#Icemav smut

[foreveraweirdoneslife]

Like No Time Has Passed At All [icemav]

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Summary: The dagger mission was successful and old married icemav are having some fun in the bedroom while Bradley is in the house, too.

A/N: This is just a little smutty idea that plopped into my head after re-watching TGM a couple of days ago and which kept me from continuing with You Can Be My Wingman Anytime. But now that this one is out of my system, I can go back to writing that one too.

Pairing: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Jake "Hangman" Seresin (only implied)

Warnings/content: 18+, porn with plot, porn with feelings, old!icemav, married!icemav, unprotected sex, rough sex, fluff and smut, domesticity.

Word count: 3.7k

The efforts of the last couple of days are still sticking in Mav’s bones but he’s home now and happy. The mission was more than successful. Bradley had asked if he could stay for a night or two before he is sent back to his squadron like the other daggers. Ice is already waiting for Mav to snuggle up in bed with him and honestly, Mav couldn't wish for more right now.

Nevertheless, Mav wants to check in on Bradley and apologize to him once again and maybe already catch up a bit on what has happened in Bradley's life in the years they hadn't talked to each other. So he walks up to Bradley's old room where he is staying now, too.

Mav finds the door to Bradley’s room standing open just a bit and he can hear him talking to someone. He can't catch what exactly Bradley is saying but he sounds happy. The voice which is answering him through the speaker sounds familiar, too, and Mav has an idea who it could be.

As nosy as he is, Mav takes the not fully closed door as an invitation to poke his head through the slit in the door. As expected, Bradley is sitting on his bed, notebook on his lap, talking to the screen.

“Wait a moment,” Bradley says when he notices Mav peeking through the door and looks up at his surrogate dad with a questioning look.

“Hangman?” Mav mouthes.

Bradley rolls his eyes at Mav but a lopsided smile appears on his face and he looks exactly like when he had his first girlfriend.

Mav smiles back at him, gives him a thumbs up and quietly closes the door behind him, leaving the two alone. He can still catch up with Bradley tomorrow.

Mav changes into his pajamas and goes to his bedroom where he finds Ice sitting against the headpiece, reading glasses on and immersed in a book. When Mav comes in, he peeks up from his book with a soft smile but doesn't say anything.

Mav smiles back at Ice and silently crawls into their bed, too, snuggling up to his husband and wrapping one of his arms around Ice’s waist.

“I'm so glad you two finally made peace with each other again,” Ice mumbles and places a kiss on the top of Mav’s head. “Have you talked to him like you wanted to?”

“Not yet,” Mav replies, mumbling against Ice's chest. “He's on a video call with Hangman. Didn't want to disturb them.”

“Lieutenant Seresin?” Ice asks back, surprised.

“Yeah, the two actually remind me a lot of us back in the day,” Mav mumbles with a smile and hoping for them that they will be just as happy with each other like he is with Ice.

“I see,” Ice replies and they fall into a comfortable silence both sucked up in their own thoughts. Mav reminisces in memories of when he and Ice had first started to hang out with each other back in ‘86.

“You don't mind me finishing this chapter, do you?” Ice asks then and it's not really a question because at some point in their thirty-odd years together this has become a routine for them. Ice going to bed earlier, enjoying a good book. Mav joining him later, quietly snuggling up to him after a stressful day at work, enjoying Ice’s loving warmth. When Ice is finished, they go over to sleeping - or sleeping with each other.

“Not at all,” Mav replies like he does every time. For some minutes, they just cuddle like this. Ice still reading. Mav cuddling with his husband.

At some point, Mav's hand drops to Ice’s thigh and he starts to draw little circles on the fabric of Ice's pajama pants. He would much rather like to go for option two today instead of simply sleeping.

Ice continues reading but one of his arms now wraps around Mav’s waist and his hand slips into the backside of Mav’s briefs. Ice keeps his hand just resting there but Mav knows that it means that he doesn't want to sleep, either. After so many years, they understand each other silently, no words needed.

As if coincidentally, Mav lets his hand softly brush over the fabric covering Ice’s limp dick. Ice breathes out languishly. “Mav,” he scolds him in a whisper but Mav knows that Ice is not serious about it because he starts to softly knead one of Mav's buttocks.

“Am I distracting you, Admiral?” Mav whispers and he feels Ice's dick twitch below his hand. He first found out that it turns Ice on when Mav drops his rank in bed when it had slipped his mouth right after Ice's promotion to Lieutenant Commander. The first promotion he had gotten after they became a couple. Since then Mav has occasionally made use of it because he knows that Ice loves to hear it from time to time and Mav loves to say it, too, because sometimes he still can't believe that he is actually married to the COMPACFLT.

Back in the day, Ice would have been fully erect by now. Nowadays, it took him longer but Mav didn't care. They both were old now and their bodies simply didn't work anymore like they did in their twenties. Mav loves Ice's body now just as much as he did thirty years ago and his own body isn't as quick as it used to be, either. So, it really doesn't matter and somehow Mav even loves it that it takes both of them longer to get there because it gives him the opportunity to tease Ice more, to slowly seduce him until he wants to take him just as desperately as when they were young.

Mav starts to softly stroke Ice through the fabric. He doesn't pretend anymore that it’s coincidental and he can feel how Ice slowly hardens in his hand. Ice lets a finger slip in between Mav’s buttocks, slowly moving it back and forth. Mav feels himself harden, too, and grinds against Ice’s thigh letting him know what he's doing to him.

Ice finally closes his book one handedly and puts it on the nightstand together with his glasses. Mav suspects that he already hadn't been reading for quite some minutes now but it's his sign of telling Mav that he’s ready for more.

So Mav straddles him, still fully clothed, and starts dry-humping him slowly. A deep moan escapes Ice’s lips but the moment it's out he covers his mouth with his hand.

“Shit, Bradley's here,” he mumbles a second later but Mav shuts him up with his lips on Ice’s, smiling into the kiss. Mav suddenly feels twenty years younger. Back when Bradley was living with them, Ice had always been so cautious not to be heard by Bradley but it had only rarely worked out. He knows that, both of them know that because teenage Bradley didn't shy away from telling them on a regular basis.

Mav’s mouth goes wandering down Ice's jawline, then onto his neck. He cherishes Ice's throat scar with his lips, one of the remnants of the terrible battle they have fought together and Ice has finally won. Mav knows of course that it can come back but for now Ice is well and that is all that matters.

When Mav slowly reaches the neckline of Ice's pajama top, he doesn't hesitate long but quickly gets rid of it and pulls it over Ice's head. Then he continues to plant sloppy kisses on Ice’s chest until he arrives at one of his nipples and twirls his tongue around it.

Ice lets his head fall back against the headpiece and he bites his lip in a desperate attempt not to moan. Mav hasn't seen Ice like this in years because normally, Ice is loud. Always has been. And both of them love it but today it's different. Today they're not alone in the house and for now, Ice seems to be determined to keep quiet.

