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“That’s Iceman, got his callsign because he’s ice-cold, no mistakes. He wears you down with patience, waits for you to make a mistake,” Goose said, taking a swig of his beer.
“And the tall motherfucker beside him?” Mav asked, eyes wandering over the pair across the bar. They were both tall, but one; the tall, dark, handsome one, was almost beyond tall and into the region of giant. There wouldn’t be too much of a difference between that guy and Merlin.
Goose gave a small chuckle. “That’s Slider. Iceman’s RIO.”
Mav cocked his head, shooting a questioning look at Goose before he turned back to the other two. He recognised that chuckle. That chuckle always, always preceded a story that would have Mav crying with laughter.
“Oh it’s a doozy, Mav,” Goose chuckled a little again. “You should ask him about his callsign.”
“What?” Mav turned back to the bar, giving a wave for another drink. “He fall on his ass in basic or something?”
“Just ask.” Goose’s moustache twitched.
Maverick frowned. He was opening his mouth to complain about Goose holding out on him, when the bar tender arrived with their fresh beers and shut him up. When Mav turned around once more, the other pair of aviators were gone. He gave a half-hitched shrug and started scanning the rest of the room again.
“Hey, hey, Slider!” Goose called, hand reaching out and plucking the tall motherfucker from a sea of dress whites and flight suits.
He was bigger up close. Broad under his white shirt and the seams of his pants straining over his thighs. Mav eyed him up and down, the up taking longer now they were only a few feet apart.
“Goose! Who’s butt did you have to kiss to get in here?” Slider said, loud over the din.
“The list is long and distinguished,” Goose said breezily.
Mav snorted.
“Yeah, well, so is my Johnson.” Slider knocked back a shot and grinned. Mav could have sworn it was almost a pained smile despite the joking tone the other man had used.
“Yeah, Mav was just asking about your callsign,” Goose’s voice was needling now, a smirk clear on his face.
Maverick looked from one to the other, waiting for some sort of explanation. Instead Slider was giving Goose a displeased and deadpan stare and Goose was barely holding back laughter.
“Will someone fill me in?” Mav piped up, sipping his beer and flicking his eyes between them.
“Oh, it’ll fill you up alright,” Goose said before collapsing into laughter against the bar.
“Fuck you, Bradshaw,” Slider groaned.
A frown kinked Mav’s brow and he took another longer draw of the beer as he waited for their “Good Old Boy’s” routine to run out. It always needled him in a strangely sensitive place to encounter people Goose knew from the Academy. Even worse when they had some sort of in-joke he wasn’t part of.
The second aviator arrived, light in all the ways Slider was dark; blue eyes, bright blond hair, and giving a wide smile. “Hey, Mother Goose! How are ya?” He held his hand out for Goose to shake.
Mav wanted to roll his eyes. More people that knew Goose, great.
“Oh, shit,” Goose’s laughter stuttered to a stop and he shook the offered hand. “This is Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell. Mav this is Ron ‘Slider’ Kerner and Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Mav shook their hands briefly.
“Don’t let me interrupt your comedy hour, Goose,” Iceman said, raising his glass at Goose and bringing it to his mouth.
“Mav was asking about Slider’s callsign,” Goose said.
Iceman snorted mid-sip, spraying his drink over the rim of his glass. He fell into dark sounding chuckles, eyes cutting to the tall RIO.
“Fucking Christ, someone tell the damn story,” Mav broke in, frustration getting the better of him.
There was another round of low chuckles. Slider looked decidedly unimpressed.
“Go on, Sli, tell the story,” Ice said, barely getting the words out before he laughed again.
Maverick gave his bitchiest smile, sipped his drink and turned to Slider.
Slider was glowering at Iceman. He downed another shot and gave a beleaguered sigh.
“Fine, you fuckers,” Slider said. “My callsign comes from my dick.”
