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1 through F › Firefly
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,753
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Firefly, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Make Something Up
Make Something Up
Disclaimer- These characters belong to Joss and Mutant Enemy, maybe Fox or Universal too, anyways they don't belong to me, no offense is intended and no money is being made, just a bit of honest fun.
Summary- M/M. Homemade wine, angst and some boy on boy action.
Chapter 1
“Make sum’n up…
“Don’t tell em what ah did.”
Now it was possible Captain Reynolds was being taken for a fool, it happened, but he was finding himself believing his crewman’s apology. He’d swung through rage and hurt in the last hour, and back to rage again but as he neared the bottom of one of Kaylee’s finest home wines, there was only a deep and tired sense of resignation. He didn’t know why he’d expected more of Jayne, when he’d hired him it had only been in order to have him betray his compadres. Jayne was like a big child who had to be watched all the time lest he go messing with the stove and tip scalding beans all over hisself. Mal snorted at the analogy and took another swig of the toxic liquor.
He was going to be in need of another bottle from the kitchen soon and pondered whether he’d stop by the cargo bay as he went; he was still trying to weigh the pros and cons and the possible dangers when he found himself stood at the foot of the stairway with a fresh bottle in one hand and the fist of the other on the control panel.
“Oh, this is gonna go well,” he sighed and shook his head but carried on in through the opening hatch.
* * *
Jayne sat curled against the wall in the left hand corner; his burly arms wrapped around his shins to minimise the shivers that jerked his body. While not as cold here as it was outside there was generally no call to waste fuel heating an airlock, so the only warmth was what had found its way in from the outside and from the main body of the ship back on Ariel 5 hours ago.
The captain uncorked the bottle and lifted Jayne’s head to splash some of the burning liquid on his blue lips. The eyes were pinched and blurry, but there was recognition and locking his arms around the big man’s chest Mal managed to ease him up to rest against the wall, where he leant forward on him for a moment to regain his strength and prevent the leaden body from sliding to the floor again.
Shifting his neck under Jayne’s shoulder and pulling on his arm to maintain some balance Mal lurched for the cargo area. He knew he ought to take the patient to the infirmary, it would be one hell of a lot easier to get the enormous mercenary there too, but then the Doc might have some questions as to why his hero had been trapped in an airlock ever since they got back from the heist. No way Mal felt up to that conversation tonight.
Slowly they made their way up the metal stairs and gradually, as the feeling came back to Jayne’s legs (along with the burning pain), he was able to take more of his own weight and they proceeded a little faster.
Mal kicked open the hatchway to Jayne’s bunk and stood back to allow the other man to the ladder. Jayne had been chugging on the bottle since the circulation had returned to his fingers; he now passed it back and reached for the top rung, tentatively sliding one foot then the other onto the ladder. He made it to the next rung before something spasmed and he tumbled to land in a tousled heap on the floor of his room.
* * *
Lying there on the floor Jayne decided not to bother trying to get up, it probably wouldn’t work and ‘sides he was kinda liking having the Captain’s strong arms round him, he’d even managed to subtly cop a feel of his butt on the way up. In his delirium he almost forgot his betrayal, his shame, his fear when he thought Mal would flush him and the pain of freezing his balls off in that cold metal cell.
He hadn’t believed he would be left to die there, he knew Mal well enough to know that if he were going to kill him he would have let him be sucked out of the ship to go pop in the sky above Ariel. But as the hours went by and the hurting became unbearable all he could think was “Mal’s coming back for me, Mal aint gonna let me die...” until his dry eyes crusted with frozen tears and, all context forgotten his fevered brain chanted silently “Mal’s coming for me.”
* * *
Looking down on the fallen man Captain Reynolds considered whether he’d done him any lasting damage, or if it was just the effect of a fair amount of alcohol hitting his weakened system. Considering he was pretty sure Jayne had grabbed his pee-goo whilst pretending to fall before he suspected that the alcohol was playing some part in the matter.
