Title: Jayne’s Got A Gun
Claim: Various Adam Baldwin Characters
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing, etc: Jayne/Mal
Prompt: #12 "Oil" (for![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif)
smut_69) and Guns (for promptsomeslash)
Word Count: 550-ish
Rating: Adults Only
Warnings: Foreign object insertion as inpired by![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
gonzo21’s Jayne Haiku for the ficathon of dooooooom. Also, elements of non-con (but it’s not).
Disclaimer: JAYNE IS ALL MINE, DAMNIT! So, hands off! Just kidding! Joss is GOD and owns EVERYTHING, including my soul.
Author's Notes: Yes, I know. I am a sick, sick person. But the haiku was just so raunchy--so JAYNE--that I had to give it a try. Research on the properties of gun oil led me to a personal lube called Gun Oil. Part of the item description detailed how Marines in Desert Storm lubed up using REAL gun oil. Marines + gun + oil = filthy minded bug. It was almost serendipitous. Also, this is my first Jayne/Mal (more to come *snerk* as I complete the Simon/Jayne/Mal fic so many have asked for).
Jayne waited patiently for the trussed up figure on the bed to wake. Patience was something this man had in abundance; his ability to wait was part of what made him the best tracker in the ‘verse. So, he sat on the floor with his back against the wall and deftly cleaned his guns.
Earlier in the day Kaylee had graciously given him a small vial of the solvent she used to clean the engine with, and now he was using it to scour Boo. He plunged the dripping brush into the tiny vial, and then into the barrel of his gun. The image of the bristles disappearing down the cylinder then reappearing as he pulled back was an erotic one. In, out. In, out. Over and over again the barrel engulfed the brush just like hot wet flesh would a cock.
He really liked that image.
Another glance at the naked body, it’s tightly muscled, firm round ass sticking straight up in the air and Jayne had to adjust the crotch of his pants, giving more room to his burgeoning cock. Yeah, he could wait, but for how much longer he wasn't sure. Cursing mentally, the mercenary wished his prey would hurry the hell up and just wake up already. He hadn’t clocked him that hard. Or maybe he had. He wasn’t sure.
It was a game they liked to play every now and then. When the urge to fuck like animals got too unbearable one or the other would wake up gagged and bound, handcuffed, hog-tied, whatever…but always naked. It was highly unlikely that a complete stranger would take the time to kidnap, tie them up and strip them of all their clothes before having their way with them; it was how they knew they were safe in the other’s care.
Because Mal hated to be restrained in any way.
The last time Jayne jumped him the captain was angrier than he’d ever seen, and the bigger man had barely been able to walk away from the following encounter. Resting the gun on his thigh he chuckled a bit remembering that day. And night. As punishment, Jayne got considerably more than he dished out, but Mal didn’t warn him against ever doing it again.
After wiping the gun with a clean cloth, Jayne ripped bits of it off and soaked them in his premium gun oil. The good stuff he reserved for Vera and Boo. He wrapped the now dry brush in the scraps and repeated the motion of thrusting it back and forth in the barrel, groaning with the sheer eroticism of the act, his hips lifting, but just barely, in time with the movement of his fingers. Then, liberally applying more oil to the cloth, the mercenary wiped the exterior making sure to lubricate the hammer and trigger areas. Once satisfied that his second favorite gun was thoroughly cleaned, he set it aside and waited.
Finally Mal began to stir and Jayne hopped to his knees behind him. When his lover's eyes opened and recognition dawned, Jayne didn’t hesitate. Grabbing the bottle of gun oil, he coated the barrel of his gun, his own throbbing cock and Mal’s asshole, grinning lasciviously the entire time, watching the slippery lubricant drip onto the bed.
“Payback time,” he whispered hotly and pressed both his cock and the gun into the man beneath him.
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gonzo21’s Haiku:
Jayne polishes guns
until they are good and clean
for sticking up ass.
Comments and concrit welcome.
Claim: Various Adam Baldwin Characters
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing, etc: Jayne/Mal
Prompt: #12 "Oil" (for
smut_69) and Guns (for promptsomeslash)Word Count: 550-ish
Rating: Adults Only
Warnings: Foreign object insertion as inpired by
gonzo21’s Jayne Haiku for the ficathon of dooooooom. Also, elements of non-con (but it’s not).Disclaimer: JAYNE IS ALL MINE, DAMNIT! So, hands off! Just kidding! Joss is GOD and owns EVERYTHING, including my soul.
Author's Notes: Yes, I know. I am a sick, sick person. But the haiku was just so raunchy--so JAYNE--that I had to give it a try. Research on the properties of gun oil led me to a personal lube called Gun Oil. Part of the item description detailed how Marines in Desert Storm lubed up using REAL gun oil. Marines + gun + oil = filthy minded bug. It was almost serendipitous. Also, this is my first Jayne/Mal (more to come *snerk* as I complete the Simon/Jayne/Mal fic so many have asked for).
Jayne waited patiently for the trussed up figure on the bed to wake. Patience was something this man had in abundance; his ability to wait was part of what made him the best tracker in the ‘verse. So, he sat on the floor with his back against the wall and deftly cleaned his guns.
Earlier in the day Kaylee had graciously given him a small vial of the solvent she used to clean the engine with, and now he was using it to scour Boo. He plunged the dripping brush into the tiny vial, and then into the barrel of his gun. The image of the bristles disappearing down the cylinder then reappearing as he pulled back was an erotic one. In, out. In, out. Over and over again the barrel engulfed the brush just like hot wet flesh would a cock.
