Jayne flopped down on his mattress and grunted in frustration. The next job Mal had planned would keep them on world for all of two hours and the entire time would be spent doing the damn drop off. Even if they got done early the site was nowhere near a town. Hell, weren’t even a decent sized farm anywhere close. And right now, he’d take anything weren’t his hand.
He’d been too long without a bit of trim. Or even some head. Weren’t a damn soul on this boat puttin’ out, either. Jayne wasn’t too terribly picky when it came to sex, so long as he got some. But the problem was, he wasn’t getting any.
Jayne tossed and turned and tried to work up the enthusiasm to beat off but it just wasn’t working. Giving up, the big man huffed and turned to face the wall.
The wall where he hung his guns.
Yes, Boo and Vera were displayed prominently, but there were many others. And right now, it was that Blunderbuss that had his attention. The thing was supposedly an antique, one he’d inherited from his gramps; unfortunately it didn’t work worth a damn. It was, however, sturdy, sleek and well-crafted. And if Jayne knew one thing it was guns; and this gun was a beaut.
Right now, it looked even more appealing.
Jayne pulled it down and checked to make sure it wasn’t loaded. Next he sighted down the barrel, his free hand stroking the cool metal and then turned the gun around to face him, examining the muzzle. Twisting his lips and furrowing his brow as if to contemplate the gun’s condition, Jayne reached into the drawer by his bed and pulled out the gun oil. Then, with a wicked grin Jayne flipped open the top and liberally coated his cock.
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Simon was, quite simply, shocked speechless.
“Come on doc, I need your help,” Jayne pleaded.
Simon looked at Jayne’s crotch, simultaneously aroused and horrified at the same time. Finally the doctor managed to squeak out, “And what would you have me do?”
“I dunno! You’re the doc—do something!”
Simon snickered as he moved to get a closer look.
“Ain’t funny little man. The harder I pull, the tighter it gets. I swear it’s like some sorta Chinese finger trap. I tried gun oil, lube, spit, soap…you name it. But nothing worked to get this gorram thing off my John Thomas. I didn’t know who else to call.”
“Gee, thanks. Glad I was so high up on the list,” he remarked snidely. “Do I even want to know what you were—no, never mind. I know what you were doing.”
Pouting, Jayne complained, “Weren’t like no one else was offerin’. ‘Sides, it seemed like a good idea at the time.”
“Yes, to you, I’m sure it did. I can’t think of anything else in the 'verse you love more than your guns. Now I can say that literally, of course.”
“Just…do something, anything.”
Simon arched his eyebrow and repeated, “Anything?”
“Anything.”
Simon turned to his bag and drew out a pair of latex gloves. With a wicked little smile he snapped them on and demanded the tube of slick from Jayne. Still holding the shotgun with one hand, Jayne reached into the drawer by the bed to fetch it.
“Sit,” Simon ordered pointing to the chair.
“What--?” Jayne questioned, confused.
“Do you want my help?”
“Yes.”
“Then no talking; I need to concentrate.”
Jayne gulped heavily but complied, eyeing Simon warily as he pulled the scalpel out of his medical kit. With sure even strokes Simon cut into Jayne’s shirt, yanking the fabric off of his arms and dropping it to the floor.
Circling around behind Jayne, Simon ran his hands over the big man’s chest and abdomen. Reaching forward slightly to glide his fingers through the curly hair at his crotch Simon whispered hotly, “Only one way to fix this, Jayne.” Then the man practically purred, “I’m going to make you come.”
Jayne opened his mouth to reply then snapped it shut, choking slightly when Simon licked his ear. When he bit down on the lobe hard enough to draw blood, Jayne hissed.
“Aww. Did that hurt?” Simon taunted. “Don’t worry; I can fix. I am, after all, a doctor.”
Simon circled around to face Jayne and with a practiced tongue licked away the blood, trailing his mouth down the corded neck and over hard muscles in Jayne’s chest. And when Simon clamped down, first on one nipple then the other, Jayne reached forward in an attempt to draw the man closer.
But Simon didn’t want any help.
He jerked up quickly and walked around to the back of the chair. With latex covered palms he smoothed his hands down tightly flexed arm muscles, pulling them back toward him slightly. When Jayne’s arms were relaxed and completely straight, the doctor quickly reached for the medical tape, wrapping it around the other man’s wrists tightly.
