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Notes: This story was written for the Yuletide challenge at www.intimations.org/yuletide.
Acknowledgements: I offer profuse adoration and gratitude to my short-notice betas Skripka and JaneEyre. Thanks also to sffan for offering input on one of the early scenes.
Archive: Do not archive without permission.
Disclaimer: None of these pretty, pretty people belong to me. They belong to FOX, Mutant Enemy and some other folk, gorramit.
Chinese:
Hao le: Okay
Made: Fuck
Tianna: Oh, God (figurative)
This time when they picked up the mail there were no dead bodies, yet the postmaster was obviously still eager to see the back of them. It had been almost two weeks since they'd been off ship and no one wanted to head back right away.
"We got time to look around, don't we?" Kaylee asked Mal.
"Yeah," he said. He was still looking at the postmaster who kept glancing at them nervously. "How about we all stop for a drink?" Mal suggested. Everyone quickly agreed. Simon could see the disappointment on Kaylee's face and found it hard to stifle a groan. He never should have asked her out last time they'd stopped here. Most of the time he liked hanging out with Kaylee. She was becoming one of the best friends he'd ever had, but sometimes she could be overbearing.
Simon watched as Kaylee struggled for a moment, her inherently sunny nature finally winning out. "They make the best Moonrise Duststorms here," she told Simon as she took his hand. "You've got to try one." Simon smiled down at her. He wished he knew what was wrong with him. She was pretty and nice, and he got along better with her than he had with anyone other than River, but he felt only a slight warmth with her palm wrapped around his.
Whump. Jayne's solid mass caromed into Simon from behind, sending the shorter man stumbling. Simon turned in confusion. Jayne clutched a letter in his hand. He must have been reading it rather than paying attention to where he was walking. Jayne looked as startled as Simon, windmilling backwards to put distance between the two of them again and refusing to meet Simon's eyes. Simon sighed. No one had noticed yet, but it was only a matter of time. Things hadn't been the same between the two of them since the Lassiter job. It wouldn't be too long before someone noticed that Jayne, who had always been so eager to harass Simon in the past, had started ignoring him. When Simon had first realized it he'd been relieved, but he was starting to find it annoying. Simon didn't know what to do about it. He didn't even know that he wanted to. It still made him sick to think of what could have happened on Ariel. He still spent too many nights worrying whether River was safe on this ship after all. He turned back away from Jayne without saying anything.
It was only a few moments later when they all walked into the bar, sat down at a table and a waiter came over to get their orders. Simon smiled at Kaylee who sat next to him, before looking up at the waiter. "I hear that this is the place to come for a Moonrise Duststorm," he said.
The waiter just nodded tiredly before taking Kaylee's order. Kaylee started an amusing story about a broken down mule and a bet, and Simon stopped listening as the others gave their orders. His snapped to attention again, however, when he heard Jayne say "I ain't thirsty." Jayne's hand wasn't visible over the table, but Simon could almost hear the faint clink and ruffle of Jayne rifling the money he carried. It wasn't like Jayne to count his assets so publicly.
Everyone was looking at Jayne now. Simon doubted that any one of them could remember a time when Jayne had turned down the opportunity to have a drink. The attention seemed to unnerve the mercenary, who stood abruptly. "Going for a walk," Jayne snarled. Simon was the only one who saw the letter flutter out of Jayne's coat pocket. He bent to pick it up.
Mal eyed Jayne for a moment. "Don't walk too far," he agreed after a moment. "We're flying outta here in one hour." As Simon picked the letter up the words "damp lung" and "need money" leapt out at him. He couldn't stop himself from reading more.
"Fine," Jayne snapped, jolting Simon. He started to hand the letter back, but Jayne was already stalking out of the bar.
"And no trouble," Mal called after him. "We don't have the time."
Simon stood, still holding the letter in his hand. Jayne was seriously upset. There was no telling what he'd do in such a mood. "I'm going to go with him," he said.
"No, stay," Kaylee pouted. "The drinks here are real shiny."
