"You're…pretty…pretty."
"And you're pretty drunk, Simon." Mal swayed, catching their two bodies on a nearby wall. He stumbled upright, the world still spinning. "Do you say that to everybody when you're drunk?"
Simon giggled. "Only the pretty ones." He paused, pulling Mal to another standstill, a very serious look on his face. "Unless I said that to Jayne once."
Simon looked at Mal. "Did I say that to Jayne once?"
Mal peered back at Simon, unable to gain any momentum. Blearily, he replied, "I have no idea. Were you drunk with Jayne?"
"Well, there was that once. On the ship. With some whiskey." Simon was thoughtful. "It was only the once."
"You had whiskey? And you didn't invite me?" Mal finally got the two of them propelled again. "I'm hurt."
Simon giggled. Mal slowly decided that the sound was really weird coming from the straight-laced doctor. "Thought you didn't fraternize with crew."
They had made it to Serenity, and Mal was focused on punching in the opening code for the hatch. The pair stumbled in as he processed Simon's last comment.
"Fraternize? Isn't that an awfully big word for a drunk man, doc?"
"Not so drunk." Simon pulled Mal suddenly towards him, hands on suspenders, lips awkwardly attached to each other.
Mal let out a surprised breath, then sank into the kiss.
"Whoops." Simon said as they pulled apart. "Maybe I am a bit drunk."
Mal decided not to move. "Um. Yeah." He frowned, looking over Simon's rumpled hair and clothes. "But don't let that stop you."
He leaned down to capture Simon's lips again. They opened underneath the gentle pressure, and Mal worked his tongue in, taking a slow, deep taste of Simon. He was hot and sweet and eager. A taint of ale swum around the edges of the mouth. Mal wrapped his arms around the suddenly pliant body.
Of course, he never would admit to needing the extra support just as much as Simon did.
The two men fell against a nearby bulkhead, bodies pressing against each other. Mal reveled in the hot, hard, young body rubbing against his. It had been too long since he had wanted someone this badly. The tiny, still rational part of his mind was going it's because you're drunk off your ass, fool. The rest of his brain, and all of his body, was enjoying the heat and lust driving him on now.
"…al, Mal, Mal, Mal…" Simon was moaning his name over and over, as Mal released his beautiful, soft lips. Mal swallowed, heavily, at the sight of Simon sprawled against the wall, all eager and flushed. It was easily the most erotic thing he had ever seen. He groaned, and slipped his fingers into Simon's waistband, opening his pants quickly, and found his cock, hard and ready. Mal groaned again, this time in tandem with Simon.
With deft, sure fingers, he began to jack Simon, drawing the younger man's face back to his. Steady strokes along with hard kissing brought Simon to the edge and over quickly, hot liquid spilling into Mal's hand.
Bonelessly, Simon collapsed to his knees. Mal ran his sticky hand along his pants, at the same time releasing his straining cock from his fly. Simon got the hint, and began to mouth Mal greedily. Mal guided his dick into Simon's mouth, enjoying the view of his hollowed cheeks, the feeling of teeth gently scraping along his shaft.
"Wu de mah," he whispered, when Simon reached behind, and pulled his ass even closer. A few moments later, Mal felt throat muscles constrict around his cock, and wring an orgasm from deep within.
When he came to, Mal had collapsed beside Simon, with Simon's hands tangled in his hair, and another slow, measuring kiss in his mouth. He pulled Simon even closer, ignoring the cold metal which sank through his shirt for a moment longer.
"Simon," he asked, when they both came up for breath. "What say you to moving this scene to a real bed?"
"I don't know, Mal." Simon's head was still weaving a bit, aftereffects of his orgasm combining with the alcohol. "Will you respect me in the morning?"
"It is morning," Mal pointed out. "I'm fairly sure I still respect you. Or at least I have a new appreciation of your many and varied talents."
Simon chuckled wearily. "Then I suppose it's okay."
The doctor stood, bracing himself against the bulkhead, before offering a hand up to Mal.
Mal took it, but surprised Simon by yanking him into his arms for one more kiss. "Besides, I'm getting a powerful urge to see if your ass is as sweet as your mouth."
Simon pulled back, and arched an eyebrow. "What makes you think I'd be the one on bottom?"