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cowboybeepboop · 4 months ago

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Old friends

"Fuck, you're incredible,"

Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman” Seresin

Genre: Smut

Word count: 2.8k

Summary: Your friendship turns into a passionate night together.

a/n: I’m not too sure if people are still craving Glen Powell the way I am, but this man plagues my fucking thoughts day and night 😔

Jake arrives at your doorstep, knocking on the door with a smile and a bag in his hand. He's dressed casually, with a comfortable hoodie and jeans. "Hey, I brought some snacks," he says as he greets you warmly.

You pull him into a quick hug, it’s been a few months since you last had some time together. “Jake, I’ve missed you.”

He returns the embrace, wrapping his arms around you tightly. "I've missed you too," he says, his voice warm and genuine. "It's been a while." He steps inside, following you into the living room.

“Too long.” You murmur as you plop down on the couch. “You get to pick the first movie.”

Jake grins and takes a seat next to you on the sofa. He places the bag of snacks on the coffee table and starts rummaging through it. "Alright, let's see..." he ponders for a moment before pulling out a DVD. "How about this one? It's a classic." He shows you the title, eager for your opinion.

“Sounds great.” You smile, relaxing on the plush couch.

Jake puts in the DVD and sits back down beside you, making himself comfortable. As the movie starts, he casually slings his arm around the back of the sofa, just behind your shoulders. His proximity is comforting and familiar, like two puzzle pieces slotting perfectly together.

You press your cheek into his shoulder, cuddling into his side as the movie starts. Jake subconsciously shifts a little closer, enjoying the feeling of your head on his shoulder.

He steals a glance at you, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. The movie continues to play, but his focus seems to shift, his thoughts wandering slightly as he steals subtle glances at you from time to time.

As you nuzzle against him, Jake feels a flutter in his chest. He bites his lip, trying to appear casual, but there's a hint of a blush creeping up on his cheeks. He glances down at you, feeling a mix of nervousness and affection. He's always had a crush on you, but he had never mustered the courage to tell you.

You groan, unable to get comfortable in this position. With a sigh you move to lay your head in his lap, letting out a soft sigh as you relax.

Jake's heart skips a beat as you lay your head in his lap. He stiffens for a moment, not expecting the unexpected touch. But then, he relaxes, his body melting into the cushion of the couch.

He tentatively reaches out, his hand hovering above your head for a brief moment before slowly, gently, he gently begins to brush his fingers through your hair.

You let out a quiet moan as his fingers brush through your hair. Jake swallows hard at the sound you make, feeling a jolt of electricity go down his spine. He continues to run his fingers through your hair, his touch tender and soothing. He steals a glance at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of affection and something else, something deeper.

A sex scene comes on the TV, making both of you tense as the sounds of moans and skin against skin fills the room.

Jake's hand freezes above your head, his mind racing as he attempts to maintain a casual demeanor. The room seems to grow hotter, and he can feel his heart pounding in his chest. He glances down at you, trying to gauge your reaction to the scene unfolding on the screen.

You take a shaky breath feeling heat pooling in your stomach, your hand subconsciously squeezing Jake’s knee.

Jake's breath catches in his throat as he feels your hand on his knee. The gentle squeeze causes him to shift slightly in his seat, trying to hide the growing tent in his jeans. He clears his throat, his mind torn between watching the movie and the feel of your touch.

You clear your throat as the scene finally ends, cutting to a less intense one. Jake takes a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. The heat in his cheeks hasn't subsided, and he's acutely aware of every movement you make.

The scene on the screen has changed, but his mind is still reeling from the previous one. He slowly resumes threading his fingers through your hair, his touch slightly rougher than before.

You scoot back your head getting a little too close to his erection. Jake’s breath hitches in his throat as he feels you move, his heart rate quickening. Your head is now directly in his lap, dangerously close to the situation happening below his belt. He tries to maintain his cool, but it's a losing battle.

"Uh, watch out for... um," he stammers, his voice huskier than usual.

“Hm?” You question, moving slightly to look up at him. Jake's eyes widen as you tilt your head back, your gaze meeting his. His breathing becomes more labored, and he tries to keep a stoic expression, but the tent in his jeans is becoming increasingly harder to hide.

"You're, um, getting a little close," he manages to say, his voice betraying a hint of restraint.

