearly enough. It's more like a hint of pressure, like a promise of friction, and Jayne groans in frustration and it's loud and clear on the comm.
"Everyone okay?" Wash asks over the radio. Jayne nods frantically.
Good thing Mal's still got some brain workin', enough to remember they can't be seen, just heard. "We're fine, Wash. Gonna fix this in a minute's time, then we'll float right back in." Words aren't even slurred, but it sounds like Mal is grindin' his teeth while grindin' up against Jayne. Jayne feels a bit better about bein' this stupid.
He bites his lip and stays as quiet as he can while Mal slithers up his body, climbing on the ship's hull and blocking Jayne's view into the black. When he finally stops, it's the crotch part of his space suit that's resting comfortably on Jayne's face, and Jayne feels the solid ship against his back, and his cock's almost burstin', and Mal's right on his face, and it dun't matter that there's all this plastic and suit between them, he can almost smell Mal's cock and his mouth's dry and when Mal humps his helmet one time, Jayne grunts and rolls his eyes back and comes, spurting pent-up tension and lust all over himself.
"Hey, you sure you're okay?"
Jayne manages to grunt something vaguely positive into the speaker and gets the feeling Wash doesn't buy it. He doesn't care either way. Something clicks high up over his head and Mal calls over the transmit comm to tell Wash the job's done and they're on their way in.
"Jayne, you comin'?" he asks, the glint in his eye visible behind the glass. Jayne follows him, cumbersome and floating towards the entrance, and wonders if Mal, too, has a warm wetness spreadin' on the inside of his suit.
[end]
