Title: Fifty Credits
Author: Eleanor K.
Posted: 31 July, 2003
Series/Sequel: Sequel to Right.
Disclaimer: Not mine. All hail Joss.
Mal paused to wipe the sweat from his forehead and survey his work.
Boxes were piled everywhere, all of them in different places than
they had occupied an hour ago. When Kaylee had wandered in to see
what he was doing, he'd told her things needed reorganizing.
The cargo bay didn't need reorganizing. Mal needed to reorganize
the cargo bay.
He needed not to think, and this was ideal in that it occupied him
while keeping him on his feet. Sitting was currently something he
would rather avoid.
It had been years since he let anyone...and then... Like he had
no will power at all. How long had it taken Jayne to convince him?
Less than five minutes, Mal was sure.
And that bet. He'd have to pay the fifty credits just to get out
If he wanted to get out of it.
Of course he wanted to get out of it. Sex with Jayne for a week?
No way. No ruttin' way.
Sex. Every single night for a week. With Jayne. Hands moving over
his body, the press and weight and heat of Jayne against him. Smell
and taste and the sounds Jayne made. The sounds Jayne made him make.
Mal jumped. Not off the ground or anything, but enough to embarrass
"Do you got to sneak up on me like that?"
Jayne grinned at him. "If I was sneaking, you still wouldn't know
I was here. Did you want help with this?"
"No. Go clean Vera or something. I'm fine here."
"Really? 'Cause it kinda looked to me like you were just standing
around. Maybe waiting for someone."
"If I was, it wasn't you."
Jayne stepped closer. Leering. Jayne was leering at him. Hell's
"We had a deal," Jayne said. Almost menacing, if Mal had been in
any mood to be menaced. Almost teasing, if Mal had been in any mood
to share the joke.
"It's the middle of the damn day." Which, he realized as the words
left his mouth, was a tacit agreement of sorts.
"Yeah. So?" Jayne took a step forward, and Mal took a step back.
"It was a bad idea, Jayne. I'll get you your money later today."
Jayne looked upwards, making a show of considering. "Nope," he said
at last. "Don't think so. Think I'll take it now."
Mal sighed, feeling relieved...and vaguely disappointed. "I'll get
A hand on his chest stopped him.
"You don't got it with you?"
Mal shook his head. Jayne's hands slid up his chest to curl around
the side of his neck, thumb stroking roughly along his jaw.
"Well, ain't that unfortunate," Jayne said. "A man ought to be ready
to honor his debts any time, day or night. Don't you think?"
Mal knew where this was going, knew he had to stop it. Jayne was
pushing hard, but no harder than he had last night. He'd fall into
line. The right words, the right expression. It never took all that
much to put down Jayne's small rebellions.
But Mal wasn't doing a gorram thing.
He stood still, feeling his breathing quicken, his cock stir. When
Jayne closed the gap between them and ground his hips forward, Mal
reached up to angle his face for a kiss.
He wrapped his arms around Jayne's neck and wished he could crawl
inside that kiss and stay there. This was one thing you couldn't
get from your right hand.
His shirt was yanked out of his pants, and two warm hands wandered
over his back and sides. Fingers skimmed up his chest, tracing the
scar he still bore from Niska's special little toy.
"This still hurt?" Jayne asked.
"Nope. Only thing that hurts right now is my ass, so you can forget
"Well, if you're gonna wimp out over a little pain..."
He smacked Jayne's arm. "Watch out. I'll show you a little pain."
"Whatever you say, Captain."
He didn't need to see Jayne's smirk. He could hear it, feel it against
his neck, just about taste it as he captured Jayne's mouth again.
It was too easy to let this happen. He needed to get himself under
some kind of control.
He got a handful of Jayne's shirt and pushed him back a bit.
"Ready to honor your side of this, Jayne?"
Mal smiled. "Glad to hear it." He put his hands on Jayne's shoulders
and pushed down. He wasn't using anywhere near enough pressure to
force things, but from the way Jayne's eyes went wide, he got the
"What, now?" He looked around at the empty cargo bay. "Here?"
"You said any time."