“Close?” You question, shifting your body a little more to face him, your eyes locking on his erection. “Oh..”

Jake's face flushes, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard. He's acutely aware of your gaze on his lower region, and he's losing the battle against embarrassment.

"Yeah... um," he stutters, his breath catching in his throat. "Just... maybe, uh, be careful?"

“Yeah.. right..” you sit up awkwardly shifting your gaze as you put space between the two of you. Your cheeks a bright red as you adjust the blanket on your lap.

Jake tries to suppress a feeling of disappointment as you move away from him. He adjusts his position on the sofa as well, trying to subtly hide his predicament. The tension in the room is palpable, and he steals a glance at you, trying to read your expression.

You squeeze your thighs together, trying to suppress your growing arousal as you steal a glance at Jake’s.

Jake notices your subtle shift in position, and his eyes darken with a mix of desire and uncertainty. He can't help but notice the way your thighs press together, and his own body responds in kind, his jeans growing even tighter.

You slightly shift closer to him, craving the warmth of his body. “Jake.” You whisper softly.

Jake's heart thumps in his chest as he hears you utter his name. He turns to look at you, his gaze locking with yours. The desire in his eyes is undeniable, and he can't help but lean closer towards you, his body silently begging for your touch.

"Yeah?" he replies, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with a mixture of longing and uncertainty.

You let out a long breath, chewing on your bottom lip as you slip your hand on his lap, fingers getting dangerously close to his bulge.

Jake lets out a shaky breath as he feels your hand on his lap. His entire body stiffens in response, and he closes his eyes for a moment, trying to maintain control. But when your fingers edge closer to his bulge, his breath hitches in his throat, and he can't help but let out a faint moan.

"Mmm... what are you doing, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice strained and thick with desire.

“Jake.. I,” you turn to face him, fingers brushing over his erection.

Jake's body jerks involuntarily at your touch, a low moan escaping his lips. He sucks in a breath, his hips instinctively shifting slightly forward into your hand. His eyes meet yours, the desire in them undeniable.

"Mmm... baby," he manages to say, his voice wavering. "Please... don't tease me."

“Not teasing..” you unbutton his jeans, slowly sliding the zipper down, your hands shaking slightly in anticipation.

Jake's body trembles, his breathing ragged as he feels your hands working on his jeans. His heart is pounding in his chest, and he can hardly believe this is happening. He reaches out, his hand coming to rest on your thigh, gently squeezing it.

"Oh, god," he whispers, his voice hoarse with need.

You free his length, mouth watering at the sight of him. “Fuck, you’re huge.”

Jake blushes at your words, his chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. He's never been this aroused in his life, and hearing you compliment his size sends a wave of heat through his body.

"Mmm..." He lets out a strangled moan as he feels your eyes on him.

You press a kiss to his tip, your eyes fluttering shut as you continue pressing kisses to him. You stick out your tongue, pressing it to his length, nearly moaning at the taste.

"Fuck," Jake groans, his hips stuttering forward into your touch. He reaches down to tangle his fingers in your hair, his grip tight as he struggles to control his response to your mouth. He's never felt anything this intense before, and his body is on fire with pleasure.

He throws his head back, his eyes shut tight. The feeling of your lips on him, the brush of your tongue, it's almost too much for him to handle. He can feel his precum leaking out, and he tightens his grip on your hair.

“Mm…” you murmur, the sound sending shivers down his body. You wrap your hand around the base of his cock, head bobbing as you take him in further.

Encouraged by your enthusiastic response, Jake's hips begin to move in rhythm with your mouth, his breath coming in harsh pants. His hand tightens in your hair, guiding you deeper, and he can't hold back the string of curses that fall from his lips.

"Fuck, yes... just like that," he whispers, his eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. The sound of your muffled moans around his cock only spurs him on, and he can feel himself getting closer to the edge.

You continue to suck him off, the heat in the room growing more intense with each passing second. His hand is a vice in your hair, his hips rocking up to meet your mouth as your tongue swirls around the head of his cock.

Jake's moans become louder, his body tensing as he feels the orgasm building deep in his core. He can't believe how amazing this feels, how perfect your mouth is around him.

"I'm gonna cum," he warns, his voice strained and desperate. You nod, taking him in deeper, eager to taste him.

