Stage 2:
"Daddy like."
While laying back, Simon smiled as he was held securely. He looked up and around, "tell me again why we must always do this in the engine room."
"Well what hell's wrong with the engine room? It's good and sturdy."
Simon considered it, "at least it's not the kitchen anymore. Honestly, that was very unsettling."
Jayne wore a peaceful smile as he held Simon tighter. "But gotta say one thing," he fought back the chuckle, "you really did put up a fight that time."
Simon smiled in content and tried to think of the best way to word what was to say next.
"Jayne?"
The tone caused Jayne's brow to narrowed, "yeah, go."
With a sigh, Simon stood and as anticipated, he looked back to Jayne to see that he was looking away.
"Why," Simon frowned as he found his trousers, "why is it you never look at me when I'm getting dressed?"
Jayne leaned back and folded his arms, still watching the ground, "I don't know what you mean."
"Like right now." Simon's tone was accusing, "right now, you won't even look at me."
"Sure I do."
"Then do it."
The broad shoulders rose then fell, "that's ok. I see you plenty."
Simon tried to smile, "come on. I promise not to frighten you."
Jayne watched the ground and his tone was bitter, "doc, I swear, if I look at you and you're holding your dick at me or something, I'll clock you one."
He was watched for sometime before Simon finished dressing and made the hurried attempt to tie his tie as he made his way to the exit.
When his arm was held, he was taken by surprise, but calmed when Jayne's naked body pressed against his own.
The gruff voice was almost apologetic. "Doc, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that."
With a miserable nod, Simon broke the hold, "I have to go. River'll be awake soon."
The name was something he made a habit not to mention but he wanted to test his theory. Sure enough, as he turned to Jayne, he saw that glare that always seemed to form when the 'BR' word was uttered.
Jayne stood, naked and uncaring of the fact and the sight of him caused Simon to smile before he made his way down the hall.
After watching him go, Jayne sighed and was about to turn for his clothes when he heard the sharp scream.
Kaylee calmed then wore an expression that reflected her disgust, "WHAT are you doing?"
"What?" Jayne shrugged daintily as he picked up his pants, "I just had a shower. I air dry. What's wrong with that?"
She stepped into the room and her scowl of appal increased, "well what's wrong with doing it in your own room?"
Jayne finished buttoning his pants miserably, "well this is warmer."
"What," she elevated her right foot, "did I just step in?"
Trying hard to mask the guilt from his own voice, Jayne coughed, "some–some gum, I'd reckon."
"OK. You don't step foot in that there engine room." Mal's glare was stern, "EVER."
Jayne shrugged at a loss, "fine, but I wasn't doing nothin'."
Wash was finding it hard to eat as he continued to raise then lower his spoon. "How--how many different room has he been alone in," he lowered his spoon again with a miserable grimace, "exactly?"
Mal focused on Simon who was sitting at the head of the table. "Doc, you keep an eye on him."
After he received the weak and uncertain nod, Mal sat and tried to regain his appetite.
"Right, like them having you watch me is going to keep me out of trouble."
Simon looked up and around the cramped tunnel-like area. "Why are you we in the engine room again?"
"'BCause," Jayne was slow in his pace as he undid Simon's tie with care, "when somebody tells me I ain't allowed to go somewheres, I'm gonna go there."
With a small smirk, Simon watched the concerned expression, then the meticulous hands by his own collar. "Then maybe you should stop."
Jayne paused and their blue eyes met, "what? Why?"
"Because." Simon smiled, "I'm not giving you permission to come here."
While chuckling, Jayne went back to his task. His pace was slow as he laid the tie to the right, then began on the buttons.
"And the worst part. . . ."
Feeling the soft bite on his neck, Simon elevated his chin and closed his eyes, "worst part?"
"It was yours." Jayne finally pushed the white shirt from Simon's shoulders and pinched both nipples playfully. "Mine was in you, so it was yours on the ground."
With his eyes closed, Simon leaned back. The area was so cramped that his head was touching the ceiling, while Jayne on the other hand, was forced to hunch over somewhat.
Feeling the soft kisses along his neck, he swallowed hard and exhaled when his ear was sucked softly.
While panting, Jayne paused and exhaled by Simon's left ear, "do you like that?"
He was given a weak nod and scooted closer. Simon's arms were still tangled in the shirt as they were brought up against the wall. It was when he was about to take the shirt off that his arms were held in place and the kisses by his neck continued.
Jayne's guff voice alone caused him to ache. "What else do you like?"
He finally opened his eyes, "what?"
"Do you like." Jayne kissed Simon's left shoulder softly, "you get so worked up over some kisses. So I reckon there's more you take a liking to." He was still fully clothed and pressed his left cheek against Simon's, "I wanna hear what you like. Tell me what you like."
After closing his eyes again, Simon exhaled, "I'd show you but my hands are bound."
"Yeah, but that ain't telling."
Simon felt his face reddened, "it's embarrassing."
When Jayne paused then leaned back to watch him, Simon found interest in the ground.
"What you got to be embarrassed 'Bbout?" There was no response to Jayne's question and he smiled.
A short time later, Jayne glanced Simon, who was naked, knees to his chest, and hands over his head. Jayne found himself working harder to take his own shirt off.
With his eyes closed, Simon felt his own anticipation rise as he heard the boots land, first one then the other, after Jayne hurried to take them off.
