Rating: Hard R/NC17
Pairing: Mal/Simon
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Word Prompt: Storm
Simon wasn't sure how long it had been since he moved from the doorway, but he'd been walking through the rain for a while once he'd realised the storm wasn't stopping any time soon. It had strengthened now; the rain was thick and heavy and coating the air with a mist and the wind had a bite to it that seemed accentuated when the thunder cracked, leaving his ears ringing.
He'd always hated storms when he was younger. River had loved them of course, which didn't surprise Simon in the least. He was sure, after his fear had been quashed years when he had been convinced to go out into a storm with his roommate at Medacad, naked, to just feel what power a true storm held and released into the verse, that Power had been the reason that River had loved them.
He recalled the energy he'd felt after revelling in the sensation of water flowing freely over his body, the shocks that crashed through him with every crack of thunder and every bolt of lightning. He remembered the feel of the flush of his skin as his roommate came to stand in front of him, and eyed him head to toe as if he was some kind of dessert. How erotic it was just to have someone stare at his body, and get hard because of it. How erotic it was to get so hard from having someone look. How intense the orgasm was that had ripped through him at the sight of his friend fisting his own cock. Watching hands splay over nipples and rub over chest and leg. Feeling that hot fluid of someone else's cum, jet and spurt onto his body, burning their very essence into skin. Having it all washed away, but having it stain just the same.
Simon stopped walking, allowing himself a moment to revel in the memory. He leaned his head back and felt the wet on his face, and his hand moved down to grab at his crotch, unsurprised to find his cock hard and eager for attention. He gave it a firm stroke through his trousers, and a moan escaped his lips as the image of his roommate turned into a very familiar, very naked Captain. And as he opened his eyes he gasped as he saw, only meters away from him, a very stunned looking, fully dressed one.
Mal could not believe what he was seeing. He'd left the ship not five minutes ago in a panic, worried that something had happened to the doctor, and Simon ruttin' Tam was standing in the rain, looking for all the verse like a man possessed; his head flung back revealing that smooth expanse of white skin Mal had dreamed of running his tongue across so many times he couldn't count. His gaze followed Simon's hand as it dropped, and he watched as the young man roughly stroked between his legs and his mouth opened, releasing a moan that was carried to Mal's ears over the falling water. His eyes widened as he felt his cock harden. Images of Simon naked in the rain, wet and hard, water washing over him, while he fisted his cock and moaned into the wind assaulted Mal, and just at that moment, the boy opened his eyes and stared right at him.
Urge overwhelmed sanity and he strode over to the doctor, reaching out to the younger man. One hand eased into the small of his back while the other grabbed a fistful of the collar of his coat, and Mal pulled Simon closer to him and covered those parted lips with his own.
Simon's mouth was only still for a moment, while his brain processed what was happening, and then he responded, plundering Mal's mouth with his tongue. One of his hands was trapped between their bodies against his cock, and he could feel Mal's own hardness against the back of it. Simon moved his other hand round Mal's waist and tugged him closer, deliberately angling Mal's body so that his cock pressed up harder against the back of his hand. And then he stroked. One firm, long languid stroke that sent sparks through them both. Then Mal was pulling away and pushing at his clothes. His coat was shrugged off his shoulders, and Simon felt the rain penetrate through the material of his shirt before he felt Mal's hands on him, fingers tugging at the buttons.
Simon's eyes opened and he looked at the older man, heard the question being asked and nodded a mere second before his shirt was torn away from his body and flung to the ground.
Mal watched as the rain sluiced over Simon's naked torso. When Simon raised his hand from his crotch and rubbed it across his own chest, catching a nipple. The sight of it made him gasp. The images that had assaulted Mal moments before flooded through him with a vengeance, and he pulled his own coat off, swiftly following it with his shirt. As the rain hit his skin, he shuddered, momentarily shocked. And then, he smiled.
The thunder and lightning rolled and struck in unison, and it was as if an unspoken agreement passed between the two men. The rain fell in the space between them, but they paid it no heed. Both kicked off their footwear and remaining clothes, and each moved towards the other, stopping only a touch away.
Together they surrendered to the storm.
