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[lit_gal]

Malcolm Reynolds fought for the Browncoat rebels. They wanted their freedom. They lost. James Joseph Womak was a commander for the Alliance, determined to bring justice to the common people. His side won, but he still lost. 

Old War Horses

Fandoms: Firefly x Sentinel.
Slash: Jim/Blair, Mal/Jayne
Rated ADULT
Prompt: Taming the Muse:

Mal's not handing the morning after well... not at all.  Even he's willing to admit that.

( Part one ) ( Part two ) ( Part Three )  ( Part Four )  ( Part five ) ( Part Six )  ( Part Seven )  ( Part Eight )  ( Part Nine )  ( Part Ten ) ( Part Eleven )  (Part Twelve)  ( Part Thirteen) ( Part Fourteen ) ( Part Fifteen ) ( Part 16 )

17.

Mal stirred. He was warm. Not just warm, but sated with the feeling of another body in his bunk with him, the soft sounds of another’s breath lulling him as he drifted through half-sleep. Beaumonde. The details of their latest madness floated up into his awareness, followed by the memory of exactly who was sleeping in his bunk with him. Two seconds later, it occurred to him that there was something poking him in the butt. “Jayne, that best not be you poking at me,” Mal warned darkly. He got a grunt and some shifting from the body behind him. “Jayne!” he snapped.

The restless shifting immediately froze. “What?”

“That best not be you poking me,” Mal warned again now that Jayne was awake.

“What?” Jayne asked, his voice awake enough, but sounding confused. Jayne rolled onto his back, and that left Mal enough room on his bunk to get turned around so he was facing Jayne. It made him more comfortable when he could keep an eye on Jayne, particularly when the man’s cock was hard. Mal was in bed with a naked Jayne Cobb, his tough, muscled body and impressive cock laid out for Mal to see. A line of white scar crossed just under Jayne’s left nipple, and a fainter one across his stomach. Three different pock-marked holes from bullets decorated his body, two of them from Jayne’s time serving Mal. His body was a hard map of trouble.

“I’m just piss proud. It ain’t like you aren’t the same,” Jayne pointed out as he rubbed a hand over his face. Mal shifted nervously because his cock was half-hard with a need to take a piss, but it wasn’t his cock that he was disturbing at finding in his bunk. Even by the low lights, Jayne was a powerful large man. Last night, his cock hadn’t made an appearance, but now Mal could see it, thick and heavy with low hung balls that rolled when Jayne shifted. When they’d visited Inara’s whore friend, the girls at the house had spoken right complimentary about Jayne’s abilities at sexing, and now that Mal saw the man’s tools, he could see that Jayne had quite a bit to work with. Mal actually felt a little uncomfortable at the comparison. Jayne sat up and rubbed his face for a second before he padded over to the urinal port naked. Leaning against the wall with one hand, he sighed as he held his cock and peed.

Mal went to sit up and realized his pants were still caught around his ankles. Actually, when he’d gone to bed, Jayne was still dressed, but now he was naked as the day he was born, his clothes draped over Mal’s chair. Kicking one foot loose from the pants, Mal sat up and started straightening out his pants so he could put them on. He really needed there to be one less naked man in this room.

“You’ve been up,” Mal accused him. Jayne didn’t even turn around.

“Yep. You sleep like the dead, and I couldn’t truly settle until I knew the hatch was locked.”

It was such a reasonable response… such a classic Jayne response… that Mal was having trouble adjusting to the fact that this security-obsessed version of Jayne had gone to his knees and sucked Mal’s cock. The memory of Jayne’s unhesitating willingness made it hard for Mal to shove his cock in his pants, but he did it anyway, cringing a bit at the pain. He might not be comfortable with being sly in the morning, but his cock still was mighty fond of the idea of being sly at night. His cock was even more in favor of it if it led to more of Jayne on his knees. That had been a sight worth a whole ship load of credits.

Jayne finished and turned around, his cock soft again, which still didn’t hide the fact that he was a well-hung man. “What’s eating at you this morning?” Jayne asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Again, it was a classic Jayne gesture, and seeing it on a naked Jayne was doing something odd to Mal’s brain.

“Nothing,” Mal said before he headed for the urinal, shoving Jayne to the side.

“If’n that’s the case, then you must be one of those people who wake up mean.”

“I ain’t—” Mal stopped and unzipped the pants he’d just zipped up. He couldn’t say that wasn’t being mean, because threatening his lover before the man was even awake was mean.

Normally when he stuck his foot his far into his mouth, whatever woman he was with stormed out. Jayne just kept looking at him. For a time, Mal concentrated on pissing. It was more comfortable than a conversation he didn’t know how to finish. Besides, he needed time to try and gather the scattered thoughts that kept slipping away from him. This was all Sandburg’s fault. At one point, Mal figured he’d space Captain Jimmy and give Sandburg the boot next planet they reached. The longer those two were around those two, the more he reckoned he’d give Captain Jimmy the boot at the next planet with his hide still intact and space Sandburg. About the only reason he hadn’t done it yet was the sheer pleasure of knowing Jimmy had to put up with the hairy little hwun dan.

By the time he turned around, Jayne was pulling on his pants, and Mal found himself staring at the dried spot on Jayne’s pants. Jayne’s come had dried hard and now that Jayne was pulling the pants on, the cloth flexed and the crusty stain cracked, creating a thin white line through the barely visible dark spot. He’d come in his pants. There weren’t another person in the ‘verse Mal ever had come that easy. Usually he had to put real effort in to get a woman that pleasured-up.

