Under The Stairs
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Category:
1 through F › Firefly
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,646
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Firefly, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Under The Stairs
Simon scrambled to put things away in the infirmary, trying to hurry so that he’d have no problem slipping away when Jayne came by. River was helping, and he kept catching her amused little glances in his direction, but before he could fathom what they meant, he saw Jayne saunter past the open door.
He slowed down, stowing the rest of the supplies, then casually walked out of the infirmary. Was it possible to have a clandestine affair on a ship that had less than ten folk aboard? He hoped so.
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Jayne was in the shadows of the cargo steps, waiting impatiently. He gave a swift, feral grin as he heard the light, quick footfalls of his lover. A shadow fell across his hiding place and he reached out, feeling the satin vest slip beneath his fingers. Dipping his head, he attached his lips to the offered neck, brushing past the short dark hair with feathered kisses. Gasping moans ghosted into his ear as he pulled the doctor closer into the dark alcove, pushing him against the cool metal crates.
With no romance and little care, he pulled the crisp linen shirt from pants that were tantalising in their tightness. Sure practised movements had openings unfastened and fabric roughly pushed out the way. Grasping Simon’s shaft, he began a slow pumping, tightening his grip as he felt the slight tremors ripple through his lover’s body. His other hand braced against Simon’s back, holding him close, against the crates that made their liaison secret.
The slight caresses at Jayne’s hips turned into insistent tugging at his pants. Growling, he took his hand from the doctor’s smooth skin and released his pants, pushing them down. He groaned as the nimble fingers stroked his heated flesh, slipping beneath his pants to grasp his ass. With a final kiss to Simon’s neck, he turned away, bracing himself on the metal steps.
Jayne gasped as he felt fingers drift across his ass and dip into the crease. He leaned into his arm, muffling his moans as Simon’s fingers coated with cool gel pushed into his body. His hips twitched as he tried to get the maddeningly gentle fingers deeper.
Tensing, his grip on the steps made them creak as the fingers withdrew. He waited,
giving a small sigh as the heat of the doctor’s slight frame covered his back. Small breathy moans were expelled on his broad back, making him smile at the unsteady puffs of air.
Stifled moans were pulled from both men as Simon pushed himself into Jayne’s willing body.
The steps creaked again as a rhythm was struck between them. Jayne growled in frustration at Simon’s gentle thrusts until a slim fingered hand grasped his cock and squeezed. Roughly pushing backward, the pace began to speed up and he felt the heat curl up from his toes and his eyes slid shut in mounting pleasure.
A clattering sound on the steps above them made Simon pause. Even Jayne stopped moving back into Simon’s thrusts. All that could be heard above their breathy panting was heavy footsteps descending the stairs. Holding still, the hidden lovers watched as Mal descended the steps and continued on to the cargo bay.
The fear of discovery suddenly brought them back to life. Quick hard thrusts swiftly finished their coupling. A minute more saw them dressed with a measure of decency.
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Jayne cursed as he left the alcove, spotting Mal leaning against a nearby crate. Simon spotted him a few seconds later and groaned.
Mal smirked. “You two just be making sure no extra DNA is on the outside of the crates when we unload tomorrow.” The smirk gave way to a chuckle as the captain stalked away towards the airlock.
Jayne turned toward Simon, who sighed. The doctor’s voice was low, but to the point. “For a grumpy captain, he sure has a fine ass.”
Jayne grinned at him. “Ain’t that the truth. Where’s a cloth so’s you can clean the crate up?”
“Me? You made the mess!”
“Yeah, but you caused it.”
Simon cast him a look and licked his lips. “How about you clean up the mess and I’ll clean up the equipment it came from?”
Jayne grinned. “I think I left a cloth over there.”
Simon smiled back at him, realising that perhaps they weren’t having such a clandestine affair after all. If Mal knew, then River likely did too… hence the amused glances. So be it. He shook his head, smiled and shrugged, and followed after his lover.
Fin
He slowed down, stowing the rest of the supplies, then casually walked out of the infirmary. Was it possible to have a clandestine affair on a ship that had less than ten folk aboard? He hoped so.
@@@
Jayne was in the shadows of the cargo steps, waiting impatiently. He gave a swift, feral grin as he heard the light, quick footfalls of his lover. A shadow fell across his hiding place and he reached out, feeling the satin vest slip beneath his fingers. Dipping his head, he attached his lips to the offered neck, brushing past the short dark hair with feathered kisses. Gasping moans ghosted into his ear as he pulled the doctor closer into the dark alcove, pushing him against the cool metal crates.
With no romance and little care, he pulled the crisp linen shirt from pants that were tantalising in their tightness. Sure practised movements had openings unfastened and fabric roughly pushed out the way. Grasping Simon’s shaft, he began a slow pumping, tightening his grip as he felt the slight tremors ripple through his lover’s body. His other hand braced against Simon’s back, holding him close, against the crates that made their liaison secret.
The slight caresses at Jayne’s hips turned into insistent tugging at his pants. Growling, he took his hand from the doctor’s smooth skin and released his pants, pushing them down. He groaned as the nimble fingers stroked his heated flesh, slipping beneath his pants to grasp his ass. With a final kiss to Simon’s neck, he turned away, bracing himself on the metal steps.
Jayne gasped as he felt fingers drift across his ass and dip into the crease. He leaned into his arm, muffling his moans as Simon’s fingers coated with cool gel pushed into his body. His hips twitched as he tried to get the maddeningly gentle fingers deeper.
Tensing, his grip on the steps made them creak as the fingers withdrew. He waited,
giving a small sigh as the heat of the doctor’s slight frame covered his back. Small breathy moans were expelled on his broad back, making him smile at the unsteady puffs of air.
Stifled moans were pulled from both men as Simon pushed himself into Jayne’s willing body.
The steps creaked again as a rhythm was struck between them. Jayne growled in frustration at Simon’s gentle thrusts until a slim fingered hand grasped his cock and squeezed. Roughly pushing backward, the pace began to speed up and he felt the heat curl up from his toes and his eyes slid shut in mounting pleasure.
A clattering sound on the steps above them made Simon pause. Even Jayne stopped moving back into Simon’s thrusts. All that could be heard above their breathy panting was heavy footsteps descending the stairs. Holding still, the hidden lovers watched as Mal descended the steps and continued on to the cargo bay.
The fear of discovery suddenly brought them back to life. Quick hard thrusts swiftly finished their coupling. A minute more saw them dressed with a measure of decency.
@@@
Jayne cursed as he left the alcove, spotting Mal leaning against a nearby crate. Simon spotted him a few seconds later and groaned.
Mal smirked. “You two just be making sure no extra DNA is on the outside of the crates when we unload tomorrow.” The smirk gave way to a chuckle as the captain stalked away towards the airlock.
Jayne turned toward Simon, who sighed. The doctor’s voice was low, but to the point. “For a grumpy captain, he sure has a fine ass.”
Jayne grinned at him. “Ain’t that the truth. Where’s a cloth so’s you can clean the crate up?”
“Me? You made the mess!”
“Yeah, but you caused it.”
Simon cast him a look and licked his lips. “How about you clean up the mess and I’ll clean up the equipment it came from?”
Jayne grinned. “I think I left a cloth over there.”
Simon smiled back at him, realising that perhaps they weren’t having such a clandestine affair after all. If Mal knew, then River likely did too… hence the amused glances. So be it. He shook his head, smiled and shrugged, and followed after his lover.
Fin