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One
Jayne loves it when Simon's clean. Not the clean from a shower, where he smells of soap and shampoo. No, Jayne loves it when Simon smells like himself. After Simon cleans the infirmary and scrubs all the blood and dirt from patching them up, all that's left is the slightly crisp smell of astringent and something purely Simon. When the young man drops down into their bunk and Jayne smells him, he can't help his hands as they pin the doctor to the wall. Jayne also can't help as his tongue swipes across the pale column of Simon's neck. The moan that issues from Simon's throat only inflames him further. Jayne leans forward, breathing in deeply the scent of his arousal. As the mercenary strips the doctor's clothes from his body he remembers that Simon tastes just as good as he smells.
Two
Jayne hates it when Simon's dirty. They're in a bar and some piece of tā mā de is flirting with Simon. Jayne watches as the doctor brushes off the hand on his shoulder and grabs their drinks. The man says something that makes Simon blush and shake his head. Jayne almost leaps up from his chair when the guy grabs Simon's arm, his other hand grabbing at Simon's ass. Instead he bursts out laughing as Simon sends the man tumbling down to the floor with a clever sidestep and a kick to the back of his foot. Later that night, Jayne pulls Simon into the shower growling, "I need ta wash the dirt off ya." He takes special care running the sponge over his body, paying particular attention to his shoulder and his arm. As his hands glide over Simon's ass, fingers travelling down the cleft he whispers in his lover's ear, "Ain't nobody allowed to make ya dirty but me."
Three
Jayne loves it when Simon's eating fruit. After a rather successful job, that for once had no problems, the kitchen's stocked again with fresh food. This time the planet they're on is filled with orchards, and plums are the prime fruit of the season. The mercenary's lounging in one of the chairs at the dining table watching in half amusement half arousal as Simon eats. The slurping noise he makes as the juice of the fruit runs down his chin is almost obscene. Jayne thinks it's funny considering how Simon's supposed to have a fancy upbringing and all. It's a first, since most of the time the doctor cuts up his fruit and eats it. Simon's holding the half eaten plum in one hand, licking the sticky sweetness off his fingers one by one. Jayne's fully hard now as he stares at Simon swiping his tongue over each digit. A small groan escapes from the back of his throat as the doctor bites into the soft flesh with a wet squishing noise. Jayne's fascination with his moist juice stained lips is brought to an end as Simon cuts into his reverie with a sharply spoken, "What?" Jayne just shakes his head as he swings his feet off the chair beside him to sit upright. But Simon's already seen it, his eyes capture Jayne's with a smouldering look as he deliberately raises what's left of the plum to his mouth and sucks. Jayne smirks back, getting up and walking towards the door he mutters, "I'll be in my bunk." After a few moments spent savouring the lingering taste in his mouth, Simon smiles. Rising, he grabs a few more plums off the table and whispers to the empty room, "I'll be in Jayne's bunk."
Four
Jayne hates it when Simon rides him. It's not because he doesn't like it. No, it's wonderful in so many ways. It's because he swears Simon is trying to kill him. The kid has him tied to the bed and he's bouncing away like his life depends on it. The mercenary wonders where Simon learned to tie people up so well, since his arms and legs are totally immobile. He's learned not to try and get out of the bonds, the last time he tried Simon climbed off of him and went to make dinner. Fingers are snapped in front of his face. "Hey, where'd you go?" Jayne leers up at him, "Just thinkin' on good ya look up there."
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As Simon collapses on top of him, his last thought before he passes out is, "He's definitely trying to kill me."
Five
Jayne loves it when Simon's in doctor mode. Simon's sure of himself, commanding and totally in control. He stands outside the infirmary watching Simon's hands work quickly, extracting a bullet from Mal's shoulder. As the doctor presses gauze to the wound his eyes flick up, searching for Jayne, seeing him, and giving him a quick grin. After Mal's stabilized and he's patched up everyone else's scrapes and scratches, in the privacy of their bunk, Jayne lets him attend to him. Only here will Simon drop his façade. He struggles to calm his shaking hands as he stitches up a long knife wound in Jayne's arm. His face bleeds worry and concern and Jayne doesn't mind this either. The warm feeling of being needed settles in his chest as he pulls Simon close muttering, "It's okay, I'm still here."
Six
Jayne hates it when Simon has a hard time with River. She's been having more good days than bad, and even the bad days are starting to get fewer and farther between. But even though she is pretty much family sometimes Jayne just wants to strangle her. He knows that Simon still feels like there is something more he should be doing for her. He knows that sometimes he feels lost trying to figure out what's wrong. Simon's told him as much in so many words. Jayne's not a smart man but he's sharp enough to know when Simon just needs a break. He's clever enough to talk Kaylee into keeping her company as he bundles Simon into bed. And he's content just to lie there stoking Simon's hair as he drifts to sleep against his chest.