Fully aware that it will take Ice's full willpower not to moan out loudly, Mav continues to twirl his tongue around Ice’s nipples in between kisses and while still riding him. Ice gasps and squirms underneath him. Then he’s ramming his hips up against Mav and Mav loves to see him like this. Desperate for Mav’s body, desperate for more.

Ice unambiguously tugs at Mav’s shirt and Mav gets rid of that, too. Now it's his turn to bite back a moan because Ice starts roaming over Mav’s upper body with his long, slender fingers, pulling him down to kiss him feverishly and still thrusting against him. Ice lets his hands travel down to Mav’s butt cheeks, squeezing them firmly, pulling them apart and Mav desperately needs to get rid of his remaining clothes now. So he quickly shuffles his pajama pants and his briefs down in one go and sits back up on Ice’s hips, fully naked.

Ice slowly, languishly lets his eyes wander over Mav’s body until his sight shamelessly rests between Mav’s legs. Ice lasciviously licks his slightly parted lips and Mav’s dick twitches in anticipation. Ice grips Mav’s hips and drags. Mav knows what he’s implying here. Mav smirks, their hungry eyes meet for a second and he pulls himself up on his knees.

Mav looks down and quietly sighs at the gorgeous sight in front of him. He sees Ice staring at his throbbing cock and liking his lips again. Ice takes his time and Mav loves it but hates it at the same time. He wants to be touched, to be welcomed by the wet warmth of Ice’s mouth. But Ice takes his time because he knows exactly how to tease Mav.

Ice caresses the backside of Mav’s thighs, slowly moving upwards to cup his cheeks, kneading them slowly but firmly. Like this, Ice pulls Mav just a bit closer and then he takes him into his mouth. Mav grabs the headpiece to support himself and lets out a loud moan, ignoring the fact that he should stay quiet because this feels just too good. Ice starts bobbing his head back and forth, his tongue varying between the underside and the tip of his cock. Mav is breathing heavily and Ice knows exactly what he’s doing here. He glances up at Mav and his eyes glisten impishly before his right hand moves further around to Mav’s butt crack. He pulls his cheeks apart with his other hand and lets a finger brush lightly across his entrance. Mav gasps breathlessly and already can't wait to sink in on Ice when he has prepared him.

Ice continues to work on Mav's dick while teasing his hole. After a couple of minutes, Mav is panting heavily and he has to pull away if he doesn't want to come early. Ice lets him sit back down on his hips and Mav leans down to kiss him, tasting himself on Ice’s slick lips.

“You're driving me crazy,” he whispers against Ice’s lips.

“I know,” Ice smirks, his voice deep and heavy with arousal and Mav kisses him again with all the love and passion he’s never lost in all those years.

Ice sighs into Mav’s mouth and still kissing him, Mav notices him blindly reaching for the nightstand. Mav backs away from the kiss and quickly helps him to get the bottle of lube out of the drawer.

Lovingly smiling at each other and excitement sparkling in their eyes, Ice holds out his hand and Mav clicks the bottle open, letting the velvety liquid drip down on Ice’s fingers. Ice spreads it there and Mav puts the bottle away before closing his eyes and leaning down to kiss Ice again and at the same giving him better access.

Ice’s hand quickly wanders back between Mav’s butt cheeks and he brushes his index finger over Mav’s entrance again, making Mav hum in pleasure. Then he applies a bit more pressure and slowly pushes his finger in. Mav sharply breathes in but his exhale is already a deep moan. He’s relaxed, knows what it feels like to have Ice inside him and still just simply loves it every time.

Ice starts moving, slowly fucking Mav with his finger and Mav mirrors the movement with his whole body, eyes closed, softly moaning with each thrust, their plan, well, mostly Ice’s plan to stay quiet already long forgotten. It doesn't take Ice long to add another finger, then a third and Mav becomes greedy. Ice’s fingers aren't enough. He wants Ice to fill him completely. Ice slowly pulls his fingers out and Mav whimpers for a split second but it's okay because he knows that it will only even get better.

Ice tugs at his own pajama pants now and because Mav is still straddling him, he shuffles a bit and helps him, yanking both the pants and boxers down in one motion. Mav takes a moment to impudently take in the gorgeous sight in front of him. No matter how often he has already seen Ice like this - naked, in their bed, breathing heavily and with a thick, throbbing cock just for him - he just knows he will never get enough of it, of him.

“Like what you see?” Ice smirks lavishly.

“As if you didn't know that already,” Mav replies and leans forward again to kiss Ice fervently.

In this position, Mav’s butt is already touching Ice’s dick and he feels it bumping against his crack. Mav doesn't want to wait any longer and reaches for the bottle of lube again. This time, Ice helps him to get it. Mav spreads the liquid on his fingers before he gives Ice's cock a couple of strokes. Ice hums in pleasure and immediately starts thrusting into Mav's hand greedily. Mav loves to see him like this, loves that his husband still wants him so desperately. Mav wants Ice just as much and so he starts aligning himself so that he can sink down on Ice easily.

What they are about to do is by far their favorite, most used position, that is Mav riding Ice slowly until both can't get ahold of themselves anymore. Mav loves it this way and he knows that Ice loves it, too. In earlier years, they switched positions more often and sometimes Mav actually misses to be pounded into the mattress by Ice but that hasn't happened in years. Specifically, not since Ice’s battle with cancer. It's undeniable that the disease has worn him down physically and it also has left more than one mark on both of them emotionally. And that's why Mav is grateful for every additional day he can spend with Ice. It doesn’t matter that their sex is not the same anymore as it was ten years ago because it’s still so much better than he would have thought it would be considering their age and what they have gone through. But that is actually an understatement because honestly, he can't imagine having better sex than he has now.

Next thing, however, Mav knows he's on his back, Ice hovering over him. “Tom,” he whispers and Ice looks at him with the cocky smirk he's never lost.

Mav’s heart is pounding heavily in his chest and for the first time in forever he actually feels nervous before sleeping with Ice. Excited? Yes, still every time. But nervous? Maybe the first time they had sex again after Ice's cancer treatment because it had been such a long time without and they weren't sure if everything would work out - it did in the end - but even that was already a couple of years ago now.

Ice pushes himself on his knees, Mav laid out in front of him, bare-naked and excited to be banged in a position they haven't done in years. Ice grins down at him and firmly grabs Mav’s hips, pulling him closer and propping him up a bit. Mav gasps in surprise because only seconds ago he didn't know that Ice is still so strong - or better is so strong again - and Mav is turned on by that even more than he already is, his hard cock twitching as if emphasizing his thoughts.