"I'm not thirsty either," Simon said absently, walking out of the bar. It took him a moment to spot Jayne at the other end of the corridor. Some instinct warned him not to call out to the mercenary. Instead Simon started to follow him silently.
Jayne was following someone too, Simon soon realized as they turned down a narrower darker area of the space station. Simon watched as Jayne's hand went toward his gun. Something changed his mind. He moved his hand back away and simply walked quickly toward the woman he'd been following. Simon could tell the woman was drunk, wobbling unsteadily on her feet. Jayne bumped into her. She fell to the ground. Jayne muttered an apology and reached out a hand to help her up. She fell against him giggling, flirting with Jayne. Simon watched as Jayne let the woman wriggle against him, using the opportunity to go through her pockets under the guise of feeling her up.
"Jayne," Simon said. Jayne jumped, turning around quickly and pushing the woman away from him. She protested loudly. Her eye caught sight of the money clutched in Jayne's hand, and she started screeching. The two men ignored her. Jayne just kept staring horrified at Simon. "Leave it," Simon said. "We're going back to the ship." Jayne opened his mouth as if he was about to argue, but he seemed unsure of exactly what to say. "No trouble, remember?" Simon said. Jayne snapped his mouth shut and let the money flutter to the ground. Simon turned away and started walking toward the ship. He could hear Jayne following behind him.
The walk was quick and silent. It wasn't until they got back on the ship that Jayne finally spoke. "You gonna tell Mal?" he asked.
"You're better than that," Simon said.
Jayne crossed his arms defiantly. "I needed the money," he said.
"You dropped this," Simon replied quietly, handing back the letter.
Jayne didn't look at it as he took the letter back. Instead his eyes remained fixed on Simon's. "You gonna tell Mal?" he asked again.
In the light of the ship, Simon could see the faint flush of embarrassment staining Jayne's cheeks. Simon shook his head. "Come with me, Jayne, I've got something to show you."
Jayne followed Simon into the passenger dorm. "It's not a medical term," Simon said as he began searching through his medical bag.
"What?" Jayne asked.
"Damp lung. It's not a medical term. It's used for a variety of pneumonias and lung ailments," Simon said.
"You read my letter?" Jayne accused.
"Some of it. How long has your brother been sick?"
"Awhile," Jayne said. He stood stiffly in the doorway, his arms across his chest. Simon knew that he'd rather be almost anywhere else. "Ma's written me before, but I didn't think too much about it. People get damp lung all the time back home. Only Matty's not getting better and they don't have money to take him to a doctor."
"Did your mother tell you the symptoms?"
"Why?" Jayne asked.
"Symptoms, Jayne." Simon said firmly. Simon listened intently, occasionally asking a question. It didn't take him too long to figure out the problem. He let Jayne keep talking while he tried to remember the common name for Matty Cobb's illness. When he finally remembered it, he began to nod. Jayne trailed off, waiting. "Have you heard of pontiac fever, Jayne?"
Jayne's eyes bugged out. "You saying that's what Matty's got? People die from that."
Simon took a bottle and a handkerchief out of his bag. He shook half of the pills into the kerchief, tied it up with a knot and held it out to Jayne. "Matty won't. Send this to them on the fastest post you can find. If he's been sick for awhile, there's not much time. He needs to take these twice a day for fifteen days. Has your brother been off planet?" Jayne shook his head. "The bacteria lives in water and even damp air," Simon said. "If they don't find the cause of it, he or someone else will just get sick again."
Jayne shrugged bitterly. "The water they have to drink is the water they have to drink," he said. "Ain't like they can pack up and move to the core."
Simon bit his lip, but didn't respond to the jab. After a moment of silence, Jayne closed his fist around the handkerchief. "This is your own, ain't it? Not the stuff Mal stocks the infirmary with." Simon nodded. "I can't pay you until Mal sells that rutting Lassiter," Jayne said.
"I know," Simon said. "I know money's been tight since," his voice broke off and he swallowed hard before recovering, "Since Ariel. I know you spent most of that on apples and ransoms, and that we haven't had much in the way of work since. I don't need you to pay me."
"Then why are you doing this?" Jayne asked with a mystified expression.
