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“Rutting is rutting,” mutters Jayne to himself as he lifts the bar above his head to complete another set of fifty.

It ain’t as if he and Kaylee were hitched or nothing. It ain’t even as if they spent time together when they weren’t grappling. Thing that makes him twitchy inside is that they’d been doing a whole lot of that grappling recently--more ‘n ever since Mal’s come into the mix--and nothing gets Jayne hornier than to have two folks to mess around with. He’s permanently hard thinking ‘bout the games they been getting up to. Him sucking on Mal’s dick while Kaylee rides him. Mal fucking Kaylee while she blows him. They’d even brought toys into the mix for when they were some place private: cuffs and blindfolds and a long thick rubber dildo that could’ve been the start of something new and dangerous between him the captain.

Jayne forces the bar upward and lets out a deep sigh. So far he’s been the one doing all of the sly touching and, as far as he can see, there ain’t gonna be no new developments from now onwards. Not since the prissy doc caught them at it one night in the rest area and developed a sudden interest in Jayne’s girl. The girl, he corrects himself bitterly, ‘cause Kaylee was never his. He just had loan of her body for a while.

Since then, to work off steam, Jayne spends his free time pumping fist and pumping iron, ignoring the shepherd when he tries to be a friend. Ignoring just about everyone in hope that he’ll get over this… this whatever it is he’s in. Even Wash is staying clear of him; there’s been no more joking around since that last time when Jayne got tetchy and threatened the little man with a fist. He ain’t said sorry yet, ‘though he means to.

“If you keep this up you’re gonna be too built to get through the hatches,” says a voice from above.

Jayne opens his eyes and sees Mal standing over him, sipping on a cup of hot cocoa. Jayne could do with some of that, ‘specially if it comes laced with a slug of liquor to liven it up. He finishes off another set and tries to ease the bar up into its rest. His arms are tiring though and Mal has to put down his mug to help him. Jayne ain’t fond of needing assistance and he scowls belligerently.

“She oughta be thankful,” says Mal, squatting next to the bench. “If it weren’t for us then Simon would never have made a move on her.”

Jayne growls his assent and stares up at the overhead gantry, counting the steel bars that make up the structure.

“A fine old matchmaking service, you might say,” continues the captain.

“Least them clients’d be getting some fun while they was waiting to hook up.” Jayne’s lips twist into an almost smile then he grins for real and it’s a relief not to have to be so gorram miserable for a change.

Mal laughs with him, leaning a hand on Jayne’s thigh to stop himself from overbalancing and the feel of that palm gripping tight hold of the bare skin above his knee makes Jayne think. Mostly about how it’s a rutting shame they didn’t get further along with their games.

Jayne ain’t averse to much in life. If something’s pretty then he has an urge to run his hands over it and make it his own. Captain’s one of them pretty things for sure. Jayne’s always liked the look of the man since day one, but now he likes the taste and the feel of him too.

“It’s good to see you smiling again.” Mal’s looking at him and there’s an edge of something serious in there even though his eyes are still all crinkled up. “Thought my amiable merc had got himself lost for good.”

Jayne snorts loudly from amusement because he’s well aware he ain’t the most good-natured of men, but the moment that hand starts sliding upwards, pushing a path inside the leg of his shorts he forgets most of everything that was on his mind.

Laughter’s all gone from the captain’s face now and Jayne breathes out slow, trying to keep himself calm in case this is all a mistake and he’ll be left high and dry, just the same as he was after Kaylee. He don’t wanna be thinking that way though, not when fingers are rubbing at the inside of his thigh and making his blood race around in a frenzy.

With hands hooked around the back of his neck, he raises his head to watch, looking from Mal’s arm to his eyes and back again. Slowly them fingers crawl upward, teasing circles into his skin and making him bite back moans of need when the fleshy pad of a thumb skims his balls. His cock jerks, pushing at the thick material of his shorts until it lays rigid against his belly and Jayne craves to be touched where it counts most.