It was Mav’s turn to snort his drink out of his nose. Whatever he had been expecting, that sure wasn’t it. Automatically his eyes shot down to Slider’s crotch. It looked like a regular crotch. Sure, the pants were struggling a little with Slider’s muscled thighs but there wasn’t anything spectacular happening a few inches above that. He brought his eyes back to Slider’s face only to find the other man staring at him with the same tired expression.
“I don’t get it,” Mav said, ignoring the fact he had been caught inspecting the merchandise.
Goose came to his rescue, at fucking last. “Slider is the type of guy that doesn’t ever really get to fuck, he mostly has to settle for sliding between things.”
Mav’s eyebrows rose and his eyes sunk once more. He examined Slider shamelessly.
“How long has it been now?” Ice asked, laughter in his voice.
“Eighteen months,” Slider sighed, a genuine note of despair in his voice.
“They see it and run.” Goose cackled.
Maverick couldn’t supress the smile on his lips. He looked back at Slider’s face once more.
“How about a handjob?” Ice said in a falsetto imitation of someone else. “Oh, wow, yeah I thought you were lying, maybe just my thighs?” This imitation was pitched low.
Goose and Ice fell into laughter once more. Slider sighed, clearly waiting for the joke to run its course.
“Well, how big is it?” Mav asked, a challenge sneaking into his voice. Slider wouldn’t be the first time he had heard “it’s too big for you”. He had learned to reserve his judgement for until he actually saw the real-deal.
Slider raised an eyebrow at him, unmoved. “Too big.” He looked Mav up and down before adding with a slight sneer, “especially for someone your size.”
There was a crackle of tension. Goose’s laughter faded and he looked from Slider to Mav and back, reluctance coming over him now.
“You sure about that?” Mav gave a cocky smile.
Someone cleared their throat but Mav was too busy staring Slider down to check who it was. Slider was still giving him a small sneer, crossing his arms over his chest and drawing Mav’s attention to his biceps for a moment. In between overconfident thoughts Mav had the realisation that everything about Slider was big and he might not actually be bullshitting. He tossed that aside quickly. It didn’t matter. He had a point to prove.
“I would break you in half,” Slider rolled his eyes. “And I don’t particularly feel like going through all the regular bullshit just to get a shitty handjob.”
Goose gave a quiet sigh of defeat.
“Excuse me, it would be a fucking phenomenal handjob and you would only get one if you asked for it,” Mav’s shoulders squared and he set his beer down with more force that needed. “I bet you aren’t even that fucking big.”
“You wanna find out?” Slider clacked his own glass down onto the bar. “Let’s go find out, pipsqueak.” And with that he turned on a heel and started for the mens room.
Mav hopped down from his stool, hot on Slider’s heels despite the whisper-yelled protests from Goose and Ice as they left.
It was worth saying that Mav wasn’t actually planning to fuck a guy he’d just met in the men’s room of the O-Club, he’d grown out of that behaviour a few years ago. But he couldn’t stand tall assholes throwing their height around, boasting about their dicks and insulting his less-than-six-foot-status in the same conversation. He would get one look, laugh mercilessly, let Slider know he had a toy at home that dwarfed him, and get back to drinking beer. Job done.
Slider held the door to a stall for him, gesturing Mav inside past him. It was a tight squeeze but he shimmied by, their chests brushing a little. With the stall door locked, the space was borderline claustrophobic. Now that he was trapped in a small space with him, Slider’s bulk was exaggerated. He loomed over Mav, blocking the door completely.
“Let’s see it then, big boy,” Mav said, twitching his eyebrows in a challenge.
“I’m a grower, not a shower.” Slider unzipped his pants and reached a hand in.
There was a brief moment where Mav thought he was going to have to insult him again to get him to bring it out, but then Slider’s grip shifted.
OK, so it was bigger than most cocks he’d seen lately. Mav was decent enough to admit that. The head was peeking at least an inch over Slider’s fingers as he gripped himself.
Mav pursed his lips and gave a shrug with one shoulder. “Yeah, I mean, I guess,” he said, doubt thick in his tone.