"I know what it's like to be worried about someone," Simon said. Even to his own ears his voice sounded lost, and he wished he could read the expression on Jayne's face.
"Why are you being so nice to me?" Jayne asked. "You trying to get me to spread for you? 'Cause I've noticed Kaylee hasn't managed to get you yet."
It gave Simon great pleasure to watch panic light up Jayne's face as Simon stepped toward him abruptly. Simon slapped his palm against Jayne's chest with a firmness that had the mercenary moving backward into the hallway. "Good night," Simon snapped through gritted teeth as he slammed the door to his bunk shut.
It was a few weeks later when Jayne came into the infirmary clutching a sheathed knife. "I got another letter," he said. "Matty's going to be fine."
"That's good," Simon said not looking up from his notes. Jayne placed the knife on top of them, causing Simon to look up questioningly.
"She's good," Jayne said. "She's light, but she'll cut through just about anything."
"I told you I didn't need anything," Simon said.
"I know," Jayne said. "Just take it. It's not--I know it ain't worth as much as the medicine, but it's something, all right?"
"All right," Simon said. He picked up the knife like he didn't quite know what to do with it. "Thank you."
Jayne shrugged, discomfited. "Just don't think it's right that I'm running with a guy don't even own a weapon."
"Yes, I imagine it's horrifying," Simon said. "Do the other mercenaries talk behind your back about it?"
"No," Jayne said. "Oh, that's a joke."
"Yes, Jayne," Simon sighed. "Anyway, thank you for the knife."
Jayne shifted his weight. "I could, um, show you some stuff. How to use it, I mean."
It was Simon's turn to feel discomfited. "That'd be ... nice," he said finally.
"Good," Jayne said. "Yeah, okay. Bye, Doc."
"Bye," Simon said and turned back to his notes. His hand brushed against the soft leather sheathe of the knife, which seemed quite well-crafted. From Jayne, it was an extraordinarily thoughtful gift. Simon shook his head, ruefully. He was being silly; it was just a knife. He returned to his work. He was soon buried nose-deep in article about the effects of psychotropic medications on stroke victims, but the smile never left his face.
After that, Jayne found time to teach Simon knife self-defense as he had promised, and things returned closer to normal between the two of them, which is to say they resumed their mutual habit of communicating through sarcastic mockery. They were more at ease with each other now, like true fellow crew members. When Book invited Simon out with he and Jayne, Simon didn't hesitate to say yes.
Jayne Cobb was quite possibly the world's happiest drunk, Simon reflected as he and Book escorted the singing mercenary back to the ship. Simon shuddered to think how Jayne's booming voice would echo around the ship. "Jayne, would you be a little quieter?" he pleaded. "River really needs her sleep."
"Sure, doc," Jayne said easily in a not-at-all-quiet attempt at whispering.
Simon shot Book an exasperated look; the shepherd tried to look sympathetic in turn, but it was obvious he was amused. The three men walked up the ship's ramp, Book steadying the wobbly Jayne. "You're going to have quite a shiner on that eye," Book said.
For the first time, Simon saw a hint of irritation cross Jayne's face. "I would have seen that coming if you two hadn't been pulling me away."
"There will be other bar fights, I'm sure," Simon said as he started to steer the group toward the infirmary. "I've got something to put on that to keep the swelling and bruising down."
"It ain't nothing," Jayne said, trying to pull away. "Just a black eye, I've had worse."
"I imagine so," Simon said. "Still." He walked into the infirmary, and took out a tube of ointment. Jayne was blinking at the infirmary lights. Simon sighed, and squeezed a little onto his own finger. "You'd probably poke yourself in the eye," he said.
Simon started to spread the ointment on Jayne's eye, stroking the bruised fleshed gently. Jayne yelped and backed away. "Stop squirming," Simon ordered. "I know this doesn't hurt."
"Get your hands off me," Jayne demanded. "I can do it myself." He yanked the tube out of Simon's hands.
"I gotta piss," he muttered, pushing past Simon with a hard shove.
Simon gritted his teeth and straightened his vest. "I cannot believe him," he began.