He was sure it was a sight to see, and opened his eyes in the weak attempt to witness it.
Jayne paused in unbuttoning his trousers and almost growled, "what are you looking at?"
After closing his eyes again, Simon sighed, "nothing." He felt the naked flesh against his own when Jayne sat before him. "You know, we are actually somewhat strange."
While looking Simon's body over, Jayne reached down to massage his own erection gently. "What?" He barely regarded him, "how?"
"With everything." Feeling his own legs jarred, Simon fought to keep them closed and tried not to smile when they were spread forcefully. "For example, when we're naked, you won't look at me. When I'm aroused, you want to. When you're aroused, you don't want me to look you instead. And I'm not sure as to why. If you feel insecure at all about your size--."
"I don't." Jayne's eyes explored the reddened body with care. "I just like looking at you." He ran his right hand down the lightly tanned torso. After Simon's knees were brought together again, he heard the soft coo. "I like look at ya. I like that I'm violating something so pure as you." When Simon flinched, Jayne jarred Simon's knees once again and smiled when he saw his own index finger penetrate the tight pucker then withdraw again slowly. "I like seeing you blush, knowing that you like this, knowing you're embarrassed to fancy it. Knowing I make you turn red like this. I just like seeing that. That's what I like."
A soft kiss was placed on each of Simon's knees and when his right nipple was pinched, he finally reached down to handle himself helplessly.
He did not see the disapproving expression on Jayne's face but froze when his hands were held. He sighed. "Why won't you ever let me do this?"
Simon's hands were released then brushed apart. "Because I want to."
"Fine." Simon felt his own breathing quicken, "do you want to know what I like? What I would like?" He open his eyes and focused on Jayne helplessly, "I would like to see you do this alone. For yourself. I would like to be able to see you erect for more than two seconds. I would LIKE," he exhaled and tried to calm his own breathing, then closed his eyes, "I would like to look at your face when you climax. That's what I would like."
There was only silence until Jayne spoke. "You really wanna see something like that doc?"
After bitting his bottom lip, Simon nodded and exhaled, "and I'd like it if you called me Simon when we're making love."
"Love?" Jayne's brow narrowed, "what's love when it comes to this? We're just screwing. There ain't no love in it."
At first at a loss for words, Simon struggled to speak then gave up. "Fine." He shrugged miserably, "then why don't we ever just choose a normal place, like a bedroom or something. You know," his discomfort was clear as he folded his arms, "like normal lovers--."
"Again with the love." Jayne fought back the chuckle, "we ain't lovers. There ain't no love."
Feeling his own face redden, Simon gritted his teeth, "fine. If we are just fuck buddies--."
"Ah come on." Jayne's annoyance was clear, "now you're just dirtying it."
Simon's jaw dropped in appal. After some time, he managed to close his eyes then open them again. "Actually. I'm going to go."
Jayne leaned back against the wall as Simon gathered his things then tried to crawl out. His tone was sympathetic.
"We both know," Jayne didn't look to see, but knew that Simon paused in his retreat, "we won't get this chance again for another week. I don't know about you," he opened his blue eyes and looked to his left. The sight of Simon still on his hands and knees, ready to crawl out, with his clothes in hand, caused him to frown, "but I don't like the idea of us having no time." Simon was still and Jayne went on his hands and knees and crawled towards him. "You know we never get no chances to do this proper."
"Proper?" Simon looked back to him, "what's 'proper' about this?"
At first with no intention of answering, Jayne sighed then gave in. "Fine. Please don't go." Seeing Simon groan then crawl away, Jayne closed his eyes, "alright. I'll jack off in front of ya. Just don't go." He didn't see Simon pause, "just not when we have to wait a whole week." Although it did take some manpower for Simon to turn around, Jayne managed a half smile when he felt the kiss. "But only me." His blue eyes opened to regard Simon slowly, "I don't wanna see you doing this. Alright?"
Simon fought back the smile. "Anything you say." He paused in suspicion, "I get to watch all the way to the end?"
The sigh was soft as Jayne nodded, "yeah."
Simon waited patiently with a smile. His smile faded little by little. "Is something wrong?"
"Well I can't." Jayne's helpless eyes met his. "I can't when you just stare at me like that."
"I see." Simon considered it then smiled, "I know just the thing." When Jayne smiled and reached for him, he leaned away. "Time."
Jayne's brow narrowed, "what?"
"Time. It is only a matter of time." Simon's tone was confident, "if you don't ejaculate for one whole week then you will certainly have no trouble with gaining an erection."
At first not believing his ears, Jayne leaned forward, "are you trying to say. . . ."
"That you," Simon smiled, "are not going to do anything for one whole week. Since you already waited a few days, you should be ready and willing next time."
He was watched in awe and doubt, "yeah right." Jayne huffed bitterly, "I swear to you doc, you leave me like this tonight and by tomorrow, I'm helping myself."
Simon did not have a response at first then sighed as he gathered his things. "Good night Jayne."
While watching him go, Jayne closed his eyes, "doc wait--."
"Good night Jayne."
Hearing the vent door close, Jayne sighed in defeat then leaned back. "Dammit."
After some time, he kicked the wall in anger and he heard the concerned voice. "Hello?"
Kaylee stepped away from the air vent and spoke with caution.
"Is somebody in there?"
Within the cramped area, Jayne gritted his teeth then swore under his breath, determined to stay as still as he possibly could until she left.