Once again for Maejirase!

CHAPTER 5 of 6

FIGHTERTOWN, Miramar, May 1985

Another weekend brought some more fun time with Goose and his family. It helped with not thinking about Charlie's weird behavior. Drinks with Wolfman and Hollywood, ballgames and movies let him forget about the nightmare of being the second best…

But nothing could make him forget or not think about Tom's face in the moment of his little death … Pete saw it every time he closed his eyes. And sometimes he didn't even have to do that, he still had it in his head… Would he ever see anything like that again?

He thought that they would avoid each other after their tryst but it was impossible while living together in Fightertown. Now Ice was smirking at him, leering and even sending discreet kisses that no one else saw, or slapped his ass in front of everyone. Sometimes it made Maverick want to smile like an idiot but other times it was killing him, or made him want to kill Ice. Besides his traitorous ass itched to get some and he couldn't even think about looking for it anywhere else.

It was like a fever, a heat that had nothing to do with the weather. It was like a volcano locked under his skin. It was a pain to keep it down and he wasn't sure how long would he manage to do that.

In the locker room after the training Ice would always sit with his back against Maverick's. He would casually put his hand on Mav's shoulder while he talked to others by the hangars. He would sit beside him during classes and fucking ruffle his hair for no goddamn reason.

He was teasing. He was torturing Mav. Was he doing it on purpose or was he completely unaware of how many restless, sleepless nights he had caused?

It was raining… for the first time since he arrived to Miramar.

The air was heavy and smelled kind of musky… Or maybe it was just Maverick's overheated body fooling his senses. Gods, he was going crazy… He got into the shower to cool off, but then changed his mind and decided to try a different approach to the problem rising between his legs. The water was warm and nice… His skin heated and oversensitive. Running his hands all over his body he stood under the intense spray and thought of Tom in the grass beside the airstrip. He twisted his own nipples, moaning softly and then quickly started to pump his dick. It was hardly enough. His hole needed some attention too, so he fucked it with his wet fingers but to his immense disappointment it didn't get him anywhere near orgasm. Maybe he should watch some TV instead or read something… He took a towel and started to dry his hair. Low hum of a distant thunder almost drowned the sound of a doorbell. Almost.

He got to the door, not caring that all he had on him was a pair of tattered jeans and a wet towel over his neck.

What he had found on his doorstep was the second most beautiful thing he saw in the last few days (or ever), first still being Ice lost in the pleasure Mav had given him. The memory made him blush and all he could do for some awkwardly long moment was stare at Tom, completely soaked, and sinfully sexy.

"Are you going to let me in or do you want to check if the rain is warm enough to melt the Ice?"

Maverick would rather check if HE was warm enough… He stepped back, letting his hand slip of the door handle. Ice passed him in the threshold, brushing one hand through his hair. He smelled like summer rain and sun, like musk and fresh skin, like cologne and Paradise found.

Like everything Maverick needed.

He was drenched. His blond hair looked kind of funny but somehow Pete couldn't force himself to joke or even smile. Nervously he run a hand through his own wet hair, trying to maybe brush them down a little…

"So…. I was just passing by, you know…." Tom couldn't believe he was saying this…

"Yeah…." Maverick couldn't believe he simply confirmed….

"And I brought wine…" Ice handed the bottle to still visibly lost Maverick.

"Oh…. It's French."

"Sure it's French. You didn't really expect me to drink some Californian shit, did you?…"

To be honest Maverick didn't know much about wines…. He could recognize color! But not much else…

"I…. I'll bring the glasses. You can go and find yourself some towel… or clothes…"

Tom chuckled. "Your clothes? Or maybe your boyfriend, who is bigger than you, had left here some of his?"

"I don't have a boyfriend, Kazansky."

„Good." But Tom didn't leave the room to look for a bathroom. He simply reached his hand to Maverick and agonizingly slowly he pulled the towel off his neck and then used it to dry himself.