Seven
Jayne loves it when Simon's flustered. Wash has just told Simon that they can hear him down the hall. He's blushing uncontrollably and stammering to apologize. "We were sure Jayne was trying to kill you" says Wash with a mischievous grin, "cause you were screaming fit to be murdered." Simon ducks his head as he sees even Zoe smirk. Jayne never thought he would think of anyone as adorable or cute but at this moment it is the only way he can describe Simon. Wash continues on, "Or maybe Simon's starting a new religion," even Book looks up at this, his lips pursed, caught in between amusement and disapproval, "cause Simon calls out to 'God' enough someone might take notice." The doctor has his face in his hands now and all that Jayne can see is the pink tips of his ears. Surprisingly enough, it's Mal that takes pity on him. Sliding out of his chair he walks over and claps a hand down on Simon's shoulder. "Don't worry doc, you and him are about even with the amount he screams your name." Everyone turns to gape at Jayne, his face now bright red with embarrassment. The captain smiles as he strolls out of the room cause there's nothing as sweet as revenge on Jayne for all those sleepless nights.
Eight
Jayne hates it when Simon can't sleep. He knows that Simon doesn't want to worry him but it's always disturbing to wake up to an empty bed. Jayne also knows that sometimes Simon's mind can't shut down, that like his sister, there's too much information to process. Tonight he can't let it go; climbing out of his bunk he encounters Mal walking towards the bridge. The captain regards him silently then jerks his head toward the cargo bay. Jayne makes his way there and stops as he sees Simon pacing barefoot along the catwalk. The mercenary's eerily reminded of River as he watches him move around. A sudden idea grabs a hold of him and he stalks the doctor into a dark hallway. Pinning him to a wall, Jayne assaults him, his tongue stoking the soft palate of Simon's mouth, hands groping him savagely. Simon's tense at first, but relaxes in Jayne's arms as he figures out that he's not being attacked by some unknown assailant. One of Jayne's hands dips into Simon's sleep pants. He begins to roughly stoke him, but he pauses as the doctor grips his shoulders tightly. Jayne kisses him gently then murmurs softly against his ear, "Simon, let's go to bed."
Nine
Jayne loves it when Simon's jealous. He revels in the fact that he can push his buttons in that way. Jayne's favourite instance was over Vera. It had been couple of hectic weeks pulling a heist and they had all been too exhausted to engage in any hanky panky the entire time. Afterwards, Jayne had finally gotten time to clean his guns. It was something that was ingrained in his behaviour. He could never relax after a job until he had cleaned his guns. Simon was watching him intently from the bed as his hands ran up and down the length of the rifle, polishing Vera to a high shine. Jayne could feel the jealously radiating out of the burning gaze. He smirked as he could see it was not directed not at him but the gun in his hands. "Do you have to do that now?" he mutters petulantly. "We're finally able to rest and you want to spend all night cleaning your guns." The mercenary wants to laugh as he watches Simon irritably flip over on the bed with his back to him. He's been finished for over twenty minutes but he wants to toy with the younger man just a little bit more. "Feeling frustrated are ya?" Simon grumbles, saying something unintelligible. "What was that? I didn't quite hear ya? Jayne teases him. The doctor sits up and begins peeling off his night shirt. Jayne's mouth drops open as he watches Simon's hand dive into his sleep pants, "Yes! And if you don't get over here and do something about it then I will!" Jayne had to later apologize to Vera for dropping her on the floor.
Ten
Jayne hates it when Simon's mad at Mal. It's almost like hero worship and he doesn't like it, doesn't like it one bit. Mal's totally oblivious to it and that suits Jayne just fine. Because as much as he'd like to ignore it, he knows that Mal's taken a few long looks at Simon every now and then. And at that moment Jayne recalls a moment that made his blood boil. He's about to step in the infirmary but stops as he hears Simon yelling at the captain for getting them in yet another situation. Peeking around the corner he sees Mal leaning against a counter as Simon's peeling off a bloodstained shirt. The young doctor misses the appraising look and when he turns to retrieve a shirt in a bottom drawer Mal's eyes flick downward ogling the doc's tightly clad backside. Not something he wanted to remember as he's getting angrier at the moment listening to Simon rant 'Mal doesn't listen to this' or 'Mal doesn't understand that' as doc paces back and forth in their bunk. "Jayne, are you even listening to me?" He's about to reach his breaking point and it doesn't help when the doctor frowns and says, "What? Do you think Mal's right?" Jayne glares at him and he sees Simon take a step back. Without warning Jayne grabs Simon around the waist and pulls him down on the bunk. Sliding his body over him Jayne whispers hotly in his ear, "I don't give a gorramn cent what Mal thinks. Now stop thinkin' on him. I don't want any other man makin' ya hot but me."