Despite his exaggerated masculinity Jayne was right pretty when you thought about it, beneath the rough stubble were fine features and such shiny eyes as to make a man go weak at the knees- but maybe that was just the fortified wine. Mal pondered on the difficulty of growing up on a backwater moon with a name like Jayne, reckoned he wasn’t always big enough to pull it off. It was no wonder he had learnt to be harsh and crude and to look out for hisself above others. Mal vaguely remembered an ancient earth-that-was folk song along the same lines. He found himself imagining a lanky teenage Jayne, would have shot up to his impressive height before his companions but without the layers of muscle to solidify his frame… Mal chuckled to himself and stepped over the body to sit on the bed.
“ I aint pickin’ you up, I know you can move yourself and ‘sides I think you may have injured my spine.”
“Aw hell, Mal. Was worth a try anyway.”
“Also I’m concerned you might try and molest me again.”
“That why you’re sittin’ there on my bunk then Cap’n?” Jayne eased himself up, it was still difficult and painful, but he could manage unaided. He sat on the bunk and swung his stiff legs behind Mal to lie down. Still sitting on the edge of the bed Mal passed him the bottle and looked down at the floor.
“I’m thinking we need to have a little talk.”
Jayne grimaced and took a pull of the acrid liquid.
“Didn’t we already do that?” The pleasant haze of his near death experience and rescue had faded and now Jayne felt all the sick ashamedness he had after their previous ‘talk’. At least this time he had a bottle of something warm and comforting in his hands.
“I can’t always be wondering when you’re gonna stray Jayne, whether you’re gonna be working for or against me and my crew. I’ve taken each an every one of them under my protection, you as well, but how am I gonna do my job if one of my own is the one I gotta be watching? Got enough troubles without you being one of them… I’m just too gorram tired of all this Jayne…”
Jayne clenched his jaw and took a drink. He could deal with being hit with a wrench, hell he could deal with being flushed into space but he didn’t know how to deal with the captain getting all confessional on him. He guessed this was the point where someone like Kaylee would put her arms round the captain’s bowed shoulders and tell him everything would be ok. Now Jayne wasn’t a man who was afraid of a little friendly contact, he was as free with his embraces as he was with his bullets, but Mal certainly wouldn’t want to be touched by the man who’d just betrayed him so wretchedly. Everything about Mal’s demeanour told Jayne to hold him and soothe away the pain and yet he couldn’t bring himself to. He decided to settle for the next best thing.
“Mal, I aint no good with words, you know that… guess I aint much good with actions neither- always do seem to do the wrong thing… but I don’t want you to be troubled by me, you don’t gotta carry the responsibility for every dumb thing someone on this boat does… if you ask me to… I’ll leave Serenity next port, but if you don’t… well I aint expecting you to trust me, but I believe I won’t ever do nuthin like this again… never knew I could feel this sick with myself, and I want to make it up to you… if’n you’ll let me…”
* * *
There was silence during which Jayne’s voice echoed in his head, sounding flat and distant, he couldn’t quite remember what he’d said but he hoped he’d got the sentiment across, because all he felt right now was an aching desire for Mal’s approval, for him to smile, say it was alright, say anything…
“Now you gotta say sumin’,”
“Yeah, I do…” Mal looked behind him to where his mercenary was sitting propped against the pillows and met his gaze for the first time since entering the room. His eyes crinkled and his lips pursed into a half smile. “For all your denyin’ you got a pretty mouth on you.”
Jayne’s forehead creased and his whole face took on the aspect of a child trying to multiply two very large numbers.
“What you sayin’?” he asked; unsure whether Mal was talking about his speech or if he’d just said he had a pretty mouth. Either was good, but what happened next might depend upon which it was.
“I’m saying… I aint going to ask you to leave my boat, so long as you don’t ask me to leave your bunk.”