Water was still dripping from his hair, sliding down his neck, over his Adam's Apple and into the collar of his shirt. His shirt… was white and soaked though… completely transparent, exposing his dark, perked up nipples.

"Wipe the drool, Mitchell."

"Fuck you, Kazansky."

They moved to the couch with two wine glasses and a corkscrew.

The mood was weird and atmosphere thick, heavy with tension. It was easier to deal with it when they were fighting. This, whatever it was, was unbearable. Tom's hungry eyes made Pete's stomach twist and suddenly he felt exposed and incredibly horny.

"I… I'll go and put on some… shirt."

"Don't bother. You look fine."

Maverick left anyway. He needed something to hide his boner. While he was putting on some long and loose sleeveless shirt the door bell rang again. Pete hurried to open the door but there was Tom, already letting Nick and Caroll in.

Shit. Stupid fucker! He was smiling, introducing himself to Goose's wife, and shaking Nick's son's little hand.

Goose was looking at Pete questioningly, probably wondering what the hell was Kazansky doing there. Then he spotted two glasses already filled with some expensive wine and then looked at Mav again. Caroll ignored that weird exchange. Pete was blinking rapidly and his face was alarmingly red.

"Mav, could you stay with our little runt for an hour or so? We need to take a round around shops in here and…"

Goose interrupted her. "Wait, I think Mav is busy."

Maverick wanted to say that he wasn't, but he actually was. He didn't want Ice to leave, but also he wasn't going to refuse Goose. Ice was first to answer:

"Don't be silly, Goose."

Mav looked at Ice expecting him to say that 'he was just leaving'. He wouldn't waste his night off to play a baby sitter with Maverick.

"We'll take care of him, right Mav? Come on, champ!"

He was already scooping the kid into his arms, doing some things to make him laugh. Pete's jaw dropped, so did Goose's. Caroll was all smiles. Tom took the kid to the kitchen promising a mug of hot chocolate and Caroll followed them, purposefully leaving two friends alone.

"So… You and Ice… I thought so."

"It's not like that, Goose…."

"It's not?... But it is, isn't it?"

Maverick blushed deeper red and dropped his gaze to the floor.

"I don't know."

Goose patted his shoulder. He'd never seen Maverick so mortified. It was so unexpected and strange that it wasn't even funny. He didn't know what to say. He was completely shocked with all this. With the fact that Mav was obviously developing some strong feeling to the other person, with the fact that this person was a man, with this man being… well… kind of dominant, what implied Maverick being submissive – ridiculous, right? – and then to top it all this dominant man was a guy that Maverick supposedly hated. This was crazy. What could he say to that?

"He's a good man, Mav." Those words came out of his mouth on their own but he quickly realized he meant them. It was true. Tom Kazansky was… perfect. "Maybe even too good for you, actually…"

"Fuck you, Goose."

Pete's fist hit Nick's shoulder a bit too hard to be funny, but maybe he deserved it.

It turned out that Tom was as great with children as he was with everything else. He played with Gosse's son and talked with him about planes and being a pilot.

Maverick watched it with unhidden amusement and a hint of admiration. Tom winked at him, and poured them more wine. The boy had his crayons with him and decided to draw for a moment. Tom sat closely beside Mav on the couch and draped his arm over the brunette. The boy was talking about his parents, focused on the piece of paper so Tom decided he waited long enough and leaned down to the other pilot to kiss his cheek. Pete tensed at first. He was reacting to Iceman's closeness a bit too strong! There was four year old boy sitting right in front of them.

But he still couldn't help but smile.

So Tom didn't hold back anymore. He freely brushed Pete's hair, nuzzled his neck and held his hand driving them both absolutely crazy. When Pete walked up to the sink to wash the coffee mugs Tom stepped right behind him and put his hands on Maverick hips.

"There's a kid in the other room, Ice."

"As you said – in THE OTHER room. Besides, I'm not doing anything."