With a final, powerful thrust, Jake releases into your mouth, his body shuddering with the force of his climax. You swallow eagerly, savoring the taste of him, and he lets out a long, shaky sigh. His grip on your hair relaxes, and he opens his eyes to find you looking up at him with a satisfied smile.

"Fuck," he says, panting. "That was..." He trails off, unable to find the words.

You lean back, licking your lips. "Good?"

He nods, his cheeks still flushed. "More than good." He looks at you with a newfound hunger in his eyes. "But I want more," he says, reaching for you. “Need more..”

Jake's hand slides up your thigh, his fingers tracing the edge of your shirt before finding their way under the fabric. His touch is electric, sending waves of heat through your body. You lean into him, eager for more, as he kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth with a passion that leaves you breathless.

With a low growl, Jake lifts you up and flips you onto your back on the couch, his body covering yours in a possessive embrace. His kisses become more demanding, his hands roaming over your body as he unbuttons your shirt and unhooks your bra.

Your breasts spill out into his waiting hands, and he cups them gently before taking one in his mouth, flicking your nipple with his tongue as you writhe beneath him. His teeth graze the sensitive flesh, eliciting gasps from you, and he smiles against your skin, feeling your body respond to his every touch.

His hand slides down to the waistband of your pants, and with one swift movement, he unbuttons and unzips them, pushing them down your hips along with your panties. You lift your hips to help him, desperate for him to explore further, and he obliges, his hand slipping inside to feel the wetness that's been building since the moment he sat down next to you.

Your legs part instinctively, inviting him in, and he groans against your neck, his desire spiraling out of control. He kisses a path down your body, leaving a trail of fire in his wake until he reaches the apex of your thighs.

His eyes lock with yours, a silent question in them, and when you nod eagerly, he lowers his head and tastes you for the first time, his tongue delving into your folds, making you buck against his face. Your nails dig into his scalp as he licks and sucks, bringing you closer and closer to the brink of pleasure.

The world around you fades away, leaving only the sound of your ragged breaths and the feel of Jake's mouth on your pussy. You're so close, so very close, and you know that this night will change everything between the two of you.

Jake's tongue dances around your clit, his movements deliberate and skilled. Each flick sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body, making your toes curl and your legs shake. You grip the couch cushions, your breaths coming out in short, sharp gasps as the intensity builds. "Oh, Jake," you moan, arching your back, "right there."

He groans against you, the vibration of his voice sending a fresh wave of pleasure through your core. His tongue circles your clit before plunging into your wetness, mimicking the rhythm of his hips as he grinds against the couch.

The pressure is building, and you can feel yourself getting closer to the edge. "I'm going to cum," you whisper, your voice trembling.

Jake's eyes flash up to meet yours, a look of pure desire etched on his face. "Cum for me," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin.

He sucks on your clit, and with one final, desperate pull of your hair, you fall over the edge, your body convulsing in a powerful orgasm. Your cries fill the room as he continues to lick and suck, prolonging the sensation until you're nothing but a puddle of pleasure beneath him.

When the waves of pleasure finally recede, Jake kisses his way back up your body, leaving a trail of wetness on your skin. He takes your mouth again, the taste of you still lingering on his tongue. "Fuck, you're incredible," he murmurs, his eyes dark with lust.

You smile against his lips, your heart racing. "So are you," you pant, your hands sliding down to his hips, pushing his jeans down the rest of the way. His cock springs free, and you reach for it, stroking it gently.

Jake groans, his hips bucking into your touch. "I need to be inside you," he says, his voice a desperate growl.

You nod, your eyes wide with need. "Yes," you whisper, spreading your legs wider in invitation.

Jake reaches into the pocket of his discarded jeans, pulling out a condom. He rolls it on with shaking hands, his eyes never leaving yours. Then, with one hand on the back of your knee, he guides your leg up and enters you in one smooth, deep stroke.

Your eyes roll back in your head as he fills you completely, the sensation of being stretched and filled by him almost too much to handle. He starts to move, his hips rocking into yours in a steady, powerful rhythm.

The friction sends sparks shooting through your body, and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you move with him, meeting his every thrust.

The tension builds again, hot and urgent, and you know that this time, you'll be falling together. Jake's grip tightens on your leg, his strokes becoming more erratic as he feels his own climax approaching. "I'm going to cum," he grunts, his eyes locked on yours.

"Me too," you whimper, your body tightening around him.