Jayne’s perplexed expression melted and reformed itself into a lascivious leer as he leaned forward, grabbed a chunk of Mal’s shirt and pulled him in for a long, hard kiss.
Chapter 2
“Now that there sounds like blackmail to me Cap’n, you askin’ for sexual favour’s in return for passage- don’t see you askin’ none a the others for that,” Jayne was feeling much more confident now that he had been forgiven, and was smirking all over his big face (his left hand snakes under suspenders and slides over a muscular shoulder).
“Maybe I do ‘n’ you just aint seen it,” (Mal tugs Jayne’s t-shirt out from his pants and flattens his hand against the hot smooth surface of his belly, tufts of hair form a pathway down to his fly, which is undone with a flick of expert fingers.) “Shepherd was particularly obligin’.”
“Ha…” Jayne throws his head back in snort of mirth which turns into a gasp as Mal’s hand probes further into his pants, “that’s just plain wrong bringin’ up the preacher at a time like this…” (Mal’s shirt is hanging around his wrists now and Jayne bends to lick up the length of his breastbone before concentrating his attentions on one nipple then the other. He is interrupted by his own t-shirt being pulled over his face, and when it’s clear finds his mouth caught again in a leisurely kiss during which the two men lazily explore each other’s mouths and revel in the contact between their naked sweaty torsos.)
Mal is the first to break contact and stands up to slowly strip off his pants and boxers, bending to give the man on the bed a nice look at his perfectly round ass and kneels to pull off Jayne’s heavy trainers.
“Whoa, aint that a manly stench,” he exclaims making a show of mock disgust as he removes the socks Jayne’s been wearing for the past week.
Unembarrassed Jayne chuckles as he lifts his ass to scoot down his pants, “Now Zoë, don’t see her payin’ you in kind, nor you suggestin’ it if you wanted to keep your balls intact… which I see, hmm, are…”
“They come as a package, her ‘n’ Wash,” says Mal with a quirk of an eyebrow as he pushes the big mercenary back onto the bed and climbs atop of him, “which can be fun too, now you gonna quit your yappin’ and let me fuck you?”
“Well seein’ as you asked me so nice,” Jayne reaches over to the drawer beside the bunk and pulls out a tube of lubricant, he pushes Mal back onto his knees and admires the fine figure of the captain, his engorged cock weeping as he writhes against Jayne’s own meaty piece like a bitch that’s just gotta touch something. He takes Mal’s cock in his now slick hands and start stroking, rubbing the lube over every inch and teasing the slit at the end with his thumb until he can’t bear it any more.
“Come on,” he growls, “fuck me now.”
Mal leans forward and presses the slick head of his cock against Jayne’s tense asshole and gasps as Jayne grabs his ass and pulls him in in one swift motion, unable to contain himself he starts pounding the tight hole, watching the other man’s face to see when he hits the right spot. There. Jayne’s head wrenches back and he grunts again and again as Mal hits his prostate and sends waves of ecstasy to his throbbing cock, he lifts his legs and wraps them around the captain’s back to open himself up completely to him, and he wonders why he ever thought he could betray this beautiful man- and why they haven’t done this a hell of a lot sooner.
Mal looks down on the man beneath him and feels the weight of the world slipping from his shoulders, he’s been fighting for too long, and suddenly it seems so easy, everything’s gonna be all right. And then he feels Jayne’s orgasm clenching his cock and the warm splash of it on his belly and he lets himself go.
Falling into Jayne’s neck he pounds his victory into the strong body until, spent, he is absorbed by the arms that hold him close and the lips that devour his face and mouth.
And he thinks to himself, why didn’t I do this a hell of a lot sooner?
Coda
Jayne smiles as he cradles the captain against his side, he’s not asleep yet but not far off. It occurs to Jayne that he’s never seen Mal look so relaxed and he gets a warm fuzzy glow all over that it was he who’d made it happen, and after he’d started the day so badly- its funny how things turn out.
