The Middle

Mal hasn’t been sleeping too well recently. His brain's been chock full of stuff: some work, some other kinds of things that he really don’t want to be thinking. His solution is always the same; head for the galley and cook up some of that hot drink that calls itself cocoa. It don’t taste nothing like his mamma used to make--and even that weren’t real--but the sweetness and the heat usually settles him, at least enough to doze for a couple of hours.

Tonight, when he enters the crew deck he finds that he ain’t alone. Kaylee’s raiding the cupboards, caught red-handed with her fingers in the miniature sized jar of strawberry jelly that Simon bought last trip to Boros.

She looks up at Mal wide-eyed, sucking the guilty streaks away.

“Hey there,” he smiles.

She don’t answer him, just bites at her lower lip, and Mal notices that her eyes widen more as he approaches the galley area. It ain’t until he comes closer that he gets to learn why.

Soon as he turns in past the countertop, the pot of jelly spills over and there’s a sudden gasp from Kaylee. It’s then that he sees Jayne crouching, pressed back against the panelled storage with his mouth firmly buried between Kaylee’s naked legs.

The girl don’t take her shocked eyes off Mal and Jayne glances up at him for a second, but it seems he ain’t as shaken as Kaylee because he don’t stop what he’s doing for long. With a dirty smile and a lick of the lips he pushes his face back into the girl’s pussy, tonguing and sucking at her until she’s heaving out these little puffs of excitement and hanging on to the counter for dear life.

The pair of ‘em are no more’n three feet away, close enough to touch, and when Mal breathes in he can smell their sex, musky sweet headiness that turns his brain to mush. He should go and leave them alone. He’s seen altogether too much of the pair of them rutting recently and it’s making him burn for things he shouldn’t ever want. In fact he's just beginning to back away from the awkward as hell situation when Kaylee dips her finger into the puddle of strawberry jelly and holds it out to him.

“It’s good,” she says. “You oughta have a taste, Cap’n.”

Mal’s eyes follow her beckoning hand and, unable to use the thinking parts of his body, he steps nearer, eating that sweet temptation off her skin then taking the whole of her finger into his mouth and sucking on it until she whimpers.

Releasing her hand he leans closer, licking the red smears off her chin then moving up to her sticky lips. The first kiss is like soft molten sugar and he dives in deeper, gripping hold of her neck and kissing her thoroughly, feeling the tremble of her body as Jayne brings her close to coming with his mouth.

When hands tug at the waistband of his sleep pants Mal tries hard to think of a captainly way out of this… ‘cept if he’s honest with himself he don’t want an out. He wants to keep on kissing Kaylee’s sweet lips and get to feel something for once, ‘stead of being all dead on the inside.

Jayne’s hands are larger ‘n most and when they touch him Mal can’t pretend to himself it’s Inara or any other girl. Jayne’s mouth is hotter and greedier than anything he’s felt before and when that beard grazes over his skin, making his knees go weak, he loses himself in Kaylee, kissing her like the world’s about to end. But he makes sure to tilt his hips forward, just enough to let Jayne know he’s most definitely a compliant partner in this.

Breaking away from that strawberry flavoured mouth, Mal looks down in honest delight as Jayne wraps a hand around his prick then buries his mouth back in Kaylee’s ji bai, rasping his tongue over her clit and deep into her folds, making her shudder and pant with each stroke.

All of a sudden it becomes a game. Laughing with absolute pleasure, Mal reaches down and tugs at Jayne’s head, fighting to force that mouth back onto him. Jayne complies, licking up and down the length of his cock then sucking fiercely for a moment or two.

“Me,” grumbles Kaylee, kissing Mal as a distraction then jostling him aside with a bump of her hips as she resumes prime position with Jayne knelt at her feet.

She comes as soon as his mouth covers her clit. She comes with soft sighs that build up to loud long cries which Mal muffles with kisses. “Fuck me,” she begs, clawing at the cupboards for support.

Jayne gets to his feet and lifts Kaylee up in his arms and Mal’s expecting to see the big mercenary bend her over and shaft her hard, but, to his surprise, Jayne passes the girl across to him.

Mal turns and leans against the wall of storage lockers as Kaylee clings to his neck and wraps her legs around him. She wriggles her butt and drops down onto his full-to-bursting erection, gripping him tight and whimpering with pleasure as his cock satisfies her urges with every solid inch. Crying out softly in pleasure she drapes herself over him as her orgasm finally diminishes and the pulse and clench of her body around him is exquisite.

