Everyone’s been hunting for the missing merc for most of the day, but Mal’s sure as hell happy that he’s the one to have found him in the backroom of that brothel. Big man’s trussed up naked, laying on his belly and spread across the bed. His wrists and ankles are bound and tied to the iron bedstead, but despite this he’s sleeping peacefully, head turned to one side as he snuffles softly.
How in the name of hell has he got himself into a predicament like this without even noticing? Man’s a gorram fool at times, thinks Mal, then he looks down at the swell of those buttocks and the strongly muscled back. But a good looking fool at that.
Sitting on the bed, Mal traces the dips and planes of Jayne’s naked body with his index finger then he raises a palm and spanks the merc hard just once on that pretty ass.
“Wha'?” mumbles Jayne, opening glazed eyes. “Mal, I ain’t… Mal?”
Mal spanks him again, a little harder. “What you gone and done?” He smacks Jayne a third time, feeling his cock twitch a little as he watches the red handprints emerge on them firm white buttocks. “Thought you weren’t moonbrain enough to fall for a good night kiss?”
“I didn’t kiss her on the lips, Mal. I swear.” Jayne yelps as he gets whacked again. “Not them lips anyhow,” he adds with a small grin.
“Best you be staying away from these kind of places in future,” says Mal.
“Gonna make me?” says Jayne, writhing slightly and working himself off against the rough bedspread.
“Gonna make you.” Mal nods then shucks off his suspenders and unfastens
his pants.
DONE