Again Jayne opened his mouth to protest but Simon cut him off. “Don’t make me tape your mouth as well. Now stand up.”
Jayne bristled at being ordered around like this, especially by the doc. But he did what he was told because he really would do anything to get that gorram gun off his cock which, even as it rested against his stomach hurt like hell.
Meanwhile, Simon wrapped one hand around Jayne to grab the gun as he stood, and with the other he dug into Jayne’s tight fist, working out the tube of slick still clutched in his meaty paw. Then, he walked around to face the other man, pressing the gun between their bodies and with deft movements he coated his hand completely in the slippery lube.
Simon stared Jayne down, despite being shorter, exerting his control over the situation; with a wordless command to remain still he grabbed Jayne’s balls and slid his fingers back to stroke his perineum. Back and forth Simon worked his fingers, inching his way to Jayne’s asshole, bending at the knees just enough to reach it. And when those agile digits glanced over his target, Simon both felt and heard Jayne’s breath catch and glanced up to peer into heavily lidded eyes.
When Simon pushed, applying steady pressure as if to test him, Jayne didn’t protest. The bigger man only choked out a garbled “Doc?”
“Ssssh,” Simon crooned, licking the thick line of hair that ran down Jayne's abdomen. “Doctor’s orders.”
Simon dipped his fingertips backwards into the pool of slick in his palm, then flicked back toward Jayne’s puckered hole. Then, slowly and surely, he worked in one, and then two of those talented fingers. The gun was cool and hard between them as it pressed against his shoulder, and Simon grasped hold of it with his free hand. Rhythmically pumping his slightly crooked fingers in and out, rubbing Jayne’s prostate—-and pulling gently but firmly on the gun up and down Simon worked to fulfill his prescription. And it was almost more than Jayne could bear.
The big man groaned low in the back of his throat and closed his eyes, bracing his feet and spreading his legs for balance and to give Simon more room to work his magic. When Jayne’s legs began shaking with the effort to remain upright, Simon let go of the gun and reached up to wrap his arm around Jayne’s head, pulling it down to rest on his own dark locks. Pumping his fingers more swiftly, grinding against Jayne and the gun Simon whispered seductively, “You’re going to come for me Jayne, and you’re going to do it right now.”
And he did, howling with the mix of both excruciating pain and pleasure.
Exhausted and completely wrung out, Jayne slumped against Simon, barely able to catch his breath. After sliding out his fingers and with agonizingly slow movements, the doctor gently twisted and turned the barrel of the gun while tugging it up and down. After a few moments Jayne’s cock popped free with a sucking slurp.
Released from his torture, Jayne flopped down on his bed. His dick ached and was practically raw, his knees weak. Stroking Jayne’s hair gently, Simon reached down to slit the tape and free the man’s hands. Jayne threw an arm over his face because he didn’t want to see Simon’s triumphant look when he mumbled a quiet, “Thanks, doc.”
“Glad I could lend a hand. Or, in this case, two,” Simon taunted seductively.
Lifting his arm Jayne could see that Simon was not gloating; no, the look on his face practically screamed, “Call me next time you have a desire to stick your cock into something.”
Simon yanked off his gloves, each snap sounding like a naughty spanking, and tossed them into the trash. He rummaged through his bag, and dropped a tube of salve on Jayne’s chest. Just before he turned to leave Simon ordered, “Put that on twice a day.”
But Jayne grabbed his wrist and pulled him back. “Ain’t that the kind of thing best done by a medical professional?” he asked, his lips twisted into the trademark smirk.
With a smile Simon answered, “Sorry. I don’t usually make house calls. This was a one-time exception.”
“Figure I can make it worth your while.”
Simon’s eyes glazed over a bit as he contemplated the meaning in that offer and then he nodded saying, “I’ll see you in twelve hours. Leave the door unlocked and be naked when I get here, or else.”
Clearly unafraid Jayne snorted and asked, “Or else what?”
Leaning down so that his lips were almost touching Jayne’s Simon whispered, almost menacingly, “You don’t really want to find out. Or do you?”
The twinkle in his eye made Jayne’s cock twitch and hurt like hell so that all he could do was gulp and groan out, “Yes, sir.”
With a wicked smile Simon tucked his bag under his arm and climbed out of the bunk, all the while thinking about how much he was going to enjoy training Jayne.
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