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“It is hotter than Satan’s asshole in here, I swear.”
Slider cracks open one eye and looks at where Maverick is lying on the other couch in just a pair of white briefs, practically melted into the dent of the cushions, a layer of sweat coating his sun-kissed skin, and does his best to keep a straight face at his creative whining. Because it is whining - he sounds like a pathetic little kitten abandoned in a tatty box in some alley way, and the sonofabitch knows how it pulls at Slider’s heart strings. And also, because Slider laughing at his choice of phrase will just encourage him; and Maverick doesn’t need encouraging.
He’s already Slider’s own personal temptation wrapped in a sinful package, and there’s only so much he can take.
This stupid heatwave - their AC practically spitting out dust it’s on death’s door, and Maverick’s boldly-claimed genius idea that they just just wear their skivvies and their dog tags meaning more of their skin surface area has the opportunity to become one with the sofa cushions - is already making him feel like his brain has turned to soup.
And the worst part, is Maverick has no fucking idea what he’s doing to him.
Slider can’t decide if he wants to hit him or kiss him.
(It’s kiss. It’s painfully, desperately kiss).
”Thank you for that brand new information,” Slider drawls. “I had no idea we were boiling alive in here.”
”Fuck off.” Maverick wipes the sweat on his brow away with his forearm. It’s replaced by another thin sheen almost instantly. “Kinda feel like one of those frogs.”
”Huh?”
”Y’know - the ones put in cold water and then left as the temperature keeps going up and up, and they just sit there, until they’re literally boiled alive.”
Slider eyeballs him from where he’s stretched out on his own couch at a right angle to Maverick’s. “I dread to think what goes on in that tiny little brain of yours, Shortcake.”
”More than what goes on in yours, probably,” Maverick banters back easily. “Think you suffer from lack of blood flow. Happens to those with dicks way bigger than their brains.”
”Heh. Funny.” Slider puts his hand to his ear, thumb and pinkie extended, mimicking a phone; resolutely pretending Maverick hadn't just casually mentioned his big dick, as if he spent time thinking about it. That way lies madness. “The circus called, they want their top clown back.”
”Well, that’s better than some fifth-rate clown called Fudge Stripes or summin’.”
”Pete the clown does have a certain ring to it.”
Maverick flips him off, a serene smile on his face, and Slider can’t help but laugh. God, he really does adore him. Should probably get round to telling him that at some point.
He smacks his dry lips together and peels himself off the couch; wrinkling his nose in disgust at how sweaty he is. There's no point showering, he'll just end up back in the same state in minutes. "I'm gonna get another drink."
Green eyes peer up at him hopefully, and Slider sighs at himself, because he knows he won't be able to say no to whatever request Maverick is about to make with that sweet kittenish pleading look on his pretty face.
"What," he says flatly, even though he can make an educated guess.
Maverick holds up his empty glass, waving it in invitation; a cute grin on his face. "Be a doll and get me some cold water too, please? There's a good lad."
Slider swipes the glass from him with a growl and stomps to the kitchen. "Just for that, I'm putting on the kettle just for you. You can have Satan’s piss to drink."
"Nooooo. Sliiiiiiiii."
"Quit your whining. Before I chuck your water at your stupidly pretty face!" Slider yells from the kitchen, smiling to himself where Maverick can't see.
"You think I'm pretty?" Maverick calls back.
Absolutely. The prettiest.
"Yeah - pretty annoying."
Maverick snorts out a laugh. "Funny. We got any ice?"
"No. He's on deployment."
"You getting paid for your stand up or do I just get your routine for free?"
Slider opens the refrigerator and then the smaller freezer tucked inside. Grabs the ice cube tray. "You get it for free, shortcake."
"Woo. Lucky me."
Slider huffs to himself in amusement; so down bad for the other man it's ridiculous. He smacks the ice cube tray against the kitchen side and tumbles a couple of cubes into both glasses. An idea sparks in his brain and it might be the heat making all his brain cells die, but he thinks - fuck it. Maybe now is the right time to try and gauge if Maverick wants him the same kind of way, and he can spend some of his time kissing that distracting mouth rather than just having to listen to the crap that comes out of it.
