Jayne was ticklish.
Not too many people knew this, but Mal had amazing powers of concentration, and a devious mind to go along. Currently, those aforementioned amazing powers were focused on keeping the aforementioned ticklish man incapacitated and laughing on the mattress.
“Mal!” Jayne managed to gasp out. “You ain’t playin’ fair!”
“That I ain’t.” Mal admitted, fingers stretching out, and teasing Jayne’s most ticklish zones.
The door to Mal’s bunk creaked open, and both men stilled as a silent figure descended the ladder.
“Starting the fun without me, I see.” Simon grinned, even as he began removing his shirt.