“I’m barely half-hard,” Slider rolled his eyes. He released his grip and shuffled his underwear down to reveal more of it. The cock lolled a little to one side, confirming that it was mostly soft.
The sudden urge to swallow hit Mav and his doubt began to filter into genuine interest. He raised a hand and paused.
“Can I?” He asked, eyes finding Slider’s.
Amusement was plain on Slider’s face and he gave a nod. “Sure.”
Mav closed the rest of the distance, fingers closing over the base of Slider’s cock. He couldn’t stop the alarmed expression that flicked through his eyes. The girth was impressive on it’s own but Slider’s cock wasn’t even close to being properly hard.
He ran his hand up it, giving a little twist at the head before tightening his grip and pushing back down again.
A sharp exhale sounded and Mav grinned, all confidence and satisfaction again.
“Told ya it would be phenomenal,” Mav mumbled, just to be a prick.
“And I told you it would break you in half,” Slider mumbled back.
Maverick worked the cock faster, drawing it all the way to hot and hard, precum just beginning to glisten when he stopped. He stepped back to admire it a moment.
And fuck. Yeah. OK. He was wrong. This was actually the biggest dick he’d ever seen. It might actually be the length of his forearm, and the girth wasn’t too far from it either.
He swallowed again. Heat flushed over his neck and Mav realised he was actually salivating.
“So, shortstack, was I lying?” Slider said, voice relatively unaffected.
“It’s not that big,” Mav said, managing to carry it off by folding his arms and looking Slider in the eyes.
With a scoff, Slider stepped closer completely crowding Mav and reinforcing the fact that the head of his cock reached past Mav’s own navel easily.
“Let’s see you take it then,” Slider challenged, eyes flashing. He reached between them and placed Mav’s hand back on the base of his length. And then stacked his own, wider, hand above it. There was still some left to go.
Maverick couldn’t help himself, he placed his other hand over the head, it easily filled three of his four fingers wrapping it. He swallowed again.
A hand cupped his jaw and tipped his head back to look into Slider’s face. It was a difficult expression to read. There was a challenge there certainly, but also a deep understanding that he was about to be told that it was too much.
“I mean,” Mav brought out the best smirk he could, “I’m going to need a little time to prepare, so maybe not here in a bathroom stall.”
Slider’s face pinched with confusion and he released Mav’s jaw and stepped back. “What?” He said.
“I mean, angle of attack, I’m going to need more than a four by six space to work in.” Maverick waggled his eyebrows.
Slider gave a huff of disbelieving laughter. “Yeah, sure,” he rolled his eyes.
“You don’t believe me?” Maverick attempted to put his hands on his hips but instead crashed his elbows into the stall walls. He scowled.
“What are you, like 5 foot 3? You would die.”
“I’m 5’7, you fuck,” Mav lied. He was closer to 5’5 but he didn’t need to know that.
Slider sighed. “You would still die, pintsize.”
Maverick narrowed his eyes further. “You don’t know me. And you don’t know what I can do,” he said with an airy tone. “And I could do you in a heartbeat.”
“I appreciate the offer.” Slider tucked his almost-soft dick back into his pants and zipped them up again. “But I’d rather not split you in two before we get to beat you at Top Gun.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Mav said under his breath. “You know what, you’re such an asshole, you can just suffer with your giant dick.”
Slider snorted and unlocked the stall door.
Mav let him go first, unabashedly checking out the fit of Slider’s pants in the back before following him.
There was no way he was going to let Slider get through the next five weeks out without at least letting him try to fuck him. Maverick couldn’t resist a challenge, especially not one that big, thick and heavy.
If the hot water had a smidge more pressure, it might actually work to release the tense knots that had taken permanent residence in Slider’s shoulders. Instead, he languished under the water and tried to force them out with his fingers. The last two weeks had been weird; fun, exhilarating, exhausting but ultimately weird.
