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This U-Day had been a wash out from start to finish. The bar was nigh on empty except for a few old timers and a whole host of whores and, much to Mal’s dismay, there wasn’t a fed face to be seen anywhere on the premises.
“Owned again,” said Zoë with a broad grin.
Mal pushed the game board away, letting out a deep sigh which indicated how deeply and utterly dissatisfied with life he was at present.
“Had enough of being thrashed, Sir?” Zoë stared pointedly at her outstretched palm. “Pay up and I’ll go treat the xangfu to dinner… on you.”
“You’re a gorram mean person, you know that?” Mal counted out what he owed and slammed it down onto the table.
“Thank you. We’ll enjoy it. Don’t expect to see us ‘til morning.”
Mal watched Zoë pocket her winnings then stand up and walk away from the table. The loud snicker from Jayne did nothing to improve his mood and a spiteful retort came quick to his lips. “You best keep that big mouth shut if you know what’s good for…”
The sentence evolved into a sigh of disapproval when Mal saw that the big man was most definitely preoccupied elsewhere.
Downing a shot of brandy he immediately topped up his glass. He’d seen Jayne fuck a lot of women. The mercenary was crude beyond belief and had an appetite for sex that was nothing short of addiction. In fact there wasn’t a person on the crew who had escaped coming across Jayne with his pants around his ankles rutting into a piece of paid for ‘tasty’ at some point. The man’s ji ba was seen so often it had become an honorary eleventh member of Serenity and was accountable for spending the greater part of Jayne’s earnings.
The whore, currently straddling those solid thighs, was slight with delicate features. She was exceptionally attractive; dark brown eyes rimmed thick with kohl shone out of pale skin and the soft sigh of delight as Jayne unbuttoned her dress and exposed both breasts made Mal harden up, despite his annoyance at the mercenary acting so gorram inappropriately once again.
“Pretty, ain’t she?” Jayne said with a lewd glance in Mal’s direction. He sucked loudly and sloppily on each nipple causing the whore to moan with enjoyment. “Don’t get to play with one of these special kinda girlies too often.”
At first Mal didn’t have a clue what the man was talking about, but then he looked more closely and saw a slender cock poking free from beneath the pleat of wrinkled silk. Quickly downing another shot he slammed his glass on the table, trying not to look at the way that familiar paw was sliding and up and down the whore’s very visible erection.
“Ever had a shemale?” asked Jayne, refilling his glass and taking a swig of liquor. “They’re something alright.”
His eyes were bright with excitement, he was partway to a happy drunk, and just for a second Mal wanted to swap roles. Responsibility was so… responsible.
“Nope,” he breathed, “can’t say as I have.” Giving in, he watched Jayne’s hand glide up that tapered column of flesh. The girl was so pretty that you’d never’ve suspected she was male and it made him wonder fleetingly about what lay twixt Inara’s legs.
Jayne leaned forward, whispering in the whore’s ear and after a short burst of giggles she looked at Mal curiously then spoke in a babble of pidgin that was too fast for his ears.
“I’m paid up for the night, but y’can share if’n you want,” said Jayne. “She’s happy enough.”
After some lightning-quick soul searching Mal discovered that he did want this, he wanted it very much indeed, however Jayne was an unruly crew member at the best of times and it would be crazy to concede all that authority he’d built up over the years. Familiarity with the mercenary wasn’t an idea he’d ever entertained and this would be taking ‘familiar’ to a new level of Special Hell as the shepherd would say.
“She’ll have a rut with us both, Mal. You want in or not?” Steel grey eyes glinted wickedly.
The whore writhed against Jayne, her tits bouncing, nipples as hard as pebbles a dark pink contrast to her porcelain skin. That remarkable cock stood proud, thrusting up from a triangle of trimmed curls below which a pair of shaven balls jiggled enticingly.
It was a depraved picture and, hell yeah, Mal was liquored up enough to go for the deal. “We going upstairs for a spell?” he asked, getting to his feet and adjusting the lie of his tackle. There was no point being shy and trying to pretend he wasn’t interested. Cocksure, he strutted back and forth impatiently, showing off his package to its best advantage.
