Breaking Jayne

Title: Breaking Jayne
Author: Mightbeme
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Mal/ Jayne
Rating: NC17
Archive: Free to good home, so yes.
Disclaimer: Not mine *which is soooo unfair* they belong to Joss (who is God)
Warnings: There is sex
Notes: Thank you to Den for the beta *hugs*

Breaking Jayne

“Make somethin’ up, don’t tell ‘em what I did.”

Now it had come to this.

Mal’s stuck on the stairs, listening to Jayne’s voice crackling though the hand held. Less than ten seconds ago he was ready to cut his losses with Jayne, let him take a ride out in the atmo, and be done with him.

But now he just don’t know.

Jayne’s in the airlock, so close to dieing it ain’t funny, and Mal’s thinking hard.

“Make something’ up, don’t tell ‘em what I did.”

Jayne’s words bounce around like an echo in Mal’s head.

Deep inside Mal thinks, maybe, just maybe, this weren’t all Jayne’s fault.

See he’d never looked any further than the surface with Jayne. He let himself get sidetracked by Simon’s pretty face and River’s neediness. Knows in his heart that it’s not really Jayne’s fault, it’s his for dodging his responsibilities, for not getting round to finishing Jayne’s schooling. Sick waves roll though Mal’s stomach as he leaned over and hit the button to close the door. It’s intensified by the lines of relief etched in Jayne’s face pressed hard up against the plexiglass.

He can’t let Jayne think he’s got away with it though.

“The next time you decide to stab me in the back, have the guts to do it to my face.”

Jayne’s eyes are wide, shocked, shaken to the core; he’s been pulled up hard and knows it. Mal walks away, shaken as well, knows he’s got some work to do now. Don’t know if he can rebuild the trust that he had in Jayne, but maybe he’s willing to try.

See Jayne’s been with him awhile, not as long as Zoe, cause no one’s been with him that long, but longer than most others. He was dirty, flea ridden and smelt like he’d never touched a bar of soap in his life when he’d come aboard, no manners to speak of, and Mal hadn’t slept too well to start with.
Thing was, Jayne reminded Mal of a stallion he’d once had back on his ma’s ranch. He’d come across the big black with his herd of mares up in the hills and had caught him. Course Mal’s ma had wanted to shoot the bronco on account of all the ruckus he’d stirred up when Mal brought him back to the ranch. But Mal had been dead set on breaking the ornery horse and his ma had agreed to let him try. Taming the horse had been a challenge the younger Mal hadn’t backed away from, and in the end he’d won.
Now from the time Jayne had set foot on Serenity, Mal had found himself using what he knew to try and gentle the mercenary.

Jayne had the same kinda wildness in him as the bronc had, it wasn’t a bad thing, he just needed a gentle hand and a firm grip. With the stallion he’d let the horse get used to him, stood in the corral with a bucket of feed, waiting for hunger to overcome fear. He’d used similar tactics to gentle Jayne, let him get used to being around folks again. Get him accustomed to the scents and sounds of folks who cared about each other, family. Course it weren’t easy, the big mercenary had been jumpy for the longest time, his hand never far from his gun. So Mal made it a rule that guns weren’t welcome at the dinner table and after that it got a slight bit easier. Jayne got used to the crew and they got used to him. He stopped carrying a gun everywhere, though Mal knew he had a few secreted around the ship in accessible places, but he no longer watched every move the crew made. He started to relax.

Then Mal had worried for a while that he’d have to warn Jayne off the women on board but it never became necessary. Zoe was Mal’s second and could likely kill Jayne quicker’n he could blink so that weren’t no problem. Jayne accepted Zoe as his equal straight up, and since Wash belonged to Zoe, well that meant he merited the same respect she did in his eyes. Kaylee now, she took one look at Jayne and just plum treated him like he was her big brother. Made Mal wonder if’n Jayne did indeed have a sister some where’s cause he took to that like a duck to water. Kaylee easily managed to wind Jayne around her little finger. She was big on huggin’, and she’d often sprawl over whoever was in her way on the big couch in the crew quarters. She was the first one Jayne allowed to touch him and soon after him and Zoe brushing shoulders in the companionways wouldn’t make him flinch away. He even smiled when Wash would good-naturedly slap him on the shoulder when they got to telling jokes.

