Jayne stumbled out of the infirmary, lookin’ both ways for those crazy gorram Tams. Most of his body still felt kinda numb, but he wasn’t about to stay on that table no matter how many fei hua promises Simon made. He blinked as the light from the open cargo bay doors momentarily blinded him.
When his vision cleared he saw Mal standin’ naked against the sunlight.
“What the – “ he murmured, shakin’ his head to clear the image. But when he looked again, Mal was still there, ‘cept now he was turning ‘round to close the doors. And Jayne got a good look at his ji ba. He was a ways away, and the Cap’n wasn’t in no way aroused like, but still, Jayne couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away.
Then the Cap’n was gone and Jayne was left standing in the doorway gaping at nothin’.
He made it to his bunk, and flopped down onto his back. He felt a funny tingling all over his body. Like as if every muscle had fallen asleep at the same time and was fightin’ to come awake again. There was one part of him already awake, though.
Jayne closed his eyes and pictured Mal again. Pictured the shape of his ass, the plump, round cheeks. Pictured his own hands there, touching and spreading them open. He groaned, his fingers fumblin’ at his fly. He was already leaking, so he spread some of the fluid around the head and started strokin’.
He remembers the last time he was in his bunk like this, so hot and hard he couldn’t stand it. Then he’d been thinkin’ about Inara and her lady client. Thinkin’ about how hot it would be to watch the two of ‘em goin’ at it. That’d been nearly a month ago. And maybe it was the fact that he hadn’t touched his own ji ba in so long, but thinkin’ on Mal’s tight ass and soft prick was even hotter than that.
He wasn’t sly. Leastways he never thought of himself as one way ‘tother. He just liked sexing any way he could get it. He didn’t believe any hwoon dahn who said otherwise. What red-blooded man was going to turn down ruttin’, no matter who was offerin’?
He wondered what Mal would say if Jayne asked him. If he’d admit to wantin’ it, or if he’d pretend he weren’t ‘that way’. Jayne was pretty sure he could convince him. Could show him how good it could be. Whether Mal wanted Jayne’s cock in his pee goo, or ‘tother way around. Jayne was willin’ to oblige him.
His fingers tightened around his shaft, imagining the feel of Mal’s walls around him. Squeezing him impossibly tight. He wondered if the Cap’n would use some of his big fancy words to beg Jayne for more. If he’d try to order Jayne around like always.
Jayne’s belly tingled with need and he groaned. His body was on fire, one hand rubbing rough over his nipples. The tingling as the meds wore off only heightened his feelin’s making his whole body oversensitive. Jayne felt like he was about to crawl out of his skin with need and want and dark, hot lust.
He reached down, below his shaft and jiggled his balls. His hands were big, and he cupped them in his hand, twisting and massaging them together. He groaned, brought his hand to his mouth and licked a long wet trail over his palm. Then he returned to playing with his sac. He imagined Mal’s mouth there, sucking on ‘em, and rollin’ ‘em with his tongue.
Thinkin’ on Mal servicin’ his prick, licking at his nuts . . . the Cap’n on his knees in front of ‘em, nearly made Jayne come. ‘Course Jayne wouldn’t mind returning the favor. He weren’t adverse to the taste of another man’s come in his mouth. Especially if it were Mal’s.
Jayne didn’t know why he was all the sudden thinkin’ of the Cap’n like that. Ruttin’ and wild and beggin’, but he shuddered at the image. Yeah, he wouldn’t mind bein’ the one taken, but hell if the thought of Mal going down on him didn’t make him crazy.
“Aw, hell!” Jayne moaned, his body bucking off the bed; hips arching as his come sprayed onto chest and belly.
He grabbed a dirty shirt and wiped himself clean before turning on his side to sleep. He wanted to shake off the rest of the drugs Simon had given him. Wanted to be at full-strength next time he saw Mal.
Just in case.
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