Since the first night in the O-Club, and Maverick dogging him until he all but dragged the short man into a stall to shut him up, Mav wouldn’t stop watching him. The pilot would appear at random moments, eyes locked to Slider and something that might have been lust in his green eyes. He had cornered Slider on more than one occassion to “chat”.
The first time had been post-hop in the locker room when Ice had already gone to shower and Goose hadn’t arrived because Carole had called. Mav had planted himself between Slider and the bench that bisected the room, hands on hips and determination in his eyes.
“How was your hop?” Mav asked.
“Good. We won. You?” Slider bragged.
“We won too,” Mav’s lips curled in an almost scary smile. “Want to go for drinks to celebrate?” His eyes skittered to Slider’s hips and back.
Slider had stood there, actually dumbfounded for the first time in his entire life. He could have sworn Mav was trying to pick him up.
Then Goose had arrived and Mav was back at his own locker like nothing had happened. Slider side-eyed him but shook it away after a moment. No, that couldn’t have been it.
The second time was following their volleyball match. Slider was standing by the cooler, chugging water down and trying to catch his breath. Maverick appeared, reaching in and grabbing his own water before straightening and letting his eyes wander Slider’s body.
“Pretty hot,” Mav said, smiling.
“Uh-huh.” Slider lowered the water bottle and narrowed his eyes at Mav. “Too bad you lost.”
“I’m not sure I did,” Mav let his eyes stop on Slider’s crotch.
So grey sweatpants might not have been his brightest moment, but they were comfortable compared to jeans.
Slider rolled his eyes and pressed the cold bottle to Mav’s left nipple. The shorter man gave a yelp and smacked the bottle away.
“I already told you, Maverick, I really don’t want to kill you. And I doubt your self-professed skills, considering how shit you actually are at volleyball,” Slider said, voice low.
Maverick rolled his eyes and dumped the rest of his own water over himself, tilting his head back and shaking it a little. Slider bit his tongue, his cock already waking up and attempting to sabotage his self control.
“You shouldn’t underestimate me so much, Kerner,” Mav said, flicking the water out of his hair with a hand. “You don’t know what you might miss if you do.”
And Slider had watched him walk away, ass perfect in his stupid jeans, and trying to quiet the half-hard on he was sporting.
The third “chat” had occurred not ten minutes ago. Mav had grabbed hold of Slider’s G-suit and dragged him backwards down a hall and into an empty room. Ice, the traitorous bastard he was, had let it happen. He seemed to find it highly amusing that Mav was desperate to fuck him or die trying. There might have been a perverse sort of support from Ice for Slider to finally get some, but mostly he was pretty sure it was because Ice was a bastard.
“What’s your problem, Kerner?” Mav snapped, hands on his hips and brows heavy over his eyes. “I’ve never had to try this hard to fuck a man in my life!”
Slider choked, half-laughing and half-shocked.
“You think I can’t do it? Or you just don’t think I’m hot?” Mav continued, jabbing Slider in the chest with a finger.
“I’m flattered, Mitchell,” Slider sighed and rolled his eyes. “But, really, you can’t take it. There’s no shame in it. No one can.”
“No one you’ve met. Until now.”
Slider groaned and clenched his fists. He was tempted to do it just to shut Maverick up. Instead he shook his head at Mav and said, “You really are a cocky fuck, aren’t you?”
“Only if you give it to me,” Mav said, voice dropping to somewhere near sultry but it was such an awful line Slider ended up laughing instead.
“Good chat, Mitchell,” Slider said with finality, still chuckling as he pulled the door back open and headed for the locker room.
The whole thing was starting to tip over the edge of amusingly annoying to actually irritating. Slider kneaded at his shoulder, wincing as pain flared up his neck and into his head.
He jumped a clear foot in the air as a second set of hands spread over his shoulders and gripped the sore points tightly.
“Jesus! What are y—ow,” Slider groaned as the tension finally began to melt. He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. “What the fuck are you doing in here? You’re starting to come off as desperate.”
