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“You gonna stop grinning sometime soon?” Jayne turns and glares at Mal, pulling that scruffy old combat jacket around him and trying to conceal the hard on that’s pushing out the front of his pants.
Now he might be glaring, but inside he’s chock full of cheer. Up ‘til today sex between them has been good dirty fun, but there’s been no hint of kink about their fucking and Jayne sure likes it kinky. He loves all kinds of smut from toys and bondage to role-play and exhibitionism. It’s why he spends so much of his gorram money on whores. Takes a while to find a person interested in the kind of stuff he has a yen for and, well, he just don’t ever have the time. Now it seems like he may have had a perfect partner on board for all these years and not even knowed it.
“Nope,” replies Mal smugly. “Reckon I can see a hint of happy about your ownself, Jayne Cobb, ‘specially with that big old prick standing up for all to see in your breeches.”
Jayne growls, pulling his jacket tighter around him, and Mal’s smirk grows even wider as they push through the swarm of market traders and head for the nearest bar.
The place makes spit and sawdust cathouses seem luxurious, but it suits Jayne to a tee. He ain’t fond of fancy. Fancy don’t get him laid, unless someone’s got an urgent need for some rough trade, and more often not that ends up with a night in the jail house. Nope, Jayne’s learned a lesson that the easiest way to get what he needs is to go where he fits best.
Mal looks around the dive of an establishment then rubs at the bridge of his nose. “You reckon we could find somewhere a mite more appealing?” he asks pensively.
“Serves liquor, don’t it?” Jayne ain’t waiting around for an answer and strides up to the bar, ordering a bottle of sour mash and two glasses in a loud voice. He ain’t certain what kind of fun he’s planning on; he just knows he’s in the mood for getting some and this dump has some mighty fine entertainment if he remembers rightly.
Glancing to one side he sees that the smirk has definitely gone from Mal’s pretty face; in fact the man is looking as close on to sulky as he’s ever seen him. Turning a chuckle of amusement into a cough he pushes his way through a dusty, velvet curtain, searching out a table that has a good view of the small stage situated at the far end of the back room. Then, yanking back a chair, he slumps into it, putting down the bottle and glasses and resting his booted feet up on the table. His cock is still full hard in his pants and he rubs a hand over the bulge, smoothing out the material then cupping his balls and giving them a good long squeeze.
Now Mal’s the one who’s doing all the glaring. Flipping a chair around, the man straddles the seat, hunching over and resting his arms on the smooth wooden back rail. “Trouble with you is you ain’t got no shame,” he says.
Jayne snorts with laughter then leans forward and pours them a couple of gulps of whiskey. “Says the feller who made me strip off so he could fuck me barearse naked right there in the street.”
Mal blushes and cards a hand through his hair.
“Though I reckon it’s a different matter if you’re the one with the stiff ji ba,” continues Jayne, enjoying himself good and proper.
“You best get to keeping your voice down or I’ll be shutting that big mouth of yours my ownself.”
Mal sounds deadly serious, but Jayne’s learned a lot about him these past few months since they’ve been sleeping together. The man’s bark is far worse than his bite. Same could be said about the pair of them if truth were told.
Working down the zipper of his pants, Jayne slips a hand inside the open fly, stroking himself off quite blatantly. He knows people can see him; he likes that people can see him and he reckons, despite all them mean words, that the captain’s also getting a thrill from it, whether he wants to or not.
Mal swallows his drink and shifts about in his chair and when Jayne unfastens the waistband of his pants, the man huffs around like the doc on a bad day. However that don't mean he ain't watching every twist and flick of Jayne’s fingers and when a hint of dark pink cock head is revealed, them narrowed eyes open a smidge wider.
After pouring more drinks Jayne dips the ball of his thumb into the liquor and, opening his fly wider, lets the whiskey drip, drip, drip onto his knob. Fuck, it feels good and he bucks up from his seat, rattling the table in the process.