“Aye, Cap’n.” Jayne tipped him a wink as he lifted the whore off his lap, displaying a thick rod of swollen flesh and a damp stain of pleasure which darkened the khaki material of his pants. Standing up, hips jutting proudly, the man rested a hand on the small of the whore’s back and together they led the way to the residents’ staircase at the far end of the bar.
Mal followed them up to the second floor, heart hammering excitedly in his chest as he watched Jayne grope the girl’s bottom and reach around to fondle her. Maybe this U-Day wasn’t gonna be the wash out he’d originally thought.
The bedroom smelt of old dust and polishing wax and was lit by simulated oil lanterns which flickered gently, casting a dusky glow over the large bedstead. Mal placed the bottle of liquor and glasses on top of the dresser and watched as Jayne unbuckled his gun belt and threw it onto an upholstered chair, hardly breaking rhythm as he teased the whore into a state of extreme arousal with his mouth and fingers.
Approaching the incongruous couple, Mal slid both hands up the girl’s sides then pushed the dress up and off her slim body. She was so feminine that it clean took his breath away and it was difficult to believe that that pretty ji ba could be real -- he had to know for certain that they weren’t being duped. Slipping a hand around her slim waist he let his palm come to rest over the unmistakeable feel of a working diao, slipping back to cover Jayne’s fingers as he jacked the whore with deliberate strokes.
Suspenders already at half-mast, Mal unhitched the catch of his breeches and tugged down the zipper. Pushing pants and shorts down to mid-thigh, his cock nudged the swell of the girl’s bottom. He dripped with anticipatory pleasure -- a sensation which was enhanced by having Jayne here with him, the man voraciously and very vocally displaying his enjoyment.
“Got a nice piece there, baobei. Wanna feel mine rubbing against it?” The whore nodded eagerly as Jayne shoved down his cargoes, then with legs spread and knees bent he began a powerful pumping motion. “Love me some of that dick to dick,” he growled.
Looking over the girl’s shoulder, Mal got a perfect view of Jayne’s meaty cock, cudgel-thick with a wet, bulbous head, slapping against its more slender partner. Hips jerking of their own accord he began to ease his erection up the length of the whore’s tight ass-crack.
She tensed immediately. “Rubbers are next to you,” she said in stilted English.
“Not gonna hump you yet, darling,” he muttered, still engrossed in the cock show which was happening in front of his eyes.
“You mind if I have first go at her, Cap’n?” Jayne rested a hand on Mal’s shoulder, looking directly at him with darkening eyes.
“Your coin,” answered Mal pleasantly. “Do what you want.”
It was more than a surprise to see Jayne drop to his knees, slipping a condom onto the girl and sucking enthusiastically at her erection and from the over-excited sounds she was making it had obviously come as a shock to her too.
Mal reached around distractedly to play with one of those delicate titties, concentrating more on the floor show than the whore herself.
“Get her wet for me,” mumbled Jayne, quickly going back to working that cock with the flat of his tongue.
Thumb and forefinger still tweaking the whore’s nipple, Mal spotted a lube dispenser within easy reach. Unsure whether he was willing to take the next step he looked down at the mercenary who was eagerly blowing the girl as if it were an everyday occurrence. It looked so fucking dirty, so fucking arousing, that Mal’s mind was soon made up.
Greasing his fingers with slick, he slid them into the girl’s crack, rubbing at the ring of muscle until it softened to his touch. “Gotta get you prepped for that big gan ni niang.” Easing inside, he let the girl ride his hand. “That’s good,” he muttered as she moaned with pleasure. His cock was hard enough to cause an ache from his balls to the pit of his belly and with two fingers now embedded in the whore, he clasped himself in a tight fist.
Jayne looked up. “She ready?” he asked.
The girl was stretched open, sweet spot solid to Mal’s touch. “Sure is,” he replied in a gritty voice.