Ice adjusts himself and then finally, Mav feels Ice enter him, slowly but in one go. Mav can't restrain himself from crying out in pleasure and Ice groans, too. He gives both of them a bit of time to adjust to the feeling and leans down to kiss Mav heatedly for a moment, before he slowly starts thrusting. For a moment, Mav keeps his eyes open, taking in the sight of Ice hovering above him, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, moaning under his breath. Then Mav’s eyes fall shut and he’s panting because Ice is intensifying both pace and vigor now.

Ice shifts back on his knees, firmly grabs Mav's hips again and now he is actually pounding Mav hard. His thrusts are rough and his pace is unrelenting and Mav just loves it. He hasn't felt like this in years. His cock is bouncing wildly between their bodies, sometimes slapping either against his own or Ice's stomach and everything just feels so good.

He looks up at Ice, their fiery eyes meet and Ice smirks at him in such a dirty, lewd way that Mav is immediately very close to coming. Ice is still fucking him adamantly but his movements become more erratic, too. Both of them are moaning with each thrust now and Ice reaches for Mav's dick, stroking him in rhythm with his thrusts.

Then Mav squirms and arches his back. His eyes roll back into his head and with a long and languish moan he comes on his stomach in several thick jolts. Ice keeps thrusting through Mav’s orgasm but Mav is clenching hard around him and that pushes him over the edge, too, groaning loudly.

Ice collapses on top of Mav, breathing heavily. They softly kiss each other and with a loving smile, Mav gently strokes away a stray strand of hair from Ice’s forehead which has been sticking there sweatily.

Ice smacks another kiss on Mav's lips and slowly pulls out. Mav feels Ice’s cum dripping out of him and knows that he will be sore for the next couple of days but he couldn't care less because it will inevitably remind him every waking hour of how perfectly he just got railed by his hot husband.

Then they both quickly clean up themselves and the mess they’ve made before crawling back to bed and snuggling up against each other, Mav’s head resting on Ice’s chest.

“Didn't know you still had it in you like that,” Mav mumbles appreciatively, softly tracing the stripes on Ice’s pajama top with his finger tips.

“You know what? Me neither. I guess having Bradley in the house makes me feel younger,” Ice chuckles deeply and Mav feels his chest vibrating.

“Maybe we should invite him over from time to time now that everything is fine again,” Mav laughs.

“That would be so inappropriate,” Ice scolds him but can’t keep himself from laughing, too.

“Has that ever stopped me?” Mav answers challengingly.

Ice just shakes his head but smiles. “Good night, Pete,” he replies resolutely and kisses his husband goodnight.

–

The next morning, Mav and Ice come down into the kitchen to find Bradley already sitting at their table, a cup of coffee at his side and a bowl of froot loops together with a bottle of milk in front of him.

Froot loops have been Bradley's favorite cereals for as long as Mav can remember. So they had become a permanent feature in their kitchen ever since Bradley had moved in with them. Over time, however, Ice has grown fond of them, too, and so they still always keep a pack or two, just in case Ice wants to eat some out of the blue.

Sitting there like this, Bradley looks exactly like his teenage self, only that he’s twenty years older now and smiling at the screen of his smartphone whose future existence hadn't even been known back then. As soon as he notices his surrogate dads’ presence, he locks his phone, puts it on the table and looks up at them, chewing.

“If you like our froot loops so much, why don't you come over more often,” Mav suggests with a smirk that is screaming shenanigan before Ice can stop him. Instead, he just rolls his eyes at him and shakes his head but is nevertheless smiling.

“Am I right in assuming that this is not about froot loops or the fact that you missed me so much?” Bradley asks, scooping another spoon of cereal into his mouth.

“Yes,” Ice replies with a nod.

“And am I also right in assuming that I don't want to know what it's really about?” Bradley continues, obviously interpreting the look on Mav’s face correctly.

Ice confirms that again and walks over to the kitchen cupboard. He takes out another bowl and a spoon and sits down next to Bradley before making himself a bowl of froot loops, too.

The whole time, Mav just keeps standing in the door frame, leaning against it with his arms crossed. He smiles and for a moment, he just watches his two boys interact with each other and eat the most silly type of cereal in the world. Then he pours himself a cup of coffee, too, and sits down opposite the two.

“I've been such a fool,” Bradley suddenly drops in between two spoons, shaking his head and Mav just frowns at him. “For thinking that I could for once sleep here without being pestered by your old men’s noises.”

Mav immediately sees Ice’s face turn red and how he innocently shovels another spoon of cereal into his mouth.

“You’ve once lived here for years. Don't tell me you didn't know what you’re embarking on,” Mav replies with a shrug.

“Jake even asked me in what kind of filthy motel I'm staying that I have to endure those terrible noises and if he needs to lend me some money so that I can get a room in a proper hotel,” Bradley goes on, ignoring Mav’s comment.

“Jake, huh?” Mav counters and smirks wantonly.

Ice laughs, Bradley’s ears turn bright pink and it feels like no time has passed at all.

[alecjbi]

smut prompt: "Did you come?" ice’s pleasure centered?

oh hello i love this one! i want to write more icemav as a love letter to ice, i feel like there’s so many for mav but ice deserves more.

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Ice was a selfless lover.

Maverick had always known that, had fought with him more times than he could possibly count about it. He wasn’t sure if it was some trauma from his past buried deep in his skin or the constant vigilance from the Navy that forced him to cover a vital part of himself, but Ice never did anything for himself. For all his outward mask suggested, cold and hard and seeming like he’d take everything for himself, Ice had the softest heart of anyone Maverick had ever met.

The first time they had gotten together, frantic and heavy in the adrenaline of a successful mission, Ice had made Maverick see a future he never thought was possible. A future with a man, so caring and attentive and nothing like the anonymous hookups Maverick had gone through most of his adult life. Compared to this, they were a chore. This was revelation. This was living.

After his third orgasm, Maverick panting and shaking, so sensitive that he couldn’t bear for Ice to touch him, Ice had sat back on his haunches to look at his work. He still had his pants on, a bulge hard in them. Maverick reached out but Ice shied away and something cold ran through his system.

“Did you come?” he asked softly and Ice simply shushed him with a kiss.”

“It’s okay,” he said. “Don’t worry about me.”

For awhile, Maverick thought that Ice simply didn’t like to be touched like that. He was the Iceman after all, hard as stone, nothing that could pierce his armor. But then he found, hookup after hookup, Ice disappearing to the bathroom, to his car, coming back with flushed cheeks and hazy eyes.

“Do you not want me to touch you?” Maverick asked, curled up against Ice on his couch. He thought back to all their kisses, all the roaming hands, his fingers working their way over Ice’s abdomen, grasping his ass. Was that not welcome? Was Maverick deeper in this than he had thought?

But Ice smiled sadly, running his fingers through Ice’s hair as he shook his head. “I do,” he admitted, voice no more than a whisper. “But I’m scared.”

