21 for 21, 18/21 Eighteen and Life

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Title: Eighteen and Life
Series: 21 for 21
Author: jmaria
Rating: R/NC-17
Disclaimer: Joss owns them. We’ve seen what he’s done to them. So we gank them
Spoilers: For the series: everything, for the BDM: just the nickname lil’ albatross.
Pairing: Spike/Mal/River (slight reference to Dru and Jayne)
Three: glasses, sneaky, desperate
Word Count: 938
Summary: Mal walks in on River . . . and decides to join the party.
Notes: 21 for 21 is my insane plan to write 21 ficlets for my birthday. . . except that people on lj give me a pairing and three words.
Count: 18/21
Dedication: to mutelorelai  for the characters and the three words
A/N: Yes, I stole the Skid Row song title. And oh, my god, look! I made smut! *iz proud*

Eighteen and Life

Mal damn near went blind at the sight of his lil’ albatross straddling the blond pain-in-the-ass they’d picked up on Persephone, her breasts bouncing in time to what Mal was sure were very accurate thrusts of the man beneath her. Her hands left Spike’s chest as they rose towards the ceiling, her back arching against his knees as she mewled loudly.

Hell, if this weren’t worse than him walkin’ in on Bester and Kaylee, he didn’t know what was. Well, walking in on Jayne and anyone might be worse. Except this was it, because for all the Shepherd’s talk about the ‘special hell’, Mal couldn’t bring himself to say anything nor to look away.

Spike bit his lip, one hand clasped tightly on River’s hip, guiding her downward strokes, his other snaked it’s way up to massage her breast. River’s mouth opened in a silent cry, and her eyes landed on Mal. He quickly took a step back, his mouth and eyes wide with shock at the dreamy expression in her eyes. He couldn’t hold the gaze long, his eyes dropped instead to the hand on her breast, her pert nipple caught between black nailed fingers. The rosy bud was near to rubbed raw, and Mal felt his body tighten and grow. River laughed then, startling both the men who were so caught up in the sight of her dance across her lover.

“Both my boys, finally together,” she whispered hungrily, her hand darting forward to yank the captain closer by his suspenders. “Indulge a lady, Mal. Spike?”

“Past the jealousy phase, love. Learned to appreciate a figure such as hisself, though he looks a bit like Giles always did when he went to clean his glasses. All proper and embarrassed,” Spike grinned, thrusting up into River, who moaned as she pulled Mal’s mouth down to her lips. “I’ve seen you watching, always wondering, never going past that. My pretty boys, need - oooh, Spike!” River groaned against Mal’s lips.

“Doin’s more effective than talkin’, bird.”

“One bird, two stones,” River replied, tugging at Mal‘s shirt.

“Help a bird out, Cap’n,” Spike grinned, leaning forward and balancing River on his lap. She let out another long moan as she yanked his shirt so hard out his trousers that she effectively ripped it in two.

Mal groaned as he fumbled with his zipper. River all but bounced with joy as she quickly dipped her hand into his boxers, her hand wrapping tightly around his cock. Mal shivered, hadn‘t realized how desperate he was for her touch, how easily he sank into it. Spike only grinned at his bird as he helped her to turn around in his lap, her butt nestled against his hard stomach. It was times like this he was grateful for his supernatural strength, as he moved both himself and River farther back onto the bed. River smiles as she drags Mal to the bed, her hand slowly, torturously rubbing his stiff flesh. Her mouth darts forward, licking at the tip, and Mal feels the world shift.

Been too damn long since Nandi’s touch had burned up his flesh. Too long he’d been denyin’ himself on account of Inara. Her mouth closes tightly around him, and he’s damn close to embarassin’ hisself even further. Her hips work furiously, grinding at near break-neck speed. Spike groaned, the sight of her lips fastened to the Captain’s cock and the rhythm of her hips are near enough to send him over the edge. River smiles as she clenches her body tightly around him, leaving him no option but to come hard and fast inside of her.

River’s head rose suddenly from Mal’s lap, her left hand scratching down Spike’s chest as his breath comes in short pants. Not that he needs to breathe. There is a decidedly wet sound as River lifted her hips away from Spike’s, planting a quick kiss on his lips. With the agility of a cat, River shoved Mal back against the mattress and slid onto him, her wet folds enfolding him tightly, slowly working her body up and down. Her tongue dipped forward, her mouth taking one of his nipples roughly. She nipped and licked, her back dipped low, his hands bracing her hips. When Mal tried to hurry her, she merely trapped his arms against his own hips with her legs.

“Don’t rush me, Captain.”

Spike grinned, watching her play the other man like a finely tuned instrument, pausing when she knew he would break. He rose again, and leaned forward to kneed her breasts, murmuring dirty suggestions in her ear. She moaned in appreciation, moving faster against Mal. It wasn’t before long that she splintered, her body shaking as she collapsed heavily against Mal. The velvet grip of her body on him is all it takes for Mal to go flying off the cliff.

“Thank you, my boys,“ River whispers before drifting off to sleep, curled tightly between Spike and Mal.

Hours later, River tiptoes from the Captain’s bunk, her eyes cast towards the two lovers curled in on each other. Blonde hair meshes with brown, and Spike’s arm is protectively wrapped around Mal’s chest. Her boys get along much better now, and the stars are calling.

“Whatcha grinnin’ at, Moon-brain?” Jayne demands as she walks past him in the mess on the way to her bunk.

“All manners of sex, Jayne,” she replied, taking great satisfaction in watching him spit out the liquor he’d just tried to swallow. She’d learned how to be a sneaky little wench well enough from Grandmum, and she had a feeling Dru would be very proud.

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