Good Clean Fun

style='color:black'>Shensheng de
gaowan = Holy Testicle Tuesday

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Another day, another
gorram piece of cashy
money, thought Malcolm Reynolds as he entered the shower room and began to
strip off his clothes wearily.  They had
just come from a job that dealt with, of all things, black market perfume. ‘class=SpellE>Ceptin’ that it smelled so bad it might has well have been class=SpellE>Reaver piss – he had been shouldered aside by the rest of
the crew in their rush to shower off the stench and by Tien,
it was finally his turn…that was, if Jayne didn’t break the door down to get to
the water.  Mal expected that the big class=SpellE>merc would have plenty to say about having to stay behind
and crate the go se while everyone
else got cleaned up and smellin’ shiny.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  He stepped into the shower enclosure and
turned on the water as hot as he could get it, missing the sound of the outer
door opening and closing, not noticing the thump
of a weapons belt hitting the floor and the rustle of clothing being
discarded.  He did, however, notice when
the cooler air of the room threaded into the shower as the shower door was
opened.  “You stink to high heaven,” he
announced as he reached for the soap.

A big hand planted itself on the small of his back and
plastered him to the wall playfully.  “class=SpellE>T’ain’t my fault – who was it that got us this style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>gorram job?style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Oh, yeah…it was you.”  Jayne snatched up the
soap as Mal struggled against his hold.

“Let me up, you big-” A kiss dropped on the back of his neck
effectively silenced him and he sighed as Jayne began to run soapy hands all
over his body, washing off all traces of the hideous cargo currently in their
hold but teasingly avoiding the one place that was beggin’
for some touch.  He turned to return the
favor, eyeing the other man’s body as the water flattened the dark hair,
sliding down the oft-broken nose and coursing down that body.  Jayne Cobb might be
rough, rude, and not exactly the sort of man who had any kind of fair words at
his command, but his body spoke more than sweetly enough for him. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Mal poured a handful of soap into his palm and
worked it into a lather while Jayne ducked back under
the water before emerging to slouch against the wall with that look on his
face.  Mal loved to see that look.

He began to run his hands over the merc
– Tien knew there was a lot of him to wash – and
managed to get the man passably clean before Jayne reached for him again.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Their mouths met in a hungry kiss, tongues
twining as they rubbed nethers, each enjoying the
slide and press of each other’s hard arousal against hips, stomachs.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  “Been far too long,” Mal panted as they came
up for air.  Their mouths collided once
more as they gave in the urges that had been too long active in imagination
only, and then Jayne’s hands were on his hips, turning him to face the
wall.  He shuddered at the feel of the class=SpellE>merc’s tongue rasping over the sensitive skin at the back
of his neck and was vaguely aware of Jayne reaching past him for the soap
again. 

Mal opened his eyes in surprise at the first touch of the
cool liquid drizzled on his tailbone but they drifted closed in pleasure as
some mighty talented fingers began to tease him, sliding down the cleft of his
buttocks to rub slowly over his nether entrance.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  By God, the man always seemed to know just
what he needed…maybe he should give him a raise.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  He made some sort of noise that caused a
rumble of laughter to reverberate through his lover’s chest.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  “Remember what I told ya
before?” Jayne whispered hoarsely in his ear. 
“Told ya that you was gonna
be squealin’ like a little girl next time I got hold
of ya.”  Mal
gave an involuntary sobbing gasp as one of the fingers began to press into
him.  “Start squealin’.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Shensheng de class=SpellE>gaowan, there was another finger.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> 

His own fingers were curling against the smooth surface of the
shower, trying to find purchase. “Jayne…oh, dear sweet Lord,” he moaned against
the tiles.  Jayne wrapped his other hand,
slick with more soap, around Mal’s cock and began to
stroke in time with the thrusts of his fingers until the captain was thrashing wildly
and ready to offer whatever it would take to get the gorram man to…he sighed in relief when Jayne let him loose and
shifted, kneeing his legs apart a bit wider. 
Finally. 
Sweet Jesu,
but that man could tease like nobody’s business.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Moans and grunts filled the already steamy
air of the room as Jayne mounted him, pushing in and sliding over that spot
that only he seemed able to find.  Hot
water streamed down upon the two men as they pushed against each other, and Mal
let out a low groan that steadily increased in volume as Jayne’s fingers curled
about his phallus again. He clawed at the wall as the big man’s hand moved over
him.  “style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>Cao, I’m gonna…”style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Jayne’s fist tightened around him, pumping
faster until he came with a howl that a Reaver might
well be envious of.

He sagged bonelessly against the
shower door as Jayne began fucking him in earnest, slamming into him with a
force that carried the pair of them out of the door and onto the floor – Mal
threw out his arms reflexively and barely avoided bloodying his nose, his hands
slapping against the cold surface.  Jayne
rode him hard, taking his pleasure with loud grunts until he finally climaxed
with a deeply satisfied shout and collapsed onto the captain.

“Gorram it, you’re
heavy,” Mal wheezed.  “And what’s so
funny?” he added, feeling the merc’s chest shaking
with suppressed laughter.

“Nothin’…it’s just, you squealed
like a-”

“I did not.”

“Did so,” Jayne guffawed.

“If anything, it was a manly squeal.”

“If’n you say so, Mal.”

“Get off me.”

Jayne obliged and went back in the shower to rinse off
before grabbing a towel and his weapons belt. 
“See ya out there,” he offered with a
lecherous wink, disappearing through the door. 
Bemused, Mal pulled on the clean clothes he had brought in with him and
left to ask Kaylee to fix the shower door – it looked like they’d broken it
again. As he rounded the corner to the kitchen, he walked past class=SpellE>Zöe who was lookin’ at him mighty
peculiarly.

“There a problem?” he asked, hoping she hadn’t heard them
earlier.

“I – no, sir.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  No problem.”

“Glad to hear it,” he said, preparing to step past her.

“I was just wondering where all the bubbles were coming
from, sir.”

From within the common area, Jayne roared with laughter.

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