He really liked that image.
Another glance at the naked body, it’s tightly muscled, firm round ass sticking straight up in the air and Jayne had to adjust the crotch of his pants, giving more room to his burgeoning cock. Yeah, he could wait, but for how much longer he wasn't sure. Cursing mentally, the mercenary wished his prey would hurry the hell up and just wake up already. He hadn’t clocked him that hard. Or maybe he had. He wasn’t sure.
It was a game they liked to play every now and then. When the urge to fuck like animals got too unbearable one or the other would wake up gagged and bound, handcuffed, hog-tied, whatever…but always naked. It was highly unlikely that a complete stranger would take the time to kidnap, tie them up and strip them of all their clothes before having their way with them; it was how they knew they were safe in the other’s care.
Because Mal hated to be restrained in any way.
The last time Jayne jumped him the captain was angrier than he’d ever seen, and the bigger man had barely been able to walk away from the following encounter. Resting the gun on his thigh he chuckled a bit remembering that day. And night. As punishment, Jayne got considerably more than he dished out, but Mal didn’t warn him against ever doing it again.
After wiping the gun with a clean cloth, Jayne ripped bits of it off and soaked them in his premium gun oil. The good stuff he reserved for Vera and Boo. He wrapped the now dry brush in the scraps and repeated the motion of thrusting it back and forth in the barrel, groaning with the sheer eroticism of the act, his hips lifting, but just barely, in time with the movement of his fingers. Then, liberally applying more oil to the cloth, the mercenary wiped the exterior making sure to lubricate the hammer and trigger areas. Once satisfied that his second favorite gun was thoroughly cleaned, he set it aside and waited.
Finally Mal began to stir and Jayne hopped to his knees behind him. When his lover's eyes opened and recognition dawned, Jayne didn’t hesitate. Grabbing the bottle of gun oil, he coated the barrel of his gun, his own throbbing cock and Mal’s asshole, grinning lasciviously the entire time, watching the slippery lubricant drip onto the bed.
“Payback time,” he whispered hotly and pressed both his cock and the gun into the man beneath him.
***************
gonzo21’s Haiku:Jayne polishes guns
until they are good and clean
for sticking up ass.
Comments and concrit welcome.
Now, to hear what the person who inspired it thinks...
*dies*
Yeah, I had it before. No, the bottle isn't photoshopped. *g*
I posted a link to the stuff in the intro, too--so I know that is THE REAL PRODUCT!
(see icon)
Get the hell outta my head!
I was soooooo thinking of this already. Nate knows Adam has a penchant for guns (first fic had him trying to find a tape that was supposed to be located UNDER Adam's gun case) so maybe he can do something with one or two of them to get Adam hot and bothered?
and I looove your idea. I've been waiting for more Adam/Nate pr0n from you ... because I'm sad like that :)
Glad you liked
*shivers at the naughty images*
And of course you use a nekkid ass icon to make the imagery all the more naughty! Thanks for that, by the way!
And as for cleaning=sex: Well, that one was kinda me. *blush*
I was reading about the proper way to clean a gun (for research!) and there was just something about imagining Jayne doing the actions that seemed very erotic. And when I got to the part about the brush and barrel, I started drooling--cause I immediately thought about how sexual the act seemed.
Glad you liked it, too!
God, now I'm imagining Jayne having to go see Simon, because he's gotten his cock jammed in the barrel of his shotgun.
Damn you and your ev0l twisted brain. If you don't write it, I will.
(And by "damn you" I mean "I luv you and want to worship at your feet.")
'Hey, Doc, you got a minute?' Jayne stood in the doorway, whispering hard.
'Uhm. Sure. What is it?'
'It's sorta personal, can we, step outside?' Jayne gestured with his head, standing awkwardly in the shadows carring his bedroll tight up against his chest.
'Right this way.' Simon lead them through to the small medical room. 'Do you want to, put that down?'
'I sort of can't.' Jayne grimaced.
'Why not?'
Jayne put down his bedroll on the surgical table, and unwrapped a shotgun. A shotgun that appeared, for all intents and purposes, to be attached at the barrel end, to his crotch.
'It's Traci.' Jayne gestured at the gun. 'We've had, sorta an accident.'
'I'm not sure which part of this disturbs me most.' Simon backed away, an involuntary movement.
(and just so you know--I have also started a fic. It is, so far, a very graphic description of Jayne and the gun. It was going to move on to Simon and be even more graphic, but if you'd rather I not finish it, let me know asap please.)
(And why do I now have images of a gun gangbang, with Jayne and Simon taking a hole each, while Mal sits around moaning that a gun barrel only has two openings?)
Here I sit, checking my messages before typing the damn thing up and now I wanna go back and add that!
Stop encouraging me!
(And by stop I mean DON'T YOU DARE STOP!)
And this from the guy who is trying to write Rose/Dalek fic.
I've had quite a few comments on it, so I am grateful beyond belief for your inspiration.
And Rose/Dalek? *blink*
I think I will ABSOLUTELY have to read that when you are done!
~V~
Thank you.
Hell, I really like that image. *winks*
That was brilliant!
The pervs that is. Hee!
Well, I am in THAT category, lol!
*mumbles incoherent words*