Mal lays staring at the inside of his eyelids, desperately trying to convince himself this is not complicated. His hands are twisted into desperate fists in the sheets by his sides. His is aware that his lips are moving, there are words, but he refuses to believe he has any control over what those words are.
Jayne does something inexplicable with his tongue and Mal's jerked back to reality with a gasp. He twists his fingers into Jayne's hair and fights the overwhelming urge to scream like a little girl. Jayne grins, as far as that is possible given his current situation, and does the indescribable tongue thing again. Mal gasps his name and arches up from the bed, hips thrusting his cock half way down Jayne's open and willing throat.
Mal's mind goes white and fills with shiny little stars which leaves him limp and grinning like he's just been doped. Jayne licks a path up Mal's body, paying particular attention to an inch of skin just below Mal's navel which makes Mal wiggle under him. When he finally makes it back up to eye level Mal's smile is so smug it's almost obscene. Jayne gives an evil chuckle and traces Mal's lips with the tip of his tongue.
"What?" Mal cracks one eye open and trails his fingers tips up Jayne's arm and over his shoulder.
"Just thinkin' 'bout those pretty lips of yours." Jayne dips his head and kisses Mal, all slow and steady like they got all the time in the verse. It's one of those things that makes Mal nervous. When they finally part Mal's got both arms round Jayne's neck and is slightly horrified by how girlie it looks.
"What 'bout these lips?" Mal can't help grinning as he looks at Jayne, his lips red and swollen from there recent activities. Jayne can't drag his eyes from Mal's lips and he gets this hungry, lust filled look about him just before he runs his tongue across them.
"Thinkin' 'bout. . ." the grin returns as his fingers brushes against Mal's lower lip, "'bout all the pretty words they say." He gives a low chuckle and lowers his mouth to Mal's throat, sucks on his pulse a little until he feels it racing, then kisses a line up to those lips again. Mal's brain is working again.
"What do they say?" His pulse is racing, so's his mind; what did he say? Oh, for fuck sake, must stay focussed next time he's getting blown. Better yet just don't do this again. Too complicated. Jayne is kissing him again before Mal can speak.
Jayne rolls and lays on his side, propped up on one elbow looking down at Mal and tracing lines over Mal's chest with just his finger tips.
"Oh, they say lots of things." He leans in and begins to whisper in Mal's ear, a long trail of filthy things that make Mal ache to be hard again.
Fuck me. Lao-tyen boo, please. Please. Fuck me. Shr ah harder. Faster. Deeper.
Mal blushes and knows it's ridiculous, knows those words came from his mouth. Remembers most of them, or if not the words then the feelings, remembers thinking them at least. He gives Jayne a strange look, wondering if maybe there's two readers on this boat. Jayne's got this horny grin and his hands have ventured lower, Mal realises, stroking down the inside of Mal's thigh, while his cock rests heavy on Mal's hip.
It takes about five minutes and Jayne has got Mal saying all those things again and Mal can hear the voice in the back of his head screaming between each thrust of Jayne's hips: Complications. So - fucking - many...