Hiking

"Tell me again why we're doing this?"

"Because it's not healthy for you to stay cooped up on Serenity."

"My ship's plenty healthy."

"You won't be if you keep pacing around the cargo deck like you've been. Come on Mal, you know that the contact isn't until tomorrow. You need to relax, or you'll give yourself an ulcer."

"No, I won't. Besides, what's so relaxing about tromping about in the woods?" Mal irritably swiped some leaves away from his face, and glared at Simon's smirk.

"I would have pegged you for an outdoorsy type," he said, as he reached down and helped Mal over the boulder.

"Outdoors, yes." Mal gritted, as his muscles strained. "Not this...jungle stuff."

Simon laughed. "It's not a jungle, Mal. You're just used to all that scrubland."

"Gotta have space. Gorram trees." Simon swooped in and grabbed a quick kiss. "What the hell?"

"You're cute when you're grumpy," Simon stated, as he leapt off. Mal growled, and clambered down the rock.

"I'm not cute."

"Right. Prove it." Simon's eyes twinkled for just a second, and as Mal lunged at him, he took off, weaving his way through trees.

What else could Mal do besides follow?

It turned into a chase. Simon swerved, and darted around the trees, taunting Mal at every turn. It didn't take long before Mal lost his grumpy mood, and started enjoying the chase.

"Too slow, old man!" Simon shouted, as he dodged a grab.

Mock growling, Mal put on another burst of speed. "Gorramit, Simon. I'm not old!"

"Hah!"

Mal paused for a moment, catching his breath, and considering. Simon was about four trees ahead of him, eyes glued to Mal's body. He smirked, and feinted to the right. Simon dashed to the left.

So did Mal.

By that point, it was a foregone conclusion. Mal stretched, and got a solid grip on Simon's arm. Spinning the younger man around, he trapped Simon's body against a nearby tree trunk.

"Take it back." Mal couldn't help but grin wildly. Simon's face was flushed and panting lightly from the run. He looked so rutting hot. Mal felt his cock twitch.

"Take back what?" Simon smirked. "The cute, the slow, or the old?"

Mal found his voice, deep and rough with a sudden rush of lust. "All of it."

Simon's mouth dropped, ready to say something, and Mal couldn't wait. He tightened his grip on Simon's arm, and captured the slack lips in a hard kiss.

Tense with shock, Simon gradually relaxed into the kiss, tangling his tongue with Mal's, wrapping his fingers in Mal's hair. "What brought that on?" he asked, breathlessly, when they broke the kiss.

"You're hot when you're sweaty." Mal grinned. "Now, take it back, or am I going to have to make you?"

Simon's lips quirked, and he looked up at Mal through the fringe of his hair. "Make me, I think."

"Now you're in for it, boy." Mal growled again, and drove his leg in between Simon's, pressing up roughly. Simon's head fell back, and he groaned as he hardened quickly. Mal attacked the vulnerable throat with his teeth, nipping and licking at the tendons.

Just as suddenly as he started, Mal stopped. Pulling away, he examined Simon's flushed face, and the red marks on his neck. He chuckled. "You give yet?"

Simon recovered a bit, and glared at Mal. "Not only are you cute, old, and slow, you are mean."

"Yeah?"

"Yes."

"I'll show you 'mean', boy." And Mal spun Simon around, pushing him hard against the tree. Simon grunted, as Mal pressed his hips into the firm muscles. "Right now, I'd love nothing better than to hump against your ass 'til I come."

"Do it, Mal," Simon moaned, his cheek scraping along rough bark.

"You want me to, Simon?"

Simon pressed his ass back, almost wrapping his cleft around Mal through their clothes. "Tianna, yes, Mal…" he hissed.

Mal leaned in closer, and whispered, "Take it back."

An inarticulate moan was his only answer. "Mmm. Gonna have to do better than that, Simon." Mal groaned a little as he pulled away from Simon, leaving his lover panting against the tree trunk. He took a step back, and leaned against another tree, crossing his arms, and waited for Simon's reaction.

It took a few moments, but Simon slowly gathered himself, and shoved off the tree holding him up. He glared at Mal. "You really are a shenjing hundan, aren't you?"

"Yup." Mal's eyes trailed down to Simon's very visible erection. "You take it back yet?"

Simon rolled his eyes. "Okay, you are not an old man. You must be twelve, if this whole game is getting you off."

"Ain't no-one getting off here." Mal pulled Simon in flush against his body. "But just say the word, and we both could be getting off right quick."

"Mal!" Simon struggled against the strong arms. "Are you ever going to grow up?"

Mal tilted his head, and thought. "Not likely."

Simon groaned, and dropped his head onto Mal's shoulder. "Made."

"I will if you say it."

Simon's head snapped back, and he punched Mal lightly in the side, causing Mal to grunt in surprise. "All right, damn you. You are not slow. You are not old. But you are mean, and you are cute."

Mal considered his lover for a second, and said. "Close enough." And with that, he captured Simon's lips in another deep kiss, slower and more languorous. The two men groaned into each others mouths, and pressed closer together, lean muscle against lean muscle. When they pulled back, Mal asked, "Speaking of fucking..."

Simon fished a small tube out of his pocket. "Have you ever known me to not be prepared?"

Mal laughed at that. "Never," as he let Simon go, and slipped out of his clothes. By the time he had gotten his boots and pants off, Simon was naked, tossing him the tube, and eying the tree speculatively.

"Do you think we could manage...?"

Mal raised his eyebrows, "Won't know until we try. You going to be okay with your back?"

"Won't know 'til we try." Simon grinned, and leaned against the tree again. "Are you going to fuck me or what, Mal?"

"No patience, hm?" Mal grinned, and slicked his fingers with the lube. He stepped in close to Simon, and kissed his lips teasingly, while sliding his hand past Simon's balls. Simon's eyelids fluttered in pleasure when Mal brushed across his opening.

"God, Mal, hurry!" he pleaded, wrapping his leg around Mal's hip, grinding their cocks together. Mal groaned, and slid two fingers into Simon simultaneously. The younger man gasped, and began kissing Mal's throat.

Scissoring and twisting, it didn't take Mal long to stretch Simon. Positioning himself carefully, he lifted Simon's other leg, and helped him cross them behind his back. With a push of his legs, and hands placed under Simon's ass, he sheathed himself in Simon's hot, smooth hole in one long, slow thrust.

Simon keened, his eyes rolling back in his head. His fingers clutched at Mal's shoulders, convulsing in pleasure. "God, Mal, I love it when you fuck me," he groaned. Mal smiled. He loved when Simon lost it.

Just as he was considering the mechanics of how he was going to move, Simon clenched his ass muscles around his cock. Mal saw white for a second, recovered to Simon's grinning face. "Liked that, hmm?"

Twisting, a bit savagely, Mal thrust as well as he could into Simon, who squeezed again. Wode tian, he was being milked, each pulse pulling him closer and closer to the chasm. "Simon..." he moaned.

Simon was jacking off, precariously balanced, but intent on Mal's face. "Do it, Mal, I want you to come," he begged, breathlessly. "Oh, tamade!" he shouted, and threw his head back, banging into the tree, as he came, spilling into his hand, and both of their stomachs. Mal saw white again as Simon convulsed around his cock. He fell over the edge, legs shaking, as he softened, and pulled out carefully.

Simon's legs lowered to the ground, slowly stroking along Mal's thighs. The two of them stood, leaning into each other for a few minutes more.

"So, more hiking tomorrow?" asked Simon.