Mouth open wide Mal remains still, savouring the warmth and the comfort of being with someone then a shot of fear travels up his spine when Jayne leans in across his free shoulder.

Jayne always says he don’t kiss on the mouth and, as it happens, Mal don’t kiss that often either -- sly or otherwise. Fact is he’s only ever had a man’s tongue ‘tween his lips once before and that were more of a boy than a man. Kissing Jayne would be like…

Tamade. Kissing Jayne is like a rough smooth slick hot vacuum that sucks at him hard as if he’s going out of fashion. Kissing Jayne is brutal and exotic and dangerous and better than it ever oughta be. Kissing Jayne is…

That mouth leaves him and Mal feels emptier than he has in a while. He’s fond of ripe new discoveries and this has been an experience and then some.

“Kaylee girl?” Jayne’s crouching again, rooting through the lockers on the hunt for something.

Mal knows that tone of voice well. He’s learned the subtle undercurrent of wheedling that’s always there when his soldier wants something badly enough.

“Yeah,” she sighs, “please.” She clenches tighter around Mal’s cock until it feels as if the come is being forced right out of his balls. Obeying the call of his sex parts Mal begins to thrust gently.

“Be still for me a minute,” says Jayne, his eyes locking on to Mal’s, and as his hand moves against Kaylee’s body the girl heaves out a juddery sigh.

Aiya. Mal’s cock is caught in a steel trap of wet slippery muscle and he can feel something--Jayne-- pushing against him through the thin walls of Kaylee’s tensed up body.

“Slow,” she murmurs then, after a torturous minute has passed--during which Mal is almost positive he’s going to pass out--she squeals a little with excitement and rocks impatiently in his arms.

“Easy, girlie,” mutters Jayne. “Stay as you are and let us do the work.”

He raises Kaylee up a little, sharing her weight, then, still keeping his eyes fixed on Mal, he begins to fuck her ass, slow and determined, breath getting caught in his throat and coming out in gruff low pants.

Mal takes up the challenge, matching Jayne’s rhythm thrust for thrust with Kaylee melting and whimpering in his arms as she tries her darndest to keep still.

Of all the risky business Mal has gotten caught up in, this is the wildest of all. Letting himself go, he keeps a tight hold of Kaylee’s tee shirt clad body and powers inside her, the feel of Jayne’s cock resting so close to his fast becoming a more powerful aphrodisiac than anything he’s stumbled upon for years. He thinks of Kaylee and Jayne rutting with each other in that barn full of people and his balls tighten in response.

What if it had been him? What if he’d been the one caught masturbating in the dark?

He fucks Kaylee harder, squeezing his hand between them and stroking her clit in tiny teasing circles.

“Oh,” she cries, throwing her head back and resting it against Jayne’s shoulder as she begins the climb to orgasm.

“Pretty girl,” says Jayne, his hand reaching under her shirt to pinch each nipple in turn. “Come for the cap’n and me, baobei.”

Together they fuck her harder, working her up with their fingers until she cries out and begins to buck wildly. Mal holds her tight and finishes her off with his cock and as he watches the sweat bead and trickle down Jayne’s forehead he feels the heat in his balls build to a fire which crawls all the way through him.

With a loud roar, Jayne pulls out of Kaylee, jerking his cock fiercely, his fist flying like a piston. Mal watches the ribbons of spunk shoot out of that big cock and slams himself into Kaylee, unloading over and over until he’s spent.

“Wo de tian a,” he mumbles as he slides to the floor with Kaylee still draped over him like a wet rag.

“Shiny,” she whispers in a sleepy voice.

Jayne guffaws with laughter then fastens his pants and slumps down next to Mal.

“Crew deck on Serenity ain’t exactly the best place for sexing,” says Mal good-naturedly.

“Now I ain’t certain you’re right on that point.” Jayne leers at him and licks his lips. “'Cause that was the best gorram sexing I’ve had me in a while.”

“All the same I reckon you oughta keep it away from public eyes. River eyes especially.”

A calloused hand clamps down over Mal’s and all of a sudden he’s reliving the feel of that rough palm pulling at his cock.

“You oughta or we oughta?” asks Jayne.

And ain’t that a question for Mal to think over.

DONE