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Disclaimer- These characters belong to Joss and Mutant Enemy, maybe Fox or Universal too, anyways they don't belong to me, no offense is intended and no money is being made, just a bit of honest fun.
Summary- M/M. Homemade wine, angst and some boy on boy action.
Chapter 1
“Make sum’n up…
“Don’t tell em what ah did.”
Now it was possible Captain Reynolds was being taken for a fool, it happened, but he was finding himself believing his crewman’s apology. He’d swung through rage and hurt in the last hour, and back to rage again but as he neared the bottom of one of Kaylee’s finest home wines, there was only a deep and tired sense of resignation. He didn’t know why he’d expected more of Jayne, when he’d hired him it had only been in order to have him betray his compadres. Jayne was like a big child who had to be watched all the time lest he go messing with the stove and tip scalding beans all over hisself. Mal snorted at the analogy and took another swig of the toxic liquor.
He was going to be in need of another bottle from the kitchen soon and pondered whether he’d stop by the cargo bay as he went; he was still trying to weigh the pros and cons and the possible dangers when he found himself stood at the foot of the stairway with a fresh bottle in one hand and the fist of the other on the control panel.
“Oh, this is gonna go well,” he sighed and shook his head but carried on in through the opening hatch.
* * *
Jayne sat curled against the wall in the left hand corner; his burly arms wrapped around his shins to minimise the shivers that jerked his body. While not as cold here as it was outside there was generally no call to waste fuel heating an airlock, so the only warmth was what had found its way in from the outside and from the main body of the ship back on Ariel 5 hours ago.
The captain uncorked the bottle and lifted Jayne’s head to splash some of the burning liquid on his blue lips. The eyes were pinched and blurry, but there was recognition and locking his arms around the big man’s chest Mal managed to ease him up to rest against the wall, where he leant forward on him for a moment to regain his strength and prevent the leaden body from sliding to the floor again.
Shifting his neck under Jayne’s shoulder and pulling on his arm to maintain some balance Mal lurched for the cargo area. He knew he ought to take the patient to the infirmary, it would be one hell of a lot easier to get the enormous mercenary there too, but then the Doc might have some questions as to why his hero had been trapped in an airlock ever since they got back from the heist. No way Mal felt up to that conversation tonight.
Slowly they made their way up the metal stairs and gradually, as the feeling came back to Jayne’s legs (along with the burning pain), he was able to take more of his own weight and they proceeded a little faster.
Mal kicked open the hatchway to Jayne’s bunk and stood back to allow the other man to the ladder. Jayne had been chugging on the bottle since the circulation had returned to his fingers; he now passed it back and reached for the top rung, tentatively sliding one foot then the other onto the ladder. He made it to the next rung before something spasmed and he tumbled to land in a tousled heap on the floor of his room.
* * *
Lying there on the floor Jayne decided not to bother trying to get up, it probably wouldn’t work and ‘sides he was kinda liking having the Captain’s strong arms round him, he’d even managed to subtly cop a feel of his butt on the way up. In his delirium he almost forgot his betrayal, his shame, his fear when he thought Mal would flush him and the pain of freezing his balls off in that cold metal cell.
He hadn’t believed he would be left to die there, he knew Mal well enough to know that if he were going to kill him he would have let him be sucked out of the ship to go pop in the sky above Ariel. But as the hours went by and the hurting became unbearable all he could think was “Mal’s coming back for me, Mal aint gonna let me die...” until his dry eyes crusted with frozen tears and, all context forgotten his fevered brain chanted silently “Mal’s coming for me.”
* * *
Looking down on the fallen man Captain Reynolds considered whether he’d done him any lasting damage, or if it was just the effect of a fair amount of alcohol hitting his weakened system. Considering he was pretty sure Jayne had grabbed his pee-goo whilst pretending to fall before he suspected that the alcohol was playing some part in the matter.