"Goose thinks we're lovers…"

"Good." Ice pushed his hips forward, grinding into Maverick's ass.

"Fuck, stop it."

"No. I want you."

"I figured as much."

"Can I stay the night?"

Maverick laughed nervously.

"I knew you're not the type to run before sunrise…."

"Of course. I'm going to sleep until morning and even use your shower before morning classes."

"No way. I'll kick you out in the morning."

"You won't. Besides I'll come back here with you after the afternoons flights."

"You won't. I won't be here."

"Yes, you will."

Ice pressed on him with his whole body this time, hugging and nuzzling his neck.

"Shit… Where the fuck are they?"

Caroll and Goose were gone for a little over an hour.

"Hey honey, how was your stay with uncle Maverick?"

"GREAT! I don't wanna go yet!"

Goose dragged his kid away from the coffee table. "Time to go!"

"Wait, dad…. My drawing!"

The kid took his drawing from the table, walked up to Maverick and Ice, who were standing very close to each other. Goose wasn't sure but it looked like Tom's hand might be on Pete's back.

"Here, this is for you."

The boy handed them the drawing. Maverick took it and blushed rising Caroll's curiosity.

"What did you draw there, honey?"

"Uncle Maverick and uncle Ice!"

The kid looked delightfully pleased with his handy work, but Pete just folded the drawing neatly and put it away, refusing to show it to anybody. Ice saw it only briefly but looked like a cat that swallowed a canary.

As soon as the door closed behind the happy family, both pilots were all over each other. Ice was pressing Mav against the wall, kissing the living daylights out of him while Pete wasted no time and busied his hands with undoing Tom's pants.

And then a door bell… again.

"Fuck…" Tom groaned and moved away form his lover.

"You know what…? You open this time. I'll wait in the bedroom."

Maverick just nodded. He opened the door just a crack and looked at Goose.

"I'm really sorry, Mav, but we've left a bag with crayons…."

Maverick glared at his friend. "Wait here." Goose laughed cheerfully but smoothed his face before Maverick opened the door again and threw a bag of crayons at him without word.

"Thank-" The door were slammed at Nick's face.

Pete went straight to the bedroom, taking off his shirt on the way.

Tom was also shirtless, with unbuttoned pants, and he was moving the comforter on the bed aside. When he saw Maverick he walked up to him again, grabbed his hips and lifted him up. Being thrown onto the bed felt better than it should… Damn… Ice was lying on him, kissing him like there was no tomorrow. Pete had his hands buried in the blond mane, returning fierce kisses and responding to caresses with moans and panting.

Tom's lips on his neck drove him nuts. He would be bruised after this but he couldn't care less, because those sinful lips were sucking his nipple and he still had his pants on… He struggled to take them off. Luckily Iceman's hands helped him quickly and then those lips of his moved down, sucking below his chest. Teeth scraped the skin on his ribs, and then a tongue emerged from them to lick Pete's stomach and dive in his navel.

Tom loved how the smaller body shivered from his touch, how the most defiant man he had ever met gave up completely under him, from just his kisses. Maverick trembled in anticipation, squirmed and moaned, already leaking pre cum like he waited forever just for this….

Ice took him into his mouth and sucked hungrily bobbing his head up and down, moving his lips over the throbbing length.

"Fuck… Ice…"

Iceman moved away and looked up. "Say my name, Peter…."

Maverick looked down at him and gasped. Tom Kazansky was epitome of sex.

"Tom… fuck me…"

"Fuck? It's such a crude word… "

"Just shut up!"

Ice generously covered his two fingers with saliva and slid them into his partner. They went in surprisingly easy. He hummed, only mildly surprised.

"Were you playing with yourself, Maverick? Or did you let someone else to-" The change in Iceman's tone was as clear as day and the last thing Pete wanted was to anger him now.

"I didn't!"

"Good."

"Jealous much?"

Ice snorted. "Yes, as a matter of fact… VERY much, so you better behave."