As Jayne stood up and began to strip out of his clothes, Mal reached around to jerk the whore’s slim prick and that taboo contact thrilled him at some previously repressed level. Why the hell should he wait to fuck her? He was captain after all. Full of that trademark defiance he reached for a foil packet, ripping it open and sheathing himself with the rubber.
Gently, he pressed down between the girl’s shoulder blades, encouraging her to bend forward until her face rested on the devore coverlet and her bottom became a jiggling temptation with just a hint of balls showing. Mumbling in Mandarin she shimmied urgently against him. It was too much of an assault on his already ragged restraint and with one hand working at her prick, he positioned himself and then inched inside her clenched hole. It was… Tianna! It was… It had been a long time since he’d had sex.
Jayne stomped across the room. “Chou wang ba dan! I said I wanted first go at her.”
“That ain’t no way to speak to your captain.” Mal remained still inside the girl. Even with that barrier of rubber to desensitise him he was already close to coming. With any luck an exchange with the furious mercenary would help dampen down his arousal. “Anyway, far as I can see, you been having a good old go at her parts,” he said, bringing to mind the sight of his mercenary sucking on that pretty dick as if it was made of candy.
“'T ain’t fair.”
Jayne in a sulk always made Mal smile.
“Just don’t get her to coming. I want to make her shoot,” added the mercenary.
“Well now, I’ll try my best not to be too good.” Mal grinned and eased forward, sucked in by that dirty, delicious heat as he buried himself balls deep.
With a harrumph of displeasure at being ousted, Jayne lay supine on the bed wriggling his way underneath the whore and taking her ji ba back into his mouth.
The wet slap of prick on palm alerted Mal to Jayne’s masturbation and he shifted slightly so he could watch the man pull on that impressive cock of his. Beginning a steady fuck, he let the pleasure build gradually as he observed Jayne sucking happily on the whore’s erection. “If she shoots ‘fore you get inside her it ain’t gonna be me that’s to blame,” he warned.
Jayne moved to one side, a wide grin on his face as he licked his lips. “Reckon, you’re right. Dick tastes too gorram good... even rubbered up dick.” Climbing off the bed, he strode over to the dresser and poured himself a shot of liquor. “Want a drink?”
“Wouldn’t say no.” Mal was totally at ease. He had never embarked this kind of wild, sexual ride before but Jayne was so relaxed and honest about his needs that no-one else accompanying him on the journey could do anything but enjoy themselves.
Jayne approached, bare feet slapping softly on the floor boards, and Mal tried his best to get invested in the actual fuck, but he was increasingly aware of the man at his shoulder. The cool rim of a shot glass rested against his mouth and he sipped at the liquor, licking up the trickle of escaped fluid that ran into the dip of his chin. Jayne was so close he could feel the heat emanating from him.
“Take it all, Cap’n.”
That voice might’ve been as crusty as ever, but in these stranger-than-strange surroundings it was smoke-roughened and arousing and Mal did as he was told, gulping down the rest of the brandy, his head whirling from an over-indulgence of everything.
Jayne leaned in closer, reaching around him to caress the whore’s bottom and Mal… oh fuck! Mal could feel Jayne thick and arching against his skin, roughness of hair and burning body heat and--god!--that prick rubbing on him, sweet and soft and slick and all manner of wrong. He spilt with a groan and a sudden jerk forwards, pulling out and stripping off the condom along with the remainder of his sweat-drenched clothes. It was hot on this dust bowl of a planetoid. Too gorram hot.
“My turn now, I reckon,” said Jayne with a victory grin as he clambered onto the bed and lay there unrolling a condom onto his erection then stroking up and down, so rutting proud of himself, so rutting ready. “Ride me, baobei,” he growled, the final syllable long-lasting and indulgent as the whore took all of him inside her. “That’s a good girl.”
Playing the part of voyeur Mal watched intently as the game grew dirtier, staring at Jayne as he grunted out cuss words and pulled at the whore’s prick with a lubed fist. The sights and the sounds of sex kept a spark of arousal alive in his belly and taking a step forward, he knelt beside the bed.