“If you decided you ain’t sly, we don’t got to do this again,” Jayne said as he sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed his boots. True, there was a little part of Mal that wanted to take that easy out even if he was more sly than he’d ever anticipated, but that’d mean giving up the sight of Jayne on his knees. That wasn’t his first choice, or even his second. Even now, Mal found himself watching Jayne’s mouth.

“I never said I wasn’t sly,” Mal snapped.

Jayne pulled his shirt off the chair and just looked at Mal, confusion written all over his face.

“I’m starting to think you’re the woman in this relationship,” Jayne complained.

That came so close to Mal’s discomfort that he stepped forward, his fear and anger raging forward. “Excuse me? It wasn’t me on my knees taking orders.” Mal took some pleasure at getting in that shot. However, Jayne didn’t look much like he’d taken any damage at all—no twinge of guilt or flinch or even a darkening blush at his willingness to suck cock. If anything, Jayne looked more confused and twice as riled.

“And it ain’t me talking in circles like some skirt,” Jayne shot back. “I’ve always taken your orders, so I don’t know why you think I wouldn’t take ‘em here, leastwise until you prove you’re such a hwan dan that you aren’t worth following no more.”

The thought of Jayne walking away from this nearly took Mal’s breath. “Are you threatening me?”

Jayne’s mouth near to fell open. “Aiya. You’re a right bastard in the morning, Mal.” Standing up, Jayne pulled his shirt on and headed for the ladder.

“Jayne,” Mal warned. Jayne turned around, one hand on the ladder. His face reflected a sort of weary suspicion, but he was waiting. On Mal’s word, he stood waiting, but Mal didn’t know what to say. This wasn’t going the way he’d thought. Having Jayne on his knees was nice enough, but having Jayne with all his cantankerous parts standing in his quarters was a little more problematic.

“You got something to say?” Jayne asked. Clearly there was a limit to how much gou shi Jayne would put up with.

“If I ordered you to your knees?” Mal asked. He hadn’t meant to ask that, but the words slipped out like slippery fish wiggling through his fingers. Jayne looked even more confused than ever.

“Are you?” he asked, and Mal had the feeling that if he said he was, Jayne would go down right now. Mal’s cock started getting hard, and he was tempted. Jayne’s talent at sucking cock wasn’t in question.

“Didn’t say that.”

“What are you saying, then?” Jayne crossed his arms and gave Mal a long look. Mal could admit to feeling guilt here. He never was one for keeping a relationship going. Normally, making a woman happy in bed was his strength, and all the talking after just got him turned around until he said something offensive. This time, he hadn’t gotten around to making Jayne happy before the awkward conversating the next morning. Mal hadn’t done anything that came even close to reciprocating the pleasure Jayne had given him.

Jayne sighed. “Call when you’ve decided what you want, Mal,” Jayne said as he started climbing the ladder. Knowing he had the power to call Jayne back made it twice as hard to avoid doing exactly that. However, he watched Jayne climb the ladder and vanish. Mal turned away, about as mad at himself as he was at Jayne. He stopped when he saw his table. Jayne’s gunbelt and about half dozen weapons scattered across the table. Jayne had left his weapons. No way would Jayne ever leave his weapons some place unless he intended to come back.

Mal just couldn’t figure out why he should. It wasn’t like Mal had given him many reasons to come back.

Comments

[dharma-slut.livejournal.com]

You know what... I really adore awkward sex. this whole ep just gives me the biggest smiles!

[lit-gal.livejournal.com]

One of my pet peeves is straight people deciding to be gay and being *good* at it right out of the gate. People, no one is good at sex the first time they try it.

[spiceblueeyes.livejournal.com]

Oh, Mal. You're just all twisted up. When Jayne is the one seeing things clearly you know you've got some self evaluation to do.

[lit-gal.livejournal.com]

Jayne is a little more of a plain-speaking man. If it feels good, he'll do it. I can see Mal getting more caught up in the ethics and the self-image of it all.

[zilentdreamer.livejournal.com]

Wait! What! Jayne left his weapons? That is serious!

[lit-gal.livejournal.com]

I figure Jayne thinks they're safe enough in Mal's room

[dragonyphoenix.livejournal.com]

Poor confused Mal! Nicely done.

[lit-gal.livejournal.com]

He spends too much time worrying about things.

[mulder200.livejournal.com]

LOL! I love how it's Jayne who tells Mal to figure out what he wants instead of Mal. Nice role reversal!

Poor Mal though! He is lost here. Sounds like he could use a helping hand.

[lit-gal.livejournal.com]

Jayne is all for "if it feels good, do it." It felt good to suck Mal's cock, so he'll do it again. Mal, on the other hand, is trying to figure out how he's supposed to be sly instead of just being sly.

[laazikaat.livejournal.com]

I tripped over this by accident and started reading and then couldn't stop! Geez you've got their voices down perfectly, I could see and hear the whole scene clear as water. Now I'll have to go back to the start to read it properly. Oh and I've been meaning to tell you I enjoyed Long Lonely Howl very much. :)

[lit-gal.livejournal.com]

Awwww. I'm so glad that you're enjoying it, and I'm thrilled that you enjoyed Long, Lonely Howl. I like those guys, screwed up though they may be.