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Ten

Boone allowed Jayne a few minutes of holding him tightly and kissing him like crazy before forcing them to come up for air. "Much as I'm enjoying this, my arms are falling asleep," he muttered against Jayne's temple. The merc chuckled and sat up again, looking long and hard at the body splayed beneath him. Boone squirmed under the scrutiny as his face heated, though in reality it had never cooled down.

"Guess I could letcha go," Jayne grinned, pulling the sniper into a sitting position as well. Staring into his eyes, he reached around Boone, pressing their bare chests together as he loosened the ties around his partner's wrists. Once free, he took the man's hands and placed them on his own waist, encouraging Boone to touch him. He could feel both their pulses racing now.

Boone hesitated. He hated being in uncharted territory. Tentatively, he smoothed his hands up Jayne's chest, realizing for the first time just how expansive it was. The man was the size of a continent. He knew it was childish, but he didn't like that he literally didn't measure up to this man. Being two inches shorter, his proportions were slight in comparison; more lean than skinny, but that wasn't the point.

What he did like, however, was the wonderful sigh his hands drew out of that chest as he fanned his fingers over ribs and collarbones. Jayne's eyes slid closed, his own hands absentmindedly massaging the sharp angles of Boone's hips. It continued to amaze him that they could react to each other this way.

Jayne shook his head. It weren't fair that he was nearly undone already and all the man had done was touch his chest. Course, it was more that he was willingly touching Jayne's chest than just the touching him part, but still. This would not be over until he was buried balls deep inside Boone. Without warning, he pulled him close, descending into another passionate kiss.

Boone didn't fight this time as he found himself being pushed backward until Jayne was lying on top of him. The weight wasn't restraining, it was comforting. It still scared the shit out of him, since he wasn't used to wanting that, but he did his best to shut off his brain as Jayne attempted to suck his tonsils out through his mouth. Blood was rushing from all corners of his body to that one spot that had never really gone soft in all this, and he was grateful that his body was so thoroughly distracted.

Feeling the man beneath him begin to tremble, Jayne disengaged just long enough to slip a hand between them and latch his lips onto that ever-tempting throat. When his fingers curled around the throbbing member, he groaned loudly, grinding his pelvis into the eager flesh. "Boone," he moaned, the lust thickening and deepening his voice.

Boone shuddered, never imagining that his name could sound like that. But that wasn't really right. "Craig," he gasped before he could stop himself.

Jayne propped himself up on an elbow so he could look into Boone's eyes. "Craig?" he repeated. For a moment, he worried that Boone was calling out someone else's name, but his previous aversion to anything sly made him think otherwise.

Boone turned his face, embarrassed. "Boone is my last name. My first name is Craig."

Jayne was dumbfounded for a minute, confused and a little pissed. "H'come we've been in the same gorram bed fer near on six months and I'm just now hearin' about it?"

"No one but Carla ever called me Craig," the man mumbled, still not looking at him.

Carla? As in the dead wife he never ever talked about Carla? The one he still kinda mourned when he thought they weren't looking Carla? "Not even Frank?" Jayne clarified.

"I told her, but she just scrunched up her nose and said her uncle's name was Craig and that was just creepy, so she stuck with Boone. I never minded, really." It would be nice, though, to be reminded that he really did have a first name. Most days he was worried he'd forget it if he didn't purposefully think about it from time to time.

No way. There was no way in the rutting 'verse Jayne could be that special. To be put on the same level as Boone's - Craig's - wife, was incomprehensible - and yes, he knew what that meant. Swallowing hard, he slid off the sniper enough to pull his pants - and why in the hell's fire was he still wearing them - fully off. He didn't say a word as he began prepping his partner's entrance again, lifting a leg and draping it over his shoulder as he worked his fingers inside.

Boone wasn't sure what had come over Jayne, or why he suddenly went quiet and serious. Was he upset that he hadn't told him his name sooner? The gentleness in which the merc was touching him didn't seem like it was done out of anger, though. Soon he stopped caring what Jayne was thinking, and lost himself to the wonderful sensations being ripped from his body. Fuck yes, this was a thousand times better that he'd imagined it would be. He had to fight tooth and nail to hold on before Jayne could get inside him. He would not lose this time. "Jayne," he finally ground out, moving against the fingers still stretching him as he buried his own in Jayne's hair. "Hurry."

