Urgent

“No Mal, can’t say I have.”

At the sight of Mal’s squint, Jayne sighed.

“Alright. One time.”

A small smile crept across Mal’s face as he laid back on the couch. “That why you hate the doc so much?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Jayne folded his arms and grumbled, “you n’ me had a understandin’. Then he comes along and you turn on me.”

Mal’s tone was urgent, “I didn’t turn on you.” When an accusing right eyebrow rose, Mal sighed. “I don’ know. Reckon it’s hard not keeping them two safe.”

“Safe from what?” Jayne didn’t like the look he was getting. With a sigh, he folded his arms and leaned back. “Well he likes you at least. So you can have your good time.”

“What?” Mal smiled, “you don’t wanna trade him for Vera?”

“Hell no.”

They sat in silence for sometime, as they always managed to do, and Jayne’s brow narrowed.

“It ever get you thinkin’, Mal?”

Half asleep, Mal turned to lay out fully on the couch and placed his feet in Jayne’s lap. “What get me thinkin’?”

“Bout the resta them. Bout just being out here in the black. Got no place to really go. Got nobody waitin’ on us when we get there?”

With a small smile, Mal got comfortable, “I don’t pay you to think Jayne. I pay you to track and shoot.”

“Well I donno.” Jayne pushed Mal’s legs off and stood, “I reckon I’m tireda this.” When Mal opened his eyes to regard him, he shrugged, “tireda you. It ain’t like you ever going nowhere. You ain’t doing nothin’ for nobody but you. S’like we’re your new lil’ army you tryin’ to command.” He shook his head in bewilderment, “you ain’t never gonna make us succeed in doing nothin’.” He eased into a more challenging stance, “think ‘bout it. How long we fittin’ to do these crummy jobs? How long we fittin’ to stay on this rig? Till we all good ‘n dead? Till the Alliance is gone?” His brow narrowed as he was in thought. “Used to be bout the money. Sure, still is bout the money, but we ain’t got mucha that comin’ in. And when we do,” he frowned, “there won’t be nobody waiting for us.”

With a small smirk, Mal took a deep breath and closed his eyes, “I’ll be waiting on ya.”

The sharp scream echoed throughout the haul.

Simon tried to keep Mal down. “Sir, just hold on.”

Jayne watched from a distance and tried to mask his guilt. “Doc, got a minute?”

Politely ignoring him, Simon looked into Mal’s agonized eyes and kept his tone low. “Just relax. The drug’ll take effect soon.” When Mal began to droop, Simon nodded, “that’s it. Just lay back.”

Mal finally fell back and Simon rushed to get him out of his trousers. “What did you do?”

Jayne coughed, “why you gotta sume I did nothing? Sides,” he tried to clear his throat a second time, “found him like that. Reckon he walked into somethin’. Ship’s dark at nights, ya know?”

Simon regarded the reddened groin area and gritted his teeth. “Yeah well,” he sighed, “whatever it was, it will definitely cause him trouble for awhile.” He finally looked back to Jayne who was at the doorway. “He’ll be fine. Why are you still here?”

“Oh um,” Jayne coughed, “n–no reasons. Um. You got a minute?”

After wrinkling his brow slowly, Simon huffed, “for you? No.”

He turned back to the task at hand and Jayne squinted in hate then walked away.

Simon rubbed his own temple as he looked the chart over. With the pen in his right hand, the same hand by his forehead, he scribbled.

“No. That dosage won’t do.” He paused and looked behind himself. It was an eery feeling he got. He often had it when it came to the ship but he left it to his imagination and walked on. Catching sight of Kaylee caused him to smile. “Sorry I’m late.” When she raced past while saying a fleeting hello, Simon turned to watch her go then frowned.

Simon’s pace was slow as he closed his room door then set off on his journey. Three nights now, three nights since he first fumbled into the rec area, half asleep, looking for a familiar aroma. He was smiling for no particular reason and the idea of what the night entailed caused his smile to fade. He had to admit, it was different now, it was so much different now.

His night vision heightened and, seeing the long body laid out on the couch, he found himself smiling yet again. Undressing was the best part. The thought of the strong hands pinching his pale skin, reddening it, caused him to pause before he reached his destination.

It was never once-sided. That he had to admit, and though after the first night of it being so different, he was aware of why it was so different. Deep down, he knew why, but he was always hopeful.

The aroma was there once more. No cologne could ever capture that true musk and he was surprised that it enticed him so. He thought to himself, ‘why is he always dressed?’

With brow wrinkled as he was in thought, he frowned when he came to realize that it wasn’t his unexpected guilty pleasure, but the usual pleasure that he’d become so familiar with. He closed his eyes with a frown, perhaps it wasn’t as new as he thought it was.

The rustle from the couch almost caused him to flee but he stood, heart racing, and watched as the brawny figure sat up and rubbed his eyes. His face was cloaked by the darkness and Simon wanted to turn back.

