Authors note!
First of all, I don't own anything. Sometimes I wish I did.
Anyway this is my first fanfiction. Ever. And probably my last. Haha. English is not my native language, but I will try my best anyway. This fanfiction is about "Iceman" & "Slider" from the awesome 80's movie: "Top Gun." I loooooove this movie, but the way Slider looks at Iceman... Oh man, that is love.
"This school is about combat. There are no points for second place."
Slider rolled his eyes in annoyance. He felt dirty, maybe even tainted or a little bit turned on. One thing was for sure, he didn't pay attention to anything Viper said. He looked at the other man, sitting next to him, and his heart skipped a beat. Slider sighed, he was more than attractive, and could have anyone he wanted. Yet his gaze always fell to Iceman. Why did he keep looking at him, why did he keep gazing at him? He knew the answer, but he refused to accept it. He was so hot it was unbelievable. He was pure beauty. Slider allowed a small smile to spread on his face and he was grateful that Iceman hadn't noticed him starring at him for the last hour. He loved him so bad it hurt, but the touches, the flirting and meaningful looks were all wasted on the gorgeous man. Was he really that in love with him? Maybe it was time for a more direct approach...?
The club seemed to melt away, and it was just Slider, everything was Slider. Iceman was confused; something was definitely up with Slider. He had been behaving odd the whole evening. He kept giving him looks, looks of desire and he kept touching him. Iceman wasn't complaining, it was so not Slider. He knew that his RIO was idolizing him, but he had never acted like this before. Could it be..? No. No, there was no way, or was it?
"The list is long but distinguished."
"Well, so is my johnson."
I could be doing this all night, I actually like Goose, but would never admit it to anyone. Maverick on the other hand… He is nothing but a dickhead, and my rival. Like I hadn't noticed the way he was eyeing Iceman. Prick. Suddenly, out of nowhere, he is by my side, Mr. Iceman. I enjoy hearing him insult Maverick. I want to lean into Iceman, moan softly and whisper: "You know I would make love to you right here, right now?" But my thoughts are interrupted by Iceman's voice, and I help him insult Maverick and Goose.
"You mean notorious. See you later."
And with that I and Iceman leave, only to walk our separate ways a few minutes later and I know that I'll be longing after him all night.