Now, Ice was in his bed, the only place he should be. Maverick had taken his time opening Ice up with his fingers, then his tongue, making Ice shiver and beg for him. He didn’t care about himself tonight, focused on making Ice feel good. The man of stone, finally melting.

When Maverick finally thrust into him, Ice cried out brokenly. Maverick wanted to bottle the sound. He wanted to take a picture, remember this forever: Ice’s flushed cheeks and tousled hair, the way their bodies connected perfectly, Ice tight and hot around him. He moved out experimentally and Ice moaned out, grabbing his forearms and pulling him towards him. He simultaneously pushed Maverick away and pulled him in, senses flooded and Maverick only wanted him to have more. He kissed Ice deeply, tongues brushing. He wanted to swallow Ice whole. He wanted all of Ice, wanted to see him at his most vulnerable moment.

Ice pulled back with a cry, turning his head and Maverick swore he could see a wetness on his cheeks.

“Please, Mav,” he begged, pupils blown wide. “Fuck, please.”

Maverick thrust harder, intent on pushing Ice to his limit. He could feel himself getting close but Ice was whining, intelligible words spilling out of his mouth. He couldn’t seem to ask for what he wanted but Maverick knew anyways.

“Did you come?” he asked, and this time Ice shook his head, whispered please. Maverick smiled and wrapped his hand around Ice, watching as a full-body shiver worked through the man underneath him. He stroked roughly in time with his thrusts, bringing Ice to the edge, making him beg.

When he finally came, chest and cheeks flushed, choking out Maverick’s name, he swore he had never seen anything else more beautiful.

[starwarsloverpizza]

Mav: Ice, may I clarify something?

Ice: Yes...?

Mav: After a long day of flying, dealing with past trauma, PAPERWORK, and whatever the fuck else, I come home. I am worn out. I need comfort. Therefore, it is your RESPONSIBILITY, no, fucking HUMAN OBLIGATION to be the big spoon!

Ice: Yes, always, every day my love. Where is this coming from though?

Mav: Jester was making fun of the little spoon-

Ice: He’s a goddamn clown baby, don’t listen to him.

Mav: I love you.

Ice: I love you too!

Mav: Sex...?

Ice *sighing*: Aight let’s go.

[lilaccrxsh]

After a lil conversation on the tg86 discord... I wrote this

just for you - xoAnnaxo - Top Gun (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky/Pete "Maverick" Mitchell

Additional Tags: Smut, Anal Sex, softdom!mav, bottom!ice, ice has a makeup kink almost, cock riding, i suck at tags pls lmk if you think anything else should be here thx

[thestarwarslesbian]

Okay but why does Iceman seem like he reads romance novels.

He seems like he would read a lot on carriers and on leave. Everyone including Slider thinks he reads action and true crime novels. I have this idea in my head that Ice would be reading at a social event like a medal cerimony that the '86 gang would all be at and there he would be reading his hardback novel with no name on it. Ice would probely leave for a few minutes to get food or go speak with someone and Mav and the others would grab his book to see what he was reading, and behold they look apon the sumttiest romance book any of them have read. But funny thing would be that Ice has read books that are more sumtty and dark conent wise. Ice is able to keep a straight face while reading it but the rest of the gang turn beatroot read after a single sentnece.

[babygirllinds]

if you haven't already, you should do some spicy icemav hcs.

love your stuff!

I’d be honored to drop some HCs 🫡 I think I’ve only ever done HCs for Slimav so I’m happy to provide… and spicy? all the better 👀 also thank you so much for sending this!!!!

warning: smut ahead 👀 I definitely went overboard, but I hope you guys enjoy 🫠

The first time Ice and Maverick have sex is after the Layton mission.

Ice fell first that day in the bar. It was meant to be an intimidation tactic, but he got close enough to look into Maverick’s eyes and to smell his cologne and it was all over for him. Maverick was dangerous, but probably more so on the ground than in the sky. Maverick had feelings but didn’t acknowledge them because Ice was a dick, okay? It wasn’t until the mission and they claimed each other as wingmen that Maverick really let himself think about the possibility. Spoiler: Maverick fell harder

I think the adrenaline of the mission finally pulled them together. Especially after finding themselves alone together. Maverick kisses him first and immediately apologizes before Ice is pulling him back in and deepening it

They both jerk each other off in a frenzy with Ice’s other hand over Maverick’s mouth to muffle his moans. He’s bites Maverick’s shoulder hard enough to draw blood when he cums and Maverick nearly blacks out when Ice ghosts a finger over his hole

Ice and Maverick are absolutely gone for each other, as everyone can agree. There’s not a place that they haven’t had sex. Including a public place. They just really can’t keep their hands to themselves.

The car? Definitely fogged up some windows in their youth

Locker room? Ice definitely pushed Maverick to his knees just to watch as the water poured over him with his mouth full

Ice’s office? Let’s just say that his assistant knows when to tell people firmly that her boss is busy and not to bother him (Maverick brings her flowers in apology each time he visits)

Penny has 100% chased them out of the hard deck bathroom at some point and she definitely doesn’t let Mav live it down

Maverick is a brat through and through. The first time Ice let himself think of him in a sexual way, he imagined getting him to shut up with a firm hand in his hair and his mouth full of Ice’s cock

Mav knows he’s a brat too and he knows it gets Ice going to take charge. The man aimed to be admiral since the beginning of his career so taking charge of Mav is like practice in a way

Mav will do something that has everyone exasperated and Ice will gladly take him home and spank his ass raw

Ice also worries about him doing something potentially dangerous and winding up dead and most of his anger is how scared he is to lose Mav so no matter how harsh the punishment is, Ice is always pulling him into his arms and kissing his tears away and telling him how much he loves him

Leading into this one, they 100% have a dom/sun type of relationship in my eyes. Maverick craves attention and that’s why he acts out. Ice craves to be in charge and to take care of someone.

They don’t let the dynamic rule their lives, but Ice is always there to be a guiding and firm hand in Maverick’s life. He always is looking out for him and making sure he stays on the right path

Ice will sometimes lay out a scene especially when he knows Maverick needs it. Let’s say Maverick’s adhd and anxiety (which that man 100% has both) has him crawling in his skin and Ice can’t take the way Maverick will let himself fester so Ice takes it into his own hands to have Maverick relax and let go and just let Ice do what he needs to do

Maverick is content to do whatever Ice asks when he’s under. Be it multiple orgasms or orgasm delay until he’s shaking and crying and Ice finally takes pity on him and fucks him

Maverick is a total pillow princess sometimes.

He likes to lay back while Ice just takes what he wants

Sometimes Ice will tie him up and just play with him for hours and Maverick is content to just lay there and let him

He’ll beg for it on days he feels horny, but too sleepy to put in the effort

Now on the other hand… Maverick also likes to actively take part in sex.