Though the room was too dark to make anyone out, they both were aware of each other and both remained still. After exhaling, Simon mounted the man closed his eyes when the teeth pierced the right side of his chest, just above his nipple. The fabric of his t-shirt, one worn for bed, proved a poor barrier.

They never kissed. He always took note of that. It wasn’t as if they made the attempt, it never came up. They never kissed, they never spoke, they never made any noise. It was calm usually, sullen, painful, but strong.

Private moment. This was their private moment. It could be anyone on the ship at that instant and he didn’t want to know who. It wasn’t about personality or romance, this person was good for what he needed him for.

As the nails ran pulled and bruised his skin, Simon exhaled in satisfaction. They always undressed themselves. Simon guided the eager mouth to his bare right nipple after he elevated his shirt. The area ached and he wore a small smile when it was kissed apologetically. It was the courses tongue he’d ever felt. It struck upward then circled the tip.

When his nipple was sucked in hunger and the strong hands gripped his ass, pulling him close, pulling him apart, he ran his fingers through the short hair then took hold.

Simon’s hands were guided for him and when they reached the waist of his own pants, he made no protest as they past the woven fabric and reached within. Both hands gripping his nearly smooth groin, Simon, encouraged by the soothing fingers that then rubbed his own from without the pants, followed orders and pushed down on potent member.

He was fully erect in a short time and his hands were parted for him. The tip of his penis was traced from without his trousers and the sharp sensation almost caused him to flinch. The sucking of his chest turned to biting yet again but he was quickly distracted when his erection was held, still guarded by the cloth of his pants, and squeezed slowly.

Several more gnaws followed as the stern teeth traveled from his right to the left side of his neck. The only time he could say that he ever really felt his lower body revealed was when the back of his pants was tugged gently. With his hands running through the short hair slowly as he began to rock on mounting erection he felt beneath him, he calmed when his hands were held yet again.

Three fingers, on his left hand, were greeted with the warm mouth and sucked softly. When they felt the chill of the night air as they were released from the warm and wet prison, Simon almost shivered. He closed his eyes in anticipation and waited. He had to admit, he always liked this part.

His index and ringer finger were lowered and he felt his own middle finger trace the smooth lips. A kiss was planted on his fingertip, then a soft wind appeared as the lips puckered and blew. After the middle finger was taken into the warm mouth again, it was released slowly.

His hands being released suddenly took him by surprise. He was always so used to being guided until the end, but he opened his eyes. Though his smirk was unseen, they were both aware of it and he eased forward then ran his own middle finger between his crack slowly. As he was about to titillate the area, he paused and waited.

How did they always know each other so well. He always wondered and he gave off one of his very few groans when he saw the hand held up to him. After the middle finger was dampened, he felt it enter him in a stern fashion, then pause. With a small smirk, he aided by adding his own finger to himself, almost whimpering when he was pushed into steadily.

With his right hand, he reached below himself to unbutton the pants, liberating the aching muscle guarded by it. He felt the second finger and paused when they stretched him. This was certainly a first. It never went this far before. It had gone this far with his familiar, but not with this new guilty pleasure and he gripped his pleasure’s shoulder in alarm.

It seemed to do no good and he struggled to stand only to find that his waist was held down. When he struggled further, he heard the soft whisper of urgency.

“Please. . . .”

Of course he wanted to say no as the thick knob separated him slowly then pulled away. He wasn’t prepared for this. This wasn’t planned. With his left hand free as well as his right, he held his pleasure’s shoulders in even more worry. The world went red when the potent hard-on inched further then paused. He relaxed when it retreated then tensed as it returned again. Of course the task would be impossible but what he did next surprised him.

He shifted his position slowly, helping the crimson member to inch further. When it eased away yet again, he took a deep breath then pushed down as it pushed forward. With each attempt it went deeper and deeper still and he swore he could imagine as it parted him, slowly, inched further, pulled away, as if asking for an invitation again. Even he was surprised at the somewhat gentle approach, this part was seldom gentle and he cried out when he was pulled to sit so suddenly.

It stung, everything about what they did always stung and he forgot his agony for a moment when he heard the low hiss of gratitude given off. It was slow at first, so slow and the moistening lips parted to allow a soft gasp to escape. He was pulled upward as the tool withdrew from him, then returned slower than the last.

The thick member caused him to close his eyes and the waist of his trousers squeezing against his scrotum was the least of his worries. At the first thrust he could only whimper and though the thought did occur to escape, he instead tried to calm his breathing as the careful pace was soon abandoned and the following lunges were deep and fast. They were slow to execute, but once they began, they did so hard and fast.

A steady pace picked up and he felt covered by blackness and tried to escape. In his hurry, stumbled to the ground and knew his foot made connection with a confused expression. It was hard to even move and he fought to bring his pants up.

His hands were held so suddenly that he had to freeze. He was already on his stomach and they were brought behind his back. Feeling himself spread again, he squirmed to escape and dared not call out.

When he felt the warm and wet mouth kiss his wound softly, he swooned and relaxed. The whole tongue covered his entrance and he opened his eyes when the very tip nearly parted him but tickled him gently. The tongue pushed against him repeatedly, as if trying to take up where that penis left off. The tongue was certainly more favored and he calmed miserably.