Despite his exaggerated masculinity Jayne was right pretty when you thought about it, beneath the rough stubble were fine features and such shiny eyes as to make a man go weak at the knees- but maybe that was just the fortified wine. Mal pondered on the difficulty of growing up on a backwater moon with a name like Jayne, reckoned he wasn’t always big enough to pull it off. It was no wonder he had learnt to be harsh and crude and to look out for hisself above others. Mal vaguely remembered an ancient earth-that-was folk song along the same lines. He found himself imagining a lanky teenage Jayne, would have shot up to his impressive height before his companions but without the layers of muscle to solidify his frame… Mal chuckled to himself and stepped over the body to sit on the bed.
“ I aint pickin’ you up, I know you can move yourself and ‘sides I think you may have injured my spine.”
“Aw hell, Mal. Was worth a try anyway.”
“Also I’m concerned you might try and molest me again.”
“That why you’re sittin’ there on my bunk then Cap’n?” Jayne eased himself up, it was still difficult and painful, but he could manage unaided. He sat on the bunk and swung his stiff legs behind Mal to lie down. Still sitting on the edge of the bed Mal passed him the bottle and looked down at the floor.
“I’m thinking we need to have a little talk.”
Jayne grimaced and took a pull of the acrid liquid.
“Didn’t we already do that?” The pleasant haze of his near death experience and rescue had faded and now Jayne felt all the sick ashamedness he had after their previous ‘talk’. At least this time he had a bottle of something warm and comforting in his hands.
“I can’t always be wondering when you’re gonna stray Jayne, whether you’re gonna be working for or against me and my crew. I’ve taken each an every one of them under my protection, you as well, but how am I gonna do my job if one of my own is the one I gotta be watching? Got enough troubles without you being one of them… I’m just too gorram tired of all this Jayne…”
Jayne clenched his jaw and took a drink. He could deal with being hit with a wrench, hell he could deal with being flushed into space but he didn’t know how to deal with the captain getting all confessional on him. He guessed this was the point where someone like Kaylee would put her arms round the captain’s bowed shoulders and tell him everything would be ok. Now Jayne wasn’t a man who was afraid of a little friendly contact, he was as free with his embraces as he was with his bullets, but Mal certainly wouldn’t want to be touched by the man who’d just betrayed him so wretchedly. Everything about Mal’s demeanour told Jayne to hold him and soothe away the pain and yet he couldn’t bring himself to. He decided to settle for the next best thing.
“Mal, I aint no good with words, you know that… guess I aint much good with actions neither- always do seem to do the wrong thing… but I don’t want you to be troubled by me, you don’t gotta carry the responsibility for every dumb thing someone on this boat does… if you ask me to… I’ll leave Serenity next port, but if you don’t… well I aint expecting you to trust me, but I believe I won’t ever do nuthin like this again… never knew I could feel this sick with myself, and I want to make it up to you… if’n you’ll let me…”
* * *
There was silence during which Jayne’s voice echoed in his head, sounding flat and distant, he couldn’t quite remember what he’d said but he hoped he’d got the sentiment across, because all he felt right now was an aching desire for Mal’s approval, for him to smile, say it was alright, say anything…
“Now you gotta say sumin’,”
“Yeah, I do…” Mal looked behind him to where his mercenary was sitting propped against the pillows and met his gaze for the first time since entering the room. His eyes crinkled and his lips pursed into a half smile. “For all your denyin’ you got a pretty mouth on you.”
Jayne’s forehead creased and his whole face took on the aspect of a child trying to multiply two very large numbers.
“What you sayin’?” he asked; unsure whether Mal was talking about his speech or if he’d just said he had a pretty mouth. Either was good, but what happened next might depend upon which it was.
“I’m saying… I aint going to ask you to leave my boat, so long as you don’t ask me to leave your bunk.”