Inara was a whole other horse of a different colour. Her touches were infrequent, barely there brushes, and she seemed more wary that he’d take any touch on her part as an invitation of sorts. But she did smile at him a little more, still haughty but at least accepting. Of all the crew Jayne surely did find her attractive, but he also found her distant and unapproachable. She was high class and he knew it. Didn’t stop him from trying to take her down a peg or two occasionally, but she always managed to put him in his place with barely any effort.

Mal himself was a tactile person, but he held back until Jayne became comfortable enough to touch him first. It had happened a ways after Jayne had joined them, in a deal that had gone wrong from the moment they’d set down on that godforsaken rock. Jayne and Mal had been ambushed, they took cover behind some boulders, back to back, and Mal knew there’d been some trust involved in Jayne just doing that. The warmth of Jayne’s body behind him had steadied Mal and they’d managed to hold off their attackers till Wash brought Serenity in close enough to pick them up. Safe on the ship Mal had thrown an arm around Jayne’s shoulders, pleased when the bigger man made no move to dislodge it.
Seemed like from then on Jayne weren’t so ornery, things settled down into a pattern of sorts and Mal knew he could rely on Jayne to do as he ordered. It had taken a year or two but Jayne cleaned up real nice, he washed everyday and his clothes were worn but clean. He laughed and joked with the others, the crew accepted him and they became family.

Life was simple, get a job, keep flying, make sure he and his were all right.

Then his life changed.

New people, Simon and River Tam and the shepherd Book arrived and things, changed. Mal knew now that he should have paid more attention to Jayne from the moment they’d taken on these passengers. Sure’n he’d heard Jayne ranting about turning in the Tams and chalked it up to greed, too busy trying to come to terms with the problems involved with keeping the newcomers aboard. He should have remembered, a horse don’t generally try to buck you off unless there’s something wrong. They just don’t got no other way to let you know what’s going on.

Jayne bucked real hard, and Mal didn’t see it for what it rightly were. Now they had this mess to work through.

“The next time you decide to stab me in the back, have the guts to do it to my face.” Harsh words Mal knows, but necessary.

It seems to take awhile before Jayne’s comfortable around him, seems he’s down right everlastingly aware of his captain and his moods. This time round though, Jayne limits himself to silent stares and an earnest desire to ride out Mal’s mistrust in him. Though he won’t take the blame for everything that happens, like when River finds a way to his guns and Mal takes exception to it.

“Let’s move this conversation in a ‘not- Jayne’s- fault direction,’” being his plea, trying hard to stand his ground as Mal leans into his personal space, voice low and menacing.

“Is that the direction you want this conversation to go in?”

It seems to Mal like maybe there’s some spirit left there after all, but he’s not quite sure. He sees the shame flare in Jayne’s eyes as he visibly struggles with himself. Jayne looks away, making his point quietly.

“Just don’t wanna take a lashing for something that I aint the cause of.”

Mal’s feeling grim. He’s still a mite angry with himself and he knows he’s taking it out on Jayne. If he can’t get by this soon he’s gonna have to cut the big man free, leave him planet side somewhere. There’s an ache in him at that thought. Life without Jayne, it’s not a pleasant notion.

Once again there’s trouble and this time Jayne’s not to blame; they manage to rid themselves of the bounty hunter and keep River. Simon manages to get himself shot, but Zoe proves to be an able doctor under his supervision and patches him up just fine.

Things settle.

Mal knows Simon and Jayne slide into the beginnings of, well friendship may be too strong a word, but they tolerate each other. Over time they’ll get there. River teases Jayne unmercifully about his name, and Mal smiles to himself as Jayne takes it, for the most part with a certain dignity. The two spend time together and after awhile the teasing is just teasing, and Jayne finds it in himself to tease back.
Two sisters now, little Kaylee and River.