Kneeling now, the captain rests one hand on the bench while the other inches further up, grazing the surface of his balls then, so rutting slow, Mal folds his fingers around Jayne’s shaft and begins this hotter than shi stroking which has Jayne all manner of undone in no time at all. Mal lets go for a second, just long enough to unfasten Jayne’s shorts, then he’s pulling at him again, tight but leisurely, making Jayne’s blood pressure rocket as he watches that hand working away at his prick.

All of a sudden though it’s over and Jayne’s expression slips back to morose.

“Can’t do this,” says Mal, zipping Jayne’s dick back inside his pants. Unexpectedly, he leans over and wakes Jayne up from his shell shock gloom with a deep dirty kiss that has him dragging Mal closer until the captain’s covering him like a blanket. “Not here.”

Cock rubbing against cock, they suck and bite at each others’ mouths a while. Just a little more and Jayne’ll be there. He’s hot and horny and he’s ready to come, and right now he don’t care right now whether it happens in his pants or out of them.

“Tamade,” breathes Mal, doing his best to pull away.

They tussle, half-serious half-sexing, as Jayne tries to get more of what he wants, then, tangled up together, they roll off the bench and land sideways on the floor. Jayne’s winded a little but not enough to stop him from sliding a hand into Mal’s pants and fisting that pretty cock.

“No!”

Jayne stops what he’s doing instantly. Most ways because he’s afraid that he’s pushed things too far but another part of him is viciously turned on by the sudden change in Mal’s tone of voice.

“Your bunk. Now.”

Mal’s mouth covers his, tongue fucking him like he means business and Jayne has to summon up every part of his self-restraint not to come in his shorts. He has no idea where this is going and that makes him all the more horny.

Getting to his feet, Mal stands astride Jayne holding out both hands. “Now,” he repeats in that authoritarian way which is an extra couple of notches up from his captain voice and has the spunk in Jayne’s balls doing a pre-emptive surge.

Jayne takes a hold of Mal’s wrists and uses him as leverage to get up, making sure he pushes in close to the captain to threaten him with his sheer size. He can’t deny that the idea of submitting is exciting, but it scares the gorram hell out of him and he ain’t giving himself away too easy.

Mal licks a delicate kiss onto Jayne’s lips then smoothes a hand over his bulge, building up them urges inside Jayne until they reach fever pitch. He’s so rutting close.

“Your bunk, soldier.”

Now Jayne ain’t much of a solider--‘cept for when it comes to killing folks--but he don’t care about the details. Turning smartly, he makes his way along past the infirmary and through into the sleeping quarters. There’s sounds of rutting coming from Kaylee’s bunk and he’s grateful when Mal rests a hand on the small of his back--there’s a whole lot of something in that touch--but Mal don’t need to worry ‘cause Jayne ain’t thinking about his girl at this moment.

Sliding down the ladder into his bunk, he waits at the bottom, watching as Mal locks the hatch up tight. Sex noises can still be heard through the walls, but instead of making Jayne tetchy it fires him up to think that he’ll be making his own sounds soon enough.

“Get undressed,” says the captain and Jayne obeys quicksmart like there’s a threat attached to the end of that sentence. The threat of not getting sexed up maybe.

“Where’s that box of delights of yours?” Mal’s sitting on the edge of his bunk, as calm as can be. The only sign that anything’s different to usual is from the distended front of his pants.

Jayne stares at Mal’s crotch and thinks about the toys that’re stowed away in his locker. It makes him jittery and shy in a rutting weird way and, ignoring the question, he kneels in front of Mal, mouthing at the solid ridge in the captain's breeches.

“If I ask you a question then you answer me.” Mal pushes Jayne’s head away from him. “Now where do you keep them?”

Jayne's as nervous as he ever has been in his whole humped up life. His cock extends out like it’s made of metal; he’s uncomfortably hard and is close to pushing Mal down on the bed and ridding himself of his erection the way he always has. There’s never been much thought put into his sexing. He just does what comes natural.

“Get ‘em for me, Jayne.”

Maybe Mal can see the quandary he’s in. That’s most likely why he keeps using this voice that has Jayne all at sea.

