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"Fine boy you've got there. You ever think about sharin', just say the word."
"Mal, we share."
"Wow. That the word, then?"
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She'd have to talk to Wash about it. There was a world of difference between bedroom fantasy talk and really seducing your captain.
"He said that?" Wash said thoughtfully. "Well gorram! What are we waiting for, woman? I take it you like the idea or you wouldn't have told me."
"Don't feel jealous of you with no man, no. Pretty hot, actually. Course, if anything goes wrong, we're right on top of each other at least until we make landfall."
"What could go wrong?"
"With one of Mal's ideas?"
"Right. We'll probably get boarded by reavers the moment we get our clothes off."
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Opportunity took a few days to strike, in the form of a late night, a kitchen, and no one else stirring. Wash and Zoe's eyes met, and a decision was agreed on.
"You take this ear, I'll take that one." Zoe said to Wash, moving in on Mal's right side.
The sensation, warm, wet and sensuous, of being attentioned from all sides at once, went straight to Mal's groin. A low moan escaped his lips. Coherent thought fled, replaced by a flood of hormones and a sense of well being.
A hand came to his chest. Wash was unbuttoning his shirt, with a raised eyebrow, a slightly questioning look, watching him carefully for approval or disapproval. Mal smiled. Zoe continued around to the back of his neck. It had been a long time. And of all the people in the 'verse, he couldn't think of anyone he'd trust more to allow himself to open to.
Mal hadn't been with a man since about twenty, a hired hand on his mother's ranch. He remembered it fondly, the earthly smell of leather and honest sweat. Time and differences had eventually led to a drifting apart, but he harbored affection and fond memories of the better times, memories of the disagreements softened by time and distance.
OK, technically not the last time, there had been bars on some of the more cosmopolitan moons, one night stands. Times when the need for release and escape had been too great and he'd been able to shake Jayne off. Even that had been awhile. At the ranch had been the last emotionally involved time.
So now the feel of larger, squarer hands on his chest felt comfortingly familiar. The people he trusted his life to, out here in the black, felt like coming home. He reached out to Wash, a tentative stroke to the side of his neck. Everything higher than a field mouse likes to be scratched behind the ears, he remembered someone saying. A pressure of head pushing against his hand suggested to him that that was probably true.
Zoe was grinning sardonically, encouragingly, supportively. "Ain't nothing wrong with a little sharing b'tween friends." Her eyes sparkled.
The desire to push Wash down on the floor and speed things up, feel pressure and hardness, was overwhelming. Mal struggled to keep control, keep it easy and slow. The building of tension was worthwhile in itself, and once fufilled, next time wouldn't have the entirety of the electric edge it did now.
Zoe was behind them now, one hand over his hand and the back of Wash's neck, one hand getting rather friendly on the front of his trousers. Her leather vest was pressed up against his shoulders, soft and warm.
"Kitchen's nice," she whispered. "Bed's softer."
They made their way to Zoe and Wash's room with haste and a bit of an eye out for other crew members. With relief, Mal noted that for once eeryone seemed to be asleep in the middle of the night.
Zoe let down the hatch with a clang and climbed down the ladder with no wasted movement. She was quicky followed by Mal, and Wash, who closed the hatch after them.
There was some general shucking of boots and weaponry, and then suddenly, there was a puppy pile on the bed, writhing with the joy of being in close contact with other people. Some unbuttoning occured, and there seemed to be more hands than Mal was used to, and more tongues. More body parts in general.
Wash's tropical shirt was undone. Zoe's shirt and vest were off. Who knew they made leather bras? Zoe was wriggling out of her pants. Wash's hand was unbuttoning his trousers. A minute later, Wash was sucking him, Zoe was sucking Wash, and Mal found himself in a familiar position. He suspected that Zoe hadn't been that specific with Wash as to their past history vis a vis oral sex, but at this point it appeared unlikely that Wash would object to his taking liberties. He lowered his nose to Zoe's cunt, and licked softed. Familiar smell. Coming home. It had been a while.
Zoe broke contact first, kissed each of them, and looked Mal in the eye.
"You take good care of my boy, y'hear?"
He and Wash looked at each other, then Mal pounced, pinning Wash to the bed, grinding against him. Wash's eyes had gone big in a happy sort of way.
Zoe was headed to a chair to the side, getting from the drawer a device that made some of her guns look small. "You go ahead," she smiled. "I'm happy to take care of myself. You have no idea how erotic you are to watch. Well, maybe some idea, to judge from my husbad's collection of stories about lesbians."
Wash blushed. "Um, right honey, about those, I -"
"Hush. I ain't saying I disapprove."
He pushed Wash back down on the bed, reached for the bottle of oil on the nightstand, straddled Wash and started slicking up Wash's cock. Wash looked surprised.
"Captain, never knew you were a bottom. Not that I'm complaining, mind you."
Mal flashed a predatory smile. "I will note that I'm still on top no matter whose ji ba is where."
"Yessir, sir." Grin. "you go ahead and tell me what to do." Grin.
Mal kissed Wash hard, growled, held Wash's cock and positioned himself to be impaled. Slowly at first - maddeningly slowly, thought Wash - he bore down against the sweet snub pressure, a slight flexing of hips and knees, working the oil in. His eyes radiated heat and desire. A bit at a time, he engulfed Wash's cockhead. Then in a sudden movement, thrust home. Slowly at first, then with greater intensity as his muscles relaxed, Mal rode up and down, making Wash whimper. "Fuck me hard," he growled, and Wash sprang to comply with an order faster than he ever had before. "Wou de tian ah! Yes, that is definitely -- " pause for breath -- "the right spot." He reached a hand over to tweak one of Wash's nipples. Wo de ma! Wash writhed with pleasure. He managed to turn the oil bottle enough to get some on his hand then began stroking Mal's cock in time to his thrusts.
Zoe shuddered and worked her fingers in and out in little circles. The other hand expertly applied the vibrator alternately to mons venus and clitoris. As she got close to the threshhold of no return she eased back, to build to a higher peak. The sight of her husband fucking the captain was powerful good. Waves of heat and energy concentrated themselves on her vagina. The vibrator was like a lightning rod, drawing an electric charge to her clitoris, where it was steadily building up a ball of energy that would hit critical mass and explode soon.
Wash ran his hand over Mal's ass, pulling him down slightly as Wash thrust up. Mal's eyes were starting to cross from the overwhelming pleasure, the sheer goodness of it.
"Hey, Zoe, you gettin' a good eyeful?" Mal called, "You want to see your husband come inside of me?"
"Yeah, Mal, I would like that."
"That's good, 'cause I don't think either of us are going to last much longer."
Zoe did not pull herself back from the edge this time.
"Yeah, Wash?" said Mal. "You ready to fill me with your cum? Squirt inside me?" And with a nearly synchronous gasp, both Zoe and Wash were pushed over that edge. "Ai ya!" shouter Zoe, as the energy filling her cunt spilled over and spasms wracked her body, tight and pulsing inside her vagina, echoing through her body from her head to her toes, which curled a bit in pleasure. Wash's face contorted and and he rocked slightly off the bed, repeatedly, as the pent up fluid in his balls rocketed up in waves.
Mal came a moment later, trigger by the sight of their orgasms. He collapsed forward onto Wash. For a few minutes there was no sound but their breathing, exhausted and happy. Some cleanup ensued, and they fell asleep together, happier and more secure than any of them had been in a long while.