With a final, desperate push, you both reach the peak, your orgasms crashing into one another like waves against the shore. You hold onto each other tightly, riding out the storm of pleasure until it subsides, leaving you both panting and spent on the couch, surrounded by the scattered remnants of your clothing.

For a moment, you just lay there, bodies entwined, hearts racing in sync. Then, Jake pulls out and collapses beside you, his arm draped over your waist. "I've wanted to do that for so long," he admits, his voice still thick with passion.

You snuggle into his side, a smile playing on your lips. "Me too," you whisper, your eyes drifting closed as you let the aftershocks of pleasure wash over you.

The movie plays on in the background, forgotten, as the two of you lay there, basking in the warm glow of your newfound intimacy. This night has changed everything, and you can't wait to see what tomorrow brings.

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royalinkblot · 2 months ago

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Top Gun: The Gay Agenda (A Goose’s Lament)🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

1986, Miramar, California.

Nick "Goose" Bradshaw was a patient man. A devoted husband. A loving father. A steady RIO. A rock. But as he sat in the locker room, towel around his neck, while Pete "Maverick" Mitchell ranted in full, barely-repressed-gay-glory about one Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, Goose realized something truly chilling:

He was going to die surrounded by idiots.

"—and he's got these stupid, pretty blue eyes, Goose. Like—like oceans. Judgy, Arctic oceans. And his jaw? What the hell? It's like Michelangelo carved it himself. It's infuriating. He’s got these annoyingly capable hands and this silky, mocking voice like a villainous opera ghost, and he—he thinks he’s better than me just because he’s tall and broad and slim and hot! And don’t get me started on that beauty mark—I wanna punch his stupid angel face and kiss it at the same time and that’s messed up, right?!"

Goose stared at his best friend for a long, harrowed moment. “Mav.”

“What?”

“Sweetheart. You're in love with Iceman.”

Maverick blinked at him.

Goose turned, stood, and walked directly out of the locker room to call his wife.

That night, at the Bradshaw’s house, Carole, radiant queen of his universe, cackled like a banshee as Goose paced.

“I’m telling you, babe,” Goose moaned, massaging his temples. “It’s mutual. I overheard Iceman call him a ‘stupid green-eyed cutie.’ That’s not combat language, Carole, that’s foreplay!”

Carole nearly dropped the baby.

“I have spent weeks, WEEKS, keeping those two from killing each other or accidentally making out on the flight deck! And now? Now I have to make sure I knock before entering the locker room or I’ll walk in on Maverick’s legs around Iceman’s waist again! There were noises, Carole. Noises. I need hazard pay.”

But for all his complaints and grumblings, Goose was happy for his friends. And for himself, because, at last, he could put an end to the saga of emotionally repressed gay pilots.

He must have suspected this wasn't the case.

Goose never thought he’d be grateful for witnessing one emotionally-repressed Navy homoerotic slow burn resolve into a marriage, but the peace that settled after Ice and Mav tied the knot was glorious. Until…

The Phone Call.

“Hey, Dad?” Bradley’s voice, now grown and inflected with slight frustration, echoed through the line.

Goose smiled warmly. “Hey, kiddo. How’s flight school?”

“Fine. Mostly. Except this one guy—Jake Seresin. Ugh. He’s got these stupid pretty green eyes and this smug beautiful smile and he talks in this Texas drawl like he’s hot or something—he’s got dimples, Dad. Dimples. I swear, I wanna punch his annoyingly handsome face right in the—"

Goose froze. The coffee cup slipped from his hand in slow motion.

“Carole,” he whispered, handing over the phone like it was a live grenade. “Talk to your son about his OBVIOUS crush for Seresin. I—I can’t go through this again.”

On the other end: “WHAT?! It’s not a crush! I don’t even like him! He thinks he’s so slick just because he—he flies like he was born in a cockpit and he’s always—NO, MOM, STOP LAUGHING—this is serious!”

Goose was already on the other line, calling Iceman and Maverick.

“You DID this to him!”

Goose’s furious screech could probably be heard from orbit.

Maverick’s laughter came in unholy wheezing bursts, while he tried to say: “Technically, Goose, we never corrupted him. He’s just… following in our flightpath.”

“YOU TAUGHT HIM TO CRASH INTO GAY FEELINGS AT MACH THREE!”