“Do it.”

The more the cap’n talks, the harder Jayne gets. He’ll never live down the shame if he comes just from words being used on him so he fumbles under the bunk for the small plastic tool chest that he uses to keep his private things in.

“Atta boy,” says Mal as Jayne hands over the goods.

The captain folds back the trays then promptly ignores the contents, getting up from the bed and prowling ‘round Jayne’s quarters. After examining the weapons on display Mal opens up a bottle of the wash stuff that Jayne always uses and sniffs at it.

Frustrated by this nothingness, Jayne’s about to stand when there’s more of them words.

“You been missing little Kaylee.”

Jayne’s crouching, ready to get to his feet. “Reckon so,” he answers, looking up and left and deciding whether to move.

“You been missing her or the things she been doing for you?”

The reason Jayne don’t reply is not because he’s being an ignorant hundan, but because he ain’t certain.

“Answer when I speak to you, Jayne.” Fingers pinch at the muscles on his shoulders. “Kneel with your hands behind you then answer my question.”

Jayne does as instructed, extending his arms out behind his back and feeling his cock twitch as a set of metal bracelets snap closed around his wrists.

“I miss the rutting.” His voice is muffled by the rough army style blanket and indisputable lust.

“What part of the rutting?”

His legs are pushed apart and as his cock swings free, the erotic sensations travel all the way up his body making his nipples hard and his throat tighten. He thinks back to the kinds of games they been playing and tries to find a way to put his feelings into words.

“All of it, I reckon.”

“Not good enough, Jayne.”

Mal shifts slightly and the sensation of the rough material of breeches rubbing against his thigh causes Jayne to stiffen to impossible aching hardness. He’s gotta come. He needs to come now. Then a slap of soft sticky latex against his arse serves as a distraction.

“Tell me what you miss.”

Jayne gulps. There was a game--a real good game--that happened one night when Kaylee had wanted to play hard. The thick length of rubber slaps against him once more then there’s an icy cold wetness around his hole and a dribble of something wet running down his leg.

“Tell me what you miss most.”

He’s seeing it in his mind’s eye. Kaylee’s slipping the toy into a leather harness and she’s-

“Say it!”

The rubber dong berates him again; one loud spank for each cheek.

“When Kaylee used that strap on.” The words come out in a sudden flurry and Jayne’s thrusting back now, reaching for the feel of the latex. Desperate.

Wo de tian a. His balls are pulsing like crazy when he thinks back to that night spent away from the ship. All the dirty filthy rutting that had gone on which left him sore for more than a week. Kaylee’d strapped that harness on and made him kneel for her. ‘Please, Jayne,’ she’d said, fluttering them eyelashes at him with her mouth all pouty and swollen from blow jobs.

“Say what you mean.”

Jayne can’t feel anything now: no material against his legs, no slickness, no fake prick beating on him.

“When she fucked me with it,” he gasps, reliving it all over again, seeing it in that mirror that the captain had fetched down off the wall and angled just right. He remembers the look on Mal’s face as he slammed into Kaylee and began humping her in time with her own thrusts. Little girl sandwiched between two big men.

“You miss getting fucked.”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes…” And the reason Jayne can’t stop saying the word is that Mal’s fingers are inside him, stretching him open and digging into his deepest darkest secrets.

“Say it.”

“I miss getting fucked.”

“You want this?”

The knob of the dildo presses against his hole. It’s the same frighteningly big toy that was used last time, but he’s thoroughly prepped now and it slides home nice and easy.

“God,” he groans as the dildo pushes into him. “Made.”

If he’s touched, he’ll come. If it gets any faster, he’ll come. If he so much as thinks, he’ll come.

“Fuck, Jayne, oh fuck. Oh fuck.”

He’s more than expecting it; he’s rutting well aching for it. And when it begins he moans low and thick and long, pushing out and back as he takes in every inch of the captain’s cock.

“Giving you what you need,” says Mal, that control voice sliding a little as he breathes deep and fucks hard.

And if this is how he wants it, Jayne’s more than happy to play along.