“Maybe I am,” Mav said, pressing his body closer and shifting his grip along Slider’s shoulder and into the base of his neck. More tension-pain flared and he gave a quiet grunt as Mav massaged it out.
“I’m shocked you can reach my shoulders without a step-stool, shrimp.”
“Shut the fuck up about my height,” Mav growled. “You’re a bigot. Against short people. You think I can’t do anything.”
Slider sighed. He shrugged off Mav’s hands, somewhat reluctantly, before turning to face him.
Mav was short true, but Slider couldn’t resist tracing the lines of lithe muscle from Mav’s chest to pelvis and back again. He was damn fit. And knew it. Two things that definitely pushed Slider’s buttons. So much so that the mere sight of Mav, naked, wet and less than a foot away, was enough to stir his dick again.
Truth be told, after 18 months of less than stellar ‘sex’ it didn’t actually take much to get him half-way there. He was past desperate. He was also being driven crazy by one rat-sized pilot hounding him for his cock, things like that tended to compound over time.
“Fine,” Slider snapped. “You wanna fuck, we can fuck. But not until Friday because if you do die I need time to get out of town and hide the body before hops on Monday.”
“I’m not going to fucking die,” Mav huffed. He reached his hands back up and pressed into the tight muscles of Slider’s neck once more, chasing the last of the knot away. “You just need to make sure you don’t blow your load instantly, I hear it’s been a while.”
“God, you’re a fucking prick,” Slider grumbled.
“I know,” Mav grinned and slid his hands down over Slider’s chest, giving his pecs an appreciative squeeze. “You know, people shouldn’t be that surprised. All of you is fucking huge.”
Warm, bashful heat spread over Slider’s cheeks and he shook his head.
Maverick’s hands carried on their exploration of his body, mapping the abs he worked hard to maintain and around his back to his ass. Somewhere, buried beneath the thrumming expectation that was crowding him, Slider knew he should push Mav off, kick him out of his shower and tell him to wake up to himself. Instead, he stepped closer, grinning as Mav’s hands tightened on his ass briefly.
“God,” Mav mumbled, giving his ass a squeeze again. One of the hands carried on it’s passage, back up over his back to his shoulder blade before skirting beneath Sli’s arm and cupping his pec again.
It might have been the heat of the water or the steam-heavy air he was breathing, but Slider was staring to feel faint. His cock was completely hard now, aching and twitching as Mav tightened his grip once more. He bit down on his tongue again, forcing the moan in his chest back down. Mav had been joking about not losing it the moment he was inside him, but Slider was starting to feel it might be a possibility with how desperate he was already feeling.
“Can I take care of that?” Mav asked, looking down between them to Slider’s red and leaking cock.
“Sure,” Slider tried for a cavalier laugh. “Show me that phenomenal handjob I’ve heard so much about.”
He was given a smirk in reply.
Mav didn’t hesitate to take him into his hand, abandoning Slider’s pec in favour of it. He gripped him tight near the top and got to work.
He wanted to say it was because he hadn’t gotten any in a long while, he wanted so desperately to be able to deny that it was a phenomenal handjob, but Mav’s hand was deliciously tight, drawing him on with each flick of his wrist. The other hand still gripped tight on Slider’s ass and holding him in place as he tried to thrust.
“I said I’d do it,” Mav muttered when Slider groaned and worked his hips forward into Mav’s hand. “Let me do it.”
“God, fuck,” Slider bent his head down to rest on Mav’s hair, breathing hard. His entire body was burning, the dizzy, faint feeling growing the more the pleasure in his abdomen grew. He almost felt sick, it was thrumming, pulsing, growing.
Mav’s hand tightened further, forcing itself down over his tip.
Without much warning at all, Slider’s head wrenched back, his toes curling and everything else letting go and tightening all at once. He moaned, gasping for air as Mav stroked the last of it out and held him tight for another long, painful moment.
“Holy fucking shit,” Maverick breathed.
Slider cracked an eye he hadn’t even realised had been shut, and looked down at Mav. His breath caught and he gave another weak groan.