He didn’t even mind as the large body rested against his own and he felt the penis part his cheeks yet again. When it entered that time, the stinging sensation, he could not quite figure out if it was painful at all. The thick hard-on seem to pulsate within him and it did not take long at all for the body above his own to twitch.

The world seemed white that time, when his pleasure wheezed and grunted by his ear. Each slow moment that caused climax to near. A small smile of satisfaction and near flattery crept across his face when he felt the final buck before the penis withdrew. The slimy cream ran from his taut hole down past his scrotum and he eased his face from the ground when he felt the same playful tongue, lapping its own juices, cleaning him with care. The tongue traveled from his reddened and throbbing hole down to his swollen nut sac then retreated as the sac was nuzzled then sucked softly.

Hearing the rustle and feeling no one, Simon turned onto his back. He froze in doubt when the pants was tossed onto the ground and he felt the naked lower body. When the body laid back, Simon sat up in confusion.

The pale legs were prominent to him. They were spread, and inviting, and he got to his knees and knelt between them. This confused him, it surprised him, but it confused him and when the stern hands took hold of his still strong erection and pulled him closer, he didn’t resist. He was guided to the warm hole but held just there. Seeing his pleasure stroke himself as his arousal returned, Simon watched on. His own cock was guided to the entrance further with each stroke, then pulled out. It was clear to him that entry was not as desired but the tight ring around his dick that faded then returned again and again at just the tip, caused him to swoon.

It squeezed the head of his cock tight and the slick cream still remained by his own hole. The thought of it caused him to rub his own entrance slowly as he continued to partially enter the man again and again. When he finally took the imitative and entered, he exploded right there and gave off a surprised shout. He had not entered entirely and he saw why as he was still stroked and his cream was doused with cum from a second source. Their semen mingled and he watched as both dicks were pumped. When he saw his own cream licked from the man’s fingers, he smiled then followed suit.

They remained silent for some time then the awkward silence came. Silence that fleeted when they heard the panicked footsteps.

Kaylee’s voice carried, “what do you think it was?”

“I donno,” Wash’s voice was steady, “but somebody sounds hurt. Why won’t this damn lights come on?”

By the time they did reach the rec area and the lights illuminated, the area was empty. Wash heard as Book finally reached them.

“What was it?”

Wash shook his head, “you got me. But I’m going back to bed.”

Jayne gritted his cigar between his teeth as he placed the guns on the table. He didn’t notice he was watched.

“Doesn’t it get kind of cliche’ with you and those guns?”

After checking the shotgun shells, Jayne shrugged, “nope. What you need?”

Simon’s throat felt dry but he was able to speak, “to talk to you.”

“Ain’t got nothing to talk to you 'bout.”

“We need to talk about this.”

The rifle was held up and Jayne took aim then lowered it again. “'Bout what?”

Simon was losing patience, “'bout your late night visits to the rec.” At he lack of response as Jayne continued in his task, Simon tried to reason. “I don’t really want to talk about it either but this is not something that can go on for awhile.”

Jayne grumbled as he held the shotgun shell up. “Don know what yer talking ‘bout.”

After sighing, Simon held the pants up, “came to return these.”

Jayne glanced at the trousers then went back to work. “They ain’t mine.”

Simon was silent at first then smiled, “Jayne—.”

“They ain’t mine, doc.” Though Simon was right before him, Jayne found it easy to ignore him altogether. “Yer gettin’ in my way. Now git.”

Mal stretched miserably as he sauntered in. Catching sight of them caused him to smile and he walked to the pants and snatched them with a smile.

“So that’s where those are.”

Simon turned to him slowly in awe, “what?”

“Yeah.” Mal smiled, “I reckon they’re good and washed?”

At first speechless, Simon struggled to utter the words then managed. “Ye–yes. Of course. Excuse me.”

After he made a steady retreat, Mal considered it, “what’s gotten into him?”

Jayne shrugged as he held the next shell up, “don know, don care.”

The rec area was illuminated that night for a change. That meant a lot. Things were so much harder in the light. It was another late night and Jayne watched the ground in distress. “This ain’t what I meant 'bout somebody waitin’.” The time drew on and he would have stayed, but he sighed in defeat and stood. “There ain’t nobody waitin’.”

Simon sat in the hall by his room and was at a loss. He really didn’t want to know the truth, but he, after an hour of contemplation, stood finally. When he arrived at his destination to see the place empty, he frowned in defeat.

“It was good while it lasted.”

Though he did consider waiting, thinking perhaps he was the one early that time, he had to admit, the idea of waiting all night and no one showing up was heart breaking. The decision did not take long to form in his mind, and he turned to walk away. It was when he left that Mal finally hobbled to the couch and sat down. He looked down to the pants he was wearing and shook his head, “these can’t be mine.” A thought occurred and he fumbled through the lower right pocket to produce a knife. He paused and his tone was dry. “Why am I wearing Jayne's Pants?”

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