Jayne needed no further encouragement. In one swift move, he'd pulled his fingers out and leaned forward, a leg now over each of his shoulders. He grinned to himself, knowing he was about to test out just how flexible the sniper really was. He lined up his cock and pushed in in one smooth thrust.

Boone screwed his eyes shut and cried out, but it wasn't all in pain. Yeah, it was harder than hell not to remember that the last time something that big was in his ass it was for the sole purpose of hurting him, but at the same time, this felt completely different. The intent wasn't the same, and he was amazed at the difference that made. "Fuck," he choked out, gripping the sheets beneath him as if they were his only tether to reality.

Jayne chuckled, leaning over him. "Thought I already was," he said with a grin. "Lessen yer saying ta move."

Boone groaned, not understanding how Jayne could be cracking a joke at a time like this. "Not. Yet," he breathed. He was teetering on the edge of something, and he didn't know whether it was going to split him in two or not.

Jayne understood the discomfort and sobered. He softly traced his fingers over Boone's abdomen before stroking him, happy he was still hard at least. He leaned down slowly, so as not to move too much inside him, before pressing their mouths together. He still felt Boone tense, though, so he leaned back a bit and shushed him. "S' alright, Craig," he said softly enough that it surprised even him. "Jus' let it pass," he murmured.

Boone forced himself to finally look at Jayne, his chest tightening when he heard his name like that. He realized he had stopped breathing and had to drag air into his lungs on a ragged gasp. Emotion threatened to drown him then, and he tried like hell to keep his face dry. "I'm a fool," he said. No amount of torture would get him to admit that he clung to Jayne in that moment, but calling it holding didn't really change the fact.

"Nah," Jayne soothed, running his hand over Boone's forehead. "A little slow, maybe," he laughed, "but ya ain't a fool."

Boone didn't agree, but he remained silent. If he hadn't run screaming from this the way he had, maybe this wouldn't have meant as much, but a lot of people were dead or hurt over his own stupid pride. Because he couldn't admit even to himself that he'd fallen in love with a man. With this man. He cleared his throat, finding his voice again. "Move," he breathed.

Jayne let out a sigh of relief as he canted his hips into Boone. Staying still like that was hell, but as Boone started moaning and rising up to meet him, it was so worth it. That tight heat was amazing, and gorram it, he wasn't going to last. He fisted Boone's cock, working it in time with his thrusts, which he was systematically angling to hit Boone's prostate. After half a dozen tries, he nailed it, and the sniper practically howled at the sensation.

If Boone thought Jayne would be merciful at that point, he was sorely mistaken. Once he found it, the merc didn't stop pounding into that spot that sent him careening towards oblivion. He felt his mouth moving, but his ears were too busy trying to hear the fireworks behind his eyes to tell him what he was saying. Craig Craig Craig Craig was all that was going through his mind, like Jayne was willing the name into him whether he was saying it aloud or not.

Finally, the merc reached his limit. "Now, Craig," he huffed, fighting the end, if only for a few more moments. "Cum fer me now!"

Boone found that his body had no qualms listening to that order, and with a deep groan, he shot his hot seed between them. His high seemed to last forever, and at one point, he thought he would pass out before coming down. He felt Jayne jerk against him as his own orgasm hit, the hot splash inside him adding to his own sense of euphoria.

Jayne had the sense to move Boone's legs from off his shoulders before collapsing on the man, but that was about all he could think of besides holy rutting hell that was amazing. "Frank's gonna be pissed she missed out on this," he sighed, rolling onto his side with a wolffish grin. Self satisfied was the word.

Boone bolted up, scanning the room. "When the hell did she leave?" he asked a little more frantically than he meant to. He had zero recollection of her departure.

Jayne shrugged. "Dunno 'zactly, jus' that she wasn't there when I got on top a ya. Wouldn't worry too much, I'm sure she'll join in next time."

The reference to a next time had Boone flushing again. Confessions aside, this was still very new to him. The possibilities, though... So many new positions just opened up to them now that Frank wasn't the only one who had to be in the middle. If he hadn't just had two of the most amazing orgasms of his life, he'd be getting hard again, just at the idea. He was kind of glad none of them were in their twenties anymore.

They'd never come up for air at that point.