“Simon!” Mal spun, hands automatically going to cover his private parts. “What the diyu are you doing here?”
Simon continued stripping in the small shower stall. “You’re not the only one who got filthy on that planet. Scoot over.”
Mal scooted. “Why can’t you wait ‘til I’m done?” he nevertheless protested, slightly miffed at the intrusion.
“Because you always use up all the hot water.” Simon stood under the fall of water, and tilted his head backwards. Mouth slightly open, he took a big gulp of water, and swallowed. He rubbed his face vigorously.
“Captain’s prerogative,” Mal muttered, but couldn’t stop staring at the younger man’s chest.
Simon grabbed the bar of soap from Mal's hand and started to work up a lather. He turned away from Mal, water running down his smooth back. The Captain tried not to stare at Simon's firm ass.
"Could you hand me the backbrush?" Simon looked over his shoulder, catching Mal in the act. "Or," he winked,"you could wash it for me."
Mal handed it to him and turned away, muttering under his breath. "What's that?" Simon asked.
"Ah, just thinking the water could be a little cooler, is all." Mal tried to concentrate on washing his hair and not on the proximity of the hard, toned, and very, very naked man next to him.
Simon laughed. "Why, Mal," he breathed into the Captain's ear, "is this bothering you?" One warm, soapy hand came to rest on the small of Mal's back.
Mal growled back at him, "You better be careful what you ask for." He pushed Simon up against the tiled wall. "You might just get it."
Mal hesitated. There was too much heat for him to really think clearly. “Steam’s messin’ with my brain,” he muttered, as he leaned forward again and dug his tongue into Simon’s willing mouth. Simon groaned, and pulled Mal’s ass closer, grinding their erections together.
It was an electric shock, traveling up his spine, shorting out his brain. Simon’s body was slick and hard as he thrust almost blindly against it. Mal gripped Simon’s shoulders, bracing himself against the younger man.
The water poured off their bodies like need. Their mouths were open, hot and wet and needy, and Mal was losing his mind.
Simon slowly slid his hand down Mal's slick chest, lower and lower, until, after what felt like an eternity, he gripped Mal's cock firmly and started to jack him off. Mal moaned against Simon's mouth and thrust into his hand.
Mal reached for Simon, and matched his rhythm. The small room echoed with wet slapping sounds, moans, and gasps as the two men drove each other closer and closer to completion.
Pressing his face against Simon's wet shoulder, Mal bit down, muffling his cry as he came. When Mal's teeth touched his flesh, Simon's hips jerked hard and he whimpered in pleasure, his seed joining Mal's between them as an intense orgasm ripped through him.
They held each other up and exchanged soft, wet kisses, letting the warm water flow over them, washing away the sticky fluid. Mal stroked Simon's hair and he pulled back with a smile.
"What say we take this somewhere we can lie down?"
"Good idea. Your bunk or mine?" Simon asked with a mischievous grin.