He loves the feeling of riding Ice while Ice just lays back. He won’t touch him, just lets Maverick take his fill, sometimes with hands on his hips and guiding his movements

Especially when Ice goes through chemo and is healing and too tired to keep up with him. Ice just wants him to be satisfied and is willing to let Maverick take active charge as he fucks himself on Ice’s cock

As much as Maverick loves missionary sex where he can stare into Ice’s eyes, he loves most every position. He wants to be with Ice anyway he can.

Let’s just say reverse cowgirl is his favorite. Especially when Ice is able to get a firm grip in his hair

Ice’s favorite position is the mating press… he feels the closest to Mav when he presses his legs almost to his shoulders and their chests and stomachs are touching and his face is close enough to kiss him

I’m sorry, but I need to speak my truth. Mav is a bottom except…

Except on the occasion Ice asks him to fuck him. He can’t say no to Ice and it’s not like he doesn’t like it. He loves being inside Ice. He just likes it better when Ice is inside him. Ice does too, but sometimes he just wants to feel Mav in a different way

Ice will usually take control of the situation, riding Mav until they’re both coming undone. He’ll fuck himself on Mav’s soft cock after Mav already came, chasing his own pleasure and then he’ll cum all over Mav’s stomach and chest (he rubs his cum over Mav’s treasure trail and then over his already sensitive nipples, marking him)

Also like earlier, when going through chemo, sometimes he isn’t able to get hard and he’ll encourage Mav to just fuck him. This is when they usually take it slow and Ice’s legs are over Maverick’s thighs as Mav thrusts slowly into Ice, still playing with Ice’s soft cock and kissing Ice all over his face and chest to show him how much he loves him

Let’s take about marking… because both of these bastards are jealous and possessive and we love to see it.

Ice is a biter. Let’s rewind to the locker room in Top Gun 1986. That chomp is all the proof you need

Mav comes out of their bedroom looking like he was gnawed on. There’s bites and fresh bruises over his chest, thighs, hips, ass, and shoulders. Never his throat (unless they’re on leave and there’s time for the bites to heal before Maverick goes back to work)

Ice also loves rubbing his cum into Maverick’s skin. It’s more a subtle marking because it’s not like anyone will see or know. But it settles Ice’s nerves being able to mark his lover with something so lewd

Maverick loves to dole out hickies. He’s sucking on any part of skin he can reach and often gets carried away with leaving them all over Ice’s neck and jaw. Ice has never been more thankful for his excuse to wear scarves after his throat surgery because Maverick is able to leave them without fear of either of them getting in trouble for unprofessionalism

Maverick also prides himself on the scratches and dried out scabs in shapes of crescents along Ice’s biceps or back after Ice fucked him silly enough that he just dug his nails into his skin. It thrills him when Ice will forgo his shirt while working out and someone immediately takes notice of the marks

Let’s talk about kinks…

Ice loves Mav the way he is, but he also gets such a thrill out of feminizing him. He loves calling Mav his wife or buying him lacy lingerie. Maverick also moans like a whore anytime Ice calls his ass his [tight and hot] cunt or his chest his [pretty lil’] tits

Maverick definitely has daddy issues or an authority figure kink. He grew up without his father and was consistently in his shadow. Sometimes when he’s far under, he’ll call Ice daddy and Ice goes crazy for it. He loves being seen as safe enough that Mav feels comfortable enough to say it. Mav also loves playing up the whole Lt. and Adm. thing in bed. When Ice finally became admiral, the sex is 10x hotter as Maverick clenches down around his cock and says something along the lines of, “show me who’s in charge, Admiral.”

Also let’s face it as well. Ice loves being called daddy, okay? He has daddy issues himself. His dad was a dick and constantly berated him. Ice took those feelings and put them to wanting to take care of the people he loves. He wants to be better than his father and show the people he loves he cares and he’s someone safe to lean on. So he won’t really say it, but every time Maverick utters the word ‘daddy’, Ice is ready to risk the god damn world for him

Let’s talk oral sex…

Maverick is a whore for blowjobs. He wants to blow Ice any chance he can. He likes to deep throat him and he also likes when Ice fucks his face. He loves how raw his throat feels afterwards and welcomes the sting

Ice is precise with his blowjobs. He takes his time until Maverick is shaking and begging to cum. He usually will finger Mav at the same time to bring him that little extra pleasure. He’ll make a show out of it too. He’ll suction his mouth over the tip like he’s trying to suck Maverick’s cum out of him like a straw

Ice also loves to rim Mav. Mav at first was like ??? No thanks. But then Ice took his time and licked him open with precision until Maverick cried from how good it felt. Maverick practically asks for it consistently now and Ice is happy to oblige

I probably have so much more, but my brain isn’t conjuring all of them up at the moment lmao. I hope everyone enjoys these though <3

[thegoldfishkid13]

Character list/ Master list Requests are Open!!

Smut* Fluff<3 Angst ^

Twilight

Jasper hale

Transformed- x human reader <3^

Gone x human reader<3^

Granted x human reader<3^

Carlisle Cullen

Alice Cullen

Staying the night with you x human reader <3

Rosalie Hale

Red Eyes *

Top gun

Rooster/Bradley Bradshaw

Hangman/Jake Serein

Phoenix/Natasha Trace

Maverick/Pete Mitchell

Iceman/ Tom Kazansky

Maverick and Iceman

Revenge 2 3 4 ^

The outsiders

Pony boy Curtis

Bathroom Hideout <3

Sodapop Curtis

Wrong person <3

Snow Date <3

Girls Gone Wild- Modern AU

Dallas Winston

The show <3

Harry Potter

Remus lupin

The stars

Regulus Black

Home again

Rules with requests:

Please have details of what you want when requesting

Smut can be requested but I have never written it

[compacflt]

Have you written anything that you'd like to share but hasn't been asked about or published in your fics?

yes! for reference, this is the grand total of words I’ve PUBLISHED to AO3 (minus 6k for my Mission: Impossible one-shot)

but… this is the word count of BOTH documents containing deleted content for the series. And by deleted I mean “will never see the light of day, ACTUALLY deleted.” my Dark Google Docs.

to be clear these are two separate docs with different stuff inside.

and, let’s see, what’s in them… some stuff that genuinely had great potential, but i just couldn’t pull off…

there’s this one scene im thinking of, that was going to go in extras part one, right after ice & mav start trying to be friendly with each other post-break-up, where maverick asks to go for a run with ice. So ice, bewildered & sooo happy mav wants to spend time with him again, takes him on a run. And there’s all this stuff about how maverick isn’t cut out for distance, he’s a sprinter, his running form is atrocious… “well if this were a push-up contest I’d have beaten you hours ago…” lots of banter about high school football and “tight ends”… ice taking mav to his San Diego high school track and making him run repeats… “You never know, Mav, running might save your life one day, if you get shot down behind enemy lines…!” / “yeah right like that’ll ever happen!” Etc. It ended with ice & mav making a deal that mav will start running with ice if ice starts working out with mav at the hangar—loser buys the winner dinner every time. Always a competition with them, but it REALLY gets them to be friends/actively dating again. & then later they do a real 10K or something in San Diego and it’s a huge deal that maverick actually beats ice in the final sprint… except, they still have to run home after the race is over, and ice beats mav home! So he really wins! And there was like an instructional moment where ice tells mav “you always have to save enough in the tank to come home, Mav… i thought you knew that! I learned that from you ❤️!” or something gay like that. And Mav takes him out to dinner according to the rules of their deal.

anyway, i was kind of upset i couldn’t pull that one off.

