Stage 4.
Simon's small grin was almost mocking and Jayne paused to take note of it. When it quickly vanished, he went back to his previous task.
Looking in the mirror at his own reflection. The bristles from the brush would appear painful when they came in contact with actual hair, and though Simon was sure they were, he couldn't help but smile as Jayne raised his chin and seemed to comb his beard into place.
After sighing, Jayne lowered the brush and turned to the left, to look at the grin, "what ya looking at me for?"
"Oh nothing." Simon nodded to the mirror, "what are you doing?"
Jayne flashed his teeth then patted his face gently. "What you mean?"
"I mean," Simon fought back the smile, "you look like you're going on a date."
"Nope."
The smile faded, "then why are you 'grooming' yourself."
"You'll see."
As Jayne took off his shirt and inspected his right shoulder, Simon's smile was non existent.
The bite mark caused Jayne to nod, "she's got good teeth at least."
Simon shrugged, "you shouldn't make fun of her like that. I'm surprised she didn't do more than bite you."
His doleful tone was noticed and Jayne turned to him, "what's gotten into you? One minute you're grinning like a fool, next, you're acting like someone just killed your pet bunny."
At first about to respond, Simon paused then analyzed the words, "pet bunny?"
"You know what I mean."
"It's nothing at all." Simon turned and made his way back to bed. "You're about as affectionate as a pistol."
The brush was lowered before it was brought to Jayne's beard again. After a short moment, Jayne went back to brushing his chin off.
"This about the whole dinner thing?"
Simon sat back in bed and allowed his head to strike the wall as he leaned back. "Of course not."
"I don't get it dexter. I mean," after patting his chin, Jayne watched his reflection with pride. "You make a big deal 'bout some crappy meal that costs a fortune. For what?"
"Why are you calling me dexter all of a sudden?"
After turning to him, Jayne smiled and allowed his pants to fall. "Don't know. You want me to keep calling you doc?"
The blue eyes were solemn, "I want you to call me Simon."
"Simon." Jayne crawled into bed and flopped forward. "Alright Simon."
Simon smiled as best he could when he felt the kiss on his shoulder. The tender voice by his right ear caused him to close his eyes.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Simon brought his knees to his chest, "I'm just remembering that night. I think it started then." His frowned deepened, "all because of that damn beard."
Simon laid, assuming the usual position, hands crossed over his eyes. With each kiss that ran down his torso, he exhaled again softly, well aware that they would continue until he was completely erect.
With the lean body against his own, he didn't disappoint and couldn't help but smile somewhat as he felt the playful teeth along his stomach.
Each second the kisses went lower, and when he felt Jayne's cheek against his own stiff tool, he couldn't help it anymore.
At the hysterical laughter, Jayne sat up and tried to mask his disappointment.
"It still bothers you?"
"I'm sorry." Simon tried to calm himself, "it just tickles, I'm sorry."
After sitting up, Jayne rubbed his gruff beard miserably and shook his head. "Guess I didn't brush it enough."
Simon wore a sincere smile as he knelt up and hugged Jayne. Due to the fact that Jayne sat with his feet on the ground, the hug was somewhat awkward.
"Well, we don't have to do that."
Jayne focused on him in confusion, "but I--." He gave up, "forget it." After gathering the sheets, he laid miserably, "it ain't no fun if you keep laughing out like that. You make me feel stupid."
"And then--."
"I don't want to hear it anymore. I know it all."
"Oh." Simon allowed his body to relax as he turned to the patient blue eyes. "There's something I want. I know we've . . . I just wanted to say that I really appreciate your patience." The smile was followed by a slight bow, "and, there is one thing that I wanted."
The smile was daunting and Jayne almost turned with his back to Simon as the hungry expression became uncomfortable.
"I can't do this when you look at me like that."
Simon closed his eyes and soft huffs that grew into heavy breathing, as Jayne stimulated himself slowly, caused the smile to grow regardless. The very exhales seemed to echo and Simon could imagine as the careful hand took it's time to trace the full length of Jayne's cock.
Jayne's hands seemed huge in comparison to his own and he was always so surprised at how slow they traveled no matter where they journeyed.