Book was watching Jayne walk away with a speculative expression. "When I was a boy, I had a crush on this girl, drove me crazy."
"Yes?" Simon said, fixated on the spot of blood he'd just noticed staining his vest.
"I dumped a pot of ink on her head. The way Jayne acts with you ... it kinda reminds me of that."
"Damn," Simon muttered, taking off his vest and holding it up to the light. He paused. "What? Jayne? That's disgusting."
Book chuckled. "That probably would have been her reaction too. Maybe that's why I dumped a pot of ink on her head."
"Shepherd, no." Simon shuddered. "Jayne is ... not my type." Simon shook his head. "I think Jayne's not the only one who had too much to drink tonight."
"Good night," Book said with a smile.
"Night," Simon muttered, staring in the direction Jayne had gone.
When Simon walked into the galley, Book already had breakfast going. He and Jayne were quietly talking. "Need any help?"
"Yeah, put the tea on, would you?" Book slapped Jayne's hand away from the food.
Jayne asked. "Is that eggs, where'd you get eggs?"
"You hung over?"
"Naw," Jayne scoffed. "It takes more'n that."
"It better," Mal said as he walked in, hooking his suspenders. "I let you go out last night with the understanding that you'd be ready for work today. Hung over is not ready for work."
"I'm fine, Mal."
"Oh my God, Jayne," Wash yelped as he walked in. "Your face is horrible. Also, you've got a black eye." Jayne took a fake swipe at him.
"Did you put that ointment I gave you on this morning?" Simon said as he put water in the teapot.
"Yeah," Jayne said. He turned to the preacher. "Is the food done?" Simon watched Jayne speculatively, thinking about what Book had said the night before. It didn't seem possible, he thought, but as the meal wore on Simon became aware of just how often Jayne's eyes shifted in his direction, and he became increasingly uncomfortable throughout the meal. Jayne seemed just as unnerved by the fact that every time he looked at Simon, Simon was already looking at him. Finally, Jayne couldn't stand it any longer. "Knock it off," he shouted. As the table conversation came to a halt and everyone stared at him quizzically, Jayne rose. "I gotta go."
"What was that about?" Kaylee asked.
Book laughed quietly in answer and Simon buried his face in his hands.
"Two by two," River said softly. "Eyes. Not hands."
Simon didn't have any more time to think about it. He had to talk to Mal. He cornered him after breakfast. "Do you have time to talk?"
Mal looked surprised, but nodded. "Walk with me," he said. "I was just going to head up to the other shuttle to talk to a few people. Maybe rustle up some work."
"How much longer do you think it's going to be before you sell the Lassiter?" Simon asked.
"It's not quite going as smooth as I hoped," Mal said. "Why?"
"River's medication. It's running out." Simon felt embarrassed. "I thought it would have stopped working by now, and I would have to move on to something else, but it still seems to be helping. I don't want to change to something else while this is working, but it's going to be difficult to find a supplier out here."
"Difficult and expensive," Mal said.
"Yes," Simon said, letting out a long breath.
Mal clenched his jaw for a moment and looked away. Finally, he turned back to Simon. "All right," he said. "I'll talk to Inara, see if she can't speed things up for us a bit."
Simon put his hand on Mal's shoulder. "Thank you," he said.
They were still standing there when Jayne came barreling through. He took one look at Simon's hand on Mal's shoulder and knocked into the both of them as he walked between them, neatly separating them. "Don't you two have anything better to do than block the walkway?" he said.
Mal started to say something, but Simon shook his head. "This is between me and Jayne," he said quietly.
"All right, doc," Mal said. "I'll let you make your play."
"Mal," Wash's voice over the intercom was audible to everyone in the galley. "There's something wrong here." Everyone followed Mal onto the bridge.
"What is it?"
"There aren't any ships in orbit," Wash said. "Except one. And she's drifting."
"This is a pretty big port." Mal frowned. "There ought to be someone else here. And they for sure wouldn't let that big hunk of trash drift so close."
"I know," Wash said. Mal had finally sold the Lassiter and Simon had found someone able to sell him the medication he needed. They were here to allow him to buy it. "Mal," Wash said. "That ship, it reminds me of the one we run across a few months back that'd been hit by reavers."
