Written for ff_friday challenge 116 – Blue Sun

Rating: PG-13 I guess

Spoilers: Series, but nothing really.

Word Count: 294

A/N: Sometimes I wonder at myself and where these ideas come from.

Brand of Choice

By 2x2

Jayne stared at the little yellow box in trepidation, a frown of concentration on his brow as he read the description on the side, comparing it to the blue box he normally bought.

He’d always been a Blue Sun man. Years of reliable service, comfortable fit and availability had sold him on the brand. He knew what he was getting when he used Blue Sun’s. But now… Well, certain events had made him a bit uncomfortable about wearing Blue Sun’s.

He looked at the various packages again, nearly overwhelmed by the variety of sizes, colours and options the other brands offered. He picked up a bright green box and squinted at the letters. “Rough Rider,” he read aloud and grinned as he picked up a couple more. ‘True Fit’, ‘Studded’ and ‘Naturalamb’ winked at him in flashy colours. He scratched his head, wondering how he was going to decide, when a red and gold box caught his attention and he reached for it almost reverently. He found the warm tones reminded him of Inara, and his grin took on a different curl.

“Intergalactic. The brand of choice for the discriminatin’ star-farer. Ultra sensitive, clitor—clitoral stim-u-latin’, vibra-ribbed,” he read stiltedly. “Huh.” Well, the moonbrain had said he looked better in red, and since she was the reason he was foregoing his regular Blue Sun’s in the first place, it only made sense really.

Cuttin’ on his favourite t-shirt was one thing - never could tell when Crazy might go off - but he sure as hell wasn’t going to risk his John Thomas over a gorram brand of condoms.

He put the box of Blue Sun’s back on the shelf and headed for the register. From now on, he’d be an Intergalactic prophylactic man.