Storyteller

"You know what I can't figure," says Mal when he's supposed to be spotting Jayne but, truth be told, is more interested in what's inside the man's cargo shorts. They've been out in the black now for a full fourteen days and, most unexpectedly, the merc's been keeping his hands to himself, so much so that for the last week Mal's been walking around with a serious case of blue balls.

"What?" grunts Jayne as he finishes a set of reps and replaces the bar.

"You ain't never asked me to finish that story off. The one I was telling you in the bar when we was interrupted."

Jayne glances around nervously. "Reckon I got the gist of it," he says.

"Don't think you did." Mal loads the bar with extra weights and watches the bulge of Jayne's arm muscles as he begins lifting. That ain't the only bulge on display neither. Just the thought of those youthful exploits has already worked Jayne up a little and Mal continues on with his mission. "Now if I can just remember the part of the story I got to-"

"This ain't the time," interjects Jayne, trying to replace the bar in its cradle, but there's too much weight on it for him to manage by himself. "Captain!"

Mal licks his lips and watches the sweat trickle down Jayne's chest as he's forced to continue lifting. "So there I was," he smirks, "naked as the day I was born, easing this big, glass cock in and out of my ass with my left hand and jerking myself off with my right, when all of a sudden I hear noises from the trees and a couple of yearlings gallop out and, wo de ma, the ranch hand, Jacob, is riding after them at full pelt. Soon as he sees me laying there he forgets all about the runaways."

Jayne's eyes are as glassy as that dildo Mal has hidden in his bunk, but he keeps on lifting that bar, up, down, up, down, and it's as if there's no weight on there at all. Mal gets even hornier thinking about that sheer physical strength on display, never mind the cock that's jutting up proudly and tenting the front of the big man's shorts.

"You gotta quit this now," murmurs Jayne.

Mal ain't about to do that, not until he gets the response he's after. "Can you imagine how I felt?" he continues. "There ain't no worse position for a boy to be discovered in than that. Jacob just looks at me for a while then he dismounts and tethers his horse. 'If it's cock you're wanting, kid,' he says, 'then I got something that'll feel a lot better that that piece of gou shi. Now get on all fours.' I may have been as embarrassed as all hell and as red as you are now, but I weren't gonna turn down the chance of a fucking, so I kneel down for him like a bitch and-"

"Made!" yells Jayne. "Take this rutting weight off me, boy."

Mal does as he's told, keeping his eyes lowered mostly to disguise the victory smirk.

"Now pull your pants down and lean over this gorram bench."

The first thwack of Jayne's hand has Mal sighing with relief, the second has him as stiff as a poker and third has him close to coming.

"When I tell you to do something you do it, dong ma?"

"I understand, Daddy," breathes Mal and just as expected Jayne's thick fingers enter him, stretching him ready.

"'S a good boy." Jayne stumbles over his words, drunk on arousal. "Doing as your old man tells you."

"I need your cock in me," gasps Mal.

"And you're gonna get it, son," says Jayne. "Gonna get it real good."

It's a painful yet delicious relief when that huge dick begins to spread him open. Wet with spit and pre-come it pushes in and Mal softens then rises again as Jayne angles his thrust, reaching around to work him off.

"Harder, Daddy," Mal gasps, timing his movements perfectly to keep to Jayne's rhythm.

It's dirtier than Mal ever remembered and as he comes over the weight bench, wondering exactly how vocal they've been, Jayne bellows out the loudest "Booooooy," ever heard. Not that hecares much. At least now everyone'll know that they're lovers, not just Zoe, and he'll be able to have regular sex without needing to make up stories just to get it.

The balance is swinging back in the captain's favour.

DONE