Though he did not watch Jayne, Jayne did watch him, and though he thought he was rather calm, he failed to see as his own chest rose then fell so quickly that one would assume it was he that felt the strokes, and not Jayne.
He could imagine that it was, and only realized that he tried to follow suit when he felt his hand brushed aside.
Simon's legs were spread and he almost fell back when he was yanked forward so quickly. When he was instructed to wrap his legs around Jayne's waist, he did so and hugged the rugged man as best he could.
Feeling the large hand take hold of his erection instead, he waited then exhaled when Jayne brought their throbbing penises together, stroking them with care.
Jayne flinched when he felt the kiss on his cheek but turned in time to receive the third kiss slowly. The kisses deepened, one after the other, and Simon fought to get the chance to help the process along as he reached between them once more.
His hand was boxed aside yet again and he gave up when Jayne broke the kiss. The next kisses were planted along Simon's neck and Simon never thought that someone stroking his belly button could drive him as crazy as it did at that very moment.
He hated the torture. He loved it, but hated it far more. Someone giving him the hardest erection he's ever had, and never letting him do anything about it. So when he pushed Jayne back, he had every intention of finishing the job alone.
When Jayne caught hold of his hand yet again, he tried to break free and was grabbed so quickly that Jayne's hard body made connection with his own.
Both of his hands were held and he saw the serious expression that almost seemed to sneer at him.
"Do it, and I ain't doing this again, I mean it."
Simon's face contorted into such a frown that anyone to see it would assume he was to cry.
He fought to give a response then gave up, well aware that interruption of 'anything Jayne finds embarrassing, so you're going to have to pay' would lead to intermission.
Their posture hadn't changed and he assumed that their breathing would calm. As they stared at each other, it only seemed to rise and Simon took a deep breath before he was able to speak.
"Please." The helpless tone was something neither of them expected and he tried to wiggle free from Jayne's grip pitifully. "Please let me go."
It was a familiar scowl that Simon knew well, and it reflected Jayne's confusion. "Please what? I ain't doing nothing."
Simon tried to break their hold again, "then do something!" His own hurt was clear, "please Jayne, just do something."
At first about to lean in for a kiss, Jayne paused then released his hold. "That's enough for tonight." He saw Simon's eyes widen in horror with each word. "Let's just--."
"You bastard." Simon gaped in awe, "you–you asshole. You're trying to get back at me--." When Jayne grabbed for him again, Simon dodged the grip and there was a quick struggle as he tried to scramble to the ground.
Jayne caught the first fist and almost choked when he was kneed in the stomach, the wind knocked him. His tone was warning as he fought to hold Simon down. "Simon. . . ."
Simon froze and focused on the calm blue eyes slowly only to realize why he couldn't fully focus. He never understood how he'd get into those arm holds, and that moment, that's how he felt. His hands were pinned above his head and he felt Jayne's knee on his stomach.
He felt helpless. Just like when they had sex, he just felt helpless. He'd even have to ask permission to masturbate.
The very idea caused his face to redden and he quickly forgot why his eyes stung so, or why his cheeks were moist. When he tried to move, the grip on his arms tightened and Jayne simply watched him with caution.
"If you keep doing that," Jayne tried to reason, "it's gonna hurt ya."
"You already hurt me." Simon fought to calm his own breathing. "Masturbating in front of me embarrasses you, so you make sure I can't en--."
When he paused suddenly, Jayne nodded, "go on shrink. Tell me 'bout me." Jayne tightened his hold bitterly, "tell me every little thing 'bout how this dumb mind of mine works."
"Is that it?" Simon's eyes searched his for understanding, "this is what it's all about? About controlling me."
"I do control you." When Simon struggled, Jayne pressed him down again, "right now." His tone was filled with understanding, "I can do whatever I want. But what's the point?" He glanced to Simon's groin and his annoyance and near disgust was clear at the sight of the slight arousal, "you love having me like this."
Simon gritted his teeth, "get off me Jayne." When he was only watched in defiance, he gave in, "it's not that I like this. I can't help it if you won't let me ejaculate." The wooden expression was unbending and Simon fought back his hurt and upset, "please," his voice grew soft, "please get off me."
