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Title: Threesomes
Fandom: Firefly
"Pairings": Zoe/Kaylee/Wash, Zoe/Jayne/Wash
Quote: "Sex between a man and a woman can be wonderful, provided you can get between the right man and the right woman." ~ Woody Allen
Choice: Adam asks: So, Wash/Kaylee/Zoe, or Wash/Jayne/Zoe...? - Mary answers: Both?


( two drabbles, zero point )

Title: Rough Play
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: Mal, Jayne
Challenge: Firsts; from caia_comica, "Mal, Jayne, first blood"

( under cut )

Okay, are you aware of this?

Adam Baldwin ... Clark Kent/Superman
James Marsters ... Lex Luthor

One 600x800 "poster":

( Jayne! The man they call... Jayne! )

Plus a few icons; not all, by far:

( We go back, way back. )

Title: Fifty Bits of Jayne Cobb
Fandom: Firefly
Character: Jayne Cobb
Theme set: Beta
Disclaimer: Joss rules my world
Rating: Same as show, I'd suspect
For the 1character community.

( 50 sentences of Jayne Cobb )

Title: Subtle
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]

Title: Classy
Fandom: Firefly, Highlander
Characters: Jayne, Amanda
Summary: "Jayne meeting Amanda" as per Calime's request



She was probably a companion, Jayne surmised when he first met Amanda, and she was probably way out of his league. Something about her smile, and the way she walked, and of course the fact she wasn't covered in mud, dirt and cow shit like most of the population on this moon. That sort of made it obvious. Jayne gazed longingly at her bright red lips and imagined things.

He couldn't believe his luck when she decided to use the Serenity to get off that godforsaken rock, and even bothered to clean up nice for her, but she seemed to ignore him, choosing instead to flirt with Mal every chance she got. Rest of the time she just huddled with Inara in dark corners, like two clouds of sweet perfume and shiny fabrics comin' together in the black. Jayne sighed, hoped they'd find less complicated whores next time, and went to his bunk.

[]

Title: Go Bump
Fandoms: BtVS/Ats, Firefly.
Characters: Angel, Jayne


Angel moans, arches under the weight on him. He bites his lower lip so hard a drop of blood appears. His face changes, but only for a heartbeat. It changes back before the man on top of him notices.

Eyes closed, Jayne labors away, fucking the man in black hard. He's sweating, overheated, but the body under him is cool, smooth, as if untouched. 'Cept the quivering, shaking muscles, an' the groans with each sharp thrust, and the dark red cock pulsing, pushing against his belly.

Angel clutches at Jayne's shoulders, fingers digging into flesh, leaving red marks behind. Coarse hair is rubbing against his own smooth chest. The human is exhaling on the side of his throat, warm puffs of air rhythmic against his skin. It's driving him crazy.

Random meeting of strangers; sex with no strings, no talk, no guilt. No money changing hands. Just two powerful beings testing muscles against each other, sharing a night of hot, wordless passion. Kisses that leave Jayne's face red with friction. When Angel comes, he howls.

Morning comes, and Jayne looks in the mirror, rubbing his chin with one hand while pissing in the sink. His one-night guest is gone, not a sign of him left but raw skin in some places. He thinks, time to grow a beard. I'll look ruttin' good with a beard.

[end]

( Note & fault )

This is a panel off the Firefly/Serenity comics. It's out of context. I like it that way. Not that I don't like all the other panels that lived next to it.

( But I'm amused. )