Close enough to touch, he stroked silken hair and milky skin, grazed restless fingers and finally laid his palm on that muscled belly. It was all there within reach -- his for the taking.
The springs squeaked as Mal crawled onto the bed and lay next to the rutting couple. Resting on one elbow, he let the bounce of the mattress rub skin against skin and watched as Jayne heaved into the girl, hips bucking, hand just a blur. Sweat blistered and trickled and Mal leant forward and lapped it up, his tongue swirling around dark bead nipples, hair like fur, taste like salt.
Blood thundering through his veins he curved into Jayne’s side, his hips arching and pushing, fucking himself against that well muscled flank. As hard as iron, it was all too easy to shove conscience and good sense to the back of his mind and ride this wave of desire.
Jayne tensed. “Want you to come on me,” he growled, his voice thick with lust, the words catching in his throat.
Frantic, Mal urged the girl along, squeezing her scrotum and feeling the skin pucker in his palm. His mouth latching onto Jayne’s nipple, he nipped hard with his teeth then pulled back to watch the result as Jayne yelled out and thrust up and the girl bore down on him, arc after arc of semen spitting out and landing in white streaks all over that hairy chest.
Frenzied, Mal pushed the whore away from them and dragged the big man around to look at him. “Wanna fuck you, Jayne,” he said with gritty determination. “Need to.” He’d never been the kind of feller to skirt around a subject.
“Lodging is paid for just one night,” said the whore as she dressed hurriedly then flung open the bedroom door.
A quick glance told Mal that the girl was seriously displeased at having both clients chose each other over her, but protecting a prostitute’s feelings was not uppermost in his thoughts.
As the door slammed violently shut and the two of them were left alone, Mal waited for an answer to his question, his palm resting loosely on Jayne’s chest. He could gauge every second that passed by the steady throb of Jayne’s heartbeat, the waiting nigh on impossible to bear, but then, with a low grunt of acquiescence, the mercenary rolled over onto his side, removing and knotting his spent condom.
That dormant thrill rising inside him all over again, Mal pushed into Jayne with lubed fingers, letting out a deep huff of excitement as he opened him up. “Gonna hurt like a bitch, I reckon,” he warned, trying to rein in his urgency.
But Jayne wasn’t interested in subtlety. “Just do it, Cap’n,” he said through clenched teeth.
Rubber dripping with slick Mal inched closer, running a hand over Jayne’s damp skin. The wallpapered ceiling spun above his head. Drugged on alcohol and an overdose of sex, Mal breathed in deeply and smelt the fresh, musky scent of Jayne’s body, clean and unhindered by fragrances other than smoke and soap.
“Do it.”
The words were a whisper, almost nothing, everything, and Mal eased forward, sweat bubbling and dripping as he rested his forehead against Jayne’s collar bone. Still and quiet, he opened his mouth, teeth scraping across Jayne’s shoulder, biting down softly. He waited, the pressure, the heat, the snarl of Jayne’s pain building in his head until he was full of sex, was sex. Nothing mattered but sex.
Twisting from side to belly, Jayne thrashed beneath him, “Fuck me, you sumbitch, you gorram hundan, fuck me. Make me feel it.”
Mal understood. Sometimes a simple rut wasn’t good enough. Didn’t hurt enough to be satisfying.
Up on all fours now the big man humped angrily against him and Mal let go, cock pumping deep and fierce, dirty words spilling out of his mouth as he scraped and spanked, leaving scratches and red palm prints to mark where he’d been. Leaning forward he fed clean fingers into Jayne’s mouth, the suction tug causing his balls to tighten, the soft lave of a tongue making his eyelids flutter in delight.
When orgasm crashed--a burning, blistering freefall--it left Mal used up, empty, and he draped himself limply over Jayne’s back like a wrung out piece of linen. Still, the room was theirs for the night, Jayne was stiff against his wandering fingers and it’d be a gorram shame to waste such an agreeable combination.
“Want you to fuck me, Jayne,” he said. “And make me gorram feel it.”
DONE