Jayne's cold frown never faded, "or what?" When Simon turned his head to the left and tried to calm his own upset, Jayne's features softened. Jayne fought to speak then sighed as he leaned close and nuzzled Simon's chin. "Stop it, I'm sorry."
The words were broken but bitter, "you're always sorry. Let me go." When he felt the kiss, he almost made him sick. "Let me go."
Just as Jayne released his hold on Simon's hands, Simon tried to flee and was forced to cry out again when he was brought back into his previous hold.
He dodged each kiss and tried to mask his revulsion as the smooches traveled down his chest. With each slight struggle, the grip grew tighter and Simon felt the tears soak his cheeks.
"Jayne you're hurting me. Please. . . ."
The fact that Jayne stroked his own penis in anticipation, was unknown to Simon but he was forced to scream in agony when he was penetrated slowly.
With each slight thrust, he fought to escape and gave up when the thrusts grew steady. Jayne's gruff voice was almost apologetic but echoed by his ear.
"I'm sorry. It weren't my intention to make you cry. You know that." Jayne released his hold and ran his hands down Simon's body as his thrusts calmed, they were almost loving, "you know how I feel about you." When Simon finally looked to him in confusion, he shrugged and actually found himself pausing. "I look up to you a lot. It's hard for me to sit here playing with myself. I can't do that for nobody. I try my best for you though." He shrugged in discomfort, "and when you do it for yourself, I feel like you don't need nothing from me. I just want to touch you." His face actually reddened as he exhaled softly, "and I want you to touch me." When his face was crimson completely, he found interest in Simon's stomach. "I don't want you to touch yourself. You never want to touch me. You just want me to touch you, I just . . ," he swallowed hard and confessed, "I get jealous."
Simon sniff softly and was still trying to digest the word, "of me masturbating?" He wasn't given a response and after silence that seemed to go on forever, he exhaled, "where should I touch you?"
Jayne focused on him finally and whispered, "promise we won't talk about it again." At the sight of the nod, Jayne leaned close and spoke by Simon's left ear.
As the thrusts began yet again and grew steady. Simon stared into space and did not care as Jayne handled him as well. With each parting of Jayne's lips and the confessions that slipped past, he felt himself go weak and arched back as he climaxed so suddenly that it surprised him. Jayne leaned close and never stopped in his stern pace.
When Simon's hands finally came up to hold his face, Jayne stared into the helpless blue eyes and whispered so softly that his words were inaudible.
After he closed his eyes, he felt his ears held as he exploded into Simon sternly, each thrust slow but hard.
"What'd he say?"
Simon seemed to wake, "huh? Oh," feeling himself turn red, he was forced to hold his stomach. "Nothing--just. . . ."
He was watched in envy, "just enough to make you hard every time you talk about it?"
"I know he said I love you. I know it."
Wash's brow narrowed as he focused on Jayne again, "thinking of cutting it?"
Jayne seemed to wake, "what?"
"Cutting it." The spoonful of food was used to point with, "you thinking of that?"
"No," Jayne lowered his hand and tried to eat, "no, course not."
"Personally," Wash ate with a smile as the room began to fill. "Don't know how you manage with it." He looked around, "where's the doc?"
"Oh," Jayne shrugged, "he's sleeping in. He usually sleeps a lot after--."
He paused suddenly and Wash tried to keep from laughing, "who doesn't," his own disgust was clear, "um, I guess."
"Wh--," Jayne coughed then turned to him fully, "what did you mean?"
"Mean?" Wash shrugged in confusion, "mean by what?"
"With what you said bout my beard."
"Oh." Wash smiled, "it's just that the hair tickles everywhere." He shrugged, "it's just harder with a beard. Once you get into a good relationship, don't know." He grinned, "I used to have a beard." After catching sight of Zoe as she made her way to the table, Wash quickly found interest in his food.
Zoe placed her plate down and sat with a smile. After looking from both Jayne to Wash, she chuckled, "what are you two so quiet for?"
Wash and Jayne traded glances and Jayne quickly stood, "I'll get breakfast later."
It was late when Simon finally awoke and he wore the most peaceful smile as he exited his shuttle.
"He really makes you holler, don't he?"