Cum was dripping slowly down Maverick’s cheek, another drip hanging beneath his chin. It was all over him, from navel to face, Mav was covered in cum.
“You must have needed that,” Mav said, voice surprisingly gentle. “Feel better?”
“You look good like that,” Slider mumbled instead, grinning in a lazy way.
Maverick laughed and scooped the cum from his cheek. “Imagine what I look like riding you,” he smirked and slipped it into his mouth. He pulled his finger out of his mouth with a pop.
“Fuck.” Slider groaned and leaned back against the wall. His breathing was slowly returning to normal.
“If you two are finished,” Chipper’s voice sounded from outside the stall, thick with irritation. “Some of us want to fucking shower in peace.”
Maverick snorted. The pair of them laughed, not bothering to smother their noises at all. He watched with a dozy pleasure still sliding around his blood as Mav washed the cum off himself and actually showered quickly.
Slider was almost back on planet Earth when Mav leaned up, pressed a quick kiss to his lips and whispered, “See you Friday,” before slipping out of the shower again.
Friday flew by. Maverick knew he probably needed to pay attention and actually try to retain some of their lessons, but all he could really think about was meeting Slider that night. Goose gave up around 10am, realising that Mav was not going to be any use at all outside of flying. The rest of the class rolled their eyes as Slider and Mav attempted to pretend to be cool. Everyone knew what was going on, and Mav was moderately certain that bets had been placed. He hoped Goose had gotten good odds on him.
After dinner Mav retreated to his room and spent a good twenty minutes prepping himself. With that done, he pulled on the jeans he knew Slider enjoyed and a tight white t-shirt. Mav headed for Slider’s room. Most people would have had to give themselves a pep-talk, most people would have been nervous or unsure of the whole thing, Maverick Mitchell was not most people. He was a fucking power bottom and proud of it. This was not his first rodeo, pun intended. And he always got his man.
He gave a sharp knock on Slider’s door, already smiling as he waited for it to open. His breath caught a little when the door did open. Slider wasn’t wearing anything except his sweatpants and dogtags. He stepped back from the door and waved Mav in.
“Hey,” Mav said and all but bounced into the room.
“Hey.”
The door swung shut and Slider clicked the lock.
“Are you sure?” Slider asked, brows low over his eyes.
“God, Slider, it’s not my first time,” Mav rolled his eyes and pulled his shirt off.
“Good.” He attempted a smile and crossed to stand over Mav in a way that was beginning to become both very familiar to Maverick and very hot. Slider’s hand dug into his hair and pulled, tilting Mav’s head back until his neck was jackknifed and his jaw was hanging open.
For a moment Mav lost all train of thought, his body shuddering and giving a twitch of intense desire.
“If we’re going to do this,” Slider said, moving to let their bodies touch from thigh to chest. “I’m going to enjoy myself.” He was staring down into Mav’s face, eyes alight.
A “hrngh” was all Mav could muster, his brain still working on rebooting as his hair was still being pulled tight.
“You like having your hair pulled,” Slider noted. “Good.”
He released him. Mav took a heaving breath of air and resisted the urge to shake his head to clear it. He looked at Slider with renewed respect.
Mav had come into this with a point to prove, a challenge to be accepted and overcome. Now, he was starting to realise that this might be a little more than that. He reached out and pushed Slider’s sweats down and away.
“Yours too.” It was practically an order.
Maverick followed it easily. Stripping himself off and tossing their clothes into the corner.
Slider backed to the bed, sitting on it and beckoning Mav to approach.
He took his time, admiring the view. Muscle on muscle and smooth, tanned skin all over. And that perfect, enticing, challenging cock already leaking a little for him.
Mav stepped between Slider’s legs, swiping his finger over the leaking tip and sucking the precum off with a smile. Slider gave a hiss and then a low huff of laughter.
“Turn around for me,” he mumbled, voice rumbling in his chest.
