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Mal blames his moodiness on a whole lot of things. Being out in the black for a number of years. Being near enough celibate for too many of them. Being so closed off from everyone that he daren’t own up he has feelings.
On days like today the anger and frustration builds into a sexual charge so fierce that he’s brimming over with desperation. In fact he has his suspenders off and pants pushed down even before the hatch to his bunk is fully shut.
Cock wrapped up tight in a cocoon of fingers, he falls to his knees and hunts around one-handed in his storage locker for some of the captures he purchased recently in Persephone. Good and dirty they are -- threesomes, girl on girl, hard sly bondage with some piss play for fun. He’s so jaded he needs new stimuli to jerk off to nowadays and Badger always comes up with the goods. The little fence is a peddler of all manner of fine pornography.
Mal squeezes a dollop of lube into his palm then, shuddering with anticipation, he begins a slow pull at his erection, enjoying the slide of slippery skin, breath coming in short gasps of excitement as he lays a hand on the capture and begins playback.
Shoving his breeches lower, he uses the bunk to push himself up to a full squat then teases a slick finger into his hole. It’s only when he’s wincing from the intense stimulation that he realises he’s selected the wrong piece of film, his middle finger sliding free in shock. This is one of those little gems that Kaylee likes to keep as a record of all their good times. All of them 'round the table on Book’s birthday, pulling faces at the tiny apple pie with a lone candle in it. There they are visiting some fancy Core vacation spot with Wash and Zoë dressed to the nines, dancing cheek pressed against cheek and everyone else cheering in the background.
The images make Mal smile, but the happiness fades when he realises that his right hand is still rubbing away at his hard on and he knows he ought to stop but, wo de ma, it don’t feel as wrong as it should.
Too far gone to resist Mal gives in to his urges, jerking less frantically than usual as he watches a rerun of the crew playing in the cargo hold. He and Jayne are fighting for control of that ball and neither of them are about to concede defeat. Laughing in real time now, Mal watches the scene unwind as brains win out over muscle as he feigns losing and then catches Jayne unawares, causing the merc to overbalance. The big man ends up on top of him, but Mal has hold of the ball and launches a crazy shot up in the air which somehow makes its way through the hoop. The whooping and celebrating that goes on afterwards makes it sound as if there’s a hundred people in there rather than just nine.
Closing his eyes Mal slides a fist up and down his erection, enjoying the sensation
of masturbation rather than just the idea of release. When he comes it’s
with a new found understanding. Maybe he ain’t as shut off from the rest
as he once thought.
DONE