“If you don’t start acting civilised, I’ll-”
“You’ll do what, captain?” Jayne can see that pink slip of tongue curling over Mal’s lower lip. He can see what the man wants to do.
The game of brinkmanship comes to a halt when the lights dim down and two scantily clad girls appear on the stage, twin pairs of plump and luscious breasts spilling out of lace corsetry, illuminated by the glow of the spotlights. The women primp and preen to appreciative calls from the audience then they approach each other and a round of soft, sensual kissing begins, enough to get Jayne’s pecker up to a serious level of throbbing.
Clicking his fingers, he signals a waitress over and orders another bottle, a pack of cigars and a few sachets of lube -- hot and spicy as well as that stuff that numbs him down to ice cold.
She returns quickly with a laden tray and after handing over the money and giving her a generous tip, Jayne shoves his pants down to mid-thigh and gets back to watching the live action on stage.
The red head is kneeling, buttocks bare except for a thin thread of black lace thong, and she’s giving that blonde pussy in front of her a good old licking. The other girl is playing up how much she’s enjoying it but, she’s still one hell of an actor. Leastways Jayne’s diao seems to think so and that’s what counts.
He tears a corner off a packet of cinnamon slick, squeezing out a line of gel along his shaft and the sensation of heat, when he begins to jack, is like nothing on earth.
“You fellers wanting some company?” says a girl’s voice coming from behind him and he looks over his shoulder to see a couple of nice looking tarts ready to oblige.
“We’re good, xie xie, ladies,” says Mal and Jayne’s startled because enveloped in the partial darkness he’d almost forgotten the man was still there. Then he gets to thinking and that startled feeling goes away and is replaced by disapproval. Just ‘cause the captain didn’t want to take them up on their offer didn’t mean that he-
“Made!” The whores have gone; the girls on stage are busy penetrating each other with a double-ended dildo, but right now Jayne couldn’t care less because Mal is kneeling next to him with a fist wrapped around Jayne’s shaft while that pretty wet mouth is sinking down, down, so far rutting down onto his cock that Jayne can feel the coil of throat muscles swallowing him up.
Gripping onto the seat of his chair he thinks of everything that might stop him from exploding into an immediate orgasm--bible stories, book-learning, Simon Tam--and when that sudden burst of vacuum suction is gone, Jayne looks down with what must have been the most shocked expression ever seen.
Mal is crouched beside him, bouncing on his toes and he’s wearing that wide-mouthed grin of his, eyes all crinkling up with amusement. “Told you not to come ‘less I said it was okay. Reckon now’s the time… whenever you’re ready.”
One of his feet gets shoved off the table and then Mal crawls around until he’s situated in between Jayne’s thighs and the sight of his captain on all fours sucking him off in public means that Jayne has to think especially hard of Simon Tam to stop himself from shooting a load too soon. He wants to enjoy this. He’s rutting well going to enjoy it too, just in case it never happens again.
Jayne learned a while ago that Mal Reynolds is the best damn cock sucker he’s ever had the pleasure to know, taking delight in licking and teasing a prick into the slowest, longest orgasm in the verse. The captain can’t disguise the fact that he enjoys giving blowjobs and it seems as if he enjoys them even more when he gets to perform in front of a bar full of people.
The back room smells like sex--there’s sounds of rutting going on everywhere--and the loud attention-grabbing cries from the show girls work Jayne up to the very edge of his limits. He strokes Mal’s hair with trembling fingers and with a slow glance upward the man takes pity, rubbing and sucking Jayne off to one of the most intense climaxes he’s ever experienced which has him yelling out and full body shaking like he’s in the throes of dying.
Dragging Mal up onto his lap, Jayne kisses the man deep, enjoying the flavours of sperm, whiskey and cinnamon, and promising him, with every swipe of his tongue, that there’s gonna be a long and satisfying 'thank you' happening later on.
TBC