"Hao le," Mal said. "Looks like your rendezvous's been canceled, Doc."
"No," Simon said. "I--River needs that medicine. I haven't been able to find anyone else who even has it. Mal, if Reavers did hit that moon, they're gone by now."
"It's not worth the risk," Mal said.
"I'll go by myself," Simon said. "Please."
"No," Mal said.
"I'll go with him," Jayne said. Simon turned to Jayne in shock. The mercenary was sweating, and his eyes were wide with fright, but his jaw was set. "I'll go."
"No one's going," Mal said. "I'm sorry, Simon. Wash, set a course for Persephone. Badger's got another job for us."
Simon walked as quickly to his bunk as possible and got the knife Jayne had given him. Walking back to the shuttles, he looked around to make sure no one was watching, then entered shuttle two.
"Mal's going to be pissed," Jayne said conversationally from instead the shuttle as the door hissed closed.
Simon jumped. "I--I was just--uh."
"Longer you keep flapping that pretty mouth of yours, the further away from that moon Wash is taking us."
"How did you know?" Simon said.
"If there's one thing I know, it's what sneaking looks like. When I saw you heading for your bunk, I figured what you were up to," Jayne said.
"You shouldn't come," Simon said. "River won't die without that medicine. It's not worth your life."
"But it's worth yours?" Jayne said.
"She's my sister."
"Yeah, well, you're both part of my crew," Jayne said. "Not like I expected to live forever anyhow."
Simon felt startled. He started to say something, but Jayne looked pointedly at the shuttle controls. "Right," Simon said. He sat down at the control chair. Then he looked sheepishly back up at Jayne. "Do you know how to fly one of these things?"
When Jayne and Simon got off the shuttle, it was immediately obvious that Reavers had hit the moon. A mutilated body lay in the street, but the rest of the town was eerily silent and empty. "Where do you think they took them?" Jayne asked, looking around spooked.
"I don't know," Simon said. He bent down to check the body, though it was obviously a lost cause. "I was supposed to meet the guy at his place north of town. Hopefully, he was keeping the medication there, and it's still there."
Jayne nodded, pulled out both his guns, and they started walking. They found the medication easily and were walking back to the shuttle when they heard a rustling as they passed one of the shops.
"Run," Jayne said and started to take off.
"Wait," Simon said. "It could be a survivor."
"Run anyway," Jayne called back, but Simon was already heading toward the building. "Made," he heard Jayne curse. "At least wait for the man with the guns, doc."
"Hello?" Simon called as he opened the door. He heard a blood-curling shriek and something slammed into his head. Before he could raise the knife, someone had leapt on top of him. He struggled, panicked. From behind him he heard three quick bangs, and the someone slumped off of him, dead.
Simon looked down at the man who had attacked him. If he was a Reaver, he hadn't been for long. He had no strange piercings or mutilations. But the thing he'd hit Simon with was a head. Simon felt ill.
"Can we run now?" Jayne said.
Simon looked up. He realized that he'd been staring at the head for at least a minute. "You're shaking," he said.
"I don't like reavers." Jayne said.
"Yes," Simon said.
Serenity was in orbit when they broke atmo. Mal's voice came over the shuttle's com. "If you two aren't dead, I'm going to kill you."
Simon was flying now. Jayne's hands were shaking too much. "We're not dead," Simon said. "But the killing will have to wait. Jayne's been wounded."
"Huh?" Jayne said as soon as Simon took his hand off the button.
"Unless you want to face Mal right away, I think you should be on bed rest for a day. I can bring you something from the infirmary to make it legit."
"Jayne?"
"He's fine, captain, but he needs to rest. Kaylee, can you help him to his bunk? I need to get some stuff from the infirmary."
"You two--"
"Tomorrow, Mal?" Inara and Kaylee were already fussing over Jayne.
"Fine," Mal snapped. "Don't think I'm gonna forget."
"I don't," Simon said wearily.
Once Jayne was settled on the bed, Kaylee and Inara left so that Simon could "examine" him.