He started to stretch Maverick more, all the while remembering to tease his prostate and occasionally lick his dick or suck his balls. Finally, when the brunette was covered with a distinct sheen of sweat and looked like a panting and moaning mess, he removed his fingers and moved up, spreading Pete's legs and making himself comfortable between them. Slowly he slid in marveling in the feeling of Maverick's body clenching around his manhood. Pete squeezed him with his thighs and lifted his hips a bit. Ice was kneeling, sitting on his heels and had his hands on Maverick's hips, rubbing them comfortingly.

"Damn it, Peter… You're so hot…"

He moved carefully and Maverick matched his movements, only to quicken the pace right away, impatient to see Iceman's cool nature crumbling down once more.

It was pure bliss to have this untamed and wild creature pinned down and on his mercy… If only Tom could do that for the rest of his life he would die happy.

They made love many times. Sometimes quickly, rushing just to reach the peak, other times slowly, lazily, exploring and trying new things. Hungry for each other after every single time they wondered how the hell did they managed to stay away from each other for so long! And more importantly: WHY?

Maverick was lying on his stomach, and Tom was lying almost on him, plastered to his back, tracing some invisible patterns on Pete's arm with his finger. He was asking so many questions… And Maverick found it surprisingly easy to answer them all sincerely, without problem.

"She died shortly after him…"

"What happened to your father?" Ice's lips when he spoke were brushing over the brunette's skin.

"I wish I had a security clearance that would let me learn more about it. It's a big mystery. He disappeared in an F-4 November 5th,1965. The stink of it was... he screwed up. No way. My old man was a great fighter pilot. But who the hell knows? It's all classified."

"So you want to be like him?"

"Yea, I guess… He was fearless."

"You're not fearless. You're reckless and stupid. God, I wish you would finally understand that 'being dangerous' is not a good thing. You need to grow up."

"And you need to loosen up! You piss me off. How come you're always so preserved and mature?"

"You think I don't rebel?"

"Well, do you?"

"I am here, am I not?"

"So? Being gay in the navy is hardly rebellious. It's not even original…."

"I didn't mean your bed, idiot, I meant the navy. My parents wanted me to become a lawyer but I always wanted to be a pilot. They thought it was just a phase, some childish dream, but I was serious. Joining the navy was my first and only act of defiance. My parents are rich and have power to do a lot, so they made my life in the army a living hell to make me resign. I had to try really hard to keep up, I watched my every step. I followed every rule to not give anyone a chance to kick me out. It worked. I'm here, risking my life, riding a silver dove… "

"Right into the night…. Ha, ha… I knew it."

"Knew what? And did you just giggle?"

"I don't giggle, you asshole. And I knew that you're rich!"

"I'm not rich. My parents are."

"You're rich. I knew it! Tell me, did you take piano lessons?"

"Why?"

"Just tell me!"

"Maybe I did."

Maverick was laughing like an idiot - that he, by the way, was. Tom just ignored it completely and slowly, not changing their position slid into Maverick again, cutting of his stupid laughter. He moved them rhythmically, enjoying the warmth of Pete's willing body.

"I need to go the bath room." If that was Pete's bratty revenge for spoiling his fun, it was mean.

"Can't you wait till I finish?"

"No. You'll wait. I need to go." Stubborn brat.

Very reluctantly Ice retreated and watched as Mitchell got out of the bed with his dick proudly standing up from between his thighs.

"Are you sure you can take a piss like that?"

"I'll manage."

Maverick laughed and left the room. Tom sighed heavily, already missing him badly. He finally got up and put on his pants.

"Wait, where are you going?" They met in the hallway.

"To the kitchen. Maybe I didn't take cooking lessons but I'm still marvelous at everything I do so brace yourself for the feast of your life."

"Great, I already got one in bed and it whet my appetite. Let's eat."

Since then every day was like that. They spent together every minute, falling in love and cataloguing it in their heads as just fucking.

It was perfect.

TBC