THE SHARP SIDE OF THE APPLE 3-Simon!

by belasera

A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend: All recognizable characters, etc. belong not to me, but to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and Fox, and no money is being made here. The story, however, is mine. NC-17, kiddies

Written for Rebecca, who wanted to see boys kissing. If you don't, please don't read it. Xoxo

Back by pervy demand, Simon’s POV. This one’s diiirty. Consider yourself warned.

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…Jayne was a danger to me, and he seemed to have limitless ways to show me the real truth of that. To show me the things I could be, or want. To turn me into a creature of base desire, to show me the thrilling bit of danger hidden in the mundane. The urge to maul the hell out of him caught me in the gut and I put my hands on either side of his face and pulled him down. I didn't know if he'd let me kiss him, but he didn't stop me when I did, when I pushed my lips against his and tasted lust and sweat and the cold sharp side of the apple…

I was lost to the sweet, hot weight of his thighs as his cunning hands worked past my belt buckle toward their inevitable, dizzying goal. My breath when it came was a machine gun hiccup against his jaw. Jayne moved with an unrelenting pace that gave me no room to barter…or beg.

He meant to have me. The thought was pounding over and over into me. He meant to have me quick, before that apple even browned, before we could see each other again and not just our panting goal. That goal came ever closer- his chest grazed mine as he leaned into me, settling onto me in all his heat and lust and hurry.

When I realized I could move, when I realized I wanted to be more than Jayne’s prey, I pushed his t-shirt up and off of him, moved my lips and tongue over his neck and down to one nipple, where I bit…I actually bit him and grinned to have done it. Grinned like a slut when he growled in that way he has and pulled me off of him by my hair, Pushed me hard into the couch and his face was dark and warm, nearly