The tension in the ship slides away, though Mal’s aware of Zoe’s perceptive glances, of Kaylee’s innocent nudges to push him and Jayne together, to make nice as she says. The others may not know the whys or wherefores about the Captain and Jayne’s falling out but they can feel the rift. Mal takes to smiling at Jayne more, friendly like, feeling the thaw inside when Jayne smiles back before he ducks his head; the bigger man’s expression hopeful but still a mite wary.

Serenity’s calm, floating through the verse, and Mal decides it’s time to take the reins.

Stepping onto the platform above the cargo bay, Mal leans against the railing and watches silently as Jayne lifts weights. He’s so invested in watching the sweat that runs down over Jayne’s glistening skin that he doesn’t hear Inara until she speaks softly in his ear.

“He loves you, did you know that, Mal?”

Mal shivers and remains where he stands, watching Jayne’s muscles bunch and relax as pushes into another repetition. His voice is just as soft as Inara’s, his words carefully chosen.

“What makes you say that?”

“No one that didn’t love you would take the gou shi you’ve been dishing out, Mal.”

Mal starts, his head whipping round to stare into Inara’s amused eyes. She lays a gentle finger on his lips stopping the flow of words ready to spill out.

“You love him too, we all see that, Mal.” She laughs softly at his wide-eyed expression, it’s not often she gets one up on him.

“Do something about it before Wash opens a betting pool on it.”

Mal’s stunned and Inara kisses him on the cheek, whirling away in a cloud of perfume and silk, leaving him standing on the platform with her words ringing in his ears. He glances down into the cargo bay; Jayne’s watching him, a closed expression on his face. Mal follows Jayne’s glance towards Inara’s shuttle door before he realises that Jayne’s just seen Inara kiss him.

“Guai.” When he looks back Jayne’s disappeared, and Mal moves, sprints for the stairs and follows in Jayne’s wake. The door to Jayne’s bunk is closed and Mal overrides the codes, pushing it open and sliding down the ladder.

“Captain,” Jayne’s angry, facing him from the other side of the ladder rungs, “don’t you have an appointment?” The words are all but spit out at him and Mal decides that caution isn’t the better part of valour.

“Oh, you mean with Inara, nope, she ain’t the one that I want.” Mal moved around the ladder to take a step into the small room. “However she did just remind me that I should spend some time with you. You got a problem with that?”

Jayne frowned, his brow furrowed as he tried to figure out what his captain was up to.

“No.” Mal kept moving into his personal space and Jayne soon found himself backed up against the wall. “Umm Mal, what are you doing?”

“I ever tell you about the ranch?” Mal’s hand moved to cup Jayne’s shoulder squeezing slightly before trailing downward.

“Where you grew up? Yeah sure, you worked it with your ma,” Jayne answered absently, more interested in following the slow progress of Mal’s hand over his skin.

“I broke horses.” Jayne listened and nodded, still watching Mal’s fingers slide over his elbow and descend toward his wrist.

“You remind me of a horse I broke once.” Mal caught Jayne’s eyes as his head jerked up watching as Jayne’s eyes widened. “A big black stallion.”

“Oh.” There was silence for a moment as Jayne gathered himself to ask.

“You want to break me, Mal?” Jayne looked hurt, his expression resigned, his voice rough.
Mal caught Jayne’s hand in his, leaning forward to whisper in his ear.

“You don’t have to break a horse with cruelty, Jayne,” He paused as Jayne sucked in a quick breath. “I do it with respect and love.”

“Oh” Jayne trembled and Mal moved closer pressing his body into the bigger man’s frame. He took Jayne’s hands and moved them to rest on his hips, letting Mal slide his arms up around Jayne’s neck. Foreheads touched together gently, and Mal spoke softly again as he tried not to spook Jayne.

“I’m sorry for the way I acted, I didn’t listen, didn’t pay enough attention to you and what happened on Ariel was just as much my fault as yours.”

