Feed Me To Stones

Feed Me To Stones
By Jeremy
Pairings: Mal/Jayne
Rating: This chapter is very NC-17
Summary: The tension between Jayne and Mal bubbles over. Post BDM, slightly AU, slash, smut.
Words: 2223

A/N: This was written for the Slash-A-Thon at the LJ community FireflySlash. Thanks to Thunder_Nari on LJ for the beta and notes.


Part 4

It was Mal who threw himself into Jayne, trying to find the taste he had prematurely dismissed. He ran his hands through Jayne’s silky hair, still moist from the shower. Jayne pulled him in hard and rubbed their bodies against each other, making Mal wriggle from the scraping of his chest hair. Taking Mal’s reaction as a good sign, Jayne reached an arm around his neck, holding him in possessively as their tongues clashed.

Until Mal’s jaw clicked again. Up to that point it was the adrenaline that had kept the pain at bay, but now it was back in full force. Unable to pull away, Mal moaned angrily, but that just seemed to drive Jayne wilder. Jayne continued his assault on Mal’s lips, sucking on them and allowing the vibrations that Mal’s moans created tickle his tongue. But it was beginning to hurt too much for Mal’s liking.

Mal’s right arm was pinned to his side in Jayne’s embrace, so he awkwardly snaked his left hand up the mans back and cupped the back of his head. His hand now in Jayne’s hair he twisted his fingers and pulled the larger mans head back. Jayne gasped in pain but chuckled, pleased. “Rough boy, ain’t’cha?”

“My jaw.” Mal protested. Jayne looked back down on him, almost apologetically.

“Ah hell,” he chided. “Other places I can kiss ‘sides the mouth.” With that he shoved Mal against the bed and onto his back, and straddled him. He burrowed his hands under Mal’s shirt again and began laying wet kisses up his stomach as he pushed it up. Up his stomach and to his chest, pausing to tease Mal’s nipples to give him time to pull off his shirt.

Mal tossed the shirt to the side and looked back down at Jayne, the man’s mischievous blue eyes watching back as he tongued the right nipple. Jayne nipped at it and lifted his head away, leaving a cool circle of wetness where his mouth was.

Mal gasped as Jayne dove into the crook of his neck. He worried for a moment that Jayne had already forgotten about the tenderness of his jaw. Fortunately Jayne moved delicately along, tracing Mal’s nape with his lips and tongue. Mal gasped again when he felt calloused fingers dig under the waist of his pants and slowly edge their way down.

He was panting now without being truly touched. Jayne moved his tongue past Mal’s shoulder and rounded down to his armpit, lifting Mal’s arm as he did. Mal held his arm behind his head, his eyes shut tight as Jayne squeezed his cock. With his free hand Mal began to awkwardly undo his pants, quickly undoing the button and zipper.

Taking the invitation Jayne lowered his head down to Mal’s crotch, rubbing his beard along the length of Mal’s torso as he went, causing Mal to tense and gasp. Mal took the initiative to shuck his pants, kicking them off the bed haphazardly.

His cock stood hard in Jayne’s hand. Mal pushed himself onto his elbows to watch. He became frustrated when Jayne just sat there, gently pulling on it with his hand and not a more interesting part of his anatomy. Mal was breathing hard and wanted some release. “You gonna get on with it?”

Jayne turned his head and looked up, resting his head on Mal’s thigh, smiling. He grabbed Mal’s hand and held it in his own, palm up, and softly— teasingly— traced letters. “Enn. Oh. Spells not yet.” He chuckled. Frustrated, Mal grabbed Jayne by the hair again and glared down at him.

“Why not?”

Jayne whipped his head away and stood, undoing his own pants and letting them drop. Mal noticed that Jayne’s cock angled slightly to the left and was a good deal larger than his own. He looked up, a sense of worry building up inside.

Jayne grabbed his pants and rummaged through his pocket. “Now, I know your jaw ain’t workin’ right at the moment, so don’t you worry none about that.” He smirked at Mal and switched to another pocket. “But I figure, hell, I did save his life, so I imagine he owes me one.”

Mal eyed him. So this is what he expected out of all that, that son of a bitch. Probably had it in mind the whole time. Everything always tended to have a price when it came to Jayne. Mal was certain that the whole time spent in the cave, Jayne was silently calculating the best price for repayment. That son of a bitch.

Jayne ignored Mal’s stare and pulled a small container out of his pants pocket. “Don’t worry about your delicate sensibilities. I ain’t about to do you any harm or anything.” He smirked. “I’m no blushing virgin.”

Jayne tugged on his dick as he set himself between Mal’s legs. Mal watched Jayne’s yīnjīng bounce and his heavy balls swinging as he got into a good position. Sitting back against his legs he unscrewed the top of the jar and, using a heaping two-fingers full, slicked himself up and down his shaft with the glistening gel. He scooped up another finger full and looked at Mal in the eye.

“I’m gonna give you one out on this. We can stop right now and--”

“No.” Mal stopped him short. He lifted his knees, exposing his hole to give Jayne easier access. He either paid up now, or Jayne would take it out of him another way. At least this way was favorable for both of them.

Jayne grinned, biting his lower lip devilishly.

Jayne toyed with him, swirling a finger around the outside of the ring and rubbing up and down his crevice, lightly at first then with some pressure. Mal shut his eyes tight, humming with pleasure. He gasped when Jayne took his rod, hand greased up, and began stroking him as Jayne continued his assault on Mal’s opening. If he were any less of a man Mal would have let go right then and there, but he wasn’t about to give Jayne the pleasure of gloating right.