He chucks the remaining ice cubes in a bowl and then refills the tray, shoving it in the freezer for use later. Closes the fridge and fills both glasses and the bowl with cold water.
Carries the two glasses into the humid living room; taking a big glug of his drink before setting it down by his couch and handing Maverick’s to him. Goes back to the kitchen.
"Now what you doing?" Maverick asks.
Slider doesn't answer. Just grabs the bowl and pads back into the living room.
"What are you doing with that?" Maverick eyes him warily, but doesn’t make any move to get off the couch or kick him away as Slider aims directly for him.
Slider kneels on the carpet by Maverick’s couch; the bowl of ice cold water placed by his knee.
"Sli?"
He wets his lips nervously and looks at Maverick’s face, wondering if this is such a good idea. Maverick follows the swipe of Slider’s tongue with his gaze and his green eyes darken with hunger.
It's enough of a sign to nudge Slider to carry on.
"Helping you cool down."
He then dips his hand into the bowl and scoops out an ice cube; dragging it over Maverick’s bare chest. Maverick yelps in surprise and squirms in place. "Sli! What the fuck - that's freezing!"
Slider clucks his tongue. "Duh. It's an ice cube. Do you want to cool down or not?"
Maverick huffs but gestures at him to proceed. Slider drags the ice cube slowly over Maverick’s sternum, between his pretty tits. A hiss catches in Maverick’s throat as he lazily traces circles over the slightly pinkened skin of his chest - Maverick more burnt than tanned where his t-shirt couldn't offer more cover.
"Good?" Slider murmurs.
"Mm." Maverick bites his lip and Slider feels his dick starts to chub up between his thighs. Wonders if he can sneakily dump some ice cubes down his underpants to stop himself getting hard, but ultimately decides to use the ice cubes on Maverick.
His lashes flutter and he wiggles under Slider’s gentle touch so prettily after all.
"Hngh - why are you wasting ice cubes on me, Sli?" Maverick whispers, just as Slider drags the melting ice cube over the dusky nub of his left nipple. Slider watches as it becomes pebbled and hard under the chilly touch and his mouth waters with the desire to suckle at him like a new babe.
"S'not a waste," he says gruffly; unable to look away from Maverick’s chest. "S'a good use for them. Can watch as your nipples get all stiff and sensitive."
Maverick swallows thickly; fingers clutching the cushions of the couch where he keeps his hands by his sides, like a good little boy. "Didn't - ah - didn’t know that was something you were interested in seeing."
"Well, I am. That okay?" He lifts his gaze and meets Maverick’s eye. Butterflies collide in his belly as the same aching need that he feels is mirrored in the lines and ridges of Maverick’s beautiful face.
"Yeah," Maverick says quietly, reaching out to comb his fingers through Slider’s hair tentatively. "Yeah, it's okay, Ron."
Slider leans over to kiss Maverick right on the divot of his collar bone; then grabs another ice cube and rubs tight, wet circles over Maverick’s other nipple. Gets them both hard and plump, revelling in the small, breathy gasps Maverick can't quite swallow down.
"Your perky tits all cold now?"
Maverick narrows his eyes at him and scoffs. "You think?!"
Slider chuckles and says, "what about now?" And then wraps his lips around the taut bud of Maverick’s nipple and sucks.
Maverick arches off the couch with a strangled wail; clutching at Slider’s shoulders, palms skating over his sweat-slick skin, failing to get any leverage so he just collapses back into the indented couch with a grunt. Slider bites down on the squishy nub, just hard enough to make Maverick hiccup out a sob. "Oh fuck, Sli!"
He looks down the length of Maverick’s toned torso and groans, seeing the tent in his briefs. Dick hard enough to pound nails jutting up and stretching the white cotton so much it won't sit properly on those generous hips of his again. Though the white is more translucent now with how his dick is leaking precum like a faulty tap.