“I’m all good,” Mav said but complied. The chase was over, he didn’t need to be a contrary shit now he had what he wanted.
Thick, slightly calloused fingers slid between his asscheeks. Mav startled a little and Slider gave another huff of laughter. His other large hand wrapped Mav’s hip and help him in place. His skin heated, burning a low hum beneath Slider’s hand. He thought he knew how large this man was but as Slider’s hand covered his hip from back to front, Mav started to feel almost delicate.
The other fingers hadn’t stopped, sliding down between his cheeks and pressing at his hole a little. Slider hummed in approval. Mav’s heart did a weird flutter.
“No offence, but my fingers are bigger than yours,” Slider said, pressing his lips into Mav’s back and giving a gentle nip.
“By all means,” Mav said, if only to feel like he wasn’t entirely out of control.
Slider gave a dark chuckle and pushed two fingers in without warning.
They stretched a little but Mav had been fastidious with his prep, it would take more than that to make him squirm.
“Good boy,” the words were mumbled distractedly but they flared heat all over Mav’s skin anyway.
The fingers retreated and three pushed back in. That was getting a little closer, the stretch was there heating and tingling at his nerves. Mav made a soft noise of delight, letting Slider know he was still good.
“You’ve done a good job.” Slider nipped at the ropey muscle by his spine.
Mav tried to laugh but it was aborted in favour of a choked noise of pleasure as Slider pressed his fingers firmly into Mav’s prostate. The tingling of his nerves roared fire long his spine and over his scalp.
“Fuck!” Mav cried, automatically clamping down and forcing another flare of pleasure through himself.
“That’s it,” Slider hummed, he curled his fingers again, fucking them down onto Mav’s prostate without stopping. The other hand released his hip, slipping up and dragging at Mav’s hair again.
His entire body shook with each assault. His cock was already leaking and twitching but he was too busy moaning to do anything about it. Mav gaped and panted, feeling his entire body edge closer to spontaneous combustion.
And then it was gone. The fingers in his hair gone. The fingers in his ass gone. He whimpered.
“Come here,” Slider said, hands turning Mav without waiting. It didn’t matter how long Sli waited, Maverick was sure he was embering to ash already. “Climb on. Take your time.”
Mav blinked once, twice, and then shook his head to clear it properly. He looked at Slider, their eyes almost level, to find the other man was grinning in victory.
“Come on, Mav,” Slider teased him. “It ain’t gonna fuck itself.”
That got him moving. Balancing himself with his hands on Slider’s shoulders, Mav climbed into his lap.
“Ready?” Mav smirked, ignoring the fact that he had almost been finger-fucked to a finish moments ago.
“Give it your best shot,” Slider grinned back, his hands on Mav’s hips once more.
He reached behind him, lining the head up to his hole. Slowly, breathing carefully and working himself backward, Mav sank onto the cock.
It was fucking huge.
He may have underestimated.
The stretch was unlike anything he’d ever had, even with his own prep and Slider’s it was still to the point of that delicious sting. He panted, still lowering his hips. God he had to be there soon.
“You’re doing great,” Slider mumbled. “A bit more.”
Mav moaned. More? He was already too full.
Damned if he was going to stop though. He said he could do it. And he would.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whined, pausing and heaving for air.
“Almost in,” Slider’s voice was rough now, his own breathing haggard.
“God, fuck, big.” Mav babbled. His head tipped back and he almost prayed before moving again.
His thighs brushed Slider’s. Thank God. Mav inched down, settling onto Slider’s thighs at last.
“Good boy.” The words were pushed right into his ear with a breath of hot air.
And Mav’s higher brain function switched off like a light.
He had died and gone to heaven. Heaven just happened to be Maverick Mitchell’s willing asshole. He was buried to the hilt, something he hadn’t achieved before in his entire life. Slider gasped for air, trying to rein himself in. He wasn’t sure if he wanted the thrust or just sit here and enjoy it forever.