Mal lowered his hand to stop Jayne from stroking him but was again unprepared for the larger man’s lightening reflexes. Before Mal had a chance to realize what was going on he found his hands held over his head in Jayne’s vice-like grip, the other man laying firmly atop him. Jayne’s face was again directly over him, grinning. He was between Mal’s legs sliding his manhood back and forth over Mal’s.

“That’s not fair.” Mal mewled, mouth agape.

Jayne dipped his head down and playfully licked Mal’s lips. “Bìzuǐ.”

Mal obliged and bit his lip as Jayne lowered one hand, keeping Mal’s arms firmly planted overhead with the other, and grabbed hold of his fleshy rear. “Lift.” Jayne ordered again, easing himself onto his knees so that Mal could bring his hips higher. Jayne wrapped his free arm under Mal’s leg and supported his weight.

Without a word Jayne angled the head of his dick to align with Mal’s hole. Breathing heavier he looked Mal in the eyes and slowly began to push in. Mal’s eyes went wide, surprised by the girth. Jayne kept his half-shut eyes on Mal’s as he inched his way in, deeper and deeper until he was in to the hilt. Both men sat there for a moment with their eyes shut, minds empty outside of pleasure.

Then Jayne began to pump. Slowly at first, giving Mal time to fully adjust. But soon he was going faster, and pumping hard. His balls smacked against Mal with audible wet slaps.

Mal was surprised when he realized that he was the one moaning. The sound was there for a while in his throat, but up until he opened his mouth and it came out full force did he realize that it was him. He opened his eyes and looked up at Jayne, hoping to signal him for a kiss. But Jayne kept his head down, watching himself pump into Mal. He grunted and groaned, pumped and to Mal’s pleasure twisted.

Eventually Jayne looked up at Mal, his eyes dark with lust and his face red from hard work. Through heavy breaths he said something to Mal that was incomprehensible. Then he punched Mal in the stomach.

Mal wasn’t sure what happened at first, and moreover he wasn’t sure if it hurt or confused him more. But it seemed to do something for Jayne that was driving him insane. He moaned and threw his head back. He brought his hand up again and slapped him on the stomach, less hard, but still causing Mal to tense up. Again Jayne threw his head back and began pumping more ferociously.

It then dawned on Mal that so far he had been playing a passive role in this humping, just allowing Jayne to bang away at him. What Jayne was looking for was a bit of assertiveness on Mal’s part. So Mal obliged by tensing up his muscles again. Jayne was now groaning long and incoherently, sliding in and out of him. Mal continued to clench his muscles then relax, each time sending the larger man into a frenzy.

He could see that Jayne was about ready to explode. The man’s face was red, and his eyes were wild when he looked at Mal. Mal smirked and squeezed one more time, this time keeping tight around Jayne’s shaft inside of him. Jayne began to practically hyperventilate, the hand he used to hold Mal’s arms overhead was squeezing tighter and tighter.

Jayne pulled out of Mal and grabbed himself in hand. He threw his head back as he began to feverishly work himself, the groaning becoming more guttural. Then in a series of violent spazzms and breathy yelps he shot his load over Mal’s stomach and chest, getting as far as his chin. It seemed to go on for a long time before it subsided into less violent spazzms and his hand became lax around Mal’s arms.

Mal kept his arms in place, allowing Jayne this moment of dominance. But he needed some release himself, that much was certain. He cleared his throat and bucked his hips upward.

Jayne looked up into Mal’s eyes and grinned lustfully. With a graceful motion he let go of Mal’s arm and lowered his head over Mal’s leaking prick. He worked his arms under Mal’s legs and lifted his hip, angling his mouth over Mal’s twitching cock and swallowed it whole.

He worked his head up and down, moaning and humming as he went. Occasionally he would open his mouth to breath in sharply, the feeling of rushing air did something to Mal he couldn’t describe even if his mind were capable.

Jayne skillfully worked his tongue up and down the underside and nipped with his lips at the foreskin, pulling it back as he dove back down. He swirled his tongue around as his lips bobbed up and down.

But it was the hands rubbing over Mal’s body that felt the best. Jayne searched him, his calloused hands touching sensitive areas not used to caress. It was the hands swirling through his pubes that brought him over the edge.

Mal gasped and bucked, thrusting into Jayne’s mouth. He gripped the sheet on the bed while incoherently mumbling a string of Chinese curses. He could feel Jayne swallowing it all, his lips held tight around the head.

After a few moments it was over, but Mal kept his eyes screwed tightly shut. He was gasping for air. His mind was in a jumble. It took a moment for him to realize that Jayne was now licking up his belly, occasionally licking up his own cum as he went.

When he reached Mal’s chest he perked his eyes up before gently going in for a kiss. Mal now had a taste for this memory, even if it was slightly bitter it was an amazing taste nonetheless.

Jayne pulled back, rolled off the bed and lay on the floor with his arms spread. Both men remained silent for a good long time. Mal wished Jayne would come lie down with him, fall asleep next to him, but didn’t know how to ask. Not that the man would, anyhow.

As if reading Mal’s mind, Jayne picked himself off the floor and stood over Mal, his face slack with exhaustion. He coughed and said in a low voice, “You should probably take a shower.” With that he began to pull on his pants.

Mal sat up, looking on as the man who just did all those things to him climbed up the ladder and was out of the bunk, without so much as looking back. Mal furrowed his eyebrows and continued staring, not sure what else to do. So, he took Jayne’s advice and got himself clean.

Walking back from the shower he bumped Kaylee, a wolfish grin on her lips. “I don’t think Simon would approve of that particular uses of your newly fixed jaw, Captain.” She said before casually walking on. Mal ignored her jab and made it all the way back to his bunk without any further incidences.

Trying to ignore the smells of recent sex, he changed the sheet on his bed and laid down. Before long he was heavily asleep.