Such a mucky pup.
Slider pulls his mouth off with a slurping pop and noses his way across Maverick’s chest towards the other nipple. Cups and squeezes Maverick’s cock through his briefs as the flicks his tongue over the bumps of his aerola; the faint whorls of hair surrounding the dusky circle tickling Slider’s tongue.
"Jesus, Sli - you trying to kill me or what?!
His eyes are glassy with arousal, face flushed a pretty pink. Could be the heat, but Slider thinks it's more because of him, and how he touches him. It makes him want to devour every gorgeous inch of the smaller man in front of him.
"Sensitive little thing aren't you?"
"Yeah!" Maverick splutters. "Especially when you're tormenting me with ice cubes."
"That's not tormenting." Slider rasps his tongue over Maverick’s nipple and then grabs two ice cubes, lifts the sweaty waistband of his tight briefs before he can say anything, and then palms Maverick’s straining cock - the ice cubes trapped in between hot skin. "This is tormenting."
"Oh my fucking god!" Maverick throws his head back and bucks his hips up; pushing his dick deeper into the cradle of Slider’s equally cold and hot palm. Slider chuckles lowly and curling his fingers around the velvety shaft, starts pumping his fist up and down.
Slider strokes him fast and rough, letting him become overwhelmed by the temperature difference and his large paw enveloping the whole length with each squelching glide - globs of precum thick and sticky against Slider's fingers, mixing with the melted ice.
"You're as wet as a pussy, baby girl. And that was before I stuck the ice cubes down here."
Maverick just whines; tossing his head back and forth against the mussed cushions. "Please, Sli," he begs, "please just make me come. My brain feels like - ah, fuck - it's going to dribble out my ears in a minute. M’so close.
Slider seeks out Maverick’s pouty nipple again and suckles on it softly while he jacks his cock.
Maverick warbles out a high-pitched keen as suddenly he goes tight as a bow string, dick throbbing in Slider’s palm. Then he melts; thick ropes of cum spurting from his plump cockhead, making a mess of his underwear, Slider’s fingers, and the dark curls trailing down his belly.
"You okay, princess?" Slider asks once he’s properly milked him for every drop, pulling his hand free and sucking his finger clean.
Maverick blinks at him slowly, obviously dazed. He looks extremely fuckable and Slider just about stops himself from pouncing on him. "I need a shower," he croaks.
Sliders just chuffs. "Might be easier to just lie in your mess. You'll only start sweating again."
"Ew." Maverick wrinkles his nose. "I'm not sitting in my cum. And don't even think of chucking the ice water on my dick!"
"Damn. There goes that plan..."
Maverick sits up gingerly, grimacing at the mess. "Want to join me in the shower? I could return the favour." He nods towards Slider’s groin. "Suck your massive dick in thanks."
Slider stands up and lifts Maverick up like he weighs nothing, tossing him over his shoulder; uncaring about the errant streaks of semen smearing against his chest where it leaks from Maverick’s underwear.
"I'll take that as a yes, huh?" Maverick laughs; hands gripping the soft layer of fat around Slider’s hips as they make their way to the bathroom
"Laugh it up now, baby girl. Your throat is gonna be sore after I'm done with you."
"You say that like it’s a threat, but I love sucking dick, so I’m just excited.”
”God, I adore you, Mav,” Slider blurts out, unable to keep it inside any longer.
Maverick gasps in shock, and Slider sets him down on his feet. His eyes are big and owlish as he stares at Slider. “You for real?”
”Unfortunately, yes. I do actually adore you, Baby girl.”
His grin is blinding, cheeks bunching wide. “Likewise, Kerner. Likewise.” He stretches up on his tiptoes to kiss Slider on the lips and then nudges him towards the shower. “Come on, let’s get naked and wet so we can enjoy the fun type of hot and sweaty which is so much better than dying of the heat, don’t you think?”
Slider can only agree.