"Thank you," Simon said. "For helping me, and for saving my life."
Jayne shrugged.
"Why'd you do it?"
"Thing needed doing. I weren't busy."
"It meant a lot to me," Simon said.
Jayne stared at his hands and took a deep breath. "I know I can't make up for what I done," he said. "But I need--I want to try."
Simon took his own deep breath, and sat down on the bed next to Jayne. He suddenly realized just why it was he'd never felt anything for Kaylee. Reaching over to take one of Jayne's hands in his, he looked seriously into the other man's face. "I forgot about that a long time ago," Simon said. "I'm really grateful for your help, Jayne."
He stretched upward, his mouth capturing Jayne's in a kiss. Jayne reacted immediately, his hands pushing against Simon in panic, setting the slighter man tipping backward. "What the rut do you think you're doing?" Jayne roared.
Simon froze for a moment, thinking he'd made a mistake, that Book had been wrong. But as he lowered his eyes abashedly, he saw the unmistakeble bulge at Jayne's crotch. His eyes roamed upward to Jayne's flushed cheeks and the two men locked eyes. "Do you want me to stop?" Simon asked quietly.
Jayne lowered his eyes, breaking the gaze. His hands twisted in his lap, and Simon tried to wait patiently. His own skin felt hot and itchy, but he dared not move. Jayne stared at Simon's fingers, and Simon wondered what he was thinking. It seemed an eternity before Jayne finally muttered, "No. Just--I don't kiss on the mouth."
Simon moved closer cautiously and slowly placed his arms around Jayne again, stroking his back. "Okay," Simon said. "I remember you said that once, but I didn't realize you were serious."
"Well, I am," Jayne grumped, seeming embarrassed by his outburst or the whole situation.
Simon placed a gentle kiss on Jayne's jaw. "Is this allowed?" he said.
"Yeah," Jayne said. "That's fine."
"How about this?" Simon asked as he laid a trail of kisses on the side of Jayne's face. He leaned closer to Jayne, rubbing their clothed chests together. Jayne could feel heat coming off of Simon's body, and his nipples tightened from the friction of his cotton shirt.
"Yeah," Jayne mumbled. "Yeah, that's good." Simon felt the tension in Jayne's back loosen. Jayne bent his head, rubbing his nose into Simon's hair, inhaling deeply. "Like soap," Simon heard him whisper. "Don't remember the last time I been with someone so gorram clean. Maybe never." Simon felt oddly pleased at Jayne's words. They shifted until they were lying side by side on the bed, their cocks teasing at each other through their pants. Jayne's hand fumbled at Simon's vest. "I want you naked," Jayne said with a slight hint of desperation.
Simon was in no hurry to take his clothes off. His tongue licked lightly at the curve of Jayne's ear, sending shudders through the other man, before sucking gently on the lobe. Jayne groaned. "Jayne," Simon whispered, blowing gently in his ear.
"Yeah?" he grunted.
"Next time I do something you don't like, try telling me rather than shoving me," Simon said.
Jayne stiffened again, and Simon could see that his blush had deepened. He wondered how long it had been since Jayne had blushed like that. "Sorry," Jayne said.
Simon sighed, and resumed playing with Jayne's ear, his hands sliding under his shirt to caress his skin. "Relax, Jayne," he ordered. "I'm not upset."
Jayne stayed stiff, and Simon realized he'd made a mistake. Simon pulled away, and quickly hid his smile as he noticed Jayne barely managing to bite back a protest. He took off his vest, and then his shirt, letting Jayne get a good look at the tight muscles of his chest. "You been working out," he accused.
Simon grinned. "I haven't been using your weight equipment," he explained. "But I learned to do a lot of exercises with medical equipment back in school," he said. "Not much choice, didn't exactly have time for a gym."
"I thought you were hanging out in the infirmary working on stuff for River," Jayne said.
"Sometimes I am," Simon said, his eyes going dark, shuttered.
Jayne looked as if he wished he could take back the words. "Don't," he said. "Don't go all stiff on me."
Simon bit his lip for a moment, and then shook it off. "I think you're stiff enough for both of us," he said and he boldly stroked Jayne through his pants.
