Jayne stiffened- unsure what to do now that he had been thrust into this position without warning. Sweating a little he thought of what he wanted to do, but was certain that was out of the question, especially with the young doctor in such a state. Surely there were alternatives though he admitted that all of his ideas centered around making the core boy shed his carefully constructed composure.
The smaller man still stared at him with wide eyes- albeit hazy ones- unable to comprehend just what had led them into this situation. He was absolutely terrified that this might not be what the rough mercenary had been suggesting. Despite his fear, he couldn't keep himself from noticing the pleasant prickle of the man's beard, the heady musk that saturated his clothes, or hard curve of the muscled arms in his grasp.
Being wound up so tight for so long- it seemed that he had finally snapped. With the aid of alcohol's not-so-gentle shove in the "right" direction he'd thrown himself at the gruff man that drove him mad in so many different ways. Now that they'd finally touched he found himself using all his strength not to tear at his suddenly constrictive clothes and lose himself in the passion of another- something he hadn't done for entirely too long. He just wished that Jayne would so something besides stare at him with that blank expression and rigid composure.
Jayne broke out of his trance abruptly and grabbed Simon firmly by the shoulders. Breaking the kiss- his gaze swept the room before settling on the doctor again. Seeming to finally come to a decision he tackled the younger man with a low growl escaping his teeth. Convinced that his life was just about to end, Simon flinched but instead of being met with a painful blow he felt a hot whisper tickle his ear, "Fuck it all, I need you."
Simon's eyes went wide at the statement and he groaned as he felt rough hands tug at his hair and the scratch of the other man's beard against his throat. Simon took a deep breath and released it slowly letting his defiance and pride go with it. He clutched at the other man's back and arched into his warm body- anxiously awaiting the moment when his mind finally shut down and the heat of the moment was all that was left.
Jayne's calloused hands slid down to the boy's jaw- holding his head leaning in for a kiss. Simon drew a sharp intake of breath 'Hadn't he said- ?' he didn't have the time to finish his thought as he heard the clank of boots and a small giggle off to his side. With nauseating speed his awareness returned- at least as much as the alcohol allowed. "I knew it! I could see-".
Simon flushed a deep red and roughly forced his way out from under Jayne, unable to hear anything that the other two occupants of the room might be saying- his heart hammering in his ears. He headed into his room, locking the door behind him only able to think 'I was caught. What did I do?' over and over. It was a self deprecating mantra that took over his thoughts, the alcohol feeding the black though. What did I do?