[gothidecorem]

Listen, if you love IceMav and you’re over the age of 18, you neeeeeeed to read Gayboy Airlines & Goose, LLC by @topgunreacts (aka aelibia on AO3). It is just ✨chefs kiss✨. If you need a sign to read it, let this edit be it.

(Also, for artistic purposes that is totally Ice in the last clip lol)

[foreveraweirdoneslife]

I need some shameless icemav smut please. Does anybody know some good fics in that genre?

[alecjbi]

"i wanna kiss every inch of your body"

ice after the volleyball match

all of these have been icemav lmfao which i’m not mad about! i like this one a lot, i took it in a bit of a different direction but i think it’s fun :)

(666 words (ope), explicit)

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The sun was beating down on Maverick’s back and he had taken his shirt off long ago. All the pilots had, except for Goose, which Maverick had teased him for his dad outfit. Maverick knew he should feel normal, just a bunch of guys having fun, but his eyes were only on Ice.

Ice’s hair glowed in the sun, sweat rolling down his back in rivulets. Maverick wanted to lick it off. Maverick wanted to feel all of him, taste him. And he was sure Ice wanted the same.

They had been playing this game for awhile, dancing around each other, so when Ice brought him behind a building and pinned him against a wall after the game, Maverick wasn’t surprised. This was everything he had wanted and more.

“I want to kiss every inch of your body,” Ice said, eyes scalding him. Maverick didn’t back down under his gaze— he straightened his back and let a smile slip onto his lips.

“Why don’t you?” Maverick asked, looking up at Iceman. Ice copied his grin, teeth sharp and smile teasing. In the summer heat, Maverick felt like he was about to melt.

“Not now,” Ice said, leaning in and kissing where Maverick’s neck met his shoulder. He trailed them down, biting his shoulder and making Maverick groan. Anyone could see them here but he couldn’t care, not with Ice’s hands slipping up his back, bringing him closer.

“I’ll have time later,” Ice continued, letting his hands drag lower and grasp Maverick’s ass. Maverick bucked his hips a little bit, gasping as he felt Ice’s hard-on against his own. Ice’s words were pure sin as he brought their bodies together, removing one hand and working at his belt. Maverick got the message and lowered a hand to his as well, shaking hands working at the button of his jeans. “I’ll have time when you’re in my bed and I’ve fucked you until all you remember is my name. Then, I’ll kiss you all over, mark you up so everyone knows you’re mine.”

Ice removed his cock from his pants and Maverick wished he could get a better view instead of this cramped alleyway. He wished he could see Ice sprawled out in his bed, begging his name. Ice tsked as Maverick’s hands shook and helped him out of his underwear. He spit into his hand and wrapped it around the two of them, Maverick groaning and dropping his head to Ice’s shoulder.

“That’s it, baby,” Ice said, stroking them long and tightly. “Wanna hear you moan my name. Loud enough so everyone knows.”

“Fuck, Ice,” Maverick gasped. His hands traced over the muscles of Ice’s back, dipped below his pants to grab his ass and force Ice’s hips into his. Ice groaned lowly in his throat and started stroking faster, whispering words to bring Maverick closer to the edge.

“That’s it,” he repeated. He thumbed over Maverick’s dick and Maverick’s knees went weak, falling into Ice and trusting him to support him against the wall. “You gonna come for me?”

“Please,” Maverick begged. “Please, Ice, I want—“

“I know,” he shushed him, kissing up Maverick’s neck, leaving bites along the way. “Gonna make you feel so good.”

“Please,” Maverick repeated. He was so close, limbs shaking and gasping into Ice’s neck. Then, it built up to a high, a pressure deep in his stomach, a heat he couldn’t fight anymore. “Oh, fuck, Ice, I’m gonna—“ he gasped.

That’s when Ice cupped his chin, and with eyes blazing only for Maverick, kissed him hard. Maverick came into his hand with a blinding white light behind his eyes, moaning into Ice’s mouth. Ice wasn’t far behind, groaning lowly and stroking himself as he came. They stood there for a moment, panting in each other’s mouths, simply basking in the moment.

“I hope you still keep good on that promise,” Maverick muttered when he caught his breath, and Ice laughed. It was the most beautiful sound Maverick have ever heard.

[stopthatfool]

wow. y’all did it! I gotta draw icemav smut.. (finally a proper excuse) give me a couple weeks tho (bleh university) but as promised I will do it.

[pollyna]

Me everytime I read a icemav fic tagged tom iceman kazansky & bradley rooster bradshaw and parental tom iceman kazansky:

[scarebats]

maverick has a somewhat strong southern accent that slips out when he’s drunk, rlly mad/overwhelmed, tired, and some fourth thing.

(ice thinks its sexy)

[mollymauk-teafleak]

something in the orange tells me we're not done

This is the first thing I've written in so long! I'm hoping you guys like it, huge thanks to @hangsters for all the support and being my favourite audience

Please reblog and comment over on Ao3 if you enjoyed this!

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Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell. Wanted for armed robbery, fraud. Armed and highly dangerous. Dead or Alive. By order of Sheriff Tom Kazansky.

The posters have been up in the bustling mining town of Miramar foe as long as anyone can remember. It's become another legend they tell about their Sheriff, this one criminal he can never catch, the one slight on a perfect record.

But Sheriff Kazansky knows exactly where Maverick is. In fact, Maverick is waiting for him.

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It was only when he’d just gotten out of a town that Maverick realized how much he hated them.

He didn’t know how people breathed there, with all the dust kicked up by the wagon wheels and hooves, the soot from the trains, the sharp ethanol and smothering poppy rolling out of the gambling dens. And all those people, so many other lives crammed in next to his own, coming and going and rushing and jostling, somehow finding a way to be busy in the middle of nowhere. And all those eyes on him, narrowed in suspicion like he had ‘bad news’ scrawled on his face. 

Even when they hadn’t yet seen the posters with crude sketches of him under the word ‘WANTED’.

Maverick forgot what quiet felt like, what sleep felt like, what peace felt like until he had the lights and noise well behind him. It was a relief every time, even when leaving hadn’t exactly been his choice. Even when he left in the middle of the night, heart hammering, not daring to mount his horse until he was clear of the buildings, certain if he made the slightest noise, lights would come on, a cry would be raised and he’d be dodging bullets.

