Ice figured he had probably fucked up, and bad.
It had probably been sort of childish to fuck Charlie. He only wanted her because she was Maverick's, anyway. He usually wasn't a fan of pussy.
But it had been supremely stupid to do it in an empty classroom (or maybe not, because he half wanted Maverick to walk in in the first place) where anyone could find them, at any moment. And then Maverick had, and Ice was feeling vindicated and stupid and self righteous all at once, and sort of turned on by the hungry look in Maverick's eyes as he had looked up and down Ice's naked body as he thrusted on top of Charlie. And Charlie had yelled out something idiotic, and Maverick had just slipped out of the room again. And Ice had looked down into Charlie's blue eyes and she had whimpered at him slightly, and then his clothes were back on and he was running after Maverick. Well, not running, that would seem more desperate and needy than Ice would ever want to seem. So he had walked.
Quickly.
"Maverick, I'm sorry, I know you two were kind of..." Ice broke off as he walked out into the sunlight of the parking lot. He really... was not sure at all.
Maverick sat on the seat of his motorcycle. He glanced up, and Ice couldn't read his expression through his sunglasses. Ice was uncomfortably aware of the sheen of sweat on his skin.
"Not really," he replied, his voice so even that Ice was confused. Didn't... he should be mad, damnit! He'd fucked his girlfriend, Maverick should be mad!
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Ice said bluntly, verbalizing these thoughts.
"You," Maverick said with a slight smirk. The irony was not lost on Ice, but fuck, that really didn't fit here, did it?
"Uh," Ice stalled for time.
Maverick stepped closer to Iceman, whose boundary issues with Maverick were all screwed up in the first place, so he did not retreat. He imaged Maverick with a towel around his waist and felt arousal, not disdain. Damnit.
"You're what's wrong with me, Tom," Maverick murmured as he tugged Ice down to meet his lips.
This was nice, Ice considered as he wrapped a leg around Maverick and they fell against the cold metal of the motorcycle.
"Better," Maverick panted as Iceman's experienced mouth moved farther up his shaft. He was grabbing fistfuls of Iceman's hair and Iceman blew hot air on him and Maverick gave a full-body shudder and acquiesced to Iceman's mouth on him, moving his hips forward slightly.
Ice grinned to himself. It would be kind of fun to fuck Maverick. And he knew he could have him any second he wanted and Maverick would comply completely, on the floor, in the shower, on a plane...
... in a classroom.
"I know it's better," Ice said as he sat up, rummaging for a towel on the floor. "Because I'm better."
"Better than Charlie," Maverick agreed.
Ice couldn't help but smirk a little.