dusty (dustandroses) wrote in dustyrydersrecs, @ 2005-10-29 15:18:00 |
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Firefly
Fandom: Firefly
Title: A Good Idea
Author: Eleanor K (emungere)
Genre: Slash, First Time, Angst
Pairing: Mal/Jayne
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Slight mention of Torture
Spoilers: Minor spoilers for Episode 9 - Out Of Gas
Notes: This fic is
backstory - how Jayne ends up on Serenity, and the beginning of the
relationship between Mal and Jayne. It seems very much in
character for both of them, with a great side plot of Wash and Zoe just
becoming a couple, and Kaylee being her usual irrepressible self.
The whole thing just fits perfectly - if Mal and Jayne were canon, this
could very easily be how it would have happened. And it makes me
smile. There's just not enough Mal/Jayne fic out there.
:::stamps foot::: Dammit.
Excerpt:
When Wash asks him to pass the rolls, Mal is presented with a dilemma.
To pass the rolls, he'll have to use the hand that's currently trying
to keep Jayne from molesting him under the supper table.
If he puts down his chopsticks to use the other hand, it's going to
make it pretty obvious that there's some reason he's got his other hand
in his lap. There is a reason, a very good reason. If Jayne gets his
way, Mal's going to come in his pants before this meal is over.
He could tell Jayne to stop. He *should* tell Jayne to stop.
He gives up custody of Jayne's hand and passes the rolls, trying not to bite his lip as fingers brush over his crotch.
He *should* tell Jayne to stop. He just doesn't want to. Never mind
that he's going to be sitting at this table waiting for his erection to
die down for a good long while after supper is over. He can handle
that.
He can handle these semi-public games, the footsie under the table,
the teasing and touching. It's fine. It's safe. With Zoe and Wash and
Kaylee in the room, nothing's going to happen.
What's worrying him is that Jayne's going to try something else,
somewhere more private, and Mal really will have to say no to that. He
shouldn't be letting it go this far, but--
He bites down on the inside of his cheek as a large hand cups the bulge in his pants, rubbing lightly.
But it feels so good. And he wants it so badly. He's making
promises with his body that he shouldn't be making. It's not fair to
Jayne.
Tomorrow, he tells himself. Tomorrow he'll sort things out.
I rate this fic: I Like This Fic