“You gonna keep going?” Slider teased, the effect being lost by the breathiness of his voice.
Mav’s head was lolling a little, his eyes glassy and mouth hanging open.
“Oh, babygirl,” Slider hummed, the sight of Mav sending a jolt through his cock and making the decision on thrusting for him. “You OK?” He asked, shifting his hips slightly upward.
Maverick whimpered again. The sound shot through him and Slider’s hips lifted of their own accord. It forced another whining noise from Mav.
“How you doing, baby?” Slider asked, fighting his own urges in favour of taking Mav’s face between his hands and forcing him to focus. “Talk to me.”
“God,” the word was a drawn out moan. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.” Mav panted and grabbed at Slider’s wrists. He turned, pressing a loose kiss to Slider’s palm and resumed his panting.
“You want some more?”
“Hrngh,” the noise was accompanied with a lolling nod.
“OK, babygirl, I got you.”
Slider wrapped his arms around Mav, holding him with one hand beneath his ass and the other wrapping his back. With very little effort, Slider lifted him.
The sensation of it almost killed him. They had paused long enough that he had grown used to it, but now as they began to move, the pleasure rushed back in. He was buried deep. It was tight and hot, engulfing. Slider groaned. Electric ecstasy shot through him, each stroke lengthening and feeding it until it was constant.
“God, baby, you’re doing so good,” Slider mumbled, kissing at Mav’s cheek and nipping his ear lobe.
“Fuck, so deep,” Mav whined. His hands scrabbled on Slider’s shoudlers, scratching a little.
Slider couldn’t stop himself any longer, the electricity surging in his legs and forcing them upward. He thrust up, endlessly groaning.
“Please,” Mav was gasping. “Please, please, please,”
Slider leaned back, gripping the last ounce of self control he had to check on Mav.
Tears were streaming down his face. He was sweating and flushed red all over his cheeks and chest. And…
Oh, God.
Slider moaned, hips canting a little.
The small bulge in Mav’s lower abdomen shifted with it.
“Oh, fuck, babygirl,” Slider breathed. He pulled his hand from Mav’s back and placed it over his abdomen. It was large enough to cover most of it. Mav’s dick leaking, red and twitching mere inches away. Slider pressed, lifting his hips at the same time.
“Please!” Mav cried, body going rigid and hips moving into Slider’s hand. “Yes!”
“Oh fuck.”
It was the end of them both. Slider thrust hard and fast, feeling himself through Mav’s body. The sinful noises Mav was making surged into him. White hot electric heat rose, burning along his synapses.
“I’m going to cum all through you, babygirl,” Slider moaned, his body tightening. His hand squeezing at Mav, forcing him down, hard, over and over until everything let go. His grip shifted, wrapping Mav’s tortured cock and giving it a strong jerk.
His vision whited out as Mav came, clamping tight once more and practically vibrating on him.
The only sound left in the room was breathing. Ragged, heavy and quick.
Slider tipped them backwards onto the bed, letting Mav collapse onto his chest. He was a comforting weight, warm and a little sticky. They stayed there, uncaring and unspeaking.
He was fucked. More thoroughly fucked than he had ever been in his life. It felt amazing. He felt scrubbed clean and floating on cloud nine. Mav licked at Slider’s chest beneath him, tasking skin and salt.
“God,” Mav said, his voice wrecked and croaky.
“Yeah.” Slider was breahtless.
“And you didn’t think I could do it,” Mav sassed, undermined by his squeaky voice.
“I still did all the work,” Slider huffed a laugh. His arms were around Mav, holding him close and drawing absent patterns against his slick skin.
“I get the feeling you like doing the work,” Mav commented. He dragged his too-heavy head up to smirk at Slider.
“Maybe,” Slider grinned back. “Next time I’ll show you how much I like doing the work, babygirl.”
He wanted to protest the new name. He wanted to be sassy and snarky and his usual self. But all Mav could do was nod meekly and drop his head back onto Slider’s chest.
As long as there was a next time, he was happy.