Maverick wheezed, “I’m so proud of the kid. He’s even ranting like me!”

Iceman took the phone. “Hi, Goose.”

“Don’t you ‘Hi Goose’ me, Ice Prince of Gay Pining! This is your fault too!”

Iceman reply, calm and dry. “We accept full responsibility for corrupting your son. We’ll send a fruit basket. And tissues.”

“You cursed my bloodline with emotionally constipated, pilot-loving disaster men! You infected my son with your drama! Now he's as emotionally constipated as you two assholes”

Maverick gasped. “Goose. Goose. Did you just say that out loud?! Honey!”

“DON’T 'HONEY' ME, DEAR. I HATE YOU BOTH. I WANT NEW FRIENDS.”

“You’ll never do better,” Ice said serenely.

Carole could be heard in the background, howling.

Goose thought it couldn't get worse.

Until it did. Until it happened.

The Closet Incident

A week later, Goose received a call from Admiral Ron "Slider" Kerner. Current CO of NAS Pensacola. Goose braced for a tragedy.

“Hey, Goose. Slider here.”

Goose immediately felt dread.

“You're not going to like this, but—well—I just found Bradley and….”

Silence.

And then…

Goose isn't sure he heard correctly, but he swears something sounded like a dog choking on a bone. Was Slider choking?

“Bradshaw!” Slider chortled. “You’re not gonna believe this—I just caught your Gosling and Seresin in a storage closet. Doing things. Noises, Nick. NOISES”

Goose blue screen. He must have misheard Slider. He prayed he did.

“Say again?”. Please, PLEASE, tell me I heard wrong. Goose was at his wits' end, and he was sure this was just his imagination playing tricks on him. Trauma response. A form of PTSD. That must be it.

Instead: “Bradley and Jake. Storage closet. Caught them mid-thrust. Jake saluted me while still having your son inside him. Just thought you’d want the full picture, Admiral Dad.”

Goose screamed into a pillow for eleven minutes and then started therapy.

He was absolutely billing Iceman and Maverick.

After Slider's call (which the entire Top Gun '86 class knew about, thanks to Slider and Maverick), Goose was confident nothing worse could happen. Sure, the call he had with Bradley where they discussed guidelines for proper conduct regarding storage closets use in the Navy was awkward, but now everything was back to normal...sort of.

And then it happened again. On an ordinary day, a bomb landed on Admiral Nick "Goose" Bradshaw's desk.

In the form of a letter.

Dear Admiral Bradshaw,

Please accept my formal apology for the incident in the supply closet. While our timing was… unprofessional, my feelings for Bradley are entirely sincere.

I'd like to take this opportunity to officially ask for your blessing to have a relationship with your son (even though we've already had sex—again, sorry for the inconvenience—and we've done other things).

I really care about Bradley; he's perfect. I want you to know that I will always treat Bradley like the prince he is, because I'm sure your son is becoming my world.

I promise to always be the best version of myself for your son, because that's what he deserves. He makes me want to be better. To fly better. He's my wingman. And I will always take care of his wing.

Also, Bradley told me that you're close to Admiral Kerner (and I must confess that you and your friends intimidate me), so could you ask him to stop making faces and sounds every time he sees me? I'm worried he'll die of suffocation from laughing so much.

Respectfully,

Jake “Hangman” Seresin.

Goose practically ran the entire way home. Read the letter to Carole. Then together, they called Maverick and Iceman and read it again.

As Carole read the letter (and cried with laughter) Goose stared off into space like a man haunted by the ghosts of his past and Maverick could practically be heard on the floor laughing (gasping for air) Iceman, always composed and serene, said: “I like him. He asked permission. Good manners.”

Goose, finally out of his trance, said, "Iceman, you're paying for my therapy forever, man. This is worse than when I had to listen to you read poetry to Maverick while we were on the USS Enterprise.”

Iceman: “Fair.”

And so Admiral Goose Bradshaw carried on, wiser, wearier, and only mildly traumatized. He had survived the IceMav saga, and now the BradleyJake operation was well underway.

Sometimes, he looked up at the stars, wondering if future Bradshaws would continue this glittering, chaotic legacy of falling for their cocky flyboy nemesis.

He prayed not.

But just in case?

He increased the Navy’s mental health budget.

And added “Emotional Disaster Preparedness” to flight school training.

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