Fic: Distraction (Jayne/Wash)
Just a quick little ficlet as a backup for washathon, the 2008 version. ;)
Written for little_dumpling, who wanted Wash/Jayne or Wash/Mal, Either: hyperventilating Wash & comforting partner, or something to do with Wash’s love of food and cuddling after sex.
Right...I totally forgot about the cuddling after sex but I think/hope there's enough fluff in this to make up for it. Sorry that I took so long, and that's it's not longer but hopefully you'll like it anyway. :)
Thanks to valiant for the speedy good beta!
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Wash could be extremely focused. Times it came in useful. Like flying them outta danger an' outta the grasp of Reavers. Jayne liked that bit best. Or like sex. Yeah. Little man got real focused when it came to that. Givin' head or takin' whatever Jayne had on offer. Maybe he liked that bit best. Nah, the first bit, or he wouldn't ever be getting the second at all.
The one thing he didn't like was when Wash got real focused on some go se like a toy dinosaur. Cute, sure. Annoying as hell when the man jammed on the breaks along a line of market stalls and had Jayne trippin' just to avoid stepping on the pilot. Or like now, when they'd gotten fresh food in for the first time in...however long it had been, Jayne never kept real good track.
Wash was pushing fresh beets around on his plate with chopsticks, stirring them up into the mashed potatoes, while he tore into the roll held by his other hand. And completely disregarding Jayne, who was done, gorrammit. Whole crew was done an' gone, off to work or sleep the food off. Jayne had a few ideas regarding just how he thought he an' Wash should be working it off.
He growled low in his throat- always got Wash all sorts of shivery. Wash didn't even glance at him. Just sighed and took another mouthful of the food left on his plate. Looked all sorts of blissed out.
Jayne tapped his fingers against the table. Wash took another slow bite of his food. Had to be getting cold now anyhow. Which to Jayne's mind meant that it wouldn't really matter a whole lot if they put it aside for later. Much later. A good fresh meal, full stomach, had Jayne more than a bit frisky and his patience wearing thin.
Wash took another slow bite. And flicked a glance to Jayne from the corner of his eye. Little hundan.
“Hey!” the pilot barked out a protest, fingers scrabbling to grab hold of the plate Jayne had just snatched out from in front of him. Jayne was already on his feet, plate held high above his head where Wash couldn't reach unless he...climbed up on top of the table, which was exactly what he was doing.
Jayne grinned and back stepped. “How many times Mal gotta tell ya to stay off the furniture, little man?”
“I wasn't done.” There was a distinctive whine to Wash's voice that Jayne might buy if the man weren't looking so smug.
“Oh yer done teasin' me. Time to pay up.”
“I don't know, I wasn't quite done with that, either.” Man ain't even bothering to deny what he'd been doing for the last hour with his slow savoring of food, likely knew Jayne was starin' at his mouth the whole time. Wash just ran his tongue over his lips, standing on the table looking kind of like a fool and still managing to get Jayne hot.
“Your're done,” Jayne told him one last time, free hand darting out before Wash could jump out of the way to grab him around the ankle.
Wash let out a cry of surprise, grinnin' too big for it to be anything but fake. Little man could put on a show. He jumped and hopped as Jayne pulled on his leg, half-tossing the plate onto the table so he could reach up with his other hand to grab at Wash's hip. Had Wash down on his back a second later, all protests silenced with a kiss.
Wash could play at being distracted all he wanted. Jayne knew there weren't a bigger one than himself when it came to what the pilot wanted and he set out to prove it one more time.
Written for little_dumpling, who wanted Wash/Jayne or Wash/Mal, Either: hyperventilating Wash & comforting partner, or something to do with Wash’s love of food and cuddling after sex.
Right...I totally forgot about the cuddling after sex but I think/hope there's enough fluff in this to make up for it. Sorry that I took so long, and that's it's not longer but hopefully you'll like it anyway. :)
Thanks to valiant for the speedy good beta!
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Wash could be extremely focused. Times it came in useful. Like flying them outta danger an' outta the grasp of Reavers. Jayne liked that bit best. Or like sex. Yeah. Little man got real focused when it came to that. Givin' head or takin' whatever Jayne had on offer. Maybe he liked that bit best. Nah, the first bit, or he wouldn't ever be getting the second at all.
The one thing he didn't like was when Wash got real focused on some go se like a toy dinosaur. Cute, sure. Annoying as hell when the man jammed on the breaks along a line of market stalls and had Jayne trippin' just to avoid stepping on the pilot. Or like now, when they'd gotten fresh food in for the first time in...however long it had been, Jayne never kept real good track.
Wash was pushing fresh beets around on his plate with chopsticks, stirring them up into the mashed potatoes, while he tore into the roll held by his other hand. And completely disregarding Jayne, who was done, gorrammit. Whole crew was done an' gone, off to work or sleep the food off. Jayne had a few ideas regarding just how he thought he an' Wash should be working it off.
He growled low in his throat- always got Wash all sorts of shivery. Wash didn't even glance at him. Just sighed and took another mouthful of the food left on his plate. Looked all sorts of blissed out.
Jayne tapped his fingers against the table. Wash took another slow bite of his food. Had to be getting cold now anyhow. Which to Jayne's mind meant that it wouldn't really matter a whole lot if they put it aside for later. Much later. A good fresh meal, full stomach, had Jayne more than a bit frisky and his patience wearing thin.
Wash took another slow bite. And flicked a glance to Jayne from the corner of his eye. Little hundan.
“Hey!” the pilot barked out a protest, fingers scrabbling to grab hold of the plate Jayne had just snatched out from in front of him. Jayne was already on his feet, plate held high above his head where Wash couldn't reach unless he...climbed up on top of the table, which was exactly what he was doing.
Jayne grinned and back stepped. “How many times Mal gotta tell ya to stay off the furniture, little man?”
“I wasn't done.” There was a distinctive whine to Wash's voice that Jayne might buy if the man weren't looking so smug.
“Oh yer done teasin' me. Time to pay up.”
“I don't know, I wasn't quite done with that, either.” Man ain't even bothering to deny what he'd been doing for the last hour with his slow savoring of food, likely knew Jayne was starin' at his mouth the whole time. Wash just ran his tongue over his lips, standing on the table looking kind of like a fool and still managing to get Jayne hot.
“Your're done,” Jayne told him one last time, free hand darting out before Wash could jump out of the way to grab him around the ankle.
Wash let out a cry of surprise, grinnin' too big for it to be anything but fake. Little man could put on a show. He jumped and hopped as Jayne pulled on his leg, half-tossing the plate onto the table so he could reach up with his other hand to grab at Wash's hip. Had Wash down on his back a second later, all protests silenced with a kiss.
Wash could play at being distracted all he wanted. Jayne knew there weren't a bigger one than himself when it came to what the pilot wanted and he set out to prove it one more time.