But he’d made it, free and clear. He could unsaddle Mustang, build himself a quick fire and lean back against his pack, nothing under him but his thin leather coat and solid red stone, nothing above him but a vast expanse of stars and take a bigger, fuller breath than he’d managed in weeks. It would be days before he lost the taste of smog on his tongue but this was a start. 

The adrenaline of his escape hadn’t let go yet, there was still a buzzing in the very tips of his fingers, his heart still fluttered against his ribs like a nervous bird. Maverick told himself to get a grip, escapes were never as clean as that, the job had been a thing of beauty, the pack under his head was fuller than it had been in a while and the plains stretched out in front of him promising as much freedom as that money would buy. If anyone down in the mining town of Miramar were going to come after him, he knew who it would be.

So maybe the beating in his chest wasn’t adrenaline. Maybe it was hope. Maverick didn’t know what was worse. 

Either way, he couldn’t sleep when every nerve felt like the fuse on some dynamite. Instead he listened to Mustang happily cropping away at the scrub grass, useless to any horse less hardy than she was, and made a game of finding shapes in the stars. And he waited. He tried to pretend he wasn’t but it was hard to lie to himself when it was so obvious. 

He began to worry that he’d come too far into the hills. This place was difficult to find, all sheer cliffs and hidden rivers and loose stone, so the townsfolk stayed well away, preferring the safe tracks. Even if you knew it like the back of your hand, this particular ridge was like an old scar so faded it was almost invisible. Maverick suspected even the other bandits who had to risk these goat tracks didn’t know about it. 

But he did so the simple fact remained that if he didn’t show up, he wasn’t coming. All the same, Maverick idly nudged the fire with the toe of his boot, sending more smoke into the air. Just in case. 

He pulled his hat down over his eyes, telling himself he was going to sleep now. He told his heart to quit it, to stop making a fool of them, he let the stars crowd out everything else in his mind. It worked after a little while, falling into one of those dreams where he was always running. 

Until something eclipsed those stars, enough of a shift in the light to wake a sleeping bandit on a hair trigger. When Maverick opened his eyes, the sky was gone but a smile had replaced it, a smile sharp as a whip crack and one Mav would trade any number of stars for. 

“I should have known,” the sleep and the crooked grin spreading across his face roughened his voice, “You’re the only person who can ever sneak up on me.”

Sheriff Tom Kazansky reached down and flicked the brim of Mav’s hat, knocking it clear of his face, “Mighty fine job you’re doing of escaping. Sleeping on your gun and kicking enough smoke into the sky for a blind man to notice.” 

“Then why’d it take you so long?” Maverick couldn’t wait any longer, he took hold of the other man’s shoulders and pulled him into a kiss. 

They called Tom the Iceman, painting a ruthless, cold lawman over the gentler soul Mav had known for years. Even he called him Ice now, it had been to tease him at first, just like how Ice would call him the name on his wanted posters in return. But now there was something natural to it, something precious, like a reminder that those nicknames didn’t own them and couldn’t keep them apart. 

They had good reason to lionize their sheriff. Miramar had started as a wasteland, an ember barely keeping warm as bad weather and bandits pressed in around them. Law hadn’t been more than a breath of hot air in the mouths of men too rich to give a damn about the inhabitants of such a small settlement. Ice had changed that. 

He’d come in, no one knowing where from or what kind of past nipped at his heels, and he’d said it was enough. He’d worn a target on his back, working tirelessly and fighting clean until Miramar became something to notice, a place that was safe. He’d bargained to bring the railway line in, he’d invited developers, he’d suggested there might be something useful to mine in the hills and he’d been right. A beanpole of a kid, sun bleached hair and stubborn smile, he had grown into a man they’d been proud to pin the sheriff badge on. It sometimes seemed like Ice had pulled the sprawling, profitable town that Miramar became out of the rock with his own two hands, that he’d woven it out of his own force of will. 

Maverick believed it. He remembered nights long ago, when they’d lay on their backs on the brothel roof, Tom’s eyes bright in a way that hadn’t had anything to do with poppy or whiskey. He’d talked about where they’d live one day, somewhere safe, somewhere no one got hurt. He talked about how his sister Sarah would have a house of her own, how Pete would wear his hair short and go about in trousers and shirts and everyone would call him sir without even thinking. 

He’d say it in a voice so sure, so certain, that Maverick never thought to doubt him. He wasn’t the least bit surprised that the Iceman had built the home Tom used to dream about. 

And he wasn’t surprised that there were promises he hadn’t made back then. Even with the stars reflecting in his eyes, Tom had left things unsaid. That particular hope had stayed unspoken, hidden in their clumsy, desperate kisses and touches up on that roof. Tom had listed the futures he’d secure for others while never speaking of his own. 

Because why hope for something you couldn’t have? 

But in that moment when their lips met, what they did have was so beautiful it could almost be enough. He could taste whiskey on Ice’s tongue and smell faint smoke on his jacket. He’d spent the evening in the Hard Deck saloon, apparently celebrating a successful capture, far from the jail so no one could pin Maverick’s escape on him. 

No smell of opium though, a relief even if Maverick felt guilty checking for it. He didn’t know how Ice could bear to be around the stuff after how hard it had been for him to kick his habit, after they left their shitty home town. Hell, it terrified him to know Ice lived a silver dollar away from that horrible black tar, after all it had been Maverick who’d held Tom through the shakes, the incoherent begging and sobbing nightmares, the gray vomit and sweat, certain that his lover’s heart would simply give up. But it hadn’t and, apparently, it had been iron ever since. There was never a single wisp of that sickly sweet smell on Ice’s clothes, no matter how long Maverick had been away. 

He shoved the past and the future away, sending them to the back of his mind. Right now he had Ice’s mouth and soft, ragged breathing and hands roving, his body pressed against him with a warmth more dependable and sure than the fire. Maverick sighed against his lips, the sound at the end of a very long journey. 

Ice kissed him until the need for air drew him back, panting softly, “Besides…you took something from me. Had to get it back.”

Maverick looked up at him with simple innocence, sugaring his smile, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Sheriff? You’re welcome to search me though.”

“Don’t think I won’t…” Ice grinned, kissing him again, a sweet counterpoint to his hands that now began to undo buttons and buckles with more urgency. He did search the many pockets concealed and hand sewn into Maverick’s jacket, the ones he knew about because he’d put them in himself. 

Maverick nipped at his lip, playfully, “Not there…”

“You son of a bitch,” Ice laughed, giving up and just pulling away his clothes, shirt off and tossed aside, leather trousers yanked down. 

Maverick gave as good as he got, soon Ice’s town finery was in the dust too and he had more lines of muscle, several new freckles scattered across that golden skin, harder angles of bone than before to map out. But it was still his Ice all the same, no one else lit this fire in him, woke up the hunger he ignored when he was on his own. 