Jayne’s breath hitched a little and Mal could see glistening moisture in dark eyes hastily blinked away. Jayne seemed lost, that such a seemingly hard man could be so easily hurt by both words and actions pained Mal. The captain knew he needed a distraction so he smiled to himself and brushed against Jayne’s hard body. Big strong hands tightened on Mal’s hips, stilling the restless movement and letting Jayne take control. Mal caught the lusty gleam in Jayne’s eyes a moment before his lips were taken in an almost bruising kiss.

“Mmmppphhh.” Mal’s surprised yelp morphed into a muffled moan as Jayne’s mouth gentled, his tongue sliding in to map new territory.

They broke apart, Mal, slightly dazed now and Jayne, grinning at him like all his Christmases had come at once.

“You wanna ride me now?”

Mal’s glazed expression cleared instantly followed by a heartfelt “Hell yes.”

They tumbled to the bunk, shirts all but torn off by eager hands. Mal’s mouth found Jayne’s neck, closing over the thundering pulse, sucking hard on the salty skin. Jayne arched beneath him, the hands on his hips holding him firmly as they rubbed together.

“Ohhh, yesu Mal,yes.” Jayne groaned and bucked as Mal’s hands slid between them to undo their flies. Mal sat back pulling Jayne’s pants over his hips, and stripping them from his legs. Jayne pushed himself up on his elbows and Mal licked his lips his eyes roamed over the sleekly muscled form. Jayne’s chest was wide and liberally sprinkled with dark curling hair. A well-defined stomach rippled with muscles, lean hips and strong thighs that made Mal’s mouth positively water. The silky steel shaft that arched over Jayne’s belly was in proportion to the rest of his body and Mal reached out a shaking hand towards it, almost hesitant to finally touch.

Two sets of eyes locked as Mal’s fingers found the wetness leaking from the tip, and brought the coated digits up to slide into his mouth.

“Ummm,” Mal tasted Jayne’s strong and slightly bitter flavour exploding on his tongue and he moaned in appreciation.

“Oh, god!” Jayne shuddered at the sight of Mal shirtless, pants undone, the tip of his long dick framed by the light material. His control was threatened by the pleasure Mal was taking in tasting him. Jayne panted as Mal smiled and shucked his pants, tossing them to the floor.

“Mal, I ain’t gonna last if you keep that up.” Jayne drew his knees up as Mal moved back between them, spreading Jayne’s thighs wide he leaned down and whispered against the soft skin.

“First times always go fast.” Mal smiled as he felt Jayne shiver and planted a quick kiss on the quivering skin under his mouth. “We got plenty of time for more.”

Mal’s tongue reached out and curled around Jayne’s balls, hefting the heavy sack and sliding over the wrinkled skin. Wet trails glistened, and Mal had to hold Jayne’s thighs down as he blew softly over the tortured skin. He felt Jayne’s heavy hands on his head and smilingly licked a path to the base of the towering cock. Strong hands slid to the crease of Jayne’s hips and spread him out further, framing his objective.

Jayne moaned deep in his chest as Mal’s mouth closed around his shaft. His bucking hips were held down as Mal’s lips slid over his length, taking more and more into his throat. Halfway and Mal slid up, flicking his tongue over the tip, suckling deeply and revelling in the hands that had now clutched at his head. He smiled briefly letting the head escape his lips before reaching out with his tongue to draw it back into the moist heat of his mouth. Mal bobbed up and down, each time going further, until he felt Jayne’s cock at the back of his throat and swallowed around the head.

He couldn’t help the satisfied grin that spread around the shaft in his mouth; Jayne’s strangled scream echoed as he came hard. Swallowing became his priority and Mal deftly dealt with the pulsing stream; he finally raised his head, letting the softened cock fall back onto Jayne’s stomach.

Almost smugly, Mal licked his lips and looked at his lover. Jayne sprawled on his back, and the quick panted breaths started to slow under the captain’s watchful gaze. Jayne reached out and curled blunt fingers around Mal’s neck and hauled him in close. Surprisingly, the kiss was softer, sweeter than he expected, and Mal found his mouth thoroughly explored. In Mal’s mind it all came down to this, this depth and sweetness he knew was hidden in Jayne. Mal braced himself on his hands and knees, and kissed Jayne back for all he was worth. When one of Jayne’s large hands crept up and wrapped around Mal’s dick, he gasped and pushed himself into the tight grip. Jayne’s other hand reached behind the curtain to dip into the oil he kept for cleaning his guns. Jayne lifted his leg, his slick fingers reaching around to slide into his puckered entrance, stretching himself for his captain’s pleasure.

