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"You know," says Maverick, slowly building up a rhythm. His knees creak. "I heard Cain say something pretty funny tonight."
"Please don't talk about him when I'm inside you," Ice groans, blinking up at the ceiling. He tries to thrust up into Mav, but doesn't get the rhythm quite right. He gives up pretty quick. "Neither of us are gonna be happy with how tonight ends."
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"I'm telling you this now, as a warning," Warlock had said on the phone, days ago, "but Simpson is naming Kazansky as team-lead."
So that's when it starts. Doomsday, maybe. End of the world, maybe. Maverick has been having one long panic attack for three days. Ice keeps talking about how "if this goes wrong then it's a third World War," but all Maverick is thinking is if this goes wrong then I lose you.
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Or, Top Gun: Maverick, but we just keep going leftSeries
- Part 3 of in reverse
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"You're gonna have to slow down on the champagne, Mav. It's barely seven." He takes an offered glass of orange juice, thanking the stewardess as she walks by. The seat is decently comfortable. Wide and cushy enough to not tweak his back. He can stretch his legs all the way in front of himself. He may take the offer to have the seat converted to a bed, but he may fall asleep like that. Choices…
Maverick scoffs. "'Slow down on the champagne.' I'm on vacation, Kazansky. Look—we have a divider, I can block you out for the whole flight." Maverick pokes the button between their seats and the wall rises with a quiet mechanical whir.
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Ice looks fucking good like this—broad shoulders glistening in the sun, salt drying on his skin. His small, tapered waist leading to long legs. A true swimmers build. Maverick grips his waist again and grinds into him. The mesh of his swim trunks chafes a bit, and Maverick doesn't suppress a moan when Ice pushes back. "God, you're just so easy for it, aren't you?"
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They had both showered last night, before things got raunchy, and Ice can smell the body wash on Mav under the lingering smells of sea salt and sex. Ice can't help but lick the skin, because Maverick is asleep and can't tell him off for it.
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Bradley jogs a few steps to match Ice. "You said we'd talk about it."
Ice said that with the hopes that they'd get back to the carrier. But nothing today has gone to plan, and there's no guarantees they live to see the end of the day. Might as well get it all out. "I did."
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Or, Top Gun: Maverick, but one universe to the left. Again.Podfic of if you wanna kick this rock around by silas705.
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- Part 2 of [podfic] in reverse
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Ice is rehearsing it all in his head as he makes his way to the kitchen—It's not my choice. I have orders. I didn't ask to do it. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry—but he stops in his tracks when he passes the threshold. Maverick is standing in the middle of the kitchen, facing the sliding glass door that looks out towards the beach. He's leaning heavily on his cane, dressed in his blues, two stars on each shoulder board.
And it's not just the uniform that throws Ice off. Aside from the cane, Maverick is standing with his back perfectly straight, feet shoulder-width apart. Perfect parade rest, so still that he rivals a statue.
Oh, Ice thinks, he knows.
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Or, Top Gun: Maverick, but one universe to the leftPodfic of not my responsibilty by silas705.
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- Part 1 of [podfic] in reverse