Jayne looked relieved and reached out to stroke Simon's chest. "It's strange," he said reverently. "Glowy-like. Beautiful."
They let their hands roam over each other's. Jayne's rougher, more urgently, aching to get things really going. Simon was slower, more cautious, wanting to memorize every inch of Jayne's skin. They undressed and Simon's hand slipped down to caress Jayne's ass, cupping it and then gently spreading his cheeks apart. Simon's finger stroked between his cheeks, edging toward his hole. Jayne froze, and Simon waited for the expected shove, but it didn't come.
Instead, Jayne simply said, "Doc," harshly.
Simon halted his fingers. "You want me to stop, Jayne?"
"Hell, yeah," the mercenary said.
Simon stopped immediately, his hands worked their way back up his back. "I take it you've never ..."
"Of course not," Jayne said. "I ain't no queer." He had the grace to swallow as his words caught up with the situation. Simon knew he should be offended, but couldn't stop himself from laughing as Jayne back-pedaled. "I mean," he began.
"Have you ever been with a man before, Jayne?"
Jayne stared hard at the ceiling light. "Just a couple of times," he said finally. "Don't make me sly."
"No, it doesn't," Simon said nicely. "Not if you don't want it to. It's okay," Simon said. "You and I are here to have fun. That's all." Simon wanted much more, of course, but he could wait.
Jayne's clear blue eyes sparkled. "Yeah," he agreed. "Just fun, that sounds good."
Simon took Jayne's hand and placed it around both their cocks, his own hand covering Jayne's, showing the merc the speed and pressure he preferred. The two cocks grazed against each other heatedly, hard and slick. Both men were breathing heavily, groans their only guide.
"I always liked your hands," Jayne moaned. "Wondered what they'd feel like. It's not the same as when I jack myself. It feels different, better."
"So much better," Simon agreed. Jayne's hips and hands adopted a rough rhythm sending all thought scurrying from Simon's mind. His senses filled with the smell of sweat and the leashed muscled power of Jayne's body. "Jayne--I--you feel so good."
Simon's eyes slid shut overwhelmed by it all, but he could feel the weight of Jayne's stare. Simon's lips were slightly partly and he could feel the flush staining his cheeks. "You look so damn good, doc" Jayne grunted.
"Don't--" Simon said, with a tinge of bitterness. "Simon," he ordered. "Call me Simon."
"Simon," Jayne obeyed." "Tianna, Simon, you--" Jayne came with a yell, spurting over their hands.
Simon kept up the pressure, still stroking them together hard. Once, twice, three times more and he too was coming, more quietly, his head tilted back, eyes closed, biting his lip hard. "Ahhh," he moaned.
They slumped against each other, their bodies slick with sweat and come. "Simon," Jayne whispered, kissing his chest. Simon liked that. He realized that he could count on one hand the number of times Jayne had ever said his name. He liked the way Jayne said it. Liked the wondering sound of Jayne's voice. The soft praise of it.
Simon opened his eyes and was surprised to see that Jayne looked awkward, shy. Simon wrapped his arms tightly around Jayne and nuzzled against him. It felt right somehow, when Jayne reached up to turn out the light, and then wrapped Simon in a tight embrace.
"How come you don't want me to call you doc?" Jayne asked.
"Do you always say what ever comes to mind?" Simon asked, irritably.
"Yeah," Jayne said, mildly. "So how come?"
Simon shifted in the dark, trying to put some distance between the two of them, but Jayne just scootched after him. "Sometimes I want people to see more than a doctor when they look at me, that's all."
Jayne laughed. Simon started to get up, but Jayne grabbed him tightly. "I wasn't laughing at you. I was just thinking about how I'd feel if someone called me merc in bed. It made me laugh." Simon relaxed. He was almost asleep when he heard Jayne whisper. "Are you--Is this because you're grateful?"
Simon snuggled closer to Jayne's shoulder. "No," he whispered back. "I don't know why I said it like that."
In the dark, Simon could sense Jayne's pleasure. "That's good," Jayne said.
It was.
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