Jayne sat with Simon straddling his lap. They were naked, hard and wet. Their mouths fought for salt, for bits of skin to mark. Their cocks trailed sticky paths of precome along each other’s stomachs.

Simon was panting, breath hot against Jayne’s neck. The mercenary groaned as he slid his erection along the younger man’s cleft. He pulled Simon closer, big hands cupping his ass and shoulder blade.

Rocking faster, Simon came, cursing and spilling onto Jayne’s stomach. A few more strokes, and Jayne followed.

The two men collapsed onto the bed, sated. Simon murmured, “I love you.”

“Yeah, me too.”