"You want to me to--"
There was a moment when he thought he'd gone too far, but as he
watched, Jayne's eyes went dark with lust, and Jayne dropped to
his knees with a thud. That had to have hurt, but there was no hint
of it in his face.
Mal brushed his hand over short cropped hair. Jayne looked up at
him for a second, and Mal just had time to register something in
that glance, apprehension maybe, before Jayne's hands were opening
his fly, tugging his pants down.
A sloppy lick down the length of his cock was enough to bring him
to full hardness, made him reach behind him for support. He leaned
up against the wall, grabbing the storage locker beside him. The
locker would shield them from the sight of anyone who just glanced
in, but this really was a horribly bad idea.
Jayne's lips closed hesitantly over the head of his cock, licking,
sucking gently. All thought of stopping fled, and Mal bit his lip
hard. So good. Good to have Jayne doing this for him, unlikely as
it seemed. Both hands ghosted across Jayne's hair, but he wouldn't
let himself hold on. He was getting the feeling this was hard enough
for the other man as it was.
Jayne moved forward, taking more of him in, but only for a second.
He pulled back, coughing.
"Mal, I don't know if--"
"It's okay. Use your hand."
Jayne frowned briefly, but closed a hand around the shaft, taking
the head in his mouth. Mal winced at a clumsy brush of teeth, but
then there was a steady suction, and Jayne's hand started to move.
Jayne reached up with his free hand to steady himself against Mal's
hip, and Mal looked down at him. Something unbelievable about *Jayne*
doing him here, just dropping to his knees in public with hardly
a word of protest. And trying so hard to get it right.
Tongue and rough palm against the hot skin of his aching cock, moving
faster, harder, tighter, more, and Mal tried to warn him, but the
words were a moan, and then he was coming hard.
Afterward, getting the tangle of pants and underwear and suspenders
straightened out, he sank down on his heels in front of Jayne and
kissed him. Sucked on his bottom lip where Jayne hadn't managed
to swallow everything. Stroked hands through his hair, down his
neck. When he drew back, Jayne followed, seeking blindly after his
mouth, eyes still closed, face flushed. Hard enough that he bowed
his head and just panted when Mal brushed his erection through his
Mal sat back, hands clasped in front of him, waiting until Jayne
looked at him.
"First time?" he asked.
"Shit," Jayne sighed. "That obvious, huh?"
It took some effort, but Mal didn't laugh. "You did good."
"Oh, yeah." And if that came out more fervently that he had intended,
well, at least Jayne looked happy about it. "You know what they
say," he couldn't help adding. "Practice makes perfect."
"You got a one track mind."
Jayne snorted. "Not what I was talking about, but now that you mention
"Maybe tomorrow." Totally giving up any idea that they wouldn't
be doing this all week.
"So what about now?" Jayne's voice was strained. "Ain't that far
to my bunk."
Mal stood up, pulling Jayne up with him.
"Now I got work to do." He smirked as Jayne's jaw fell open in outrage.
"And I ought to point out to you that the way you phrased that bet
was pretty unspecific. In fact, near as I can tell, the only one
who's getting anything out of this for definite is me. I could just
leave you hanging all week and still pick up my fifty credits."
Jayne's eyes were wide. "Ah, come on, Mal. You wouldn't do that...
You wouldn't, right?"
Mal left him hanging a moment longer, then smiled. "No. I wouldn't.
But I do got stuff to do." He leaned in for another kiss, feeling
Jayne's desire. "Come to my bunk tonight."
Backing away with Jayne's eyes on him. "I'll make it worth the wait."
He turned abruptly and walked away faster than he'd intended. Couldn't
believe the words that had just come out of his mouth. Shocked himself
a little. This wasn't him, not at all.
But it was...fun. Hell, messing with Jayne's head was always fun,
and maybe that just now was a little over the top, but after what
Jayne did to him, the hun dan had it coming.
He launched himself up the stairs to the bridge and smiled at Wash.
Perhaps too broadly.
"Uh, Captain?" Wash smiled tentatively back at him. "Something I
can do for you?"
Mal asked about their course, their speed, their ETA, but all the
while he was aware of that damn smile creeping back on his face
whenever he didn't watch himself.
He was sure as hell going to lose that bet.