Simon almost jumped out of his skin but calmed when he turned to see Kaylee ease off the wall.
"Hey."
At first dumb, Simon finally managed to speak, "h–hi."
She had her hands in her pockets as she nodded back to the shuttle door, "came to see you. You overslept long. So I just assumed--."
"Oh." Simon tried to recover, "um, w–well no–it's--."
"And I heard you." When he clammed up and his face reddened, she shrugged, "we never did bring the shuttles up to par entirely. If somebody's trying to contact you, sometimes they can turn the transmission around and listen in."
Simon ran his left hand through his hair as he tried to stay upright. "What?" Her mocking smile caused him to chuckle, "you always get me."
"I know." She smiled, "captain said to brief you on the new mission. So I'll walk you."
"A--actually, I, I was looking for Jayne." He couldn't help but smile, "he–he said a lot of things to me yesterday. I just, wanted to mention them before I lost my nerve."
"Oh." Kaylee smiled, "you look real happy doc."
"Um," Simon fought back the smile when he realized he was wearing a dopy expression. "Oh, well, I–I suppose."
Kaylee almost bounced as she hopped, "so Rive's ok now?"
"Um, y–yes, she's recovered nicely."
Her tone was filled with disappointment, "you ain't paid much attention to her lately."
"I–," Simon gave up, "I suppose not. But I will," he found himself looking past her, "have you seen Jayne? By this time he's usually lumbering around looking for food."
The smile was blinding as Kaylee pointed behind herself, "he's with Inara."
Simon froze, "what? Why?"
"Don't know." The grin grew, "but he's paying."
"And well--." Jayne sighed and placed the paper in Inara's hand. "Right. Can I go on or what?" When she nodded, he scratched his chin miserably, "I just," her eyes were inquisitive and he closed his own and took a deep breath. "I just wanted to know why I do that."
She was half sitting, half laying and she did nothing to mask her confusion, "you tell me."
"Well it's," Jayne found himself watching the ground and confessed. "I like it." He scratched his chin yet again, "I mean, I do, and I don't. I don't like when he cries." At her contemptuous silence, he continued, "I like when I make up for it. I mean, I pick on him, and I know he's gonna break any time, and when he does, I feel so fucking bad but," he allowed his body to droop, "I love making up for it." He figured for paying he may get some response, but sighed. Guess I'd have to pay for that too. He gave up, "you wanna know what gets me?" He finally focused on the dark and uncaring eyes, "that he's better than me. I mean," he relaxed yet again, "that's how I feel. That he's better than me. I ain't got nothing he'd ever want, but it's like, being with me, when he's upset, it's suppose to make him feel better somehow. Like only I can do that." He frowned, "last night I made a big mistake with it. I felt so bad. I–I," the pause was brief but needed, "I said a lot of stuff, a lot of stuff I shouldn't have."
When he said nothing more, Inara sat up slowly, "what do you mean?"
"Just . . . just stuff I know he'd wanna hear."
He failed to see her frown, "did you mean them?"
Jayne focused on her pitifully.
Simon never thought he could miss someone so much. Especially if it was someone he saw every night and most of the day. So when Jayne returned on the ship and walked right past him, he found himself feeling somewhat out of place.
It had been three nights straight that he'd reach his door and was force to turn back when it was locked.
Kaylee opened her door slowly and smiled, "Hi."
While holding up the blanket, Simon shrugged, "locked me out again."
After she stepped aside, he lumbered in and she tried to tidy up. "It's a right shame that captain gave your room to Jayne. Why would he anyhow?"
Simon tried to gather the blanket on the ground, "I don't know. Jayne wanted a gun room or something." After sitting on the floor, he looked up to her, "I really appreciate you allowing me to share your room for the night."
The smile was fought back, "don't worry about it." Though she didn't want to ask, she did so regardless, "and you ain't bunking with River 'cause what?"
"Oh," Simon masked his discomfort by smoothing out the blanket, "when she has bad dreams, she . . . it's just not a good idea for me to be there when she wakes up from them."
"Oh." Kaylee considered it then clapped her hands together, "well. You ain't gotta take the floor."
Simon laid with a smile, "I don't mind. Good night."
Her smile, though shaky, was well executed, "g'night."