It was after dinner. Simon had pulled the short straw, and was finishing up the dishes in the galley, when Jayne came striding into the room. Simon looked up, and noticed a predatory gleam in the merc's eyes.
"Strip."
"What?"
"You heard me, boy." Jayne's face darkened. "I said, strip."
Simon swallowed hard, eyes darting to the entrances of the galley, but his fingers were already pulling at his shirt buttons. Jayne snorted. "Don't worry none. Everyone's all snuggled tight in their little holes." He came closer, breath brushing against Simon's hair. "Just you and me, Simon," he whispered, and Simon trembled in anticipation.
Jayne leaned back, and watched avidly as Simon fumbled his clothes off. He began folding his vest, but stopped after a slight frown and head shake from Jayne. Standing there, naked, cool air brushing against his skin, Simon felt exposed, but he was getting aroused merely by Jayne's lustful glance. He trembled again.
And suddenly, Jayne's calloused hand was on the back of his neck, hard body pressing against Simon's back. Rough fabric scraped his skin, and a bruising mouth crushed his lips. He couldn't hold back the groan as Jayne bent him over the counter, covering him with his hot body.
"Yeah, that's my boy," Jayne muttered as he began mouthing Simon's neck, and spreading his legs. Simon gasped as a slick finger entered him with no warning whatsoever. "All ready and open for me. Yeah, Simon. So hot."
Simon whimpered when Jayne stood up, his cock hard and twitching, but he didn't dare move. He kept his head down on the counter, arms folded, even as he heard the slither of Jayne's zipper. A visceral thrill ran through him at the thought of anyone walking in, seeing him waiting, legs spread and ready to be fucked -- hard -- by Jayne.
He bit back a scream when Jayne entered him, pushing in deep on his first thrust. Jayne knew that Simon enjoyed being taken, being fucked. He slammed in, again and again, and Simon just took it. Shocks of electricity ran up his spine, doubled every time Jayne's hard cock skittered across his prostate. Simon moaned in ecstasy.
It didn't take long, and Jayne humped Simon's ass savagely as he came, muffling his shout in Simon's shoulder. Simon was short of breath, and hard as a rock when Jayne pulled out, and spun him around. Dazed, Simon only stared as Jayne knelt, and wrapped his lips around Simon's cock.
Teeth and tongue and lips and suction pulling him in deep; Simon nearly bit through his lips at all the sensations tugging him in different directions. He came, pulsing white hot into Jayne's mouth, panting hard.
Jayne swallowed, a mischievous look in his eyes now. "Fun?"
Simon could only nod, and Jayne stood up, and gave him a slow, possessive kiss. "Why don't you take that pretty ass of yours back to my bunk, baobei, and we'll see how long we can keep that mouth of yours quiet?"
A light slap on his ass propelled Simon, and he was halfway down the hall before he realized Jayne was carrying his clothes.