Jayne’s perplexed expression melted and reformed itself into a lascivious leer as he leaned forward, grabbed a chunk of Mal’s shirt and pulled him in for a long, hard kiss.
Chapter 2
“Now that there sounds like blackmail to me Cap’n, you askin’ for sexual favour’s in return for passage- don’t see you askin’ none a the others for that,” Jayne was feeling much more confident now that he had been forgiven, and was smirking all over his big face (his left hand snakes under suspenders and slides over a muscular shoulder).
“Maybe I do ‘n’ you just aint seen it,” (Mal tugs Jayne’s t-shirt out from his pants and flattens his hand against the hot smooth surface of his belly, tufts of hair form a pathway down to his fly, which is undone with a flick of expert fingers.) “Shepherd was particularly obligin’.”
“Ha…” Jayne throws his head back in snort of mirth which turns into a gasp as Mal’s hand probes further into his pants, “that’s just plain wrong bringin’ up the preacher at a time like this…” (Mal’s shirt is hanging around his wrists now and Jayne bends to lick up the length of his breastbone before concentrating his attentions on one nipple then the other. He is interrupted by his own t-shirt being pulled over his face, and when it’s clear finds his mouth caught again in a leisurely kiss during which the two men lazily explore each other’s mouths and revel in the contact between their naked sweaty torsos.)
Mal is the first to break contact and stands up to slowly strip off his pants and boxers, bending to give the man on the bed a nice look at his perfectly round ass and kneels to pull off Jayne’s heavy trainers.
“Whoa, aint that a manly stench,” he exclaims making a show of mock disgust as he removes the socks Jayne’s been wearing for the past week.
Unembarrassed Jayne chuckles as he lifts his ass to scoot down his pants, “Now Zoë, don’t see her payin’ you in kind, nor you suggestin’ it if you wanted to keep your balls intact… which I see, hmm, are…”
“They come as a package, her ‘n’ Wash,” says Mal with a quirk of an eyebrow as he pushes the big mercenary back onto the bed and climbs atop of him, “which can be fun too, now you gonna quit your yappin’ and let me fuck you?”
“Well seein’ as you asked me so nice,” Jayne reaches over to the drawer beside the bunk and pulls out a tube of lubricant, he pushes Mal back onto his knees and admires the fine figure of the captain, his engorged cock weeping as he writhes against Jayne’s own meaty piece like a bitch that’s just gotta touch something. He takes Mal’s cock in his now slick hands and start stroking, rubbing the lube over every inch and teasing the slit at the end with his thumb until he can’t bear it any more.
“Come on,” he growls, “fuck me now.”
Mal leans forward and presses the slick head of his cock against Jayne’s tense asshole and gasps as Jayne grabs his ass and pulls him in in one swift motion, unable to contain himself he starts pounding the tight hole, watching the other man’s face to see when he hits the right spot. There. Jayne’s head wrenches back and he grunts again and again as Mal hits his prostate and sends waves of ecstasy to his throbbing cock, he lifts his legs and wraps them around the captain’s back to open himself up completely to him, and he wonders why he ever thought he could betray this beautiful man- and why they haven’t done this a hell of a lot sooner.
Mal looks down on the man beneath him and feels the weight of the world slipping from his shoulders, he’s been fighting for too long, and suddenly it seems so easy, everything’s gonna be all right. And then he feels Jayne’s orgasm clenching his cock and the warm splash of it on his belly and he lets himself go.
Falling into Jayne’s neck he pounds his victory into the strong body until, spent, he is absorbed by the arms that hold him close and the lips that devour his face and mouth.
And he thinks to himself, why didn’t I do this a hell of a lot sooner?
Coda
Jayne smiles as he cradles the captain against his side, he’s not asleep yet but not far off. It occurs to Jayne that he’s never seen Mal look so relaxed and he gets a warm fuzzy glow all over that it was he who’d made it happen, and after he’d started the day so badly- its funny how things turn out.
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