“You sure about this, Jayne?” Mal’s voice was tight, his body tense as Jayne stroked him, the calluses on his hand sending little prickles of pleasure through his body. Jayne smiled and his hand moved away, and Mal nearly groaned at the loss. He settled back on his haunches, but then Jayne was pushing himself up with one hand, bringing his lips to Mal’s and brushing another sweet kiss there.

“I want to feel you.” Jayne’s hand circled Mal’s erection again; “I want to feel this.” Mal gasped as Jayne squeezed him, slicking him in oil. Mal was rearranged as Jayne’s legs lifted to his shoulders; he slid his slick cock in the crease of Jayne’s hip, revelling in the softness of the skin there. Jayne lay back and Mal reached over to grab a pillow and pushed it under Jayne’s solid hips, holding him up. Mal dragged his cock down over heated skin, watching as Jayne’s breath started to pant, his spent dick swelling slightly in anticipation.

Mal breached Jayne slowly, carefully, gently, knowing that he was more than likely Jayne’s first, and if he was not the first ever than the first in what was likely a good long while. Trust was what he saw in Jayne’s eyes before they slid shut, and Mal stopped at the tightening of Jayne’s features. He didn’t want to cause pain, he waited, then pulled back, smiling reassuringly as Jayne clutched at him. He slid back in an inch and then out, then in a little further, slowly but surely making his way into Jayne’s core. Finally buried, he had to hang his head, the slow burning fire inside Jayne’s body had melted away all resistance.

“Oh God, move gorram it, give it to me, Mal,” Jayne’s desperate plea reached Mal through the haze of pleasure. Slick wet heat gripped him so tight it was almost painful to move again. But he had to move, the urge to fuck, to thrust, to connect to Jayne in the most basic and primal of ways seized him. Mal shifted slightly forward and rolled his hips, grinding against Jayne’s sweet spot till the big man was nearly howling. Mal leaned down and kissed Jayne open mouthed and sloppy, his hand running up the back of Jayne’s leg in a soft caress. Then he started in earnest, pulling back to slam into Jayne’s ass, provoking deeper moans. He moved hard and fast, giving Jayne the ride of his life, watching as Jayne’s cock twitched and lengthened, until it was hard and bouncing between them. Jayne reached for his own cock but Mal grabbed his hands, pinning them to the bed beside Jayne’s head, their fingers laced together.

Jayne’s whimper of protest died on his lips when Mal leaned forward, using his new position to trap Jayne’s cock, giving him the friction he so desperately craved.

“Oh fuck.” The ache built up in Jayne until he arched and bucked under Mal, his cock spewing come over their stomachs as Mal continued to pound into him. He floated limp and boneless, the only thing he was aware of was the friction in his ass as Mal moaned and thrust, dripping sweat and coming deep inside Jayne’s body.

Still connected, Mal slumped onto Jayne with an exhausted thud, twitches of lightning still racing up and down his spine. Their hands disengaged and Jayne’s arms came up to circle Mal’s waist, stroking the sweaty skin of his back while he waited for coherent words to form again.

“S’good Jayne?”

Mal could feel Jayne’s smile and the rumble of a chuckle echoing through the chest under his cheek.

“Better’n good, Mal.”

Mal turned his head, seeing Jayne’s grin and planting another lingering kiss on those lush lips. He felt his words making sense in his head now, and pulled away to look in Jayne’s eyes.

“You belong to me Jayne, as I do to you. We’re not just lovers, we’re partners.”

Jayne cocked his head and smiled wickedly.

“Shi ma, so..” Jayne rolled them till he lay between Mal’s legs. “Does that mean it’s my turn to ride?”


The End