The night air was cold but he barely noticed between Ice’s body and the fire crackling beside them, between every nerve ending he had focused only on needing him. Ice’s mouth chased the shadows dancing across Maverick’s skin, words spilling in between gasps for breath like he had too much to say and not enough time to say it in. 

“Missed you so goddamn much, it was hell being so close to you and I couldn’t touch you,” Ice moaned, following the lines of Maverick’s collarbone and finding the spot where it made him squirm, “Had you right there and it may as well have been miles…”

Maverick tried to make up for it now, pressing close to him, feeling the hard, hot press of his erection on his thigh, “Well, you caught me. Fuck me, sweetheart, I’m right here.”

Ice groaned, moving with more purpose now than a raw, desperate need to just be close. He let Maverick’s legs fall open, moving between them, starting to find where they fit together. It was so perfect, so easy, like they’d been made as a whole being, each of their bodies made to fit the other. Like there was cruelty in them being apart. 

Maverick moaned low in his chest at the initial burn of it, a sweet ache like the one in his legs as he rode hard from a job well done. The hurt didn’t fade as Ice sank into him, right up to the point where their hips met, it was just buoyed by bliss, by relief, a longing finally satisfied. His trembling sigh was caught on Ice’s lips as he kissed him, bruisingly hard, like he wanted Maverick to feel his mouth there even after they had to part again. 

That awoke something in him, something hungry and desperate. Suddenly this wasn’t enough, he’d been waiting too long, he’d been missing him too deeply. Maverick used those muscles hard earned from days of riding and turned them, pressing Ice onto his back while he mounted him instead. He drove down on his lover hard, crying out as he did, his voice echoing off the smooth rock and lost to the stars. The noises Ice made were even sweeter, submitting without question, giving Maverick exactly what he wanted without needing to ask. 

“God…” his voice, usually so calm and steady and measured, was now cracked wide, “Yes, sweetheart, just like that, fuck-“

Maverick trembled, riding him hard, his voice uneven with it, soaring as Ice’s cock drove against that sweet spot inside him, “You’re home. You’re home, darlin…”

Ice’s muscles tensed hard as iron under the hands Maverick splayed on his belly, there was nothing passive in it, everything given as hard as it was taken. His own hands gripped Maverick’s hips, digging in to leave those marks his lover craved, the proof he’d cling to in the lonely nights that would come after this. 

It would end too soon, they both knew it, they couldn’t keep this frantic flight. Maverick tried to hold it off, to keep going, but it was just too much. He went off like a rifle, with a kick and a sharp, sweet cry, Ice having to fight to hold onto him. Then there was a low growl of his name, heat flooding into him, embers in the pit of his stomach that made him feel for a moment like he’d never known what cold meant, what loneliness meant. 

“Fuck,” Maverick panted heavily, nearly rolling right into another release from how good it felt when Ice came inside him, “Darlin…”

“Here,” Ice gasped and that was all he needed to say, that was all that mattered.

Maverick bent, finally out of energy, the adrenaline burned away to smoke. His forehead rested on Ice’s chest, feeling the thrum of his heartbeat the same way he could feel a train coming by putting his ear to the tracks. 

Except now he feared this wasn’t something rushing towards him, it was something leaving. A train he’d missed and couldn’t catch up to. 

“Don’t,” he begged in a raw, ragged voice, as he felt Ice start to shift, making to pull out of him, “Not yet. Please.”

“Sweetheart…” there was pain in Ice’s voice too, he pulled him close and wrapped his arms around him. 

Maverick just about managed not to cry, he didn’t want to make this harder on Ice, make him feel a guilt that wasn’t fair to place on his shoulders. God knew he deserved a lot of the blame, he’d gone down the opposite road to his lover, turning away from the law when Ice had turned it into a shield. There had been that unspoken offer, the chance to build Miramar together. Maverick sometimes thought of the other version of himself, the one that had been brave enough to put down roots. Maybe he’d run the saloon and no one would mind when Sheriff Kazansky stayed past closing. Maybe he’d own the mine and have a sprawling townhouse with enough rooms that people wouldn’t question the Iceman coming and going, just two bachelors playing cards too late into the night. 

And maybe it would all come crashing down one day when the crimes he’d committed caught up with him, Ice would lose everything when he shielded him and break entirely when he had to see him hang. 

There were a lot of maybes. But in the desert, freedom was certain. 

It didn’t make the decision hurt any less, not as he fought tears against Ice’s shoulder. Not as the sky already began to bleed orange as dawn caught up with them, the stars fading as the tide of a new day washed them out. It was time to run again. 

Separating was death by a hail of bullets rather than one clean shot. First becoming two separate people again, Maverick’s body already aching for him, cold without his warmth. Then washing off the smell of each other in the small stream, covering up the bite marks and thumbprints beneath their clothes. Ice pulling his horse Tomcat away from Mustang, taking his time saddling him while Maverick dawdled similarly over packing down his camp, the two men talking lightly of small things, chatting the way they hadn’t had time to when Maverick was in the Miramar jail cell for the couple of hours it had managed to hold him. 

Eventually Maverick had to kick dust over the embers of their fire and approached Ice who was waiting for him by Tomcat, the same regret mirrored in their eyes. He looked so beautiful in the dawn light, bronzed like a statue of some young hero who’d sacrificed too much. 

“Here,” Maverick finally held out the thing he’d filched from Ice’s pocket when he’d been arrested, his hands as quick as they’d ever been. He’d known Ice would come meet him before he skipped town but taking something he’d known he’d come back for was just insurance. 

The bullet that lay in his palm was old, so much so that it was turning gold from all the times Ice had idly rolled it between his fingers as he thought. But the initials etched in the side were still visible- P.M. 

There was no one else Maverick trusted to hold the bullet with his name on it. 

Ice took it gratefully, letting their hands linger together, “Well. It’s worked this long, right?”

“Sure has,” Maverick smiled tiredly, “Long as you’re keeping it for me, I’ll come home safe.”

He didn’t hold to the same rule Ice did about not making promises that couldn’t be kept. 

Ice looked like he was trying to believe him anyway, pressing the bullet to his lips before tucking it into his shirt pocket, “You better, Pete Mitchell. I’ll be waiting.”

“And I’ll be running to you.”

Their last kiss was as hungry as their first, deep and sweet and tasting of salt as they both had to pretend wasn’t there. Maverick stayed on the ridge, watching until Ice’s figure became smaller and more distant, lost to the rising and falling of the valley. And even then he lingered, waiting until dawn had fully broken. 

Only then did Maverick mount up and dig his heels in. The desert was vast and peaceful and he had a lot of miles to go. 

[im-sorry-what-ii]

Just experienced the mortifying ordeal of having to cup my face with my own hands to figure out what the characters hands could realistically be doing. No one talk to me.